#everytime I think of a relationship where one would call the other 'son' I think of this song

[wasteofbandagesxx]

Fucking freak

{Dazai x reader}

You hate Dazai so much, you just wish he was dead. You two don't get along well, it was like a love hate relationship between you two. There was a time you both got drunk and fucked in a bed together, it was one of the biggest mistakes of your life. There are also times where you guys are nice to each other, sometimes too nice. You hated it, It disgusted you so much you wanted to die and never see his face again. He's a pain in the ass, calling you nicknames, asking you to commit double suicide with him, acting as if your a couple, he annoys you all the time and you can't stand it. Sometimes, Dazai would send you love letters and flowers during work, most times he would just send you letters about how much he hates you and straight up insults you.

You both work in different organizations, Dazai works in the armed detective agency while you work for the Port Mafia. Two people in opposite organizations, having them be in love just sounds ridiculous. Chuuya is your best friend and you both get drunk and talk about how much you hate that piece of shit. Sometimes you both get a little tipsy and end up having sex, you guys are best friends and fuck buddies. Sure it sounds stupid, but it is what it is. Your not complaining though, Chuuya was good at fucking and you did have a crush on him before you became one of the executives. Not only have you fallen for Chuuya though, you also had feelings for Dazai, it's confusing to you but you just decide to not pay much attention to it. Everytime you get a love note, Chuuya would snatch it out of your hands and read it before tearing it to shreds. Chuuya wasn't going to let you be with some bandage wasting fuck, a womanizer that's fucked in the head. Poor Chuuya worries about you too much whenever your with that bandaged freak, he's not allowed to kill him though because Mori has an obsession with Dazai for a reason. Dazai was a valuable asset to him, like father like son, they are both alike, except Dazai is more stupid. You and Chuuya share an apartment together, it was Chuuya's idea of course and you gladly accepted it. Despite how close you two are, you could never get your mind off that bandaged freak and it pisses you off.

Anyway, here you are, drinking until you get wasted. You were having a hard day at work, so you took some of Chuuyas money and booked it to the Lupus bar. It was so calming, especially with the mysterious cat around that seemed wise and friendly. You drank and drank, one cup after another until you couldn't see straight. The cat sat by you the whole time and nuzzles your side with the top of his head, trying to comfort you. You giggled at his cuteness and gave him a pat on the head. "Thanks kitty, but I'm alright." You reassured it. The cat suddenly turned his head fast at a different direction, something was heading your way. The cat jumped off the stool and pranced away, leaving you all by your lonesome. "Heyy there Y/n~ been a while huh?" Dazai sat down dramatically and stole your drink, taking a big sip from it. "You really are a bitch you know that?" You took out a cigarette and lit it up before buffing smoke in his face. "Was that really necessary?" He asked while coughing and fanning the smoke awake, you responded with a small "yes" and exhaled the rest of the smoke you just inhaled. You guys began to have a conversation, it went on and on while the cat watches you too from afar.

"No fucking way, really?" "Yea, I put a bomb under Chuuya's car before I left, it was so funny. That night, Chuuya claims he drank a big bottle in celebration because I left. No doubt he passed out after taking 4 drinks from that bottle." You both were having a laugh, talking about the past. The past wasn't that bad, it was kinda funny whenever u got to see Chuuya and Dazai messing around.

As you were in the middle of thinking, he stole your cigarette and took a puff out of it. "You are a bitch." You said as you snatched it back, earning a whine from him. "C'mon Y/n, sharing is caring!!" Dazai whines as he tries to take the cigarette from you again. You pushed him away and took another puff from the cigarette before blowing it In his face again. "Yea yea whatever." You scoffed and took a sip of your drink. "There's going to be a festival tomorrow night. I have no one to go with." Dazai said kinda flatly, as if he was upset about being lonely. "Pfft, not surprised. Who would want to go with you?" "Hey!!" You laughed at his pouty face and almost chocked on the smoke you were inhaling. "Yeah, I have no one to go with to the festival...so, I was wondering if you could go with me?." He asked, surprising you and making you choke on smoke yet again. "Excuse me? Are you asking me on a date?" You laughed nervously. "I am. So, is that a yes?" You didn't know what to say. You didn't hate the man that much, but you weren't sure if you wanted to relive the past again, you two were in a relationship back then. "I'll think about it." You said as you got up, taking your jacket with you. "Yayy!! And if you say yes, we could commit double suicide after the festival!!" Dazai said cheerfully and took a big gulp of your drink that you left on the counter." You shook your head and walked away from the man, leaving the bar.

"Fucking freak"

[theblueflower05]

Okay, english is not my mother language but I'm gonna do my best.

It would be amazing if you made a story where tsireya and reader are a couple but they seem like best friends, so when the sullys arrive to the metkayina clan (let's say they are older than in the movie) lo'ak has a crush on Tsireya. Reader helps Tsireya teach the sullys the shape of water and lo'ak always tries to flirt with Tsireya. Until one day, Lo'ak takes a walk on the beach where he knows there are no people and he finds Tsireya and reader making love to each other. It would be great if you made Tsireya call reader mommy but I'll leave this to you.

The explanation came out quite long, I hope it is not too much to ask :)

Okay but this is the most juicy scrumptious ask I’ve ever gotten and I hope you know it made me literally clench around nothing. It’s just too good.

Thanks for giving me an excuse to write some Subby!Tsireya smut. I’m gonna go change my panties now.

Smut under the cut

You and Tsireya’s relationship still new and fresh and blossoming.

Most in the village think your just friends, the shy nature of your touches and hugs appearing like no more then girlhood friendship. They don’t need to know what the two of you get up to in your private time- you’re not a fan of PDA and Tsireya respects that.

The Sully’s arrive just after your three month anniversary.

You’re hesitant of new people, not cruel or interested in being nasty and joining in on the teasing. But nervous. Introverted and a tad bit wary.

She’s everything your not, kind and out going. Her aura sparkles, powder pink and glittery. She’s soft and welcoming, she’ll make an amazing T’sahik.

When she ropes you into helping train the newcomers, of course you can’t say no. When have you ever been able to say no to those giant eyes?

“They had to leave their home, could you even imagine that? It breaks my heart. We must help them adjust”

And she’s right of course.

The more that you get to know the Sully’s, the more your heart hurts for them. Being so forcibly uprooted from everything they’d ever known is horrific.

You “mother hen” people. It had always been known about you. The moment you take someone under your wing, there’s little you wouldn’t do for them.

You like the Sully siblings. Bond with them. Would even say you’ve become friends with them-

All except for one.

You can’t stand Lo’ak.

Toruk Makto’s youngest son grates at your last nerve. He’s brash and annoying-

And he won’t stop flirting with Tsireya.

It makes you see red. Makes your heart pound and your fists clench, everytime he whispers sweet nothings to her. Or stares at her with that love struck expression on his stupid face.

Tsireya doesn’t reciprocate, is respectful of her already established relationship but-

She’s just too fucking nice.

You tell her of the fact as you throw fits about it.

She’s yours. How dare this five fingered outsider come in and disrespect what you had?

“Y/n” she sighs as the two of you sit close together, the beach vacant. Only the ocean, lapping rhythmically at the shore, is there to bare witness to your vulnerability.

You’d been crying, your turquoise eyes red rimmed and your plush lips set into a tight frown.

Your knees are pulled up to your chest and you refuse to meet your girlfriends pleading gaze.

“It meant nothing, I was only teaching him to free dive” Tsireya vows before reaching out to you. Her soft hand on your shoulder as she urges you gently to look at her. “I only want to be with you. My heart beats for you, it belongs to you. Is that not enough?”

You huff, shaking your head “You let him hold your hand today!”

“He was drowning! He needed my help!“ she protests.

She’s too kind for her own good, for yours either. You’d seen the look on his face while their fingers intertwined.

It made you sick with jealousy. Twisted with unbridled rage.

“You…are kind, my sweet love. Too kind. But you’re not stupid. Don’t pretend that you don’t see the way that he looks at you” you hiss at her, avoiding her touch. So upset that it curdles in your stomach like something vile.

She sniffles. Tsireyas an emotional creature by nature. Having you this upset with her has her close to spiraling.

“What do you want me to do? I won’t train him anymore, if you don’t want me to. Please, Y/N. Don’t be upset with me” she warbles out, her big bottom lip quivering.

She’d do anything to melt this icy coldness that you were settling over the relationship she so deeply cherished.

“I want you to tell him your mine” you state with finality and she’s nodding before you can even finish.

“Yes, yes of course” she agrees. “I’ll tell him we’re dating. I’ll make that clear”

“No Tsireya. Not that we’re dating” you hiss at her, seething at her naivety “Tell him that your mine”

“Anything” she whimpers. She’d tell him anything you wanted her to.

You sigh and reach over. Grabbing her dimpled chin gently, your fingers firm on her jaw “He wants to fuck you, you know”

She blushes, cheeks going hot and rosy. Tries to shake her head, but your grip just gets that much firmer.

“He does” you continue, your bold gaze piercing. She can’t look away from your sparkling light green eyes as you speak “You’re going to tell him that you don’t need his cock. That you spend every night with me, fully satisfied. I treat you well so well”

She nods eagerly. “Of cour-“ you squeeze her so hard it hurts. It has her whimpering, tears gathering in her thick lash line.

“No, that wasn’t really a question, was it? I know I take care good of you, Tsireya. Anything you want, I give you. I’d rip out my fucking heart for you if you asked me to” your words are intense, laced with desperation. You’re quickly losing your composure- completely raw as you sink into how much you feel for her.

It’s obsessive. Not completely healthy.

Too much for most people-

Not for Tsireya.

Tsireya thrives on emotional energy.

She is already starting to squirm. She loves you when you get like this. She’s spoiled rotten, she wants all of your attention all of the time.

“Mhmm” she can only agree, her jaw aching in your hands.

“Who’s are you?” It’s a little bit of a taunt- meaner then you’d like to be but you’d been pushed here. Pushed to this emotional state.

“Yours, mommy” Tsireya whines, cheeks still squished in your grip. Lips pursed and pouting.

You slam your mouth to hers. That’s all you needed to hear.

————————————————————————-

Lo’ak has never felt like this.

There’d been girls back home in the forest, one’s that caught his eye. One’s that he’d pursued.

But there had never been a girl like Tsireya.

What had started as an innocent crush had bloomed into something- more. Something all consuming.

He thought about her before he went to sleep at night, and then again as the rays from the morning eclipse filled his family’s Mauri.

Her pretty face. Her sweet laugh. Her kindness.

It was all too much for him. No one had ever been this nice to him before, how was he not supposed to completely fall head over heels for her?

Tsireya likes him back. He knows it. She’s always willing to be an ear when he needs to vent. She never makes fun of his five fingers or tawtute eyebrows. She laughs at all his jokes!

And most of all. She spends all her free time teaching him the way of water.

There’s no way she doesn’t like him. He’s sure of it. Gloats about it to his siblings-

“Maybe she’s just that nice? Ever think about that, skxwng? I bet she’d tutor anyone who needed it”

Kiri was wrong. She just didn’t understand. The seeds of doubt she tried to plant weren’t gonna stick.

He’d show them.

He’d be brave and tell Tsireya about his love for her, and she’d accept it with warm arms.

Lo’ak is sure of it.

So he musters up all his courage and sets out to find the Metkayina girl.

Some of the villagers said they’d seen her head out- she was going to forage for a particular type of seaweed. It only grew on the South Beach- other side of the island, furthest from the village.

That’s fine. He doesn’t mind the trek. He uses it to try to calm his fraying nerves. Imagines all the ways that the scene is going to play out.

Tsireya is quite emotional. She might cry at his confession. She’ll launch herself into his open arms- she’ll need to be consoled. Lo’ak will hold her tight. Kiss her until she has nothing to be ready about any longer

He walks and walks and hell. Where the fuck is she?

South Beach is desolate. Completely barren of other villagers. No Tsireya.

There’s a large rock formation- tall and acting like a barrier. Maybe she’s behind there, she has to be. He’s making his way over, just about to call out her name when a high pitched feminine moan rings out.

Breaking the silence of the deserted beach.

His golden eyes widen, tail going ramrod straight in alert because what? That can’t be-

Another moan- this one’s different. It sounds gutted, almost pained.

“Y/N- pleaseeeeee”

His cheeks are hot and his hearts pounding in his chest as he creeps over, following the sounds. Crouching behind the big rock formation, unseen as he peers through a crack.

What he gets a clear view of takes his breath okay. Makes him freeze in total and complete shock.

Tsireya is on her hands and knees, bare as the day she was born. Her pretty shell top and gauzy tweng have been discarded and lie tangled in the sand.

Her breasts are naked, nipples peaked. Her hair is a complete mess. The usual meticulously styled tendrils are everywhere, sticking to her sweaty face. Swaying with her body.

“Ah-ah-ah PLEASE” she screeches, as she thrusts back into your fingers.

You’re behind her, naked too. Ethereal in the setting eclipse. You weren’t really his type. Too bitchy, too gorgeous for your own good-

But as he watches you fuck Tsireya hard with with your hand he can’t help but acknowledge your beauty.

There’s a scowl on your face and your blue eyes sparkle as you work the girl infront of you over.

