#why delete 10 seasons?

[whatimdoing-here]

Flashpoint | 3.03/3.12 - Follow the Leader

[idrils]

WHAT cringey dbz fics were you posting in 1999 spill the beans!!!

oh NO it's too awful, i was 10, i was in love with gohan, it was absolutely terrible self-insert stuff. girl drops into dbz world and bonds with the cast, has no trouble at all harnessing her ki to do fuckin anime magic, then there's a calamitous villain and only i have the true power to defeat him bc instead of fighting out of hatred or anger i'm fighting out of LOVE for my FRIENDS and my 10 YEAR OLD HUSBAND GOHAN

[kirishwima]

can i just find. a normal freaking figurine of my fave character without it being grossly sexualized

[gyllbaine]

Aight now that Briar is in live and I got to try her out and win a game as her I'm finally uninstalling lol/pbe. Hopefully she goes on LoR someday but I need my gigabytes back

[5sospenguinqueen]

Love To Hate | Daniel Ricciardo x Gasly! Reader

Summary: Daniel Ricciardo is known for bickering with Pierre Gasly's older sister online. The fans love it but they suspect there might be something more behind it.

Warnings: Swearing. One sexual innuendo. Female reader.

Takes place in the 2022 season so Daniel is with McLaren.

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mclaren spot the difference #MonacoGP tagged: landonorris, danielricciardo

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YourUserName the one on the left can actually drive

→ User 1 wtf does she know about f1

→ User 2 um, her baby brother is a GP winner so…

danielricciardo @ YourUserName coming from the woman who failed her driving test twice

→ YourUserName @ pierregasly you weren’t supposed to tell your little racing friends that!

→ pierregasly do not drag me into this nonsense.

landonorris @ YourUserName thanks pookie

→ danielricciardo more like pukie

→ YourUserName you’re just mad that he gets bitches and you don’t

→ danielricciardo okay, cradle snatcher

User 3 mom and dad are fighting again

danielricciardo here’s to a good weekend 💪

→ YourUserName ass licker

→ danielricciardo you wish.

→ maxverstappen1 can you guys not do your foreplay privately

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YourUserName soaking up the sun before the madness resumes (01/06/2022) 🌻

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danielricciardo i need to bleach my eyes. please cover you up before you mentally scar someone else.

→ User 5 he says like his jaw didn’t drop when this came across his timeline

User 6 how to become y/n gasly

→ YourUserName have an annoying brother and endure his equally insufferable friends

lilymhe the only reason i’m still with Alex is so i have an excuse to spend time with you in the paddock

→ YourUserName we could get married and then you could see me all the time??

→ alex_albon it’s a good thing I’m used to this or i might cry

→ georgerussle63 don’t lie. i can hear you sobbing from my hotel room.

MaleFriend wow 🥵 → danielricciardo try harder (comment deleted)

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PierreGASLY you’re both certified yappers. it’s why the two of you together is a nightmare

User 7 hmm, okay but why were you two together in the first place if you hate each other…

→ danielricciardo I was bullying her

→ YourUserName pierre ditched me to talk to a pretty girl and Daniel was making fun of the fact that I got lost

→ LandoNorris i wouldn’t have left you… just saying 👀

→ YourUserName i’m 10 years old than you, boo.

→ LandoNorris age is just a number

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danielricciardo preferred mode of transport... fast

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YourUserName title of your sex tape “i'm in love with my car”

YourUserName someone’s clearly compensating for something

→ danielricciardo omg why are you so obsessed with me. Get out of my comments, stalker

→ YourUserName let’s not forget you stalked me first

→ danielricciardo where’s your proof

→ pierregasly here. you begged me for her instagram until i gave in

→ danielricciardo and then i realised what a bitch she was

→ YourUserName just ‘cause i wouldn’t blow you

→ pierregasly i need you to delete this

User 1 this man is so fine

User 2 i’d like to ride

→ YourUserName you’d have more fun with the car

→ User 2 omg hi queen

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YourUserName last race of the season today. just wanted to say a big ‘well done’ to my baby bro. so proud of all you achieved this season and i know you’ll go on to kill it next year! 🍾 #AbuDhabiGP

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YourUserName yes, i know one pic has daniel. no, it’s not an announcement of our friendship. i just like how scared pear looks

User 8 i have never been more attracted to a frenchman before

danielricciardo and who is that handsome man

→ YourUserName there is not a single handsome man in this post; charles was sulking out of the frame

→ pierregasly 1) i am very handsome, 2) stay away from charles, he’s too nice for you

→ danielricciardo and too pretty

→ charles_leclerc stop it or i will fall in love with all of you

→ YourUserName @ pierregasly i’ll stop if you promise to get rid of daniel so i don’t have to see him again

→ danielricciardo and deny you of my bakery 🍑

→ User 9 it's cake, honey, but you tried

User 10 anyone catch the camera panning to y/n when daniel’s car spun out in qualifying

→ User 11 talk about delulu

→ User 12 because he almost crashed into her brother so obvi they would show her

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pierregasly a huge thank you to my support system. je t'aime grande soeur 🌸 (she forced me to post this, please send help)

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YourUserName you’re such a liar! you were legit crying to me last night about how nice it is that i still come to all your races and then said you wanted the world to know

→ pierregasly don’t expose me!

→ landonorris come sit in my car instead. rub a little luck on it

→ User 12 never beating the no rizz allegations

danielricciardo @ landonorris probably best she doesn't, she’s clearly a curse, mate

→ YourUserName and how many races did you win this season?

→ danielricciardo i hope pierre pushes you off the plane tomorrow

→ YourUserName i hope you get run over in the pits

alphatauri we love having you in the garage

User 1 agreed. her hair looked so pretty today and he ruined it

User 2 only for him to then completely forget what he was saying when he realised she was wearing a white shirt? yes! it’s been playing in my head

→ User 3 can’t say i blame him. i too was no better than a man 👀

User 4 but the way he covered her body with his the second he realised to stop the camera focusing on her see-through top

→ User 5 and then gave her one of his shirts because she was walking around in a mclaren top until pierre yanked her into the alphatauri garage

→ User 6 guys, this is bare minimum. him being hot doesn’t make this extra chivalrous

User 7 another angle of that video showed it was an accident. he can be seen saying sorry a billion times and after that, they put a border around the fountain

YourUserName posted a new story

danielricciardo reposted your story

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YourUserName happy 4 year anniversary to my professional car crasher tagged: danielricciardo

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User 1 i knew it! they all called me crazy

danielricciardo delete this. you said you would be a nice. i’m a champion! how many trophies do you have, huh

→ YourUserName depends on how many i steal from the trophy case in our living room (plus, those are replicas)

→ User 2 our?!?!

charles_leclerc but i thought you loved me?

→ YourUserName i do, citrouille. but, daniel and pierre are keeping us apart.

User 3 4 years? this means they were together when he was still at red bull! what did you think about him leaving?

→ YourUserName i'm not allowed to talk about that

landonorris congratulations, mum and dad

→ alex_albon congratulations, mum and dad

→ georgerussell63 congratulations, mum and dad

→ YourUserName i didn’t sign up for this responsibility

→ danielricciardo they’re a package deal, babe. they come with me

maxverstappen1 oh, thank god. It was so hard keeping this to myself in interviews

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danielricciardo contrary to popular belief, pierre is not my favourite gasly

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YourUserName aww, mon coeur, you actually used nice photos

→ danielricciardo don’t speak french to me, you know it turns me on

→ maxverstappen1 i miss when you publicly hated each other

pierregasly you take that back!

pierregasly that’s it. you’re off the Christmas card list

francisca.cgomes wonderful, daniel, now he’s sulking

→ YourUserName you get used to it. they may seem cool but all f1 drivers are essentially big crybabies

→ danielricciardo hey!

→ charles_leclerc hey!

→ pierregasly hey!

→ alex_albon hey!

→ landonorris hey!

→ carlossainz55 hey!

→ georgerussell63 true

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[httpsuniverse]

babe [ lando norris ]

[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — lando norris x reader . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °.   *

[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — angst, some hate comments . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °.   *

࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ another one from the drafts! enjoy <3

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © httpsuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

f1wags

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f1wags y/n’s ig story update today! it seems as though lando norris is officially off the market as the 2020 season comes to an end, congratulations to the happy couple! 🥳❤️

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user what omg

user from childhood bestie to fiancée 🥹 dang when’s it my turn!!!

user i just woke up wtf !!! congratulations mum and dad landonorris yourusername

december 15, 2020

yourusername

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yourusername how can i ever say no to that face 😟 you’re making our childhood dream come true 💘

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user lando lmao 👉🏻🫦👈🏻

f1 congratulations, y/n and lando!

mclaren congratulations 🫡💒

yourbffsig omg bestie!! 😻 congrats, i love you both!!

yourusername you’re coming back home for our wedding 😤 i’m not taking no for an answer

yourbffsig as if i’m gonna say no!! 😤

december 16, 2020

landonorris

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landonorris promoted from boyfriend to fiancé! you can never get rid of me now, y/n y/l/n 😜 i love you!

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maxfewtrell remember when you told me you were determined to make her a norris?

yourusername ugh hes so obsessed w me 🙄

maxfewtrell yeah it’s annoying 🤢

landonorris i hate you both, give me back the ring yourusername i unpropose to you

yourusername 😽😽

december 16, 2020

landonorris and yourusername

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landonorris two years ago, we exchanged our vows on valentine’s 💗 happy valentine’s and 2nd anniversary, my hot, beautiful wife. to more adventures and years to us 🥂 i love you.

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yourusername happy anniversary to us, my love!!

landonorris i’m still obsessed with you

yourusername when are you not baby 🤭

yourbffsig ugh u two disgust me but stay in love ig

user i still can’t believe lando is really off the market for two years now 😔

yourmomsig stay in love, you two!! 🤍

user will we be expecting baby norris this year? if no, why not 😭

yourusername no plans for baby norris yet! me and lando are children ourselves 😂

— ❤️ by landonorris

user dinks, my fav dinks.

user can u adopt me instead

february 14, 2023

f1wags

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f1wags we haven’t had a glimpse of y/n in the paddock the past few races, so here’s some throwback pictures with husband, lando norris! 🤍

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user i miss her :(

user so i’m not going CRAZY for noticing that she hasn’t been to any races this season...

user maybe she’s pregnant or something

user nahh impossible, y/n herself said that they don’t have any plans for baby norris yet.

user right.. that could only be the plausible reason why she’s not attending races 🙄

user maybe she’s just busy with work, she has a career herself

user no bc think about it.. it’s already round 10 and we haven’t seen her since bahrain, not even during testing 💀

user well, silverstone’s up next. let’s just hope she’s there for lando’s home race

user we can just hope

july 02, 2023

f1gossip

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f1gossip y/n’s now deleted ig story today. wonder what’s happening between the young couple? 🤔

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user NO WHAT

user I JUST WOEK UP WHAT IS THIS DRAMA

user MAYBE ITS JUST NOTHING PLS MAYBE SHES JIST LISTENING TO MUSIC I MEAN IT’S TAYLOR !!!! WJO DOESN’T LISTEN TO TAYLOR

user ...me... i don’t listen to taylor 😬

user what rhe heck u have to listen NOW

user miss maam r u ok yourusername

user not on silverstone weekend 😭

july 07, 2023

yourusername

el nido, palawan

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yourusername let the sea set you free

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user miss maam we miss u around the paddock PLS COME BACK

user omg she got a tattoo 🥹 it looks so pretty

yourbffsig i hope you enjoyed your stay with me 🥺

yourusername duh, ofc!! was the most fun month of my life 💗 see you in bali ;)

yourbffsig OMG YES see you in a week, enjoy your remaining days in el nido 😽 love you and take care!!

yourmomsig my beautiful daughter, i love you whatever happens 🤍 glas you’re enjoying philippines x

yourusername aaaa love and miss you mum 🥹 be back soon <3

yoursistersig what about me 😒

yourusername stfu you’re literally coming to bali with me

yoursistersig oh yea lol

user the comments from y/n’s friends and family are scaring me (kinda)

user have u noticed that lando hasn’t commented anything or even leave a like ... i miss his obsessed hubby comments

user plus her last ig story 😓

user oh god pls dont do this to me

user are yall thinking what im thinking...?

user whatever you’re thinking, pls keep it to yourself PLS I CANNOT DO THIS.

user so... you’re m.i.a in silverstone?

july 08, 2023

landonorris

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landonorris p2 and a 🏆 at my home race!!!!! ❤️ you guys are crazyyyyyyyyyy 💙

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mclaren proud 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧

masonmount congrats brother!

maxfewtrell absolute scenes, proud brother 🧡

user no signs of y/n here ... 🤔

user ikr like where tf is she

user haven’t seen her since the beginning of this silly season

user she’s out there weeping while her husband’s winning 😹

yourusername

bali, indonesia

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yourusername crazy how time flies when you’re being yourself; careless and free 🍃

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yourbffsig love the glow these days! miss you terribly 💔

yourusername don’t be dramatic, you’ll be here in a few days 😛

yourbffsig 🙄 let me be dramatic pls

user uh excuse me maam, you have some races to attend to?

user she’s not really obligated to attend lol let her live her life.

user uh she has a husband who she needs to support? duh? besides, whose money do you think she’s spending?

user y/n earns her own money, she has her own business even before she and lando tied the knot. she has a degree for that, icydk.

user all this time i thought she was a sahw lmfao

user the username of her business is literally on her bio, in case you haven’t seen it :)

yoursistersig love how you look in the first picture 😂 wearing shades because you cried all night?

yourusername i was drunk, in my defense.

yoursistersig yeah, you’re one drunk crier 😂

yourusername quit exposing me please 🥲

user no “congrats lando!”? no “p2 baby!!”? none? ok

user no cuz i rly thought she’d at least say congrats 😐

user imagine securing a podium on ur home race and ur wife cant congratulate u lmao sad life for lando norris

user i hope you’re ignoring the hate comments and healing, y/n ❤️ your peace of mind comes first over everything

user she knew what she was getting into when she married lando, she should be tough enough to read the comments 😂

f1wags

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f1wags updates on lando & y/n! seems like their fairytale love story is over which is why we haven’t seen y/n lately every race weekend!

