#obviously i imagine he tells everyone right away but maybe she was busy

[pherredraws]

i think its so funny that no one knows that fionna and cake are real except simon. imagine if he forgets to tell marcy and just gives her a heart attack one day

[madschiavelique]

Hi dear, how are you?, could you write an imagine onde reader mentioning offhand how much she would love a whole family. Four, maybe six children? Girls and boys split right down the middle, but the second Miguel hears this (maybe the reader is on the phone, or talking to lyla. or someone at HQ) and Miguel loses his mind

1) Miguel can't help himself and he would grab you and put you on the mattress for a very long time...... or

2) torture himself for two weeks before telling her why he was avoiding her please.

HIHIHI BREEDING BARK BARK (sorry this took so long to write anon zehfrfgh i pulled an all nighter to make this one so also forgive me if there are some mistakes in this gksffgjgbf)

summary : miguel learns you want kids, a lot of kids, so he breeds you

content warnings : SMUT (18+) minors dni, pnv sex - unprotected (be safe kids), breeding kink, soft!dom miguel, obsessive!miguel, no use of Y/N, fem!reader word count : 3,2k

tag list : @fandom-ash @haradasaya

Miguel was on his way to see you. He'd heard that you were back from your mission and that everything had gone well, so he'd come to get you to take you out for lunch.

He was taking advantage of the little free time he had to visit you, even though he would obviously pass this visit off as work-related in everyone's eyes. He had to always, always remain professional and keep everything under control so that everybody could do their bit.

"Six?!" asked Jess, the word choking in her throat.

Well, you were indeed back with Jess.

"Mhm, six," you affirmed as you both busied yourselves filing a report.

What were they talking about? He leaned against a wall. He knew it wasn't very polite to eavesdrop, but the word got around here. Most of society's building had cameras, and everything that was often said or done was recorded here.

He just wanted to listen to you, wondering if there were any topics of conversation that you weren't having with him and with the other spiders. Yes, he was manic, and probably a little too obsessive.

In any case, he wondered what you could have said to Jessica to make her exclaim like that.

"The more the merrier," you laughed softly.

"I hate this sentence so much," sighed Jess.

"Why so?" your voice was sincerely interrogative.

"In this context, it's really not my preferred idiom one might say," she replied as Miguel heard her tapping on a pad to enter more information.

What on earth could they be talking about? he wondered. What subject could suggest that six was far too high a number for Jess's judgement? He knew that Jess was an oragnised woman like himself, with a lot of tact and a fair amount of authority.

Was it perhaps a consecutive number of days doing an activity? Six days of marathon running might have been a bit much, but six days' holiday was never too much. He breathed in very softly, it had been years since he'd had time for such a thing. Did you want to take him on a holiday? If so, the number of days was inordinate. He would never be able to get away from his work for more than three days.

Maybe it was something else then. What was too much in Jess's mind with six?

Six empanadas perhaps? Miguel would obviously disagree. You can never have enough empanada for his taste. But Jess would probably disapprove.

Six... Six pets? It's true that having six pets might be a bit of an exaggeration, at least in Miguel's eyes of course.

Perhaps six books? No, that didn't make sense. Although Jess wasn't a huge reader, she did have a book in her hands from time to time.

So what was it? He was intrigued, that's for sure.

"You know, in my opinion, one kid is already way too much to handle," she sighed, "but six ? Nah, that's some good way of ending your life while still being alive."

But Miguel had barely heard the rest of the sentence, his mind having been caught by a single word: kid. He immediately froze, his heart skipping a beat.

Kid, like... children ? Like, actual human beings ? Small human beings ?

His eyes were wide, his mouth parted. No, he must not have heard correctly, although he dreamed that it was indeed that word that had been uttered.

"Why not? Surrounding ourselves with life is good," you said softly. "I'd love to see six little heads running around. I want three of each, three girls and three boys."

He wasn't mistaken: the discussion was really about the number of children you wanted. Six, he thought, six, six, the word echoing in his mind. He put both his hands on his hips, as if to hold on to something.

He pictured you, your rounded belly, stroking the hair of a child, your child, his child... both your children.

He swallowed, however, as another, immensely more tantalising vision took hold of his mind.

The vision of your cunt, glistening with your desire as from between its lips dripped little by little his own cum, his own seed leaking from you, your belly full of him...

It made his dick twitch for a hot second, and he couldn't remove that image, he didn't want to get rid of that image. The idea that your belly could be full of him, that he could breed you until he had no strength left was magnificent.

"What an egalitarian spirit," Jess noted wryly, "Well, it's all in order."

His thoughts were riveted on the image. He could almost hear in his own mind the sweet melody your moans would make as he came inside you again.

No, it was now impossible for him to think about anything else, he told himself that maybe he shouldn't be thinking about this. Except it's a well-known fact that if you tell someone not to think about something, they'll think about it.

He knew what breeding was, obviously, but what about you? Did you even have a clue what it was?

He tried to pull himself together, he had to either leave here or come towards you and pretend to come naturally. Would he be able to hold it together and act as if nothing had happened? Did he really have a choice in the matter after all? He breathed in, tightening his jaw as he decided to come towards you.

He walked purposefully, his usual grumpy face set surprisingly naturally as he advanced towards you.

"Ah, you're back," he sighed as if pleasantly surprised to see you both here, "how was the mission?"

"Excellent," Jess affirmed, "we've just finished the report, the anomaly has been taken care of as it should have been since we arrived."

He nodded, his serious face opening a control pad to check what she was saying and opening the file in question, pretending to read its contents. He had the impression that everywhere he looked the image came right back to him, on every tile, on every screen, everywhere in his mind.

"That's good work," he breathed.

"Damn right," nodded Jess. " Well, I'm off to join my own little demon, take care you two."

"See ya," you replied as she headed for the exit.

He wondered by what superhuman strength he managed to remain unwavering and stoic.

You moved closer to him, hugging his back and comforting yourself in the embrace.

"How was your day?" you asked, squeezing him in your arms.

Unwavering and stoic, Miguel, you have to remain unwavering and stoic.

You put your hands on his body, and with one touch his concentration was simply wiped out.

He turned to you, smiling a strange, uncertain smile as he stroked your hair, a little tense.

"You know how it is, just a lot of work," but his eyes were watching yours strangely, a flash of a vision where they were filled with desire looking back at him.

You studied him for a moment, noticing how distracted he seemed, his eyes looking at you in a strange way. You could feel a kind of desire there, a kind of longing, but you couldn't work out what it was.

"Is... everything alright?"

He shuddered, obviously his little show wasn't going to last much longer. He broke away from your embrace, he couldn't keep looking at you like that.

"Hey," you said softly, "you know you can tell me everything, right?"

Could I tell you this ? he wondered. He looked at you for a moment, another flash of you all moaning and covered in hickeys and marks on your body as you breathed his name. He looked away, closing his eyes in the hopes the flashes would stop.

"I'm afraid I cannot speak about this..."

But how he wanted to speak about this, to tell you how much he wanted to fuck you until you were full of him, until the only thing present in your mouth was his name and how much he wanted to see the sight of your round belly.

But you wouldn't listen to his silence. So you walked over to him and took his hand.

"Miguel, look at me. you asked, and he looked at you, his visions mingling with the reality where you were looking at him, worried. "Tell me."

He sighed. He couldn't run away from his ideas forever, run away from these images that he wanted to see in reality and not just in his mind. He wanted to raise his idea from the theoretical to the practical, and it was with an almost guilty breath that he admitted:

"I want to breed you."

There was a slight silence, his eyes plunged into yours, desperate to know what you were thinking. But above all he was met with confusion.

"What's breeding?" You had an idea of the term, usually used animalistically for the subject of... reproduction and maintenance of species. But just to be on the safe side with Miguel, you preferred to ask him anyway.

His lungs swelled like sails, did he really have to go through this?

"Why don't you ask Lyla what it is?" he suggested.

"Because I want to hear it from you, with your words" you assured him, your tone a mixture of strictness and curiosity.

He sighed, biting the inside of his cheek, slightly afraid of your reaction. You were practically hanging on his every word, waiting for him to explain.

"Breeding is... the act of a male and a female animal having sex, also known as mating, to reproduce..." he explained, pausing, "and procreate."

Your eyes widened slightly, and the possibility that he had overheard your previous conversation with Jess came to mind. All the same, you looked at him almost inscrutably, and he couldn't work out what you were thinking.

But now that the words had been said, he could no longer hide, no, he no longer had to hide. His thoughts were finally out, burning on his skin and lips.

He moved forward a little more, his gaze suddenly darkened by the desires he was no longer hiding.

"I want to fill you up with my cum and make sure you get pregnant."

Your lips were parted, your surprised eyes looking into his, black with desire and longing. A silence filled the air, both your hearts beating loudly in both your bodies. Miguel waited for an answer, unaware of the warm cloud that had settled in your lower belly.

He chuckled a little, an understanding smile gracing his lips as he said:

"See, your silence tells me enoug-"

"Breed me," you cut him off.

He stopped moving immediately, the statement immobilising him just like when he had understood what you and Jess were talking about.

Had his mind and his fantasies come together to play tricks on him? Or had you actually agreed with what he'd just said?

"What?" he said, his pronunciation almost slurred as he turned his attention to your next words.

"Breed me, Miguel" you repeated, determined as you swallowed in anticipation. "I want to carry you... in me."

The gleam in his eyes was almost predatory, but after all, wasn't that the very essence of breeding? The raw nature of it, the bestiality, the quenching of the oldest instinct that ever was.

You only had time to see his eyes turn red as he lunged for your lips, kissing you with his mouth wide open as your teeth almost clashed and he attacked your tongue.

The power with which he kissed you made you take a step backwards, but you weren't going anywhere, because Miguel immediately placed his hand in the small of your back to make sure he had you close to him.

He let out grunts between kisses, his hunger for your skin lengthening his canines as they brushed almost dangerously against your tongue.

Then he lifted you in one swift movement, placing you on his shoulder as he headed for the door leading to his quarters, his impatience growing faster than ever. You bit your lip, already swollen from his kisses, his hand gripping your thigh firmly as he led you to the bed.

He laid you down, following every movement of your body as he kissed you again. He stood back for a moment, watching your body.

"Do you have sentimental value for your suit?"

"What?" you asked, confused by the sudden question.

"Just answer," he asked through clenched teeth.

"I mean it's old but I can live withou-"

You hadn't even finished your sentence when he ripped off your suit with an ease that sent shivers down your spine, ripping the fabric covering your cunt, tearing your panties and throwing all the rags into the rest of the room.

"No questions about the sentimental value of my underwear?" you laugh lightly.

"I'll get you some new ones," he breathed, a carnivorous sneer inhabiting his lips, "I'll take great care in chosing them."

You swallowed as he kissed your neck, nestling in and marking your skin with thirst. He straightened to kiss your lips, and whispered against them:

"Turn over, get down on your elbows and knees".

You complied, his instructions increasing the size of the cloud of heat in your belly. You placed your folded arms flat on the sheets, your knees slightly apart.

"Lift your hips for me, nena," he commanded in a tone as soft as cotton.

You listened, arching your back as you lifted your hips, your ass gloriously up just for him to fuck. He swallowed, his hand coming to grip one of your buttocks and pulling it apart, pressing it between his fingers and gripping your skin full hand.

"Already so good and wet for me," he mused, one of his fingers passing between your folds.

Of course you were already wet, the way he had introduced the concept to you making you all fuzzy and warm in your belly. You'd never been against the idea of Miguel being a bit more violent, and to be honest you were excited by the idea of him being so from now on.

Once he'd coated himself sufficiently, he pushed one finger into you, soft moans falling from your lips filling the room. He added another one, and your lust was growing by the second. You were getting impatient too, but you couldn't help noticing that Miguel simply couldn't wait any longer.

Miguel was always very keen about taking his time, preparing you well apart from the few moments when one of you needed a quicky, but here eagerness was getting the better of him, and above all his most instinctive desires buried deep inside him had taken the reigns of all his actions.

The thought of him being in you through your core made him feel so drunk on you. These ideas had already been marinating in his mind for a while, it had only taken this conversation between you and Jess to flip the switch. And he observed in adoration, seeing you like this, underneath him with your much smaller frame, sitting up and ready to take him.

"Hands behind your back."

His orders became more and more urgent, his tone wavering with envy. It was impossible for him to formulate a whole sentence.

So you laid your face on the sheets, cheek pressed to your side as you brought your hands behind your back, joining your wrists together like you were imagining yourself handcuffed. You shivered as his hand, whose fingers had previously been inside you, reached out from between your folds and took both your wrists at the same time, locking them in this embrace. His hand was obviously big enough to hold both your wrists together and prevent you from breaking free from his grip.

He had locked you completely.

He had blocked out any possibility of you making a move other than squirming around him. Miguel would never tire of this control, this hold he had over you right now. You were his, nobody else's, and he would let eveybody know this by fucking his seed into you and get as many babies as you wanted.

That's when you felt the head of his dick coating itself with your juices, preparing to burry himself into you. You couldn't see Miguel like this, but you could hear him. Dark growls vibrated in his throat, deeper than you'd ever heard them before, and it felt intimidating.

He thrust, pushing his tip into you, and you let out a groan of relief that sank into the fabric of the sheets. You breathed softly, letting Miguel's thick, long cock sink into you. No matter how many times you had done it, taken him like that, you still couldn't get used to it.

His lower belly finally touched the skin of your ass, his dick deep inside you. And you felt him pressing against your stomach. You knew that if you brought one of your hands to your stomach, you'd feel the shape of his cock against your skin.

He was so deep in you, an almost bestial growl escaped him as he slowly began to pull back before thrusting in hard.

You let out a little cry of surprise and pleasure that echoed around the room, and he repeated the same gesture. He kept bearing down on you until he touched your slick on his lower belly and pulling away, pushing back in the next second until it'd touch his balls.