“You’re being so-ah- so mean” Tsireya wails and she sounds like she’s in pain.

But Lo’ak can tell she likes it.

Her ears are swiveling on her head, her thick tail wagging. And a small smile tugs on her pleasure slackened mouth.

“You’ve been a bad girl. Bad girls don’t get to come” you snipe back and oh holy shit.

Loak is so confused as he hides there behind the rocks. So confused and so turned on.

How long had this been going on?

We’re the two of you like- together? He just thought you guys were close friends. Is this why you were always glaring at him?

“I told you I’m sorry” Tsireya sniffles- her hips still swiveling backwards, needing the pleasure of your touch. He wishes he could see your hand, see how many fingers you had pressed into the younger girl. “I’m so sorry, mommy. I’m only yours. I love you. I love you. I love you”

Lo’aks brain kind of sort circuits.

His ears ring and his hard on deflates.

Tsireya tells you that she loves you with such conviction, her tone adoration laced even as you torment her.

He realized then that his sister had been right. Tsireya had just been being nice to him. She didn’t like him back.

The future Tsahik had never once spoken to him that way.

You coo at her.

Leaning down to press your lips against her smooth back “I love you- you’re everything to me, Reya. Come now. Squirt for me one more time”

The sounds Tsireya let’s out as she orgasms are almost un-Na’vi. She sounds like she’s dying. Gone is the innocent girl who’d welcomed him on the beach. This woman is someone he doesn’t know- someone he’ll never know.

Lo’ak pulls away once he watches Tsireya collapse in your arms.

He can’t bare to watch the loving embrace the two of you share.

He stumbles back the way he came.

Lolololol this shit was so fun to write. I love a jealous Reader. Poor Lo’ak got humbled real quick.

[goddammitjosef]

For the otp question meme. Napalex. Every number except for 26.

(Is this evil behavior?)

fuck you im doing 26

NAPALEX HEADCANONS MASTERPOST WOOOO

Who is most affectionate?

Napoleon, he warms up to Alexander after a while and is very cuddly, pinches his ears when mad and sits on his lap a lot. Alexander thinks it's kind of weird.

Little spoon/Big spoon?

Napoleon is little spoon Alexander is big spoon.

Most common arguement?

Poland, this is canon btw... trading too. Literally anything atp but mostly Poland.

Favourite non-sexual activity?

Taking long walks, and arguing.

Who is most likely to care for the other?

Napoleon, he has to remind Alexander to do stuff.

What is their favourite feature of their partner?

Napoleon likes Alexander's hair, and his facial features, overall anything that makes him look like a greek god.

Alexander likes Napoleon's chub.

What's the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

Literally nothing they still hold grudges they just kiss now.

Nicknames? If so how did they originate?

I've been on this hill since day one that Napoleon called Alexander "Alex" and Alexander thought it was weird but now Napoleon calls him Sasha.

Alexander calls Napoleon "Napoleon" to his face but Bonaparte behind his back cause he's a fake ass bitch.

Who worries the most?

ALEXANDER

Who remembers what the other orders at a resturant?

Alexander. Napoleon always orders chicken while Alexander tries ordering something different each time and usually doesn't like it.

Who tops?

COMPLICATED QUESTION NOT EVEN ARISTOLE COULD ANSWER!!!!!

I always thought it would be Napoleon but looking back I know believe Alexander usually tops. Napoleon tops sometimes but everytime he does Alexander has a horrible time and fakes an orgasm. Napoleon is a lot better at handjobs tho which Alexander does enjoy but that's TMI.

Who initiates kisses?

Napoleon does, his are more rough and with tongue while Alexander likes small pecks.

Who reaches for the other's hand first?

Napoleon.

Who kisses the hardest.

As previously stated, Napoleon. He's an OK kisser.

Who wakes up first?

Napoleon.

Who wants to stay in bed a little longer?

Alexander.

Who says I love you first?

NAPOLEON.

Who leaves little notes in the others lunch.

I dont think this one applies here but i'll give it a shot.

If it's highschool AU then Napoleon leaves cringey notes in Alexanders lunch. Modern AU where they're adults then Alexander does, he just tells him to have a nice day. I imagine modern AU Alexander is a lot more loving than the real Alexander.

BTW I wanna flesh out a modern AU where Paul works in the Kremlin and Napoleon is a foreign exchange student in Russia because it was the cheapest place they'd take him. Also it'd be better for designs since most Russian secondary schools don't have uniforms.

Who tells their family/friends of their relationship?

LITERALLY NO ONE KNOWS. Execpt Fredrick William because he could tell.

What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Ok breakdown if they DID know. Paul would kill Alexander, like actual death Ivan the Terrible and His Son. Catherine II would be more supportive. Elizabeth would just not care honestly, she thinks it's interesting it's with a man this time but she's been through him cheating through the hundredth time. But she would poke at him telling him "Why'd you seperate me and Varvara and now you're gay??" Josephine also doesnt care but she doesn't like how Napoleon keeps asking for her to roleplay as Alexander now. Pauline thinks it's kind of cute but calls them the f slur to her husband. Leticia would shoot Napoleon. Joseph thinks it's weird. Konstintine would make fun of Alexander and tell everyone.

Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

Alexander this is canon.

Who cooks/is better at cooking?

Alexander...I think? Not too sure.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

NAPOLEON

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other's ear during sex?

Both of them tbh, very talkative i would say but Napoleon more than Alexander.

Who needs more assurance?

ALEXANDER.

What would be their theme song?

Already made a song analysis post but to sum it up.

Backstabber - Dresdon Dolls

The More You Ignore Me the Closer I Get - Morrissey

I like you - Morrissey

Let Me Kiss You - Morrissey

You've Got Everything Now - The Smiths.

Once More to See You - Mitski

I ALSO HAVE A PLAYLIST

Who would sing their child back to sleep?

Napoleon.

What do they do when they're away from eachother?

When are they not away from eachother?

One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart.

I hear people say Alexander offered Napoleon to stay with him instead of being at Elba and it's probably not true but...man...

ALSO ANYTHING ABOUT THEM AT THE END OF THEIR LIVES. JUST. HOW DID ALEXANDER FEEL ABOUT NAPOLEON'S DEATH I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO

One headcanon about this OTP that mends it.

I don't know send me your headcanons. MY DMS ARE ALWAYS OPEN FOR ANYTHING BUT ESPECIALLY NAPALEX I LOVE MESSAGING PEOPLE LET'S TOUCH TIPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ironwoman18]

Rather Be - Part 13

Trigger Warning Alert: 

There will be some trigger warning about abuse relationships and rape. Those are my thoughts about why Melinda Desmond looks at her kids and her husband.

Chapter 13: Family Day 

“Good morning my dear students” said Mr Henderson looking at each other “I would like to let you know that this weekend we will be celebrating a special day... The family day”

All the kids looked excited and smiled at that, then Mr. Henderson continued “Mrs. Desmond and the women of the National Political Party will be organizing activities but the rest of the families must bring food and drinks and they can share with others. There will be a barbecue grill so you can bring meat, pork and chicken to share with all your classmates and families." They all looked happy and excited about it and started to chat about what they would do.

Damian knew his father wouldn't be present since he only attended those imperial students’ reunions, not a family day. Anya read this and felt sad for him. She knows how important his father is for the second son so not having him there was hard for him.

He noticed her staring at him and blushed hard and she looked around. Becky was delighted at this thinking Anya was thinking about having a good day around him so she, as her best friend, should plan something for it, like that chapter in Berlint in Love where the girl managed to meet her love interest in a secret place to have a romantic moment.

“Becky is so weird...” thought Anya rolling her eyes.

At night and back home with her parents she shared the news and of course Yor was excited “Oh my...!!! That sounds like so much fun. I will talk to Melinda to see if she needs help”

Loid’s thoughts were more towards the mission and how Yor’s involvement will help Operation Strix.

“That's amazing Yor, you should contact her and see if you both can organize it with the women of her party” he said from the kitchen.

“Daddy is always thinking about the mission... How exciting!” Thought Anya with shining eyes.

The dinner went by as usual. They ate and chatted about their day. Mostly Yor and Anya, Loid made a couple of comments here and there.

Anya knew everything about his little mission finding some information about a man who was plotting to expose some confidential documents about a politician’s bad dental health and Yor had to kill a man who was a traitor journalist. A typical Tuesday day for the Forger family.

The rest of the week went by quickly. Yor got in contact with Melinda and they were working together, they even convinced Loid to be the one in charge of the barbecue. He played it hard but was happy to meet her and have the first encounter at his door to reach his objective.

By Saturday morning the women were at the school campus preparing everything. With the help of Loid and some of their older sons they were able to finish in time for the other families to arrive and the day officially began. 

There were some really fun activities. Loid watched his wife playing volleyball with the other women and was impressed by it. He knew she was very athletic but it always amazed him how good she is at sports.

Then they forced him to play with the other men and of course he was wiping the floor with them.

“Wow Yor... Your husband is not only handsome and a good cook but also good at sports too” said Melinda while drinking water.

“Yes he's like the perfect man...” Said Yor and Melinda felt envy by the way her eyes seemed so... In love with her husband? She wished she could speak about her husband like she does.

But maybe it's because they had been married for about a year so that's why they were so in love but she never felt like it, it felt even like been raped everytime she was with Donovan, he wasn't gently or nice with her. She was just his “heir producer” as he once called her in a family reunion.

She hated him and everytime she looked at her sons she saw him in them and she felt a mix of love and disgust towards them.

She took a deep breath and looked back at the game. Loid's team was winning by a lot and the final point was an ace point by him.

Yor approached him and handed him a bottle of water and they talked under Melinda’s stare. Yor seemed so happy with him and she was happy that, at least, one of her friends was happy with her husband.

Then Loid returned to cook and the women started to give people plates with the meat, chicken or pork with a salad and baked potatoes to the other families. 

Henderson was impressed by his abilities, which were very elegant. And he could notice how happy he seemed when he looked at his wife. Sometimes he imagined that if Martha weren't sent to war, he would definitely look at her that way as his wife. 

He noticed the love Loid has for his wife and daughter, it was so elegant that he had the non elegant feeling of envy... He, an old man, envies the happiness of this young man with his wife and kid.

The teacher sighed and looked down, rubbing his hair softly and wiped out some tears of his eyes. He should be thankful, she was alive, she survived the war and that's only that matters to him.

Some other parents were playing with their kids after eating and others were offering desserts for the kids and some adults were also accepting them.

Everyone was happy to share time together and thankfully, for Anya, Becky forgot about her and Damian and just played with her, Bond and Becky's little dog.

Yor even had time to take photos of her family having fun, in the following days she will get them revealed and added the cuter ones to her personal collection.

Loid, on the other hand, made sure to chat with some politicians and important people from Ostania in case he ever needed information, after all it was his bigger mission.

The rest of the day Melinda planned more activities for the families, and at night they closed the family day with fireworks. This time Anya enjoyed them with her mom and dad and she couldn't be happier.

On their way home Anya fell asleep and so did Bond.

“Did you have fun, Loid?” She asked, smiling.

“A lot of fun. You and Mrs. Desmond did a great job planning everything” she blushed softly at his words.

“Thank you, we did our best to make it as fun as we could” she smiled big “so I'm glad our mission was completed”

He chuckled softly and said “Someone had been watching to many reruns of Bondman with Anya” he said, teasing with her, when she was about to answer him he held her hand softly, interlocking their fingers softly, as he drove and said “you completed the mission and I'm proud of you” he gave her the most honest smiles she ever saw on his face and she was melting by how beautiful it was. The husband was proud of her effort and he appreciates it.

“I...I'm glad you think you. I might keep in contact with her for more of these activities” he smiled more, this time the spy was pleased to hear it since it was his plan C and Yor was playing it to perfection.

They arrived home and while Yor laid Anya in bed and Bond returned to sleep on her bedroom's floor, Loid took a long and most needed shower.

Then it was her turn and when she was done, both of them went to sleep but before, she leaned into him and she gave him a small yet meaningful kiss on the cheek but this one was different, first it was closer to his lips and second it felt different, something neither of them understood or were aware of but others were noticing, they were falling in love slowly.

OOooOOooOO

Hope you liked this one short but I think it's a wider view of how someone noticed that Yor was, indeed, falling for Loid.

And Mr. Henderson also noticed Loid happy with his family and also that he loved them. But after all, our dear spy will never notice it on his own.

[phoenixkaptain]

Have you ever noticed that while we have a bunch of evidence that William explicitly told Elizabeth not to go near the Circus Baby animatronic, and the implication of the lines is that he said this multiple times and was very insistent on it, and the Fredbear plush (no matter who you think is speaking through it) told the Crying Child not to go near the animatronics in general, the lines here also suggest that it has given this advice multiple times, we don’t actually have any evidence that Michael was ever told not to go near any of the animatronics?

In fact, in regard to Michael, the only evidence we do have is Michael being explicitly told to go mess around with animatronics. “It was right where you said it would be.” “I put her back together, just like you asked me to.” These both tell us that 1. Unlike the other children, Michael was not only encouraged to go hang out with animatronics but was also encouraged to go mess around with animatronics and 2. Michael’s tone of speaking could imply that this is the first time he’s been told to go mess around with animatronics.

