#she's nice and pretty and genuinely apologized. why should he give it a go?? the alternative is stay single which.

[evankinard]

Buck showed an astronomical amount of growth in this episode, from his leadership skills (601) to his professionalism when delivering a baby (season 1) to his ability to separate himself and give the baby away to his real parents despite his own feelings (the entire donor arc). to say he hasn't shown any growth because he stayed in a relationship that, up until this point, and despite the audience being able to see thematic clues that it won't last in the long run, is very new and despite the one hiccup that got resolved with a genuine apology he has not had any reason to turn away from, is a disservice to his character and also just. unfair

[talkdutchtome]

Glitch- chapter five

pairing . . . max verstappen x reader / mason mount x reader )

summary . . . when mason mount finds out that his assistant has been harbouring feelings for him for years, he makes it clear he doesn't feel the same way. but once he sees her become closer with formula 1 world champion max verstappen, he realises he may have underestimated his feelings towards the girl he has now pushed into the arms of another )

genre . . . angst )

song . . . glitch- taylor swift )

series masterlist . . . available here )

The dim light in the cozy living room flickered as Y/N paced nervously. She turned to the figure on the couch, who had been quietly listening to her unravel her thoughts. "I'm sorry for coming so late, but I was just so confused. I didn't know what to do." 

The figure shifted, and a voice that was both comforting and familiar responded, "No need to apologize. Take a seat and tell me what's on your mind." 

Y/N sank into a nearby chair, her eyes searching for answers in the patterns of the rug. "It was going really well. He’s so nice, I really liked him. But then he started talking about taking me to Monaco and I panicked, I don’t even know why I..” She trailed off, unsure about how to even put into words what she was feeling. She had just ran away from a date with an incredible guy, a date that was actually going really well, and was now sat in her friend's living room at almost 11 o'clock at night. The man in front of her was patient, he let her into his home and was listening to every word she said, and that just made her feel so much worse.  

“I don’t know what to do Reece, I just ran away, he’s going to think I’m so weird. And you, we’ve only been real friends for five minutes and I’ve just turned up at your house and unloaded all of my crap onto you. Fucking hell, I’m such a mess.” 

Reece's gaze remained steady as Y/N bared her thoughts, her vulnerability evident in the dimly lit room. He listened attentively, offering a soft smile as she apologized once again. 

"Y/N, you don't have to apologize for coming here. That's what friends are for," Reece reassured her, his tone warm and understanding. "You're not a mess, and you're certainly not burdening me. I'm here for you, okay? I get why you wouldn’t want to talk to Mason about this too.”

She nodded, appreciating his kindness. "Thanks, Reece. I just don't want to mess things up. He's a great guy, and I ran away like an idiot." 

He smiled, his eyes reflecting genuine concern. "Look, I’m by no means an expert in this subject but from a guys perspective, maybe you should just tell him how you feel. Let him know that you like him but that you need things to go slowly. Honesty is key in these situations, and if he's as great as you say, he'll appreciate your openness." 

Y/N considered Reece's advice, a sense of clarity emerging. "You're right. I should talk to him. Thank you, Reece. I don't know what I would've done without you tonight." 

Reece chuckled softly, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "That's what friends are for, Y/N. Anytime you need someone to talk to, I'm here." 

Y/N expressed her thanks once again, her weariness evident in her grateful smile. "Thank you, Reece. I should get going." 

As she began gathering her belongings and preparing to leave, Reece, noticing the late hour and the weariness in her eyes, interjected gently. "Wait, Y/N. It's pretty late, and it's dark out. I wouldn't feel right letting you walk home alone now. Why don't you just crash here for the night? I've got a spare bedroom, and you can head out in the morning." 

Y/N's initial hesitance was palpable, her brows furrowing with concern. "Reece, I really don't want to impose on you any more than I already have." 

Reece shook his head, a warm and reassuring smile on his face. "Y/N, it's not an imposition. I'd prefer you stay here. I wouldn't feel comfortable letting you walk home alone at this hour." 

A brief moment of contemplation passed before Y/N nodded, gratitude softening her features. "Okay, thank you, Reece. I appreciate it." 

He guided her to the spare bedroom, its ambiance a mix of coziness and simplicity. He assured her to make herself at home, offering, "I've got training early tomorrow, so help yourself to anything you need in the morning. Sleep well." 

Y/N expressed her thanks once more, and as she stepped into the spare bedroom, the soft glow of a bedside lamp revealed a neatly arranged space. The comfortable bed beckoned her, and, feeling the weight of the night's emotional rollercoaster, Y/N surrendered to its embrace. 

She slipped under the covers, the softness of the pillows providing a welcomed comfort. The room held a serenity that seemed to embrace her, and as she closed her eyes, the gentle hum of Reece's home became a soothing lullaby. Sleep claimed her swiftly, offering a respite from the stress and confusion that had filled her evening. 

The morning light filtered through the curtains, gently waking Y/N as she stirred in the unfamiliar room. A soft murmur of voices reached her ears, and curiosity led her downstairs. As she descended, the voices became clearer, and she recognized Reece's calm tones along with another voice that sent a ripple of surprise through her. 

In the kitchen, Mason and Reece stood engaged in conversation, both sipping on protein shakes. Their conversation ceased as Y/N entered, her presence causing a noticeable shift in the atmosphere. Mason's eyes widened in shock as he registered her appearance, and Y/N could almost see the gears turning in his mind. 

"Hey," she greeted shyly, attempting to break the tension. 

Mason, still processing the unexpected scene before him, remained silent. His attempt at maintaining composure was evident, but a flicker of uncertainty crossed his face. 

Reece, sensing the need to address the unspoken tension, interjected, "Morning, Y/N. We’re just getting a drink before we head to training" 

Mason's gaze shifted between Y/N and Reece, a myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind.  

“You-” Mason tried to speak but his voice got caught. “You stayed here last night?” He questioned. It was plain to see that he was freaking out but trying his hardest to remain nonchalant. 

Y/N, catching on to the unspoken assumptions, decided to clarify before things took a turn for the worse. 

"Oh, yeah I came round to chat last night, and then when it got late Reece offered up his spare room so I didn’t have to walk home in the dark," she explained, hoping to dispel any lingering doubts. 

Reece nodded in agreement, offering a reassuring smile. "Exactly. Just a friend helping a friend out." 

The tension in the room began to ease as the truth settled. Mason, still processing the information, managed a nod. "Right, got it." 

Reece, ever attuned to the lingering awkwardness, took the initiative to break the silence. "Well, I think we should probably head to training. You're welcome to stay here for as long as you need, Y/N. There's a spare key by the door; just use that and drop it back through the letterbox when you leave." 

Y/N nodded appreciatively, "Thanks, Reece. I appreciate it." 

As Reece and Mason made their way toward the door, the air still carried a hint of unease. Mason, however, seemed to have regained some composure and, looking at Y/N, asked, "Are we still having our movie night tonight?" 

Y/N smiled, relieved that the tension was slowly dissipating. "Absolutely. Come around at 7, and we'll get started." 

With that agreement, Reece and Mason headed out the door. As it closed behind them, Y/N caught a snippet of Mason's questioning tone directed at Reece, but the words were muffled by the closing door. She sighed, hoping that the newfound understanding she and Mason had reached would withstand this unexpected morning twist. 

  As the evening approached, Y/N found herself at home, thoughts swirling in her mind like a turbulent storm. She debated whether or not to reach out to Max, her anxiety growing with each passing moment. Eventually, fueled by a desire for clarity, she decided to make the call. 

Her fingers hesitated over the keys as she dialed Max's number. The phone rang, and with each passing second, her heartbeat quickened. Then, a familiar voice on the other end said, "Hello?" 

"Hi, Max," she greeted, her voice a mix of nerves and sincerity. 

Max responded warmly, "Hey Y/N, how are you?" 

Y/N took a deep breath before launching into an explanation. "I’m good thanks, just wanted to talk about yesterday, if this isn’t a bad time?" 

Max assured her, "Not at all. Go ahead." 

So, Y/N began to share her feelings, the whirlwind of emotions that led her to retreat so abruptly. Max listened attentively, responding with understanding and empathy. "I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable," he apologized sincerely. 

"No, no, Max. You don't need to apologize," Y/N reassured him. "I had a lovely time, honestly. I just got a bit overwhelmed, and my instincts took over. I'd like to see you again if you're not too weirded out by my disappearing act." 

Max chuckled gently. "Not weirded out at all. I was just worried I'd done something to upset you." 

Y/N smiled, grateful for his understanding. "You didn't, at all. 

“Thats good, I meant every word I said though Y/N, I do really like you, and if taking things slow is what makes you comfortable, then I'm all for it. I just want to see you again." 

Her heart warmed at his sincerity. "Thank you, Max. I appreciate that." 

Glancing at the clock, she realized Mason would be arriving soon. "I need to get going but we should plan something soon, okay?” 

"Absolutely," Max agreed. "Let me know when you're free, and we'll figure something out." 

Mason's knock on the door echoed through the room shortly after Y/N’s call to Max had ended, she welcomed him in, and they quickly settled into their familiar routine, though there was a noticeable shift. Instead of the usual cozy closeness on a single sofa, they each took their own, creating a subtle but tangible distance. 

Somethings however, never change; because the first thing they did was begin to argue about who gets to choose the first film. Y/N was advocating for her favourite film of all time, 10 things I hate about you, whereas Mason was advocating for Fight Club. Although it only took Y/N pouting at him with puppy dog eyes on full display for Mason to quicky relent and agree to whatever she wanted. He couldn’t help but to laugh to himself at just how easily Y/N could make him do whatever she wanted. 

As the opening scenes of the movie flickered across the screen, Mason couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N across from him. The room was dimly lit by the glow of the television, and he couldn't help but be captivated by the way Y/N visibly lit up with excitement when the familiar scenes unfolded. 

He found himself watching her more than the movie itself, contemplating how effortlessly beautiful she looked in that moment. The way her eyes sparkled with genuine enthusiasm as she absorbed every detail of the film, the soft movements of her lips as she quietly mouthed along to the well-known lines, and the sweet sound of her little giggles that escaped when a particularly humorous scene played out. 

In that moment, Mason realized the beauty he had overlooked before. It wasn't just about her physical features, although he found himself drawn to the soft curves of her face and the glint in her eyes. It was the genuine joy she radiated, the infectious energy that made her all the more enchanting. Yet, as he marvelled at these revelations, an inexplicable discomfort settled in the pit of Mason's stomach. It was a perplexing sensation, an unsettling awareness that something had shifted, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what. 

Caught in his own thoughts, Mason initially didn't register Y/N's attempts to engage in conversation. It took her repeating herself for him to snap back to the present. She asked about his training with Reece, and Mason, readjusting to the conversation, he replied, "It was alright, a bit boring." 

Casually, he segued into another question, the tone of his voice crafted to sound nonchalant. "By the way, since when were you so close with Reece anyway?" The query lingered in the air, carefully casual yet edged with an underlying curiosity 

Y/N shared with Mason that when he wasn't speaking to her, Reece had been incredibly supportive, and they naturally grew closer during that time. She braced herself for any potential discomfort on Mason's part, anticipating that he might be uneasy about her forming a bond with one of his friends and teammates. However, Mason's response surprised her 

"That's good. I'm glad you had someone when I was being a dick," he stated, a touch of sincerity in his voice. "I am really sorry for that again, by the way." 