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user um what

user not them 💔

user omg i feel bad for y/n

user everything probably took a toll on her mental health

user i hope she’s healing and resting, also i hope she’s not pressuring herself on healing :(

user from strangers to childhood besties to lovers to strangers again :/

user damn this hit hard

user dont do this to me please.

user i knew the caption on her last post meant something 😭

[landorris]

yes, and? | carlos sainz x fem! leclerc reader

summary; where after the big news carlos and yn leclerc decide to breakup

fc; sophia birlem

warnings; english is not my first language, 10 years of age gap (20 to 29/30), mean pierre (nothing against him, is just for the plot)

taglist; @thef1diary @bigsimperika @shobaes @d3kstar @stinkyjax @the-untamed-soul @bibissparkles @judespoision

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f1

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f1: As Lewis Hamilton joins ferrari for the 2025 season the big question is who will Carlos Sainz drive for in 2025? Let us know what do you think💭🌶️

user1: he should come back to red bull

user2: the guy is jobless

user3: still richier than you

user4: hope he join mercedes and gives ferrari a lesson

user5: carlos in his reputation era this season

your phone

carlossainz55 insta story/ yourusername insta story

your phone / charles phone

yourusername

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yourusername: guess who i ran into, the one and only, mr.world champ 🇳🇱🏆

user1: THE SKIRT?????

user2: she was so hot that carlos fumbled

maxverstappen1: thank you for the shirt, it really suits me 😉

yourusername: belive me, i know it does

user3: omg they’re flirting

arthur_leclerc: oh you’re so drunk

user4: she’s such a slut already going for other drivers after breaking up with carlos

user5: i don’t know what happened between them but after that dry ass breakup statement he deserves everything that is happening to him

charlesleclerc: that skirt is a little too short don’t you think

yourusername: skirt should be the size of a belt

your phone

yourusername

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yourusername: why do you care so much whose d i ride?!

user1: MOTHER IS MOTHERING

user2: she’s so hot

user3: god bless the leclerc family

charles_leclerc: please delete it

arthur_leclerc: yes, i can’t look at this

yourusername: shut up both of you

pierregasly: 🥵🔥

yourusername: 🥰

user4: who took this photos?

daniel.jpg: no photo credits, i see how it is

yourusername: don’t be mad at me danny boy 🤠

daniel.jpg: blocked

carlossainz

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carlossainz55: i don’t

user1: carlos, babe this is not it

user2: boy is living his best life fr

user3: this is what happens when you don’t have a brain

schecoperez: call me next time you went on a party like this

carlossainz55: i will

user4: i wonder how charles feels about all this

oneofthegirls: best night ever🤭🔥🌶️

carlossainz55: if you and your friend want to repeat you know where to find me 😉

user5: discussing 🤢

[hungiehipo]

Macdennis timeline

Macdennis

The 16 season long situationship filled to the brim with sociopathic tendencies, mutual abuse, and disorganized attachment between a man burdened by Catholic guilt who doesn't want love unless it hurts and a deeply dissociated man who can't be authentic unless he's immersed in a facade. And they were roommates.

What can be said that hasn't been said before? Probably nothing... still here's this.

S1-S4 PRE-MACDENNIS

This is before Mac and Dennis find themselves unwittingly thrust into a relationship neither is aware of. There is a homoerotic undertone, albeit usually as more of a joke than anything else. Neither has realized that their feelings for the other goes beyond friendship.

(Season 1 ep 1) Famous tequila scene.

(season 3 ep 4) Mac says I love you to Dennis.

(season 3 ep 15) gang dances their asses off macs dance pantomiming blowing Dennis.

(season 4 ep 1) Man hunters. Dennis puts his balls in Mac's mouth when he's sleeping, and mac shaves his pubes and glues them to Dennis' face.

(season 4 ep 4) Charlie asks Dennis if he still gets the feeling Mac wants to bang them, and that's why Mac makes project badass, Dennis agrees.

(season 4 ep 13) Nightman cometh. Mac gets a boner when Dennis' character pantomimes sex with him in the play. Dennis rips macs heart out (this comes back later)

S5-S7 MACDENNIS INTENTIONAL

Season 5 Macdennis hits like a truck. Dennis has feelings and they are BIG. We the audience witness a masterful display of homoerotic desire wrapped in a stunning amount of cognitive dissonance until "breakup" where Dennis is forced to confront the reality of his feelings. Following this crucial turning point, we are treated to a series of back and forth assertions of no-homo, feelings getting hurt, and lashing out. In order, we get Dennis introducing the dennis system, mac fighting gay marriage, Dennis getting married and kicking Mac out of the apartment, and finally Dennis getting a divorce.

Things are notably different between them post-divorce, marked by a mutual retreat from both Mac and Dennis. There's a shared reluctance to appear overly invested in each other romantically. This dynamic persists into Season 7, where Mac and Dennis noticeably maintain a considerable distance compared to previous seasons. In my honest opinion, this season exhibits the least Macdennis of any. Dennis being unhappy with Mac's weight gain likely contributes to this.

(Season 5 episode 1) Dennis suggests that they pretend to be gay married realtors. Some will say that being gay married was not essential to the scheme. Some would even say that to sell the being married thing Dennis did NOT have to be that touchy touchy. Source of baby boy nickname that has penetrated every corner of AO3 macden fanfiction.

(season 5 episode 8) PADDY'S THONG DUDE!!! PADDY'S THONG! I'm not wearing these because I'm comfortable I'm wearing them cause i wanna turn YOU on, you know what I'm saying??? you get it???

Mac jerks off a shotgun and blows its load in a kneeling dennis' gaping mouth.

(season 5 episode 9) They break up. In the podcast they say that this is a romcom. Dee points out that they act like an old married couple. Realization dawns on dennis's face and he proceeds to freak the hell out. Why? I mean... he knew it was true. We learn that they have a weekly movie night. Mac is jealous of video store clerk guy. We learn that they check in. Deleted scene at the end has Dennis blurting out that Mac has "beautiful lips" and again looking horrified.

(season 5 ep 10) Immediately after break up Dennis introduces his fool proof system for attracting WOMeN with big BIG BOOB for SEX.

(season 6 ep 1) Mac goes on a rampage against gay marriage after just last season being fake gay married to dennis. Dennis immediately gets married and kicks Mac out of the apartment. (Dennis also says he doesn't "have feelings", which Mac internalizes and it comes back in season 12)

(season 6 ep 2) dennis immediately divorces said woman and lets his boy toy (his words) come home.

radio silence all of season 7 except....

(season 7 ep 1) They go to the doctor, mac tries to carry dennis out bridal style. Dennis eats a chimichanga with Mac (romantic).

(season 7 ep 6) cold open, Dennis is holding Macs forearm while they watch the TV.

-season 7 we also learn that Mac slept with Dennis' prom date and it was very easy.

S8-S9 The kiss, the date, and the platonic naked wrestling shower scene

I believe this is the point where Mac starts to get the feeling something is off. (Again, Dennis realized in season 5). Mac has far more dissonance about it though, he like just wants to be best bros with Dennis for life, cause Dennis is like soooo cool. He is definitely not in love with Dennis he just loves Dennis like, as a blood brother. HE IS NOT GAY BECAUSE THAT IS A SIN. HE SERIOUSLY LOVES GOD A LOT.

In Season 8's Dines out Dennis delivers a speech wherein he admits that he thinks of Mac as a man who knows exactly who he is. Season 9's Mac day shows the total elimination of this belief after a full day filled with Macs self hating homophobia contrasting with his out and proud cousin "country mac".

(Season 8 ep 2) Whelp, God only knows how we ended up here after a drought like season 7, but 8 kicks off with a bang with an out of nowhere kissing attempt from Mac… right in front of Charlie too. By the look on Dennis' face I'm going to guess this has never happened before. I genuinely wonder what compelled him to do this…. like….is he just always thinking about it and forgot hes not supposed to do it for real? was it instinct?

(Season 8 ep 6) Dennis deals with emotional numbness, and nothing he tries makes him feel anything until the end of the episode where he feels too much after seeing his dead mother. This is not overtly macdennis but I think it demonstrates how he struggles with emotion and why Mac believes that Dennis does not have feelings.

(season 8 episode 9) Mac and Dennis are going on a fancy dinner date every single month. Monthly dinner and weekly movie nights.... anyway. Mac is upset that Dennis won't say something nice to him so Dennis does a speech to the whole restaurant. Yes he did kinda do it to dunk on frank and charlie. Yes he loved the attention. I think he meant what he said.

(season 8 episode 10) Dennis gets turned on by Mac totally intellectually dominating him while giving his anti science presentation. Also in the car at the end Mac was flirting.

(season 9 episode 3) Mac day. Praise God. Dennis is drowning in a sea of Macs delusion. Mac believes himself to be totally badass and not at all gay while repeatedly demonstrating the opposite. Country Mac shows Dennis what Mac could be if he was all the things he said he was and just embraced that he was gay. Dennis resents Mac.

(season 9 episode 6) saves the day. Macs fantasy involves Dennis wailing over his corpse, proclaiming his love. Dennis' fantasy is interesting, revealing his fear that Mac would abandon him the moment his sexual appeal fades. He envisions the possibility of being loved for more than his sexual abilities, yet his declaration of love precludes Jackie being hit by a car, leading to the loss of her breasts, and Dennis choosing to leave her. Lot to unpack here.

(season 9 episode 8) Mac and Dennis are trying to catch a rat. Mac tries to bash the rat, but Dennis says that its not about brute force, its about seduction. He turns on some romantic music and they both sway back and forth, looking into each others eyes, Mac takes a step forward, but Dee enters the room and the second dennis sees her he spins around and walks away.

I also feel the need to point out that Mac and Dennis went to high school together, and Macs nickname in high school was....well... Ronnie the rat.

(season 9 episode 9) Mac writes into the script of lethal weapon a scene where he and Dennis, I kid you not, wrestle naked in a shower. If you can call it wrestling... though it's more accurately described as an opportunity for an intense, naked embrace.

(season 9 episode 10) Cute food fight scene. Their apartment burns down.

s10-11 Out of their natural environment

Following the incineration of their shared home, macdennis moves in with Dee and all three of them hate it so so much.

(season 10 episode 1) Dennis looks at Mac like he wants to eat him (4 min 24 seconds) Mac says wait Dennis don't go and Dennis turns like he's expecting.... I don't know.

(season 10 episode 5) Mac and Dennis take turns watching and jacking off to creampie videos. Some will say they could just find their own porn, however I think this is one of the numerous creative ways they've found to have a sex life with each other.

(season 10 ep 3) Dennis is diagnosed with BPD.

(season 10 ep 6) The gang embarks on a journey of independence, only to discover that their lives are intricately woven together. For better or worse they will never escape each other, and will likely live this way until they die.

(season 10 episode 10) Dennis creates an entire fake cult to get Mac to do things he wants him to do. Says Macs been looking so good so sexy lately *manipulative*

(season 11 episode 4) Mac turns off the video Dee made about Dennis being raped by the librarian.

(season 11 episode 5) Macdennis play house. Mac asks Dennis if he can hear the beep too, Dennis gaslights him and says no, meanwhile getting increasingly agitated by the pool filter. It's already been explained more better by others but basically this is a metaphor for Mac wanting Dennis to acknowledge what has been happening between them, while Dennis adamantly avoids doing so. Instead, he channels his frustrations into unrelated problems.

Dennis hates going to work alone all day and Mac hates staying home, which could easily be fixed by having Mac come to work with him. Instead, Dennis' solution is a "honey-do list" (a list of chores a man would give his wife) and a dog, which Mac names DENNIS JR. (parallel to Dennis' real kid who is named Brian Jr. ) This kind of relationship paralleling is a recurring theme; for example in gets romantic, double life, and celebrity booze).

In the beginning of the episode Dennis wants to listen to Bryan Adams in the car. At the end of the episode Mac confronts him by saying "everything I do I do it for you, and everything you do you do it for yourself". (referencing the title of a very romantic Bryan Adams song)

dennis says he hates him

(season 11 ep 6) Mac asks Frank if he thinks Dennis hates him, because he just wants him to think he's cool and he puts so much work into this relationship and *unintelligible* (seriously if anyone know what Mac is saying when Frank spaces out please message me)

(season 11 ep 8) Dennis also knows about the gay bar

(Season 11 ep 10) 🎵 Amazing Grace how sweet the sauce 🎵

Mac comes out. When they play fake dinner Mac talks about him and Dennis' future home where they will have dinner parties and touches Dennis' hand. Confused, Dennis questions the idea of it being "their" home, seemingly operating under the misconception that he and Mac might eventually part ways and not continue living together.

Mac prays to god that they be saved and after being rescued he goes back into the closet.

s12 Mac claims to be gay and Dennis leaves the state of Pennsylvania

Season 12 is my favorite season!

Mac comes out, has a gay dream, gives Dennis a present, tries to insert himself as 2nd father of Dennis' child, and is swiftly abandoned.

Things start to get a little too real for Dennis, and hes just a little too vulnerable. Perfectly it turns out he has an opportunity to live the typical nuclear family lifestyle he's envisioned for himself and escape all his troubles.

(season 12 episode 6) Gay Mac rules! rich gay Mac!

The watershed moment wherein Mac comes out as gay for real this time. Dennis is beyond shocked.

(season 12 episode 7) Mac fully grasps that his feelings for Dennis are romantic after having a dream where Dennis kisses him. Upon waking he goes to find Dennis. Again Dennis dances towards him and leans in, Macs eyes light up thinking that his dream is coming true but Dennis slams the door in his face.

(season 12 ep 8) Dennis wants to completely ignore Valentines day because he doesn't think he has anybody who really cares about/loves him. Everyone in the gang openly states that they don't think he has feelings.

At the end of the ep. Mac has Dennis open a crate, which turns out to be an RPG (something that Dennis thinks is awesome and talks about all the time), and he tears up, he's incredibly touched. When Mac says there is no rocket (rendering the gift effectively useless) Dennis says he doesn't care, he loves it. Mac figured out the one thing he wanted more than anything else in the world and got it for him. This is likely not referring to the RPG but instead to the fact that he wanted someone to show him that they love him/care about him.

(season 12 ep 10) Dennis is revealed to have a son with Mandy, a woman who he had sex with on his layover from the wade boggs episode. To get him out of this jam Mac suggests they pretend to be in a relationship. Dennis, reluctantly going along with the plan, tells Mandy he sleeps with women but he is emotionally invested with Mac. When she is fine with it and says she wouldn't mind Brian Jr. having two dads, Mac enthusiastically agrees to parent Dennis' kid with him. When Dennis asks Mac why he would agree to that, since they are not a couple, Mac replies that he thought they could just keep pretending.

Mac wins a bet and gets to refurnish the apartment. He surprises Dennis by recreating their old apartment down to the last detail, save his own bedroom, which he leaves empty. He only buys Dennis a bed because he is hoping Dennis will go along with continuing to share a bed like they did at Dee's.

At the end of the episode Dennis announces he is leaving to go raise his son in North Dakota with Mandy. Nobody tries to stop him.

S13-14 DENNIS IS COMING BACK HOT

Dennis' 2 most angry/upset seasons.

In the season 13 promos Dennis is like a ghost, watching the gang laughing and talking without him. At some points they seem to notice that he's there, but just don't care. He is the only one spooked by the weird things happening around the bar.

In season 13 Dennis' returns and feels as though he is not important or needed by his friends. Mac has a journey of self-discovery, coming to terms with his sexuality and finding his identity as a gay man. Mac relies on Dennis to tell him what to do, desperate to please him, but Dennis wants Mac to take control and take care of him. Dennis only wants the illusion of control.

(Season 13 episode 1) Mac orders a sex doll of Dennis and swears he isn't blowing his loads into it. Dennis comes back.

(Season 13 episode 2) Mac finds a heart shaped lock clue whilst doing an escape room. Dennis says they should keep it between themselves.