Now, I’m not saying that William, from the very start, took a baby Michael and just handed him over to Fredbear without worrying about it, but I do think William tried to get Michael invested in some aspect of the business. I believe this because Michael’s the oldest son. And while Utah doesn’t have heir apparent to the family title, it did, back in the seventies and eighties, have a common idea that young men should follow in their fathers’ footsteps. Or, at the very least, the oldest son should bond with his father through a shared knowledge of the father’s job.

This was exceptionally common everywhere, but especially in Utah, where the people have always been (as we will diplomatically call it) traditional.

(But, of course, the Aftons probably are not originally from Utah. That doesn’t actually have much of a sway in form of argument in this particular case, because Mormons have a long history of outcasting people they considered “other.” If you smoked, if you drank to excessively, if you didn’t go to church, if you did go to church but not the “correct” way (I have no fucking clue what the correct way is, I only know that I, personally, did not do it correctly as a four-year-old, I know, baffles the mind), you were other and therefore, nobody would speak to you. And, more importantly to my case, nobody would go to your business.

William, being the one who spoke to more people (if we trust the books) had to at least play at being charmingly British enough that his neighbours wouldn’t think he’s a bad person. In fact, they would probably accept that he doesn’t want to go to church if he just used being from another country to get out of it (but they would probably suggest it everytime he spoke to them anyway) but William would have to fit in in other ways so he didn’t come across as too other. Enter Michael.

His relationship with Michael, if it mimicked the common relationship of father-and-son at the time, would be enough to charm people into believing he’s a family man and going to his diner anyway. Having three children was already going to boost people’s opinions of him, but if, on top of that, his oldest son “helped” with animatronics or paperwork or even if he just occasionally wiped tables, that would add more to the public image of the business being a family operation, just this one included two families.)

Admittedly, we don’t know much about how Michael acts. But, since it’s a similar case to Ethan Winters from the Resident Evil series (1. Both first person. 2. Both keeping the face out of view from the viewer, even going as far as obscuring mirrors or leaving mirrors out entirely. 3. Both of them get taken over by an outside entity (Ennard and Mold, respectively). 4. Both seem to do incredibly stupid things (“I think I’ll go see my wife in this ominous house I was given the address to multiple years after her disappearane and assumed death. I want my dearest darlingest baby girl back so I am going to fight hell monsters with whatever weapons aren’t nailed down and if I have to fight a god, then I guess I have to fight a god. I inexplicably know how to put together a functioning flamethrower.” “Well, Dad told me to go down in his weird undergroudn bunker that he keeps behind the house where my sister who has been missing for some amount of time is apparently hanging out, so I guess I’ll head down there on the nightly.” “I will not make any noise of complaint or annoyance or fear or even pain as I am inconvenienced and hurt and even murdered.” “I inexplicably consider being used as a flesh suit by the possessed wires of multiple animatronics a win because I’m pretty sure my sister was in there somewhere, so great news, Old Man, I’ve succeeded in the task.”) 5. I like comparing media that technically is very different but is similar in key ways and that’s what I’m currently doing. Shh, go with it, my child, go with it) I’m going to assume that Michael’s face does the same thing Ethan’s does. As in, if you wait long enough, even in situations where Ethan should reasonably be terrified, he just looks sort of like he’s wondering if he left the oven on. I like to think that’s how Michael’s face looks. Like: “Oh no, Ballora could catch me at any moment and kill me! …I wonder if that bird I saw last week is having any luck finding worms? It’s been a bit of a dry year.”

Michael certainly seems determined, but he only seems determined if we assume that he’s in more than one game. Like, if we think Michael isn’t the guy running the pizzeria in Pizzeria Simulator, then Michael said “I’m going to come find you” to his father and didn’t do anything? If we assume he isn’t the nightguard of the first game, if we assume he isn’t the second nightguard in the second game, if we assume he is only the protagonist of Sister Location, then Michael is the funniest character of all time. Because he literally said “Father, I am going to come find you” and then went back inside and enjoyed a quiet life? Maybe he did look around but didn’t go to any of the obvious places, the restaurants his father worked and killed at? Maybe he knew exactly where William was and just said “Ah, fock it, I’m going back to my tele-novella, tell me when you’re dead, Father.” It also makes William screaming for Michael a lot funnier because oh my God, William, do you think he’ll just teleport there?

(Sorry, that was a tangent. I saw someone complain about the night guards all being the same person or related to the events of the game in some way and it kind of annoyed me. “Why must they be the same person?” you ask? Because that’s just basic storytelling. The characters have to be related to the plot in some way, or the storytelling is nonexistent. And besides, from a narrative perspective, it makes a more satisfying story if Michael is the night guard of at least one location, because it means that Michael isn’t the stupidest man alive. He’s looking for his father. If I was in Michael Afton’s shoes, looking for my father who I knew was a tad obsessive about robots, I would go to the robot restaurant. It makes sense. (I’m sorry, I went on a tangent within my apology for going on a tangent. I will get back to the actual point now.))

We know that William told Elizabeth not to go near animatronics (or at least not to go near one animatronic). We know that someone told the Crying Child not to go near any animatronics. But we don’t have any evidence that Michael was ever told any of the animatronics were dangerous. In fact, evidence suggests that he was not only told to hang around animatronics, but he’s basically used to them. He finds his brother’s fear of animatronics amusing, which, to me, suggests that he finds the animatronics to be the opposite of scary. It suggests that he’s around them enough (because apparently Crying Child and Michael just hung out at the robot restaurant nearly every day of their lives, for some reason) that he’s either ignored any warnings that they’re dangerous or he was never told they could be dangerous in the first place.

Why does any of this matter?

Because I am sick and tired of people complaining about Michael killing his brother. They say it makes him an asshole big brother, I’ve seen some suggest it makes him just like his father, and I respectfully disagree. Michael is certainly not winning any Brother of the Year awards, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t find his relationship with his brother to be unrealistically cruel.

Michael doesn’t hurt his brother. He only scares him. That’s his entire goal. He’s a dick, yes, but he doesn’t seem to actively pursue harmjng his little brother.

Michael was never told the animatronics were dangerous. Michael was never told to stay away from them, and even if he was, it wasn’t terribly convincing. (“Son, the robot performers are super duper dangerous and you should never ever not once go near any of them. Now, here’s a dollar, go play near the robot performers.”)

Michael, if anything, is trying to get his brother to see that he’s overreacting. He’s trying to prove that they aren’t dangerous. He’s trying to show his brother that the animatronics won’t hurt him. He’s making fun of his brother, yes, but the fact that he gets him so close to the stage and goes so far as to put his head in Fredbear’s mouth tells me that he was basically doing something similar to shoving a worm in someone’s face. He was trying to scare him, yes, but then his brother would, we assume, see that nothing happened and would be shaken, but ultimately admit that Michael was right, the animatronics aren’t dangerous.

This, obviously, isn’t what happens. But I’m pretty sure Michael didn’t purposefully kill his brother and I’m even more sure that he wasn’t even trying to hurt him.

I have three older brothers. And, it was a similar situation in that the four of us were left to watch each other a lot while our parents were at work. And while I know my brothers are not the mold for all brothers, I also know that there’s a reason people talk about the “Cain Instinct.” Boys roughhouse. And, while not actively encouraged in Utah, it’s certainly not discouraged either.

Michael was being a dick, yes. But, the behaviour is similar to a child who doesn’t think that guns are dangerous, whether because they’re not told or because they’re left unsupervised with access to guns. This sort of incident is not without precedent. And while it was certainly stupid, Michael didn’t do anything that a dumb big brother wouldn’t do.

[maxverstepponme]

I'm the crazy obsessed and delusional Indian lady who thinks she's in a relationship with max and some of the things I do may seem similar to kelly or what she has done in the past but I think its the differences that count.

1. Kelly had max right by her side when she made fake accounts and spread rumors about being with him. And his ex gf wasn't still pretending to be his gf on social media or irl.

If I have max by my side rn or when our relationship isn't public yet, I wouldn't be on my phone so much or we would be reading any gossip together and laugh about the fake stuff and then get busy with other stuff 🙈

2. I dont support conservatives especially after posting pro-choice stores on insta. I'm still not sure where exactly I stand on the topic(only when it comes to consensual sex), but I'm open to discussion and learning.

3. I'll never post personal information especially after being asked not to. I dont have anything on insta right now and I will start posting but it's going to be with the approval of everyone that's involved.

And I dont mind answering questions on your blog about our relationship together, now and then when we're free. I have plans to not be so away from the fans during the winter break, cuz I've been there and I know how I've missed him, they don't involve pictures tho.

4. I dont like drinking. I know he loves it and she loves it but I don't think I can get myself to start drinking. It might change when we're older but I can't guarantee anything for now.

5. I have no obsession with branded stuff. Yes I do prefer them cuz they're good quality but If it's a pretty dress I don't mind who made it. And I hope no one forces me to be any brand's ambassador cuz I just want to wear what I like and I can't do that if I'm working with a particular brand. And I'll be wearing Indian outfits mostly cuz I'm most comfortable in them and please don't expect any fashion tips or anything related to fashion basically. I'm just as fashionable as max but a little better cuz I don't like wearing the same outfit all the time, I like variety 😜 but don't worry max i won't bother you too much about it but I will push you to try new colors tho 😛

6. And if some max fans don't like me or are rude to me, I will block them but I won't make max do it from his account unless he himself wants to.

7. Most importantly, I won't flip him in the pictures. I never understood that anyway. I'll most probably remain private, I haven't figured it out yet, but if I do, I'll share our pics that we want to be out with maxverstxppen. Maxv1stappen and I aren't on good terms, it's a shame cuz I really like their edits.

8. And I don't want fan pages or 'styleofchandana' pages. Maybe edits pages for max and I, cuz I like edits..

9. I hope there's a TV in Max's room in rb motorhome cuz I'll most probably watch the races from there cuz I dont think I can control my emotions on live TV 😅

10. I'm a very family oriented girl and very proudly a mama's girl. So It breaks my heart everytime I think about how max and sophie had to stay apart during his childhood. And also how they currently live so far apart, I'm sure it gets boring living alone in her big house..so I'll try to push for some way she can live nearby so we can frequently meet and so she can have her time with her son that she sacrificed for his career 💗

I can only think of these for now, I'll post later if I can think of any more.

No. You get the fuck away from here.

This is a gossip blog and some things may sound delulu, but they’re not as delulu as this or you. Like I’ve said before -and like everyone knows-, I don’t like Kelly, but if I have to defend her from people like you, I will. What you’re doing is absolutely disgusting. You’ve crossed the line with this clown show, so don’t even try to call yourself a Max fan.

Despite us not liking Kelly, we’re not harassing her and everyone related to her and Max saying they broke up, much less messaging Red Bull and Verstappencom the way I know you’ve done. Keep doing this and I’ll find a way to let them -Max’s team- know about this.

Everyone go report her wherever you see her. If she makes new accounts let me know and I’ll post them here so people can report it.

[ancientgreecehistorynerd]

hi moottt how was ur day?

i have some bookish questions for u bc why not

-what is ur favourite genre of literature?

-what are your top 5 favourite books?

-what are your top 3 favourite authors?

-do you have a favourite book character? if so, who are they? (feel free to list more than one)

-what is your favourite romance trope?

-what do you like to see in a main character?

-what are your thoughts on queer literature?

-what is a bookish pet peeve you have?

-do you like to purchase books, borrow them, or read them online?

-do you often read books translated from other countries?

thats all for now :) have a nice day

hello! i’m doing okay in the middle of moving tho so stressful haha

help did i never answer this? i’m sorry i’m actually tumblr illiterate like crazy

My fav genre is probably hm… def fiction haha young adult and contemporary…? it said those were genres i’m so sorry i don’t know the names of them and i’m an anxious mess! but if it’s got gay people and mental illness i’ll take it. i like dystopian as well!

top five NOT IN ORDER LOL

-girl in pieces by kathleen glasgow

-solitaire by alice oseman

-radio silence by alice oseman

-the perks of being a wallflower by soeben chbosky

-blood of olympus by rick riordan

(they change all the time haha)

-for authors i would def say

-rick riordan

-alice oseman (obv)

-and hm i haven’t read more than one of glasgows books so possibly suzzanne collins maybe? AUGHH IM SO INDECISIVE! (i do have fav fanfic authors tho haha)

NICO DI ANGELO THE SON OF HADES AND WILL SOLACE THE SON OF APOLLO THEYRE FROM RICK RIORDANS GREEK DEMIGODS SERIES(S) AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEYRE MY SPECIAL INTETEST THEIR COOL AS FUCK AND HE IS SO ME I AM SO THEM THEYRE MY EVERYTHING AND I LOVE THEM MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF (wait that’s not a good comparison uhh) I LOVE THEM MORE THEN FOOD ITSELF 🗣️

as someone who is demiromantic i’ve got to say friends to lovers since nothing else makes sense in my mind haha other then that hurt/comfort and just being domestic are UGH love it! SUNSHINE X GRUMPY as well. I eat it up everytime.

i love when main characters are similar to me so mentally ill gay very sad etc etc lol but besides that i would say complex? i hate it when authors make “i’m so happy all the time” characters the main character like i need DEPTH where’s the FLAVOR. so i suppose just not being perfect?

there needs to be more of it lol. i’m loving how much of it is being made to day but tbh in my opinion some authors do it wrong… i love when being queer is a major part of a characters personality because well they’re proud! but it’s when an author makes the entire character based off of that with no other personality traits. sexualizing queer relationships too like…. yikes! would love to see some more aroace and genderqueer rep that isn’t just boy/nb/girl tho!

when endings are rushed! it’s terrible i remember i loved this one book when i was younger that had the og “i’m nothing like y’all” as the cover haha. i forget what it was called sorry! but there was a great story and then it ended with her friends saying “sorry for excluding you and they went on to win the state math fair!” what. YOU JUST HAD A FULLY FLESHED OUT STORY AND YOU DID THAT??? i’m sure nobody likes them but they especially piss me off. skipping over important scenes as well and just showing the aftermath! non floppy books. FIX ITTTTT. also tbh smut? i mean i don’t mind it but that’s what ao3 is for i’m fine with the smut where they don’t show it like in charlie and nicks first time in heartstopper where it’s just kinda vague but as soon as i see a dick beint described im OUT. and books that just are smut like dude there’s so many better things you could be writing about!

ngl i am a massive book purchaser. i used to get them all from the library but thennn i got a bookshelf and discovered what annotating is… i just love being able to go back on what i’ve read whenever i want! and the covers are pretty :)

no actually! i don’t think i ever have tbh? i think the only time that happened was when i translated an official nico di angelo short story from italian haha

thank you if you listened to my yap! also i’m so sorry i didn’t see this :( also if i already responded to this and i forgot you can just kill me please and thank you. also have a good day too so sorry i didn’t see this! :(

[karmalandboxinmyattic]

Karmaland Summary!