Y/N reassured him, "You don't need to keep saying sorry, Mason, but thank you." 

As the conversation continued, Mason hesitated for a moment before asking, "How did you end up at Reece's house anyway, if you were seeing Max?" There was a subtle flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, as if he was unsure whether bringing up Max was the right move. And when he caught sight of Y/N shifting uncomfortably, he realized it may have been better if he avoided the subject altogether.  

“Oh, well umm, I just panicked a bit and needed someone to talk to talk it though with.” she spoke as concern flickered in Mason's eyes, and he asked, "What made you panic?" 

She sighed, "Well, he said he wanted to take me to Monaco." 

Mason slightly raised his eyebrows, contemplating her words. "Is that a bad thing?" he asked. 

Y/N clarified, "I don’t know, it just felt like everything was moving too fast. It was a bit overwhelming." 

“I get that, how did it go other than that though, think you’ll see him again?” he asked her, trying his best to remain as casual as possible.  

Y/N's demeanor carried a vague discomfort as she began to answer his question. Her eyes shifted uneasily, and she fidgeted with a loose thread on the edge of the sofa. 

“Uh yeah, it was really nice. He took me to the nicest restaurant I have ever seen in my life, then we went to this coffee shop he likes and we got a hot chocolate, I’m not sure when but we’re definitely going to do something again soon.” 

Mason just nodded, trying desperately to make a a concerted effort to be a good friend, despite the evident unease he felt about hearing the details of her date. His expression betrayed a subtle struggle, trying to maintain a supportive facade while grappling with his own emotions beneath the surface. 

As they turned their attention back to the TV, Y/N gradually eased into the familiar comfort of her favorite film. The initial unease began to subside, replaced by the warmth that usually accompanied movie nights with Mason. They finished watching her movie and then started the one that Mason had asked for.  

As the intense scenes of Fight Club unfolded on the screen, Mason couldn't shake the desire to be closer to Y/N, like they used to be. He missed the casual intimacy they once shared during movie nights, where they would end up cuddling on the sofa, wrapped up in each other's company. However, he recognized that those moments were no longer a given. 

He silently wished they could return to the easy closeness they had before everything became complicated. Yet, Mason understood that it wasn't fair to impose their old habits on Y/N. So, he stayed in his corner of the sofa, watching the movie, trying to pretend that he didn’t want to go over and hold his best friend.  

Not 20 minutes into the movie, Mason noticed the soft and rhythmic sounds of gentle snores coming from where Y/N lay on the sofa. He couldn't help but smile; it was such a typical Y/N thing to do, to fall asleep during a movie. Deciding not to disturb her peaceful slumber, Mason quietly approached and saw that she had dozed off. 

Softly chuckling, he carefully lifted Y/N into his arms, cradling her with the same tenderness he'd always shown. In the quiet of her bedroom, he gently placed her on the bed, arranging the covers around her. It was an instinct to climb in beside her, as they'd done countless times during movie nights at her place due to her not having a spare bedroom.  

However, Mason abruptly halted, the reality settling in that those intimate moments were no longer appropriate. A wistful look crossed his face as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head and whispered, "Goodnight, Y/N," before quietly leaving her room to head home.  

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More than friends, definitely more than lovers x.t. (pt3)

a/n: here is the third and (maybe) final part. y'all ate this up and really loved the first two, and for that i am so thankful for you all! so please, enjoy.

pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader

summary: nevermore's favorite tortured couple seems to be back on the mends, the only question, will it work out? are they going to make it through or are they only going to make it worse?

warnings: fluff, angst, love triangle (kinda) light swearing? not much tho, suggestive themes

word count: 2,365

part 1 part 2

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"Hey," he smiled. The way he looked at you made your heart flutter. It was if he couldn't believe you were really there. Like he dreamed of this moment, and now that he has it, he truly couldn't comprehend if it was actually real or not. But it was. And his heart soared at that thought.

Standing there, you made no move to speak. You were waiting for him to say anything first. You wouldn't let yourself fall on your knees for him like your mind told you too. So you looked up right into his eyes, using every method you knew to make him bend to your will.

"Don't give me that look," For the one time in almost a month he looked way from you first.

"What look?" You played dumb.

"That one!" he threw one of his hands up and shook his head. "The one that makes me want to crawl at your feet and start.. begging." He still looked down as he ran his hands through his hear and went to grab for a hair tie. At his point he needed to get all the hair out of his face before he went to rip it all out.

"That sounds pretty nice actually, you should beg." You crossed your arms trying to keep in your anger, whatever was keeping him from apologizing was running your patience thin.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Xavier kept his head down but kept fiddling with the rings that adorned his slender fingers. "I was an asshole. You deserved much more than what I gave you. The last thing I should've done was.. what I did."

He was hesitant to actually acknowledge that he ignored you, his best friend of years, for a girl who genuinely gave him little to zero attention, got him arrested and imprisoned, and who wasn't actually into him after she led him on for so long.

"Oh yes and please, remind what it was that you did?" Now your anger was quite literally smoke blowing out of your ears. You missed this guy? He's wanted this little meeting for so long and he can't even commit to it.

"Well I-" He stuttered.

"Oh my god you can't even admit to it! You make me so frustrated!" You were yelling straight in his face now.

"Like, sexually?" This skinny little twink had the audacity to make a joke about your rage and start laughing at his own jokes.

"Why did I even entertain this stupid idea.." You pushed your headphones back onto your head and started for the stairs.

"Okay wait, wait hold up!" Xavier grabbed onto your arm and pulled you back towards him. With one slick movement he pulled them down to rest around your neck, and slid his hands down your arms to grab your hands. He stroked the back of your hands with thumbs smoothly.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you like that. I ignored you, abandoned you, treated you so horribly for how much more you actually deserve. So please, if you find me deserving," Xavier got down on one knee, hand still in yours, and looked up at you with those big green eyes. "Forgive me, lets go back to what we were, and I will be forever at your mercy."

"Wow. Poetic. You write now?" You tilted your head at him and raised your brows so far, they almost disappeared into your hair. But the corners of your mouth can't help but lift.

"I dabble," his smile grew four times as large and made your stomach flip, in the good way.

"How about you dabble in being a better friend?" You laughed and pulled him up by the hand he was still holding. You weren't sure if he still realized but neither of you had let go yet.

Playfully, and to diffuse some of the lingering tension, you lightly shoved him and walked back up the stairs to leave this spooky little library. He laughed and followed after quickly, skipping two steps as he jumped up the stairs.

"Aye aye, captain."

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It'd been a week since you and Xavier started talking again, he was attached at your hip. He worshiped the ground you walked on and to an extent it was hilarious. Beyond that you ate it up. This was as close to the attention you have craved from him for years as you were gonna get.

"See, now at this point I don't know if he's whipped or if you are," Val rolled from her desk, all the way to you at yours. One look at the polaroid's littered all over your desk, extra drawings, some pinned while some hidden, and soon she gagged.

"Shut up," You pushed her head off your shoulder but you couldn't push the smile off your face. Your eyes couldn't leave the most recent polaroid pinned on your mirror, written underneath "idiots in love" because Val thought she was the funniest bitch in the world. The photo itself was from a movie night you had with the whole group. Xavier and you had fallen asleep on the couch, not that close to each other, but close enough to have reached for each other subconsciously. Ajax snapped the photo and after your best friend wrote all over it he gave it to you later when people weren't paying attention and everything had died down.

"Why don't you just tell him you love him?" Val grabbed a pen from your desk and start drawing all over your hand and your forearm.

"I just got him back, I can't lose him again." You sighed and pushed up your sleeve and gave her more access room. Val stopped short for a minuet to look up into your eyes. She could read you like a poorly written magazine. It was in your eyes, everything she needed to know.

The desperation, the longing, the aching, she had to take a softer approach with you otherwise you'd break. Not that you were fragile, but you were.

"Sometimes you have to take risks, you'll never know if you don't try babe." Her hand came up to hold and stroke your cheek, "You should try. Isn't the risk of a love so great it'd go down in history, worth it?"

And it was if your love was a force so large, bound by gravity's thick lasso, you were pulled towards him. Unable and unwilling to stop yourself.

"Yeah, it is."

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You realized some new things after talking to Val that night. Love made you poetic, you were up all night thinking about how your words were not your own, but merely fragments of the words he had given your soul to sing.

Oh god you were pathetic. So you did the only levelheaded thing you could do, tell Xavier everything and be rational later.

He was in his art shed late at night, music quietly pushing through the walls and finding their way thought every crevice. You pounded on the door and waited for him to open the door. You fiddled with the scarf that rested around your neck while you waited. After not hearing anything for a while you knocked again, louder this time.

Soon enough he opened the door and turned down the music when he saw you, "Hey, what's up?" He grabbed your hand and pulled you through the doorway and close it behind you.

"Xavier, look-" You cut yourself off after taking a glace around the shed. There was a painting, or a charcoal sketch, or a character study of you. Everywhere. Every 3 square feet, to be exact. "It's me?"

He laughed nervously, "Uh yeah." A hand came up to scratch and then readjust his still wet hair. "The distance kinda drove me mad, and you were some good inspiration." One new thing and your relationship with Xavier, he told you everything now. Full, and total, transparency. The music kept playing in the background and the low lighting provided the most insane ambiance for the possibly stupid decision you were about to make.

"Xavier I need to tell you something," You shed your scarf and sweater and placed it on the nearest chair. "It's really important." You looked into his eyes and all the words seemed to have magically left your mind, as well as all logical thought.

The way he was looking at you, sat on the edge of a nearby desk, arm propped up behind him to keep him steady. "Mhm?" He asked so innocently it drove you mad.

"I love you." You bit the bullet and spouted all the words that had been building up for quite literal ages. He flushed such a bright red it almost matched the color of his shirt.

"Y-You're my best friend," You cut him off by shaking your head vigorously.

"No. No no, Xavier, I love you." You'd never seen him so quiet. Blinking, adam's apple bobbing in his throat as if it was like swallowing was all he could do.

You rushed up to him and grabbed the side of his face, gently but eagerly attaching his lips to yours. You gave him time to respond, to push you off, to pull you closer, to do anything, and when nothing came you pulled away. Faces inches from each other all you did was stare in his eyes. So disheartened, you started to move backwards.

Xavier stood to his full height now and pulled you closer to him, both of his hands now up and resting on your face. His hands were so big they traced your jawline and caressed the side of your neck. Both of your mouths now moving slowly and sensually against each others. You brought up your hands to rest your palms against the back of his, a soft grip warming your hands and hearts.

Eventually oxygen was needed so you had to pull away. His hands stayed in place and yours only gripped his harder. Eye contact kept between you two mixed with the sound of your lungs greedily pulling air in and out. Smile crept up your faces and you started laughing. Both of you could barely grasp what was happening, all you knew was that you genuinely were never happier.

Following his arms your hands moved to the back of his neck, and his fell down to your waist. Years of pent up pining had come to this. Naturally you two became greedy. Panting and grabbing at each other for more. Your arm went pull around his neck and your other hand grabbed a fistful of his hair pulling and tugging. When you pulled a little too hard and a low groan escaped his mouth into yours, and the grip on your waist tightened, and you could feel his fingers digging into your skin, you only wanted more.

Things got desperate and hot fast. Xavier lowered his hands ever so slightly to creep up underneath your shirt and his cold palms set something afire in you. The simple touch of his skin on yours made you gasp, and he took the opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue.