Your body was burning, unable to do anything but arch your back more and groan. Your hands were gripping the void, and the impossibility of finding a foothold in all this was making you feel out of control. But you were enjoying the sensations he was giving you, and so was he.

He listened to the symphony of your voice as he picked up the pace, the feeling of your gummy walls wrapping all tight and warm around him was absolute perfection to him.

He knew it wouldn't be long before his first cum would hit, but he needn't have worried. Miguel could go on for a long, long time, and he just hoped that you could keep up, although he had no doubt that his best girl would live up to his expectations.

He could no longer string a sentence together properly, the words he was trying to whisper as he sank deep inside you coming out as if chewed up by his long fangs.

He grunted, his rhythm and the tilt of your two bodies giving you both exceptional sensations. The knot in your stomach tightened, threatening to burst as Miguel came closer.

And the world stopped spinning for a second.

You came together, your walls closing spasmodically around him as you felt him spill into you. Because that's what you wanted, right ? That's the one thing you desired, and he was going to give it to you entirely.

He pulled out, just for the pleasure of seeing the work he had so long dreamed of seeing. And the satisfaction was superb, his white creamy cum slowly pouring out of your wet cunt, still pulsing with desire.

A dark laugh rose from his throat as he sank back into you and you let out a startled moan. He lowered himself, his lips pressing against your ear.

"I hope you thought of six names."

It would be a long, long night.

[llamagoddessofficial]

Can you believe I've never done Farmtale Sans before? As a certified country girl? Shocking, I know. I'll rectify this issue with my latest brainrot scenario immediately

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“whoever this is, it better be real fuckin’ important,” the voice at the other end said, gruff and tired, heavy with a mix of annoyance and sleepiness.

Immediately, shame washed over you. The very small amount of steam you’d managed to muster up completely dissipated from your body as you imagined Sans’ disappointed and disbelieving reaction to your pathetic request.

This was a mistake.

“... H-hey. Uhm... I’m fine, I didn’t mean to call. Butt dial, hahah.” Your voice nearly cracked. “Sorry for waking you up.”

“... wait.” His voice instantly changed. “hey, don’t hang up-”

You didn’t hear the rest of what he said. You hung up, and put the phone down. Now you were right back to square one, sitting at the kitchen table in a freezing empty house at 2 in the morning. It had taken you almost half an hour to muster up the courage to call him- thirty minutes of sitting by the phone, wrapped up in your coat, shaking and holding back tears. You started plotting places you were going to sleep. Maybe if you put more wood in the kitchen stove, you could just sleep at the table until morning. 

... You inherited this place from your grandmother. It was a ‘rustic’ house that hadn’t seen human company for over a decade, in the middle of the deep countryside, cut off from almost everything. Spooky, draughty, on nights like tonight sitting in the kitchen was like sitting in a fridge. You had moved out of necessity- your landlord in the city had evicted you from your beloved apartment to jack up his prices, and you couldn’t find anywhere else to live except this middle-of-nowhere house left in your name.

You had lived in the city your whole life. You weren’t used to being in the country, not at all. The month you’d spent here had only reinforced that fact to you, over and over.

Something made a noise outside. An animal, maybe. You curled your coat tighter around you.

The only upside so far had been meeting the monsters that made up the tight-knit community you had been unceremoniously dropped into. Papyrus and Sans, especially, had been so wonderful and helpful. Sans had told you to call if you needed anything.

... Which was exactly why you didn’t have the heart to tell him why you were really calling. You didn’t want him to think any worse of you than he probably already did. A stuck-up city girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing.

You were scared.

... 

The phone rang. The sound made you jump, it felt so loud in the silence. Despite your increasing shame, and the desire to just let it ring... you picked up.

“c’mon, don’t be like that.” He sounded much softer than when he had first answered. “what’s wrong? something happen?”

“N-no.” Hearing someone else’s voice was so comforting. You felt so alone, far away from everyone. “It’s nothing.”

You obviously weren’t very convincing. “doesn’t seem like nothing. you sound terrified.”

“I’m just cold.”

“didja kill someone? do i need to come over and help hide a body?”

You couldn’t help it, that made you giggle a little.

...

It just came. You didn’t entirely know why. Probably because it was two, and you hadn’t slept since six the previous morning. Unable to help yourself, you just... burst into tears.

“hey. s’ok, you’re gonna be ok. i’m on the way.”

“N-no, no, please,” You pressed your sleeve against your eyes The shame was absolutely overwhelming. “Please don’t come,”

“too late. already outta bed, it’s serious business. you gonna tell me what’s got you all shaken up?”

You pulled your knees up to your face. Well, no hiding it now, huh? He’d heard you sobbing over the phone. Your voice crumpled under a mixture of tears, fear, immense fatigue and shame. You felt like such a baby. 

“Th-there’s a huge spider on my bed,” you finally admitted, feebly. “I-I’m... I don’t know what to do.”

“aw jeez. why didn’t you just say?”

You could suddenly barely talk through the crying. Hours of stress, all coming out in one mess. He probably thought you were pathetic.

“hey. knock knock.”

As he said that, you heard two soft knocks on your side door. You jumped up, what the hell? Was that Sans? You dropped the phone and rushed to the door to let him in, almost tripping over yourself. 

You opened the door, the air was full of the sound of wind and crickets. Sans stood in the darkness outside of the house, dressed in a thick knitted sweater, blue and white striped pyjama bottoms, big heavy boots, and a coat over the top of it all. He had the phone in one hand, and his smile widened when he saw you.

Shocked, you scrubbed at your eyes and nose again, self consciously trying to wipe off the tears and snot. He lived half an hour's drive from you. “H-how... how did you get here so fast?”

“shortcut.” He winked, those lovely emerald green eyelights glimmering in the low light. “can i come in?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice, stepping to the side. Maybe he knew roads your map apps didn't. Sans eagerly came into the light, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him.

“this way?” he asked. 

... You showed him to the bedroom, but cowered in the doorway. 

“I-it’s under the sheet.”

Sans didn’t even hesitate. He approached the bed and flipped back the sheet. The spider hadn’t moved since you last saw it scurry under your bedclothes, still sitting right there, with its fat hairy body and sharp legs. It was probably the biggest spider you had ever seen in your entire life. You felt a horrible chill pass over you.

“dang. he is big. look at the size of that gangly fucker.”

Having said that, Sans just... grabbed it. He picked the spider up before it could run and held it in his enclosed fist like he was scooping up a penny he had dropped on the floor. Just like that, he moved across the room and pulled back the curtain, cracked the window open, stuck his arm out, and threw the spider out into the darkness.

He closed the window again. The air felt less heavy. He even tugged the handle to make sure the window was all properly sealed up, pulling the curtains closed again.

It took him all of fifteen seconds.

“all good.” He turned to you, grinning and showing you his open palms. No spider. “successfully evicted.”

...

You started crying again. 

Sans mumbled a soft ‘aw jeez’. He didn’t hesitate to cross the room, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a warm hug, ignoring your babbled apologies. 

“he really spooked ya, huh?” A gentle hand smoothed over your hair. He smelled like sweet hay, hours of sunshine, and something slightly musky. “how long were you tryna drum up the courage?”

“T-two hours,” you sobbed, muffled in his sweater.

You’d expected him to laugh at you. But he didn’t. He just held you, letting you cry out all the stress that had been building up over the course of the night. You were pretty sure this was the first time you had been hugged since before you left the city.

Eventually, you calmed yourself down, reducing to just hiccups. Sans didn’t let go until you did, allowing you to pull away, but keeping a steadying hand on your arm. 

“easy, pet.” His voice was so warm and soothing. “you’re all good.”

“Fucking... I’m just such a baby.” Your sleeves were damp from all of the tear wiping you were doing. You made an unattractive sniffling sound. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“cus i’m used to ‘em. also, i’m a skeleton, so i don’t gotta worry about being bitten. no shame in bein’ scared of the big ones.” 

Your voice was hoarse. “I’m sorry you came out all this way.”

“... did you think i’d be mad at you?” he asked, softly.

“M-mhm.”

“i really don’t mind bein’ yer bug removing hero." He patted his nonexistent bicep. "tell ya what, it makes me feel very big an’ tough.”

He had you giggling again. He always did. He seemed proud of himself- his presence was balm to your Soul right now. 

“I just... I get so scared at night.” Your cheeks were hot. “It’s so quiet, and dark. I feel like I’m the only person around for miles. I don’t know why I thought I could do this.”

"this?"

"Living out here."

“hey, i beg to differ. yer already doin’ so much better than most who move to these parts.”

You looked up at him. Why did that tiny bit of praise make your heart swell so much? You didn’t feel like you were doing ‘better’. You’d just called your nearest neighbour at 2 in the morning to come save you from a spider. “But I’m always asking for help.”

“exactly. you’re askin’. that’s the important part.” His eyelights were so warm. “that’s how we make it work, out here. we help each other.”

Goddamnit. You were gonna cry again. You just about managed to choke it down.

“... the animal noises also probably freak you out too, huh?”

“Y-yeah, hah.”

“if you don’t know what yer hearin’, it can be pretty scary.”

... You sniffled.

...

“... you’re shaking. d’ya want me to stay?”

How did he know? He always just seemed to know. You nodded, meekly. You didn’t want to be alone right now, and you knew the house would feel even colder and emptier once you’d known how it felt while you had company.

“Will Papyrus be worried?”

“he knew i was headin’ out to help ya. he’ll be fine.”

... You didn’t need to say out loud where you wanted Sans to sleep. Both of you knew.

The two of you finally took off your coats, and Sans turned off the lights. His forest-coloured eyelights were the only illumination in the room. As soon as he shuffled into bed beside you, you gratefully curled up against him, he was so calming and so warm. He reciprocated, wrapping his big arms around you, his comforting smell soothing your shot nerves. 

“... Thank you.” Your voice was almost a whisper.

“yer really warm.” he hummed. “just so you know, i’m a bit of a snorer.”

You probably should’ve been more concerned, sharing a bed in a very secluded location with a guy you barely knew. But you didn’t have the energy for it. For the first time in a long time, you were warm, didn’t feel lonely, and weren’t worried at all about bugs. 

“I don’t mind.”

... It was the best night’s sleep you’d ever had.

[buckgasms]

Hellooo! This is my second time requesting but I absolutely love your work so much! So I was thinking maybe Princess reader and daddy Bucky where princess is innocent and dumb. She’s always very sweet to everyone (especially daddy) but can’t tell when anyone is flirting with her or even if they’ve done something wrong. She just loves everyone and could never fathom being rude. Feel free to ignore if you aren’t taking requests. 🎀

You are getting me GOOD with these requests!! I love it so much 💖 thank you so much for coming back 🎀

Because I imagine this puts Bucky in a very difficult state of mind. Because he loves how innocent and dumb you are, but he HATES the idea of you being flirted with and someone thinking they have a chance with you.....

I'm imagining a party scenario right? He's got people mingling in the garden of his luxury mansion and it's all classy and everyone is vibing away.

And you are floating around the party like a fairy, chatting to people, having a little drink and everyone is just like 👀 she's perfect 👀

Obviously you spend time with Daddy, holding hands and giggling with him, he presses kisses to your hair and sometimes you have little longer kisses when people aren't talking to him about business or whatever. Also he gossips about people because it shocks you and you have the best reactions to all their secrets.

Also telling him how handsome he looks and maybe you tease him a little about how much you wish you could leave the party and have fun with him...

And you've got the cutest outfit on and everyone has told you how pretty you look and basically you are buzzing on cloud nine right now.

So whilst you are taking some time to enjoy the view or whatever someone wanders over to you. He's a nice looking guy and he starts chatting away to you, which is nice y'know?

"That dress looks amazing on you, why don't you give me a twirl?"

And you giggle and give him a twirl, forgetting that when you do that you basically show off your pretty underwear in the process. And neither of you notice that you have Daddy's full attention.

"Wow that was perfect, let me film it and show you!"

The guy takes out his phone as you giggle again, twirling with more vigour and smile at the camera.

"Check out that view huh? Look down there..." He says and you lean over the balcony and try and see what he's pointing at.

You frown in confusion when suddenly you hear Daddy's voice.

"Enjoying the view huh?"

You twirl around but he's not looking at you. He's staring daggers at the man whose face has gone quite pale.

"Gimme that fucking phone now" he growls and you watch wide eyed as the phone is passed from one to the other and Bucky flicks through the images. "You taking pictures of my Princess?"

The guy stutters and you gasp and Bucky snaps the phone in half and throws it into the pool. The whole party has gone pretty quiet now.

The butterflies in your tummy are exploding, from worry to absolute desire watching Daddy defend you like a mad man.

"If I ever see your face again I'm gonna end you. Now get the fuck off my property.."

Security appears and walks the man away from you at speed. As he leaves the party noise resumes and people get back to their conversations, although they are probably all talking about the same thing.

"Ummm Daddy what happened?" You ask, twiddling with your fingers and biting your lip nervously.

He walks over and cups your cheeks and presses a soft kiss on your lips. "Did you forget what happens when you twirl sweetheart?" You run your hands over his chest and lock eyes with him. After a pause you nod.

"Was I bad? Didn't mean to be..." You whisper and he smiles, stealing another kiss from you. "No, it's ok baby. You didn't know... That's why Daddy takes care of you hmm?"

You giggle again and wrap your arms around him, "I liked when you broke his phone Daddy..." He grins proudly, squeezing your ass as he pulls you closer. "Yeah? Couldn't help it sweetness, can't have him enjoying pictures of you. You're just for me right?"

"Just for you"

[thoseboysinblue]

My Type

Part 2

Christian Pulisic x reader

You have a chance encounter with Christian, who happens to be just your type.

Word count: 2400+

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing, drinking

Part 1

"Elllls" you groan collapsing onto the bed beside her, "we have a problem."

"Are you too hungover to function? Because I'm too hungover to function right now," she says turning to face you, "can you turn off the sun please?" she whines as you let out a small laugh.