A couple of days ago I said I was going to do another one of these, so here we are!

Most of the summary will be around Quackity, Alexby, and Rubius but I will talk about what's happening with everyone else, it's just that they have the heaviest lore right now and they're the ones that I've been watching the most.

Last time I talked about Karmaland I explained about Titi, Staxx's half alien son, and how there was going to be a trial to see if Titi was going to stay with Staxx or his custody had to be revoked.

So when the trial happened, the only ones that were in the server where: Rubius, Staxx, Quackity, Vegetta, Alexby, IlloJuan, and Lolito. They had been fighting about who was going to take the child when a Wither Storm appeared attacking Karmaland.

Turns out the Wither Storm was the mother of Titi and came to destroy everything and kill the child. Merlon led the heroes to a room where there were weapons to kill the alien with. Quackity took a bazuka, a machine gun, and 2 bombs even if they weren't supposed to grab those weapons (this is important for later).

Titi grabbed a nuclear bomb and sacrificed himself to kill his mother, saving Karmaland but dying while doing so.

After that things got hectic. Staxx became depressed and could barely get out of his house. Vegetta, Willy, and Fargan decided to build him a bigger house and a statue of Titi to make him feel better, but it didn't quite work.

Alexby had been the priest for a while now and sometimes the "gods" would talk to him every once in a while, but after Titi died it became more usual for the "gods" to reach out more. Now the "gods" where asking him to kill and make sacrifices for them. Alexby, thinking that they were the actual Karmaland gods, started doing so but it started to corrupt him.

Rubius seemed to be the one that got the worst after Titi's death. He started believing that Titi wasn't actually dead but instead hiding around Karmaland and still playing with him. It got so bad that Rubius picked a goblin trader, put a tag on him that said "Titi" and acted as if Titi wasn't dead. Now, Rubius was the first one that Titi called "dad" but Rubius was always scared because Staxx was his actual parent. Everytime Titi called him that Rubius would change topic or plain out ignore him. After Titi died Rubius started to ask him to call him dad again and he called "Titi" his son.

Things got more difficult when the day next to Titi's death a volcano appeared in the middle of the town. The heroes didn't know what was happening and tried to investigate but nothing much came from what they could gather. The volcano was throwing out so much lava that in the next days everything started getting destroyed.

Another weird thing was that the heroes would start hearing calling out for them randomly. It seems that it happens everytime one of them mentions Titi. When they do they can hear Titi talking very echoing. At first it was very subtle, very few people heard it when it happened, but now it's very loud. To the point that if someone mentions it most of the people, no matter how far in the map are, they can hear Titi too.

Quackity (a day before an event) decided to investigate the volcano on his own. He had an artifact that helped him being immune to fire for 30 seconds. So he built a giant tower with rocks and, with his glider, he flew to the top of the volcano. The gods got mad with him because he was jumping into the lava and told him he was being careless. Quackity defied them and the gods ended up sending him 2 coco monsters (mexican version of the Boogeyman). Quackity by the end ended up with a weird relationship with them, they were telling each other jokes and the gods would hit him with lighting every once in a while.

The next day Merlon got everyone together and told them that he knew someone. A half god druid that could tell them what to do against the volcano and why it had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. The heroes decided to go to the druid and ask for help.

This was a big event, everyone but IlloJuan, Mangel, and Luzu were there. (Mangel because he hasn't been streaming for months now, Juan was busy and Luzu had gone out of town for 20 days).

The druid they met is called Sapo Peta. He is played by Maximus, one of the admins, and his character is supposed to be an excentric, horny druid. Sapo Peta told them that he could help them, but they were going to have to fight whatever monster was guarding the volcano.

The heroes accepted and went into the volcano.

The thing was that Quackity found an easier and faster way to get to the top since he had already done it before. He got to be alone with Sapo Peta on the top of the volcano and both of them started full on making out, which was REALLY weird for everyone watching his pov.

When everyone else got to the top, Sapo Peta and Quackity decided to keep it a secret from everyone else.

Sapo Peta, since he is in fact Very Horny, started flirting with Vegetta and Rubius, enjoying seeing how they would get jealous for each other.

Vegetta and Rubius' relationship is very odd. They seem to be really attracted to each other, before Rubius went crazy about what happened to Titi, they would kiss and get REALLY intimate with each other but they never got to have sex since they would always get interrupted. After Titi died Vegetta pulled back because he didn't want to do something with Rubius when he wasn't in a good place mentally in case Rubius later regretted it. They still would sometimes kiss and would get jealous if someone got very flirty with each other. Like Sapo Peta was doing.

Quackity seeing how Sapo Peta was flirting with others in front of him got angry and decided to not have anything to do with him.

They fought the monster that guarded the volcano, which was the one causing the volcano to erupt and destroy the town and found that the monster was not only guarding the volcano but some type of key. Sapo Peta left the heroes to go and investigate what happened and the volcano dried.

The heroes went to do their own things separately and let Sapo Peta deal with it himself.

Now Rubius was slowly becoming... not himself. During the whole event he was waring a slutty maid outfit and calling Vegetta "sir". Sapo Peta, after the event and leaving the key in his house, sneaked into Rubius' house and, alongside Lolito, got him to sexy dance for them.

After seeing that sexy dancing could get Rubius good stuff, he started doing it way more often. So yes, canonically, Rubius has been whoreing himself out for either favors or items. Which, if you haven't seen Karmaland, it's not the usual type of content, this is a new development in the series.

After this two things started happening at the same time:

Vegetta and Willy, while out exploring, found out a magical object inside a cave. Sapo Peta told them that it could be a passageway to get into other dimensions so they couldn't move it until Sapo Peta got more information about it. He asked for both Vegetta and Willy to not tell anyone about it since he didn't know for sure how did it work.

And Alexby's corruption got way worse. His hand started turning black and some type of ooze came out of it. The black thing keeps telling Alexby to kill the other heroes and get more sacrifices for itself. Rubius learned about it and tried to help him but since both of them are not mentally sound right now they have a love-hate relationship where they both say the other is taking advantage of each other sexually.

Sapo Peta is trying to help Alexby with this but he has a lot on his plate lately. He however told Alexby that the three of them have to find a solution to his problem quickly or Alexby can end up dead.

At one point (forgot at where this fits but it happened) Sapo Peta got to talk with Staxx and he says that there is someone trying to contact Staxx. Someone that is in another plane and has a close connection to Staxx. There are speculations that it could be Titi (since there are some clues that tell that Titi may not be dead) but Staxx and Sapo Peta haven't connected into the server at the same time so that plot line is paused right now.

One day before Luzu came back from his 20 days out. Sapo Peta decided that every week he was going to give all of the heroes a gift each. That way he can help them and get closer to them. To Luzu he gave a bottle of wine, some turds (that are edible and gives them a lot of health somehow) and a letter that said that they both haven't met yet but Sapo Peta was excited to meet him since everyone in town was so nice and even one of them had kissed him right when they met. He wrote it in a way that it was very obvious for Luzu to know that he had kissed Quackity. Maximus explained that while Sapo Peta may have feelings for Quackity, he really wants the Luckity ship to become real.

When Luzu came back he read the letter and in a fit of anger threw everything into the ocean. He however never told Quackity about the letter, since he wanted Quackity to come clean on his own.

They are not a couple but both of them seem to really fancy each other. The day Luzu came back Quackity connected to the server with the plan to this time actually make Luzu fall in love with him. They spent the day together but they talked more out of character than anything else.

After that, however, Quackity went to talk to Sapo Peta. Luzu had told Quackity that he had gotten a letter from Sapo Peta, but didn't tell him that he knew about the kiss. So Q told Sapo Peta that he shouldn't send letters and flirt with other men, SP agreed with it, they kissed and Quackity told him that if they were going to be together their relationship needed to be a secret.

About a week later Quackity was getting bored on the server since he usually connects when everyone else is asleep, so he doesn't have anyone to play with. With the guns that he had taken the day Titi died, he went to Karmaland's church and threatened the gods to bring Titi back because he was lonely. At the end the gods asked Quackity to give back his guns and they would give him a companion, not Titi, but someone to be there with him.

Quackity agreed and received Merlon Vegetta, a little turtle that Quackity quickly called his son.

The gods also said that they were going to take his house for 2 days and let Quackity keep 1 gun, after 2 days they would give him back his house and Quackity would give his last gun to them.

One time they were exploring Merlon Vegetta somehow got a hangun and he killed mobs with that. During one of their adventures both Q and Merlon Vegetta were killing zombies and Sapo Peta appeared out of nowhere and told them that they had killed his friends, that they were indeed just having a party and both Quackity and Merlon Vegetta had killed them all.

Quackity, wanting SP to fight for his love, told him that they needed to break up and Sapo Peta agreed. Since that was not what Q thought would happen he told Sapo Peta that it was a joke but Sapo Peta decided to not go back with Quackity.

After the 2 days went by and Q had to give his last gun to the gods thieves appeared out of nowhere and Q and Merlon Vegetta got caught in the crossfire, having Merlon Vegetta die in a shooting.

When Titi died, his stuff fell from the sky (sticks, limes, bombs, etc) but no message was displayed on the bottom of the screen. However when Merlon Vegetta died there was a message that stated that he had died in a crossfire. This let to people believe that Titi was not actually dead and since everyone could still hear Titi that meant that he was indeed who has been trying to contact Staxx.

After his son died, Q decided to run for President of Karmaland. He wants to make Karmaland safer and prevent what happened to Merlon Vegetta from happening again.

He asked Sapo Peta to help him and Sapo Peta agreed to join his political party. Both of them were going to have a day together out exploring (since it seemed like SP still had feelings for Quackity) until Luzu logged into the server. Quackity panicked but in a moment of stupidity thought that he could get both Sapo Peta and Luzu to fight for him and make them get jealous.

So he got them together but it didn't work. Instead of fighting for him, they both got along really well and they both even gifted things to each other making Q become the thirdwheel in the group. Quackity left to go to his house and he cried and played sad music without knowing that Luzu and Sapo Peta had followed him to ask him what happen. Q however told them that he was actually feeling down because of the stress from running for presidency.

Before going to explore together Q had asked Luzu to join his party. Luzu told him that he was not going to join anything that has to do with politics because he had a bad feeling about it. Later when Quackity said that he was stressed L told him to not let the politics get into his head to "Always be happy, [he didn't] want a sad Quackity, but a happy Quackity" both of these openly referencing to his relationship with Auron back in K4.

Quackity asked them to leave his house and he disconnected the server feeling like he had lost both Luzu and Sapo Peta.

During this whole thing Sapo Peta and Luzu were actually on the same page. They both understood what Quackity wanted to do and decided to play nice with each other instead of acting how Q wanted them to act, to the point where they acted as if they were flirting with each other. In reality both were just messing around with Q. Throughout the day SP actually asked Luzu several times if he and Quackity were dating. Luzu everytime Sapo Peta asked, would quickly avoid the question and turn the topic around.

Sapo Peta, after Luzu disconnected from the server, decided to take the situation into his own hands. He left a letter in front of Luzu's house signed as Quackity, saying that Q had strong feelings developing for L. Later he did the same to Q, leaving a letter where it said that L had feelings for Q.

Next day Luzu connected into the server and saw the letter. Problem was that he read it and said that it was really well written to be from Quackity. He however kept the letter to investigate later.

Quackity however didn't log into the server quick enough to read the letter that "Luzu" left for him and the first one to find it was IlloJuan. He changed the full letter for it to be not about Luzu's romantic feelings but instead the letter now reads "I don't like you. I am racist against mexicans and I prefer way more spending time with my spaniard friends".