Almost as soon as it had started, he started pulling away. "Wait, love wait," he pulled away from you and pushed the hair out of your face while studying it with his eyes.

"Did I do something?" Insecurity started to fill you as now you had a chance to think, though your mind was foggy.

"Do something? No, my girl you could never," He stroked the side of your face and pressed his forehead against yours. "Do you really mean this?"

"Sure would be real stupid if I didn't, huh?" You laughed and ran a hand through his hair. You two just took a minute to look in each others eyes, to take it all in.

"I love you." Xavier repeated back to you.

"I mean I'd hope so, that would suck if you didn't," Very quickly you returned to humor as your coping mechanism. He shook his head and pressed one more quick kiss to your lips.

"Ask me the stupid question already," You smiled and grabbed his hands.

"Y'know, patience is a virtue," He started tracing the veins on your hands. You looked at him and tugged on his arms gently. "Will you be my partner?" He tilted his head at the end of the question, what a bottom.

"No."

"What?"

"I'm joking, shut up and kiss me," You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Yes ma'am," He leaned back in and captured your lips with his.

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When you got back to your dorm that night, lips swollen with a few hickeys poorly hidden by your poorly applied scarf, Val raised her eyebrows and immediately sat you down to talk. You spent hours that night going over it, every detail you could recall. Which was every single detail.

Into the late hours of the night, Val eventually fell sleep right next to you, face smashed into your pillow and a light snore escaping her lips every few minutes. Your blanket was pulled over her and you stared at the ceiling, too giddy to fall asleep just yet. Xavier had already texted you "i love you" and "goodnight my love <3" Of course you responded and you stared at your new home and lock screen, a photo of you and Xavier on a weekend trip to Jericho.

Then, at the genuine ass crack of dawn as the sun started rising, you remembered a promise you had made him years ago, when you were still young.

"I promise, I'll prove to them your heart beats the same way as theirs."

And you couldn't help but think you'd done it. He was so very capable of love and you only helped bring that out in him. Whatever the future had in store for you, you could handle it now. At least now with Xavier at your side you can.

Who could've ever imagined that you would've fallen so deeply in love with this boy? Against all odds, it seems, you found yourself inexplicably drawn to him. Infatuated like a poor man, and completely at his mercy.

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Once Bitten

Part of my 900 Followers Celebration!

Request: Happy 900 lovely!! What a boss! 👑Can I please request: "I don't bite, unless you're into that sort of thing?" Just thinking of Roy Kent leaving his mark on you.... ooof! 🥵 That'll do! You're such an inspiration, I adore your work! 😘

Roy Kent x Reader

0.8k words

Warnings: Language

You let out a deep sigh as you walked into the parking lot at Nelson Road. You were definitely not a sports reporter, but when your colleague Penelope begged you to cover the Greyhounds press conference so she could go meet with her daughter’s teacher, you agreed. You’d hoped you’d followed along well enough to take decent notes for her; the Greyhounds press room had been nothing short of overwhelming. Besides knowing nothing about football, you weren’t used to being one of the only women in the room, and you definitely weren’t used to Roy Kent’s expletive-filled way of speaking.

“Alright there?”

Speak of the handsome, bearded devil. As you lingered by your car, contemplating the best way to apologize to Penelope, Roy Kent had walked out of the building. His eyes rested on you with some concern, probably seeing the horror on your face.

“I’m fine,” you lied, giving a small wave.

He glanced around the parking lot and walked over to you. “Don’t look fine.”

Despite your inner anguish, a hollow laugh escaped your lips. “Wow. That’s what a girl likes to hear.”

“Oh. Fuck, not like that,” he chuckled, eyebrows raised. “You look good, trust me. Just… It also looks like you’re thinking very fucking hard about something.”

Trying not to blush at the compliment he technically just paid you, you cleared your throat. “You don’t want to hear about it.”

To your surprise, the handsome manager shrugged. “Sure I do. Otherwise, Jamie Tartt’ll invite me out for a drink, and ‘I don’t fucking want to’ is never a good enough answer for him.” He stuck out his hand. “Roy, by the way.”

“Oh, I know.” You shook his hand. “I, um, was at the press conference right now.” You told him your name and what paper you were from.

“What happened to Penelope?” The genuine interest and concern in his voice surprised you.

“Parent-teacher meeting. She asked me to cover.”

His smile only added to his handsomeness. “And I take it you weren’t very excited to join us today?”

You really didn’t want to offend the attractive man standing in front of you but- “I hate sports,” you admitted reluctantly. “Barely knew what the fuck you were talking about in there. And now I just have to hope my notes are good enough for Pen’s article.”

“Brutal honesty, I like it.” Roy thought for a moment. “Why don’t we grab a drink while I look over those notes with you? Can help you translate sports-speak. Plus, I could give you some quotes no one else’ll have.”

“Why?” you blurted out, unable to believe someone like him would be so nice to someone like you.

He shrugged. “I like Pen. She doesn’t ask me stupid fucking questions like the other pricks do. Besides…” He bobbled his head, hesitating about whether he should continue. “I’d never say no to the chance to buy drinks for a pretty reporter.”

How were you supposed to say no to that?

Twenty minutes later, you found yourself sitting in a pub, sharing a corner booth with Roy Kent. Beers sat in front of you, along with the notes you’d taken during the press conference. Roy was bent over them, mumbling under his breath as he read. He glanced over at you.

“You weren’t fucking kidding. You don’t know shit about football.”

Beer almost came out of your nose as you held back a laugh. “Alright, well help me then!”

His eyes studied your face thoughtfully. “Well, scoot closer so you can actually see the nonsense you wrote.”

You froze. When you sat down, you’d very carefully placed yourself a respectable distance from Roy Kent and his overwhelming handsomeness. If you scooted closer, your thighs would be pressed together and your bare arms would touch and oh fuck, he’d be able to feel the warmth radiating off your body that was completely covered in an embarrassing blush.

He could see the hesitation on your face, although hopefully not the reasons running through your mind. “Come on, get over here. I don’t bite.” A wicked smirk crossed his gorgeous face. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

A choking sound flew out of your mouth, but you managed to return his grin and move closer to him, allowing your legs to lightly press against each other. You didn’t need to worry about your arms touching though; Roy instead chose to wrap his arm around your shoulder.

“There,” he muttered, raising an eyebrow at you. “Isn’t that better?”

Looking into his eyes felt so surreal, as if you were living in a cheesy movie and not just your daily life as a low-ranking journalist with an overbearing mother and a messy roommate. “Yeah,” you agreed in a breathy voice you barely recognized. “Much better.”

As Roy leaned closer and softly pressed his lips to yours, your last coherent thought was a mental note to thank Penelope for having a parent-teacher conference.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Cinema

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Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: Mike takes you to see a terrible horror movie...

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Fluff. More fluff. Then some more fluff. Shenanigans. A makeout sesh... A cop. We're definitely still cockblocking Mikey. I'm still not apologizing for that...

If you like this fic, please let me know 🥰 and reblog so that others may see it too! <3

@deandoesthingstome @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @summersong69 @mayloma @livisss @geralts-yenn @ylva-syverson

Mike has taken you to what absolutely has to be the worst horror movie of all time. At least, that’s what the reviews said when you looked up the plot online beforehand. You don’t like horror, and this one is no different, yet you are here. All that proves, if you really think about it (which you don’t), is how much you really like Mike.

As you are waiting in line to get into the cinema, you can already tell that pretty much everyone – all forty or so people – is here for the same reason. Because the one thing these sucky horror movies are good for, is a good, old-fashioned, socially sanctioned make out sesh in the dark. You hate how perfect these dumb films are for it, and you especially hate that they genuinely scare you…

“I’ve never been here before,” you say as your eyes wander the foyer of the building. It’s a relatively new theater, but not so new that not having been here isn’t a scathing indictment of your nonexistent dating life.

“Really? I’ve been here a ton of times,” Mike says casually. It takes a few beats for him to realize what he’s said. “Eh… with friends…”

“Eh… on dates,” you correct him, and watch his ears go a little red from embarrassment.

“Well, they threw all these terrible scary movies at me the last year and a half… what was I supposed to do? Go see them alone?” he fake-complains.

“Oh, you went to see them, huh?” you tease. “What were they about, Mike?”

“Eh… People getting killed?” The girl in front of you just snorts outright, and one of the guys behind you does a half decent job at hiding his laughter in a suspicious cough. You follow the example of the girl.

“Mike, you idiot,” you blurt out. The look on his face is absolutely priceless; he looks mortified, and it somehow looks good on him. So good, even, that you grab the front of his jacket with both hands and pull him closer. When he looks at you, the expression of terror morphs into a smirk.

Finally, it’s time to find your seats. You follow Mike through the just a tad too dimly lit room. He somehow managed to get seats all the way in the back. They always sell out the quickest because… well… less people can watch you stick your tongue down your date’s throat there. Which is a nice thought, even though everyone who’s here is paired off and planning on doing approximately exactly the same – meaning no one will actually be watching you. Oh well. Mike also bought you popcorn, so he can stay, despite his outrageously obvious moves.

“This one,” Mike says as he sinks down on what should have been two seats, but isn’t.

“You know they have normal seats,” you say as you look around the room.

“Sweetcheeks, why are you making it sound like you don’t want to be near me?”

You sit down, putting as much distance between you and Mike as the small loveseat will allow. “I don’t know?” Because you don’t want him to think you’re easy? “This is a little transparent and… I have to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” What is wrong with you?

“Hey, are you here with Mike?” Oh god no… Some girl approaches you as you’re washing your hands, giving you a pitiful look when you nod. “Have you met his cats yet? Poor you.” She and another girl – looks like a friend of hers, you’re guessing they’re on a double date – laugh, and it almost sounds evil.

“Actually, I have,” you answer. “They’re adorable. And Mike is great.”

“They sleep in his bed. It’s weird,” the girl throws back at you, her voice absolutely dripping with contempt. You have to get out of here before you punch this bitch, but she stops you as you make a beeline for the door. “Hey! I’m just trying to help. He’s a weirdo.”

“He’s a vet,” you yell, “they tend to like animals. And it’s not weird. It’s sweet. Now get out of my way, I’m on a date.” You roll your eyes and push little miss spoilsport out of the way, leaving her there with a hideous grimace of disbelief on her pointy face. Okay, maybe she doesn’t look that bad, but you’ve had it with that cunt.

“Hey,” Mike says nervously when you come back to your seat.

“Hey,” you snap, still not over what just happened in the bathroom. When you look at Mike, there’s concern on his face.

“What’s wrong, Sweetcheeks?” he asks, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

“Have I ever told you you’re a great guy, and that I really like spending time with you?” you quietly blurt out as you sit down – close to him, this time. So close, in fact, that you’re almost in his lap.

“Eh, no you haven’t, thanks? Where is this coming from?” He looks a little flustered, clearly not expecting your compliment, or you sitting so close to him. You can’t blame him. Minutes ago, you were halfway through tearing him a new one for being a little obvious about wanting to make out with you.

“Some horrible troll-” You emphasize the word and speak up a little as aforementioned horrible troll passes by your seat – yes, you’re being petty, and yes, you’re going to keep being petty. “-attacked me in the bathroom calling you weird, and I need you to know that you’re not. And I really like being here with you, and I don’t actually care that you’re not being more subtle about this. I kind of like this. It’s cozy.”