(season 13 episode 4) Dennis holds a seminar where he publicly declares his own heterosexuality and lack of interest in Mac.

just gonna leave these quotes-

dennis- "some of you just haven't been careful enough, so youre asking yourself what can I do to save myself now. You gotta clean up your act otherwise you're going down, and you're gonna take me down with you and I ain't going down. You understand? I've been telling you this for years but you refused to listen"

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mac- "and we should probably stop harassing them"

dennis, replying to Mac- " uh well you know, one step at a time we don't want the whole system to collapse" (but Macs only crime was being too open with his feelings for Dennis)

(season 13 ep 5) Dennis opens the floor for questions about his absence. He totally gets that everyone was giving him some space and respecting his privacy, and he's ready to talk about it now but...they just don't actually care....at all... (including Mac)

(season 13 episode 7) Its my personal interpretation that all of clip show happens in Dennis' mind in an episode of dissociation. He imagines that Mac decided to come with him to north Carolina. He imagines being confronted about why he would want to live with Mac if he "hates" him so much.

(season 13 episode 10) Mac comes out to his father in a beautiful interpretive dance and is rejected.

(season 14 episode 1) Mac tries to get into Dennis' good graces again by staging a scheme to get Dennis laid just like old times. Interestingly, Dennis isn't all that interested in banging. When its not working out with the woman, Dennis decides that it's because the leads are actually Mac and the husband. They can't seem to figure out that the leads are really each other.

Mac and Dennis are paralleled by the married couple while Charlie and Frank are mirrored by the father son duo..

"If you'd just give us a chance, we could tell a love story for the ages, a gay GAY ass love story". WE ARE READY AND SO WILLING

(season 14 episode 5) "Bathrooms at zoos are, like, big Grindr spots for closeted dads." (also refer to Macs super long pining text messages)

(season 14 ep 6) "all that for a whistle, I wonder what you'd do for a biscuit" I really don't understand how but apparently this episode really did happen and it wasn't in someones dream or anything like that??

(season 14 episode 10) Dennis says to Mac it's time to end the game. This could be interpreted as being about their 14 season song and dance, and would be backed up by the fact that the next season shows Mac completely backing off.

s15-s16 Acceptance and regret

mac tries to move on, Dennis misses his baby boy

(season 15 episode 1) We get some cute broke back mountain Macdennis. They play guitar and sing a love song they wrote together, looking into each other's eyes.

(season 15 ep 4) There's a subtle moment that's easy to miss. Dennis pats Mac's hand when they are talking to Charlie and Mac looks down at it, taking a deep breath.

(season 15 ep 5) Dennis has COVID and Mac isn't concerned, in fact he is irritated that Dennis wont admit he's sick. This is a big change from the last couple of seasons where Mac is desperate to take care of Dennis.

(season 16 episode 1) Mac and Dennis throw away all of their furniture including their beds. They now share an inflatable bed/couch and sleep together in it (just a couple seasons ago Dennis was absolutely refusing to sleep in the same bed as Mac). They are touching so much in the bed. Dennis is concerned for Mac because he has been continuously consuming nuts that he is allergic to (there's a metaphor here) and is heavily wheezing. Dennis gently places two fingers on Macs neck to check his pulse.

If Dennis did not want to sleep in the bed with Mac he would have gone and bought another inflatable bed. He would have made Mac sleep on the ground. He would have gone to sleep at Dees house. He wanted to be in that bed with Mac.

(season 16 episode 4) Dennis creates a fake dating profile under the alias of "Johnny". He buys Mac extra large anal beads to put inside of him at all times, and turns them on to signal to Mac to meet him at a hotel. He says he did it to....get him out of the house? and to get Mac to....buy him crab?

Dennis looks so devastated when Mac says he's in love with Johnny. I kinda wonder if it's the idea that Mac could love someone else that upsets him... or if he's reacting to Mac telling him he is in love with him to his face?

This is also the episode where we learn that Dennis has a fool proof method for attracting men. When Mac and Dee ask why he has this system he just shushes them.

(season 16 episode 5) The relationship between Malcom and his dad is a parallel of Mac and Dennis's relationship. The speech at the end to me seems like its hinting that Mac knows more/ has more control and power than is let on.

NEW INFORMATION JUST DROPPED I have just been made aware of the actual parallel between Malcom and the dad possibly being Dennis and Frank.

(season 16 episode 8) Nightmare! Nightmare! Nightmare!

Dennis takes a mental health day. Some people really hated this episode but I really liked it. Mac is putting coal in a pressure cooker to make diamonds. Dennis rips the CEO's (who is wearing a Hawaiian shirt like we've seen Mac wear) heart out, and squeezes it so hard it turns into a diamond and he eats it. This is a direct parallel to the nightman cometh where he also rips Macs heart out.

*edit to add* The director of this episode (who did not write the ep but still was involved in its creation obviously) Heath Cullens, in a reddit QA when asked if this was a nod to dayman replied "Nope. I think pretty much a coincidence." which I think is a total missed opportunity tbh.

This was all in Dennis' mind, and it seems to me that the Mac "situation" has left him with a sense of powerlessness. He feels isolated, trapped in an endless nightmare of his own creation, and he has nobody he can count on to help him, there's nobody he can rely on, he can only trust himself. Compressing the coal into a diamond represents Dennis molding everything to be exactly as he wishes, and by swallowing it he reclaims absolute control.

Always sunny book- : the 7 secrets of awakening the highly effective four-hour giant, today

"Mac for instance is also a 3 in ugly, so even if this exercise we're going to try fails, you'll have some company at your ugly parties. For the record, on the ugly scale charlie is a five, frank is a six, and Dee is a nine." - Dennis

[ineffable-suffering]

INEFFABLE META MASTERPOST

Because I'm slowly losing count and need to organize. So, here's all my self-written metas or ones that I reblogged with my own added theories and commentary! In rainbow colours, naturally.

1 – Aziraphale, I love you. But you lied. And here's why. My most lengthy and proudest meta about the Final Fifteen and why I think Aziraphale lied on purpose. (Also: The absolute darling @esthermitchell-author bravely fought their way through it and wrote up some more interesting points and different takes on what I came up with. If you want to go down a S2 rabbit hole with us, go read it here.)

2 – Why Aziraphale is an unreliable narrator (links below) A three-part meta in which I try to analyse and explain that all of the minisodes in Season 2 are not objective narrations but actually Aziraphale's memories.

Part 1: The Story of Job

Part 2: The Story of wee Morag

Part 3: The Story of the Magic Show in 1941

3 – The Jane Austen Ball and why it was never about Nina and Maggie A meta in which I go into unnecessarily great detail about how the Whickber Street Meeting Cotillion Ball was meant to be Aziraphale's confession to Crowley.

4 – Crowley & Aziraphale were never free (reblog) A reblog of @baggvinshield's post in which I explain why miscommunication is the single biggest ineffable enemy in Season 2.

5 – In Defense of Aziraphale (double reblog) A double try at explaining why I think Aziraphale's POV in the Final Fifteen is just as horrible as Crowley's and why I don't think him "choosing" to go back to Heaven was the only point of his character journey.

6 – The Art of Miscommunication: Ineffable Edition A meta in which i once again explain why miscommunication is the single biggest ineffable enemy in Season 2.

7– Season 2 Bookshop Shot Meta A meta where I briefly loose my mind because of a single bookshop frame in Season 2.

8 – What if it wasn't Aziraphale and Crowley who performed the 25 Lazarii miracle? A mini-meta in which I propose the theory that Jimbriel helped with the miracle to hide himself away from Heaven & Hell.

9 – Things in Good Omens Season 2 I still find weird (reblog) A reblog of @ok-sims and many other great OPs' thoughts on the weird loose strings in Season 2 and what unanswered questions I still have myself.

10 – The Deleted Bookshop Scene (reblog) A reblog of @skirtdyke's video and @i-only-ever-asked-questions' smart thoughts on it, with my own overly-excited 'what that could have meant for the "It's too late" line'-theroy.

11 – The Bentley Handle Easter Egg A meta I can proudly say has been liked by none other than Mr. Neil Gaiman himself about Crowley's Bentley handle that might have existed before the Bentley ever did.

12 – The F*cking Eccles Cakes A meta where I briefly loose my mind because of a pastry. (Addendum: People said very smart things in the comments of the post!)

14 – Re: "You go too fast for me, Crowley" A meta in which I make myself sad by connecting that infamous line to Aziraphale assuming Crowley wanted the Holy Water as a suicide pill.

13 – Trauma-Dumping on your plants: The Anthony J. Crowley Chronicles A meta on why Crowley treats his plants the way that he does.

14 – Demonic Mental Health Awareness Post In which I talk about why I want to get Crowley a therapy voucher.

15 – The Curious Incident of The Flaming Sword in Good Omens A meta on why the Flaming Sword has no deeper meaning. Or does it? (Updated: here's a reblog from @queerfables who did a wonderfully exellent job at calmly explaining all the swordy questions I was yelling about! Consider this meta solved.)

16 – Ceci n'est pas une plume A meta in which I'm a bit of a nerd for language and also explain why learning French and magic the human way says so much about Aziraphale as a character.

17 – The meaning of "I forgive you" A meta in which I explain what both "I forgive you"s mean and why Aziraphale will always fight for what is right until he wins. Also, the lovely @sharksbeerr translated it to Chinese on Weibo!

18 – Memory, or the lack thereof, in Season 2 A little reblog on how memory is a big and unresolved, leaky-bucket theme in Season 2.

Addendum:

The one non-spoiler-y ask I could come up with about S2 that was actually answered by Neil, yay!

Also, this wholesome little post I added to that Mr. Gaiman also reblogged. :‘)

*** This is a work in progress and will get updated every time I post a new meta! ***

[v4mporino]

ask game

1. whats your favorite thing in your room?

2. how tall do you wish you were?

3. what color is your hair?

4. whats a rare fear that you have?

5. are you single?

6. has your heart ever been broken?

7. what was your favorite thing as a kid?

8. favorite coping mechanism?

9. whats your favorite love language?

10. how often do you get nervous?

11. if you had three wishes, would you use them?

12. if you could be fluent in any language which one would it be?

13. where do you wish to live?

14. what’s something surprising about you?

15. when did you last shower?

16. when did you first join tumblr?

17. do you want any tattoos? if so, where, what, and why?

18. whats the most prominent dream youve had?

19. whats your dream job?

20. whats your ideal date?

21. what do you wish you could do better?

22. what country would you live in if you could?

23. whos the best person you know?

24. have you ever walked into something you shouldnt have?

25. whats your favorite holiday?

26. when have you been most embarrassed?

27. whats your favorite halloween costume?

28. what are you best at?

29. do you know how to tie your shoes?

30. do you have siblings?

31. if you could know one thing about the future what do you wanna know?

32. whats a dealbreaker for you?

33. whats your favorite current class?

34. how many people have you dated?

35. how often do you wash your hair?

36. do you daydream? what about?

37. where do you go to be alone?

38. which parent do you like more?

39. whats the one standard you hold yourself to?

40. whos voice do you enjoy?

41. if you could announce one thing to the world what would it be?

42. whats one thing you wanna do but havent yet?

43. what do you wish you never did?

44. do you believe in life after death?

45. do you prefer book over movie?

46. whats your favorite season?

47. whats your favorite time of day

48. do you have a beloved stuffed animal?

49. whens a time you wish you acted differently?

50. what’s something you wish that you never bought?

51. do you have your own room?

52. whats your favorite book?

53. who’s someone you hate?

54. whats your best hottake?

55. whats your favorite game?

56. whens a time you felt real genuine fear?

57. are you a morning person?

58. do you drink enough water?

59. how different are you from the little kid you used to be?

60. do you enjoy tumblr?

61. have you ever had a tumblr experience that made you wanna delete the app?

62. whats your least favorite game?

63. were you a markiplier fan?

64. how do you respond to compliments?

65. whats something that would make you fall in love?

66. do you believe in marriage?

67. do you have a crush on someone?

68. do you like tumblr?

69. were you a voltron stan?

70. whats your favorite ship?

71. whats your favorite song?

72. do you like loud crowds?

73. have you ever created conflict on purpose?

74. how do you sleep?

75. do you bite your lips?

76. do you use chapstick?

77. do you have any pets?

78. what color are your eyes?

79. what’s something you wish you could change about yourself?

80. have you ever had surgery?

81. whats your least favorite animal?

82. whats something that youre really bad at?

83. do you have an sqishmellows?

84. do you enjoy fast food?

85. do you like soda?

86. what grade are you in?

87. do you wear any jewelry?

88. what socials do you use?

89. whats your lowest grade in school right now?

90. whats the latest youve stayed up till?

91. did you ever have bangs?

92. what trends did you hate?

93. whats your favorite item of clothing?

94. do you like dinosaurs?

95. whats your opinion on body hair?

96. whats your least favorite time?

97. do you make a wish at 11:11?

98. do you have your phone on military or regular?

99. have you ever been to church?

100. are you lgbtq?

[maddragon15]

Finalized design for my version of Etho for hermitcraft s10!

Warning long infodump ahead about the decisions made and general lore

So I've had this idea that redstone is like uranium. Powerful, can be used for energy + various machinery and scientific discoveries, used to increase the value of the everyday lives (uranium girls ref) but with the major cause of life deletion/life altering affects. I believe that it would cause more mutations within redstoners over the course of time they are exposed to it and the varying degree that they're covered in it. But redstone is a fairly new resource that has been discovered in the world of minecraft/hermitcraft. So the research behind it isn't as strong nor as known as it should be. Therefore every effect that happens to the pioneers of redstone is completely new and unheard of. Which might be the reason why some builders like Grian, Scar, Ren, Gem, etc are hesitant to fully learn redstone mechanics due to the unknown nature of it but still aren't fully opposed because of the benefits it has.

In my world of hermitcraft for season 10 it's built off of the fact that there's quite a few people leaning into that cybery, technological, sci-fi theme. Like the Punks, then Ren's Gigaverse and of course the nature of Doc in general. So the main story is that this world of hc2410 is that it's a world that was much similar to earth. It went through the usual set of technological feats bit by bit, culture by culture.

For a long time their main power source which fueled everything was glowstone, a semi renewable material exported from the Nether and harvested from blazes and the blaze rods. Blaze rods were grinded down then compressed into glass like bilets which were then heated, strained, and forged into various forms that were needed. For a while it was small 2x2 inch cubes mainly used in lamps and later 6x6 foot cubes for lighthouses. But as the age of the iron wore on, technology looked much like the era of the vacuum tubes.

Thus began the swap of simplified forms of glowstone into the complexities of tubes and the requirement of more materials and longer time to create these specialized parts. Though that didn't stop what pioneers were part of that era, these guys being Etho, Tango, Doc, and Mumbo. Now these guys were very basic hybrids, Etho an arctic fox, Tango a nether born blaze, Doc whom was a rare specices of creeper, and Mumbo who was actually just a human. It took long and multiple days worth of work to even produce what would be a 4 part machine in modern redstone technology with glowstone. Though these guys were at this point young and determined to optimize their creations.