"No, well yes, I'm hungover and feel like I could die, but I also have a slightly bigger problem," you say, handing her your phone so that she can see the notification.

"Oh shit," she grins, "I told you he'd find you."

"Yeah, I have no clue how he managed that though," scrolling through pictures you were tagged in from the night before. "Damn it Ella, you fucking tagged him didn't you" you huff at her. "I might have, but I didn't actually think he'd see it, he must get a million notifications a day, he was obviously looking for you" she smirks as she gets her own phone out.

"What am I going to fucking do, I can't accept that, but it would be rude not to wouldn't it?"

"Why can't you accept a follow request, y/n, maybe he likes you, and at the very least, it would be a fun story to tell," she chuckles.

"He's got 7 million followers, Ells, that's why, a follow from him is just asking for it," you sigh.

"Maybe it's him asking for it," she winks at you, "for the love, it's just an Instagram request, not a marriage proposal, accept it, see what happens."

"I could kill you for this," you roll your eyes at her.

"Or you can thank me for it" she giggles.

Ella is busy typing away on her phone as you hit accept on his request, not bothering to follow him back.

"Damn it" she sighs, "our boat for today cancelled, I'm going to try to get us booked onto something else." You nod at her, "that sucks, want me to look for something, I hate for you to be the one dealing with this on your bachelorette party, but we can always just do another beach day if it doesn't work out."

"No, I think I've got something else lined up," she smiles.

What you didn't know is, she'd woken up to an Instagram message from Christian:

Christian: hey, thanks for the tag 😉

Ella: hey, no problem, she's already threatened to kill me so you better be worth it 🙄

Christian: I will be, promise. 😇 So, I don't want to crash your party or anything, but what are you guys plans for the day?

Ella: Well, we had a boat booked, but that seems to have fallen through, so maybe just another beach day unless I can find a last minute booking.

Christian: It could be your lucky day...I happen to have a boat, and jet skis, and a pool, and I can have a fully stocked bar if you'll tell me what you guys like to drink. But really, I don't want to crash your party, so no pressure to accept or anything ☺️

Ella: I mean, are you sure you don't mind?

Christian: not at all, really, I'll get some food ordered too, guessing you guys are as hungover as we are, what about drinks?

Ella: we've got tons of alcohol with us we can bring, so just whatever you want will work 😉 you sure you're ok with this?

Christian: Positive. Here's the address. 📍 couple of hours?

Ella: yeah, I'll get this lot moving. See you then, hope this isn't a complete disaster 😭

"Girls," Ella shouts, "we've had a change of plans, our boat cancelled so I've got another one lined up, but it's a 40 minute drive, so we need to be ready for the minibus to pick us up in an hour."

You hear everyone groan and start shuffling around to get ready. After showering, you pull on a fuschia bikini that complements your sun kissed skin perfectly, and leaves very little to the imagination as well as some shorts and a sheer top. You pack your bag for the boat, throwing in your towel, sunscreen, AirPods and a book for when you inevitably need to drown out the rest of the group.

You head to the kitchen and fix mimosas figuring the fastest way to cure your hangover is to have a little bit of a buzz again. After a couple of drinks you all head to your waiting minibus. You climb into the back, listening to everyone chatter about the guys you'd met last night and mostly dodging questions about Christian, the group still none the wiser to who he actually is.

You pop in your headphones and lay your head against the seat and doze off on the drive. When you feel the bus come to a stop you wake up and look around at the clearly residential area you are in, a couple of the girls squeal when they see a few people come out of the house you are at, and Ella turns to you "don't kill me, please" she begs.

"Ella, what the fuck?" you roll your eyes, even though she can't see them through your sunglasses. "Our boat really did cancel and he offered," she smiles devilishly at you. "If this wasn't your party, I'd fucking kill you" you grit your teeth at her as she pulls you from the van.

"It will be fun, I promise," she smiles again, trying to encourage you, "you look hot by the way," she wiggles her eyebrows as Christian walks over and she gives him a quick hug. "Thanks for saving the day," she smiles sweetly at him as he nods, his eyes completely focused on you.

"No problem, glad I could help" he grins at her as she turns to go into the house, "the pool is out back, there's breakfast and drinks waiting in the kitchen," he shouts after her, still not taking his eyes off of you. "Hey, y/n" he offers you a smile leaning in to kiss you on the cheek before you bring your hand to his chest to stop him, " hey, Christian" you mutter pushing past him to head into the house.

Once inside, you grab something to eat, a hard seltzer, and some water before heading out to the pool. You find a lounge chair away from everyone and lay your towel down before shimmying out of your shorts and shirt. You lay down on the chair, popping your headphones back in and turning on some music as you watch everyone through your sunglasses.

You see Christian wander out of the house, shirtless with his swimming trunks slung low over his hips as he talks to a few of the others, damn he looks good, too good, you think to yourself as he scans around, smirking when he sees you. You know he can't see you watching him, but your cheeks flush when you've presumably been caught staring.

A few minutes later, he comes over and sits on the chair next to you, picking your phone up to see what you are listening to before turning off your bluetooth function so that the music is now coming through the speaker of your phone. "Do you mind?" you quip at him, it coming out a little more harsh than you intended. "I like this song" he says, unbothered by your apparent indifference, as you pull your earbuds from your ears and put them back in the case.

You both sit in silence for several minutes, listening to the music, your heart hammering away in your chest as you try really hard not to completely freak out over the fact that this trip is going very differently than you thought it would. "Can I ask you a question?" he says continuing to look straight ahead, his eyes also shielded by a pair of sunglasses, his arms folded behind his head. "I'm guessing you're going to ask your question no matter what I say, so go ahead," you answer him.

"Did you already have that jersey, or did you just buy it for this trip," he smirks turning to look at you, his eyes raking up and down your body as his lips part slightly, tongue grazing along the lower one.

"Neither actually, borrowed it from my brother," you say, turning over and adjusting your chair so that you could lay on your stomach, giving him a good view of your ass that's barely covered by the bottoms you're wearing. "So your brother is a fan, that sounds like a win for me" he chuckles as you roll your eyes and shake your head. He quickly realizes the current view he has of your ass isn't going to do him any favors, so he decides to get in the pool, but before he does he leans down to say lowly in your ear, "be careful in this Florida sun, y/n, you don't want to get burned." He runs and does a cannonball into the pool splashing you in the process, to which you just raise your middle finger in his general direction and hear him let out a hearty laugh.

After a while, you sit up and decide you probably should put on some more sunscreen. You chug down about half of your water and then set about rubbing yourself down. Just as you finish with your front side, Christian comes back over and sits down, offering you another of the hard seltzers you'd been nursing. You take it from him and mumble a thanks, cracking it open and taking a long drink.

"Do me?" he says nonchalantly. "Pardon?" you sputter nearly choking on your drink. "Sunscreen, I need some, I can feel my shoulders burning," he smirks cocking an eyebrow at you. You start to hand him the tube of sunscreen but he shakes his head at you, "my hands are full" he says, holding up his beer and phone. You roll your eyes and sit down behind him, your legs draped over each side of the chair so that he's sitting between them.

You take a deep breath and squeeze some of the sunscreen out onto your fingers, slowly starting to work it onto his shoulders and back, smirking to yourself at the low moan he lets slip past his lips. "Can I ask you a question?" you say quietly as you continue trailing your hands over his exposed upper body. "Mmmhmm" he says as his head falls forward completely lost in the feel of your hands on him. "Why are you doing this?"

His head snaps back up and he turns to look at you, "Doing what?"

"This, inviting us here, giving up whatever plans you had to spend the day with a bachelorette party of people you don't know?"

"Well, I actually didn't have any plans to give up, we are doing exactly what I was going to do no matter if we had other people over or not, and my new bff Ella, was in a crisis and needed a boat, which I happen to have," he grins at you.

"Have I done something to upset you?" he says, taking the sunscreen from you and gesturing for you to switch places with him. He scoots backwards, giving you a place to sit between his legs as he starts to rub some onto your shoulders. "No, I'm not upset, just not sure what I'm doing here," you mumble, "surely you've got other prospects you could be entertaining."

Your breath hitches as he slides his hands under the strings on the back of your bikini, "maybe I do, and maybe I don't, but is it so bad to think that just maybe, I wanted to get to know you a little better, you aren't like anyone I've met, and that intrigues me."

"Why, because I'm not throwing myself at you?" you scoff.

"That is a bit refreshing actually," he chuckles. "But, no, it's not just that, I'd be willing to bet we have a lot more in common than you think, y/n."

"What could we possibly have in common, Christian? We are obviously from two very different worlds," you sigh. "Well, for starters, I think we both prefer to stay home over going to a night club, if I'm remembering what your friend said about you last night correctly." You let out a huff, knowing it's true and start to stand up to move back to your chair but he settles one hand over your waist and squeezes lightly, letting you know he doesn't want you to move just yet.

"I'd also say we have similar taste in music judging by your playlist," he grins, "and your brother is a fan so I'm wondering if you've watched me play?"

"Maybe I have, maybe I haven't," you quip, not giving in to his not so subtle attempts at flirting.

"We also now share our best friend Ella," he chuckles, "and she loves me, she even followed me back on Instagram, unlike some people."

"So is that what this is about? Is your pride a little hurt that I didn't already follow you, or at least follow you back?" you laugh quietly, "Ella is a hopeless romantic, of course she followed you wanting to play cupid."

"Are you not a hopeless romantic?" he says, turning you around to face him. "No, I'm far too jaded for that. I told you last night, I didn't think I was what you were looking for in that bar, and I still believe that to be true, if you're looking for a hook up, I'm probably not your girl, and god knows if you want more than that, I'm definitely not it."

"What if I said, I wasn't looking for anything? But that maybe I found something I wasn't expecting, even if that's just a friendship," he says, pulling his sunglasses off so that you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"Then I might believe you."

"Look, I noticed you before I realized what you were wearing last night, that jersey just happened to give me a reason to talk to you. I'm not asking you for anything, y/n, just give me a chance, please."

"I guess I can do that," you offer him a small smile, seeing his expression light up.

"Really?" he asks, as you nod in response. "Wanna ride?" he says with a smirk, noticing your expression change slightly. "On the boat, y/n, get your mind out of the gutter," he chuckles as you shake your head at him, clearly lost for a response. "There are several ways I'd like to render you speechless, but for now, I'm just asking if you'd like to go out on the boat with me."

@chelseagirl98 @neverinadream @masonspulisic @pulisicsgirl @swimmingismywholelife @lovelynikol16 @nyctophilic0vitnir @lunamelona

[myseungsunglove]

Kim Seungmin Masterlist

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S - Smut F - Fluff A - Angst

44,640 Minutes (F) the reader is missing her boyfriend while he is away on tour. -June 28, 2023-

Waking up with You (F,S) Waking up the morning after your wedding. -July 5, 2023-

The Way You Make Feel (S)While getting obviously turned on watching Seungmin perform for the comeback, he notices your reaction while on stage. After the performances are finished, he drags you to a small room, his large hands eager to touch your body. With the promise that if you’re quiet the reward later will be even greater than what he is currently offering, you try your damndest to be the quietest you can while experiencing pure bliss. And with Seungmin’s long, slender fingers, it’s a task that proves much harder than you could have possibly imagined. -July 14, 2023-

Unexpected (A,F) You find yourself writing a letter to your boyfriend Kim Seungmin to tell him all of the seemingly small and insightful ways and not so small ways you have felt loved by him when you never expected to feel truly loved by anyone. -July 25, 2023-

When darkness comes, you’re always there (A,F) It's been one of those days where your demons win every argument. Beat you down and remind you how worthless you are. There’s only one person who offers any solace when you get this lost and that's Kim Seungmin. -August 1, 2023-

Love and Affection(F) Everyone expects Seungmin to be more reserved in public with you since it’s his first relationship, but he is anything but. -August 18, 2023-

Forever with You(F) Sometimes you and Seungmin don’t need words to express how deeply you love each other. -August 30, 2023-

Do Something(A,F) The reader can’t keep her feelings to herself anymore when it comes to Kim Seungmin. After a particularly trying day busy with practices and an impending concert, she explodes on her best friend, spilling her feelings for him but doesn’t exactly go about expressing those feelings in the best way. -September 10, 2023-

Love Without Words (A, S, F) There is nothing quite like a night with Seungmin to erase all need for words between you. -October 13, 2023-

Breaking Point (A, S) There is one relationship with a member that you can cut the sexual tension with a knife for several months now. Maybe it’s been longer, but it was finally pointed out to you by some of the other members and now the thought plagues your mind. You make it your goal to slowly chip away at Kim Seungmin’s resolve, bringing him to the breaking point. Little do you realize, he may be the one to break you. -October 22, 2023-

Dream a Little Dream (F) You’ve been dreaming about this man for weeks. You almost wish you could live life in the dream instead of the real world. Everything is easier there. It’s just you and him and no worries or cares. What if dreams really could become reality? -October 23, 2023-

All the Little Things (F) You fall in love with all the little things Kim Seungmin does. -November 4, 2023-

Fireplace Melodies (F) Soft thoughts about a quiet afternoon with Kim Seungmin. -November 27, 2023-

Let Me Count the Ways (F) soft thoughts about how each member absolutely adores Kim Seungmin. - December 3, 2023-

Bet You Won’t (F) soft sleep thoughts of kissing Kim Seungmin. -December 7, 2023-

I Wanna See You (S) - an entry for my smut prompt list. Seungmin has his way with you in front of the mirror, on the floor of practice room E in a bliss filled moment you won’t soon forget. -December 9, 2033-

A Beautiful Distraction (F) - Nothing is quite as distracting as Kim Seungmin. -December 19, 2023-

Only You (F) - An honest conversation with your best friend sometimes results in surprising revelations. -January 2, 2024-

You’re Gonna Pay for That (S) - no plot here, just smut smut smut. -February 16, 2024-

More than Willing (S) - Seungmin has been your constant since the moment you joined JYP Entertainment. He’s been your safe haven and your biggest supporter. When you became the 9th addition to Stray Kids in 2020, it only brought the two of you closer, but over the years there has been an unspeakable tension boiling at the surface, just waiting for a weak spot to break through and rear it's tempting head.  -February 28, 2024-

Eternity in Your Eyes (F) - You never thought this day would come, but here you are at the first day of the rest of your life. -March 6, 2024-

First Pitch (A, F) -Seungmin struggles to understand why his fiance can’t be by his side on one of the most important days of his life.  -April 11, 2024-

I Know, Jagiya (F) - Confessing your love for someone is always a risk. -April 22, 2024-

[breckstonevailskier]

This will always be my favorite scene from The Boys

I mean, it's a really great scene, it's the scene that got me interested in the show, and worthy of me trying to do some breakdowns.