Sapo Peta actually found out about what happened and told Juan that he wrote it and not Luzu. Juan however wanted to make things more interesting and said that it would be faster to get them together if they hated each other first because "from hate to love there is only one step".

Sapo Peta, seeing how Juan seemed to have a good eye for getting people together told him that Juan was going to be his right hand man to play cupid around Karmaland.

IlloJuan has a beach bar which he said that they could use to arrange dates between the Karmaland members.

(There is this really funny line from Juan where he went "Everyone is whoreing around in Karmaland I'm the only idiot that is out here making a food establishment")

There was supposed to be an auction on the 29th but it got moved until the 1st of october, where not only the auction will take place but also an event.

Giving the information that we have, it could be about bringing Mangel into the server again, about Alexby's corruption problem, the device that Vegetta and Willy found, Titi's connection to Karmaland, or something comepletely different. Only time will tell.

[dulcewrites]

What is your opinion on show Aemond? In books he was basically psychopath, in show not yet, but I wonder what do you think of him besides the things you said before like he is arrogant. Btw, you are probably the only person who sees his arrogance and inability to rule (despite having Vhagar, being great swordsman and studying history and philosophy) because I swear to God, every Aemond stan views him as perfect and not arrogant at all and perfect material for a king. And you know what is the funniest thing? That they only acknowledge his traumas when they are comparing him to Daemon, you know, Daemon is the bad guy from episode 1, groomer and many other things but Aemond is hurt and insecure and disabled, but when confronted, they all view him as perfect. You know, just because he has traumas means he is perfect. But it never crossed their minds that any sort of trauma affects the process of thinking, self confidence, perception of people around us and does it in not positive way. And no, just because Aemond is traumatized doesn't mean he will be good father and husband because how in madieval world would he have any opportunity to even acknowledge that he has something called trauma and then starting to work on it, slowly realising how this worked and made him the person he is now?

It's 2022 and people are talking a lot about mental health which is great, but seeing how many people not even understand how Aemond's traumatic past shaped him and thinking it won't have negative effect is really sad.

And maybe the reason you got this terrible anon message because his stans really have no clue how his past will affect him and people close to him. They focus on how a good and dutiful son he is, but in fact he is parentified child. I also am one and believe me it could be great for strangers, me caring about my mother, but they don't know how hard it was in childhood when I was the one to take care of her where it should have been other way around. And my relationship with her is not a testimony of any kind of strong bond, but the fact I was burdened by her problems and needed to find solutions to them, because she couldn't. And in episode 9 when Alicent says If anything has happened and her panicked expression, it reminded me of my mother and everytime she relied on me.

You are basically the only person I saw admitting that he is a piece of work. Others believe that after all he has been through he would be perfect father, husband and king. No one sees how his past shaped him in bad way. Because it's like knife that cuts on both sides, sure, after losing an eye he became full of determination, dutiful, but also full of anger and having many repressed feelings. And this will affect all his relationships, but his stans doesn't see him as flawed character, they point out Daemon wrongdoings and use it to put Aemond on pedestal. And once saw one of them saying Aemond will get rid of his traumas once Viserys and Luke died. So thank you for portraying him in realistic way, I know it was request to write his wife being killed over a lie, but you captured his essence in such amazing way.

Well I appreciate that you like my different interpretations of Aemond. To be fair/honest, the way I write him in fmo or even in that request is not how I personally would want him written in the show. I don’t enjoy seeing women, regardless of the context or nature, being treated so poorly. There are times where it makes me sad when writing. But I’m also an admittedly sensitive person lol. Those anons I got, while complete weirdos who need help, I see as outliers compared to a lot of people who enjoy hotd. It’s just when you are in a large fandom, the wronged opinions tend to be the loudest. I do a lot of people misinterpret characters but they also have the good sense to not harass people.

I think that all the layers that make up show Aemond is why he is extremely compelling. He can be messy or arrogant, and probably a bad king/Prince regent. But he can also be a young man who had to deal with a losing his eye, a neglectful father, a mother who takes on a lot and probably projects a lot onto him bc he is so dutiful and kind to her, and having unique sibling relationships. And that does not even mention the possible piety or the strained relationship with intimacy he may have. I do think a lot of writers on here know and understand show Aemond but maybe choose to paint a prettier picture bc why not. Like I don’t plan on writing Aemond as a terrible father or husband in everything I do. I have some stuff in the works that is the opposite actually. He can be a lot thinks at once bc most people are. You just have to pick your threshold of what you can tolerate, irl and when you engage with media.

As for how I feel about show Aemond. I like him. I wouldn’t take the time to write about him if I didn’t. There are certain changes that I think the show did well, and I would argue and say his characterization is one of them. It also doesn’t hurt that ewan plays him extremely well. Older aemond could have fell flat if they did not have someone as talented playing him. So much of that charisma is not the text, it’s ewan acting his ass off. I’d say that’s the case for all the Hightower/targ kids. Phia, Tom, and ewan did the best with what they got, especially Tom and phia

[goldemas1244]

So, like. Everytime i think about these i feel emotional damage from the range of 0.01% to 100%.

Little Spawn headcanons: (Not all of them)

(Little Spawn)

1. "Little Spawn" is an endearing nickname given by Luo Yi to that specific domorey.

2. Their relationship started by her feeding it apples, and the spawn happily accepting it.

3. Little spawn (and any other domorey) can understand any language but can only interact with Zhask.

4. Little spawn is like a son to Luo Yi, and she is like a mother to it.

5. Little spawn will always hope that Zhask eat the apples Luo Yi prepares for them.

(Luo Yi)

1. She met the domorey when she was giving treats to Kupa (Popol's pet wolf).

2. She has heard of Zhask's reputation but didn't hesitate to feed it. She gave it apples because it was what she had at the time.

3. She 'understands' Little spawn by its body movements and expressions. For example, when ita hungry, happy, or mad.

4. She doesn't know why she is attached with the creature, but she doesn't regret loving little spawn.

5. She calls Zhask a hypocrite for not eating her apple treats (Salad, caramelized, candies), especially when he always says "Anything is edibe if you're brave enough".

(Zhask)

1. Zhask was practically annoyed at Luo Yi's persistence on spending time with that domorey, even after the NUMEROUS warnings he gave her.

2. Zhask is confused whether to applaud her bravery or insult her stupidity when she spends time with little spawn, especially when they're near his watch.

3. He doesn't understand HOW that human connects herself to that domorey knowing the fact that, one, they're alien, and two, that the domorey are vicious and violent in nature (like him).

4. He does start respecting Luo Yi, not because of her taking care of little spawn, but because of how versatile her ultimate is. (His primary reason)

5. He doesn't hate apples per se. Its just that he refuses to eat what she makes. Its not because its bad (Little spawn loves her cooking very much, like the other domoreys that it invited), its just that it felt homely (and he doesn't have a home HAHAHHAHA i'm sorry).

(Lore/Universe)

1. Everyone here are aware that they are grouped to compete in Classic/Ranked matches.

2. Other than Luo Yi, Zhask managed to befriend Natan.

3. Zhask can use his mind manipulation abilities but not on the battlefield.

4. "Invasion" also happened here. (The more brutal version of Zhask's invasion of Northern Vale).

5. Zhask's relationship with the geomancer is a bit complex. She seems to be the only one he tolerates in his presence outside of the battlefield (excluding Natan who he's friends with due to "research purposes"). They have a more 'human' friendship where they share jokes (mostly dark ones from Zhask), cooking techniques and recipes (Zhask is a great cook but Natan/Luo Yi's tongue is ruined forever because of what he puts in his food), and interesting stories about their experiences in life.

If this were like dialogue then:

Natan: Knowing your capabilities and morality, why didn't you hurt her?

Zhask: (sighs) ...I wouldn't want to hurt her little domorey's feelings.

Natan: ......

Zhask: Some things are better forgotten, and I spared her those nightmares.

Natan: ...hm

Zhask does start to acknowledge that what Luo Yi and Little Spawn have together is true and it not made to annoy or make fun of him. He observes them from afar knowing how that human managed to domesticize that domorey, something not possible even for him. But even he didn't truly accept her as he refuses to eat her apples, which little spawn prays that he does.

"Father, you have eaten a variety of fruit often picked on the wild, so tender and fresh. But have you experienced when someone, wholeheartedly gave you something without fear? I did, twice. The first time, was very unfortunate. But now, with her, my mother. I wish, no, want for you to see how sweet apples actually are." -Little Spawn

Would Zhask one day, finally succumb and accept what she offers?

Sorry for the long ask HAHAHHAHAHHAHA

AJSH1SKEHWJSHW I AM IN LOVE

Okay for starters I LOVE what you did with the multiple Domoreys thing. Like it MAKES sense and it's adorable because imagine going, "Yes this is my son Domorey, and my daughter Domorey, and my other son Domorey, and my third daughter Domorey, etc. etc." And they're his kids! His adorable little baby beans!

Girl's the follower of the reincarnation of the Black Dragon she's seen worse things. And the fact that she knows body language! Little Spawn's gonna tattle on Zhask and he's not even gonna notice!

"Anything is edible if you're brave enough." Luo Yi that is a statement he's not being hypocritical he's saying he's too scared 😭. The day he eats what she gives him is probably the day he becomes INFATUATED with her, I just know it.

The fact that the Domorey are vicious and violent like him implies that he's also as soft and lovable as they are! It's like Little Spawn is that extension, that part of him he doesn't show!

Her ult is terrifying, especially when you're wall-blocked. And the circles why are there so many circles??? What do they mean??

LITTLE SPAWN INVITED OTHER DOMOREYS ALONG GAHH!!! That's too adorable. Imagine a picnic of Little Spawns around Luo Yi!

Are they squishy? Please tell me they're squishy!

Zhask is feeling homesick fr. It's like an eviction notice except your landlord is quite literally trying to kill you.

Betcha when he finally does eat them, those home-cooked apples are gonna make him all warm inside and tear up juuust out of Luo Yi's peripheral vision, eh? He 's like that Anton Ego guy in Ratatouille.

The fact that the Invasion actually happened implies that he's got a stab would from Aurora somewhere right? Imagine Luo Yi taking care of that.

I don't know why but Zhask and Natan are just so funny to me. Kings of the Nerd Herd. What kind of research purposes though? What could he possibly see from future-boy?

Would love to hear a sample of his dark jokes, btw.

YES SOMEONE ELSE AGREES THAT ZHASK CAN COOK. Now THIS is where his quote gains truth! Literally anything he makes is edible if you don't have a gag reflex at the sight of it!

ZHASK HAS ISSUES 👏👏 LOVE ME A MAN LIKE THAT FRFR!! So he DOES care about her!

What does he mean by "Some things are better forgotten, and I spared her those nightmares" though? What's happened to him that he feels the need to shield her from it?

Aww I love Little Spawn's dialogues! But WAIT. I'm imagining things. Zhask picking up weird fruits nobody's ever cooked before and SOMEHOW being able to eat it without a stomachache. Imagine him being allergic to some fruit at least.

Who was the first time Domorey accepted wholeheartedly? Why were they an unfortunate case?

The way Little Spawn so poetically begs him to try, like, I would MELT if I heard that ZHASK PLEASE EAT IT-

Yes he WOULD. I just know it. At the least Little Spawn's gonna forcefully shove it in his mouth, methinks. Would serve him right.

In short, I love this. Keep sending long ones they're really fun to read.

Also like, how would they react when the enemy team has a copy of them? Like I've fought with another Zhask before and the Zhask on Zhask Domorey violence was scary.

[theforgottenmcrmy]

Thank goodness you mentioned that timeline issue 🤣. The math isn't matching for me there. It doesn't make sense for him to have a 15? year old that just magically popped up.

I also feel like big Dylan (since sprayberry is in the movie pretty sure) really won't be there since he gave the jeep to Scott at the end of the show - even if he says he has the jeep irl at his house or whatever. You never know though 🤷, they might even have a random fbi phone call between Scott and stiles or something.

I feel the same with Peter and Isaac popping in, that would be fun. I personally had my fill of Jackson in the show since they made the mistake of not ever going deeper into that kanima to werewolf storyline.

I just feel like they wrote the movie thinking - if we can't get stiles, we can get Allison! And I was not an Allison fan, I tell you 😐. I was alright with her in s1 but s2 had me so mad, that's all I can remember everytime I try to rewatch. I distinctly remember when she died in the show that I felt a single tear go down my face because everyone else was crying 😂.

That also might be why I'm like 😐 throughout the previews. At the same time though, if we're bringing back characters that were dead for multiple years, let's bring back the twins and Deucalion - that could've been fun to see how everyone interacted after their redemption arcs imo.

Exactly😂 and since Derek’s own canon age is disputed which I may or may not know because I once seriously considered writing a fic for him that makes the whole 15 year old kid thing even more confusing. Plus, who the heck is this kid’s mother?🧐 Hopefully we get some answers here, because the math is not mathing and the canon is not cannoning😅 I’m legitimately thinking they just *to hell with* the timeline and established canon so that Derek’s son could be a teenager, and hence a main face for the spin-off show.

