#wont hurt her to fucking go outside

[dukeofthomas]

"He hurts you because he loves you" classic excuse for abuse, not an interesting angle to go at a story with, boring, annoying, makes me hate anyone who says this shit. "He loves you but he still hurt you" beautiful, amazing, empowering. Love is not a pure, good, flawless emotion, actions matter more than intent, and caring for someone doesn't mean you can't or won't hurt them, and in my opinion, it makes hurting them worse.

[jammiesjars]

MDNI

Warnings: Accusation of Infedelity, heavily unedited writing (wrote this in a power outage in my notes app xx), fingering, eating pussy, dirty talk, dumbification if you squint REALLY hard.

One message is all it took for you to spiral.

Outrage was an understatement. A month, a single month, into Price’s deployment you had recieved a message from an unknown number. They insisted of Price having an affair with his so-called ‘receptionist.’ Being his wife, you didnt believe it. You and John had been married for years now. He wasnt that kind of man! (You hoped.)

Weeks passed and wheels start turning. Seeds of doubt had started digging into you. The late nights he had stayed at base before his deployment, only sending as much as a quick text of ‘Be home late. Dont wait up.’ Or the necessary secrecy between what happens at his job or deployment were starting to plant ideas in your head you wouldnt have ever had if not for that message. Youre being worn down, and its killing you. Its not like you could ask him; being thousands of kilometres away without any time to do as much as glance at his phone.

So the emotional resentment grew. You find yourself wondering how he could do this to you, crying in your empty home that housed the both of you not long ago. Before you even come to terms with it, Youve packed your bags and lawyered up, letting your resentment fester for far to long without any outside input.

On the third month of Prices deployment, you drive yourself up to base with one intention; leave the divorce papers on his desk to find when he comes back and to leave without confrontation.

Security on base knows you as ‘Price’s missus’ by now, offering a small wave and a smile as you walk by and into your husbands office. You put the papers on his desk, that frustration and hurt bubbling up all over again. He has your wedding photo framed on his desk and it only hurts more. What did you do to deserve this?

You turn to go, heading back towards his door when you hear muffled laughter and the sounds of gear being unzipped and dumped from down the hallway. Theyre back. You pick up the pace, praying you can slip out before he gets close enough to notice. You reach for the door handle, but the door opens before you can even grasp it.

Shit.

And there he is, your eyes drinking in the sight of the awfully more rugged version of your husband; beard outgrown and messy with tired eyes that light up at the sight of you.

That light dies as soon as sees just how mad you look.

“So youre telling me, one message is all it took to lose all fucking faith?” Price practically growls, fingers rubbing at his temples. Hes sat in his chair with you on the other side of his desk, just as furious. “Everything makes sense! The staying late at base, the short messages and lack of updates when your deployed!” You hiss, frustration bubbling over making anything small seem huge.

Price takes a deep breath, a futile attempt to calm his temper. “The shit I deal with doesnt sleep. Theres reasons i stay back that you will never know, love. The law itself, wont let me tell you. Same goes for messages. Im sorry i dont have the time to let you know im okay when im deployed, god knows i wish I did.” He scowls, his gaze so heated and intense that you almost look away despite your own fury.

“And what about this receptionist huh?”

Your tone has changed, soft and shaky. vunerable.

Price’s expression softens, but he doesnt say a word, simply rounding his desk to pluck you out of your own chair and putting you down in his office chair. He sinks to his knees in front of you, hands rested on your thighs. Blue eyes peer up at you, sickeningly sincere. “Love, I dont interact with her unless necessary. This isnt some romance movie bullshit.” Your heart is working overtime, lips parted as guilt bubbles. “You- you understand where my doubt is coming from, though…right? Everything lined up perfectly, and-“

Price simply tuts. “We’ve talked about that pretty little head of yours overthinking too much, havent we?” You freeze, throat drying. You nod. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes-“ you croak. “We have.”

Price grunts in approval, his hands now running up and down your thighs.

“Have you been feeling neglected, hm? Is that it? My sweet wife needs some attention?” Price rumbles, his large, calloused hands that have been marked by countless battles now playing with the hem of your skirt.

“You’ve got my attention now, luvie. No need to play these stupid games with me.”

Your mind is already growing hazy; your husbands words making you almost want to forget about this whole incident. A finger hooks onto the waistband of your panties, bringing you back to the moment.

“Stupid games? John i was prepared to divorce you-“ he shushes you, dragging your underwear down your thighs, then your calves and over your shoes before slipping them into his pocket. A cheeky smile graces his face. stupid muttonchops.

“Must’ve left you alone for far too long then, if you were willing to take it this far.”

He slings your legs over his impossibly large shoulders, making you squeak as your pulled forward on the chair.

“Wouldve come home and fucked those stupid thoughts straight out of your head if i had known you were having doubts about my loyalty, sweetheart.”

He presses a messy kiss to your clit, making you gasp. He grumbles something incoherent (“Me? Cheat? Silly girl.”), before licking a long stripe up your neglected cunt, causing your hips to buck. The taste of you after going months without has price groaning into your heat. He eats like a man starved, a mix of desire to prove his loyalty and that he finally gets to taste his wife after being away for so long.

Hes fuming, really. Toward you? No.

Towards whatever stupid bastard sent you that message. He’s glad you didnt notice him slip your phone in his pocket, because he knew you’d be against him hunting the fucker down. You just need a distraction to keep that pretty little head thinking too hard. And he’ll give you just that.

“Oh, my poor sweet wife…” He grunts, before sucking on your clit with a renewed fevor. He pulls off with a lewd pop, two thick fingers replacing his previous ministrations. You’re squirming in his office chair, mind hazy and hips bucking.

“Thinkin’ I was out here cheating on ya’… you know better, love.” He tuts.

His fingers curl so nicely into that spongey spot that makes you see stars. “M sorry-“ you’d slur, “I didnt believe it when I first saw the message I promise-“ you gasp as price presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing in small tight circles.

“Lovie, you stormed in here with divorce papers. Dont tell me you didn’t believe it.”

Your head tilts back as you pant, small gasps slipping past your lips.

“There we go.” Price coaxes, his fingers picking up their pace.

“Wouldnt even cross my mind to look at another woman when my gorgeous girl looks like that as I stuff her cunt full of my fingers.” He coos, watching your face intently as your release crashes down; intense enough to make you writhe and moan.

Price pulls his fingers from you, licking them clean before getting up off his knees. Your throat runs dry, bracing for whats to come even as you grapple your bearings. You’re mentally preparing for Price to be dissapointed, upset with you, maybe even mad.

He analyzes your expression, leaning back against his desk. His eyes scrape over your small form sat in his chair.

“Im not upset, love. That pretty little head of yours had months to overthink that message without a voice of reason.”

Price tilts your chin up.

“Lets just not have to do this again, hm? Then i’ll be mad.”

Its sounds like a threat, but it isnt. Price knows he’ll always be there to talk his beloved wife down from the edge.

[dr-spectre]

I saw this really great thread on twitter by Grungygrim and it definitely highlights my thoughts and frustrations with the story of these games and the Splatoon fandom as a whole. (be forewarned, i get really tilted in this blog post fyi.)

I made a blog post about 2 weeks ago where i said that i was happy that the narrative online that "Callie is an idiot who got kidnapped and then brainwashed/mind controlled against her consent" is going away. (Here's the link: https://www.tumblr.com/dr-spectre/749710338672525312/im-so-happy-that-the-narrative-online-that?source=share)

Unfortunately I'm gonna have to retract a lot of the stuff i said. I'm still seeing, TILL THIS DAY THAT NARRATIVE ONLINE! IM STILL SEEING SO MUCH MISINFORMATION AND IT MAKES ME REALLYYYY ANGRYYYY!!! As a big fan of Callie, people completely outright ignoring her character arc THAT WAS SET UP SINCE SPLATOON 1 BY THE WAY!!! and not even bothering to look at outside sources for more information and lore genuinely pisses me the fuck off to no end.

No, hypnosis is NOT MIND CONTROL/BRAINWASHING! I DONT WANNA KEEP REPEATING IT! YOU CAN LOOK IT UP! if a person is genuinely uncomfortable and doesn't wish to take the suggestions to heart while hypnotized, THEY WONT DO SO! THEY STILL HAVE CONTROL! Yes, Marie did say "kidnapped" in some of her dialogue, but from her perspective, OF COURSE SHE'S GONNA THINK CALLIE GOT KIDNAPPED! She's known to worry about Callie all the time and ruminate about her, of course she's gonna think of the worst case scenario, doesn't mean she's right though. Was Octavio still in the wrong for hypnotizing Callie in the first place and allowing her to bring out her darker traits more easily? YEAH! NO SHIT! HE'S A BAD DUDE! Not a totally evil person but he has made some awful decisions out of desperation for his people. Why do you think he was so quick to help out the New Squidbeak Splatoon in the finale of Splatoon 3? His people got turned into fluffy monsters by a giant bear, he's all about helping his people.

Hell look at how Callie acts while under the Hypnoshades, she decorates Octo Canyon and her peppy and energetic self is still in tact even during the final boss, she's just more mean and violent. Callie was in an emotional and mentally unwell situation due to her overworking herself and being incredibly lonely as her relationship with Marie was damaged overtime. Callie accepted the suggestions of DJ Octavio and heard him out, AS SAID BY HER FROM THE RELATIONSHIP CHART! She wasn't forced into anything. She didn't suffer "sexual abuse" from Octavio by being forced into skippy clothing as some psychos say online, if she didn't want to wear that outfit she wouldn't cause hypnosis is NOT MIND CONTROL!! I hate having to repeat this over and over again, i hate how the developers basically rushed and ruined this interesting villain arc with stupid shades, only to try and hastily fix it later with an obscure post about A GOD DAMN RELATIONSHIP CHART THAT PEOPLE EITHER DONT KNOW ABOUT OR DONT CARE TO LOOK AT BECAUSE THEY SEE SPLATOON AS SOMETHING FOR KIDS AND TO NOT GIVE ANY CARE TOWARDS!!!!!!!!