Glowstone in itself was a relatively safe material to work with unless of course consumed, if consumed it would wear down the lining of the stomach, cause holes in the intestines, and heat the user to an unbearable degree akin to the infamous iron bull method of torture except it was your insides and only your insides being subjected to it. To the person that found this out would never be credited and largely forgotten in most history records. Mainly because he died such a painful death and most didn't want to remember it. So when Etho was working on the mines with his crew and discovered redstone there was a guess and perhaps a hope that it would be as safe as glowstone. Therefore safety percautions that were used with materials like obsidian and diamond were thrown out the window. Instead it was instantly collected into glass cylinders and brought back to the workshop to be played around with.

Thus the reason why for most parts of hc2410 many will be seen with previous and malfunctioning innovations or straight up tech from the glowstone era. One of these people is Mumbo who still uses comms from the glowstone era as a way to keep his small hometown economy running because any way to help Big Ron was a win in his book. Pearl is also another example user of older innovations or at least less redstone heavy variations. Rather going into the world of solar, and botany side of technology dubbed leafstone. Other variations of older innovations would also have to be old port towns who used wind and small hydroplants to keep their town running and connected with the rest of the world such as Gem's & Grian's hometown.

With Etho being the main guy who really played around with it and pretty much like at it like ate it like it was sugar was thee very first to experience the mutational effect of redstone. At first his left eye would begin to flicker with rapid involuntary movement, then followed a set of what would be dubbed "chromatic abberation" (etho would be the only one to experience this and no one can confirm what he saw was accurate due to the mental state he was in), and the onset of vision loss. But this wasn't the first and last effect, he would begin to develop a second tail and unusual pelt coloring akin to the color of the newfound material. Much like the later steps of his changes the second tail development was not a pain free one. As the months continued his mental state worsened, this was due to the psychoactive effects of redstone and already altered vision. He would begin to see things that weren't there in a translucent red glow often accompanied by intense localized migraines behind the left eye. It would get so intense and unbearable that in the middle of developing the infamous etho hopper clock he began to claw at his left eye but the fingernails weren't enough and instead used a screwdriver to try to get it out. However Doc and Tango would find Etho moments before a prosthetic eye would take the permanent place of a redstone scarred eye.

Although Etho did wear a mask during the initial stages of redstone development and technology it wouldn't be enough against the sheer intake the 4 went through. Therefore under the careful guise of Xisumavoid, who'd later become the main caretaker/medic and manager, and Doc they would make several changes to how redstone was regulated. Making a mandate that all personnel, consumer, mechanic, and who ever else would have to wear a respirator and gloves during the usage of redstone. You'd think this would be easy to get the crew to swap into using respirators at the very least but it was met with much hesitation and backlash due to the blukiness that came with them. It was already tough to pack around the canisters of redstone, glowstone tubes, and iron baseplates and now they also had to squeeze into tight spaces with a clunky mess? But again Doc and Xisuma found ways to make sure that each member found a way to have their own variation of resperation based upon needs. It wasn't too hard to make one for Etho because he already had a mask but his stubbornness rivaled Doc, and took a near fatal pass out due to lack of blood production, aka just more extreme anemia, and bloody nose to convince Etho to finally add that respirator onto his mask.

Despite however the apparent dangers of redstone it sent the world of hc2410 into a new world of technology seemingly overnight, from clunky 60s-70s style tan and heavy clunk switches into an age more similar to thin touch panels and streamlined designs of now but with the flair of the iconic synthwave/cyberpunk style deemed by the 80s-90s. Yet it was met with strife due to how time consuming redstone was even with several engineers helping out on one project and most innovations were only available to the richest before being thrown out for the latest and greatest.

Also you may recall, if you've made it to this point, that I mentioned that the 4 were basic hybrids. Well much like Etho the effects on the rest weren't simple nor painless, and varied quite differently from each other. But those will be covered once their designs are finished.

I thank you if you've made it this far and I'll see you on the next hermitaday posts! :3

Edit: I also want to include that one of the main design inspos is actually Snakeyes from Gi Joe because that man is absolute gender to me. So why not combine my two favorite guys into one character.

Edit #2: Added more text breaks bc I no longer have 5 am involuntary eye movement. Which is odd because you'd think I'd need more text breaks but it's the opposite.

[wrongplacerighttime]

agent!harry x agent!fmc

the one where grace and harry are working a late night at the office. he follows her into the supply closet and things get…interesting…and grace realizes just how much she doesn’t hate him // a blurb for little bunny

part one here // part two here // little bunny masterlist

wc: 3.5k

tw: this basically just filthy, dirty smut. MDNI!! 18+. sir kink, breeding kink, little bit of degradation. not sure what else. lemme know if i missed anything. :)

yes, sir.

It was late, and the last thing Grace wanted to be doing was typing reports. She had her headphones on, working double duty playing music and holding her hair back out of her face. Her fingers were moving rapidly over the keyboard trying to make the work go as quickly as possible. She had more involvement in the most recent case, which meant there was more paperwork on her part that she needed to make sure got filed properly. She reminded herself this is why she liked to sit back and watch more than she liked to be in the field. Grace also had been consulting on a string of murders around LA county and she was waiting for an email back from the chief of police before she left, and the time zone difference meant she would be here for a while longer. She glanced at the clock, the seconds hand ticking and dancing over the numbers, almost taunting her in a way. Her molars clench together in the back of her mouth stifling a yawn growing from her lungs. It really wasn’t that late, but it was December and the darkness crept into the sky earlier and earlier as the days passed and they were in the thick of the season, winter solstice just around the corner, making 8:00pm feel like 10:00pm, and she was ready for bed.

It didn’t help that Harry was sitting across the room at his desk, working on his own reports and throwing the occasional ball of wadded up paper Grace’s way to get under her skin. She had put the headphones on hours ago to drown out his incessant pen clicking and finger drumming that had caused her to lose focus more times than she could count. She had asked him to stop once but he made it a point to do it more obnoxiously and after she had put on her music to drown it out, he resorted to the paper throwing to continue to get on her nerves. A paper landed right on her keyboard and that was her final straw.

“God damnit Harry! Can you just leave me alone for once?” She rips her headphones from her ears and slams them down on her desk…or rather her keyboard and whatever combination of keys being pressed results in her entire file disappearing, whooshing away into inconceivable nothingness. Her eyes ignite with anger and she launches the paper ball back in his direction, hitting him in the face. She should've thrown something heavier, like her headphones.

His eyes narrow at her before a smirk grows on his face. “I don’t like your attitude, Grace.” He teases in a sing-song voice, heckling her.

“Fuck you. I’m trying to work and you’re distracting me.” She crosses her arms over her chest and leans back in her chair, tipping her head back and looking at the ceiling. “And you just made me delete this whole file so now I have to start over.”

“I didn’t make you do shit, you should have been more careful instead of throwing a fit like a toddler.” He says matter-of-factly with a shrug and she scoffs, rolling her eyes before opening an empty document and deciding it was better to just ignore him. They’re quiet for another moment, Grace trying to calm her breaths while attempting to recall everything that was on her document as Harry’s fingers clicked over his keyboard, humming a familiar tune under his breath. His actions were maddening, but it didn’t stop her eyes wandering over his slightly unbuttoned shirt exposing his skin...didn’t stop her gaze trailing over the tendons in his forearms flexing and relaxing as he typed. She felt the fire traveling down the wire of her spine, settling right in her belly. She pulls her lower lip between her teeth and turns back to her computer and sighs.

“What case are you even working on?” She asks, and he glances over at her quickly before looking back to his blank screen. The truth is, he hadn’t really been working on anything at all. They’d been so busy recently, and he had stayed behind during their last case. It had been weeks since they last fucked. He just missed her. He wanted to just be in her proximity, alone, for a little while before he left…but a little bit turned into three hours. He’s been here, with her, daydreaming about taking her into the supply closet and bending her over a shelf.

“Consulting on a suspected LDSK in Denver.” He lies through his teeth and her nose crinkles at his answer.

“I don’t remember seeing that on the list Aaron sent out?” Her statement sounds more like a question, and he scrambles to come up with an excuse.

“Uh, he just put it on my desk this morning. I’m waiting for an email back from the police department.” His jaw ticks once and she knows he’s lying…that’s his tell.

“You’re lying but whatever.” She mutters and he presses his lips in a flat line. She opens the drawer of her desk, looking for a manila folder but instead sees that she’s run out. She stands, walking past his desk on the way to the door. He spins in his chair to follow her with his gaze.

“Where are you going?” He asks, throwing a stress ball in the air before catching it again, repeating the motion but she doesn’t stop walking.

“Supply closet. Does it matter? Wanna come hold my hand so I don’t get lost?” She feigns in a whiny voice and pushes the glass door open, striding down the empty hallway while shaking her head, the atmosphere almost eerie when no one else is here. The hallway is dimly lit from the flood lights, her eyes adjusting to the difference as she rounds the corner and pushes the supply closet door open. She flips the switch on the wall and the door clicks shut. The supply closet was actually an empty office, so “closet” wasn’t the proper label for it. She weaves her way through shelves of office provisions and she hears the door open and shut again. Her heart races, knowing she’s not alone. Realistically, she knows it’s just Harry coming to bother her. They were the only two here. That didn’t make it any less unsettling…something about being in a small, dimly lit space with him making her pulse skyrocket.

“Go away.” She tries to make her words stern, but they come out shaky. She sees his figure standing in the shadows of the room, and she swallows meekly as she turns back to the shelf where the folders are. “You don’t scare me, Styles. If that’s what you’re trying to do.” She feels his presence moving closer to her and her hands shake as she grips the box in her hands.

“Wasn’t. Just miss you.” His voice is low in her ear and he presses his chest against her back, warmth radiating through the thin material of his shirt. He cages her between his arms, his mouth dropping to the crook of her neck and his teeth graze her skin. He bites lightly causing her to wince, then soothes the pain by lapping his tongue over and kissing.

“Miss me?” She twists around to face him. His breath fans over her lips at their close proximity and before she can say anything else, his lips crash to hers and she groans into his mouth. He smiles into the kiss…at the reaction he always seems to be able to pull from her. Their lips move in synchrony, his tongue darting into her mouth the second she parts her lips. Her hands run up his broad chest before going around his shoulders and she tugs the curls at the nape of his neck. She pushes her hips against him, a primal reaction she can never control, her mind forcing her body as close as she can get to him. His strong arms wrap around her waist, covering the expanse of her back and holding her to him as he walks her away from the shelf and backs her into a wall.

“Need me so bad don’t you, bunny? Can't get enough?” He drops his lips to her collarbone as she mewls, her thighs squeezing together trying to relieve the pressure growing between them. And she hates to admit that he was right. She couldn’t get enough. No one compares to him. Nobody ever would…and she can’t help that she craves him. Craves way he stretches her open, craves the way he talks her through it every time…even craves the way he uses the pet name for her because he knows it makes her tummy twist with desire. He ruts his hips into her and she can feel his hardness pressing into her, catching her shirt and exposing her skin to the frigid air in the closet. His fingers dance over her waistband before dipping underneath. He trails a digit between her folds, collecting her arousal before pressing against her sensitive bundle of nerves and her head falls back against the wall, bucking her hips into his hand desperate for more friction. The gates inside her mind were fighting to be let open, and she's holding the mindset she had been so desperate to fall into at bay. She didn’t want to be vulnerable around him, but something about him just had her feeling so hazy, it was intoxicating just being near him.

“Please, sir. Need you.” The words tumbled from her lips before she realized they even came out. She was desperate, her mind slipping quickly into submissiveness, something she’d tried to hide from him for too long. He pulls back to look at her, the title something he’s not used to hearing from her, and he notices the way her eyes are glazed over and her pupils are blown wide inside her irises, her bottom lip jutting out slightly swollen from their kiss. He knows that look anywhere. Maybe not on her…but god did he love it, his own switch flipping inside him and changing his train of thought

“Oh, my sweet girl. There she is.” He hooks a finger under her chin and thumbs over her lips. Grace opens and wraps them around his thumb and sucks lightly, flattening her tongue against the skin. His eyes flutter and he leans his forehead against hers. She watches him through her lashes, doe-eyed and drunk on him. She swirls her tongue around the tip of his thumb and a groan of pleasure escapes from his throat. He feels his cock twitching against the zipper of his pants and when his eyes open, she sees the darkness in his expression and she feels the heat swirl in her belly, one that she’s grown all too accustomed to around him.

“Knees. Now.” He demands and she complies without a second thought. He’s been wanting to feel her pretty lips wrapped around him since the day they met, when she wore the most perfect shade of pink over them. She quickly brings her hands up to undo his belt and he watches from above, his fingers tracing delicately over her jawline.

“Look at you, so desperate to get me in your mouth, like a good little slut.” She whimpers at his words and quickly makes work at the button, popping it open and sliding the zipper down its track. In one swift move she’s greedily pulling at his waistband, yanking the fabric away as his cock springs free and her mouth waters at the sight.

“‘Cause that’s all you are right?” She looks up at him through her lashes and a devilish grin plays on his lips at the sight of her cheeks flustered and he waits for her answer. Her eyes flick down once to his hard dick against his torso, and she nods in confirmation. Her eyes meet his again, pleading for his permission and needing to feel the weight of him in her mouth more than she needs the air she breathes. But before he gives in to her, he wants to hear her say it.

“Words. Wanna hear you say it baby.” He croons and she squeezes her thighs together with a small whine.

“Y-yes, sir. I’m just a slut. Only for you.” She adds and she sees the look in his eyes go a shade darker.

“That’s right, only for me, bunny. Go on. Suck it.” He demands, grinning at her words and this…this is what he’s been waiting for, this scene with her on her knees in front of him…maybe the supply closet where they work wasn’t the best place, but seeing her like this just for him makes up for it. She parts her lips and wraps them around his tip, sucking and kissing, grazing lightly and teasing him just a little. His fingers intertwine through the strands of her hair, gripping at the root and pushing her forward. She opens further for him, tears pricking her lash line as he nudges the back of her throat. She breathes through her nose, and his chin drops to his chest taking in the sight below him. A sight that fills his fantasies, the image he conjured up in his head to help him get himself off on many lonely nights, and it’s better than he could’ve ever imagined.

“Fuck, Grace. Just like that baby. So good. Look so pretty like this.” His words encourage her, wanting nothing more than to please him. Steadying herself, she grips her hands on his thighs, dimpling the muscle under his skin as she pushes herself further, taking as much of him as she could down her throat and swallowing around him. His free hand darts up to the wall to hold himself up, the sensation of her throat squeezing around him making his knees weak. A string of expletives fall from his lips as his eyes flutter closed, rolling back into his head. He pulls away momentarily and she breathes in, before he’s slowly thrusting back in and making her gag around his cock again and again.