The scene opens with Stan Edgar watching Victoria Neuman talking on CNN NNC about the Supe-Terrorist threat. An innocuous thing, at first, but there's a few things going on that are apparent with the hindsight of later episodes:

It actually tells us that Victoria herself is the head exploder supe long before the reveal in the season 2 finale, given that this scene immediately follows her having remotely exploded Raynor's head.

Stan is watching intently because he understand the importance of knowing what the opposition is saying about you. Doubly so considering that Victoria is meant to function as a puppet opposition of sorts to Vought. (Though I imagine that this is changing in light of recent events like Homelander threatening her daughter to get her to betray Stan, her injecting her daughter with Compound V, and Gen V ending with her having obtained Dr. Edison Cardosa's Supe-killing virus.)

With the later reveal in season 3 that Victoria is Stan's adopted daughter, he's also watching her because he's proud of the life and reputation she's made for herself as a politician, and it's a good thing she's ended up doing this instead of rotting away in one of Vought's other secret Supe labs. That might actually explain some of Stan's annoyance when Homelander walks in.

Homelander walks in, having barged past Stan's secretary.

Homelander: Morning. Samantha: Mr. Edgar, I'm sorry- Stan Edgar: It's all right, Samantha. Homelander: Busy day?

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Stan brushes off his receptionist's apology because well, he doesn't blame her. Saying "no" to Homelander's probably one of the most difficult jobs in the world.

Now, at this point, as Homelander starts to complain about the whole thing with Stan appointing Stormfront. Stan plays along with appealing to Homelander's ego. Homelander's obviously frustrated that Stan isn't intimidated or scared by his threats. In fact, Stan seems amused by Homelander trying to throw his weight around.

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Stan Edgar: Good morning, Homelander. To what do I owe the pleasure? 🤔 Homelander: Well, you never come up to 99. So, I figured I'd pay you a visit. 😊 Stan Edgar: What a lovely idea. 😂

Homelander: Right? 😂 After all, you run a superhero company, and, uh, you never check in with your superheroes, do you? 🤔 Like, uh... oh, I don't know...around the hiring of that girl, for example. 🤨 Stan Edgar: You wished to be consulted on Stormfront? 🤔

Homelander: Well, why not? I signed off on all the rest. I'm the leader of the Seven. 🙎‍♂️

Stan Edgar: For which you have my undying respect. 😉

Homelander: See, I don't think I do. 🤨 No. Not even Madelyn would've dared to try and pull this kind of shit. 😠

Stan Edgar: Well of course, you know how important you are to everyone at Vought! 😂😂

Homelander: No, no. Stan. I am Vought. You show my photo to some illiterate fucking camel jockey in the middle of the Sahara, he's gonna turn around and say, "Homelander," in perfect American. 🇺🇸

Homelander: You know what? My contract's up at the end of this year. Maybe it's time I, uh, move on. How do you think your shareholders would feel about that? 🤔

It's at this point that Stan stares down Homelander for a solid ten seconds. There's no words, but you can practically see what each is thinking:

Stan Edgar: Your significance to this company is actually less than you think it is. And I'm about to give you the rundown on how that is.

Homelander: 😳 Fuck.

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Now it's Stan's turn to assert his power over Homelander in this conversation.

Stan Edgar: What do you know about Frederick Vought? Homelander: Excuse me?

Stan Edgar: Frederick. Vought. Our esteemed founder. Homelander: Well, I don't know, um, not a lot, probably. I only read his autobiography...five times? 🤔 Stan Edgar: Not the self-serving bullshit that we peddle to the shareholders. The real story. 🤨

Homelander: Enlighten me. 🤨

Stan Edgar: Got his doctorate from Munich. 🇩🇪 Ahead of his time in genetics. Such the rising young star that in '39, Hitler appointed him chief physician at Dachau, where he enjoyed a ready supply of human subjects on which to test his earliest iterations of Compound V. For which we condemn in the strongest of possible terms. Early in '44, he felt the winds change, got spirited away to the Allies. When Oppenheimer was flailing with the bomb, Dr. Vought already had practical applications of Compound V tested in the field. Heroes like Soldier Boy, killing Germans by the dozen. So, Roosevelt pardoned him, and he became as "Wonder Bread American" 🇺🇸 as Disney and Edison.

Homelander: Well, this is a truly fascinating, if not slightly condescending lecture, but, um... I don't think I see the point, Stan. 🤨

Stan Edgar: The point is... that you are under a misconception that we are a "superhero company". We are not. What we are, really, is a pharmaceutical company. And you are NOT our most valuable asset. That would be our CONFIDENTIAL formula for Compound V. Which you, manchild that you are, released into the wild. 😒😠

----

Stan has effectively outlined how insignifcant Homelander is to him and Vought as a whole. Homelander's just a product to him. Moreover, as we'll learn in season 3, this has been Stan's line of thinking for decades, since he was the one who gave the green light to Payback betraying Soldier Boy so he could be replaced with Homelander. He believes that "real power... is the ability to bend the world to your will," and he's doing that here to lecture Homelander.

Homelander tries to bluff his way out, but Stan has that bluff covered.

Homelander: 😳 I don't know what you're talking about. 🤥

Stan Edgar: Well, let me remind you. You slipped Compound V to terrorists all over the globe to get you and your cronies into national defense. But maybe at the cost of destroying the whole company. 😂

----

At this, Homelander has enough of Stan and tries to get in his face to threaten him, but Stan stays perfectly unfazed and has no hesitation emphasizing that really, Homelander has no power in this conversation.

Homelander: I don't think I appreciate your tone, sir. 😡 Not much at all. 😠

Stan Edgar: And I don't appreciate that the FDA now knows about Compound V, or... that it's only a matter of time before the public finds out. While you're preening at the Golden Globes, we're busy running around like maniacs trying to clean up the mess you made. I don't have to consult you about Stormfront or anything else. 😠 Now... I believe you have a premiere of Tek Knight Lives to go to? 🤨

As you can see, this has clearly left Homelander knocked down a peg or three. He's blocked the whole world out and there's a clear buzzing in our ears as he leaves the office and he decides to go pay Ryan a visit.

Other Notes:

I feel in hindsight that Stan Edgar actually directly was hinting at Stormfront's true identity right here. I mean, Homelander barges into his office to complain about not getting to oversee Stormfront's appointment to the Seven, and the first thing Stan does is lecture him about Stormfront's husband, the founder of Vought?

I don't know when the writers decided to make Soldier Boy be Homelander's father, but that twist does in hindsight inform Stan's way of managing Homelander here. Stan was, after all, the one to sanction Homelander's creation using sperm procured from Soldier Boy, and he also is the one who authorized Payback to betray Soldier Boy to the Russians in 1984.

[writingsofwesteros]

Ohhh. Maybe we can see Harwin confronting his wife and them having to go to harrenhall cause of all the rumors?

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

ALWAYS SECOND CHOICE 

Gods, how could Criston of been so stupid, you thought to yourself as you tried to calm your racing heart. Thankfully, your children were too busy playing with Ali’s children and were distracted. You couldn’t even go to your knight in shining armour without it looking too suspicious. You weren’t like your sister.

You only kept your youngest with you; sat happily on your hip as you moved hastily towards the chambers. Your mind flashing back to the night you found out the truth and you hated how your heart stung still. No matter how much you pretended to Criston and everyone else that you were over the betrayal.

You could hear the voices of your husband and sister and you could imagine her tending to his wounds. You cooed down at your baby and completely missed the looks of pity coming your way. “Aren’t you a good boy?” You hummed and kept him closer as you moved towards the room.

You locked eyes with a knight and you hated the soft gulp he had. You were so thankful you knew the truth now; it was embarrassing. “Princess Y/N.” The guard announced your arrival and the silence that followed was amusing. “Thank you.” You whispered to the guard; as ever, always so polite. 

He bowed his head as you moved into the room. Rhaenyra had only moved slightly away from your husband. You noticed the slight shame move through her eyes before it was gone completely. You were about to step towards your husband when the running footsteps of Rhaenyra’s boys came to you.

“Oh hello.” You giggled out; genuinely happy to see them as you slowly knelt to their height. Your own baby babbling and burrowing into your neck. “Missed you Aunty.” Jace whispered and wrapped his arms around you. “I’ve missed you both too.” You hummed and became oblivious to the looks in the room.

Harwin’s heart broke as he watched you interact with all of his children. Gods, you were so gentle and sweet. He didn’t deserve you. The words Criston had tormented him with raced in his mind but he couldn’t believe them. You would never do this to him, right? You weren’t like him and would be so cruel.

Rhaenyra ducked her head if only for a moment. A soft smile came over her face at how you were with her children. Alicent obviously had not been able to taint you as she had originally thought. “Shouldn’t you be eating now?” You giggled and pressed a soft kiss to the top of their heads before standing. 

Laenor couldn’t stand being in the same room. What a mess it had all become, he thought to himself. If only he was brave enough to tell you the truth. “I’ll take them.” He tried to smile at you as your eyes met his own. Your heart ached at how many people were lying to you but you were a good actress.

“Of course.” You hummed and ruffled their little heads for a moment. “I have that book you were looking for.” You called after Leanor and his heart broke once more. He had asked you about it whilst trying to distract you from walking in on your husband and his wife. “Thank you.” He could only whisper.

“Thank you for looking after my husband.” You smiled softly at Rhaenyra as both of them nearly gulped. “Of course. Can’t have him suffering for too long.” You giggled with her and your heart ached once more at all the lies. “He’s handsome.” Rhaenyra whispered as you looked down at your son. He had his little fist in his hand. “Takes after his father.” You whispered; your mind towards Criston and your heart nearly skipped a beat at the mere through. Your sister became uncomfortable as she shared a look with Harwin. “Please can I be alone with my wife?” He gently asked.

A soft frown of confusion moved past you both. It was usually you who would ask to be alone with Harwin. “Of course.” Rhaenyra whispered and she took a moment to finally turn around and leave. You wondered if she had wanted to kiss him. Your mouth turned sour at the mere thought as you tried to fight off those emotions.

“You are not hurt?” You whispered; you genuinely did care and if you were projecting because you couldn’t go to Criston; who would know? “Of course not.” Harwin chuckled but it didn’t reach his eyes as he gently took the babe from your hold. Your fingers softly moved through his hair and out of his face.

A beat of silence moved past you both as you gently cleaned his hands. “Are these my children?” Harwin finally asked the question that had been eating him since the words were spoken to him. “Of course..” You locked eyes with him. The panic you felt must have just looked like confusion as the man in front of you calmed. “I don’t know why you would ask me this.” You whispered, ducking your head as you tried to calm yourself. “No..I’m sorry.” Harwin moaned to cup your face. Once upon a time, you would have leaned into his touch but those days had been gone for so long now. “Just stupid words from a pathetic knight.”

Your heart pounded into your ears. Criston had told him? Gods, that passionate man of yours was too impulsive for his own good. “Did he say anything else?” You whispered and pressed a soft kiss to his palm. “No..nothing else.” Harwin answered and you believed him. He rested his head on yours for a short moment.

“I think we should get away from this place.” Harwin whispered, maybe he could save his marriage. Save his soul for this guilt he carried. “My father wants to return to Harrenhall for a while.” He admitted and gently took your hand in his. “Your father has agreed.” He whispered to you.

Gods, there was no escaping this now, you thought to yourself. Your father would order you to go and there was nothing you could do about it. Like the inattentive husband he was; Harwin didn’t see the conflict on your face. “Of course.” You whispered out and took your son back against your chest to distract yourself.

“I should pack.” You tried to smile and thankfully Harwin was distracted by the injuries on his hand and only hummed. All the while your heart was breaking as you stepped away. The desire to see Criston was overwhelming but thankfully you were strong enough for the tears not to fall down your cheeks.

[just-a-tiny-goldfish]

You guys know something else that drives me crazy 👀 when they’re a couple but also not a couple….

Like get this you cuddle then you kiss them, maybe u guys get it one few times 👀 but neither one ever talks about it afterwards cause they don’t want to be the one to cement it or!!! Or! One of them wants it to happen but doesn’t know how the other feels so they choose to stay silent instead. Ugh and don’t get me started on practically living with each other but one of them still has their separate place they paying for even though they don’t even live there half the month🙄.