I made a god damn giant blog explaining Callie in Splatoon 2 because i felt so frustrated about how my favorite character in the series was being treated and i tried to salvage the story that the writers tried to make. The way that people made her situation worse by saying she got kidnapped and forcibly ""mind controlled/brainwashed"" actually gave me chest pain, thinking about that kind of scenario for Callie actually hurts me... Heck i cant even listen to the Splatoon 2 stage music or final boss music because hearing her reversed vocals makes me feel uncomfortable due to the misinformation online. I hated all the misinformation and i wanted it to stop. HELL EVEN IN GIANT TIMELINE VIDEOS WHERE PEOPLE DO TONS OF RESEARCH THEY STILL GET IT WRONG!! UGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! i guess it'll still be the common and popular notion that Callie is an idiot that got kidnapped and then ""mind controlled"" by some shades... oh well... ugh...

I'm sorry if I'm coming off as really angry, i am. It's just, my brain is really hyperfixated on this squid and she means a lot to me. Seeing the way the fandom as well as the writers treat her makes me really mad. I hope i can find some peeps who feel the same way as i do. Misinformation is so frustrating man... i dont even wanna get into the Octarians because that's a whole other can of worms... anyways im done ranting. have a good night or good morning wherever you live y'all.

[animeshotsh]

How they cheer you up 💞| HCS | Various! x Reader |

Summary: They notice you are not feeling well, so they decide to try and help you feel better.

Warnings: Hints of depression | Mentions of insolation | Mentions of fear | Crying | HH Canon violence | Soft moments | Grammar mistakes | Helluva Boss characters |

Lucifer

Lucifer its the one who notices your mood change first, as well as your new routine of oversleeping as well as getting yourself with lots of work. He knows what is going on (he has faced it before) and knows he would have wanted help or someone by his side.

His way of helping you is soft and also calculated in order to not make you feel like you must tell him what is going on or to feel pressure from him. Will invite you to have tea with him, will ask you what you would like to do for the day and encourage. If you want to staty in bed then he asks you if you need anything. Is going to get your favorite food and ask for extra soft pillows and blankets. If he notices that you are staying inside too much he will ask you to help him do some errands in town. Will offer to fly with you in his arms and play the violin for you if you like it.

Charlie

Despite she being hyped all the time and with lots of work she notices your change. How you seem to be out of space a lot, or how you avoid the rest of them. Charlie will wait for a moment where you two can talk alone. She wont pressure you on telling her whats wrong, will tell you to take your time. Is going to be around you a lot, unless she sees that she is over passing. Will ask for your help with easy tasks and ask you to have lunch with her.

Alastor

He may be slow at first at seeing your mood change, till he notices how irritated you are getting or how you seem to stay in your room all day not coming out unless its for eat or do some work.

Alastor comes from a time where this type of things were not adressed, however he feels like he must offer you some help, even if he does not know what he is doing.

His approach may be a bit agressive at first, teleporting you outside the hotel and making you take some walks with him as he talks about different stuff.

He will invite you to have dinner with him, playing soft jazz and even reading with you. Will leave a shadow of his to follow you and order it to help you with whatever task you may need.

Husk

Husk has his own inner fights so he is also quick to cath up with yours. He is not that good at talking or with feelings but its an amazing listener and will tell you that you can share with him whatever fear or thing that is making you feel bad.

He may not know what to do if you cry but will give you an akward hug and even put his wings around you.

Vox

When he is alone he is less of as ass than when he is with the V's.

Vox will notice how you are not doing your work. like you used to do and will find it strange then he will give you more hours to rest and send the best food on your way. Is going to play your favorite shows 24/7 and anyone who does not like it can go and fuck themselfs.

If social media is making you feel bad then he will remove your social apps and say they are unavailable at the moment.

Vaggie

She will be the "together". Basically wont leave you alone unless you ask her to. She wants to support you and be with you if you need her to.

Stolas / Mentions of medication

As someone who has to live with it and has to take medication for it Stolas will notice. He will ask you whats wrong and to please share with him what is going on.

Will ask you if you want to visit a Doctor and offer all his mansion for you to stay in. Is going to make plans to help you pass the time and distract you. Do you want to see a sun born ? He is taking you there. Do you want to help him with his plants? Of course he will say yes!!

Do you want to cuddle and watch a movie with snacks? He is preparing the best nest ever.

Rosie

Best friend in all circles. May ask if someone hurt you or if you need something specific from her. Will get you the best food and clothes to try and cheer you up. Walks with her in cannibal town are a must as she tells you the last gossips that are going around. If you want to cuddle she will do it just for you.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

Other characters I think would be great supporters/help you.

Emily (she is an angel of course she will let whatver she is doing to try and make you feel better).

Moxie (he is gentle, is going to make you stay home and away from work. Gets protective of you and will not back off on telling Blitz to stop mocking you).

Angel Dust (may be tricky for him but will try his best. Knows everyone has problems and they are different. But having someone by your side its important. Will let you cuddle his pig pet).

Zestial (I think he is a softie with these who he likes. You are close to him, he notices how you are not being yourself. Will use his power and status to help you).

[nostalgicmiscellaneous]

I'm quite honest when i say this: No, Season 3 didn't have much angst. In fact, Polin fans were lucky because even their angst had moments of the characters clearly showing love. Their main issues start at the end of Ep6, so it only truly reflected starting on Ep7. They have the fight, some hurtful words, but then they meet on the streets and have a great conversation, they have a moment evidently showing their love for each other. Later that night, Colin basically confirms that all the issues he has with trust because of LW, when he talks to Kate, are not enough to truly taint his love for her. We get to the wedding, and it's full of love, tenderness and Colin unable to hide the depth of his feelings. The Queen barging in and his concern, his worry for her safety and his family as well is triggered again. He can't yet truly grasp that LW is a fundamental part of her and he reacts as something that is above her love and care for him and his family + his insecurities. As we all know, he feels useless, unloved, unworthy, ''less than". We get Colin sleeping right outside their bedroom. Again, his feelings are eating him up. He also feels guilty that his family might be at risk because he chose Pen and yet he knows he would do it again and again. He doesn't feel too little, he feels too much and that's his problem. He doesn't know what to do and how to do things. Over and over again he tries to protect her and show her his love. Oh, but he didn't sleep with her that night? GOOD! Yes, you heard it. Good, he shouldn't have. In fact, i'd feel bad if he had. I'd feel like at that moment he just used her to placate his desires. As long as he was still struggling - and he had the right and it make perfect sense for him to be -, with his feelings about the situation, his concerns, i'm glad that he wasn't just, 'hey, i'm feeling horny, you're gorgeous and i love you and ofc seeing you in your sexy nightgown turns me on so i'm going to fuck you, even if i'm still struggling because i'm a man and men can't be sensitive and need time, complete connection and trust to make love to someone they value and love, they gotta fuck". For real, people? For real? It's a drama, a romantic drama. They make everything right in the same episode, they confess and declare their regrets and love, their hopes and their trust, they make love - and no, it's not porn, we don't need to be shown more than we were in Eps4 and 5 -, they have a beautiful baby, they are are working on their their dreams ( writing) and taking care of their families, they are happy and in love with complete trust and admiration. There was little angst. Now, if you wanted one more conversation between them, another one where they could share their feelings and have intimacy ( not even talking about sex), sure, i would've loved too. But it is not enough for the over the top dramatics some of you make it out to be, the exaggerated complaints. I wont change my mind over the mind and feelings of someone else, i feel this season is very good, a solid one with good chemistry romance between the leads. I enjoyed and like more everytime i watch. I always think about what i wanted more and what i wanted differently when i watch shows/movies, but i also never allow it to cloud the things i did get and that i love it, because when i weight it all, i love more things in it than otherwise, in this case. Wanting more is good, means Nicola and Luke did a good job making you want to see them, and you'll in S4.

[squerlly]

flames of desire chapter 7: setting it off

Alastor x (f! bunny reader) -NSFW-TW: mentions of rape

your POV:

"cmon relax I can make you enjoy my company in more ways then one~" with the snap of his finger the girls that were once at his side were gone, and it was me, him, and the background noise of the club "so what is a cutie like you doing here alone" "I-I was with angel..." "angel is here? well ill deal with that later, for now~" snaking one of hands on my thighs he inches closer under my dress, using his other hand to take a puff of his pipe, he blows the pink smoke in my face, drool dripping on the corners of his mouth "how about we have some fun yes~?" "wait-" my words are trailed off as I start to feel dizzy, I feel light like I could be blown away by the slightest breath, my body begins to feel hot, really hot "w-what did you do to me...." "oh nothing you wont enjoy" being laid down on the seat my head spins and his hands lift my dress "no- stop!" "don't fight it I know you want to~" no I'm not going to let this happed, come on y/n snap out of it!!, grabbing his hands I push him off "No I wont" frustrated he yanks me forward pinning me, my chest pressed against the seat "damn you stubborn bitch!" "NO get off of me!!!" after a while of struggling somebody pulls me up, everything went silent, no people just music. opening my eyes there's a hand around my waist, looking up its Alastor?! what the hell is he doing here!!

Alastors POV:

when my shadow informed me that valentino was at the club and with her I rushed there, were the fuck was angel, why isn't he with her!!! barging in the club everybody moves out of my way as I storm past the crowd seeing valentino on her. I rush to grab her up pulling her dress back down "valentino, I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut this short" "alastor, what are you doing here!" valentino said through gritted teeth, I tried my best not rip all four of his arms off right then and now, maybe later...."I'm afraid your messing with something that's mine" "uh huh ho does this little conejita have a contract with you" "no but that doesn't give you permission to touch her without permission!" "if she doesn't belong to you, then she free game~" "you wont dare if you value your life!" by now my patients is running thin "I'm taking her and if you ever lay a finger on her you will never see that finger again!!" picking her up I walk of with her in my arms, the poor thing was shaking and she smells of alcohol, surly drunk "this isn't over Alastor I will get her eventually!!!!" ignoring Valentinos yelling I head out of the club, outside was a very panicked angel.

your POV:

I have a terrible headache, I'm cold and I cant think straight what the fuck is happening, being carried I look up at Alastor he looked pissed, angry, the static radiating off of him was loud but he was gentle, like he was holding a piece of glass. angel ran over "Y/N!! there you are, iv been looking every wear for ya!! what happened" as angel reached out to touch me Alastor pulled back "angel you said valentino wasn't supposed to be there" "he wasn't h-he was supposed to be filming with the others back at-" "well he wasn't, and because of your carelessness valentino got his hands on y/n" angel turning his attention to me "he didn't hurt ya did he, y/n are you alright!?" "no angel I'm-" "he almost did, I'm taking her back, this will never happen again"

back at the hotel we walked through he doors, Charlie and vaggie waiting for us "Y/N!!! oh my Satan are you ok, we saw Al running out of the doors in a hurry" how did he know I was in trouble..."I'm alright Charlie I promise" "what happened!" "unfortunately valentino was at the club and angel lacking in supervision lost her, letting valentino take his chance" "Voy a matarlo! (im gonna fucking kill him)" "I got there just in time" "thankfully she's ok, you guys are ok..." "I'm gonna...I'm gonna go change"

walking out of the lobby Alastor follows close behind me "what are you doing.." "making sure you get back to your room" "why" "do I need a reason?" "no but can you explain how the hell you knew I was in trouble!" he pauses for a moment stopping in the hallways by my door "I was watching you.." "why are you stalking me" "because angel is carless and I was just being cautious!" "ok but you didn't have to be so mean to angel he was just-" "just what!?, explain to me my dear what do you think would have happened if I wasn't watching you, angel couldn't saved you because he was to busy fooling around" "why do you care!" "what do you mean why do I care" "the radio demon a mercy less overlord who was known for his broadcasted carnage over hell, heartless, and terrifying so why... why are you so concerned for me, I mean nothing to you, you follow me around give me weird looks, vaggie told me about you, told me to stay away..." "I don't know, I don't understand why..." looking up his smile is almost none existent, his eyes are dark as he look at me, the radio static in his voice was gone, just his plane old voice "I though my interest was just playful amusement, to toy around a bit, but the more I know about you, your smile your laugh that dress, it irks me, this feeling... I-I don't know what you did!" "Alastor-" "I would kill a demon for even looking at you funny!, I never cared about some lowly sinner...but I care about you, you have me rapped around your little finger and you don't even know it" all this time I though he wanted to kill me, even eat me or something but I never realized "Alastor.." I huff out a small laugh "what's so funny..." "I didn't put a spell on you, or curse you, or anything" grabbing his hand "this is all you and its completely normal" bringing my hand up to cup his cheek he leans in to the touch "don't look at me like that, you did something and I know it.." he mutters as I lean in closer, hunching over he leans in breaking the distance into a soft kiss pulling me closer. once I pulled away, looking at him I smile "I don't think I will ever understand this feeling but...I will try my best to show you how I feel" bringing my hand to his lips he places a soft kiss "goodnight my dear and get some much needed rest~" "goodnight Alastor"

I hope you enjoyed and I love you guys so much for the love and support have a wonderful day/night!!!

-squerlly

@pooplyface1423 @strippezzz

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[xoioel]

are you planning to continue writing how the other lines fuck you too 🫣 if not please consider writing for all of them,, 🫣🫣

HOW THE MIDDLE LINE FUCKS YOU

sana + jihyo + mina

sana | rough + overstimulation

when shes fucking you its a mess especially if you were doing things to get Sana jealous. shes now eating you out and fingering you at the same time and the more you whine and beg for her to slow down is the more she goes. and she wont stop until shes tired and your a mess, tears running down your face, legs shaking, puffy cunt, stinging ass from all the smacking she did. and if shes using the strap; forget about going anywhere for the next few days because your legs will be sore; it will hurt to sit down aswell from her pounding and her obsession with smacking your ass

jihyo | rough + edging + overstimulation

as the leader she has lots of pent up frustration so shes going to use you however she likes. eating you out but not letting you cum just so she could her you beg for her to let you cum. she also would get pussydrunk while eating you out and just cant stop which leds to her accidentally overstimulating you. but she will also use the strap and just make you a throat goat and makes your throat into the shape of the strap. jihyo will also be like sana and fuck you hard and make sure your a mess when shes done with you

mina | rough + overstimulation

mina might be shy on the outside but when it involves her fucking you its a different story. she would finger you and watch how you would squirt all over yourself so she would make you cum over and over just so you could squirt all over yourself and her fingers. she would have you in a missionary position as she fucks you hard with the strap and the bed would be soaking wet from all the squirting you did. she loves when you would beg her to go harder and just tell her to make a mess out of you. she would also have you face down ass up and go pound town on you until your legs give out

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[chaosology]

invisible strings

Sam Kerr x reader

uses this+this request

warnings: underage drinking, gay pining, not proof read so u can call me out on grammar and i wont get my feelings hurt.

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September, 2003 - Perth, Australia

"Mum, it's so obvious she doesn't want me there!" You whined. Your mother was haphazardly chucking a soccer ball in a birthday bag, arranging the blue paper around it so it was semi-presentable. Bless her, but you knew Sam wouldn't care for the wrapping.

She had awkwardly handed you a party invitation after school that day as you plucked your bags off the racks.

"My mum said I had to invite a girl to come, sorry. There's good cake, though. It's ice cream."

She ran off almost as fast as she appeared, leaving you outside your Year 4 class alone. Why you? You weren't sporty at all, she could've at least invited one of the netball girls - they were always picking Sam for their teams, too. You were the anti-Sam, spending lunch with a small group of girls playing hopscotch and batting your eyes for the teacher's approval.

Black marker in your hand, you scribbled down a messy "happy birthday, Sammy K" in one of the white spaces on the ball. Your mum had taken you to Big W to choose one after school immediately after, given the late notice. You held it back, admiring your work. Would a heart be appropriate?

Yes.

You only turn 10 once, right? You added it front and centre on the ball, writing your name in the middle so she knew who it was from (though, she could probably tell a tween boy didn't make such an effort).

The party was, as expected, all boys. Sam's mother had greeted you warmly at the door, ushering you in with a comforting (and almost apologetic smile). Sam ran over excitedly to grab the gift bag off you, grabbing your arm to pull you over to the snacks table. You were introduced to all the other boys there, most of whom you knew from school.

You smiled shyly at all of them, spending most of the time sitting on the folded chairs outside while nibbling on some fairy bread and praying your mum would come get you. Sam ran around with the boys all afternoon, leaving you all alone with your thoughts. As it turned out, you had gotten the wrong type of football for Sam. You felt guilty for rushing at the shops, but Sam had hid the disappointment well, even complimenting your handwriting.

As the day came to an end, you were joined by Isaac. He was a friend of Sam's from an outside sports league, but had forgotten his asthma puffer and had to call it after two hours of straight footy. You talked most of the afternoon, complaining about your random 10 year old problems. You couldn't help noticing the way Sam came to talk to you more when she noticed Isaac there.

She probably just felt bad, you thought.

October, 2007 - Perth, Australia

Things had blossomed with Isaac. You remained friends for a few years, which eventually grew into something more romantic. He was your first boyfriend, and unfortunately your first love.

You were both invited to a party up in the hills. He had begged you to go, having become engrossed in the rumours of cruisers and beers being supplied by who-fucking-care's older brother. You had little interest, but his incessant nagging was beginning to piss you off, so you agreed.

Unfortunately as you both matured, Isaac changed. He was egotistical and big-headed, busy with AFL and making crude comments when he thought you weren't listening. It was hard not to see him in a different light, but sometimes you were offered a small glimpse at the small, sweet boy who sat out of breath next to you at the party.

You tugged on the hem of the sort black dress you were wearing, trying desperately hard to pull it further down your thigh. Isaac suggested "something sexy" for the party, much to your disagreement. You relented, and were now regretting it as you faced the chilly atmosphere of Perth's spring. He showed little interest in you while you sat next to him in on the couch, only passing you a beer and whispering "don't be lame" in your ear. Safe to say, the party kinda sucked.

You considered telling him you were going out front for air, but the way he was basically eye-fucking Karen Davies made you think twice. You wandered outside with teary eyes, Corona bottle in your hand as you breezed through the crowd of sweaty teenagers.

"Y/N?"

You turned, face to face with... Sam? She was older now, with slightly longer hair down to her shoulders and dressed in an oversized hoodie. Why was she giving you butterflies?

"Hey Sam," your voice came, "Sorry, just getting some air."

"Mind if I join?"

You motioned wordlessly for her to follow, her hand placed lightly on the small of your back as you navigated the halls to the front yard. God, you were so glad she couldn't see the red hot blush that painted your cheeks.

The two of you found yourselves sitting on the curb, legs stretched lazily out into the street.

"So Isaac's a dick now, 'ey?"

It was so nonchalant that it barely seemed hostile, Sam just took another swig from her bottle, grumbling when she noticed it was empty.

"You also don't have to drink the rest of that, you know? Doesn't make you lame or whatever."

You silently passed her the bottle, expecting for her to just chuck in a bin when she passed one next. However, she downed it in one go.

"Dickhead! I thought you were gonna throw it out! What if I wanted that later?" You laughed, playfully attempting to shove her off the curb. She only giggled in response, lightly shoving you back.

"Hey, I never got to say thanks for that soccer ball all those years ago," she started, "I actually play now. Mum 'n dad made me stop AFL, all the guys are bigger than me. But I actually really like soccer, your ball was the one I first used." She looked almost embarrassed confessing it, a small blush spreading across her face.

"Oh god, I remember that. Sorry, I think I scribbled all over it."

"Nah, it's cute- It's cool, sorry. It's cool, I liked it." She stammered, getting what looked like progressively more and more red.

"What are you up to now?" She said, awkwardly trying to change the subject.

"Oh I dunno, not much. Studying a lot, really. Isaac's been so odd lately so it's usually just me... It'd be cool to be a doctor, I think."

She looked up, eyebrows raised.

"No way! I always knew you'd do something like that, you were such a teacher's pet in primary school... The smartest, most nerdiest one there." She was back to her playful teasing now, and you found yourself slightly wishing that she'd flirt like this more.

What about Isaac? Were you a bad person? Why was Sam making you feel like this? Your head was starting to spin aggressively, the alcohol taking it's toll on your slight, 15 year old self. Sam grabbed your arm, rushing to hold back your hair as you crawled over to a bush, puking all over it. You felt too sick to be embarrassed.

Most of what you remember was her putting you in a taxi and slipping her phone number in your pocket. The next morning, you made sure to find the little note and stick it to your wall, staring longingly at the message written on it.

"Let's be friends - Sammy K"

You also broke up with Isaac.

April, 2014 - Perth / New York City

Y/N Y/L/N: haha sorry, is this the right Sam?? :D

Samantha Kerr: no way, yeah! how r u

Y/N Y/L/N: good! i'm so sorry i never messaged u after that party :( my mum never let me get a phone

↳ i wanted facebook to find u

Samantha Kerr: heheh no worries, what time is it for u rn?