“Fucking hell. Look at you…taking it all down that pretty throat. Knew you could, knew you’d do so good for me.” He speaks between gritted teeth. His encouragement sends her mind into a frenzy and she flattens her tongue against him as she pulls her head away, leaving just the tip and she swirls her tongue around it before sliding him down her throat again, repeating the motions. He tightens his grip around the strands of her hair, pulling at the root and she hums, sending vibrations through his length. With a curse under his breath, he pulls her off before she has him cumming down her throat. She breathes deeply, the deprivation of air stinging her lungs as it filters back in through her nose. Her chest heaves with heavy breaths and her lips are swollen, tears stained with mascara streaming down her cheeks from his intrusion. He can’t help but think she looks ethereal like this, all drunk and dumb just from his cock down her throat. “Up, baby.” He commands and she stands, he takes her cheeks between his hands and brings his lips to hers, melding them together and her eyes squeeze shut, still searching for the breaths she lost.

“Please fuck me.” She begs, her voice raspy as she breaks the kiss and he wastes no time as he spins her around, her chest pressing against the wall. He yanks her jeans and underwear down all in one go, running his hands over her now exposed skin as he’s eye level with her dripping hole.

“So pretty.” He mumbles, running his thumb over her and watches as she clenched around nothing. He taps her ass lightly once before he stands and she grins. He guides himself to her, sliding through her arousal and bumping against her clit. Grace looks down, watching the way he slides between her folds and his tip glistening with a mixture of the both of them in the dim lighting. He pulls back and slowly, finally, pushes himself into her and her eyes flutter closed, a garbled groan coming from the depths of her throat at the stretch, feeling every ridge…every vein. He stills once he’s fully sheathed inside of her, grabbing her wrists and forcing them behind her at the base of her spine. He holds them there as he pulls out, cursing under his breath at the way she grips him. He snaps his hips, pushing through her walls without warning and she feels the tears well in her eyes once more, the pain mixing with the pleasure sending sparks down her spine straight to her clit. He drives into her again and again, sweat forming on his hairline and cries and moans falling from her lips.

“Gonna fill your pretty little pussy up, get you all full of my cum.” He leans over her and speaks against the shell of her ear. A pathetic whine leaves her throat at the image of him dripping from between her legs and down her thighs. And she loves it, every single time she can’t get enough, feels like it gets her high. He feels her clench around him at his words and he smirks. “Yeah? Y’like that? Like the thought of me claiming you, branding you with my cum?”

“Yes — god yes..” She groans, the thought of walking around with him all warm inside her making her feel floaty. His grip on her wrists tightens and she bites her lip, the pressure inside her growing and coming to a head.

“Sweet bunny, bet you’d like it if I got you pregnant too, huh — fuck — wanna see that cute little belly swollen, let everyone know who you belong to.” He growls, his teeth brushing the cartilage of her ear, and her head is spinning at the image he’s painting inside her head with his filthy words. His ring-clad hand reaches around her hip and he presses his fingers against her clit, her head falling back against his shoulder. She pants, feeling his broad chest against her back, the friction of their bodies making her skin hot. He pinches the pearl of nerves between his fingers and her mouth falls open.

“Oh fuck Har-Harry I’m gonna —”

“I know, bunny. Squeezing me so tight, cum for me.” He rubs his fingers over her clit and then she’s seeing stars, eyes squeezing shut and his name falling from her lips like a prayer as she pulses around him, pulling him over the edge with her. He grunts and groans against her shoulder, praising her and riding through his own orgasm while holding her up. Her legs feel like jello and when she feels him twitching inside her she hums in contentment. His hips still, and he leaves open mouth kisses against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin and leaving goosebumps.

After another moment catching his breath, he pulls out of her and tucks himself back into his pants. He bends down, pulling her pants up for her and spinning her around to button them. She looks up at him through her dopey eyes and he knows she isn’t quite back down to earth yet.

“Gonna hold all of me in there til you get home, m’kay sweet girl?” He brings his forehead to hers as she nods aimlessly. He pecks her in the tip of her nose once. Then her lips and she lets out a whimper into his mouth. “Got it?”

“Yes, sir.” She mewls and he smirks, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the supply room. He walks them back to their desks, gathering her laptop and papers into her bag as she watches him, her conscience coming back to reality slowly but surely. He doesn’t say anything, offering his hand to her again wordlessly and she reluctantly takes it. They ride the elevator down to the lower level in silence, his foot tapping on the floor. When the doors open, she keeps her head low and quickly exits, making her way out the front door of the building to her car parked across the street. He follows behind her, parked in the same lot. He turns to her before opening his door. She bites her lip, fighting the grin that wants to emerge.

“See you tomorrow, bunny.” He says just loud enough for her to hear, the streetlight casting a warm light over his features making her heart swell. She nods.

“Tomorrow.” They both slide into the drivers seats of their cars. She watches as he drives off, a pang in her chest almost wishing she was going with him. She shakes the thought away, starting her car and driving home on autopilot as her mind wanders, her thoughts full of him…his voice…his eyes…the ink scarred into his skin. She pulls up to her apartment building, sighing and cursing herself.

She thinks she’s falling for him. Grace walks inside, her mind racing around in circles.

She couldn’t be in love with him, because they weren’t supposed to let their feelings get in the way of their job…and whatever else they had going on between them. It was just sex. She runs her hands through her tangled hair as she unlocks her door, pushing herself inside and dropping her bags on the floor. She completes her night routine in record time and climbs between the covers sheets on her bed, her head hitting the pillow signifying her favorite time of the day. Her mind is a little hazy still, and sleep pulls her under into dreamland.

They were filled with him, and she was fucked.

[yoonivy]

gold rush; part 4.

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

genre. romantic comedy — inspired by 10 things i hate about you and also another movie (can you guess which one? :) ) , college/university au, smut, enemies to lovers (kinda??? their relationship is complicated to explain LOL)

In all the 8 years you’ve known Aemond Targaryen, he has not spoken more than 8 words to you. In total. So why is he starting now?

warnings. smut!! dirty talk, cunnilingus, fingering.

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

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With exam season in the horizon, it has you and Aemond staying at the university’s library until the most ungodly hours for the past week. 

Tonight, the two of you end up leaving campus a little bit past midnight, luckily narrowly missing the beginning of the snowstorm on the drive back to your place. By the time you get inside your empty apartment, the flurry of snow outside the windows completely obstructs the view and the strong winds are loud as they whistle and shake the glass. It’s horrid. 

“That’s it! I’m deleting the weather app off my phone!” You declare, throwing your hands up. You turn to your boyfriend, looking incredulous. “How did it not predict a freaking snowstorm?!”

Aemond shrugs. “I have no idea… even the news this morning said it was coming tomorrow afternoon.”

He is by your front door, his long black wool coat on and leather gloves hands clasped together behind his back. Before you can ask him why he is still standing there, he gives you a warm smile as he says, “I should get going then. Before it gets worse.”

Your mouth drops in offense, hips swinging out as you place your hand on it.  “Do you really think I’m going to let you drive home when there’s a literal Apocalypse happening ?” Your head shakes defiantly, taking a few steps towards Aemond. “No! you’re staying over tonight!”

Aemond hesitates, body turning towards the door then back at you. “Are you sure? I can still make it back home if I leave now…” he glances around, clearing his throat, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable since it’s just us here.”

This leaves you slightly stunned. 

Is this why he hasn’t stayed over before? For your comfort? There’s so many nights when he stayed at your place way past midnight but still went back home to sleep even though he was dead tired and for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why. Until now. 

Always such a gentleman. 

Gods, if he only knew all the thoughts you have been having about him. 

You huff out with a grin and a playful roll of your eyes, walking to him. When you reach him, you grab his arm and pull him away from the door. 

“Yes, I’m sure…” you say as you open the hallway closet, gesturing for him to give you his coat while he first peels off his gloves. You take his coat when he shrugs it off, and you hang it in the closet along with yours. 

“But thank you —” You glance back over your shoulder, just realizing how close Aemond is hovering behind you. His warmth and the intoxicating scent of his amber and saffron cologne sends a shiver down your spine.

When you shut the closet door, you turn towards him just as Aemond takes a step towards you, his chest nearly brushing against yours. You let out a soft gasp, staggering back, your back and palms pressing against the door behind you. Peering up at him through your lashes, you breathe out, voice light and airy, “— for thinking about me.”

Illuminated under the hallway light, he is so pretty, looking down at you with open fondness which has your breath hitching.

You could barely think. 

“You’re sweet,” you tell him with a strained smile. 

But you know the look in your eyes is not as sweet or innocent. It’s something far hungrier. 

You wet your lips as you think about him and how you want him — have wanted him for the past few weeks. Visions of him pressing you against the wall and his mouth on your neck, his always perfectly in place hair a mess from your fingers carding through it, his toned chest slick with sweat, his roughened voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear…

Unbeknownst to you, he follows the slow movement of your tongue before his darkened gaze drifts up to your eyes again. 

Stop, you scold yourself as you shake away the dirty thoughts. You quickly duck around him to create some space between the two of you, saying something about making tea as an excuse.

Maybe the reason Aemond hasn’t been staying over is not only for your comfort but for his own as well. Here he was thinking about you with care and you hadn’t even thought about how he feels about taking the next step. 

Sure the two of you made out heavily plenty of times before (and you felt him hard beneath you each time) but that doesn’t mean that he without a doubt wants to have sex with you. Guys have boundaries too!

“What did the kettle do to you?”

You glance away from the electric kettle to look at Aemond who had leaned his back coolly onto the counter just beside where you’re standing, his arms crossing against his chest. You must have looked confused because he reaches out to press his thumb gently between your brows. At the touch, you ease the tension there you hadn’t noticed. Oh, you had been glaring while deep in thought. 

But then you look over at Aemond again and there’s that teasing smirk on his lips that has you tingling between your thighs. It’s absurdly unfair how just one look from him has you going absolutely wild for him. 

“It wasn’t boiling fast enough!” You exclaim with a laugh (perhaps a little too loud and definitely sounding quite nervous) and you abruptly stop to focus on making the tea (and to stop thinking about his mouth on yours and everywhere else on your body). 

In your mug, you make your tea how you like it. In his, you stir in one teaspoon of honey and a little bit of cream — just like how he likes it. 

He murmurs his thank you with a sweet kiss on your lips and an even sweeter smile meant just for you. 

After that, the two of you settle at the kitchen table to wind down. 

Half an hour passed by and the tea had gone cold. Aemond was talking about something he had learned from a podcast and you were only half listening, staring at his hands. He has such pretty hands…

You want them all over you. On your hips, your thighs, your ass, around your neck, in between…

You just want him so bad… but you promise that you will keep your hands to yourself. 

“What was that?”

Eyes widening comically, you sputter out dumbly, “Huh?”

Did you say that out loud?!

Yeah, you’re pretty sure you did. 

But luckily, you’re used to making a fool out of yourself and so you are able to brush it off. 

“I didn’t say anything,” you say, pretty cool and casually if you do say so yourself. Standing up calmly, you collect your mugs, shrugging at him, “Must have been the winds outside?”

“Yeah…” Aemond lifts a brow, sounding unsure but also looking amused. “Must have been…”

Damn it. Facing away from his scrutiny, you rinse off the dishes while your expression squeezes with embarrassment. He totally heard what you said. 

Thankfully Aemond doesn’t push it any further and you are able to wash the dishes without any more embarrassment. 

While you finish cleaning up, you hear Aemond yawning from where he had sat down on the couch. 

“Sleepy?” You ask when you join him, his arm wrapping around you as you tuck both your feet up and press your whole body onto his side. 

He hums, nodding. His smile soft and tired. It is such a lovely sight and it makes you lean into him, pressing your lips on his. This man is stupidly irresistible and you’ve never felt like this for anyone ever before. You’re starting to just accept it.

What’s the harm? 

A broken heart in the future, maybe? But for some inexplicable reason, you trust him not to break your heart. 

Gods, if younger you heard you now… Trusting a man with your heart? And Aemond Targaryen on top of that?!

She’d have your head cause clearly you aren’t using it!

But you’re happy, and you think she’ll be forgiving for that fact alone. That’s all you and her ever wanted — to be happy. 

And Aemond definitely makes you happy. 

Smiling to yourself, you kiss him one last time before you stand up, stretching and yawning. “We should go to bed then.”

Aemond nods, but he stays sitting on the couch even though you’ve already started to walk towards your bedroom. You stop to look back at him, “Are you going to sit there all night or…?”

Aemond sits up straighter, stiff and alert. 

“I…” he takes a hard swallow, “ I thought I’d be sleeping on the couch.”

Your mouth parts in an audible oh… for a couple long seconds. 

“My bed is big enough for the both of us,” you tell him. After a beat, heat starts to rise up to your cheeks.  Did you sound too desperate? You’re not sure but to make sure you didn’t, you quickly add, “But if you want to stay on the —“

“No, no—!”  Aemond springs up, his foot snagging into the rug causing him to stumble slightly. But he is fast to recover, walking to you, “Your bed is fine!”

It’s not often you see Aemond flustered but it’s a sight you welcome. It’s cute. You’d tease him if you weren’t also as flustered as he is. 

“Do you wanna use the bathroom first or should I?” You ask him when you reach your room, grabbing some sleep clothes from the drawer. 

“You go ahead,” Aemond offers, sitting on the edge of your bed. 

“Okay,” you nod. “I’ll be right back then… make yourself comfortable!”

Aemond nods right back, then awkwardly pats the bedding a bit and squirms on his spot, looking satisfied right after. It bubbles a laugh out of you. A small smile is shared between the two of you before you head to the bathroom. 

You take a quick shower, opting to use your nicest smelling body wash and also shaved a bit — for no reason at all. You brush your teeth before leaving out the extra toothbrush you got from your last dentist visit and a clean towel for Aemond to use. 

“Your turn!” You let Aemond know with a big grin as soon as you enter your room. On the top of your dresser, you grab your moisturizer and you begin to apply it in front of the mirror while you tell him, “I left out an extra toothbrush and towel for you in the bathroom and you can use whatever you want!”

He doesn’t answer right away, so you look away from your reflection while dabbing on eye cream and find him just sitting there, lost in gazing at you. Again with that look that has butterflies fluttering like crazy in your stomach. 

You say his name softly and that was enough to snap him out of his trance. He chuckles to himself and stands up, “Sorry, I’ll get going now.”

He walks towards the door but just when he is about to step out, he stops, grabs a hand onto the door frame

as he turns to look back at you. 

“What?” You question, lips spreading in a flustered grin. 

Aemond shakes his head. “It’s nothing… I just…” trailing off, he glances at you from underneath his pretty long lashes, smile so genuine when he says, “You’re breathtaking… I just needed to tell you.”

And then he taps the door with his palm and leaves just like that, leaving you dumbfounded and flushed, mouth gaping open. 

“Thank you,” you murmur out loud to the empty room, your mind finally getting caught up. Your cheeks are hot when you press your hands on it, round and tight from smiling too much. 

It has you on autopilot, just thinking about Aemond while you do the rest of your night routine. You turn off the lights in your room, leaving only the lamp on your bedside table to cast a soft golden glow just beside your bed, then you slip under the covers to get comfortable and think about him some more. 