“We don’t have to do anything, I just thought… you told me you get scared and I want to be able to hold you if you do,” he whispers, a little uneasy – and cleverly omitting the ‘easier to make out this way’ portion of his transparent plan, so you raise an eyebrow at him to coax the rest of the truth from him. “Baby, we’ve been cockblocked by cats, caught by my parents in their room and I was put on house arrest for three weeks… I just want you close. We can always just watch the movie.”

When he says that last bit, you laugh. “Then you really should have picked a better movie.”

You eat your popcorn during the commercials and the first five minutes of the movie. It’s plenty of time to determine the whole thing is absolute crap – and that the world probably could have done without yet another Hellraiser movie. In fact, you’re starting to regret not spending these five minutes making out with Mike. Luckily, with the way Mike kisses, he makes up for those five minutes within seconds.

Another lucky thing would be the fact that Mike still clearly realizes that you are, in fact, in a public place, which means he isn’t as handsy as he was last time… The last thing you need is to get caught somewhere on your way to half naked in a movie theater, that would be… bad. Let’s leave it at that. Now, that doesn’t mean Mike isn’t all over you in any way he can get away with – of course he is, and you want him to, but man, it makes you wish you were at his place right now, and his cats would leave you the fuck alone, and the turtles wouldn’t be slurping up all attention, and his parents wouldn’t walk in on you.

You stay snuggled up to Mike for the duration of the movie, and even though the few snippets you’ve seen are so horrible you can’t even describe it, you’re sad when it’s over. Hand in hand, you leave the cinema, walking towards his car just about as slowly as you can manage.

“I don’t want this date to end,” you confess as you finally get to the car. His parents are home tonight, he already mentioned that, and so is your roommate. Mike says nothing, and with slightly heated cheeks you get into the car.

“Doesn’t have to be over,” he mumbles when he’s also seated and the doors are closed. You look at him, shock apparent on your face, and shake your head by means of a question. Mike makes a vague gesture around him. Does he mean…? He can’t be serious!

“In your car?” you blurt out in disbelief. Absolutely the fuck not!

“God, you’re hot.” So, you caved. Who cares? You’re young, and you’re finally alone, and it’s Mike’s hands sliding up your sides, underneath your blouse and his hands feel good, and there’s no cats to sit on anyone’s head, or… You’re not even overly worried about a serial killer showing up – which is a very normal fear for you after having watched a horror movie, but your little movie date with Mike involved so little actual watching that you’re not scared now.

“Babe?” Mike takes a short break from feeling you up to check if you’re okay, although he never actually takes his lips off your neck. Is ‘pulling on the hem of his shirt until he finally takes it off’ and answer to his question? Apparently. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him into another kiss. You used to think his enthusiasm was a little bit childish, but you have to admit; these weeks have taken their toll on you, too. At this point, you’re almost just as bad as he is, clawing at his back, impatiently dragging his mouth back to yours.

He's surprisingly strong, and not-so-surprisingly good at maneuvering you around in the backseat of this car. Ten bucks says it’s not the first – or second, or third – time he’s done this… Mike pulls you into lap, and the sigh that you let out as you straddle his thighs morphs into a chuckle.

“You’re happy,” you tease as soon as you feel his erection rub against you.

“Cats, parents, grounded,” he mumbles while kissing down your neck, towards your chest. With a few swift moves, he opens enough of your blouse to be able to reach your boobs.

“How on earth did you… That was fast!” you exclaim, staring at your now mostly naked chest in disbelief.

“I stick needles in squirming hamsters on occasion. Can’t do that without at least a little dexterity,” Mike deadpans. If there’s a good response to that out there, you sure as hell don’t know what it is.

You bite your lip and hold down a chuckle when Mike’s hands find their way into the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing your ass through the fabric and pulling you closer against him. When you roll your hips, he moans – the sound is music to your ears. There’s something about teasing this guy that’s… fun and easy but at the same time insanely satisfying. The way he squirms underneath you, the way he gets impatient and sloppy – well, sloppier… You’ve never felt like someone wanted you this much – and not just because he wants to see your tits, perhaps?

Somehow, Mike manages to get you onto your back in the backseat. It’s a less practical position, but it works – kinda – and that’s good enough for you. For all your talk about Mike being eager and impatient, this whole waiting thing is definitely also starting to take its toll on you.

Soon, it’s your hands in his back pockets – as soon as you’re done mapping every muscle in his back, that is. He grinds his hips into you. You’re wet, you’re ready; you need him. Slowly, one of your hands moves to the front of his jeans, struggles with the button for a moment, then…

Three raps on the window, Mike pulling away from you, buttoning his jeans, while you hastily try to button your blouse again. Before you can make yourself completely decent, another knock, and Mike rolling down the window.

“Officer,” he sighs, “good evening.”

“Michael.” The cop knows him by name? That’s not a good thing… Especially considering the fact that Mike turns around to you with a horrified look on his face.

“I swear he only knows my name because mom and I take care of the dogs!” Sounds plausible.

“Go home, kids,” the officer warns you both before walking away.

Mike kisses you again before reaching down to pick his shirt up off the floor.

“Sorry,” he says softly. “I know it was a horrible idea, I just…”

“You want to have sex with me,” you reply. He seems taken aback by your directness, but after a short while, he shakes his head, much to your surprise.

“I mean…” He sighs deeply. “Please don’t think that’s all there is to it. I really like you.”

“You’re just a little impatient,” you tease. He rolls his eyes before crawling back into the front seat, then he helps you get back in the passenger seat.

“C’mon, I’ll drive you home.”

[ghostfeather]

so! i spent the weekend in sf visiting my baby sister and also making the last minute decision to go to the ooo meet & greet event because i couldn't handle the pcd. here's how it went :)

since it was a ~fan chat~ or whatever, the process worked totally different than the concert fansign. i checked in and then a little before 12, they started calling people by queue numbers to line up outside. why they did that? i don't really know because when they let you into the venue, they said it didn't matter what your queue number was so sit wherever you want in the first 5 or 6 rows, and fans behind me were running to fill up the first row. i didn't particularly care that much to be at the very front because i needed to mentally prepare myself so it was fine. the venue was so incredibly tiny and intimate, so there was no bad seat.

also i met an older lady right in front of me in line who was also from atlanta which was super cool! she was super sweet and gave me extra freebies, and it was nice having someone to talk to because there was A LOT of waiting and they were VERY strict about having no phones out for the m&g portion. kind of wish i'd gotten her contact info. she was fun. i hope her and his husband have a safe trip home.

anyway it was set up like a typical fansign and worked like you expect fansigns to work. they called 6 people up at a time to sit with each member for a minute and get their poster/album signed. i had literally packed a seOul cOllectiOn album to have signed in my luggage and then realized halfway on the drive to the venue that it was still in my luggage in my sister's apartment 🥲 if i had borrowed her car, i'd have gone back to get it, but i wasn't going to pay an uber to make another round-trip.

so yeah staff explained the rules and then the boys walked in and it got started immediately. the fansign order was yoojung, nine, mill, kb, rie, and junji. i had a ways to wait because i was in the 4th row on the left side but i was right at the aisle with nothing obstructing me so i was pretty visible, or at least my nagongie was because it definitely caught nine and rie's attention. i could see their eyes widen when they saw it lol. the nice thing about the fansign being longer was all the fanservice the boys did in the downtime at the beginning and end, especially yoojung and nine who were on my side. it was my turn after maybe an hour.

yoojung: since he was first, i was not prepared so it was kind of awkward. the nice thing about traveling for a show is that it's a talking point so i just started off with that, but then fumbled over everything else i was trying to say. he's not the most fluent in english so i don't think he understood me and i did not make myself easy to understand. i apologized for being nervous, and he said "why nervous?" and i didn't tell him it's because he's so fucking intimidatingly pretty that it rendered me speechless but i sure did think it. so he did make an effort to ask me questions instead. he asked me what my favorite ooo stage was, and i said all of them because it's true but i feel like maybe i should have been specific instead of giving a cop-out answer. then he asked if i ate breakfast. i told him i ate cereal and he was genuinely upset that i ate such a pathetic breakfast but well. there was a mishap that morning with a quesadilla and cheddar cheese and carrots that i just could not begin to explain. he told me he ate pancakes though. i told him pancakes were good but i lied. i only like waffles.

nine: my nagongie made him SO happy. for some reason, he thought i had a drink in it and before i even could say anything, he immediately, without asking, grabbed it and opened up the zipper. then he saw my wallet in there and apologized PROFUSELY. i don't know why he did that, but i'm kind of glad because it really helped dispel the awkwardness because i wasn't nervous at all after that. we had the most chill conversation and i could've kept talking to him forever. he told me his nagongie is smaller and only comes up to mine's chin, so i said mine is the big brother and he said it could be nagongie's dad. so yeah we're more than besties now. we're family. the rest of the conversation just flowed so naturally. he was the only one i ran out of time to talk to. i forgot to show him my daisy manicure which i got for the m&g 🤦‍♀️💔

mill: he asked me for my name, and for those who don't know, my name is maryam. so of course he turns it into a pun and begins to fucking serenade me?? something like "oh, marry marry marry me." like i know it's extremely typical yongsoo behavior but the AUDACITY to do that to my face??? i told him i think i'm too old for him. then he asked for my favorite song and i said dOra maar so he started singing to me AGAIN but it was the english version 🙃 i really adore mill's tone while singing and it's genuinely my favorite of the whole group so it was a nice moment even if it was so embarrassing for me. someone gave him a stuffed baby cheetah (or snow leopard?) to wear on his wrist and i wanted to pet it SO badly. i should've pet it.

kb: he also asked for my name and how to spell it. luckily my atl seatmate had a sharpie and i'd written my name on my lanyard in case there was moment like this, so i just showed him and he wrote my name on the poster. he kept telling me over and over that it was a beautiful name and that...it sounded like marry. so naturally he asked "will you maryam me?" it actually took a while to register because he's pretty mild-mannered and he just...said it so casually that i missed it and just started telling him about how i go by mary at sbux since they never know how to spell maryam. i don't know why i told him that, but then he apologized to me i think either for the pun or for not knowing the spelling either. i'm not sure 😔 but he said again that he thinks it's a beautiful name.

rie: i went in prepared for him this time. or so i thought. he held up both hands when he greeted me, so i went in for a double high five, but then he laced his fingers with mine 😰 like...sir, i don't know you like that. then he asked me what my favorite ooo choreo was, so i said designer because it was the first thing to come to mind honestly. but then he asked me WHY and suddenly i was afraid he was going to quiz me on the finer points of the choreo? i just said i liked the formations, fully terrified that he'd ask me to specify which particular formation i liked. so terrified that i didn't see this coming-

rie: i like angel choreography

me, wishing i'd said angel: oh angel is good! i love angel too!

rie: do you know why?

me: why?

rie: because you're my angel.