Ahhhh, you got me there. Low key forgot Stiles gave the Jeep to Scott😅 I would loveeeee some kind of nod to Stiles, even if it is just a phone call or something prerecorded and altered to fit whatever’s going on. On the topic of little Dylan/Liam though, I’m also looking forward to seeing what his relationship with Scott is like at this point. Felt like they had a decent big bro/little bro mentor/mentoree dynamic, and that was one of the aspects I loved about the later seasons.

I feel like Peter is a given, but I’m trying not to get my hopes up. But every time in the main show, where it got to a point where he hadn’t been seen or mentioned for some time, he’d find a way to show up. So we’ll see.👀 Isaac may be more wishful thinking, but I’m hoping for it big time. He deserved a happy ending, and I hope he found it. That’s true about Jackson though…. Like, I appreciate the fact that they brought him back for the later seasons, (and for the show, he’s in this too, right?🧐 I thought so but now I’m doubting myself lol), but since they didn’t really acknowledge the Janina/wolf elephant in the room anymore, it felt a little off. But if he’s back, I’ll be happy to see his character. He was a jerk, but… a jerk I could possibly tolerate(?) I’m not sure how to explain it.😂

I can’t tell you how relieved I am to meet someone else who wasn’t totally like “Allison😍”. I agree, she was okay in season 1, but in season 2 her character really just started to irritate me (honestly, probably just how she was written more than anything), and it never really turned around from there. I think I felt sad about her death more because of how the others would deal with her loss, rather than the loss of her character herself 😅 But I just don’t think her return to this was NEEDED, know what I mean? Could’ve easily written this without.

You know what Argent I would have liked to see return? Kate. That may be a hot opinion, but since the whole show started with her and what she did, and there still was never any proper resolution received, I think it would’ve been cool to have the movie and conflict of the main characters end with her too.

Yesssss Deucalion and the twins. I dig it. Fingers crossed, maybe they just wanted to keep some surprises for the movie?😅🤞🏻 We need more grey characters to keep things interesting, and I’d say that fits those three to a tee. I agree, would’ve been really interesting to see the dynamic between them all. Maybe even a somewhat awkward conversation or two between Jackson and Aiden.😂

[buckysswinter]

all you had to do was stay

18+ minors dni

warnings: large age gap(implied; lee is late 30s reader is early 20s), angst, fluff, happy ending

not edited or beta’d- do not repost or translate!

any mistake i make is my own!

lee bodecker x f!reader

word count: 2,062

part two to right where you left me

here you are now, calling me up, but i don't know what to say; i've been picking up the pieces of the mess you made

lee looked at the ticket in his hand, inspecting it. it has been months since he picked up that ticket at the diner. the ink on it slowly fading the more he held it in his hands. he thought of what life could be with her. if he stayed, if he was selfish, he could be happy right now. he hears shuffling feet and he attempts to hide the one thing he has left of y/n.

-"you don't need to hide it lee," dot's voice sounds as she peeks through the door, lee sighs at her statement. he knew dot had been lurking, seeing him look at the faded ticket. he wanted to be happy with her, give her the life she deserves- but everytime he moves on a speck of y/n floods his brain. he can't help but compare them, how y/n's skin is softer, how her eyes sparkled more. lee couldn't bring himself to hurt dot too, he decided to leave y/n, to leave the restaurant with her looking like a dream with tears running down her face- tears he put there.

he left her, he shouldn't be feeling like this. he chose to leave- after weeks of mulling it over, lee decided to put an end to their relationship. albeit, he never gave y/n an explanation as to why or have her the real reason as to why. lee knew of y/n's ambitions, he knew she was more than this town, she could do better with her life than be here, than being with him. that was the final straw to his decision, on top of the silent whispers of her wasting her youth with an old fat guy like the sheriff. lee chose to leave her be, to live her life, to figure out who she wants to be, who she needed to be with. it was the most painful thing he ever had to do- but he did it in the name of love, for y/n.

dorothy's looming presence forces lee to speak up,

-"dotty, i think we need to talk" the strain in his voice surprised him and looking at her she knew.

-"i-" lee sighed continuing the need to end it, "i'm so sorry but i need to leave. i need to break this up. i am so sorry in promising you the life you needed and deserved." lee looked up at her, his eyes watering, he didn't mean to hurt this many people and as he looked up at dot, her understanding eyes looked at him.

-"lee bodecker, you are one of the nicest man in this planet, maybe the nicest man to exist in this rotten town- you taking a chance on me and my son is the best i could ever hope for. i hope you be happy with her, go after her lee- apologize and beg for her back." dot gave lee a bone crushing hug and wiped the tear running down his face. this hurt lee. the pain for leaving comfort to chase something that might blow up in his face. though for lee it was all worth it, he had to show y/n all the love he still had for her.

the bustling city still surprised her, in the two months she's moved to new york everyday she saw something that she deemed odd. yet the city air was fresh to her, different from meade. the tall skyscrapers stand with the sky instead of broken down brick buildings. the way the sun felt against her skin was different too.

it surprised y/n to see other women studying in the same college as her, everyone acting nonchalant about it. two years was all she needed to be a nurse. she’d always loved helping her dad when he got into brawls or even lee when he’d sneak into her house with a cut open lip. lee, she had missed him but it seems to be too late to vocalize it now, he’s moved on and he’s also the one to break it off. though she never got the explanation from him, she thought it was better that way.

the basking thought of him would come up late at night when she realized how alone she was in the city. how she was singled out from her friends that she had made. her mind always wandered back to lee when she thought of home. she would have sacrificed everything to be with home right now but as fate would have it lee did not want her back. the hurt from the breakup keeps her going, lee would have cheered her on if they were still together, though she might not be where she is now if they were still together. she was unsure if lee would leave the power he had back in knockemstiff. maybe if they were still together she would be content in life, in a house somewhere in brewer heights. all the maybes got to her head and tears streamed down her face.

if only lee had explained why he wanted to break up- maybe if she had a reason and maybe if he hadn't moved on she would have stayed.

y/n wiped the tears off her face and focused on her task, needing to finish her assignment which had taken her all night to do. she had to wake up early tomorrow to apply for job, her savings running low.

lee struggled when he arrived to new york, the fast paced walking and talking made him miss knockemstiff where nothing ever happened. the search for y/n was going to be tough and he knew it, a big city like new york and he hadn't got the faintest idea where she was staying or where she went to school. but lee was determined to search every corner of the city if it meant getting her back, or trying to at least. lee hadn't slept since he got to new york, sitting in the first diner he found at the corner booth on his third cup of coffee. the bell rung and something in him willed him to look up and as he did he saw her. the one he was looking for, she looked healthy, her eyes weren't as sunken in as the last time he saw her; she also looked grown, she had more confidence in her. she wasn't the innocent doe-eyed girl lee had met.

lee had taken the menu the waitress had left and hid his face, he was suddenly nervous for her to see him. would she think he was crazy? even perhaps shoo him away without him having a chance to give her an explanation? hearing her sweet voice for the first time in a while brought him back to the first time he ever heard it,

a sweet giggle lured lee back to consciousness, he had gone to church to campaign. married women were swarming him, fawning over him; yet he grew tired of this as soon as he heard her, his head turned to her and a white-like halo surrounded her figure. the dress she wore fitting her whole personality. lee had become addicted to someone he didn't know.

-"excuse me, i saw the ad on the newspaper and i was wonderin' if the waitress position is still open," she still had her accent, it was a slight drawl but it was still there.

if fates would have it, this was lee's chance to talk to her yet he seemed to be choked up on the what ifs.

y/n enters the diner and asks the first lady she sees about the ad on the newspaper and as she was looking around she sees a familiar figure hiding behind a menu. a simple menu couldn't hide his broad shoulders, or his familiar hands. the same hands that was all over her body not long ago. those hands that she loved so much, the same hands that she thought wouldn't let her go and yet it did.

y/n felt ridiculous, maybe it was a man that wasn't lee. the ghost of him was everywhere, lingering and following her around. just as she thought she moved on, he still haunts her.

yet, as they lowered the menu those familiar cerulean blue eyes stared at her. as she made eye contact with him, y/n's heart stopped beating.

why would lee be here? is he real?

as if someone was puppeteering her, y/n made her way to his table,

-"what are you doing here?" her words laced with venom and hatred, though she didn't mean for it to come out that way.

lee stuttered, he took a deep breathe before answering her,

-"i followed you here," y/n didn't even let him finish his sentence.

-"well that's obvious, get to the part why you're here." she was more snappy than he was used to.

-"i saw your train ticket fall at the diner the last time we saw each other and i realized i was wrong. i was wrong for breaking it off and i was wrong-" then again she scoffed at this interrupting him.

-"lee bodecker, i had given you more than enough time to get me back but you turn to another woman. and what's worse is that you never gave me a reason why. do you know how many nights i stayed awake staring at myself trying to look for imperfections, trying to ask myself why you left me? because maybe if i learned why then i could change it and get you back." y/n's tears were running down her face, sitting opposing to lee, she saw how his face changed.

-"do you wanna know why i broke up with you? it was because of my own insecurity, because i know you could be better without me. because you can achieve so much without me holding you down. because you wanted to go to a big city and i wanted to stay in that small town, and y/n you deserve more than me and if i had told you all of that you would have assured me that it's not the case and we would be what? together but you would be unhappy because you have so much more to offer than be in that fucking shithole." y/n never knew the gravity of lee's insecurity, they have gone over it a couple of times. first when she heard a couple of guys, younger deputies sneering and poking fun of how lee looked. you had told him to ignore it because you loved him for who he is, part of what attracted you to him was because how soft he was, how he felt when he was on top of you.

-"all you had to do was stay lee, it would've been enough for me. even if i didn't get to chase my dreams, even if it meant me being stuck in a house. that would all mean staying with you lee." her voice was meek, her heart pouring out to lee. if she had known lee felt that way then against all odds she would have figured something out.

-"i know honey, but i couldn;t. i was holding you back and i'm here now. i realized that leaving you, not being with you; it's slowly destroying me. i tried distracting myself with work, playing house with dot but nothing worked. it's always been you and only you. so here i am, as a man asking for you back. i would get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness if that's what it meant." lee got up preparing to get on his knees and y/n opened her mouth to talk before he could.

-"would you leave knockemstiff for me? would you leave all that power you've collected, that cushy house in brewer height, all for me?" it was a question that has been gnawing her brain. if the answer was yes, no hesitation she was willing to give lee a chance.

and without hesitation, with pure love in his eyes,

-"anything for you sugar. i would fight anyone come hell or high water to keep you y/n."

y/n dragged lee to her apartment, their lips clashing filled with desire for what felt like eternity yet it wasn't enough. the electric feeling between them, buzzing and keeping both of them alive. their breathes synced, bodies intertwined.

a/n: this has been postponed so many times just because i couldn't find a way to end it hehe

tags: @extremelyblackandwhite @tharros-auris-black-asimi @blackwood-bodecker-housewife @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer @elbell20-blog @smartycherry @weirdowithnobeardo @queenofshinigamis @greeneyedblondie44 @harrysthiccthighss

[seokjinsdisciple]

forbidden fruit - part one

mark x reader (literally all smut and completely self-indulgent)

mark is the epitome of innocence. pastor’s son and good christian boy. can he be tempted by the forbidden fruit?

UNEDITED

if you see this and you know me. inreal life, no you didn’t 

word count: 3.8k (blame red wine me)

warnings: language, fingering, choking kinda? (mark chokes himself), mutual masturbation, mommy kink, handjob, sub mark, blowjob, mentions of virginity and religion, uh wet dreams, sex toys, probably more lmk what i missed

You had met Mark 3 years ago in your church’s youth group. You never really liked church if you were honest, finding the whole thing rather stupid. However, Mark made coming to church very worth it. He was your age, the pastor’s son and probably the most handsome boy in your small town. 

You spent your high school years pining after the boy. Your hormones were out of control and associating all horniness with his face. A real problem when you had to spend hours with him at church. 

You ran into him one day on your campus your freshman year, his face lighting up as the two of you made small talk. You talked pretty regularly after that, becoming closer than you had been before, and when the two of you moved in together you thought all of your wet dreams were about to come true. 

At least until Mark drunkenly confessed to you one night that he was “like totally a virgin, dude.” 

The two of you were giggling messes, too many bottles of empty soju surrounding where you sat on the floor. Mark’s cheeks were deep red seconds after the words came out of his mouth. 

“Yo, I can’t believe I just said that, omg,” he said, hands covering his face as his ears reddened. 

“It’s ok, Mark,” you giggled, pulling his hands off of his face, “I kinda figured you were.”

You hadn’t, but you didn’t want him to feel embarrassed, and you certainly didn’t want him to stop talking about it. 

“Really?” he asked, a hopeful look on his face, “are you too?”

“No,” you giggled, hands covering your own face now, Mark’s whine ringing out in your mostly empty living room. 

“This-uh,” Mark whispered, “Sorry if this is uh- a weird question and you totally don't have to answer if you don't want to dude, but what did it feel like?”

So you told him, you answered every question he had that night. And when the two of you drunkenly parted ways, it was with a stickiness between your legs and an obvious tent in his pants. And that was the start of your current relationship with Mark.

It had been awkward at first, after that night. But he had started asking you more and more questions. They started off innocently enough, like what kissing felt like. Yeah, he was that innocent. But the questions started getting more and more sexual, and it was getting harder and harder to control yourself around him. 