Y/N Y/L/N: it's 9pm LOL aren't u here??

Samantha Kerr: nopeee :p i'm in new york

↳ i play soccer here! well for a bit cos i have to go back and forth

Y/N Y/L/N: no way, that's so sick... i'm jelly. stuck studying rn

Samantha Kerr: u haven't changed

Y/N Y/L/N: didn't u call me "teacher's pet" >:)

↳ med is super fun tho... come see me for sport injuries

Samantha Kerr: ...

Samantha Kerr: how's Isaac?

Y/N Y/L/N: omg Isaac haha, long gone... not my type

Samantha Kerr: ur type... not dickheads i'm guessing?

Y/N Y/L/N: *men

Samantha Kerr: LOL hahahaha same

↳ welcome to the better side

Y/N Y/L/N: ^_^

↳ how's things for u???

Samantha Kerr: heh yea good, the team here is super sick. NY is cool, lots of weird stuff... and christmas is so cold. my gf from here tho so she always makes fun of my accent :DDD

Y/N Y/L/N: ohh cool srry didn't know u had a gf... met thru soccer??

Samantha Kerr: yeh, we play for the same team. she's awesome

↳ someone @ home for u?

Y/N Y/L/N: haha no :/ someone but i don't think it'll work out

Samantha Kerr: aw that sucks,,, don't give up tho

↳ we should hang when i'm back next!

Y/N Y/L/N: that would be cool. i'd like that!

December, 2016 - Perth, Australia

She was always on your mind, but could she say the same of you? You and Sam had gotten so much closer over the years, texting 24/7 when either of you had the chance. She was returning back for Christmas and you were on your way to pick her up from the airport, helping to surprise to her family.

You hadn't been able to date properly since that conversation with Sam on the curb. Nobody else made your heart skip a beat like she did, and you found yourself yearning to feel her touch once again, even if it was brief. You didn't care. You comforted her when she went through her first serious break up, and she would stay on call for hours while you broke down about the pressures of med school. It felt like there was something pulling the two of you together, and god, you hoped she felt it too.

Standing at the International Arrivals gate was nerve-racking. Every flurry of passengers sent your nerves flying, eyes anxiously darting from person to person as you picked at your nails in anticipation. You were so nervous, you almost missed her.

She was finally here.

Her short hair was tied back, and the dark rings under her eyes proved how drained she was from the flight. She lugged a large, black suitcase with her, looking around until her eyes met yours.

You both rushed forward. She engulfed you in a warm hug that felt like... home?

No words were shared as you stood there in each other's embrace.

The car ride to Sam's house was comfortably silent, but you couldn't help but notice how Sam's hand had come to rest on your leg as you drove. It felt like it was on fire, but she didn't acknowledge it, sunglasses over her eyes as she looked tiredly out her window.

You were probably just reading into things, Sam admitted once that she's a really touchy person. You didn't want to lead yourself on.

Sam's family had invited you inside for the celebrations, surrounding you with all sorts of questions about schooling and your life. In a quiet moment, it was just you and her mother alone on the couch. Her siblings and dad were outside chatting at the barbecue, with the two of you remaining inside to escape the heat.

"She loves you, you know," her mother said matter-of-factly, "you love her too."

"Excuse me? I swear I-"

"Oh, don't be silly." She replied, leaning to hold your hand.

"That girl looks at you like you hung the stars. I get so many calls of Y/N this... Y/N that... She's besotted."

"I- I don't know what to say," you said, holding back the tears that threatened to spill, "was it that obvious?"

"Oh, no no. Don't worry. Us mother's have a way with things. Don't think yours doesn't see it too."

You laughed, raising your head to meet your eye. She released your hands, patting you on the knee as she walked off at the same time Sam conveniently entered. Nice one, Roxy.

"God... do you remember that birthday party I had?" She laughed, coming to sit next to you. She stretched her arms over the top of the couch, her fingertips only inches from where you were currently resting.

"How could I forget? Hey guys, this is Y/N that doesn't play footy - isn't that how you introduced me?"

She just laughed at your mock offence, small apologies leaving her mouth as she reminisced.

"I mean, it wasn't a lie."

"Oh fuck off, Kerr." You shoved her lightly, watching as her hand came to her chest to feign offence. You both fell quiet, meeting each other's eyes in a once again comfortable silence.

"Why me?"

Sam looked taken aback, her eyes down as she searched for an answer.

"Why not you?" She said, looking up. You could tell the mood had shifted as her eyes met yours, a hint of vulnerability across her face.

"I think... I think I always knew it was you."

"Sam-"

"No," she spoke softly, her hand coming to hold yours, "Just let me finish?"

You nodded.

"I can't really explain it, but there's just this pull. It feels like I can't stay away, you know? We always found a way back to each other, even after all these years. It's just- It's just always you"

The tears that were threatening to spill finally did as you pulled her close. You could taste the salty tears that left both your eyes as your lips met hers, a soft kiss that felt like it lasted a lifetime. Her hands came to hold the sides of your face, deepening the kiss until you were gasping for breath. Reluctantly, you pulled away and rested your forehead against hers.

"I think I love you, Y/N."

"I think I love you too, Sam."

July 14th, 2020 - London to Perth

"Have you got your comfy shoes, babe?"

A small "fuck!" echoed from your shared bedroom as your girlfriend scrambled to fish her shoes out from whatever pile she had thrown them in. Standing by the door, you watched as she stumbled forward and pulled her socks on, almost knocking over several pot plants as she did so. At 3am in the morning, she was not exactly a vision of grace and elegance.

The two of you had bounced around countries as Sam switched clubs, settling in the UK as she signed a contact with Chelsea. Your medical degree allowed a job almost anywhere and so you quickly found work at a nearby children's hospital, much to Sam's delight.

At the moment though, you were saying goodbye to your London apartment as you jetted back to your hometown. As far as you knew, there was no specific reason to be returning home, with Sam citing homesickness. You thought it suspicious as she was there only two months ago, but never bothered questioning it. You both missed Australia and eventually planned on moving back, but for now you were happy living a busy life in the UK.

Sam always had a thing about planes, as you came to learn. She was ok when they were completely in the air, always able to distract herself with some form of tv or movie (or sleeping pills), but you could tell by the way her knee was bouncing that this time would be no different.

"Hey, it's alright", you said, palm reaching across to settle her, "we'll be ok, these things are freaky safe now."

"I know. Logically I know it's fine but I just... I can't help it"

You only sighed, kissing her cheek and taking her hand in yours. The safety video played on the screens in front of you as you pulled her head to your shoulder, stroking her hair. Her body relaxed into yours as her breathing steadied, and you could feel her racing heart start finally slowing down.

She was drowsy from the early wake up and easily fell into a peaceful slumber. You prayed for no turbulence, admiring the few freckles and lines that were littered across her perfect face. She needed the rest, having been so anxious about this trip and her upcoming tournaments that the stress had almost permanently darkened under her eyes.

With her hand in yours, you soon followed her in sleep.

July 17th, 2020 - Perth, Australia

"I need to shake off the jetlag, wanna go for a walk?"

You turned suddenly as she called from the bathroom, walking out and drying her hair.

"Mum said they redid the park up the road, good field for soccer... We can practice some more if you'd like?" She asked, almost nervously. You had requested Sam start teaching you more about the game; a role she took very seriously. She was showing you all the tricks she'd learnt, even trying her hardest not to laugh when you fell flat on your ass several times in a row.

The two of you set off just before golden hour, navigating the streets of Fremantle to the park. Sam's hand was in yours the whole time, the other holding the soccer ball close to her hip - she was being so protective other the goddamn thing.

"I'll stand here, we'll just go back and forth until you get your confidence up."

She was taking several steps back away from you, positioning the ball at her feet before kicking it towards you.

"You know this is the one you gave me, right?"

You kicked it back, reciprocating.

"God, you're such a sap... Love you for it, though." She only laughed, winking as she did so. Even after 4 years, she still made you blush like you were 15.

The both of you continued, going though the motions until Sam decided to give it a forceful kick, landing it far behind you.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"Sorry, love. Rules of the game; she who missed must go fetch."

"That's not even- Oh, whatever"

You ran off as Sam followed behind you - why was she moving from her spot? That's when you noticed it.

"Hey dummy, this isn't even the ball I gave you - I used black maker on mine." You jokingly shouted back, picking it up to hold it by your side. "Got some fangirl groupies to replace me, huh? Can't believe you thought I used red marker."

She stood a few metres away from you, a small smirk on her face.

"Why don't you read it then, genius?"

You looked down, confused. What was she playing at?

Marry me?

It was written neatly in red marker, a giant heart below it - just like the one you first gifted Sam at her party all those years ago. You looked up, only to be met with the sight of Sam on one knee in front of you, a small blue box in her hands.

"Well?"

She had tears in her eyes, but her smirk remained.

You were still speechless, the red words echoing in your brain. She wanted you to marry her. She wanted you to be her wife. You sank to your knees to be level with her, gently grabbing her face to pull her in for a kiss.

You could feel her smiling against your lips, sliding the ring on your finger wordlessly as your mouth met hers.

[polyamorousmood]

What do you do when you have a pretty strong crush on your coworker, you have reason to believe she likes you back, but you're both engaged and only your partner is somewhat open to polyamory

In my (completely non) professional opinion

You shut that shit down.

But you already know that, don't you? And you're looking for a different answer. And I'm not even in a position to judge.

So what I'll say instead is: your only other options are home wrecking and cheating -- are you okay with those?

If you already know her fiance isn't okay with polyamory, then it's already been discussed, and fiance said no. Maybe y'all could wheedle him into "trying it", I suppose. But how are you going to handle it if he tries it and then goes "yup, I was right, this isn't okay"?

You could try to talk to her, about "what if she's poly", and therefore "can she really be happy like this long-term". That is, to my thinking, a less fucked option. Hardly without its perils though; she or the fiance could hate your forever for (trying to) ruin their happiness, or she could break up with him because you're right and still be too much of a wreck to feel like dating you, or she does date you and the poly stuff is way too much (esp. on the heels of such a big breakup) and it all falls apart like Icarus's own wings. And then what? Would it have been worth it?

Will your fiance support these plans?

What about your coworkers? How will they react to you and her dating when you both publicly have fiances? Or are you going to try to keep it a secret?