😑

friendship ended with rie. now nine is my best friend. i also told him i saw him in atlanta which he was really excited about. he told me the atl crowd was very energetic. he told me the steak he had in atlanta was the best thing he'd eaten on the entire tour. he also grabbed my hands one more time before i left. now i'm just like...what are we?

junji: he's probably the least fluent in english so it was a bit difficult to communicate. he said my nagongie was cute and pointed out that he and i had matching hair. i mean, mine was dark blue back in july and i just haven't touched it up since then so it's a very faded green-ish color? and junji's hair is also a very faded green-ish color right now so i guess we are technically matching. i tried to explain it to him as simply as i could but i'm sure he didn't understand a word so he just smiled and nodded. i told him about seeing him in atl and i wanted to bring up his birthday but i think we spent too much time in awkward silence so we ran out of time 🥲 at least he was nice to look at.

after all that was over they did group photos but this time they had fans sit in chairs and the boys stand behind. i sat in front of junji but i didn't do a pose with him because he didn't offer and i was afraid to make a request but it's whatever because it was the last thing i cared about.

after that, they performed seOul drift, did a short q&a session, then did a sOng of ice & fire, which i didn't expect, and then it was over. i kind of wish they just did a q&a for the whole time and just saved their energy because they absolutely did not hold back for those two songs.

at some point during the q&a, they were asked what concept they wanted to try, and i forgot who responded but they said whatever concept lyOns wanted, and a lot of people started shouting for cute concept to which nine IMMEDIATELY went "no cute! i am not a teenager!" so it's confirmed, we're never getting another blOssOm.

mill performed a snippet of bOss and junji did a bit of picassO and i love them both so much for that. junji also did gaslighting and rie tried to strip him multiple times 🙃 nine talked about the four maple syrups he bought from canada. rie made sure to tell the whole venue about the steak in atlanta. one of the questions was "what would you do instead if you weren't an idol?" and nine said "i'd be bored." he's so valid.

and then it was snapshot time. i was lucky to get snapshots with everyone but nine and yoojung. someone was offering to trade a nine for mill but i couldn't give up mill 🥲 but maybe next time.

i went to kb first and at that point after seeing him face-to-face four times, i wasn't nervous at all. the most nerve-wracking part was choosing a pose because making decisions gives me anxiety. there was a bad glare from the window so i got to go back and take another picture with him which was nice bc i looked awful the first time but great the second time.

uhhh rie called me baby as i was walking up to him 🙃 i am once again asking...WHAT are we???? and yes i did do the cheek poke.

junji's line was long as fuck and never ending. i felt bad about having to go back to take another because the first was super blurry. he fist bumped me both times as i was leaving, and i truly appreciate that. yes, king, set those boundaries. friendzone only 🤜🤛

mill was, of course, the sweetest and cutest and loveliest person and i love him forever and ever. he had his arm around me while we did the M pose and then..as i was saying goodbye, he took that arm and reached up and he. PET MY HEAD LIKE A DOG. COMPLETELY UNPROVOKED. LITERALLY GAVE ME HEAD SCRITCHES. WHY DID HE DO THAT? I'M STILL SO BAFFLED. like i literally walked away with this reaction. how could he disarm me like that twice? next time i meet him, i have to assert my dominance 😤

so yeah that was a really fun experience, and i'd totally recommend it to anyone if the chance ever comes up again. i think i would do it again in a heartbeat if it were held in atlanta.

[myechoecho]

The Goryeo Khitan War was so good. It's not my normal sort drama but I enjoyed it.

Firstly, it's nice to see a different era because lets be real, if it's a historical kdrama there is a 98% chance it will take place Joseon. The fact that it is not Joseon makes it feel refreshing. Between this, and Moon in the Day which takes place in Silla era we have two historical kdramas that are not in the Joseon period and are in fact two different periods.

Thinking back on all the historical kdramas I've watched, I can only think of three off the top of my head that were not in the Joseon period - Moon Lovers, My Country: the New Age and River Where the Moon Rises. Even then, My Country was the transition period from Goryeo and Joseon so it maybe doesn't quite fit. And River Where the Moon Rises became a hot mess because of the ML recast (if there is one actor that I absolutely do not like it is Na In Woo) and I dropped it not longer after that happened. There may be more in there but I honestly cannot remember at the moment.

I was not expecting the current king to be gay and pretty openly gay at that. His relationship with this mother seems to be messed up to say the least. Her allowing him to come in when she is bathing and him saying if only there was another woman as beautiful has her he wouldn't be attracted to men. Which is not how being gay works, but ok. My quick search didn't give much information on King Mokjong, so I don't know if this is historically accurate.

I actually like Mokjong. He recognizes that he is a poor king but he also wants to follow the proper means to ascension so he wants his cousin (?) to inherit the throne. Not his half brother. Plus he genuinely loves his vassal. But he should let that vassal die as he asks. Mokjong is right to bring back the prince - and I think he understands that he will become powerless. In fact, he is likely to become powerless either way because let's be real this Queen will kick him off the throne before he dies. At least bringing back the prince will ensure that the heir he wants is on the throne. Listening to the vassal is a dumb idea, even dumber to say he will only bring the prince if the vassal agrees. Dude, I see why you are a bad king.

I also liked the prince who has been exiled. It feels like a proper origin story of the king he will become. Right now he is a somewhat bratty teen. But he has trauma knowing that his aunt wants to kill him. He cares for the younger monk who is assigned to him. He didn't have to apologize for him getting whipped, but he does and helps with this chores.

There quite a few players and I don't know who they are or their motivations. But I already love that this will be about undermining the Queen's plot to have her son become king and then placing the prince on the throne, along with fighting a war with the Khitan. It's going to be fairly complex.

[sapphire-weapon]

Okay, so apologies! I am a new fan in a way, I have been playing all the games of Resident Evil or trying at least. I have played through Resident Evil 1 Remake, and currently, I'm in Resident Evil 5. I don't understand why people are so forced to believe the things are the same. Like Ada in the original obviously sells plagas despite Ada Remake obviously has a bit of guilt. And I understand the frustration of Resident Evil 6, especially when the movies are suppose to clarify their story. (Like Damnation is suppose to explain they have met around and why Resident Evil 6 is its sequel for Aeon)

This timeline is stupidly messy. Especially with its useless moments. This world needed a remake, but people are just blinded, still believing everything is the same. Like, people don't care about these characters or their stories. They do realize their characters look like dicks if they continued their old ways. And I don't get why Resident Evil 4 was Leon's, I'm guessing because he was the pretty boy.

It's just pathetic that we don't see Wesker until 5 and we have to play Veronica and revelations to see Wesker. And he fucking dies in 5.

Anyways, I love Chris and Sheva. I'm excited to play 6 to see that mess and see why fans either love or hate this game.

so i'm not sure what you mean by this:

They do realize their characters look like dicks if they continued their old ways. And I don't get why Resident Evil 4 was Leon's, I'm guessing because he was the pretty boy.

and wesker was in 4, so i'm also not sure what you mean by saying "we don't see Wesker until 5."

but as far as the first part is concerned...

me and @godtier had a really long conversation about this a few days ago. on top of the checklist mentality that old fans went into the remakes with, RE2 remake in particular was written how fans remembered the game, and not how the game actually was.

what i mean is.

in OG RE2, leon is kind of a fucking dick. he's an asshole cop with an ego who tries to throw his weight around and then whines when no one follows his authority. but that's not how the fandom remembers him in that game. fandom remembers him as being a naive optimistic Good Boy uwu who gets screwed over big time and doesn't deserve it. so that's how the remake was written.

in OG RE2, ada's actually kind of soft and well-mannered, and the affection that she shows for leon is genuine. but that's not how fandom remembers her in that game. fandom remembers her as being That Spy Bitch Who Manipulated Leon. so that's how the remake was written.

in OG RE2, claire is a nice girl with an exceptional amount of patience who tries to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. but that's not how fandom remembers her in that game. fandom remembers her as A Redfield(TM) with a short temper who doesn't take any shit. so that's how the remake was written.

so when you have the game being written in a way that matches up with people's (false) memories in addition to the checklist mentality that fans went into the game with, yeah, you get people going "this is exactly how it was in OG."

what blows my mind is that new fans buy into this, too, when they're the ones who should be listening to the bullshit old fans are saying and going "but that's not true."

[scarlettdragnastan]

The Lies We Tell Ourselves- An ACOSF/ACOTAR fanfic.

Chapter 2

"How was lunch with Nesta?" Azriel asked as Cassian and him made their way to Windhaven where the Valkyries in training are waiting for them. The weather was nice and both males agreed that flying is the preferable method of transport today rather than winnowing.

"It was great." Cassian beamed, "We've talked about the mating ceremony and I asked for her opinion on everything. She seemed on board with pretty much everything actually. I'm really excited."

Azriel smiled softly at his brother; he seemed happy and Azriel couldn't remember when Cassian was genuinely this excited and happy.

"I can't wait until the mating ceremony next week, it will be great." Cassian nodded. Azriel hummed in answer and patted his brother's shoulder. "Did you figure out why Emerie and Gwyn were glaring at you the entire week?"

At that, Cassian's happy demeanor deflated and Azriel wanted to slap himself. "No, Nesta didn't know, and I didn't pester her for more." Cassian shrugged, "After lunch, we took a stroll in the city and then went to the house for a couple of hours."

"Mmhm." Azriel raised an eyebrow and elbowed Cassian in the ribs, "Couldn't even wait for a week."

Cassian snorted and a smirk formed on his lips, "What can I say? She drives me crazy."

In truth, Cassian has not been able to stop thinking about Emerie and Gwyn lately.  He didn't want them to be angry with him, and he can't stop thinking about what he might have done to offend them. Both females are important to Nesta, and they are both his friends, so if he did anything to cause this rift he'd like to know and fix it- preferably before the ceremony. Which is why, Cassian has decided that he will confront both females today after training, and apologize for whatever he's done.

When they finally arrived, they saw the females already warming up, and Cassian jogged up to Nesta to steal a quick peck which earned them unamused glares from Azriel and Emerie, but it didn't matter because Nesta's smile was enough to make him forget everything around him. She doesn't smile like this often, but when she does, she lights up his entire world.

After training, he asked if he can talk to Emerie and Gwyn alone and Nesta gave him a questioning look which he responded to with a reassuring smile. "I just need to ask them something. Want to head to that new bookstore with me afterwards?"

Nesta gave him a puzzled look but shrugged when he wouldn't give in and tell her what he wants. She'll just interrogate him later. Or interrogate Emerie and Gwyn.

"Want to get water with me?" Azriel asked her and she nodded. Once they were out of earshot, Cassian turned to the two remaining females.

"I just want to know if I did something to offend you two? And if I did I would like to apologize."

Emerie snorted, "We are not the ones who need an apology from you."

Cassian tilted his head in confusion and Gwyn sighed in exasperation. "Nesta! She's the one you should apologize to after what you put her through! You made her cry!"

Cassian's blood ran cold and his breath hitched. 

You made Nesta cry.

The words kept repeating in his mind over and over again.

"Look, just because you are mates, it doesn't mean you guys have to maintain the bond. It's okay to let her go so she can find someone who loves her and actually respects her wishes."

Cassian stood there like a deer in headlights, because he didn't understand where this was coming from and his brain was working extra time trying to figure it out. Find someone who actually loves her? His fists clenched at the thought of Nesta with another male. Cassian would fucking die for Nesta. 

"What do you mean? I love Nesta! I would do anything for her!"

"No you won't." Emereie scowled. "You won't and you know it. Cassian you're a good and kind male, but what you're doing to Nesta is not okay. She actually loves you, and she'd do anything for you- even give up her own life and choices. The least you could do is be honest with her and with yourself."

Every new word she's uttering is making Cassian more confused and angry. Because no one has the right to question his love for Nesta. Not when he has been ready to stab himself if it meant the damn mortal queen wouldn't order him to kill Nesta. He took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down.

"I am honest with myself. I love Nesta."

"Are you sure you are not shackled to her?"