You found yourself starting off simply at first. Changing what you wore around the house. It began by you wearing shorter and shorter pj bottoms. And then by wearing tops that gradually increased in sheerness, until you started just wearing oversized t-shirts. Losing pieces of underwear as you went.

Yeah, you were trying to seduce him. But who could blame you? Mark was the center of your wet dreams, and he had been so since the start of 8th grade. So who were you to deny his request?

It had been a regular Tuesday, classes attended and dinner shared when a blushing Mark had turned to you on the couch. 

“Something has been happening to me,” he confessed, his bright pink cheeks enough to make you soften. 

“Are you ok?” you had asked, completely convinced that he had never approached any topic like this before with you. 

“It’s just-,” he started, glancing nervously to the clasped hands in his lap, “I’ve been thinking about all the answers you’ve given me about...sex and all that. And well everytime that happens, I get this...heat in my abdomen. And no matter what I can’t make it go away.”

“Mark-,” you breathed out, glancing swiftly down to where, sure enough, there was a tent in his pants, “Are you talking about being horny?”

“I don’t- I don’t know what you mean,” he whispered, flushing an (impossibly) deeper shade of pink. 

“Oh sweetheart,” you whispered, “Are you feeling the heat in your abdomen now?”

You smiled gently as he nodded shyly back at you. Encouraging him with your facial expression as you hummed in acknowledgement.

“This is called being horny, Mark.” you spoke, much more calmly and clearly than you thought possible because of the heat tickling your own lower half. “What do you normally do when you feel this way?”

“I-I don’t normally do anything,” Mark admitted, eyes flicking up to yours for just a moment before settling back to his own clasped hands, “I just try to distract myself until it goes away.”

“Oh you poor thing,” you whispered, drawing your hand up to Mark’s face and caressing it gently, “Have you ever made yourself cum, Mark?”

Mark looked up at you again, confusion on his brow as he shook his head, “I don’t know-know what you mean.”

“You’re such a sweet angel,” you said, “Would you like me to show you how you can make it go away?”

Mark’s eyes connected with yours, and finally, they stayed there. He looked deep in thought, but before you could rush to apologize and hurry back to your room, he spoke.

“You can make it go away?” he asked hesitantly, and god did you want to ruin him on the spot. Wrap your lips around him and make him curse the lord he so deeply believed in. But you held back. The last thing you wanted to do was scare him away. 

“I can show you,” you spoke slowly, “if you want me to.”

“I think I might like that,” he whispered, the bob of his adams apple making you grow damp between your thighs. There was just something about Mark that made you insatiably hungry. And not for a meal. 

You scooted closer to him on the couch, ignoring the thumping of your heart and the wetness between your legs as you spoke, “I’m gonna tell you what you need to do. And you’re gonna listen, aren't you, baby?”

Mark’s eyes widened as he gulped, but he still nodded his head. You felt a little bad for how nervous he seemed, considering how excited you were. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You asked, analyzing his face closely. When he nodded you just tutted at him, “I need words, Mark.”

“Yeah,” he spoke, “I really want to do this.”

“Okay,” you smiled gently at him, “I want you to start by letting your hands explore. Touch everywhere, slowly, and find what feels best for you, Mark.”

You watched intently as he slowly brought his hand up to his neck, letting his fingers hesitantly dance across his skin. His eyes shot to yours when he shuddered, unable to stop himself. 

“Is-is that good?” he asked, whining as he dropped his hand to his chest. 

“You’re doing so good, Mark,” you encouraged, hesitantly placing your hand on his thigh, “Is it ok if I touch you like this?”

Mark nodded so quickly you almost laughed, the blush dusting his cheeks almost as cute as the way he squirmed under your grasp. His breathing increased as you crept your fingers slowly up his thigh. You let your hand rest on his hip, splaying your fingers so close to his dick but so far away.

“You’re- you’re making it worse,” he stuttered out, letting out a shocked moan as his fingers brushed over his nipple.

“No, baby,” you smirked at him, “I’m making it better.”

Mark’s cock jumped in his sweats, his blush deepening as he let out another quiet moan, “I- I like it when you call me that.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, “I’m glad you like being called baby, it suits you.”

His breath hitched as you dipped a finger beneath the band of his sweats, letting it rest there. You smiled when his hands met yours, grabbing his pants and tugging them off. You almost moaned as his glistening red cock slapped his stomach. He hadn’t been wearing underwear. 

“What do I do now?” he whispered, eyes blown out with lust and hair perfectly tousled. 

You let your finger trail up to where a bead of precum rested on the head of his dick. You watched as his face scrunched in pleasure, breath knocked out of him as you swirled the wetness around the tip. 

“Make sure your hand is wet enough,” you said, spitting into your hand, smirking as Mark’s eyes shot open at the noise, flickering down to where your hand was hovering over his cock. 

You watched as he swallowed, his own fingers curling into the couch as he said, “Will you please touch me now?”

“How could I say no when my baby asks so nicely,” you said, eyes never leaving his face as you finally wrapped a hand around his length. 

Mark was a sight to behold. Sweat glistened on his forehead as you wrapped your hand tightly around his cock. The guttural moan he let out was enough to have you cumming in your pants, but you held strong. Well as strong as you could as he clung onto your form. You dragged your hand slowly up his length, thumb flicking over the head of his cock as he groaned into your shoulder. 

You felt on top of the world, Mark’s pleasure the direct response to every flick of your wrist. You barely recognized him. Whining, needy mess as he mewled into your shoulder. 

“Mo-mommy,” he whimpered, hands quickly finding your core, “Can I touch you too?”

Who were you to deny your polite boy, quickly and ungracefully shoving your panties to the side to give Mark an easier access to your heat. You’d be lying if you said the term mommy had no effect on you. In fact, you were dripping at this point, just one look at Mark enough to make your pussy throb in need. Not that you would tell him that. 

“Baby,” you said quietly, guiding Mark’s over-enthusiastic hand to your clit, “right here, keep rubbing in circles.”

“Yes, mommy,” he whimpered, shoving his reddened face into your shoulder as your wrist moved quicker up and down his length. 

“Good boy,” you groaned, squirming where you sat on the couch as Mark slipped a finger into your dripping cunt. 

You were getting each other off at an inhuman pace, the two of you squirming and wiggling where you sat. The pleasure of it all too much to take. This was Mark’s first time feeling any contact on his cock, and you’d be lying if you said you never dreamed of Mark’s fingers pumping into you at the pace they were now. 

This was the definition of a wet dream, for both of you. And as you came with his fingers reaching a place in you no one else had reached before, you were determined to make Mark cum. 

You flicked your thumb around the head of his cock, watching with half lidded eyes as he shuddered. He was putty in your hands, and there was no way in hell that he would ever be able to touch himself the way you were touching him now. And you didn’t care. The only thing you cared about in this moment was throwing him off the edge with you. Corrupting that sweet little church boy the only way you knew how. 

It was with a satisfying grin and an earth-shattering moan from Mark as you watched cum spurt from him. Eyes scrunched in pleasure as his entire body shook with a feeling he had never experienced before. An orgasm. 

You watched in wonder as he clung onto you. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he threw his head back on the couch. You watched as his cock twitched as rope after rope of cum sprung from him, years of pent up pleasure finally releasing at your hands. You had never felt more powerful in that moment. 

You parted that night with a sweet kiss to his lips after cleaning him up. Boneless Mark even more pliable than before, and as much as you hated yourself for it, you couldn’t stop thinking about what you could do to a sleepy Mark. That night there was no awkwardness between you. 

That, of course, changed as time passed, both of you ignoring the mutual pleasure you had achieved by the other's hand. You ignored any feelings you had, whether it be attraction or lust. Mark deliberately avoided you, and as much as you hated to admit it, but you avoided him too. 

You were convinced the two of you would never recover from this, from your experimentation with each other's bodies. At least until he burst into your room one Sunday afternoon, notably after his father’s church service, with a question and burning cheeks. 

“Have you ever given a blowjob?” he asked, the door to your bedroom swinging into the wall with a loud bang that neither of you could hear. 

“Mark?” you asked, putting your laptop to the side as you looked quizzically up at him.

“I watched one..porn video about it last week and I haven't been able to focus since.”

“You watch porn now?” you asked, raising a critical eyebrow as you looked him up and down.

“I-, no” Mark stuttered, face flushing an impossibly deeper shade of red, “yes, what about it?”

“You sound sure of yourself,” you teased, “come sit.”

“Never mind-”Mark rushed out, turning away from you and hurrying towards your open door. 

“Sit, Mark. Now please,” you spoke, dominance in your tone as you watched his body language change. 

You smiled softly to yourself as he shuffled to your bed, sitting on the edge and avoiding your gaze. 

“Did you have a question for me, baby?”

You almost laughed as he sighed, body immediately relaxing at the nickname he had told you he loved so much. 

“I was just wondering,” he said, glancing up at you and losing his confidence, “haveyouevergivenablowjob?”

“What was that? I couldn’t quite catch that, Mark,” you said, knowing glance as you watched his lips form into a perfect pout.

“Are you really gonna make me ask again,” he whispered, looking down from where his eyes previously met yours. 

“Yes, baby, I am.”

You grasped his hand as he whined, squeezing his palm slightly as he pouted up at you. 

“Have you ever given a blowjob?” he whispered, eyes glancing to every corner of the room to avoid your gaze. 

“I have.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as his eyes met yours curiously. Fingers playing with your comforter as you watched the wheels turning in his brain. You were begging him to ask, practically groveling for him to say the words that would fuel the corruption kink you had solely for Mark. 

“Can you…” Mark started, scotting subconsciously closer to you, “can you give me one?”

“Well that depends on you, Mark. Do you think you deserve my mouth?”

You watched with bated breath as he nodded, a tent already fully formed in his pants as the conversation went on.

“What makes you think you deserve it, huh? You’ve been ignoring me for weeks, Mark. After Mommy made you feel so good. You ignored me, and now I find out you’ve been watching porn. Being such a naughty boy. Doesn’t really seem right to give you my mouth.”

You had him now, hook line and sinker. He was trapped, listening to every one of your words, waiting with bated breath as you made up your mind. 

“I- I’ve never felt it before, Mommy. I promise I’ll be better next time. I’ll do better next time. Just please suck me off,” he begged, filthy words dripping from his mouth in desperation. 

“I’m ruining you, Mark,” you whispered, “Absolutely destroying your sweet innocence. What about your God, Mark? Would he want you to beg for my mouth like you just did?”

“I-,” he started, quieting as you pushed a finger towards his lips. 

“It’s ok, baby. I’ll make you worship that God of yours in a way you didn’t even know was possible. 

You steadied his shaking body as you switched him places on your bed. Sitting in front of him in your disgustingly dirty pj top and messy bun as he laid in front of you. You tugged his pants down, licking your lips in want as his cock slapped his stomach. 

You wanted this just as much as he did, evident by your drool and dirty thoughts. You hadn’t noticed his sizable length before, too focused on all of the other unbelievable things that had happened before wrapping your hand around his cock. You took it all in now, the glory of Mark’s cock, pulsing red and so incredibly hard in need. If he hadn’t whimpered you would’ve stared at this beautiful sight for hours. But he was needy and so were you. So you wrapped your mouth around him. And dear God was Mark a sight to behold.

He had stars in his eyes as your tongue ran up the length of his cock. He could barely contain himself as his hips bucked up into your mouth. Politeness leaving his body as he followed his craving for pleasure. 

Within seconds his hands were in your hair. Tugging as you worked your mouth over his sensitive length. He was barely holding it together, and the second you reached the bottom of his cock, he cursed. 

His hips were itching to move, you could feel the way they bucked ever so slightly as you took him. Your hands grasped his thigh tightly as he unintentionally pushed your head down. You were taking as much as he gave you, and as he whined in pleasure you couldn’t help  A second later he wasn’t touching you anymore, eyes wide when you glanced up at him. 

“So-sorry,” he whispered, for what you weren’t sure. 

“What’s wrong, Mark?” you asked gently. 

“I should go,” he said, face paling as he scooted further away from you on the bed, “This isn’t right.”

You stood up quickly, sitting beside him and cupping his face in your hands, “Mark you can go if you want to, I won’t stop you. But do you really think something that felt so good could be bad?”

“I-I don’t know,” he whispered, shying away from your touch, “I’m going to the library.”

He stood up quickly, half tripping as he tried to pull his pants back up, fumbling with himself and the door as he tried to leave. 

“Mark,” you called out to him, waiting until he turned to meet your gaze before continuing, “It’s ok that you aren’t ready yet. But I’m always here if you have more questions.”

He nodded at you, “Thank you, for understanding,” blush returning to his cheeks as he spoke, “I feel comfortable around you, Yn.”

He closed the door after he left, and while your Sunday afternoon was spent attached to a vibrator, you were glad Mark had felt comfortable enough with you to tell you that he wasn’t comfortable. 

Maybe you had pushed him too far, and as much as it killed you, you were glad he was taking his time. If your baby wasn’t ready to go any further than handjobs, then that was that. He was too innocent to be corrupted, which is what made corrupting him all the better. 