How did you get so lucky to call Aemond your boyfriend?

Not only is he so incredibly intelligent, he is also so passionate about so many different things. You’re always learning something new when you are with him. And it may seem that he is a serious type A kind of person, but he can be so funny in his own way. On top of all that, he is pretty good looking… 

Fine! He is gorgeous — sometimes it makes you so mad how handsome he is! Like his features don't compute in your head? How can someone just look like that?!

…and he thinks you’re breathtaking?

You giggle to yourself, tucking your chin just above the edge of the comforter, feet kicking underneath. 

In the middle of your daydreaming (and almost falling asleep), Aemond walks back in your room, scrubbing his long and damp hair with his towel to dry and… is still wearing the clothes he was wearing all day?!

You shoot up, awoken by the realization that you stupidly forgot to get Aemond something to wear to sleep.

“Oh shit! Sorry, Aemond!” You say, pushing back the blanket away from your body. “I have a few shirts that might fit you — or I’m sure Jon wouldn’t mind if you borrow his clothes —“

Aemond shakes his head. “It’s fine. I was actually gonna ask you if you’re okay with me sleeping with just my boxers. I run pretty hot because of my blood—“ even in the dimness of the room, Aemond notice your sudden look of alarm, and quickly adds, “but if you’re not alright with it, then—“

“No! You’re good! It’s good!” You say, a little too eagerly. Then trying to seem more nonchalant (though not really working from the way your voice wavers) you tell him, “If you’re, like, more comfortable that way then yeah that’s cool or whatever…”

“Cool,” he repeats after you, grinning bashfully as he glances down to where he is wringing his hands into the towel he is holding then back up into your eyes. 

There is a playful light on his violet eye that he keeps on you, and you can’t bring yourself to look away as he steps further into the room, coolly tossing his wet towel in the hamper by the door. You tuck yourself back under the blanket, trying to get comfortable again but your whole body is vibrating from anticipation, too keyed up. 

As your eyes adjust to the low light and wanders around your very familiar room, you try not to stare. But when Aemond starts to tug at the back of his t-shirt to pull it off in that strange way guys do, and the hem lifts to show off that glorious v-line of his and then that lean stomach and softly defined abs that is prettily illuminated by the golden glow of the lamp — it was over for you. It’s absolutely magnetic, the way he can always pull your attention towards him. You’re not even one of those people who really care about the nakedness of hot guys (Do you know how many times Robb and Jon walk around shirtless all the time during the summer? The answer is all the freaking time!) but of course it’s different when it’s Aemond.

If you had half a mind right now, you’d remind yourself to get a hold of yourself and stop acting like a complete lustsick fool. Like it’s so embarrassing how you bite down your plush bottom lip while you watch as Aemond’s lithe fingers make their way to the button of his fitted black pants. 

Of course none of that is at the forefront of your mind when he begins to pull his pants down, letting you have an eyeful of the prominent bulge in the front of his black boxer briefs, causing you to take a hard swallow. You’re not even sure if he is hard or if that’s just how big he is while flaccid. What do people say? That tall and skinny guys usually have huge d—

It’s Aemond clearing his throat that pulls you away from finishing your thought, quickly meeting his wicked gaze as you burn up from being caught shamelessly (well technically now, shamefully ) ogling. There’s a smirk playing on his lips, fully knowing what has you so flustered. So he makes a show of it, dragging his pants down so steadily. His milky thighs are slender yet nicely defined and so smooth looking; all the while, you feel a throbbing between your own thighs—

Hiding swiftly under the blanket, you muffle a frustrated groan. 

It earns you a chuckle out of him. The bastard. He clearly enjoys watching you squirm over him. 

Then the bed dips and you feel something press over the blanket where your hip is, making your whole body shiver. A second later, right by your covered ear, you hear a sultry murmur of, “You’re cute.”

Pulling the blanket back, you whip to face him with the most defiant (and in Aemond’s opinion — the most adorable) glare that you could muster. There’s still that smirk on his face, like a cat who got the cream. 

You sit up, about to give him a piece of your mind. Though before you can say anything, he surprises you with a quick kiss on your slightly parted lips. He chuckles at your stunned expression, caressing your cheek for a long second. His hand is soft and warm against your face, and his gaze is too, searching your own with a crease between his brows. In this darkened room, the color of his eye looks like a deep indigo, as deep as the ocean, so inviting that they seem to beckon you closer, to dive into them. 

So you lean towards him, your mouth a breadths away from Aemond’s, his voice is low and light as he murmurs, “Is it alright if I say… I don’t want you to keep your hands off of me?”

Once again, he takes you by surprise. As blunt and to the point Aemond is, it was not often an affectionate bluntness. You like seeing this new side of him. It makes you realize how much closer the two of you are getting. That he is more comfortable around you now — he jokes around, he tells you the thoughts running around his mind, and he is opening up to you more and more every single day. 

Aemond has really become one of your best friends, someone you are not afraid and don’t mind giving your all to. That has you gleeful, has your heart racing with delight at the revelation. 

As soon as you shake your head gently as an answer, Aemond’s smile gets a little bit wider. Then, he is closing the space between the two of you once again. 

Melting. You feel like you are melting into him. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

With his hand sliding from your face to cradle the back of your head, he pulls you into a deeper kiss, his tongue slipping between the seam of your lips. You moan, letting him in as your mouth parts, your head tilting to the side for more. 

Without parting from each other, you move to perch up on his lap, your legs bracketing around his waist. One of his hands grips your thigh, while the other slides under your shirt. You shiver in delight at the feeling of his warm hand on your skin, leaving goosebumps in its trail, until he reaches the underside of your breast. Aemond smirks against your lips, teasing, as his thumb brushes around your nipple. Mewling his name, you could not help but grind down on him, the little bud hardening from his touch.

Breaking away from your heated kiss, Aemond softly asks and gestures if he could take off your shirt. You allow him to, lifting up your arms to help him with the task. Once he pulls it off in one fluid motion, Aemond's hazy gaze wanders all over you in wonderment as he murmurs, a little breathless, “You’re breathtaking…”

You did not feel embarrassed at all from his staring. If anything, you feel more confident by how beautiful he is making you feel. 

Caressing his face as you look into his eye, you bite down your bottom lip, trying to suppress a giddy giggle. With your thumb running across his prominent cheek bone, you remind him full of mirth, “You’ve already told me that tonight, silly. ”

Aemond laughs lightly when you playfully flick at his nose. “And I’ll keep telling you over and over again, because it’s true.”

Then his eager mouth and hands are all over you again. Aemond cannot get enough of you. And by the way your hips are moving against him — picking up in speed and every grind down more overzealous than the last — you cannot get enough of him too. 

Aemond groans – a low throaty sound that is like music in your ears – when your hands find their way in his hair, pulling a bit harder than you had intended to. The clash of your mouths becomes more desperate, and Aemond slips up, accidently pressing his lips just slightly under the far corner of your mouth. But the mistake doesn’t deter Aemond at all. His mouth finds a path along your jaw and down your neck, marking you up with every suck and bite of his teeth on your tender skin. 

Eyes closing, you arch your back into him, your mind clouding up deliriously. Aemond starts to lay you down gently when his lips move to press wet open-mouthed kisses on your chest. As your head hits the pillow, that’s when his lips close around the nipple that he had not been playing with earlier, like he remembered it had been neglected. His tongue swirls, and your mouth falls open in a pathetic little whine. Immediately, your hand comes up in a fist for you to bite down on a knuckle to stop the embarrassing sounds from freely coming out, every mewl and moan muffled now. 

That stops Aemond, pulling off with a wet pop. A rather displeased Aemond is the first thing you see when you take a chance to glance down. His hand closes around your wrist gently, pulling it away from your face. “Baby, don’t do that. I want to hear you.”

Whimpering, you nod in understanding. “Please, Aemond. Need more…”

Your boyfriend hums, satisfied. 

Aemond bends down over you again, though this time he leaves your chest alone, choosing instead to lavish his tongue between your sternum then down, down, down…

You lift your hips up to allow him to pull off your sleep shorts. 

“So pretty…” Aemond murmurs reverently, lightly fingering the tiny pink bow at the front of your tight cotton panties. His knuckles then brush over where it’s truly damp, heat radiating from your core. He grins wolfishly after leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs that has your cunt throbbing with desire, glancing up to watch your face while you squirm. “Cute.”

“Shut u—” your indignant mutter gets cut off by your own surprised squeak, your body jerking at the sensation of a wet tongue spreading over the cloth where the seam of your pussy is.

The view between your thighs is one you will never, ever forget. It will be seared into your memories forever. Because how could you ever forget the sight of the Aemond Targaryen worshiping you as if the altar is your hips, and your cunt is his only salvation. 

Aemond tries to press down your hip to keep you from moving, but you are too pent up and desperate, your fingers once again treading through his hair, gripping tight as you ride his face. Seeking your pleasure with every swipe of his unhurried tongue. So instead, he snakes his arm under your thigh to spread you out further apart for him to comfortably lay between your legs. 

Soon, you begin to feel your peak building up, getting closer and closer to coming undone. You don’t even know how Aemond is doing this. It usually takes you forever to come, and penetration was almost always necessary. But here he was, just mouthing at your pussy from over your underwear and you are electrified with ecstasy. 

Sure enough, you come like that. An overwhelming feeling washing over you that has you chanting Aemond’s name with every languid swipe of his tongue and nudge of his gorgeous nose against your small bundle of nerves. 

Aemond’s hips thrust against the bed at the sound of your pretty moans and the honeyed taste of you on his tongue. Now, even more than ever, he is determined to give you every pleasure in the world.

“Another one,” Aemond commands breathily before you even come down from your high, placing a kiss over your clit. He doesn’t even bother to take your underwear off, pushing it to the side to slide his fingers inside you to spread you open while he slowly starts to eat you out again like a man still starved. 

“Taste so divine,” Aemond can’t help but comment, dragging his wet tongue from the bottom of your slit all the way up to your clit. 

“Ae— please — just like that!” The words tight and needy in your throat, getting close again.

“Anything you want, love,” Aemond promises, focusing now on driving his two digits deeper and deeper inside your tight heat. “Just keep making those pretty noises for me.”

You do exactly that. Every flick of his wrist drags out the most pathetic little noises out of you.

Then he curls his fingers just right and presses into that particular spot inside while sucking on your clit. You suck in a stuttering gasp as your whole body shudders, your back arching off the bed as you flood his mouth with another sweet release. Aemond moans along with you, like your pleasure is also his.

Aemond laps through your slick folds, humming in delight while he does so. He cannot get enough. It drags your orgasm out until you are a shivering mess and trying to push him away from oversensitivity. 

He relents, pulling away from your core to drop butterfly kisses along your legs while he pulls your panties off. 

Once the climax begins to subside, you reach out for your boyfriend, needing him close. After a few affectionate kisses against your ankle and knee, Aemond crawls up, capturing your mouth with his own while your arms wrap around his shoulders in an amorous embrace. 

Aemond kisses you like he has something to prove. It is all consuming. Like you are his, and he won’t let you forget it. 

You don’t think you ever will. 

Every fiery and passionate clash of his mouth over yours has you craving for more. When eventually—

“There’s condoms— in — mmm — drawer,” you let him know even though his mouth is barely lifting off yours, his teeth biting at your already swollen lip. 

Aemond hums, parting away so you can roll over towards the drawer in question. You sit up once you have the small, unopened package in your hands. 

(In your head, you thank Meera. She was the one who threw the 10-pack large sized box of condoms in your basket a week ago during your grocery date together. With a wink and a snicker she had whispered, just in case. You had rolled your eyes back then but now… Maybe the myth she had told while high off her mind about her family’s gift of foresight wasn’t such a myth after all.)

Glancing back over your shoulder, you catch sight of Aemond pulling down his underwear, getting an eyeful of what your boyfriend is packing. 

By the Gods… He is big . Pretty too — milky pink head, mouthwatering veins running along his long shaft, curved just right.

You want him so bad. 

Turning away, you quickly attempt to open the condom package, an unsatiated need now driving your every move. Perhaps your nails are not sharp enough, or maybe it’s because your hands are shaking too much, but the cardboard is stubborn and won’t rip open. 

You feel Aemond come up behind you, the heat of his chest on your back, watching your struggle. After another try with no luck, you confess with a bashful laugh, “You’re making me nervous.” 

“Am I really? Can’t even open a box because of me? That’s adorable ,” Aemond teases, which earns him a glare with no heat from you. He chuckles, an endeared smile tilting his lips. A tender kiss is placed on your shoulder before his large and graceful hands encompassing your own. 

“Here. Let me,” he murmurs softly, taking over the task. Since Aemond is perfect and can do anything and everything, he opens the box easily, ripping out a packet without much effort. 

You huff and roll your eyes playfully, and he just laughs, pulling at your waist to roll you over again and under him. He kisses you for a few long seconds before he sits up.

Breath held in anticipation, you gaze up at your pretty boyfriend, ripping the condom with his teeth. Without putting it on yet, he pumps his hard cock a couple times — spreading the pre leaking from the tip along the shaft — sweat glistening his heaving chest while he looks down at you.  “Are you sure?” 

There is an aching desire in you, amplified by his lascivious stare. Nodding, you use your elbow to lift yourself up, your hands wrapping over his, stroking his cock together. 

“I’m sure,” you tell him, fluttering your lashes prettily up at him. Aemond groans out your name as you lean forward to kiss the vein on the underside of his length. 

After that, neither of you can wait another second longer. Together, you put the condom on Aemond and he wastes no time gently laying you down again, getting into a comfortable position between your open legs while tenderly kissing all over your face and down your neck, his fingers slipping into your folds to spread you open for him again. He then takes a hold of his cock, angling his hips just right to slip himself inside you.

Aemond exhales out your name, sounding a lot like a satisfied sigh. His eye is squeezed shut, face twisted in delicious pleasure. “I can’t believe— You, fuck — you feel so amazing.”

Every inch of him has you wincing slightly. It wasn’t a bad pain, but you just aren’t used to taking anything of his size. Aemond notices this, and slows down to a halt, only half way in. 

“Does it hurt?” He asks, concerned. “Should I stop?”

Shaking your head, you reach up to caress his cheek. “No, don’t stop. Just… Just slow down a bit. I’m just not used to taking anything so… big.” 

Aemond’s eyebrow rising in surprise, chest puffing out while looking proud and smug. You refrain from rolling your eyes.

“Don’t let that go to your head. It’s big enough already.”

“Which one?” He jokes, cheeky and so quick with it that you scowl (yet still endeared). He ducks down, chuckling into your neck. 

“You can be so insufferable, sometimes,” you let him know, smiling into his hair. 

“I know,” he agrees, moving his head to peer down at you. “And you’re lovely. Always.”

There is no teasing left in his tone. It was a sincere confession, heartfelt and true.

Then he captures your mouth with a toe curling kiss. Your heart is swelling, your tummy full of butterflies.

The little intermission allowed you to adjust to his size, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth, and after letting him know, Aemond starts to move again. 