Cassian stumbled back. Emereie's words hitting him like a super powered punch, the pain equal to the pain he endured when his wings were broken. He had said those words to Nesta. Said them and then forgot about it, but they made Nesta cry.

Mental images of the last time Nesta cried in front of him flooded his minds, and  his head roared. His heart ached. His eyes welled up with tears as he remembered all the derogatory words she said about herself. About all the negative thoughts she has of herself. 

The look that crossed her face when he mentioned she’d fall and break all her bones...

This made his heart skip a beat, and he recalled how she gazed up at him, eyes full with love when Briallyn ordered him to kill. Nesta looked up at him trying to convey all her love through her eyes, but she also looked up at him like it was goodbye. Like it was goodbye and she was at peace with it- like she wanted it.

Cassian's breathing became ragged, and his wide eyes cleared again as he took in the two females in front of him.

"You say you want this mating ceremony, but Cassian I don't think you truly mean it. I think you just like the idea of the mating bond- of having a mate, any mate- not Nesta."

This undid him, and a traitorous tear fell from his eye. Is that what they think? Is that what Nesta thinks? Yes, that is exactly what Nesta thinks and she had told him that. She told him that it's just the bond blinding him to the truth, whatever truth she thinks is applicable. It was like he was dipped in cold, cold, water and emerged again. Head clear, but heart absolutely shattered.

Gwyn took pity on him, and put a hand on Emerie's shoulder to stop her friend from saying more. "Listen, all we are saying is, that Nesta deserves happiness after everything that has happened to her. If you don't love her, then please don't put her through more misery because she does love you Cassian. She loves you and she hates herself, but you should know that. Anyone would know that just by observing her, how she speaks, how she scoffs when anyone shows concern for her, how ready she is to sacrifice herself."

Cassian knows this, he knows it all. He acknowledged it multiple times the past two years. Yet, why did he not do anything about it? He thought she got better, that they got past whatever it is they said and hurled at each other during the Blood Rite. Apparently not, but how was he supposed to know when Nesta didn't say anything. But then again, Nesta hasn't said much of anything this past week after the Blood Rite, after accepting the bond. He should have known something was up when she agreed to anything and everything Cassian and Rhys proposed for the mating ceremony. He should have done better. They all should have.

Cassian shook his head and lowered his voice to a whisper, "I'm sorry. I will make it better, I promise. I love Nesta. I need her like I need air."

"Then prove it to her. Don't shackle her in a mating bond you have no intention of honoring."

"But..." His voice was scratchy, and he forced himself to swallow against the lump that formed in his throat. "Nesta offered me a biscuit. She asked me if I want a biscuit or the mating ceremony. She wants it." But then he added much more hesitant, "She wants it, doesn't she?"

Emerie looked at him with sad eyes, "Of course she does Cassian. But she didn't two weeks ago. Two weeks ago she was crying because  you told her you were shackled to her." Her eyes softened even more, "I care for you both, but Nesta is my sister, and she doesn't have anyone else other than me and Gwyn in her corner. Someone has to stand up for her, and it's going to be Gwyn and I." At that, Gwyn nodded her head strongly.

"And because I care for both of you, I do not want to see you build something that should be beautiful and sacred on shaky grounds. Figure your shit out before you hurt each other. Before you hurt her more than you already did."

Emerie and Gwyn made a move to leave, their eyes gleamed in sadness but then they both stoped and turned to Cassian. Gwyn gently squeezed his hand, "I know you care for her Cassian, we just worry for her."

"Did she say anything to you guys?"

"No. Other than the night where she came crying, it was mostly gossip about your bedroom habits," Gwun shrugged with a smile trying to ease the tension. "She doesn't talk about her feelings a lot, you know that."

Cassian nodded numbly, and the two females retreated leaving him all alone with his thoughts. He stayed like that until Nesta's concerned face appeared in front of him and she gave him a small hug, "Everything's okay?"

He nodded, but he wanted to yell NO. At the end, he just wrapped his arms around her and squeezed as tightly as he could, baskin in her scent and sweat. The way her arms tightened around him made him want to sob, but he held it in, because as much as he wants to bask in her warmth and tentative touches right now, he also wants to show her that he cares too.

"Cass?"

"I'm good. As long as you're beside me I'm good."

Her arms tightened even more, and it was in that moment that he vowed that he will show Nesta Archeron how much she means to him. He vowed that will love Nesta Archeron enough for the both of them.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Can we get Mirabels parents giving her the talk I just came up with the idea because I don’t feel like their side of the family should be left out ( when I’m in the dark I read your story’s and you are a light keep on shining ❤️❤️) -from anon

Aw??? Thank you??? Genuinely i love how much you guys love my stuff. If i was physically able, I'd totally complete all my asks in a night. But since I can't, let's just see what we can do about yours!

"And then there was this boy-"

"A boy?"

Agustín looked down at his daughter. He was walking her back home from school, when she said that keyword. Boy. Mirabel looked up at him, nodding.

"Uh huh! His name is Raul, and he's pretty nice. He gave me flowers he found up on the hill."

Now Agustín was a young boy once. He knew what it was like, innocently liking a girl. But becoming a father instantly made you (and by you, we mean Agustín) distrust them, especially with your youngest. She was only nine afterall, what business did she have with a boy? He walked into the Casita with Mirabel, just in time to see his wife cooking with his other daughters (they had a half day at school while Mirabel had a full day).

"There you are! Are you hungry, mija?"

Mirabel nodded, walking up to hug her mother.

"Uh huh! I didn't eat lunch today!"

"Why not? I packed it for you!"

"A boy at school didn't have lunch, so I gave it to him."

"Okay, you need to stop whatever is going on with you and boys."

Isabela rolled her eyes, and Luisa giggled. Julieta meanwhile, gave him THAT look.

"Agustín, I know you'd prefer to separate them, but it's good she plays with the boys. It teaches compassion!"

"It teaches the boys to play MY daughter, Julieta!"

Isa, like any preteen, groaned dramatically.

"Mami, don't tell us we're gonna get the talk again."

"It looks that way, baby. Agustín, are you going to do it this time, or am I?"

"You do it. It grosses me out."

Luisa studied her dad curiously as she helped get a plate ready for Mirabel. She was such a good big sister.

"But you have three kids. How is it gross?"

"It's grossing picturing you three doing that someday. I don't like it, and everyday I pretend I don't see it."

"What don't we see?"

Pepa walked in just in time, plates from Camilo's snack in hand. Mirabel sat at the table with her cut up fruits, looking up at her tìa.

"Mami and papi are gonna give me 'the talk'. Whatever that is."

"Oh! I can give it! It's-"

"NO!!"

Julieta, Luisa, and Isabela cried out, making Agustín and Mirabel raise a brow. Pepa huffed, clearly offended, before turning and leaving, muttering bitterly and thundering as she did so. Julieta sighed.

"Remind me to apologize later. Her talks are just very...detailed. But your father is right. Mirabel can get her period any day now, it's better that she's prepared."

"Is that the same period that makes Isabela cranky?"

Agustín nodded as he sat next to her at the table.

"Exactly. You see, a period is when you bleed for a week, once a month. Then your hormones go crazy. You could cry, you could get angry, you can feel tired, all of that."

Mirabel was paying attention so far, at least.

"Do boys get them?"

"No, boys don't. But they do go through things too. It's this thing called 'puberty'."

Julieta pushed some hair behind her ear as she continued to explain.

"You will also start to grow hair in new places. Under your arms, on your vagina, your legs-"

"And occasionally, even your face."

Mirabel dropped her fruit, and tears started to swell in her eyes. Oh dear god, this is why he hated giving the talk.

"I don't want a mustaaaaache!"

"You won't get one, mija! That's for boys, girl grow soft hair! Usually."

"So...Camilo will grow one?"

"Most likely, yes."

"....but he's gonna look so uuuuggggly!!!"

Three of the girls gave him a look that roughly translated to 'oh my god stop talking', before Isa stepped in.

"Sis, he can shapeshift. And shave."

Mirabel wiped her face, and nodded.

"Oh. Right."

Julieta motioned for Agustín to shut up, and let her talk.

"Now, back to the bleeding. You bleed to shed the lining of eggs inside of you. It's your body getting you ready to have babies of your own. It happened to Luisa, then to Isa, and it even happens to me and Pepa."

"But how does that help make babies?"

"It- Agustín stop making that face."

"I can't help it! I hate this part of parenting!"

"Well too bad, we're here. Okay so, your lining sheds so that way your eggs can be ready for a boy's semen. When you get semen, you get a baby nine months later. And you do that by having sex. Your papi is just worried because once you have your period, you might want to that stuff with a boy."

Luisa gave an uncomfortable smile as she took Mirabel's now empty plate.

"Then papi won't trust you with any boys, minus Camilo. I wasn't allowed to have any at my sleepover last year."

"That's nothing- papi says I can't have any for my quinceañera."

Agustín met the disapproving looks of everyone with a raised up finger.

"Hey, I just want to make sure no boys hurt my babies. Boys can't hurt you if they aren't there."

"Wonderful logic, Agustín."

He wanted to argue with his wife on this, when Mirabel piped up.

"But dad was a boy. And he's good to mami. So not all boys are bad."

"I mean. That is true, but-"

Agustín opened his mouth to retort, before sighing.

"So does this mean we can't have friends that are boys? That's most of my friends."

"Okay, okay, I get it. I'm being a bit much. I just love my girls. You can have friends that are boys. But no boyfriends. None of you date till you're married."

"Agustín that doesn't even-"

"I said what I said, sticking to it."

[regalityandcoffee]

I don't have a title this was just me rambling incoherently (Charlie Dempsey x Reader)

Summary: idk what this is honestly I was half- asleep typing this on my phone near midnight enjoy <3

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It was the first thing he noticed about her, that she talked a lot. Though he was surprised to find it wasn't annoying at all. If it was any one else it probably would have gotten on his nerves.

But she didn't seem to know she was doing it, when she'd sit and overexplain things to him, or ramble endlessly about this and that, her pretty eyes wide and excited. He just sat and listened. He's been doing it ever since she bumped into him in catering that first night while he was filling his water bottle at the fountain, fumbling over apologies and then welcoming him to NXT, offering to show him around if he needed help getting anywhere.

Looking back he probably seemed like a jerk, tilting his head as she looked up at him, fiddling with her hands as she waited for an answer. He nodded and uttered a "thanks" before walking off. He thought about it all day, during training, after leaving the mess that was that Chase U demonstration. Most people didn't go out of there way to talk to him, and though she didn't seem to have done that the words "Oh, I heard you were joining our roster, It's nice to meet you!" Rang in his head like a bell.

She just kept talking, about NXT UK, about how different Full Sail might be. Not scared of him, just seemed to be nervous in general that first time. Jittery, like she just drank too much coffee. Not annoying.

She just talked a lot.

But he liked it. She had a sweet voice, bright and completely genuine. And he was bizarrely happy to hear it again when she bumped into him before his match with Andre. She wished him good luck, and all he could say back was "thanks". She asked him if he was okay after he lost as he stumbled back through the curtains and down the hall, and all he could do was nod.

He always let her talk, finding himself taking every opportunity to hear her voice and yet barely speaking in return, even when she sat in the corner with him of the PC to offer a granola bar or powder for his water as took breaks. Letting her ramble about this and that, about the weather, how she'd avoid one of the benching seats because the bolts seemed too loose, asking if he thought she should get new sneakers, the bottoms of hers had seen better days, telling him about the flea market she bought hers from just in case he was looking for a pair soon.