I KNOW THOUGH todoroki fully believes y’all are soon to be married like- imagine y’all never explicitly say you two are a thing- you are NO cheater but is not cheating when your not together-even if you wouldn’t mind being with Shouto-Like it even! BUT He’s a busy guy. Sure he buys you all sorts of expensive goodies but he’s rich? Isn’t that what people with money do? So why should you think you’re special. Sure you guys have gone and hidden from a few crowds just to get a quickie in after a mission but you know…adrenaline and shit! You’ve probs seen denki and minoru sneak off with a few girls after missions too so what’s the difference??? The difference is they probs wouldn’t get mad if one of their hook ups messed around with someone else. Imagine- you show up at one of your fancy hang outs at one of the newest restaurants (cause once again-he’s rich, all rich people just causally choose candle lit dinners as hang outs right?) sporting some fresh bruises on your neck from an imprompt make out session (cause who doesn’t want you) and why would you hide them? There’s no secrets between besties-Shouto looks absolutely floored, dumbfounded. Please this man is head empty, not processing what he’s seeing. And just abruptly stands up. Your like ??? Bro we just got here what happened? But damn he’s starting to look less confused and more pissed off and now you’re like 🙂…🙃…☹️? Until both of you are quite a bit away from the restaurant and prying eyes does he finally turn to you and Fuck he looks angry. ☹️☹️☹️. “ you cheated on me” ….what? Please, I feel so bad for everyone in this situation. You’re confused and hurt and upset cause wtf you had no idea Shouto even thought of you as anything other then a close friend and Shouto is obviously going through a breakdown and you just barely got him home before he started naming off every single instance he’s ever done something romantic with you-and yeah… okay now that he is making a list it’s pretty obvious-but look you genuinely didn’t know and even though his hurt is very real he can also tell you are being very much honest. It’s definitely going to take a while before you two are back to norm- oh no wait he’s at you’re apartment door the next day, those gourmet chocolates you live so much along with flowers and he’s definitely going to make sure you know this is him coming to you as more then a friend.

Bakugou- ohhhh bakugou. He’s definitely the childhood friends to lovers. Why? Cause I said so. You guys definitely had a little “she’s my girlfriend-no one can touch her” moment in elementary. Him picking you up little dandelions but only the poofy ones so you could pretend to make little explosions with him 🥺. You definitely didn’t go to the same middle school. Only cause he was a little shot and you for sure would have called him out on his behavior-nah, you guys would meet up after at parks and shit where he wound being you sodas and snacks and definitely still little dandelions. You guys get separated during his UA years, each of you go off to do your own thing and grow as your own person. Meet again at some point-a little before he’s super well known as a pro hero, maybe it’s all cute and shit at some park just after catching some low level villain. He sees you in the middle of some trees and wildflowers and he’s like damn they are familiar then he realizes the only flower u got out of the whole bunch is just a bunch of fluffy dandelion heads and he’s like !!!!!. Maybe at some point after y’all have reconnected and shit (and obvi you guys are close! You’ve known each other since you were kids!) it’s not weird for you guys to be comfortable with each other, hugging and cooking together(him cooking mostly💀), maybe the occasion kiss on the forehead or cheek-your apartment is part of a collapse after a villain attack and you’re all worried about having to find a new place-he’s like? “Are you fucking with me? Just move in already” (Aw how sweet! You’re friend let you move in with him while you search!💐) obviously this only brings you guys closer together and bakugou has the train of thought that-yeah, you guys are going steady. Right? Who cares if he’s the main one initiating the cheek, hand, forehead kisses-you’re just shy right? Everything is going great. At least he thought until “I found a new place!” “A new place for what?” Confused as fuck “ a new apartment!” You’re all giddy and he’s like huh? Did you not like his home or something? Is it the decor? But you practically run that department in the house? He’s basically let you run the WHOLE house? So what’s the issue, maybe you just want a bigger home? But if that’s the case? Why an apartment that’s a downgrade from the fucking 5 star house he’s got right here? “Why would we get a new apartment?” “Not we-just me?” Now you’re confused, why would he think that? While Bakugou is now currently rethinking every interaction he’s had with you in the past week-did he say something? Did he do something? Overstep? He doesn’t think so-he’s been respectful, patient, he’s HELD BACK doing certain things just to let you give him the go ahead even if you make uf difficult-especially with the way you’ve taken to wearing his shirts and boxers straight out of a shower- so what’s the issue? Eventually he just bites “what did I do?” And he’s so 🥺 cause he’s been trying. And you’re like “🙂????”

Izuku is def the one where he probs overheard about your commitment issues so his brillliant plan is to just never bring up the relationship even though both of you are clearly dating. He will gladly do all the pinning-pleaseeee ugh. Him coming over to your apartment almost everyday (gotta bring takeout with him too-less of a chance of being told to go home💀) and eventually you just expect him to be there and when he’s not you’ll text him like ‘ when you coming home’ and he melts cause you’re telling him to come home☹️🫶🏽 little sappy bitch. The first time you guys fall asleep in the same bed and waking up tangled together and him apologizing over and over cause shoot did he overstep??? But your like “ I love cuddles 🙄 chill dumbass” and that’s basically his green light to just become a teddy bear every time he stays over( which is a lot) -maybe one day y’all are out together shopping for groceries (Jesus just move in together guys🙄) and some of his friends show up and are like omg I didn’t know you had a girlfriend!!! And he’s sees you just stiffen and even though he doesn’t want to deny it he’ll gladly say “actually, we’re just friends!” Just to give you peace of mind but even after he can tell your uncomfortable with the whole encounter. Maybe you stay up late watching a movie, he offers to keep you company and you shoo him off “you got work tomorrow, you’re going to be tired” so he leaves for bed, tries to stay awake but even after he hears the movie end you don’t come. He wakes up and your side is still empty, you slept on the couch. He can’t shake the feeling it was on purpose. A week goes by and you guys finally got back to you’re regularly scheduled denial and pinning. Izuku had and interview with some fancy blog and he obviously invited you along and everything is peaches an cream and then the relationship question is asked and he can’t help but glance in your direction and your white as a ghost as the people there suddenly become aware of your presence-though you’ve been there the whole time. And he panics because it’s clear everyone here has come to the same conclusion on who you are. “it’s compli- no! I’m not in a relationship” but it doesn’t matter what he says cause you’re already out of that set. He has to wait another 3 hours before he’s allowed to go chase you down, cause the whole thing is live. And when he does he’s like “oh?” Cause your just outside the building waiting for him but you’re clearly not okay. So he’s all worried and trying to explain he didn’t think they were going to get all personal with him cause he really didn’t want a repeat of last time and you’re just like “are we not dating” (how the tables have flipped) just genuinely curious. And he’s like the 🙂? Cause if he could have said y’all were dating from the start? he would-shit, he would yell it from the roof top baby girl😤 he’s version of keeping it on the down low was basically living with you-get ready for an overbearing bf.

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Alright we're gonna do our first big compilation of my longass notes for a friend of the blogs fic, obviously we mUST start with The Thunder Answered Back by @spicymiilk

Fair warning, I would read the whole fic before reading my notes and laughing/crying along with me. I do think you can go chapter by chapter if you wish. Also a fair warning, I usually cull my notes before posting a fic comment; I really let myself go wild here. Proceed with caution.

Chapter one I didn't have too many notes bc I was deep in it and also there wasn't too too much cringe. Idk if this is well known about me, but I can watch like, hardcore porn or gore and not flinch. I used to watch Animal Planet vet shows while eating cheese its when I got home from school, just munching away while they did surgery on little puppies. But if you write even a tiny bit of cringe it takes me like 5 business days to recover. I fully cannot look at the screen. I will leave the room if an awkward conversation happens in my tv show. I also can't not react to cuteness as well. These notes were mental escapes a lot of the time in this fic, like mother of GOD I want to die even imagining these conversations. Mortifying. Anyways.

Unhinged things I would say on the google doc but here!

DIALOGUE, dialogue, dialogue, dialogue. It can make or break a piece and it CARRIED in this one. It's so very cringe and realistic lol. Dialogue is usually the hardest for writers but I don't think our man here has this problem lol.

Great setting as well, I can feel the heat. A setting you can physically feel is so immersive, it sucks you right in, and my ass has never been to Italy but I've been on a dock and I've been in a hot thunderstorm and I can feel it all.

Obsessed with the way Spider steps into the house and Neytiri's like "dinner, gayboy??" like she was on his ass instantly skskskks. HER LITTLE SLIGHTS AT HIM?? EXPLAIN, LOL. WHAT DID THE CHILD DO? Reminds me of the time my friends mom asked me to stop calling her Chris and I didn't understand why and just blurted back "Okay, Chris." It's just so funny to me when she hates Spider in modern fics, because there's no systemic context it's just her beefing with a small child oddly lol. Having read the whole fic now, it's just Quarich's racism connection, I believe.

I am obsessed with the plight of the boys. Obviously Spider needs to leave, but I'm hoping Lo'ak escapes the military industrial complex lol. I'm so torn. I had Sully fam on the brain, and I wanted Spider's continuing relationship with them all so badly. Maybe I simply need for them to ask Spider to stay with them? Like "live with us for a year buddy, get yourself ready for college. You can do anything king but also ur part of the family, now go deflower our son."

Here is that clarifying question I asked: Did Kiri and Spider have sex??? Or did Mandy tell her about Spider's dick? OR BOTH? I simply could not figure that out. Also missed opportunity to name that character Ninat for the lols. The next generation of Ninat's beefing with and over Sully men.

Now that you've given me my answer, truly hilarious comedic content for everyone around.

Kiri, at night: want to hear about Spider’s dick?

Lo’ak, charcoal and paper out, ready to create an impressive sketch: ew, no, go ahead.

Chapter two, FUCK OFF Jeytiri flirting karaoke is adorable, that’s hilarious. The whole scene made my heart happy bUT NOT HAPPY ENOUGH not enough comfort I need more of it.

Spider turning to Lo’ak who's aLREADY LOOKING AT HIM cause they’re both like “oh you mentioned love, let me look at my best friend,” I’ll die.

Lo’ak literally BEGGING Spider to sing so he can swoon in the corner. I love this headcanon that seems to be cropping up of Spider being like a really good singer, it's very interesting to me.

JAKE UNDERSTANDING SPIDER I’ll die. Jake’s adopted that child you can’t convince me otherwise. Dude, even Neytiri fucking sees him as part of the family, I’ll scream. The tooth gem thing??? Iconic. Loved it. She’s giving Spider specifically cookies??? I’ll die. She's included him in all their shit. Not just anyone can do family game night karaoke. The karaoke, I am obsessed. Adorable. The Kiri and Lo’ak banter means the world to me. Their limp wrist agenda, the limp wrist bullying. What will he do when he can’t hold that against her? She must be unbearable to him in return when Spider isn't there. We love a homophobic gay. It's like what I said about my roommate i slept with twice (who follows me on here and we all better hope doesn't perceive this post); "I only get offended when SHE calls me slurs because I know then it comes from a place of true homophobia."

Kiri is literally begging Spider to understand Lo’ak wants him. BEGGING LO’AK TO UNDERSTAND SPIDER WANTS HIM. Kiri trying not to die at how obvious they both are. Kiri, going to beat the shit out of Lo’ak for asking about Mandy of all people bc of how far he's gone to avoid learning about that. I STILL AM UNCLEAR AS TO IF HIS ASS ACTUALLY DIDN'T KNOW SPIDER BROKE UP WITH MANDY OR HE WAS JUST BEING AN ASS.

Also fuck u for underestimating the importance of Tuk to Spider, he wants Tuk to remember him please I swear.

Also I have noted you have hinted at Spider’s praise kink. I can see it clearly. Nothing more will be said on that topic, but sometimes a praise kink simply makes sense for a character.

'IT COMES OUT MORE LIKE GAY' that was just for me, I know. So was Ninat's kid, obviously. Now that it's cONFIRMED for me I love to know that I am the target audience of all locorro fics ever.

Spider: *calls Lo’ak baby and gets embarrassed*

Lo’ak: *rebooting*

Lol Spider punching Lo’ak for saying slurs is so funny. Lo’ak's like if I say it I ain’t it, and that's on falling for the guy that is punching me for saying the slurs.

This little "I knew" reveal was CERTAINLY not what I was expecting. Not at all. A delightful little twist huh? A little trope subversion? AN EXPLICIT DRUNK CONFESSION IS SO HEART-WRENCHINGLY AWFUL OH MY GOD. WHAT HAPPENED THEN WHAT DID THEY D O I MUST KNOW. "It’s not a big deal bc I… like u too obviously lol." That's the end of the sentence and the end of the communication. I was driven insane by that, I just finished XO Kitty, worst show ever, and I was reminded how much I despise when communication would solve legit every problem but it's handled realistically here. Communication is so hard for the boys Kiri will throw hands. And I brought your inhaler with me obvs cause I’m in love with you.

I’m sad about an asthmatic fist fight but it’s so appropriate. I am sad tho. I am a hurt/COMFORT bitch where is my COMFORT. I don't think my body is ready for a nocorro fic from u @spicymiilk my blog is about to become all comforting headcanons and we're going to ignore the plethora of Hunger Games ones I got today.

Now we have to sit here in this world where Lo'ak thought Spider was emotionally(?) cheating on Mandy with him if he thought they were still dating, the fucking clown idiot fool.

FINALLY, for the third and final chapter, with some bonus answers Andrei has given to my demanding all caps questions.

I’m so mean, I’m laughing at the idea of Kiri waking up at an ungodly 7:34am to Lo’ak ugly crying over Spider’s fake bed on the floor like he’s gone off and died in the war. She’s just like the pizza box community meme like uhhhh. Now I know this must happen oFTEN so I again figure that she must have gotten really good at sleeping through his ugly sobbing.

JHUST FUCKING LEAVE QUARITCH THIS IS SO ANNOYING GET OUT OF MY PLOT I’M TRYNA SEE KIRI’S TEXTS, ugh I'm so biased I despised how much he was in this chapter he should choke I wish asthma was contagious. Although, for some reason Quaritch calling Spider Lo’ak’s wife did things to me personally, The sweet homosexual love line then took me out back and popped me (I mean this in a like, Italian mafia putting me down outside way and not like, doing poppers outside a club although for some reason both are giving the same energy).

Neytiri murdering Spider for both turning her son gay and also making him sad can be something so personal. I still am in denial of every universe where she doesn't like him, and in this one I just love the idea of them slinking back to Italy having eloped or some shit where Spider now has to build that relationship but now having deflowered and stolen her son in the night. Hilarious. They must bond over talking about how stupid he is. They're so similar, how can the people with Jake and his clone not be.