If you don't have answers you like to these questions, it is unethical and unwise to encourage this. And your best bet, even though it hurts (and, fuck, it does hurt), is to start putting space between yourself and her. No more cutesy will-they-wont-they. No more carefully coordinating your breaks to align with hers. No more texting outside of work hours. No more whatever you're doing that makes it seem like she has a crush on you. Shut it down, board up the shop. If she asks, tell her why, but don't bring it up if she doesn't.

If you DO have answers that you like, and you're prepared to go through all that, well that's your life. 🤷‍♀️ You gotta let her know what she's signing on for, too, though. Or else you're a manipulative bastard.

I really do wish you the best though. This sounds very harsh, but it's not you're fault you're here. These things happen. It is your responsibility on how you handle it now, and I'm sure whatever you decide will be the best move for the position you're in. You will find happiness no matter what you choose, it's just a matter of how long the road is.

[oscconfessions]

the most frustrating part about Taco talk atm is not just that a ton of people are in a black or white mindset (even if they don’t realize it) but that they are not referencing outside of her, acknowledging a theme that some have recognized but haven’t like? connected the dots? between them? i guess? It’s the theme of how the mindset in realty shows show off the worst in people and ruins relationships. but if taco was the only instance of trying to work against that that would be pretty poor fucking theme.

why haven’t we mentioned Marshmallow recently? she literally left ii of her own volition because she noticed that very thing. and maybe not someone who connected it to the game itself, but Soap had a good point as well. She also noticed these themes happening in her team, and although she didn’t relate them to the game, it’s still important. and this is not mentioning the times we can see this theme unspoken, often with those who go along with it rather than against.

but Soap didn’t have the ability to do anything about it except her words. Marshmallow, nothing against her, really, but she just left without a word. Taco knows she’s antagonistic. Taco knows she can have leverage over people. Taco uses this semblance of power she believes she has to prove the very same point proactively. It is muddled up because of her antagonistic nature, yes, but it is the same. i’m sorry(/s) if she hurt your favorite characters feelings, or just your feeling alone. that’s not the point. her point was to show how the game changed them. she literally said so. how good you think she did- well that’s up to you- but Lightbulb did leave actively. in an environment where she felt uncomfortable and pressured and was TOLD that she can “win for her team!” despite how she feels, despite where she is mentally. in the beginning of tacos questioning you can literally take away: LB felt she had to win for her friends (as seen with PB, or she’d be a disappointment) but she felt she couldn’t do that. Tacos words rang true to Lightbulb.

Taco is antagonistic, yes. she knows and exemplifies that. Taco also partook in the theming, of ruining friendships and being a worse version of yourself, yes. she acknowledges that, she knows that. that may as well make her better for the part. as much as i’d like to address things unrelated/less related to theming on how i feel people are simplifying or straight up lying about Taco, i’ve easily gone on long enough. and frankly, i probably wont later. i am very tired of all of this ALREADY and it’s only been five days as of writing this. i guess the tldr is that taco and ii itself is morally grey, who knew?/s thank you for coming to my ted talk. -💥

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[kpopluvrsblog]

Say it again

pairing: idol!gunwook x idol!fem!Reader

genre: Angst + fluff, kinda suggestive at the end oops

a/n: BASED OFF OF MY DREAM. I have no idea who it was about but gunwook is cute so

“Everyone, we’re here!” Your manager shouts from the front of the bus, startling you awake. You look out the window to see the retreat you were staying at for the next 3 weeks. The house was modern styled with gigantic glass windows and acres of space surrounding.

You happily exit the bus with your members to meet the boys you would be collaborating with. It was none other than Zerobaseone. Making eye contact you all greet one another before smiling at gunwook. You guy’s were not official yet, but both of your groups knew of the chemistry between you two.

“hey y/n” gunwook smirks towards you before walking up next to you and rubbing your back. “gunwook” you teasingly respond back, a light blush coating your cheeks.

“Okay now that we’re all here you guys are allowed to check out the place! You have the rest of tonight free and recording starts tomorrow morning.” Your manager shouted once more before turning away to do his own thing.

“hey wookie! Wanna come check it out with me?!” Your member mina said as she made her way over to you two, reaching out to grab his arm and drag him away. It all happened so fast that you didn’t have time to react... but why the fuck was he willingly going with her??

You stand in place with your eyebrows furrowed, still confused about what just happened. “what the fuck was that? Does she know about you guys?!” You hear gyuvin say behind you, making his way to your side to lead you inside of the house.

“I dont know but apparently he doesn’t either” you respond dryly, watching them walk through the front door together.

“How do you feel about her whispering into his ear like that y/n…” gyuvin continued before getting smacked upside the head by hanbin.

“Not funny vin.” He said coldly now walking beside you guys.

You feel your heart start to clench at the thought. What the fuck is going on?

As you enter the door you hear mina’s annoying voice once more, ” this should be our room wook!”

As soon as you heard that you grabbed him by the arm, leading him back to the entrance.

“Hello? Why the fuck aren’t you saying anything to her?? Are you really going to sleep with her?” You say angrily with tears starting to line up against your waterline.

“What no!! baby I didn’t know what to do! she never gave me a chance to talk!” He sputtered out, scared of what this could lead to.

“SO? You could’ve pulled away gunwook! stop making excuses when you know she has a thing for you. And dont call me baby, we clearly aren’t a thing.” You respond, pulling yourself away from him and locking yourself in the room beside you before he could get a chance to retaliate.

You hear commotion outside of the bedroom as you hear hanbin dragging gunwook away and scolding him, along with the rest of your members yelling at mina for how she was acting. Throwing yourself on the bed, you finally let the tears fall. Feelings of betrayal and hate flowing through. How could he do this to you? Were all the late night talks and meaningful actions a joke?

You dont know how much time has passed before you hear a knock at your door. You didn’t even eat because you didn’t want to face anyone at the moment.

“y/n darling.” You hear hanbin softly say from the other side of the door. “Please let me in.”

Your lip quivers slightly at the caring tone before you pick yourself up and unlock the door for him. He barges through and immediately bear hugs you. “I’m so sorry” he starts.

“Gunwook knows he messed up y/n, He’s doing terrible right now and has been crying for the last few hours. He wont stop. He knows he hurt you but was scared at the situation and didn’t know if he should push her away or if he’d come off as mean.” He lets out with a sigh and tears brimming his eyes at how hurt you both were.

“binnie I dont know… It just hurt so much to see. I know we aren’t official or anything but I thought I meant more to him than that.” You respond, now letting yourself cry in his arms.

“you need to talk to him. This needs to get solved immediately. I know now might not be the time but mina is gone… something about some online scandals so the manager took her away, kinda funny” He says while you lightly smack him on the back, taking in all of the information.

“I’m getting him.” Hanbin quickly says and runs away before you can tell him no. Bringing back a devastated looking gunwook in less than 30 seconds.

He pushed gunwook into your room and shut the door quick. Just seeing gunwook in front of you causes the tears to rapidly fall again.

He gasps and quickly makes his way to grab you, holding your head to his chest. “y/n baby. I’m so sorry. I told myself I would protect you and here I am hurting you. Please I love you so much I can’t lose you now.” He hiccups, tears flowing down his cheeks.

Your face beats red at the sudden confession. “you…love me?” Is all you can get out from the shock.

“Oh. I didn’t mean to tell you like this im sorry I-“

You cut off his rambling by pressing a short kiss to his cheek. “Gunwook I believe you, I wont be able to forget about this but i’ll try my best. “ Rubbing the leftover tears away from your face. He stares down at you mouth agape before smiling and picking you up to place you on the bed. He lays you down on your back and holds himself above you on his forearms.

“I love you” Gunwook repeated looking into your eyes this time. “so fucking much that it scares me” He finished, eyes darting to look at your swollen plump lips.

You lean up a tiny bit to reach his lips and leave a lingering kiss before you both break out into smiles. He leans down to catch your lips, now moving them slowly against each other, tongue poking through your lips and leaving you breathless. You reach your hands to tangle in his hair as he grabs at your waist and thighs, wrapping them around him.

“I love you baby” you say between kisses making him smile against your lips.

“Say it again” gunwook says cheekily, lifting himself up to stare down at you.

“I said I love you gunwook” You roll your eyes as he flops down next to you and pulls your leg atop of him to cuddle to sleep, arms protectively wrapped around your back and thigh.

[rafedaddy01]

can we get a blurb where reader passes out at a party for having too much to drink and rafe comes to her aid and she tells rafe she loves him next day she wont remember, it can be fluff/angst? : )

I love you

Fem.reader x Rafe Cameron

Masterlist

A/n: I turned this into something a little longer than a blurb, I hope you don’t mind!

Warnings: none really, just some fluff and a cute love story of Rafe and reader ☺️

You stood in your room, closet open wide. It was midsummers in a few days and you were going with Rafe. Just as friends. You two agreed to not let a little kiss change anything between the two of you. It was a drunken mistake and you knew that, despite having deep feelings for him. Tonight was the bonfire and you wanted to look nice.

You picked out a pair of low rise jeans and a white cropped tee.

“Hey! You still want a ride tonight” you read the message from Rafe. Your heart filling with such love, that you of course had to push down. He couldn’t know, never! He didn’t feel the same.

You started typing a reply “yes please” he hearted the message.

“Be ready by 8?” You put a thumbs up on it and went back to getting ready.

Now a little back story on you and Rafe, the two of you had know each other since kindergarten. You shared your cookie with him and ever since then he’s been glued to your side. You’d brought him an extra cookie everyday until you both graduated high school. You fell in love with him once you started 9th grade. It was hard not too. He was perfect. He was kind. Which you quickly learned as the years went on that it was only in the presence of you. But once other girls started taking interest in him you stopped trying to get his attention. You didn’t stop being friends, but it was just different. You shielded yourself as to not get hurt. The kiss last week was a mistake. You were drunk and he had helped you get in bed safely, you just dove in. He didn’t pull back, instead he kissed you but after he acted weird.

“W-we shouldn’t have done that” he said looking at the ground.

“I-I’m sorry Rafe, it was my fault” you said as bile raised in your throat. You pushed past him and into the bathroom. Making it just in time. Spilling your guts over the toilet.

Rafes hand gently rubbed your back, encouraging you to get it all out. He was sweet. Despite you kissing him and throwing up after.