The way he moves his hips is intoxicating. Every drag of his cock has you mewling — voice high and breathless. Looking down at where the two of you meet, Aemond whispers filthy praises for you.

Your little pussy takes me so well. You sound so sweet when you’re full of my cock. 

He presses your thighs against your chest, allowing him to grind into you nice and deep. When he bottoms out, you swear you can taste heaven.

“Do you like this?” Aemond coos, loving the way your nails bite lines down his back, and his own digs bruisingly into your supple thighs. “Does it feel good when I fuck you like this?”

You could not even answer. The sensation all of the sudden becomes too overwhelming.  

With tears in your eyes, you come again with a sweet cry of his name, your hand twisting at the sheets beneath you and the other in his hair as your body jerks with multiple euphoric rushes. Aemond picks up the pace, chasing his own high as your pussy pulses deliciously around him. You juices coating him liberally, dripping down his shaft with every thrust. Your cunt is so inviting — so tight and hot and unlike anything he has ever felt before.

“You’re so good…” Aemond murmurs against the shell of your ear hoarsely. “Such a good girl for me. Gonna make me—“

Aemond comes with a long, broken and throaty groan; burying himself into the deepest part of you as he shoots his load into the condom. His hips twitch, grinding the head of his cock deep inside you as he expels the last of his energy into his climax. 

Exhausted, he falls into you, his mouth going over yours again and again and again. He smiles when your arms wrap around him, putting your all into the passionate kiss. 

Aemond never wants to be apart from you. He wants to stay there, cock buried in your soft warmth, forever. 

He can’t help it. Being with you feels just right. 

This is where he is meant to be. 

A blinding light is what wakes Aemond up the next morning. 

He grunt in annoyance, hiding his face into the pillow— until he remembers, the sweet smell of you igniting his senses. 

The sun is out in full force after the snowstorm, casting its rays in through the window, and yet when he looks down to where you are still soundly asleep in his arms, your pretty face smushed against his chest — you are the one that is lighting up the room and bringing him warmth.

Aemond has never seen anything as bright and as beautifully brilliant as you. 

Golden , Aemond thinks, nuzzling his face into your hair, his sleepy smile pressing against the crown of your head. 

You’re golden. The only precious thing he will ever want and ever need. 

He is sure of that now. No amount of money in the world could ever replace you. 

His golden girl. 

It is the last thought Aemond has before his eyelid flutters close and he slowly falls back into peaceful sleep, his arms pulling you closer to him. So close that not a soul could tell where Aemond ends and where you begin. 

a.t. 💗 🎵 treacherous (taylor’s version) · taylor swift

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It was supposed to be a good night. A fun night. 

The bar where your friends decided to go was a favorite of your group; they played good music, the nacho plate was huge and tasty, and every shot with the dirty names was only a dollar each. 

The dollar shots being the most important since you were also meeting Aemond’s best friend Alys Rivers for the first time. She’s great, you think, and she can keep up with your rowdy friends more than Aemond can. Maybe that’s why she’s hitting it off with Meera so well. 

But somewhere along the laughter and the million shots and the grinding on your best girl friends (a little bit on Alys too), your dumb ass decides to check your phone. 

That’s when you read through the latest email in your inbox and your whole night comes crashing down. 

You attempt to brush it off, put off the emotions threatening to bubble up until the morning and just enjoy the evening out with your friends. 

You laugh and smile through the hurt and disappointment, blinking away the tears whenever they cloud your vision. It works for a while — until Aemond pulls you to the side, caging you against the wall with concern written on his face. 

“Are you alright? I’ve noticed you’ve been sort of out of it for a while…”

You nod tightly, forcing a smile. “Yeah! I’m good!”

Aemond searches your face, frowning deeper as he seems to find some discrepancy in what you said and the way your lips tremble.  

You blow out a raspberry, laughing as you drawl out, “ Babe , I’m fine … Honestly… !”

But when your name comes out his mouth in such a serious tone, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Hanging your head, you tell him with a small and wavering voice, “I lost the poetry contest… they just sent an email congratulating the winner.”

This wasn’t the first time you didn’t win a writing/poetry competition so it might just be the alcohol kicking in, because you are more emotional and upset than any other losses before. Or maybe you just really, really wanted this — you did put your heart and soul in the piece and it’s one you are truly proud of so the fact that it lost…

When you feel the tears coming, you quickly hide your face into Aemond’s chest. You feel him wrap his arms around you, pulling you close as he murmurs sweet and comforting words into your ear. While you keep crying, you also keep apologizing miserably to him for various reasons — staining his shirt with your makeup and snot and tears, ruining his night with your emotional breakdown, for accidentally ordering that really expensive dish on your date last week… Literally, apologize for everything and anything over and over again. 

Aemond just hushes you, rubbing his hand up and down your back. He manages to pull you into a secluded empty table away from prying eyes and flags down a waitress to get you water. You chug it down so fast while sobbing when you get it, as if to replenish all the tears you’ve cried. 

The sight of you like this absolutely devastates Aemond. His heart is breaking for you.

“What do you want to do?” Aemond asks, his voice as light as a feather, hand holding yours. “Do you want to stay or do you want me to take you home?”

Though you’re not crying anymore, you know you probably look like an absolute mess. Mascara running, swollen and red eyes, snotty nose, all the works. So after a slight hiccupy breath, you tell him, “ ‘wanna go home…”

“Of course,” Aemond presses a kiss against your forehead. “Anything you want.”

Before the two of you leave, you ask him to tell your friends that you’re leaving and tell them you’re just feeling a bit tired. You don’t want to inconvenience them and spoil their night out by making them worry about you. He does it quickly, not wanting to be away from you for too long, and in a matter of minutes, you and Aemond are on your way home in the back of a taxi. 

The taxi ride home was quiet save for the low volume of the jazz music that the taxi driver is playing and your occasional sniffling. You find comfort in playing with the rings on Aemond’s fingers, trying to just not think about the results of the competition. It works — until it doesn’t. Now instead of feeling sad about losing, you’ve taken the next step to just blaming yourself and how everything you write is terrible. 

By the time you stumble into your apartment, you are just feeling a bit resigned and a whole lot pessimistic. 

“Why did I even go back to school for this? I can’t even win a dumb magazine competition…” you grumble, throwing your winter coat on the closest available surface which happened to be the kitchen table. Aemond grabs it, hanging both your coat and his properly at a clothes hook on the wall beside the front door. As he unwraps his gray cashmere scarf from around his neck, he watches you drag your feet to the couch, crashing face first into a cushion, muffling a frustrated scream into it. 

Aemond sits down next to you, and when your face comes away from the cushion, there’s a shiteating grin on your face that takes him back. 

“Are you good…?” He asks cautiously, not knowing why you look fine all of the sudden. 

You shrug, laughing as you speak with your words slurring, “Kinda realized I'll be in debt forever because of this degree… it’s all good!”

A good boyfriend would have said something like ‘oh no babe, don’t think that way’ but in Aemond’s defense he is also sort of drunk and so what slips out of his mouth before his brain could process it is, “Isn’t my father paying for your tuition?”

It’s all his mother could talk about when you and him started college, how it doesn’t make sense that Viserys is paying the tuition of someone else’s kid. Aemond can recall himself agreeing with his mother and stepfather talking down on you, a bit bitter himself because the conditions of getting his father to pay for his schooling was pretty tough to achieve. He was made to believe that you just got it just cause — but knowing you now, he knows you probably worked as hard as he did. Not only that, the two of you might be equals when it comes to grades so his father must have held you at the same stipulations to getting tuition money as he did for Aemond and his siblings. 

Instead of getting mad or embarrassed at his question, you just tell him plainly, “Yeah, he is! But I’m still going to pay him back when I can!”

Confusion sets on Aemond’s face because… why?  Not once has he thought about paying back his father for anything… maybe you were under a different clause. 

“Did he ask you to pay him back?”

You shake your head. “No, but… I still feel bad for taking it! I’m already saving up the money to give back to him… look!”

Sloppily, you thrust your phone up for him to see, almost hitting his face. You apologize with a giggle and a whoops, sorry! but his curious eye is on your phone, absentmindedly saying it's alright. 

On the screen is your mobile banking app with all your chequing and savings accounts showing. Although you point out the savings account named Pay Back Viserys Savings which already had a little over 5k in it, he also can’t stop himself from scanning over the other accounts. There is an emergency savings account at 3k, a vacation account at 2k, and your chequing is at $341. Doing very quick math, Aemond can honestly say that he has 50 times more funds in just his chequing than all your accounts combined . You are definitely living paycheck to paycheck, but the fact that you have more money in your savings account to pay back his father than all your other accounts means you don’t know… His whole family thinks you know but it’s obvious to Aemond now that you don’t know .

A conflicted and uneasy feeling settles in the pit of his stomach — even more so when you scoot closer to him.

Shouldn’t he just come out with it now? Just tell you everything — the stupid plan, the expectation of him to see it through — and he’ll apologize over and over again like you did to him earlier this evening but this actually warrants an apology and more. He’ll be willing to grovel at your feet to forgive him. 

But Aemond decides to let the guilt eat him away for one more night. For your sake, he tells himself. You’ve already been through it enough today, you don’t need this on top of everything else.

Though to be honest, he is just being selfish. 

“You should rest,” he tells you gently, his hand on the back of your head and his mouth on your temple. “And it might not mean much but… I thought your poem was better than all the others.” 

“Okay…” You mumble sleepily, nuzzling your face into his chest and humming sweetly. “And that means a lot. You are like the most opinionated person I know… a connoisseur of taste… all indubitably and hmmm yes yes indeed , Mr. Posh pants.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Of course it is…!” you tell him as eagerly as you could in your groggy state, yawning cutely afterwards. 

It makes him laugh. Gods, you are always making him laugh. He doesn’t remember the last time he would spend the day always laughing and smiling with anyone else. It’s only when he is with you. 

Selfish. Selfish. Selfish. 

Some time passes, and Aemond is convinced you must have fallen asleep. But all of the sudden, you lift your head to peer up at him with the most adorable look on your face. You look so… confuddled. 

“Aemond, have you…” you trail off, pressing your lips together, your hand coming up to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear that seemed to have distracted you. 

“Have I…?” He repeats to prompt you to continue, frowning with a tilt of his head while he mirrors you, also tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, fingers lingering on your cheek. 

“ Have you… ” you drawl out again slowly, clearly still wasted by the way your eyes squint at him. “… ever dated a popstar?”

He balks at the question, sweating. “Uh… um… why?”

Who told you? His father? Aegon? 

He doesn’t know why it was such a big deal, it really wasn’t anything serious for him—

“Really?” You hum contemplatively. “Because I’m pretty sure Taylor Swift wrote Landin’ Boy about you —“ you smirk and poke at the center of his chest,“—you little cutie pie.”

Aemond lets out a sigh, relaxing once more, then huffs out a chuckle.

“You’re ridiculous,” he scoffs, but he can’t help but smile. You have him rumbling from deep down his throat, akin to the purring of a satisfied cat, when you keep lightly scratching on his chest with your fingernails absentmindedly, singing the words to the song you had mentioned. 

How do you manage to make him feel all light and warm inside despite his inner turmoil?

Then it dawns on him…

He is in love with you.

There is no doubt about it. He doesn’t even question it or deny it, he has been falling for a while — and that makes all this more complicated.

Just let me have one more night with her , he prays to the Sevens, because I know once I tell her, it will be over for good.

So he pulls you in towards his body closer, craving your affection as his lips meet yours. 

“Sleep,” he murmurs.

With a hum and your nose nudging his, you take his advice, your eyes finally closing as you relax into him. 

One more night , he promises, just one more night…  

Then he lets his eyelid flutter shut as well, allowing himself this one last night with you. 

a.t. 💗 🎵 nonsense · luvie 

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author's note.

thank you for reading!! as always, let me know what you think, i love getting comments from you guys :') it keeps me inspired and keeps me writing more for you!

also, i hc luvie (myrcella baratheon) as sabrina carpenter so luvie's entire discrography is based on sabrina's music lol!

and, question...? what do you think the lyrics of 'landin' boy' (london boy) will be like?

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We feel the current Board of Directors has demonstrated little urgency on dealing with issues of racism on their platform. Additionally, over the course of the last few weeks, a variety of accounts have come forth showing fundamental, institutional and structural issues with OTW as it currently stands. With 4 of the 7 current board positions up for election, we feel that now is a key time to push for a board that is willing to address and tackle the issues OTW and AO3 are currently facing. 

Why are you encouraging donations to an org you are trying to change?

The only way to be able to vote is to donate. Like many nonprofits, OTW uses a membership fee to ensure that each member is a distinct individual with one vote. In order to do this, the OTW requires their supporters to make a minimum donation of $10 US. We do not feel that anyone should feel compelled to donate. However, there are many people who have already donated who may not know that donation entitles them to voting!

Can we donate on behalf of other users so they can vote as well?

Unfortunately this is not possible under OTW’s current system. You cannot create a membership for anyone but yourself. This system protects OTW elections from sabotage by outside parties. 

Do we have to give money?

No. We fully believe no one should feel pressured at all to contribute financially. There are many who are uncomfortable contributing to the OTW as it currently exists and we fully support and understand their position. We feel voting is only one of many ways people can be involved and encourage everyone to do so at a level they feel comfortable with. With that, our Call to Action has a subsection of many ways you can get involved that do not involve money. 

What is the point of changing Pseuds?

We want everyone, including those who cannot or do not create fanworks, to have a way to show their support and be engaged in this movement. Creating a Pseud is a great way of showing support and reminding people that voting season is upon us – it makes our action visible in comments and kudos and can be done by anyone with an account. After the action, the Pseud can be deleted and all comments/kudos made will revert back to the main account. 

Should we change the names of old fanworks for this action to Vote to End OTW Racism?

You don’t need to, but are welcome to change any and all fic titles to join in the action and our collection at any time. The primary goal of this action is to be a constant reminder to AO3 usership that it is voting season and they should vote if they can, which is why we’re focusing on name-changing new works between now and the end of elections – so that the reminder can be front and center regularly on various fandom and tag pages. (We can’t put a banner at the top of every AO3 page to encourage voting, so this is our next best tactic.)

General FAQ

Who are you people? Who's running this initiative?

Given that virulent harassment for speaking out about fandom racism is one of the things we're attempting to fight, it should be understandable that we don't want to make targets of ourselves by revealing our names/handles. We believe that our message and this movement is more important than our individual identities, and ask that you respect that by not engaging in baseless and inflammatory speculation.

The core organizers of this initial action are all longtime fans and users of AO3, including both people of color and white folks, who have been in fandom for decades. We are NOT "outsiders"! Our perspective and work on antiracism in fandom has also been developed in collaboration with a diverse range of fans older and younger than us, from many different fandoms and backgrounds. We are grateful for those connections, and are inspired by those who have been tirelessly fighting racism in fandom over time. We are all sick of seeing the same kinds of racism crop up in fanspaces year after year, in fandom after fandom. We want to see fandom's flagship project do something to make fandom more inclusive and safe for fans of color. We welcome participation and input from all fans who want to fight racism as we move forward. Fill out this form or contact our socials to get involved beyond this first action!