Lol I also forgot Lo’ak got a black eye, that makes Kiri’s texts earlier so much funnier. Kiri was like they made out so hard he was struck with love. Developed a bruise. His gayness punched him in the face.

SPIDER KILL YOURSELF IM IN YOUR ROOM KICK YOUR DAD OUT IS SO FUNNY TO ME THE KYS SPECEFICALLY KILELD ME.

Oh my god the crying was all a lie, a fantasy, I’m so disappointed. More realistic, sure, but still. I am unclear as to if it was rEAL.

I had the cunt thing spoiled for me when I was catching up on posts I missed; never did I imagine lol. Almost as hilarious as Lo’ak telling Spider to die because he didn’t look at him, gay.

Spackle covering the hole in the wall, hmm, I wonder who punched that there?? Also abusive Quaritch giving romantic advice is making me want to puke up all my organs. I know Andrei says say the hole in the wall was nothing, but you can't have an abusive dad character and then mention a hole in the wall and nOT have us thinking that Quaritch punched a hole in the wall. Every reader is gonna think that.

Lol those Kiri texts and what she says is sO MEAN god I totally get why she did it but omg way to ruin a man over something that is not his decision or his fault. She’s just so so mad about the gays being dumb. Can’t believe she finally coughed up this info. Also the way Quaritch could probably hear all this through the wall makes me wanna die.

Speaking of Quaritch, what an interesting portrayal of their relationship. As a Quaritch hater, there's very few fics where I don't just fully skip long interactions with him. I gotta have really been sucked into the world, and I was with this one. I can't tell what of my feelings on the characters have made me biased on the relationship and what are my feelings on what the text portrayed. The feeling of too late in their relationship is there, overwhelmingly and devastatingly, but part of me found myself unconvinced by the attempts from Quartich. I literally can't tell if it's my own bias (most likely) or if it's my own lack of explicit background knowledge.

What we do learn of the past we learn in fragments, passing lines from Spider's internal monologue. They aren't the focal point of the story, but they are deeply important to the world created, and it leaves me with a feeling like I'm in an unfinished paint by numbers; I don't quite have the full picture. (Again, as I always say to you in my beta notes Andrei, these are incredibly harsh comments for fic. It's just good enough I'm treating it as though it's more lol (bc it can be)).

As to why everyone is finding Kiri mean; yeah she's neurospicy and we do clearly get the vibe that they talk to each other in this way, this casual banter that doesn't really mean anything. That being said, casual "kill yourself" or like "this is all your fault" and shit like that when the character is clearly upset and angry comes across as serious. Knowing Kiri as a character I didn't think she was, but reading it took me aback because as a standalone I don't have that context. In arguments and serious moments those words pack a punch, especially to a reader in such close third as we are with Spider in this one. We are WITH him and seeing only his thoughts and perspectives, his hurt is front and center so it's easy to feel hurt and defensive as a reader. I digress.

Lo’ak’s like every man in a crime show calling his wife to hear her voice one last time before he goes to to the dangerous mission and almost dies. He's like "I'll hear Spider's breathing and then know the US military is the way for me." Spider, the barrier between Lo’ak and the goddamn US military. That’s so funny to me. This is another reason to feel confused by Kiri's vitriol; it's not Spider's fault what Lo'ak chooses to do with his life and it is unfair to blame him. One line of her doing it I get, but she does it several times and the only excuse we get for her is from Spider.

Kiri is better than me I’m an awful secret keeper. But also maybe she could’ve coughed that bad boy up earlier, huh?

Tbh tho, on a serious writing note; it’s so well written because from the beginning we know exactly what is happening. They both like each other and Kiri knows both sides. That was obvious to me. You tell us from the get go that Spider is leaving when he turns 18, and that Lo’ak is leaving to join the military, WE KNOW WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN. And yet the train chugs on and each event sets it in motion instead of derailing it, leaving us with an inevitable tragedy we all saw coming. Well done. If I was giving line edits on a publishable work, I’d say speed up the timeline. Make the whole fic (so excluding prior events like the party) all happen like. A few days before Spider leaves. I want to feel it all in real time, up close, as it happens. No breaks in time. I also want that memory convo with Lo’ak earlier lol, so that the realization of it can hit later. And honestly, if it wasn’t fic I’d leave it with the Kiri and Spider convo. No happy ending. BUT NOW LET ME GO READ MY WELL DESERVED HAPPY ENDING. U would've been SICK for not including one.

Extremely uncommon fanfiction Jake Sully W here. It should be more common I am an unapologetic stan.

Them going to find each other is so funny to me. Kiri was personally sending them on a wild goose chase as revenge.

OH THERE IT IS THE COMMON JAKE SULLY L. Although driving your gay ass son to do an airport rom com moment at 5:45am is actually quite the parenting w, where the fuck was Neytiri she would’ve been much more efficient. I mean she wouldn't have let him go, but she would've been efficient about it.

The idea of Lo’ak making his final decision to go to the military earlier in the day and then not actually doing it until he wakes Jake up at 2am makes me cackle. Jake: you go get that dick son, your mother can kill us both later.

ALSO WHY’S HE PULLING HIS SHIRT COLLAR SO HIGH, HMMM, ANDREI??? Showing up to meet his grandmother absolutely dEFILED. Does Lo'ak even have a change of clothes, that monster.

It’s 2:18am (when I originally write this), I have work tomorrow as I do literally every day of the week, and I’m just smiling to myself at this shit. Criticism: not enough of them being happy and also I didn’t get to learn what depraved things Spider wanted to do to Lo’ak that he drunkenly told him about that Lo’ak then had to live with torturing himself (and Kiri) over for months.

Andrei's response on what Spider drunkenly said to Lo'ak for the people: The depraved things are as follows— spider sat his ass in Lo’ak’s lap, completely and utterly gone, and waved poetry about Lo’ak’s long and strong fingers for at least ten minutes. He also made sure to mention his borderline tank top kink. Lo’ak definitely did not internalize that

I just have to say; I should've expected that. Those two gay ass losers to simply lose their minds over tHAT, which is like nOTHING. A REGULAR CONVERSATION I'D DARE SAY. ONE OF THE FIRST CONVERSATIONS I HAD WITH ONE OF MY ROOMMATES WAS ABOUT HER HAND KINK, SO I RECIPROCATED BY SAYING I THOUGHT THE DWARVES IN LOTR HAD GOOD HANDS. LO'AK WAS DEAD, SIMPLY MURDERED, A BLUSHING FOOL OVER THAT.

Lo'ak, stumbling into his and Kiri's room: Spider confessed his love for me and said... depraved things.

Kiri: OH MY GOD WHAT DID HE SAY.

Lo'ak: He said he likes my tank tops... I can barely speak of it out loud.

Kiri: Oh. 🙄

Also lowkey Kiri has to be enraged they’re normal now that they’re away from her. ALSO DOESN’T THAT BITCH LO’AK HAVE SCHOOL?? Hilarious all around. Lo’ak brings Spider back because they cannot be apart and then keeps him in his and Kiri’s room for the next year until he finishes high school. They see how long they can go without Quaritch finding out Spider’s nearby. Kiri hates them so much, especially now that they fuck in her space.

Andrei said in response to this: Lo’ak finished school in Florida!! Pulled a fast one on the school system and said hey I’m smart enough to finish like two classes here. Kiri didn’t speak to EITHER of them for months. Neytiri would call to check up and Kiri would be whining in the background about how she’s betraying her

They make up when Spider saves up to get her a ticket to visit them for a summer 🤸

The idea of Lo'ak never returning is so funny to me in so many ways. First of all, Spider dropping him off and picking him up like he's the sexy older boyfriend in every romcom ever. Second, the idea of Spider bullying him for having to go to school still. Three, they just squat with Spider's grandma, and she's like god I expected one gay loser not TWO. Four, Neytiri calling to check up just resulting in her and Spider both bitching about Lo'ak and Kiri respectively here is how the Neytiri and Spider fanboys can win-

Also, the idea of someone having to tell Neteyam about this makes me want to cry real tears of laughter. He’s in his first semester of college someone free him.

Andrei said: Let neteyam live in blissful ignorance. He knew Lo’ak was a raging homosexual for their entire lives and the second he saw spider he was like. Oooohhh okay. And then he never looked again the mental strength required to deal with it was just too much

Kiri, on facetime: so Lo'ak followed Spider-

Neteyam, opening a textbook in his Harvard dorm room or some shit:

[dmwrites]

The pool party was already bumping by the time Pearl got there. She nodded her head in time to the music as she ascended the stairs. She meandered through the crowd and looked out over the pool. This was such a strange event, having everyone, even the red lifes, hanging out.

Something odd caught her eye all of a sudden. One of the blocks at the bottom of the pool were missing. She could hardly see, but it looked blatantly like some kind of trap.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Pearl snorted. “That’s so obviously a trap. Are you seeing this?” She turned to the person next to her, Etho, but Etho was busy talking in low tones to Joel. “Martyn, do you see the hole in the pool or is it just me haha?” She walked through the crowd to Martyn, who was just holding a drink and bobbing his head to the music. He turned away from her and wandered over to Impulse at the grill.

Pearl frowned. Okay, maybe two of the people who probably hated her the most were bad ideas for confidants. She looked back at the pool, just to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. No, there was still that hole, and bubbles were coming from it now. She had to tell someone about it- she had a bad feeling it wasn’t something good.

“Bdubs! Hey!” She slid through the crowd to Bdubs, who was looking off towards someone behind her with a frown. “Hey, Bdubs! There’s a hole in your pool! I think it could be dangerous!” For a second, Pearl could have sworn that Bdubs looked at her. She stood right in front of him, she knew he could see her. “Bdubs?”

“Hey...”

Pearl felt a weight lift off of her shoulders. “Oh my god finally someone who will talk-”

“Hey! Hey! Get away from those bushes, Grian! Do you know how long it took me to clip those things! Don’t you pull out a flint and steel!” Bdubs wailed and pushed his way through the crowd to apprehend Grian.

“What is going on?” Pearl asked out loud. She turned on the spot, surrounded by people who might as well be walls, the way they were acting. All involved in their activities and conversations, no one even looking her way. A panic was rising in her, and in desperation she looked for someone who liked her- only to realize that no one really did.

At the edge of the house, against a wall, were Jimmy and Tango, who were admiring the mid-century modern house. And people who didn’t outright hate her- right? She went right up to them.

“See, you’d never expect snow-” Tango was saying.

Pearl interrupted. “Guys there’s something fishy with the pool.”

The two went silent, and she made eye contact with Jimmy for a moment, who grimaced and awkwardly looked away.

Tango cleared his throat. “Like, I’ve known him for a while, you know, and its always the materials you never-”

“Tango! Jimmy! I know you can hear me!”

“-never expect, and it looks good somehow.” Tango powered on. Pearl stood there for a moment, mouth hanging open and heart racing.

It was desperation, pure panic that pulled her voice back to her body and got her moving again.

“PLEASE LISTEN TO ME! Something bad is going to happen! I just know it! There’s a hole in the pool!” She screamed, and still no one heard her. She went from person to person now, grabbing at their clothes. No one looked at her, no one even jumped at her screams.

“Am I even real?” Her shaking hands flew to her own clothes, feeling for her flushed skin. If every touch felt real, then why did this seem like a nightmare?

And then, a hand on her arm.

Pearl gasped, grabbing it, and found Scott looking right at her with that special frown he reserved just for her.

“Pearl.”

Pearl could have cried in pure relief. “Scott! There’s a-”

“Stop screaming. You’re embarrassing yourself.” And with that, Scott freed his hand and firmly turned around to talk to Cleo.

“I-” Pearl let her sentence vanish into a sad little noise and let the unsympathetic crowd swallow her.

And when the zombies came out of the hole in the pool, spurned on by the mad red Ren, all she felt was numbness. She stood on the hill and watched her friends die. And still, no one ever acknowledged her existence, her cries, or her truths. Not a single person even looked her way.

[victorianpining]

A Compilation of the Word “Love” on BBC Sherlock:

“I never get cabs.” “I love you.”

“He loved his family and his work.

“We’ve got ourselves a serial killer. Love those. There’s always something to look forward to.”

“He does love to be dramatic.” “Well thank God you’re above all that.”

“I love the brilliant ones. They’re always so desperate to get caught.”

“I’ve been on your website, too. Brilliant stuff! Loved it!”

“Ooh you’re going to love this.” “Love what?”

“I know how people think. I can see it all like a map inside my head. Everyone’s so stupid, even you. Or maybe God just loves me.”

“She took the kids, but you still love them and it still hurts.”

“Bitterness is a paralytic. Love is a much more vicious motivator.“

“Er, I mean, I'd love to go out of an evening and wrestle a few Chinese gangsters, you know, generally, but a girl can get too much.“

“Oh, sorry, love! You two had a little domestic?”

“Do you want some breakfast?” “Love some.” “Yeah well you’d better make it yourself cause I’m gonna have a shower.”

““You like the funny cases don’t you? The surprising ones.” “Obviously.” “You’ll love this. That explosion...”

“The owner loved these. Scrubbed them clean, whitened them where they got discolored. Changed the laces three.... no, four times.”

“He loved these shoes, remember. He’d never leave them filthy.”

“Lucy, love, I’ve got to go out. I’ve gotta see someone.”

“People don’t like telling you things, but they love to contradict you.”

“Too busy to get away. My wife would love it though, bit of sun.”

“You look pasty, love!“

“That's the brother. No love lost there, if you can believe the papers.“ “So I gather. I've just been having a very fruitful chat with people who loved this show. Fan sites – indispensable for gossip.”

“Oh, should I speak now? Alex? Love, it's Professor Cairns. Listen, you were right. You were bloody right! Give us a call when...“

“Oh, hi, Luce. You okay, love?“

“In the planetarium, you heard it too, oh that is brilliant that is gorgeous!” “What’s brilliant? What is?” “This is beautiful, I love this!”