“There you go, cookie. Get it all out”

He prepared a warm wash cloth and cleaned your face as you slugged on the ground. “Thank you”

“Your welcome” he smiled as your eyes shut and you dozed off, in your vomit soaked pjs on the bathroom floor. He sighed as he took you in, smiling. He lifted you up and took your clothes off, changing you.

He took you to your bed and placed you under the covers. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Sleep tight, cookie” he whispered.

He slipped out of your room and in the morning you woke up with a raging headache and memories of your fuck up. You raced to the bathroom and threw up before slugging back on the ground. You realized Rafe had probably changed you as you were too drunk to do it yourself. Your cheeks grew hot at the thought of him having seen you naked. You shook it off and went back in your room, reaching for your phone. You weren’t sure if you should bring up the kids to Rafe. You vaguely remember him kissing you back, but he also said you shouldn’t have done that. You decided to message him a thank you for taking care of you, not bringing up the kiss.

Tonight, Rafe waited outside. 8pm sharp. Like he said. He circled the car to the passenger side as you walked out. Opening the door for you and gesturing you in. Your stomach couldn’t help but flutter at the action. It was so simple yet so intimate. Fuck girl minds for thinking into things too hard. You climbed into a truck and he shut the door as he circled back to the drivers, you reached for his handle and opened it for him as you always did. He smiled a thank you at you while climbing in and shitting his door. He looked over at you and kindly smiled before turning the key and starting his engine. You reached for your belt and buckled in as he did the same. He put the car in drive and drove to the beach. The drive was comfortably silent, the radio playing music in the background. He pulled into the parking lot and put the car in park as both of you unbuckled. He turned the engine off and climbed out of the car, coming to your side before you could open the door and escorting you out. You linked your arm around his and he helped you down.

Rafe was always a gentleman with you, so you tried to not think too much into his small gestures. T was just classic Rafe to you at this point. But your friends would always ask if something was going on.

“Thank you Rafe”

He nodded his head at you as you both reached the crowd “catch you later” he said. You nodded and you both went separate ways.

The two of you had different friend groups. You hung out with mostly pouges and a few kooks, Rafe hung out with the snobby kooks, like topper and kelce.

“What’s going on between you and Rafe?” Kie asked.

“What?” You laughed out. Her gaze held yours as JJ and John b crowded around. “Nothing” you said. Kie looked deeper into your eyes, her piercing gaze holding yours as her eyes narrowed. “Your lying” she said. “I am not.” You said turning to the boys. “Guys. Would you tell her she’s being ridiculous. Me and Rafe are just friends. Like I am with you two” JJ grasped his heart at the insult. “Ouch, princess” John b said. “Oh I didn’t mean it like that” you said rolling your eyes. Kies gaze never left yours. “Fine!” You said sighing. “T-there was.. a kiss” you said covering your face with your hands as she let out a laugh. “I knew it!” She said snapping her fingers. “It was nothing. I was drunk as he was taking care of me, like always, and I initiated it” you said holding a finger up before she could speak up. “Why don’t you guys bone already” JJ said, john b smacked him.

“Ow, what did I do?” He said scratching his head as we all laughed.

You met these guys when you started ninth grade, when you and Rafe sorta drifted. They have been with you ever since and they know everything about you.

“Okay, so you kissed him.. and?” Kie said interrupting the shenanigans of the boys. “Uh.. and… nothing” you said crossing your arms. “Did he kiss you back?” She said sitting down next to you. “I think- I was really drunk, but yeah. I think he did.”

Kie squealed as your lips curled into a smile. “So what happened after?” She asked. “Uh..” you didn’t know what to say.

“After… he told me we shouldn’t have done that and then I threw up” the boys both groaned as kie frowned. “Ouch, princess” JJ said taking the seat on the opposite side of you.

“It’s fine, really” you tried not to tear up. These guys knew how much you loved Rafe, and they could see he loved you, something was stopping him.

JJ quickly cracked open a beer and handed it to you “here princess, drink this. You’ll feel better” he gave you his signature cocky smirk making you nudge him playfully as you took the drink from him and drank. The rest of the night was spent with laugher and drinks. So many drinks that you were drunk again. But you didn’t care, it felt nice to numb the pain.

You spotted Rafe “rafey” you slurred.

“Y/n?” He looked at you confused.

“There you- hiccup- you are” you poked his chest.

“Here I am” he said laughing as he took in your giggly behavior.

You stood up straight in front of him. Arms on your hips as you looked at his attire. He had on a black t-shirt with black jeans. His wrist covered in a beaded bracelet and a gold ring on one finger. You could drool from how good he looked.

“Y/n?” He cleared his throat.

“Mmm?” You looked up from his fingers.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concern washed over his face.

“She’s fine!” Kie said coming up behind you.

“We should really get going” she told Rafe.

“Uh- do you need a ride home?” He asked, coming in front of us as kie had turned us away.

Kie shook her head and pulled you away before he could protest and before you did something stupid. She was such a good friend. You hummed as kie continued dragging you back to the boys. You stopped and covered your mouth as you rushed off and threw up in the sand. Kie came up behind you and rubbed your back, holding your hair up. You finished as she helped you up, carrying you back to the boys. She set you down on the log and handed you some water.

The fire around you died down and the boys and kie cleaned up the beer cans as you lay on the log watching the fire dim. Your mind races of what could have been if kie didn’t stop you.

“Time to go home” kie says rubbing your back. She helps you up and all four of you walk to the Twinkie.

“Thanks guys” you say as John b pulls up to your house.

“Good night” they all say in unison

You walk up to your porch, still a little drunk, stinking up the stairs and holding onto the railing for support. You forgot to turn on the light outside before you left so it was dark as all hell. You reached for your keys and scanned for them in the pitch night. You dropped them and with a heavy sigh you sat down and rested your head on the wall. You took in a few deep breaths as you reached for your phone. The screen lit up and you read the messages. Rafe asking if your okay, if you made it home, why you were acting so weird, why you didn’t ride back with him, how worried he was, and lastly that he was coming over.

“Need some help?” His voice altered you of his presence as he flashed his phone flash light down on you.

Rafe chuckled and bent down to pick up your keys, unlocking your house for you and lifting you up and bringing you inside. “There you go”

You were more sober than when you saw him on the beach, but you still had some alcohol in your system. You slung a arm around his shoulder as he smirked at you, he lifted you bridal style and carried you up the stairs. He reached your room and set you down on the bed. You yawned as you stretched on the bed like a cat, Rafe bringing you some water and Advils for you to take in the morning. He set it on your nightstand as turned around to walk off. Your hand reached out for his. He stopped in his tracks, turning his head slightly.

Neither of you had to say anything. Your smile was enough to let him know you were asking him to stay. He kicked his shoes off and laid down behind you. He placed an arm on your hip, you yanked it up and cuddle one of his massive arms, pulling him closer to you. He chuckled as he scooted closer to your back. It was awkward. Everything was after that kiss. That damned kiss. You never should have done it. Rafe and you have cuddle before without it being weird, and now he’s afraid to touch you. You wanted to turn around and talk about it, but your eyes betrayed you as you let his sandalwood smell engulf you and your eyelids suddenly felt heavy, a long yawn coming from you and you were out like a light from his warm body.

Rafe lie there listening to your steady breathing. “I love you y/n, always have, always will” he whispered as he kissed the side of your face.

“Good morning” Rafe said as you opened your eyes and hissed at the sunlight.

Rafe threw his head back in laughter, “here. Drink this” he gave you the advil and water.

You took it and gulped the cool water down “you’re the best” you wiped your mouth and set the cup down.

He clapped his hands and jumped out of bed, your hands going over your ears at his chirpiness, “up up, we gotta get you some breakfast”

“No” you grumbled out, covering your face

He pulled back the covers and you groaned as the warmth escaped. You were ready to rip him a new one until he hot you his sweet smile.

“Come on cookie, up” he clapped his hands and walked out of the room. What an asshole, you rolled your eyes and pushed yourself out of bed, realizing you still had your clothes on from yesterday you changed. You put on some sweats and a hoodie to keep you warm.

You walked downstairs into the kitchen. “What are you doing?” You asked Rafe.

Rafe smiled as he prepared some breakfast for the both of you. Plating your eggs and bacon and putting a piece of toast by the two. He made some coffee and handed it all to you.

“Eat” he said as he played his own food and began to dig in. You felt sick to your stomach out you knew you had to eat. “Thank you” you murmured as you dug in. The kitchen was silent as both of you ate, but it wasn’t awkward.

You cleared your plate and Rafe his, he stood up and gathered the plates. He started washing up as you smiled at him, thanking him and plopping down on the couch. Rafe finished washing up and came to sit on the couch near you. The two of you deciding on a movie and watching together. He placed your feet on his lap, like he always does and rubbed your thighs.

The movie ended and the rafe turned to see you fast asleep. He laughed to himself and stood up.

He was careful not to wake up as he placed your feet on the couch and reached for a blanket, covering your body and tucking you in. He leaned down a placed a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m in love with you cookie” he whispered before grabbing his keys and wallet, leaving.

You woke up a few hours later, stretching out on the couch and yawing. You scanned the room but Rafe was nowhere to be found. You shrugged, figuring he might have left. You went to the kitchen and fixed yourself something to eat. You opened a bottle of wine and had a couple glasses as you sat on the couch with your dinner, watching a movie. You finished your food and movie and decided to scroll through your instagram, your phone dinged and you opened your messages with Rafe. He asked about midsummer tomorrow. Shit. You completely forgot about that. You answered him what dress you were wearing so he could match and get you a corsage. He sent a smiley face back and you shut your phone off, deciding to call it an early night.

Morning came around as you picked yourself out of bed, you had a few hours until midsummers so you lounged around the house until you had to get ready. you tried to pass the time by alternating between the tv and your phone.

“Be ready by 6:30” Rafes message read. You replied and went to get ready.

You pulled out the light blue satin dress with an exposed back and slipped it on.

You decided to curl your hair, letting it flow down.

You did some light makeup, adding blue eyeshadow to match your dress and a winged liner. You applied lip gloss and slipped into your white platform heels just as 6:30 rolled around.

The door bell ring and you rushed downstairs, opening the door to Rafe.

He blinked and shook his head, clearly taken aback. “Holy shit” he whistled. You giggled and playfully nudged his shoulder.

“You look-“ he started. “Hot?” You asked winking at him. “I was gonna say beautiful, but yes. You look hot” he said laughing. He presented to you a box with baby blue flowers. Opening it he removed the flowers and wrapped the white band around your wrist. He guided the two of you outside to his car. He stopped the the passenger door and put both his hands on your shoulders.