She talked and talked and talked and he ate up every word of it. And he'd notice when she was having an off day, though he only knew her for a couple months. But simply put, Y/N with her mouth shut for more than ten minutes was just weird, at least to him. He himself could barely speak in the morning, it was just how his body worked, and he didn't know if she was the same, she always got to the PC later than him.

Seeing her lost in her own thoughts or giving him just short answers and nods didn't feel right, and he found himself trying to fix it. Complimenting her work out gear, which got the smallest of smiles and a tired-sounding "Thank you" out of her. He walked over and moved her hands from the buttons of the stationery bike and set it for her since she looked frustrated, even using the one next to her to keep her company.

She seemed to be trying though, mumbling about doing a little for cardio before her match tonight, about how she was just a bit nervous.

He found himself staying back to watch, though he knew he didn't need to. He'd ignore the occasional weird glance in his direction as he watched her on the monitor on the way to the gorilla. He had no idea why she was nervous, she was good, leagues better than her opponent in his eyes. And when she won, a jolt of pride hit him, lips curling into a smile at the look on her face as the ref raised her hand.

He waved to her as she walked through the curtains. Her hair was a mess, brow coated in sweat as she walked towards him, yet all he really noticed was the huge grin on her face.

"You okay?"

She nodded. "I'm great! That went better than I hoped, Nikkita is tough but she's so nice too! We shook hands after, even! And..."

He nodded, listening to her, taking in the joy in her voice. Then he took his chance to throw her off. "We should celebrate, then. Want to go get sandwich or something?"

She paused, then nodded, excusing herself to change. She came out in a crop top and a cute skirt he made himself not think too much about as he took her duffel from her, walking side by side in the parking lot.

"Sorry I've been weird all day, I get real nervous before matches, it of makes me kind of a mess." She said as he put her duffel in the backseat, then opened the passenger's door for her.

"It's fine. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Are you sure?" She looked over at him as he slid into the driver's seat and started up the car.

"I'm sure. Talk to me, I got all night..."

[ninja-librarian]

I don't know if this will be revealed, but how did Boyd and Louie decide to adopt Sylvie? How did Sylvie decide to choose them as her dads?

First, I want to emphasize how much Louie and Sylvie hated each other when they first went on this adventure that ended with Sylvie's adoption. Louie was mad at Sylvie for conning him when they first met, and he lashed out at her, and she lashed right back. All Sylvie knew about Louie when she first met him was that he was the great-nephew of the richest duck in the world and heir to his company, so she just assumed it was all nepotism at its finest and Louie was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, making a lot of judgements about him as a person, basically.

Once they're on the adventure, Louie gets more frustrated when Sylvie easily bonded immediately with Boyd, because... he's Boyd, he's got that way with people. Sylvie tries to hate Boyd on principle, because he's yet another adult and he's married to Louie, but finds that she can't, not when he's so genuinely nice to her and caring. Plus, he trusts her and encourages others--namely, Louie--to trust her. Sylvie tries to still keep some distance, because she's never had an adult in her life stay for very long and she's not going to get disappointed and have her heart broken again.

Sylvie and Louie each separately said something to Boyd along the lines of "I don't know how you can stand him/her." and Boyd's response is basically "He/She reminds me a lot of you." Which they both initially take offense at. Boyd tells Sylvie that there's a deeper level to Louie than she can see, and tells Louie that there must be some reason why Sylvie steals and cons--and that he thinks Louie knows deep down what that might be.

While they're on this adventure and camping out, Louie finds Sylvie is still awake near the campfire and goes to join her. He tells her about how, when he was a little kid, he didn't know that his great-uncle was Scrooge McDuck. The only family he ever had was his brothers and Uncle Donald. He tells Sylvie about growing up financially insecure, with Donald unable to hold down a job for very long and money being tight with three kids and one income when Donald did have steady employment; Donald outright owning the houseboat was the only way they kept a roof over their heads the entire time the boys were growing up. Louie saw how hard and honestly Donald worked and realized that it never amounted to anything, not when it often led to Donald being disrespected by bosses and customers, or fired over just about anything, even if something wasn't entirely Donald's fault. He figured out pretty quickly that the difference was power, and figured out that the way to get power was to have money. Working hard and honestly for it didn't seem to work for his uncle, so why should Louie bother doing the same when he could get money by being dishonest and lazy? It wasn't until he was in his teens that he realized this and could articulate how he felt and unbury some of those feelings of powerlessness as a kid, and ended up going to therapy.

Louie fully admits to Sylvie that he's done things that, looking back, he wasn't proud of, but he's glad that he was able to move past that point in his life and grow. And he apologizes to her, because he should have recognized those feelings of powerlessness and trying to change her situation in Sylvie. Sylvie is taken aback by the apology, having never had an adult apologize to her before, and though Louie gives her an opening to talk about her situation, she lies and tells him that she has a family, they're just really poor. Louie tells her that, when they get back, he'll do what he can to help her, and, knowing she'd get caught in the lie, tells him that she doesn't want his help and that she's not some charity case before storming away and going back to her sleeping bag.

Adventure continues, and Sylvie inadvertently shows off her Sharpie skills, which Louie takes note of, and when there's a big battle, Louie and Sylvie end up working together to create a plan after Louie tells her that she is sharper than the sharpies and that he knows she can figure this out, and that he's right there to help her see the angles she can't. Sylvie takes comfort in this and together they work out a plan, and save the day.

After that, things are infinitely better between Louie and Sylvie; Louie, who had been a big ball of stress for days, feels relaxed around her, and he offers Sylvie an internship of sorts upon returning to Duckburg--so long as her parents are fine with it. At which point Sylvie knows that her lie is going to get found out so she deflects and says "Thanks, but no thanks". But Sylvie feels very comfortable around Boyd and Louie, and wishes it could last forever, but doesn't tell either of them that.

When they get back to Duckburg, Sylvie tries to sneak away during the reunions. What she didn't know was that Boyd had been in contact with Daisy, asking her to find Sylvie's parents to let them know that she was safe. What Daisy found instead was Sylvie's social worker, who was not happy with Sylvie's disappearing act. Louie and Boyd see that Sylvie's being yelled at by an angry woman and rush over to defend her, and the truth comes out: Sylvie has no family, she's been in foster care pretty much her entire life, and is a repeat runaway and thief. Louie, who had told Sylvie before that she was nothing but trouble only to have her say "Yeah, I've heard that before", realizes why she's heard that before... Sylvie was told that this was the last straw, she's going to get shipped away to a boarding school for troubled kids. Sylvie says that the adventure was worth it, and thanks Louie and Boyd for taking a chance on her.

Boyd and Louie are absolutely gutted over Sylvie's situation, have some debate over whether or not they could possibly adopt her or if they should, then their parents and Drake gives them some advice and they make the decision: they can't live without Sylvie any longer, and they're going to bring her home.

Sylvie didn't know she wanted Boyd and Louie to be her dads until the moment they came for her, saying they wanted to adopt her. She who was nothing but trouble, who needed to be taught how to properly get into and out of trouble, was wanted and loved as a daughter. It was not something she'd let herself dream of having, but when the offer came, she knew it was right and said "Yes, I want to be your daughter."

And that's how the Duck-Gearloose family came to be.

[dreamertrilogys]

If you are comfortable sharing, what's the situation with dani? ofc pls only share if you are comfortable!!<3

i typed up a response to this & then accidentally deleted it TWICE i fucking hate this app. anyway this got long soooo

okay so we first met in english class at the start of the year right (we were both sort of friends with this one girl & like we sat near each other and both spoke up in class a lot). anyway we got this assignment to write a memoir about something that’s happened in our lives. so here i was a week before the due date, still topic-less (we had a month to work on it btw). i half-jokingly said i could come out to the teacher as bi in the memoir bc then she’d HAVE to give me a good mark right (it worked btw i got a 98% on it <3). and then it sort of spiralled into a whole “you should write about someone you’ve dated and being sexuality into it via that” / “i’ve never dated anyone” / “pretend you dated me”. (oh btw dani was already out to me and our other friends from english class as bi at this point). and so then we started flirting a LOT but like mostly as a joke(???). it was definitely more lighthearted at the start but like. well we were still very much flirting. like it was to the point where she’d ask me to go somewhere with her and i’d have to ask “in what way do you mean that” (the reply to that was always some variation of “in whatever way you want me to mean it”). this continued for like months and stuff but i didn’t consider the possibility that she actually liked me until recently (around a week ago ish?) anyway

okay so now it’s ummm. last tuesday(?). there’s a supply teacher for english so we decide to skip together (in a date way. i think). many things happen here:

we hold hands (romantically. she specifically asked me if i held hands with my friends and when i said no she was like ok good)

she kept looking at me and i kept saying what and then eventually she told me she thought i was pretty and that she liked me

this was so. like i had to cover my face with my hands for a bit after this and then i eventually told her she was pretty too and stuff. i couldn’t manage to tell her that i liked her but i did heavily imply it i think

i then came out to her as trans (ok so this was kind of rocky. first i was like would you still like me if i was a guy & she was like (lightheartedly/mostly jokingly) no bc guys have penises

and i was like are you bi? (like not meanly but just she’s sort of been questions if she’s bi or a lesbian and like. yknow) and then we sort of talked abt it for a bit and she was like i don’t know there’s like one (1) guy i’d date but don’t worry it’ll never happen (can’t tell if she only likes him bc he’s unattainable or if she was just clarifying that it would never happen bc yknow she just told me that she liked me)

anyway then and then she was like why tho? and so i was like i’m trans etc etc (MOST EMBARRASSING CONVERSATION OF MY LIFEEEE i genuinely despise the act of coming out to people it’s so awkward). anyway she was incredibly nice about it and apologized for her previous answer and shit (like she was genuinely truly sorry for it trust me). she was also like “for the record i still like you”. anyway she asked what names/pronouns she should use in front of which people etc etc

anyway while walking back to school after the whole coming out business she was like “can i reword something from before?” and then told me she thought i was hot (like in contrast to the earlier pretty). this was SOOOOO

okay so anyway ever since then she’s taken over the spot of the guy who used to sit next to me in english and every class we just spend with our chairs pressed together shoulders touching etc etc. now my PERSONAL issues with the idea of dating her:

i mean. there’s my religious stuff obviously. islamically i technically can’t date anyone but like. i genuinely don’t know where i stand on that anymore it’s quite awful i don’t want to think about it etc etc

there’s the fact that i still have a huge crush on one of my other friends (but like. he’s very definitely currently unattainable so i’m not sure how much this matters)

i’ve never dated anyone before this is so scary 😭😭 she’s dated much more than me and like. idk

she’s so cool and pretty and nice and hot but i don’t truly think we could like be together forever like we simply are just two very different people without enough in common (OR maybe i just have commitment issues. who knows.) (then again we were never really friends like the whole friendship was based on flirting as a joke so really what common ground do we have) (do i really have commitment issues? i mean yes probably but also i genuinely think if my friend who i have a crush on asked me out right now i’d probably say yes. but then again who knows for sure. certainly not me!)

not an issue this is a pro. did i mention she’s SO fucking hot like it’s insane 😳

[thissugarcane]

qaf rewatch, 1x13

For the life of me I can't remember what this episode includes within it -- and the fact that it's called "Very Stupid People" doesn't give any type of hint.

also for the record, the peacock show stuff is starting to show up in #qaf. :(

oh, THIS is the Kip Thomas ep!

okay, you know what? Brian isn't actually terrible to his employees until they give him awful work. he doesn't yell, he tells them flatly "this is bad" and tells Kip to run with the better idea. I don't think that he's actually a dragon boss *g*

"true trailblazing pioneer [lesbians]" - Mel bonds more with the woman who doesn't want kids than the ones that do. Marianne is a lot like Leda, huh? Mel might want a family but she doesn't want this life, jesus

"p-town party's coming up" - you know, Brian sees that there's something up with Emmett too. But he doesn't actually do anything about it. (Compared to Michael who doesn't seem to even notice Em's upset)

I still can't watch these anti-gay conversion fucks

Oh Kip. We're supposed to compare his sleazy come-ons with Brian's... oh yeah, the liberty air campaign. Also, Brian doesn't mix work with pleasure until work is done. Like, he does cruise Kip, but you can see in his eyes the desperation doesn't do anything for him

This sex scene is interesting since Brian isn't that into it, but Kip is pretty vocal

Mel burying herself in work to avoid Lindsay, and then Lindsay expects an apology for Mel's behaviour, for being rude at the shower. Lindsay, what did you think? that's who Mel *is*.

like, I really don't get Mel/Lindsay. They should have split up in season one.