Are you pro-shippers or antis?

Neither. This is not about shipping discourse, it is about racism and harassment, full stop.

Is this about dark or "problematic" content?

Is this about policing kinks &/or queer content?

Is this about top/bottom discourse?

No. This is about racism and abuse/harassment. We are in favor of kinky, queer, and dark content (and many of us have created and enjoyed fanworks that falls under those umbrellas). If you consider extremely racist content to be a kink essential to your identity as a fan, then we can't help you.

Why aren't you focused on underage/incestuous/dark/etc content? Isn't that also a problem?

Bigotry is a different issue from content that fans may find uncomfortable or even triggering in other ways. Please don't derail this focused campaign by bringing other topics into the mix.

Is this about monetizing fanworks on AO3? Is this about making the AO3 palatable to advertisers?

No. We support AO3's rule against openly/directly monetizing fanworks hosted on its platform, and its commitment to being totally fan-funded and free from advertising revenue (and the fickle, proscriptive demands of outside interests like major corporations and other advertisers). Fanspace should be for fandom, not credit card companies or tech conglomerates to profit from.

What kind of work do you mean when you say "extremely racist and extremely abusive"?

We understand that people might be concerned that we're opening the door to broad censorship of work on AO3, but that's not our goal. Our concern is with racist fan works written for the purpose of making the fan site unwelcoming to fans of color. We haven't directly linked to current examples here because we don't want to invite harassment of individuals. However, we do hope that the OTW/AO3 takes a long hard look at their Terms of Service (TOS) and brings it in line with current/progressive antiracist content. Currently, AO3 only considers something harassment if it targets a specific individual - and even then, they have often refused to take action on harassment like authors using racial slurs in replies to comments, or tagging a scholar of color's full name in a fic to incite harassment of them for speaking out about racism. We believe that harassment against a racial/ethnic group should be considered harassment under AO3's TOS and Abuse policies. How AO3 handles offending works until these proposed changes would be up to AO3 to decide. Avenues for progress may involve discouraging such works, de-listing such works from search results, or prohibiting them all together, depending on severity. We are also in favor of the organization establishing reasonable guardrails or guidelines so that the new TOS/policies are less likely to be abused or otherwise used maliciously.

Who gets to decide what content is "extremely racist and extremely abusive"?

Ideally, the OTW will update their TOS and Abuse policies and procedures to define these terms, and they will ultimately determine how to implement these changes. We're not asking for them to hire a bunch of prudish strangers to comb through every work AO3 in order to mass-delete anything remotely objectionable, but for the OTW to implement common-sense measures to make the AO3 and the organization more inclusive. They've already committed to similar measures, so we're just asking for concrete action to back up their vague promises. This approach to racist harassment is in line with their existing policies that prohibit certain kinds of content, such as their policy on plagiarism that takes a case-by-case approach to determining what is and isn't plagiarism. We're just asking that they expand those policies and practices to include extreme forms of racism & harassment.

What do you mean by "off-site harassment"?

Answered here.

Do you want to remove content from the Archive?

Our primary goal is for the OTW to follow up on the promises it's already made to protect fans of color and other people who have been harassed, but in more concrete ways than they've done thus far. This does involve reviewing the TOS and Abuse policies and procedures to add protections for people facing racist harassment. Like with any other violation of the TOS, such as failure to use the archive warnings properly or plagiarism, this may result in creators receiving warnings about their works that are in violation of the new harassment policies. However, the end goal is not censorship, but an Archive that is more inclusive for fans of color and which minimizes harassment and abuse.

When do you expect AO3 to solve these problems?

We're hoping (in an ideal world) that they will respond within the recommended two-week timeframe of our action (which ends May 31st) by putting out a statement committing to our requests. We understand that a large organization like this run by volunteers needs time to actually implement those changes, but OTW has been working on these policies for three years already. With that pre-existing work, our demands can be feasibly implemented within six months to a year at the latest, and a commitment to change – and sharing a concrete, expedited timeline – can happen immediately. The exact timeline is up to the OTW, and we hope they will be fully transparent about both that and any delays they may encounter. We don't want this to be a rehash of their previous commitments, where they keep kicking the can down the road indefinitely: we want them to make a concrete plan and stick to their promises. The OTW has in fact acted quickly on policies when they feel urgency to do so - their implementation of a tag limit happened within months! - so we know it's possible. After the current action window closes, we'll still need your help to keep an eye on the org and make sure they fulfill their promises. Fill out this form if you're interested in helping long-term!

Why are you doing this? Why aren't you focusing on real racism in the real world?

Fandom racism is real racism. Fandom is not an utopian bubble insulated away from the real world – if we're not careful, we bring our parent cultures' biases and bigotries into this space, and fandom racism has a real impact on fans (who are real people). People of color, especially Black fans, have been harassed, doxxed, had their actual jobs threatened, and even reported to law enforcement for talking about these problems. Fans of color deserve for fandom to be just as safe and welcoming and inclusive for them as it is for white fans privileged enough to ignore these issues. And racism should be fought everywhere so it has no place to hide or fester - remember Gamergate and how the bigotry in that space metastasized into American politics? Don't let fandom have the same issues.

[edited 06-16-2023 for Action 2]

[nuhahani]

Thin White Lies

Thin White Lies by 5SOS

+18 JJK x Reader

I don’t feel your love and I don’t ask too many questions

You didn’t ask who it was the day he started smiling at his phone and not you. You didn’t ask, naturally you assumed that if he was unhappy he would tell you. Why would you need to ask your boyfriend of six years if he was interested in someone else instead of you? You shared an apartment together, spent holidays with each other’s families, he even place that boulder on your ring finger himself. You should’ve asked more questions. You should’ve asked why he volunteered to take her home from the party you two were hosting at your own home. You should’ve asked why he was ‘stuck in traffic’ for so long on his way back from dropping her off. You should’ve asked about the missed calls and deleted messages. The staying late at work and the cancelled plans. You should’ve asked but you didn’t, not even when his phone lit up with a notification on the nightstand as you were packing your clothes in the middle of night. His sleeping form too exhausted to notice you had gotten out of bed. He hadn’t cared enough to even notice that your belonging were slowly disappearing from the apartment. Carefully and quietly as if not to wake a sleeping tiger, you left in the dead of night.

-Geto, Sukuna

Calling my name, I don’t wanna say but I’m wide awake

You heard your name called from across the crowded hall, a door slamming from behind you. You heard him, clear as hot summer day you heard him calling your name. You pretended not to hear. The sight you had walked in on was all you needed to finally wake up from the deep delusion of being his one and only. Everyone and anyone the two of you could possibly know were at this party, after all it was hosted by your now ex-best friend. You felt stupid but not embarrassed, at least you dodged a bullet with both of them. A full two years of dating and 10 years of friendship that always seemed to be too good to be true, like a dream you refused to wake up from. You heard people stopping him to catch up and talk as he watched your figure flee out the front door, calling your name.

-Gojo, Yuji, Nanami

Just one more taste of you my love

The love was no longer there, you both knew it. It wasn’t a matter of who hurt who or who committed wrong against the other. You both had simply fallen out of love with each other. As the seasons changed so did your feelings, this was a conversation you had both acknowledged you needed to have. So there the two of you sat at your kitchen table in tears. The sun was setting outside and the temperatures were dropping with your confidence. You thought you were prepared for this conversation but suddenly the words were suffocating you. You reached for each other’s hands, intertwining your fingers. You’re not sure how it happened; what words and movements lead to it but you had your back pressed against the wall as you stuck to each like glue. Bodies bringing each other back to life, skin burning under each delicate, desperate touch. The two of you fell into bed the same way you had done so many times before. The lips on your neck left marks and bites only to leave you alone in a cold empty bed the next morning.

-Megumi, Nobara

She said she love me, she don’t show it

You had gotten tired. Cancelled and forgotten plans, missed birthdays and weaponized incompetence. She had done a real number on you. Every text, phone call and FaceTime ending with those poisonous three words. “I love you”, she says everyday but she never shows it. It almost like she’s talking to a parent when she says it to you. A forced display of affection as if it’s mandated to say instead of something she wants you to know. You’re not sure why the two of you started dating anyways, she was always busy with her friends or work. If you asked to make plans then she already had something to due as if you weren’t busy as well. It wasn’t always like that though, at one point in time you thought she genuinely may have meant it when she said she loved you between kisses and late night drives. But as your mother used to say, love can fade if not maintained. However your efforts went wasted and directly rejected. You didn’t even bother to call and tell her you were done, you simply stopped replying. You stopped answering. You moved on.

-Shoko, Maki

A/N: Toji’s not here because he can do no wrong that’s why he went to heaven

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 10)

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y/ndevils00

liked by tofff73, jackhughes, and 266,359 others

y/ndevils00 🚨🚨 NEW UNCLE HAT TRICK 🚨🚨

TYLER ‘TOFFEE TRUFFLE’ TOFFOLI GOT HIS FIRST DEVILS HAT TRICK!! just coming off his first goal as a devil, too! GO NEW UNCLE!! YOU SLAYED TONIGHT, QUEEN! first slide was my reaction to his empty net hatty goal!!

but before those three goals could happen, we had to kick off the scoring somehow! and what better way to do it than with a Holtzy goal!! congrats on your first of the season!!

and squished in there between those three goals, CAPTAIN SWISS GOT HIS FIRST GOAL OF THE SEASON! TWICE! one goal WAS taken away for goalie interference— but don’t worry your slutty lil mind, Neeks, because it still counts in my heart!

my not-so-sweet, bff4l-ttylxox, maraschino cherry got a penalty for roughing— i missed what he actually did because i was climbing into the penalty box (btw if you have pics of that, please delete them, i can’t have evidence of me breaking into jail), but i’ve decided in my head that he punched a guy to defend me. and if he didn’t… what a bitch

and of course, who would i be if i didn’t point out that MY BOYFRIEND IS THE FIRST PLAYER TO GET 14 POINTS IN THE OPENING 5 GAMES OF A SEASON SINCE MARIO LEMIEUX IN 1992! whew, try saying that 10 times fast! the love of my life had FOUR primary assists tonight (on all 3 of uncle Toff’s goals and on captain’s goal!)! MY MAN, THANK YOU TO MY MAN!

p.s. i swear i feed him

p.p.s. we have no enemies of tonight, because none of the habs really played great… so i would just like to point out that, though not pictured here, I SAW MY TEDDY BEAR, COLE CAUFIELD TONIGHT! he seemed happy to see me! until i showed him my french? idk why that upset him so much

tagged dawson1417, holtz_10, tofff73, nicohischier, jackhughes, and john.marino97

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holtz_10 thank you, y/n!!

y/ndevils00 well this is awkward

holtz_10 i’m not sure i understand how

y/ndevils00 you gave me nothing to work off of. how am i supposed to show my personality if all you say is “thank you”?

holtz_10 oh, i know! Nico gave me answer to this one: you don’t.

y/ndevils00 @/nicohischier am i a joke to you?

dawson1417 I MADE IT

y/ndevils00 you’re such a meme, i love you 🫶

dawson1417 thanks, i was born this way!

y/ndevils00 never change, sugar muffin!

user19 so who has the pics of y/n climbing into the penalty box?

colecaufield YOU CALLED ME YOUR “LITTLE CABBAGE HEAD”

y/ndevils00 well yeah, but i said “JE T’AIME, mon petit tête de chou.”

colecaufield saying you love me does not make it better

y/ndevils00 yes it does?

colecaufield how?

y/ndevils00 because i said so?

colecaufield @/jackhughes take her home. i don’t want her in my country anymore

y/ndevils00 I WAS BORN HERE! YOU’RE AMERICAN!

john.marino97 i wish i could say i was shocked when i got to the penalty box and you were sitting on the floor, but nothing you do surprises me anymore

y/ndevils00 awww that’s so sweet!

john.marino97 that wasn’t a compliment

y/ndevils00 it’s okay to not act tough <3 you can compliment me

john.marino97 i’m beginning to worry you don’t know what compliments are

nicohischier i wasn’t worrying at all, but nice to know. it’s appreciated ❤️ love you

y/ndevils00 love you too! hey, i have a picture of you bent over, do you wanna see it?

nicohischier i take it back, please move back to canada

y/ndevils00 well that was mean :( you could’ve just said no :(

nicohischier fine, i’m sorry. no, thank you

y/ndevils00 okay! i just sent it to you!

nicohischier why do i bother?

user83 i would do anything to see Marino’s face when he walked into the penalty box and just saw y/n there waiting for him

y/ndevils00 it was a little like this: 🤨😐😑🙄!

jackhughes YOU don’t even feed me. i feed YOU!

y/ndevils00 that’s cause you make the money and i look pretty and make jokes!

jackhughes and you do such a good job!

y/ndevils00 thank you, i know!

jackhughes well that’s a bit conceited

y/ndevils00 you’re one to talk, mr. mirror ***

jackhughes THAT WAS FOR YOU AND YOU KNOW IT

y/ndevils00 IT WAS YOUR IDEA

jackhughes AND YOU LIKED IT

y/ndevils00 yeah, i did *insert debby ryan gif*

tofff73 Cat says i did indeed “slay tonight” ?? whatever that means

y/ndevils00 ask her to marry me

tofff73 she’s MY wife?

y/ndevils00 okay and? what, are you against love?

tofff73 no, i’m against you stealing my wife

y/ndevils00 you are no longer slaying tonight. you ran out of slay. you are flopping. you’re in your flop era.

tofff73 i kissed your boyfriend a few days ago and then got a hat trick, what did you do?

y/ndevils00 i did other things to my boyfriend and i’ll get a hat trick tonight

tofff73 you don’t even play hockey?

john.marino97 how are you so innocent? you’re 31

tofff73 @/john.marino97 i’m so lost

dawson1417 probably better if you keep it that way, dude

trevorzegras can’t believe you saw Cole before you saw me

y/ndevils00 not my fault we played the french before the quackies 🤷‍♀️ take it up with buttman

trevorzegras it’s *bettman

y/ndevils00 oh, i know

trevorzegras how do you still have a job?

y/ndevils00 nepotism

trevorzegras oh yeah

user68 this is the second time y/n has used this joke, WHO IS SHE A NEPO BABY OF?!

lhughes_06 you yelled at me

y/ndevils00 you knocked down my teddy bear

lhughes_06 I DIDNT MEAN TO! AND IT’S MY JOB!

y/ndevils00 WELL I WANT YOU TO SUCK AT YOUR JOB WHEN YOU PLAY AGAINST MY FAVORITE FAKE CANADIAN

_quinnhughes you said i was your favorite fake canadian!

y/ndevils00 @_quinnhughes and you are!

_quinnhughes you just said Cole is your favorite!

y/ndevils00 @_quinnhughes no i didn’t

_quinnhughes are you trying to gaslight me? when there’s literal proof?

y/ndevils00 @_quinnhughes no! (is it working?)

_quinnhughes yes, you are! (no)

y/ndevils00 @_quinnhughes (damnit)