He stared intently into your eyes. Almost like he was staring into your soul with his, bounding them together. There was a glint of something in his eyes, something you had never seen before. Your smile started to reside as his gaze grew stronger. Your face washed with concern as you scrunched your eyebrows and scanned his face. You could tell he was trying to tell you something but he was fearful of the consequences. He was holding himself back. Oh and how he wanted to just let go and confess everything to you, to release himself to you, giving into his feelings. But knowing Rafe that’s one thing he can’t do, feelings. No matter how badly he wants too.

“I just wanted to say thank you, for coming with me tonight. It means a lot to my family.” He smiled.

His hand reached for the door and gestured you in.

You nodded your head in a thank you and climbed in. He shut the door and went to the drivers side, pulling himself in.

“Ready?” He beamed at you. You nodded, shooting him a smile as he started the engine.

You settled into the seat. Your mind racing of the encounter earlier. You couldn’t help but think that Rafe wanted to say more. You looked over at him, his fingers tapping the steering wheel to the best of the music softly playing.

You figured if it was something important he’d tell you in time. You weren’t gonna both him about it. You turned up the music and starting singing.

Rafe glanced at you and smiled warm-heartedly as he joined you in a duet. The two of you laughing as the song finished just in time, Rafe pulling up to the venue and parking.

“Ready” he wiggled his eyebrows at you as he climbed out of his truck. He came around to your side and helped you out. Placing his hand on the small of you back as he led you.

You made a grand entrance with his family as they were the main guest of the event.

“Y/n! Thank you for joining” rose beamed at you.

“Of course!” You said as you engulfed her hug. Kissing her cheek as she pulled away. “You look beautiful dear” she said squeezing you arm as she shot you a smile. Rafes family always loved you and you them.

“Let’s dance?” Rafe said pulling you to the dance floor before you could protest.

A slow song played and he pulled you closer as he led your movements. It was nice. Like old times. No interruptions, no awkwardness. Just peace. And content as he held you and swayed to the beat. The music changed and he swung you out and you giggled at his dance moves.

“Drink?” The waiter came by with a tray of champagne glasses.

“Thank you” you said as you took two, one for Rafe and the other you brought to your lips.

The rest of the night went on as ward gathered the crowd for a toast. “Thank you everyone for joining us tonight” he said easing a glass. Everyone murmuring and taking a sip of their drinks.

“As you know, my son Rafe-“ he ushered rafe to come up “will be taking over the family business. And I’m proud to say that he will be head chairman of our company.” He landed a grip to Rafes shoulder which made him tense up. Ward was always so hard on rafe, making him feel like he was not good enough to be his son and one day ceo of his business. But these last few years Rafe as tried to get it together to finally make his father proud. “No distractions, son” ward whispered in Rafes ear as his gaze feel to your smiling face. Rafe nodded and looked away.

You were about to walk up to him and congratulate him when a few business men stepped in your way and started talking to Rafe and ward. Your eyes fell to the ground as you made way to the bar, ordering some stronger drinks to numb the pain, again. Rafe kept getting stopped by people congratulating him.

A few hours later he came up to you at the bar. “How you doing cookie?” He asked leaning on the counter. “Rafey!” You said in your drunken slur, this was beginning to be a problem. He chuckled and shook his head.

“Looks like your having fun!” He laughed. “Oh rafey, have a drink! We have to celebrate” you said telling the bartender two more drinks.

“Why didn’t you tell me! Congrats dude! That’s big fucking news”

“Thank you”

“So! How does it feel to finally have your dads approval?” You asked soothingly, knowing that was a sensitive subject for him. “Ah, it feels uh feels good” he said taking the drink from the bartender.

“I told you you’d do it one day, you just had to believe “ you smiled at him.

“Now look at you! Head of a fucking company” you said slapping his upper arm.

He grinned as he stared down at the drink in his hand. “At what cost” he said under his breath, as for you not to hear. Which your little drunk self of course did not.

“Ooo rafe, I love this song let’s dance” you said tugging him by the arm as a upbeat song played

“Yes ma’am” he joked as you stumbled through the dance floor. He grinned as he watched you dance. You looked fucking breath taking and it took everything in him not to kiss you, to feel your lips brush his once again.

“I think it’s time I take you home” he chuckled as your moves got a bit provocative and earned some glances from the elder people, this was midsummers after all. “Aww, do we really have to go?” You pouted at him.

“One more drink and then..” you said going to the bar before he could stop you.

He sighed and came up to you. He removed his jacket and covered your shoulders as you sipped through your straw.

Sucking until all the liquid was gone.

“Ready?” He asked.

You nodded and reached out to his extending hand. Your weight collapsed in his arms as he carried you to his truck. ”son, where do you think your going” ward said. “Relax dad, I’m just taking her home” he assured his father.

You barley registered their conversation as you were too drunk to even stand at this moment. Ward gave Rafe a stern look which Rafe brushed off and led you to the back seat of his car.

“Come on, up you go” he said lifting you in the car.

“Mmm” you hummed as your cheek came in contact with the cold leather seat.

“Thank you rafey” you slurred as your eyes fluttered shut.

“No problem, cookie” he whispered as he watched you for a second before closing the door and getting in the drivers seat. He started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.

“We’re here” he said turning his head to you sleeping.

He smiled to himself. He sighed contently and climbed out of the truck, rounding to the back seat. He carefully lifted you up and held you bridal style. Rafe always had a spare key to your house in case of an emergency so he shimmed it out of his pocket, bringing because he figured you’d be to drunk tonight, he stuck it in the door and opened it as he led you in and up the stairs. He carried you into your room and laid you down on the bed, you were still sound asleep. He opened your drawer and pulled out some fresh pjs. He pulled your dress off, still careful to not to wake you, he noticed that you weren’t wearing a bra and quickly averted his eyes. Looking at you like that while you were passed out felt wrong to him.

Although it didn’t feel wrong down below, hello!

He put his manly desire aside for the moment.

He grabbed your pj top and slid it over your body, doing the same with the bottoms.

He grabbed some makeup wipes from the bathroom and carefully removed your makeup.

He pulled the covers over you and kissed your forehead, making you stir awake. Your eyes fluttered opened to see him above you.

“Rafe?” You questioned you voice dry. “It’s me cookie” he said giving you some water. “Thank you” you said still slurring. He smiled as he let your hair. “W-will you stay with me tonight?” You asked so sweetly how could he refuse.

Rafe immediately removed his shoes and tux jacket. He claimed in behind you, but you turned around to face him. He placed a hand on your waist and watched as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Rafe” you mumbled your eyes still closed.

“Yes, cookie?” He asked. There was a silence for a moment before you spoke up again. “I don’t care if I shouldn’t say this, I’m too drunk anyway to remember, but I love you. I’m in love with you.” Your eyes flutter opened as you scanned his features. He smiled as he leaned his forehead on yours.

“I love you too” he finally said. His hand came to caress your face as his lips curved to fall on yours. All the rage he felt of his fathers disapproval gone in the presence of his cookie, his love.

“I always have..” he confessed. “Ever since you shared your dessert with me in grade school.” His confession left you confused.

“W-why haven’t you said anything” you said bribing a hand to play with his hair.

“I- I wanted too. I really did. But my dad. The company. He wanted me sharp. He told me to stay away from you in high school, of course I didn’t listen, but I do feel like we drifted and I feel like shit for that. When you kissed me that one night i wanted to confess everything!” He said.

“I-I can’t believe this!” You said getting sober by the second. He smiled as he chased your lips with his once more.

“Cookie” he said

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you for” he beamed, his smile visible in the dark.

“Now you can” you said grasping the back of his neck and pulling him in, holding him tight and never letting go.

@v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings

[aegoneggon]

could you write a quick summary of what’s shown in the leaks for those of us who don’t have tik tok access 😞😞

Yes

Helaena and Alicent are talking. Helaena doesnt understand why the small folk hate them and Alicent tells her that unhappy people look for someone to hate. Alicent then offers her acup of tea (moon tea????????? we don't see her drink it tho) Helaena says she was happier before she was queen and then Alicent asks her how she would feel about leaving KL and Helaena considers it before asshole Aemond barged in the room. Aemond says he needs Helaena to fly with dreamfyre /to battle/ and helaena refuses saying she wont burn anyone. Aemond then grabs her by the wrist in a super aggressive way and starts leading her. Alicent pulls him off her and aemond says something about how this is the consequence of alicent's weakness lol alicent says that helaena is the most gentle and deserving of protection and that aemond shouldn't corrupt her. aemond seems annoyed and then leaves. The next scene is alicent asking orwyle if could help her get passage to somewhere.

Alicent has a scene where she goes to dragonstone and confronts rhaenyra [again]. i honestly couldn't make out a lot of the dialogue because the clips are super super super silent but alicent essentially says that aegon still heeds her and she could maybe convince him to bend the knee to rhaenyra and rhaenyra says that isn't good enough and she would have to take his head (she doesn't sound thrilled tho shes just being honest). it seems that the talk goes no where and alicent leaves.