Yes, Mark had been full of curiosity and questions. But you were the one who wasn’t ready for the question he asked next.

[lichdragon-fortissax]

ngl,,,the fact that Godfrey lead the Crucible Knights and that Marika bore a pair of Omen children makes me wonder if the reason why Godfrey had his grace taken from him and was exiled after he was done conquering had some connection to the Crucible. It could be that the Greater Will believed him having some ties to it-no matter how vague- to be the reason why Marika gave birth to Omens, and to see him as a mark of impurity upon its Golden Order. I'm not sure just how involved Godfrey actually was with the teachings of the Crucible Knights, but the fact that their miracles are all about drawing elements from the Crucible's primordial magic makes me think that he was at least somewhat involved with it, and that could have lead the Erdtree to 'bless' his sons in turn (as the Erdtree and the Greater Will are seperate entities, with the Erdtree being of Life and the Greater Will being of Order- the Greater Will just used the Erdtree and the halting of Destined Death to trim life into a more orderly form via careful rebirths, which eventually lead to the concepts being intertwined). Godfrey being involved with the Crucible aspect of the Erdtree's magic might also be why he continued to visit at least one of his sons within the Shunning-Grounds, as Morgott's speech, fighting style, compliments, and magical abilities seem to be learned from Godfrey. Mohg was probably abandoned and/or treated poorer because he lacks these qualities and was apparently always somewhat of a rebellious shithead, but still. We canonically know that he somewhat-raised Morgott before being exiled.

The birth of the Omen Twins was also likely the catalyst for Marika beginning to doubt the Golden Order, and to realize that she was trapped with it. I don't remember her dialogue exactly, but the words that Melina conveys at the church just outside of Leyndell feels like it was a really important turning point for Marika, where she begins to realize that the Golden Order should not be followed blindly, and that the Tarnished must make something of themselves so that there is a possibility of creating a warrior capable of slaying a god. She's a cold, distant queen, and an even more terrible mother, but it's clear that she wasn't heartless. Birthing a pair of twins with the aspect of the Crucible (she, the vessel of a god, keeper of the Elden Ring!), then losing both her sons and her husband to the Greater Will's selfish demands would have easily broken whatever rose-tinted shades she was stubbornly clinging to after she conquered the Lands Between, and the grief that she felt at losing them being torn wide open after Godwyn's death would have def. been a strong enough catalyst for her to shatter the Elden Ring.

(Also, something that kills me everytime I think about it: it's likely that Godfrey was the person who instilled such a deep love of the Erdtree into Morgott, and taught him to fight before he was exiled. The Godfrey that we fight before Morgott is clearly one of his illusions, but it's not nearly as fast, fierce, or as detailed as the others, indicating that Morgott was working off of a childhood memory when making it, and that said memories might be based on his father teaching him to fight. It's also a terribly vulnerable look into Morgott's relationship with his father, for him to call upon his memories of the only parent he knew to strike down the Tarnished he was unable to kill just before he himself prepared to fight to the death to protect his father's legacy)

((Also also: the reason why Morgott is so hellbent on protecting the very system that made his life hell is probably because the stories and teachings and magic that Godfrey showed him was the only thing that his father ever gave him))

[littlemissnoname13]

Blaise’s Cup of Tea (D.M)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: some mentions of alcohol, very mild sexual themes, nothing too explicit, Draco being a fûxkboy ,Draco being a huge simp

Summary: where Draco is secretly in love with his best friend’s fiancée

Word count: 2122

A/n: had this idea in the shower and I couldn’t help myself. The blog has been a mess recently and for that I apologise.

For Draco Malfoy, a typical night usually consisted of three things. 

First, a glass of his favourite spirit; preferably scotch in his hand.

Second, a cigar tucked in between his fingers

And third, a random girl in his bed chambers. It didn't matter if his company for the night shared the same interests as him, it didn't matter if she liked him for who he was or if she liked him solely for being the heir to the massive Malfoy fortune. 

Come morning, he would never have to see her again anyway. 

His Father, Lucius always chastised him for bringing a different girl as a plus one to social events. Even Narcissa wasn't all too pleased about her son engaging in all these hedonistic activities and bedding random girls. 

The friends he’d grown up with were all well on their way to settling down and having children while he was still not even close to having a serious relationship. 

“Why can’t you be more like Zabini?” Lucius would say, everytime the Malfoys sat down for a family dinner. Narcissa would agree to this while expressing her desire for grandchildren and Draco would have to refrain from choking on his dinner. 

Blaise Zabini, was happily engaged to longtime girlfriend Daphne Greengrass and they were busy planning their Summer wedding. 

Every time Draco would meet Blaise for a drink, all he’d talk about was Daphne, the wedding, floral arrangements, invites and party favours. Just last week, Blaise even confessed to having already thought out names for his future children. 

Taking a final sip of his scotch, Draco placed his glass on his desk and returned to his bed, where a random brunette girl was peacefully asleep. 

He took a few moments to recall her given name in his mind but this attempt remained futile. He couldn’t even remember how he felt while they were doing the deed a few hours prior. 

His father was right, he was slowly turning into, for a lack of a better term, “Pig person.”

As he quietly slipped into his bed next to the brunette, he started to think about all the one night stands he’d had in the last few months. 

One night stands are appropriately called one night stands for a reason. He knew that. 

But it wasn't his fault he couldn’t get that one particular night from four months ago with that one particular girl out of his system. 

It had all started out so innocently. 

A chance encounter at a bar, alcohol fueled conversation, his hands on her hips on the dance floor and his lips on her lips by the end of the night. 

He’d never before met anybody so charming yet painfully frustrating in his life. 

Y/n. Y/l/n. 

Distinctive features, expressive eyes and lips that quirked upward with a wicked smile.She had one of those faces that had the capability of engraving itself into one’s subconscious and the way her brows furrowed in annoyance indicated that she might have been aware and unnerved by it. 

In the few hours he’d spent with her, she’d stimulated his brain with her wits and intellect. She’d made him care about uninteresting things like the witch burnings in the 14th Century. She’d challenged his predetermined notions and world view.

Everything about her was vivacious.

Her effervescence reminded him of a freshly opened bottle of sparkling Rosé on a hot summers day. Crisp yet sweet if you took in a moment for the flavours to sink in. 

And Merlin was this girl could kiss!

The way she gently nipped on his lower lip and teasingly traced her tongue left him with something more to be desired. 

Nothing happened with Y/n that night. Nothing except feverish kisses and whispers of “I want you.”

They’d spent the whole night talking. He’d never spent the night with a girl and not done anything before. 

And she’d left before he could even manage to open his eyes the next morning. 

She’d disappeared without a sign or trace.

Nothing but her fruity fresh scent on his pillows remained to remind him that she was in fact real and not some hallucination. 

Draco went the the very same bar again the next day with his hopes held high. He wanted to see her again. He needed to see her again. 

But to his utter dismay, y/n never showed up. 

Soon, it became a habit of his to go to the bar and wait for her.

He’d gotten so desperate at one point that he even interrogated the bar keep about the girl that had seemingly managed to capture his attention in the span of a night. 

But no matter how hard he tried, Draco never got any answers. 

She became nothing but a distant ghost of a rather blissfully perfect night. 

Just when he was about to toss away the memories of y/n and her pretty lips inside a locked and chained box in his head, he heard his house elf appear with a pop into his bed chambers. 

“Master Malfoy, this letter just came for you.” The elf said quietly as he stretched out his arm to hand Draco a sealed envelope. 

Draco would have told his elf off for appearing in his chambers in the middle of the night but decided against it when he saw the scrawl of Blaise’s messy handwriting on the envelope. 

It was two in the morning and a rather odd time for Blaise to be sending him a letter. 

Assuming that it must be something urgent, Draco quickly ripped open the seal and unfolded the letter. 

Draco, 

I write this with a heavy heart and I write this with nothing for company except a bottle of bourbon. 

Daphne left me this morning. 

The wedding is off and it is all my fault. 

To be honest, It did feel like things were going too fast and we were jumping to life altering decisions without taking the time to think and contemplate. 

After thinking all day, I have decided to get married after all. 

Your mother has been rather kind and offered to set me up with a girl that is supposedly “perfect for me.” Although I definitely trust her judgement, It would be great if you could “assist” Narcissa in her search. You are my best friend after all. 

B.Z.

By the time Draco was done reading Blaise’s letter, the girl sleeping next to him had started to toss and turn in her sleep. 

~~~

When his mum flooed into his residence the next morning, Draco’s company for the night, who was named Sylvia by the way, was just on her way out. 

Sylvia was rather laid back and was looking for nothing other than a rebound. Draco had offered her tea but she’d politely declined stating that she had brunch planned with her friends anyway. 

“And who is this charming young lady, Draco?” Narcissa asked. 

“She’s Sylvia and Sylvia was just on her way out.” Draco said in a clipped voice before literally shoving an annoyed looking Sylvia into the fireplace. 

“It was nice meeting you Mrs. Malfoy.” Sylvia said in a calm and polite voice, with floo powder in her hands. “See you around Draco.” 

“And I thought, you were finally serious for once.” Narcissa sighed before sinking down into one of the many chairs Draco had in his living room. 

Draco wanted to say something sarcastic in response but he bit his tongue and held it all back. There were more pressing matters at hand that required his attention. Like helping his mum find an appropriate match for Blaise who has so casually placed such a huge responsibility on his shoulders. 

The responsibility required him to go on multiple, rather tiresome “dates” set up by his mother. 

The first girl he met mistook him for Blaise. 

The second girl he met confessed that she was being coaxed into the meeting by her overbearing parents and had a secret Muggle boyfriend that she loved with her whole heart. 

The third girl he met was one of Blaise’s ex girlfriends.

The fourth girl turned out to be one of Draco’s own one night stands that had ended on a sour note.

It was safe to say that Draco returned to his mother that night with his shirt stained burgundy from the wine she’d poured over his head. He deserved it though.

Narcissa even agreed that he’d deserved it because she broke into a chuckle when her son walked into the Malfoy Manor with drops of wine falling from his blond hair. 

“Well this is a disaster.” Draco muttered to his mother who gave him an accomplished looking smile in return.

“This was a Disaster.” She quipped, before leaning towards the coffee table to pour herself some more tea. “Luckily, I’ve already found someone I deem to be a suitable partner for Blaise.”

“You have?” 

“I have. I too have been pulling some reins and meeting people personally for Blaise. He is like a son to me after all.” 

“Looks like I got splashed with a vintage red for no apparent reason then.” Draco muttered before using his wand to summon a clean cotton shirt. 

Narcissa simply shook her head at her son and stood up from her chair. “I’ve actually invited her for tea today so that you’d be able to meet her as well. Why don’t you fix your hair and put on a clean shirt before she gets here hm?”

Draco knew there was no point in arguing with his mother. 

When Narcissa Malfoy wanted things done, she’d sure as hell go ahead and get them done. A true Slytherin she was. 

He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and used a cleaning charm on his hair. He would have preferred to shower but he didn’t really have the time to dilly-dally around.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He heard a voice say, just as he was about to put on his clean shirt. 

It was a familiar voice and it raised prickling goosebumps all over his exposed flesh.

The goosebumps were a natural reaction to hearing a voice he’d replayed over and over in his head every single night for the last four months. 

In front of him stood Y/n Y/l/n in the flesh. Very much real and not a ghost of his imagination, clad in a blush coloured midi dress with a sweetheart neckline. 

He opened his mouth to answer but his mother beat him to it. 

“Welcome to our home. Sit down, have some tea with us.” Narcissa said in her best hostess voice and all Draco could do was force his hanging jaw shut. 

~~~~~~

The next few hours felt like the longest yet shortest few hours of his life. 

He was still processing the fact that he had in fact seen the girl, the ghost, the memory right in front of his eyes, wearing a dress that made her look like a scene in a vintage film. 

His palms were sweaty, his head was reeling, his throat was as dry as the Sahara and he could barely pay any attention to a word his mother was saying. 

“Draco?” Narcissa cleared her throat when he failed to respond. “Draco dear, are you listening?”

“Yes mother.” He replied curtly before taking a sip of his tea in a desperate attempt to soothe his throat. 

After what seemed like another torturous hour of tea and polite conversation, you thanked Narcissa for having you and leaned in to place a chaste kiss on his cheek before taking the floo network. 

“The Y/l/n family has been a friend to our family for years.” Narcissa commented. “I think Blaise would be rather fond of y/n. What do you think, Draco?”

He wanted to tell his mother about the time he spent with you four months ago.

He wanted to tell her that he was ready for a serious relationship if it was with you. 

He never really cared for the colour pink but it suddenly felt like a rather nice colour. 

You were witty, clever, sincere and extremely gorgeous. Of course Blaise would like you. He’d be a fool not to. 

After taking a few more seconds to carefully contemplate the situation at hand, Draco finally opened his mouth. 

“Yes, I think Blaise would like Y/n.”

Narcissa looked at him with a satisfied smile and the weight of a fully grown giant landed on Draco’s shoulder. 

Maybe you weren't Blaise’s cup of tea.

Maybe he’ll get back together with Daphne. Yeah, that would be perfect. 

But what if he didn’t?

Could Draco live his whole life knowing that he was absolutely smitten with his Best Friend’s soon to be Fiancée?

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