Okay, so Marianne and Mel... Marianne isn't blaming the babymakers, she's not dissing lindsay, she's just saying "sometimes you don't want that life". If only Mel had listened.

Hey, it's Beck in the background of the dyke bar! of course it is.

"How long have you known me? I don't do 'dates'." So, okay. Justin is just. Hanging out in the loft while Brian's working. They're both clothed. Does Justin have a KEY by now?

"Want to come to babylon with me?" Brian is soooo close to saying yes... and that smack -- okay, so this is the second moment where brian's testing Justin and his possible D control :> ...not that i'm going to write that AU.

Kip is kind of extremely sleazy

Michael making fun of the porno play and then he writes a comic book that's basically as hilarious. Also, Ted's always been into porn. It's a shame he lost his business-- it really was his true dream. (Like Brian lost his career, and Justin lost Hollywood. Hmmm.)

Mel cheated. But so what, Mel cheated. I bet Lindsay is the kind of woman who never actually forgave her for it. Also, look at the sex she's getting from Marianne - for once it's about Mel being taken care of. Mel's usually the one giving Lindsay pleasure, but Marianne takes control and fucks her so all Mel has to do is hold on.

And now Lindsay's blaming her for being out all night and then sweet to her as if she wasn't a shit earlier.

Randomly; if they've got a guest room, why did Justin sleep on the couch when he stayed over? Oops, continuity.

I don't usually care a lot about continuity errors, but that one's hilarious.

Ugh, Kip trying to angle for a date and Brian brushing him off with "ugh, I don't know. I'm late."

Marianne is actually not a bitch, she's nice to Lindsay, genuine in her "protect what you've got". She isn't trying to make things awkward and fighting real hard to keep things from blowing up. Petition to keep Marianne in the show!

actually note to self, maybe when Mel leaves Lindsay she can call Marianne. "Frannie and Zoe" are the couple, and

also Lindsay ignoring Mel's "everything's wrong" and then seeming SO CONCILIATORY when she's all "all right, if YOU think it's a good idea, let's talk to someone!" as if doing what your partner wants to in order to try and fix what's broken is such a fucking concession instead of what she should have done IN THE FIRST PLACE.

except oh no, Mel cheated, so now it's all her fault and her concerns don't matter because GOD FORBID lindsay do ANYTHING WRONG. her hurt little innocence, her immediate reversion to the victimize party. her inability to take any responsibility for the things that fuck up between them

Justin again! JT is in so little of this episode <3

Justin's little eyeroll when Brian wanders off following someone else is hilarious. In my head he's gonna go dance with someone, get a blowjob, and then go back to Debbie.

You know... Brian is surprisingly not shitty to Kip despite how shitty Kip is to him. Maybe he sees a little of the innocent boy Kip's pretending to be? his "There, I did you a favour" is almost exactly like how he treats Justin in the first few eps. Ugh, gross.

Emmett. Jesus. no.

Oh Church street! I miss you.

"You haven't even told me where you're going." Lindsay, if Mel is leaving you, you don't have the right to ask. "[Your cousin Rita...] the one who never thought we'd make it?" -- Heh. It doesn't say Rita doesn't like lesbians, just that she doesn't like Mel/Lindsay. Same, Rita. Same.

Also, Mel moving out because she's "caused enough harm" doesn't really ring very true to character. My bias is showing, but I bet this is after a very prim and cold lindsay blames him for everything.

Brian at work again: cutting down people's bad work but, I mean, these two keep coming back and call Brian the best so. He can't be that scary.

I guess Brian was basically out to Ryder, but his uncomfortable little fidgeting suggests they'd never actually. Talked about it. Oh Brian. So out and proud in some ways and not in others.

[wyllzel]

my very correct reviews of the bridgerton novels 😎

stars and spiciness (scale of 1-3) and tidbits below

please note that the following numbers are my opinion and largely exist relative to one another and to my limited understanding of the genre haha

The Duke and I (⭐ 3.5/5 +🔥): Ok I have very mixed feelings about this one haha 😞 The dub-con/non-con scene between the leads is framed as a mistake by the perpetrator (Daphne), which is good! But it's also not fully acknowledged or apologized for... which is bad... But at the same time, there's some really good things in this novel - the chemistry between the leads, Simon's persistent issues and Daphne realizing that she can't fix him overnight, Daphne recognizing her own privilege, the humor and comedic timing, Daphne's Weird Girlness...

The Viscount Who Loved Me (⭐ 4/5 +🔥🔥): Anthony as a character was very fascinating, and Kate's sororal relationship with Edwina was lovingly written! I also thought Quinn's approach to mental health as something unknowable & unpredictable was great (her descriptions of panic attacks were pretty spot-on too)

An Offer from a Gentleman (⭐ 2/5 +🔥🔥): 2 stars for Benedict chokeslamming the abusive stepmom, 0 stars for Benedict creating a toxic workplace environment 🤮

Romancing Mister Bridgerton (⭐ 4/5 +🔥): Penelope is a very interesting character, and the primary conflict being one of jealousy between the two leads was really interesting!? (ie. Colin is jealous of Penelope's success 👀)

To Sir Phillip, With Love (⭐ 5/5 +🔥🔥🔥): Really complex and I'm glad that a) Quinn allows her leads to make mistakes and b) Phillip was not insta-cured by marriage or A Woman's Healing Touch but instead had to do some self-reflection and come to conclusions on his own (with her help)

When He Was Wicked (⭐ 4.5/5 +🔥🔥🔥): 5 stars for Michael being pathetically in love, -0.5 stars for Michael being an active participant in English colonization 🫥 It's thematic, and his commentary sounded accurate to contemporary stuff I've read lmao, so I see the vision - but given that Quinn is a modern author, she should know better and it could've been handled better... The overall gothic/ghostly vibes were fascinating tho !

It's in His Kiss (⭐ 4/5 +🔥): Hyacinth is just like me fr, and Gareth was a nice change in pace from the Tall Dark And Handsome Brooding ML LOL Also the treasure hunt as a plot vehicle was fun!

sidenote but i just think it's so funny how phillip & michael each had a scene where they gave the FL an orgasm but didn't finish:

On the Way to the Wedding (⭐ 3.5/5 +🔥): Gregory is a goof and I appreciate his madly-in-love vibes, also he shot a man??!!?! A well-executed finale to such a vibrant series 👏

but to be clear, none of these books are perfect, and there are definitely tropes/moments that quinn likes playing to but that i find dicey (such as most, if not all, her male leads having "sexy" (?) anger issues lol... also she is not the best author if you're looking for a critique of english classism/imperialism lmao)

yet there are also a lot of really good and interesting things (mostly internal growth/conflict rather than external, haha) that she explores through the Bridgerton Regency Tropes Vehicle 👀

also i think it genuinely takes a hugely skillful author to write good humor / erotica, which quinn definitely excels at, so i will give her her flowers there 👍

AND it's interesting to read a modern american woman's interpretation of early 19th century upper-class english society 👀 there's some interesting things going on there w historicity and the non/necessity of accuracy 👀 and ofc american-english cultural relations haha

phillip got up and jerked off in the bathroom LOL

meanwhile michael, possibly horniest man alive, just took a cold shower lmaooo

idk why this is so funny to me

also phillip and michael get extra kudos for going down on their love interests (gareth might have as well, i can't remember, if he did then good for him too)

and i will end this post on that note lol

[xshazxx]

I'm writing this in genuine good faith, so I hope you're able to respond similarly. I've tried not to inadvertently hurt you in any way with this ask, and I'm sorry if I do despite those efforts. I often see people send you asks wondering why folks like me keep returning to your blog if we disagree with your opinions. That's a valid question. I've thought about it a lot this past year and just wanted to share my perspective. I hope that's okay.

As a bisexual person in a long-term relationship with someone of the opposite gender, what I've realised is that to me, your insistence on finding fault with most aspects of Ronen's relationship with Jessica feels like his bisexuality (and therefore my own) is more valid if he (or I) are in a same-sex relationship. I know you've probably never said those exact words, but that's how your criticism of Jessica comes across to me. I follow so many gay/lesbian celebs and I've never seen their partners (who're also celebs) be criticised in the same way. Those famous partners aren't always expected to be picture-perfect media-friendly extroverts, or to be outspoken about their support for other queer groups just because of their partner's or their own sexuality. I know you probably compare Jessica and Rafael because Ronen & Rafa are such a cute couple onscreen, so it's nice to sometimes wonder "what if they were together for real?". I wondered and hoped for that all the time too before I found out he was with Jessica. When he came out, it felt so encouraging and empowering to me personally, so now to see his relationship be criticised hurts too. It reminds me of how my partner can't seem to do anything right according to others. Both straight 'allies' and queer 'friends' are always finding fault with them, and it hurts me to see them be hurt like that.

Most days I know that validating my identity and feelings is my own responsibility, not yours. Most days I know that revisiting your blog is an exercise in self-sabotage. Most days I'm very good about staying away. But sometimes, I slip up. I used to follow you pretty religiously, here and on Twitter, before your words hurt me (in an indirect, probably unintentional way). I can't seem to fully give up the hope that you might reconsider your stance, that you might care more about the implications of your words rather than the idea of losing out on gossipy fun. I can't EXPECT you to, and I don't, not really. But a part of me can't seem to stop hoping. In a way, it hurts less to hope and be disappointed by you, a stranger on the internet, than to experience it from my own friends and family.

Okay so here's the thing, as a bi woman myself, I don't think I should be responsible to validate your feelings.

I am not expecting straight alliship from everyone I meet.

However someone with an LGBTQ+ partner should have some responsibility in uplifting our community and spreading awareness, especially someone who is an activist and has the platform to do so.

Her silence in regards to her husband's sexuality is not the concern really, it's the fact that she often celebrates his victories in the public eye but never shares any support to a community that he's proud to belong in. So thus making me, personally and others feel like, she isn't as supportive of him being his true self nor is supportive of his community. We often feel this way because we love Ronen and his coming out have alot of us, myself included, the courage and faith we didn't find for ourselves.

I'm not going to apologize for the things I feel. And I'm mot going to apologize or take responsibility for your feelings, I do not know you and you do not know me. At the end of the day, to bring yourself the peace you need, block me.