Aemond and helaena have a scene outside. this time he's a lot more calm and he's def trying to sweet talk her. he says that they share the same blood and he understands she doesn't want to hurt anyone he says alicent isn't a dragonrider so she doesn't understand/know what shes talking about. he tries to convince her to go with him to harrenhal. she says "and if I refuse? will you burn me as you did aegon?" GAG! he doesn't react and says she is lying. she replies that she saw him do it. "you burned him. and you let him fall." he says that what she says is treason lol. Helaena says that Aegon will be king again and he will have a throne of wood and that aemond will be dead and swallowed up by the gods eye. aemond responds by saying "I could have you killed..." and helaena says it wont change anything.

another scene shows aemond watching a burning castle/village while on vhagar. he seems pleased about it. he flies vhagar closer as we hear the screams of the people being burned :/

next scene is aegon in bed. he talks to orwyle and tells him that he is a good man. aegon takes a sippy sippy of some milk of the poppy before larys comes in. larys tells aegon they must leave KL and aegon seems confused. larys says that rhaerhae has more dragonriders now and larys says aemond challenged one of the riders but was rebuffed. aegon says that his brother deserves no less lol larys says aemond is now laying waste to a town and aegon calls him a fucking mad cunt OMEGALOL aegon asks what was the fucking point of all this and that he is the king so why must he run? larys says aemond is going to kill aegon because he is angry and out of control and that is why they must leave. aegon seems sad by this info but wants to go to his throne in hopes he can push aemond out of being regent and he wants to take aemond prisoner. larys says what will he do when rhaenyra comes to KL with 7 dragons and no vhagar. larys says that when he moved harrenhals gold he left some in braavos and that is where they should go....lol aegon is like wtf? you want me to go live with the goatfuckers? (his words not mine) larys says its better to /live/ and aegon says "is it? my dragon is dead. i am burned and disgusting. and alone. and I'm a cripple." larys tells him he isn't alone. aegon says that his cock is destroyed lol and larys ignores that and goes back to talking about aemond he says let aemond and rhaenyra destroy themselves and then he and aegon can return and the smallfolk will rise up to meet them (lolwhat?) aegon goes back to talking about his dick and how he cant even piss properly now poor guy. larys tries to keep him on task and says people will hail their returning king, his fathers /true/ heir Aegon the Victorious, risen from the ashes. Aegon the Peacmaker. Aegon the ReBuilder. Aegon says "Aegon the Realms Delight..." I LOLED

let me know if you want the rest I think this is the bulk of the TG scenes I've seen so far.

[sankttealeaf]

putting rue's letters she wrote to gale and gortash under the cut because idk where else to post them but the world has to read them too

i doubt theres any way to include them in the main fic because a) gale wont read his because rue is alive and b) gortash thinks its another taunt from orin and also won't read his

stupid men.

Gale, my love.

Please know there is nothing you could have done to change my mind.

With each day that passes I feel worse and worse with myself and you deserve something better than I can give right now. I’ve not been honest with you and the guilt is eating me alive, though I know it will be nothing compared to the hatred you will feel for me. I tried, countless times, to speak to you about this in person but my words get tangled in my throat and I end up pretending everything’s okay.

Everything is awful.

Since arriving in the city, since meeting Gortash, since getting a place here at the Elfsong I have lied to you every single day. You may already know, in fact I think you’re smart enough to have found out somehow.

I’ve been meeting with Gortash in secret. It started as a desperate attempt to regain my past but as each night went by and he told me less and less I realised I was going to him for other reasons. We’ve kissed. That’s the furthest we ever went. I need you to know this.

I’m going to finish this. By the time you’ve read this, there’s a high chance I may be dead. I want to end Orin, to destroy the temple of Bhaal and renounce my blood but I know that I will most likely not survive the outcome.

I love you. I really do. I think you were the first person I’ve ever said those words to. Love doesn’t sit well within me but with you it’s as easy as breathing. You were the best part of all of this and I’m glad fate fucked me so we could meet. You were the kindest person to me despite everything wrong in my blood and I have never felt hope as strongly as I have when I’m with you. I wish things were different. I would have loved going to Waterdeep with you, to meet Tara properly, to meet your mother, to have a nice life away from all this. There’s no soft endings for people like me. I understand that now.

And I’m sorry it has to end this way.

All my love,

Rue.

Gortash.

One day, you will die. Not by my hand, but by someone else’s who deserves to get their vengeance on the cruelties you put them through. If I could I would throw you to the masses for them to rip and tear into you but even then I think that death is too kind.

I didn't plan on writing this, nor am I entirely sure what I’m supposed to say. What do you say to someone you can’t ever remember loving? I truly believe she loved you. Rumour, that is. We both know we aren’t the same person anymore and it’s easier to think about her as a separate entity. Maybe that’s how I cope with what I’ve done. What we’ve done.

I think she loved you in such a way that it hurts me to see you go. Which is why I won’t be there. The thought of you dying kills me but I know I’m not supposed to feel like that. We were to die in each other’s arms when the whole world took its last breath. I can’t see you die before then.

I’m confronting Orin. Part of me knows that whatever happens, one of us will die. Maybe it will be me. Maybe this time she’ll finish the job. Or maybe Bhaal despises us both so much he plucks the blood from our bodies and kills us both. I’m fine with either.

I’m fine with death. A world with such kindness in it isn’t made for cruel hands like mine. I think I understand that now. I can only be forgiven if I leave this plane and that’s what I’m doing.

If our gods allow it, I would like to wait for you. Perhaps we can reconnect after death. You said that we will always find each other and I hope that whatever comes next for me, I will find you again. Maybe I’ll be a bird that nests outside your window. Maybe then I’ll finally feel free.

Enver. You were her friend. She did love you. I need you to know that. I’m sorry it’s come down to this. There’s no other way.

Forgive me.

Rue.

[vanilladrpepper]

Heya! 2, 7, and 8 for Wolfwood

HIHIHIHIHIHI SPOILERS AHEAD

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

freed birddddddd. freed birdddd.

^ thats a short catchall i wont lie bc theres so much to discuss that i love abt him in canon like . the details oaughg the intricacies im an insane man . but my number 1 thing that encapsulates what i adore about him in canon is the freed bird extra bc it provides a look into his past thats been (mostly iirc) just alluded to prior to it, and it allows him a moment to interact with someone younger than him and with someone that he took care of and on top of that its in the time (i think) after he defected from the eom, when he was still rough as can be and purely focused on survival. so its a nice contrast with the following volumes that showcase wolfwoods latter development and its just . its so good. i constantly think about the . the panel about the luxurious cage wait let me get it

screenshots from trigun-manga-overhaul

the chapter in and of itself perfectly encapsulates wolfwoods faults and strengths when it comes to his worldview and its technically one of the first times someone challenges his worldview head on - maylene doesnt lay down and take the easy way out, the safe way out, while wolfwood sees it as the only way for her to go - because anything else is too much of a risk and ultimately hes got a bleeding heart. even in the midst of a gunfight, maylene stands her ground, not caring for wolfwoods idea of safety over happiness, regardless of how he came to have that idea. its also a classic showing of how different things couldve turned out - if wolfwood had been adopted out like maylene, would he have retained his worldview? would he have instead agreed more with maylene? if maylene had dealt with the eom, would she have more of a pessimistic worldview?

regardless of that - another huge thing i adore about the chapter is the bird metaphors that get attached to wolfwood, where up until now its not too obvious, not too crazy - but the chapter posits the question to both the reader and wolfwood - is it worth sacrificing your autonomy for safety? is it better to risk your life to be free of any outside control? is it better to hurt and trip and fall or to stay inside a bubble where you could suffocate at any point? i adore it sm hes so ajkbvhjfdbvjhdbv

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

I ADOREEEEEE WHEN PPL GIVE HIM SOME HEALTHY WEIGHT. GIVE HIM A TUMMY RIGHT NEOWWWWWW !!!!! LOVE HIM BUT PLEASE NIGHTOW PUT SOME MEAT ON HIS BONES . also i love when ppl give him long hair <3 literally THEEEEE wolfwood design choice everrrrrr .

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

i hateeee when ppl make him suave and smooth all the time and like. a heartbreaker etc bc ill be honest it is notttt realistic to him. hes a fucking loser . PLEASE he can have his moments from time to time but for the comedic effect - immediately have him fuck up somehow. he pulls off one good one liner and then runs into a streetlight in the parking lot or eats sand and wipes the fuck out. what brings to mind is a scene from trimax;

this one from volume 10. literally pages before he drops dead and seconds after he says this:

like i get wanting to write just serious shit (because lbr trigun especially trimax lends itself to leaning into serious shit heavily) but when it comes to fanworks, wolfwood is often made to be just . a little too serious if ykwim. like in some fanworks his stuff lands too often to make sense for his character. let him be a failman loserguy for a second <3

another thing i despise. the weird microaggressions and weird racism around how some people portray his character in fanworks and fanon - specifically in reference to making him like. ungodly aggressive or like. making it weird as hell :sob: pisses me off for real like please just write him normally im begging oh my god

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Lockwood & Co. X Fem!Reader:- Incorrect quotes pt.3

*The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword* George: Rude. Y/n: That's fair. Anthony: Not again. Lucy: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it? 

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Lucy: Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as Y/n? Anthony: Have you ever played a game with Y/n? Lucy: No… Anthony: Have you ever been trapped in a tomb with a Type 3? *Meanwhile, on the other side of the field* Y/n, chasing George: I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!!!!

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Anthony: So Y/n was just using me? Lucy, new to the Anthony-Y/n bullshit: I’m sorry, Anthony. George, trying to contain his sarcasm: You must feel pretty stupid right now. Anthony: Lucy, slightly concerned, reaching for the tea: Ok, that’s a time-out. George: No, you don't know the story, it's funny- Lucy: Go sit over there! George: *walks away in defeat*

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Y/n: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel. Lucy: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel. Anthony: A realist sees a freight train. George: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.

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Y/n: I want to kiss you. Anthony, not paying attention: What? Y/n: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

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Anthony: Where the devil is Y/n? Lucy: Well, it is raining outside... Maybe she melted? George: Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?

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Lucy, finally getting along with Y/n: You guys worried about Y/n? George, concerned for both his friends but loving the fun: Totally. Anthony, after a fight with Y/n: Yeah, she called me in the middle of the night and just yelled, "what do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?" Lucy: And what'd you say? Anthony: "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno." George: Lucy: She's lucky to have you as a boyfriend.

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Anthony: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong? Y/n: Strong. Lucy: Weak. George: An idiot, is what you are.

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Anthony: Are you ready to commit? Y/n, on the run in 26 countries: Like, a crime or a relationship?

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Y/n: I can't take this anymore, someone needs to take me out! Anthony, ready to do both: In a dating type of way, or an assassination type of way? Y/n, wants both: I don't know, surprise me!

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Y/n: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response. Anthony: Wow. They sound stupid. Y/n: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense. Anthony: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!” Y/n: I guess you’re right. Hey Anthony, I love you. Anthony: See! Just say that! Y/n: Holy fucking shit. Anthony: If that flies over their head then, sorry Y/n, but they're too dumb for you. Y/n: Anthony.

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Y/n, throwing her head into Anthony's lap: Tell me I'm pretty! Anthony, lovingly stroking her hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

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Y/n on their second time meeting: *angrily presses Anthony against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?! Anthony: ... Anthony, messed up a little: Are we about to kiss-

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George: Why don’t you go talk to her? That's why I introduced the two of you. Anthony, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure. George: What? So you tell her she's cute, what’s the worst that could happen? Anthony: She could hear me.