“So take this as a friendly warning, my dear. Back off. Although I have loved this – this little game of ours. Playing Jim from IT. Playing gay. Did you like the little touch with the underwear?”

“Oh, and somebody loves you. If I had to punch that face I’d avoid your nose and teeth too.”

“I have a long and arduous apology to make to a very old friend.” “Do give her my love.”

“She sent this to my address and she loves to play games.”

“Because this was textbook. The promise of love, the pain of loss, the joy of redemption. Then give him a puzzle and watch him dance.”

“I can’t take all the credit. Had a bit of help. Jim Moriarty sends his love.”

“I imagine John Watson thinks love is a mystery to me but the chemistry is incredibly simple and very destructive.”

“I’ve always assumed that love is a dangerous disadvantage. Thank you for the final proof.”

“I love the blog too, Doctor Watson.”

“Oh, Mr. Holmes. I would love to tell you but then, of course, I’d have to kill you!”

“Oh, you know I’d love to. I’d love to give you unlimited access to this place. Why not?!”

“He loves his job; proud of it and this is work related.“

“I just like to watch them all competing. ‘Daddy loves me the best!’ Aren’t ordinary people adorable? Well, you know, you’ve got John. I should get myself a live in one.” “Why are you doing all this?”

“I’d love to know where she got her information.”

“I read it in the paper so it must be true. I love newspapers. Fairy tales. And pretty Grimm ones too.”

“He said I used to work in the navy where I had an unhappy love affair.”

“And you really thought he was the one, didn’t you? The love of your life?”

“I had a lovely day. I’d love to... I just... um...” “Oh, congratulations, by the way.”

“Sit down, love.” “Oh, thanks.”

“You’d have to be an idiot not to see it. You love it.” “Love what?”

“To John and Mary. All good wishes for your special day. With love and many big... big squishy cuddles, from Stella and Ted.”

“Mary, lots of love, poppet. Oodles of love and heaps of good wishes from CAM.”

“Love, love, love, love, love, bit of a theme, you get the gist.”

“I want to be up there with the two people that I love and care about most in the world.”

“All emotions, and in particular love, stand opposed to the pure, cold reason I hold above all things.”

“So know this today you sit between the woman you have made your wife and the man you have saved. In short the two people who love you most in all this world.”

“Oscillation on the pavement always means there’s a love affair.”

“To be honest, I’d loved to have... gone further.”

“Er. Love monkey.”

“Free love nest.”

“Weddings are great! Love a wedding.” “What’s he doing?” “Something’s wrong.”

“I love dancing, I’ve always loved it.”

“Loves to exaggerate, you should try living with him.”

“How dare you betray the love of your friends? Say you’re sorry.”

“Oh, could you be a love and put some coffee on?”

“Sherlock. She loves you.” “Yes, like I said. Human error.”

“You’re gonna love being dead, Sherlock. No one ever bothers you.”

“I’ll give your love to John and Mary.”

“Spare any change, love?” “No.” “Oh come on, love. Don’t be like all the rest.”

“John you are addicted to a certain lifestyle. You are abnormally attracted to dangerous situations and people so is it truly such a surprise that the woman you’ve fallen in love with conforms to that pattern?”

“If you love me don’t read it in front of me.” “Why?” “Because you won’t love me when you’ve finished.”

“Because Sherlock Holmes has made one enormous mistake which will destroy the lives of everyone he loves and everything he holds dear.”

“I just love your little soldier face. I’d like to punch it.”

“I just love doing this. I could do this all day.”

“Give my love to Mary. Tell her she’s safe now.”

“Only those within this room, code names Antarctica, Langdale, Porlock, and Love will ever know the whole truth.

“Love ginger nuts.”

“I always know when the game is on. Do you know why? Because I love it.”

“Molly, Mrs. H. We would love you to be Godparents.”

“I mean, he loves a really tricky case.”

“That’s enough now, love. Daddy has things to do, I’m afraid.”

“Seems to me we put an awful lot of faith in they. Well I’ve got something they would dearly love if we could only get out of here.”

“Oh, good. I love an acronym. All the best secret societies have them.”

“I don’t want you and Sherlock hanging off my gun arm, I’m sorry, my love.”

“I love, you love, he loves. What?”

“Six years ago you held the brief for foreign operations, code name Love.” “And you’re basing all this on a code name? On a whispered voice on the telephone?”

“Culverton’s doing a visit. The kids would love to meet you both.”

“I love his blog, don’t you?”

“I was just saying I love your blog.”

“Oh my God, I love your blog.”

“You should be wearing the hat, the kids would love the hat.”

“We all love the queen don’t we? And I bet she’d love you lot.”

“H.H. Holmes loved the dead.”

“Oh my God! Sherlock Holmes! I love your blog!”

“So here’s a few things you need to know about the man we both love.”

“But if you’re rich or famous and loved it’s amazing what people are prepared to ignore.”

“She’s a big fan, you know? Loves my blog.”

“Ooh, the posh boy loves the dominatrix. He’s never knowingly under cliched is he?”

“Silly name, isn’t it? Greek. It means “the east wind.” My parents loved silly names.”

“Because I could make you laugh, I loved it when you laughed.”

“Oh he recorded lots of little messages for me before he died. Loved it. Did you know his brother was a stationmaster? I think he was always jealous.”

“So it’s for somebody who loves somebody.” “It’s for somebody who loves Sherlock. This is all about you, everything here. So who loves you? I’m assuming it’s not a long list.”

“Molly, please, without asking why just say these words.” “What words?” “I love you.”

“Say it. Say it like you mean it.” “... I love you. I love you. Molly, please!” “I love you.”

“I am lost. Help me brother. Save my life before my doom. I am lost without your love. Save my soul, seek my room.”

“There is a last refuge for the desperate, the unloved, the persecuted, there is a final court of appeal for everyone. When life gets too strange, too impossible, too frightening, there is always one last hope.”

[lifesver]

@quietevasions said: seven bodies in her small apartment, seven voices overlapping in lively conversation. six happy kids surrounding the seventh to sing a song. “happy birthday to you~” they all sang in unison, as julie came into the living room holding a cake in both hands. a small cake, homemade by her and maria, the blue candles all amounting to leland's age. “make a wish, babe.” she cooed warmly, smiling at him over the flickering flames. a hush fell over the room and julie set the cake down on the low coffee table in fron of him and she retreated back to the couch to fit herself between sonny and danny. julie may have been a little excited for her gifts, most of them just little trinkets and things that reminded her of him, a leather bracelet, a few new shirts, a watch and a few books she thought he'd enjoy. what she was really excited for was what was in the kitchen waiting for him, she leaned forward and rubbed leland's shoulder affectionately, planting a kiss to the top of his head. “there's a make your own sundae set up in the kitchen, birthday boy goes first. then we'll open presents.” after all what was a birthday party without ice cream?

this was the kind of attention leland would normally have the inclination to duck away from. like when someone told the waiter it was your birthday, and everyone in the restaurant suddenly had to be involved. but he thinks, too, that maybe he's never been more comfortable than he is, right now. surrounded by his friends. their varying degrees of enthusiasm in the collective performance of ' happy birthday ' — with julie and maria obviously leading. ana and sonny respectfully in the appropriate middle ground. and danny and connie, more in the realm of technically participating, at the legally-mandated level. the julie-crawford-enforced level.

leland appreciates it anyway.

and his ' you really didn't have to do any of this' broken-record-type deflections are quickly shut down by julie, again, as she places a cake down in front of him. he imagines the girls must have worked together, putting all this together for him. he thinks it's probably the most he's ever liked one of his birthdays.

' make a wish, babe. '

leland blinks. oh, yeah. he hesitates, shoots a glance across his friends faces, all illuminated in the orange glow of the candles. one wish was pretty serious pressure. it's no wonder people in stories managed to mess this kind of thing up with a magic lamp and three. but — if he had to wish for one thing, and be totally selfish about it... he guesses it would be to feel this way, for as long as he was allowed to. to always have these friends, laughing in the glow of little embers, in his life, making things feel easy, for once.

leland gets a jostle of encouragement on the shoulders, and he laughs softly, taken out of his thoughts. then he leans, makes a show of taking a deep breath, and blows out the candles. and the fanfare resumes — comfortable chatter, everyone flopping back down on the couch or the carpet or wherever. easy.

' what'd you wish for? ' sonny asks him, after a moment, as the party-clamour settles down. leland waggles a brow;

❝ i wished for a pony, obviously. ❞ he answers, in the utmost-seriousness, of course. which he's hassled for, by the girls, on the basis of ' you're not actually supposed to tell us what you wish for, dummy ', and ' it's bad luck. '

sonny sagely offers a; ' true, ' and makes a morose cheers'ing motion with his beer. ' now you're getting no pony, man. '

then, julie swings by him amidst her busy party-hosting duties, to place a kiss atop his head. and his pout is short-lived;

❝ — i get ice cream, though. which is almost as good. ❞

[divine-donna]

eddie munson relationship head canons

i binged stranger things season 4 and i’ve fallen in love with eddie, the charming man he is. so here are some relationship head canons i have in mind with him. i’d imagine (y/n) to be about two years younger than eddie in this specific scenario. regardless by season 4, (y/n) is 18.

you and eddie munson had history. you were aware of each other’s existences because you lived nearby his trailer at forest hills trailer park. you were wondering what he was listening to on one spring day. “you can come listen with me if you want.” that was your introduction to metal music.

after he introduced you to metal music, he also introduced you to his favorite game: dungeons and dragons. you were very much into it as someone who had a vivid imagination and d&d gave you a great outlet to unleash all of your pent up creativity.

even after your family moved out of the trailer park and to a house when your dad got a better job, you didn’t stop hanging out with eddie. you would bike over to meet up with him.

then your mom said she didn’t want you hanging out with him anymore when you were in middle school. when you asked why, she didn’t say anything other than “he’s a bad influence!”

that could be further from the truth.

“typical. i’m not surprised.” eddie leans against the chair. you had snuck out to meet up with him. by now, you’ve developed a fool proof plan to never get caught.

“i don’t get it. now because they move they’re suddenly worried about fitting in with the other families?” you shake your head.

“you can change the outside. but you will never change what’s in here.” he points to where your heart is.

“i would never. freaks for life?” you put your fist out.

eddie bumps his with yours. “freaks for life.”

that promise did not last very long.

being bullied was not easy for you. your peers would call you a variety of names that made you want to cry. you stopped counting how many nights you cried yourself to sleep.

some people even had the audacity to question your sexuality. it wasn’t any of their business who you were attracted to.

“don’t listen to any of them. they don’t know what they’re talking about.” eddie reassured. “they’re conformists. they don’t have a single original thought unlike you.” he gently places his hand on the top of your head. “your mind is gorgeous and they can’t comprehend how amazing it is. and how amazing you are.”

you felt a warm and fuzzy feeling fill your body. “thanks eddie. i really needed it.” you wipe away your tears.

“should we continue with planning this campaign?”

“obviously.” you roll your eyes sarcastically before laughing.

except the pressure became too much for you. you said fuck it to being bullied and threw in the towel.

the summer between your freshman and sophomore year of high school, you bought new clothes, new products to use for your hair. on top of that, you had plans to start joining more...mainstream clubs, doing more mainstream hobbies.

you had completely reinvented yourself over the summer and everyone could not stop looking at you when you walked into the hallways on that first day of school. even steve harrington couldn’t resist talking to you.

“you know (y/n), you’re so funny. you should totally come to tomorrow’s party.” steve leaned against the lockers.

“party?” you would never think about getting invited to a party. it would never happen with the old you. the...immature you.

“tommy hagan’s party. maybe you’ll even put some sense into his head and get him and carol to stop making out twenty-four-seven.” he stands up straight. “i’ll see you tomorrow night, ‘kay!” he begins walking away before turning around. “do you need me to pick you up?”

“oh yeah. silly me. i haven’t gotten my license yet.” you sigh.

“alright. you can tell me your address later in english!”

you sigh dreamily. you didn’t have a crush on steve. but damn. he was just...addicting? was that the right word? you couldn’t take your eyes off of him, remove yourself from the conversation. he was just so charismatic!

“um what the fuck?” a hand touched your shoulder, turning you around. you hadn’t seen eddie all summer because you were busy.

“eddie! hey! i haven’t see you in a while.” you look around to make sure no one notices you talking to eddie munson of all people.

“i see you’re busy being all cozy with steve harrington. and you completely switched up on dressing. and you haven’t talked to me all summer.” he crosses his arms.

“well...i just needed some alone time. and i also went on vacation.” which was true. very true. “and there’s nothing wrong with steve-”

“he’s a douchebag (y/n). you know this. i know this.”

“well i don’t actually know because i didn’t really talk to him-”

“also what’s up with you joining track?” he purses his lips.

“i just wanted a new hobby. you know. i have d&d but i thought something at school would just be...better.”

“sure. i’ll see you at lunch.” he didn’t sound too happy.

sadly, it didn’t take too long for you two to grow distant. you were tired of being bullied. that’s why you decided to join the popular crowd, become friends with the likes of chrissy cunningham and jason carver. people that eddie hated with a burning passion. you didn’t understand why. jason was...cool. (well he had a lot of things to work on) chrissy was genuinely nice. the two of you bonded and you learned a lot about her, her home life, and how unbearable her mother was. there was a genuine bond between the two of you.

and eventually, you hid away your d&d books, threw away your character sheets, and stopped talking to eddie overall. aside from school of course where you developed a bit of a...mean streak.

you didn’t mean to. it was peer pressure that got to you, the influence of other people. but eddie felt his heart drop to his stomach when he heard the malice laced in your voice as you called him and his friends, “freaks!”

it was a clear sign of projection. but also he got it. he understood. and he wouldn’t push it.

you didn’t want to interact with him. so he wouldn’t.

things really changed once billy hargrove came to town.

he was the new popular kid. and you heard him say things you didn’t agree with on a moral standpoint. well, it wasn’t even a moral standpoint.

you left that crowd. and in your attempt to stop being bullied, you lost yourself. you didn’t know who you were anymore. and that was your first priority: finding yourself again.

of course after being dragged into defeating the monsters that haunted hawkins.

senior year at hawkins high felt...different. probably because you had come to terms with the side of you you shut out. the “immature” side of you.

the unfortunate circumstances of chrissy’s death brought you to reunite with eddie. and he didn’t expect to see you with steve, dustin, robin, and max.

“of all people. (y/n) (l/n).” he scoffs as he opens a can of beer. “i didn’t think you would come looking for me. outside of hunting me down for playing a fantasy game.”

“well of course i was worried about you. why wouldn’t i be?”

“you made it perfectly clear how you felt these last two years.”

it was awkward for the rest of the group, noticing the tension between you two. and eddie was pretty hostile towards you. he begrudgingly talked to you since you were one of the few people willing to interact with him.

he did wish it was you chasing him rather than jason carver and his friends though.

everything changed when you...well, willingly jumped after your friends into the upside down. seeing you jump down after robin and nancy gave him the reality check he needed. it was stupid to hold a grudge. besides, he didn’t want you to die.

vecna’s bats manage to not talk you out. the stamina you had built up during track allowed you to chip off the life of a bat bit by bit. of course nothing would compare to steve just tearing the bat to shreds with his bare hands.

finding safe haven for a brief moment gave you the private moment you needed with eddie. “eddie...look, i know we’ve been friends for a while. for a long time actually. and...i’m sorry. i’m sorry i treated you like garbage. and for calling you a freak. i guess in reality i was the real freak.”

eddie sighs. “we’re both freaks. and i’m sorry for being hostile.”

“no, no. i deserve it at the very least.”

eddie leans looks at you in the eyes as you two continue to walk. “you know (y/n)...i really liked you. like a lot. and i like you as you are right now. but i also really liked the old you. and i wish i told you sooner.”

you stopped walking as it began to process in your brain. “what...?”

“forget i said anything.” eddie felt his cheeks become hot with embarrassment. you guys were in the upside down! now wasn’t the time to be confessing and stuff!

“eddie! eddie wait!” you moved quickly to catch up to him, grabbing his wrist. he turned around to face you. “i...well, i did like you.”

did. that was the only word he could focus on.

“and...i thought my feelings died a long time ago! but being with you has...reinvigorated them. and reminded me how amazing you are.”

eddie blinked. he was surprised. “well...if we get out of here then we should totally like go on a date. or driving around, listening to music. or maybe even just grab a bite to eat-”

“hey! (y/n)! eddie! stop it!” steve yelled. “save the confessions for after we escape the upside down!”

nothing changes when you’re in a relationship with eddie. you two do a lot of the things you used to do as friends. this time, it just has underlying romance between you two.

sometimes you guys get into silly arguments about music. you have developed an appreciation and love of pop music. eddie rolls his eyes but he can’t help but admit that your song choices were great and he loves listening to them.

his kisses are surprisingly gentle. it’s full of love for you and every kiss leaves you breathless.

eddie also goes out of his way to make you feel like the most special person in the world. he’s always complimenting you on your outfit, on your hair, your smile. he’s so in love with every part of you.

when eddie meets your parents for the first time in years, your dad is quick to welcome him with open arms. your mom is a little on the apprehensive side.

regardless, eddie loves eating at your house. the food is seasoned and delicious. and in general, he loves eating ethnic cuisine. if your culture’s food is non-white, then he’s down with it! eddie will try anything once but he’s also not a picky eater.

if you let him, he will do things for you. for example, your hair or if you wear makeup or even just letting him pick out outfits for you. he does all of these things with precision and amazing skill!

he’s also very cuddly. cuddling with him is comforting and he also smells great to you. usually he’s big spoon but once in a while, you like to be the big spoon.

[acourtofthought]

If Gwynriel happens, I hope it’s not gonna be hundreds of pages of Gwyn pining for Azriel while he’s pining for someone else. I don’t want this to turn into a situation where Gwyn is like “pick me! pick me!”… I just get secondhand embarrassment when women are written as too available for some jerk (let’s face it, Az ain’t exactly Prince Charming run 🙄).

Call me old fashioned but I feel like men in fiction’s first job is to pine a lil bit 🤷‍♀️ second & third jobs are to be tall & sexy

And Az can pine like it’s nobody’s business.

I personally don't see that happening because I think there is no further pining for Elain after SF. I think that moment of Az hitting rock bottom where his own friend was disgusted by his behavior was Az realizing that he really was right to stay away from Elain. Some think that line is so romantic, like they'll end up in a forbidden love trope but I truly think it was a smack in the face for Az. Like, what am I doing? I knew this was a bad idea and here I am, being proved what a bad idea it all was. I do think his book will touch upon his acknowledging that maybe he was wrong for ever trying to start something with Elain because it wasn't for the right reasons but I think the main focus at the start of his book will be about him dealing with his past with Mor. Not so much that he's pining for her to the extent he was but I think he's still dealing with residual feelings. However, I think the two of them will finally have a legitimate and real conversation about why they would have never worked (with Mor coming out to him at that time) and I think that's going to go a long way in helping Az really let her go. But I can't see SJM allowing any of that to extend beyond a few chapters because she does have a lot of ground to cover with making Gwynriel happen (since both Az and Gwyn have a lot of growth to do as individuals before coming to together) and she doesn't like her characters to be super hung up on ex's while she's building toward a new relationship. I definitely don't see Gwyn fighting for Az's attention though. I know she's still new to the whole dating thing but you can already tell she's got a lot of confidence hiding underneath the girl beginning to come out of her shell and I can't see her pining for anyone. You know how Lucien once told us that Jesminda had teased and taunted him so thoroughly that he hadn't wanted anyone but her? To me, that line gives me Gwynriel vibes. I could see Gwyn teasing Az constantly and he's literally helpless to resist her. With Mor and Elain, neither put out "come to me" signals. Az fixated on them when neither really showed any strong interest. With Mor it was just a love at first sight sort of thing and with Elain it was more of a, "look at this helpless kitten everyone is taking care of, let me be the one to take over so I can feel useful!" situation. I obviously don't think Elain is that sort of person right now but when she was devastated and withdrawn, everyone took it upon themselves to say "she's so quiet, we need to help her!" It's not like she asked them to do it but I think people gravitate towards "defenseless" creatures who look like they're in need of being cared for (which makes the whole E/riel setup problematic, because Elain is a grown female, not someone Az needs to protect and baby). But with Gwyn, it's different. She's the first person who actually flirts with Az and that was just a tiny glimpse of it. Imagine how much she'll sass and flirt with him when she's really ready to take her sexuality to the next step. It's funny that E/riels think Gwynriel is problematic because they think Gwyn will be too innocent for Az's "kinky" side (which, lets be real, is not going to be the kind of kinky I think some of us think of when we hear that word. There are some authors who write some SERIOUS kinks and I don't think SJM is to that level). But I feel like Gwyn is going to be the type of character who brings Az to his knees with the confidence we're going to see her develop and her curious nature.

[theimpossiblescheme]

(I don’t have a title for this little piece, but I did realize that I don’t write Tugger very much, so I wanted to have a go--hope everyone enjoys!)

“No guarantee it’s as good as Dad would make it,” Tugger acknowledged, handing the cup and saucer up and over the old stove and suddenly feeling very aware of how breakable porcelain was.  “But I hope it’s drinkable, anyway.”

“I’m sure it will be.”  The fluffy golden queen in the equally fluffy dress coat–Berenice–accepted the tea with a polite smile and a nod, and Tugger definitely didn’t wait on tenterhooks for her reaction, the hell are you talking about?  He simply fluffed his mane and waited as she hummed in appreciation and took another sip.  Granted, after a day like hers, he imagined he’d be glad to drink out of the nearest puddle.  Turned out, not every cat in the area had gotten the memo about the old Egyptian Theatre being condemned, and the lady and her little ones had passed a pretty dismal night amidst all the dust and half-finished construction before making it here..  Tugger’s own memories of the place were starting to be consumed with yellow caution tape and boarded up windows and headless statues perched mindlessly by the doors, and the fact that that was all it would ever be to some folks… well, it was a damn shame.

“You know, I actually grew up there back in the day,” he said, ascending the bedstead and perching on a rung just above her, back legs swinging freely.  “Me and my brothers.  It was a pretty gorgeous place then, especially with the stage all lit up and the chandelier over it.  And after the skylight caved in, you could see the stars.”  Thinking about it now, he almost regretted not being quite brave enough to climb that high, but still…  “There was a much better view, too–you didn’t have all the streetlamps drowning them out.  Dad used to point out all the constellations and tell us little stories about ‘em, and if we didn’t like what the humans came up with we’d make up our own.”  He’d actually recently overheard Jemima telling her friends about Felis Major and Minor, the eyes of the Everlasting Cat (because obviously humans were too busy making up bogus stories about “man’s best friend” to recognize what was right in front of them), and it didn’t come as any surprise that Straps had apparently remembered them down to the last detail.  Maybe Tugger could tell her about their lion cousins next time…

Berenice’s head tipped up and her eyes narrowed, as if she were trying to see past all the London light pollution.  “It’s hard to imagine.  The place is so desolate and run-down now.”

“Oh, man, it was really something.  And you had that huge ballroom space for the Jellicle Ball every year, the big murals on the walls, more backstage than you ever knew what to do with…”  Tugger smiled to himself, lost in another memory.  “We used to sneak around in the light booths, see how far we could get across the old catwalk.  ‘Course, first and only time Dad caught us was after Straps fell off and gave the whole game away.”  He chuckled, remembering Straps landing with a very undignified plop into a bowl of punch left on the bar and Mac–his other brother laughing his head off at Tugger’s side.  “Oh, he was pi–mad at me, rather, for a whole week after that… then we found the tunnel under the orchestra pit together, and he forgot all about it.”

Berenice’s smile this time was a little bemused.  “It does sound rather dangerous for a kitten.”

“Nah, that was just us going off looking for trouble.  It was a lot safer back then, especially with Dad and everybody looking after us.  Much less chance of… well, of anything happening.”  He almost said of having your head taken off, but apparently that was a very real danger now, especially with little kittens getting lost in all the ladders and loose boards.  And give him some credit, he wasn’t that tactless.  “But that’s eventually why we came here.  Junkyard’s a lot smaller, more places to hide, less chance of humans stumbling in and disturbing anybody… you’ve got nothing to worry about here.  You or the kits.”

“And nobody here… minds, do they?” Berenice asked haltingly, as if she had to force the words out of her mouth little by little.  “I mean, I would–I would hate for us to intrude–after all, this is your home–”

“It’s home for any cat who wants it.  Trust me on that.”  Tugger grinned down at her.  “We take in strays all the time–half of us here just wandered in off the streets one day and never looked back.  And a good chunk of us have humans we go off with in the evenings, but the gates are always open when we come back.  Nobody’s gonna make a fuss over you being here, don’t you worry.”

“Even if we aren’t… Jellicle cats?”

“Who says you’re not?  Somebody tell you that?”

“Well, I only assumed… I keep hearing the word around, and I thought that–”

“Honey, all cats are Jellicle cats,” he said with a bit of gentle stress.  “Exact words might change, but the basic idea’s the same, and anybody who says different doesn’t have a clue what they’re talking about.  Things are tough enough out there–we gotta stick together somehow, wherever we are.  You could’ve swam here all the way from the North Pole, and we still would’ve offered you a den and some underbrewed tea,” he added, a touch of self-deprecation in his grin now.

Berenice shook her head and took another slow sip of her tea.  “You’re sure the kittens will–?”

“Your kits’ll be fine.  My mate’s already got ‘em occupied right now.”  His tail flicked towards the car boot, where Misto was conjuring a hail of colored sparks for the delight of three rapt kittens.  With a wave of one paw, some of the sparks coalesced to form a mouse made entirely of light and stardust, and one of the kittens was gearing up to chase it, tail waggling from side to side.  Misto flicked a claw, the star mouse went scuttling up one of the pipes, and suddenly all three little ones were scrambling to catch it.  Berenice chuckled beneath him, almost in spite of herself, and Tugger felt a rush of affection welling up in his chest–Sparkles was outdoing himself tonight.  Hopefully he still had some of that magic left for later…

“Do you have any kittens of your own?” Berenice asked, snapping him out of his reverie.

“Hm?  Oh, no–no, I’m usually too busy trying to fend them off,” Tugger replied with a smirk, leaning back against the pipes with his forelegs looped around to keep him from falling.  “Couldn’t ask for a better fan club, though.  And they’re all great kits.  Not supposed to play favorites, but you know… I’ve got a couple of nieces I spoil rotten.”

“I would love to meet them.”  This time, Berenice’s smile seemed to come much easier.  “And you have all been very kind.  I really can’t thank you enough.”

Tugger waved away the thanks.  “Don’t sweat it.  Least we could do, really.”

No sooner had those words left his mouth than there came a muffled thump against the bed of rags above them, and a blue-furred head stuck itself down through the top of the pipes.  Berenice squeaked a bit in surprise and nearly dropped her teacup, but Murad merely gave her a nod and jaunty little salute.  “Evening, madam.”  Then he turned to Tugger.  “Evening patrol’s just come back–your brother thought you might want to join the discussion.”

“Damn right I would.”  As Murad disappeared topside again, Tugger hoisted himself to his feet on the pipes, luxuriating in a long back stretch before extending a paw down to Berenice.  “Feel like tagging along?  We can show you just how we do things around the Junkyard.”

“Oh?”  She laid aside her cup and cautiously took his paw.  “Are you one of the Protectors here?”

“In all but name, really.”  He squeezed her paw and gave her a wink as she finally rose to meet him.  “But don’t tell Straps I said that.”