#anyways i like making comparison gifs like this but i wonder sometimes if these would work better in a short video format

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Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance Items - Drop-Me-Not + Drop-Me-Never

#kingdom hearts dream drop distance #khddd #riku #my gif #they're not too different from one another but it's still something i wanted to see side by side #i noticed that items always take the appearance of a star when the player uses them. regardless if it's a potion or ether or anything else #you can see it just as he tosses it in the air #i've seen this in three different games so maybe it's consistent through all of them? i'll have to check #anyways i like making comparison gifs like this but i wonder sometimes if these would work better in a short video format #because they also have unique sound effects which obviously can't be captured through gifs. i just love the sound design of these games #idc if i'm part of the five and a half people on earth who care about what the items SOUND like. i think it's cool! i'm built different

[writeforfandoms]

Who Wants To Live Forever

Find my Ghost masterlist

It doesn't matter how many lives you've lived, you always find your way back to him.

The reincarnation au nobody asked for and my plot bunnies yeeted at me anyway! I have a lot of thoughts about this one that didn't make it into the fic. Like. A Lot.

Warnings: Swearing, past violence, blood, injury mention, canon typical violence, idiots in love, this is just for fun, I wrote this for me but you can read it too.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Word count: 2.9k

The dreams started when you were small. Your parents at first attributed them to an overactive imagination and too much television. 

But as you got older and the dreams didn't go away, you wondered. Your parents got squirrelly about them, started muttering about things like psychiatrists and not normal and worried. 

So you stopped mentioning them. Pretended you didn't dream at all most nights. 

Reality couldn't be farther from the truth. 

You dreamed. Every single night. In some you were part of a village, living a harsh life by the sea. The men would go off to hunt and raid, and the women stayed behind to mind the village and raise the children. Those dreams always left you cold. Even in those dreams, though, dream-you noticed the beauty, the way sunlight glinted off snow, the magical lights in the sky, the blue of the sky after a storm. 

Some nights you dreamed of being a nurse, tending wounded soldiers in tents and buildings. Those dreams were always full of screaming and crying and horrors. Men wheezing, coughing up blood. Limbs shattered and mangled beyond repair. A stench like you couldn't describe. But there were little moments, moments of kindness. Holding a man's hand to comfort him through his last breaths. The way the sunrise broke through some of the haze of pain surrounding those places. The way a doctor or fellow nurse would sometimes thank you, buy you a drink, share scant meals with you. 

Sometimes you were a school teacher in a rural village, gently scolding children and keeping watch as they frollicked at break times. Those dreams were full of small joys. A flower one of your students brought you, bashful smile blooming into a grin at your thanks. Sunsets from the comfort of home. Warm meals at the table, often shared. With him.

He was a constant presence. Through all of your dreams, all of those times, he was always to be found. He didn't always look the same - skin tone changed, hair color changed. But you always knew him by those brown eyes. 

Sometimes the two of you married. Sometimes he was married before you met him. Sometimes you were married first. But you always, always found each other. In every time. In every life. 

By the time you were out of school, you had notebooks dedicated to your dreams, to the times, to the man. You kept them hidden away, for your eyes only. Just as a way to help you keep everything straight. 

As more time passed, you became more and more sure that these were glimpses into the past. Your past. Past lives, you'd guess. From the way the dreams felt… it always felt like you. No matter how many times you put pen to paper, you could never accurately describe why. 

But you knew. They were all you.

And they were all him. 

Which made you wonder… when would you find him in this life? You'd found him in almost all of the others. It seemed reasonable that you'd find him again. 

(Nevermind that you had no name, no description, no way of knowing what he'd look like or where he'd be.) 

Knowing that he was out there somewhere made it easy to bury yourself in work. Oh, sure, you had friends. People who knew you. You were well-liked at work, known to get things done. 

But you didn't date. You didn't look for people who weren't him. 

Everyone else, you knew, would pale in comparison. 

All the lives accumulated in your head did make it hard to relate. It was easier, sometimes, to sort of… float through life. You knew what was expected of you. You'd known people from every walk of life, just about. You knew a lot about people, could do well in social situations without working at it. 

But it did make for a rather lonely life. 

You started dreaming of him more often. Of the times the two of you lived together. Of the long talks the two of you had. Of the walks, along the sea, along a grass-lined lane, along a lake. Of the times he was just out of reach, your eyes meeting again and again through crowds and dinners and company. 

Of the time he died in your arms, blood staining the both of you. 

You were tired when you got on the train. This was just a little holiday to a new place. 

Or. Well. You hadn't been here in this lifetime, at least. 

It was busier than you remembered the area being, more built up. Your lips twitched - that's what happened over time, after all. 

Nothing stayed the same for long. 

You didn't pay any mind to the people around you as you walked, taking your time. You didn't mind walking to your hotel from the train station. Gave you a better chance to look around and plan where you wanted to go later. 

Your eyes met brown through a coffee shop window.

You froze. You knew those eyes. You knew those eyes. 

He blinked, just once. You couldn't look away. 

The noise of the coffee shop finally registered when you stopped in front of his table, the chinking of mugs and flatware, the hiss of the machines, the babble of unimportant voices. 

“Hi.” You were a little surprised at your own voice, quiet and a little awed. 

He eyed you, black face mask obscuring most of his expression. For a moment your heart plummeted. Maybe he didn't recognize you? Maybe… he didn't remember? 

Then his lips twitched. 

“Took you long enough.” 

“Took me long enough?” You tried for outrage but probably fell short, humor and elation buoying your heart. “And what about you, hmm?” 

“Been busy.” He nodded to the seat across from him, and you could just see the corners of his eyes crinkle with his smile. 

“Oh, busy. Yes, how silly of me to not think of that.” You dropped into the seat, your bag landing at your feet a little harder than was probably advisable. 

“Holiday?” His gaze dropped briefly to the table, to where your bag was now hidden. 

“Yes.” Some of your elation faded at the dose of reality. “You?”

He paused, holding your gaze. “On leave.” 

“Ah.” You smiled a little, sliding one open hand across the table. “Going well this time, then?”

He didn't say anything for a long moment, staring down at your open hand. His fingers twitched. “Not particularly.” 

Your heart plummeted. “Oh.” 

“S'fine.” He shook his head once, short and sharp. “You want anything? Tea, coffee?” 

“Coffee is fine.” You started to stand but he waved you back into your seat. 

“Wait here.” 

You huffed out a breath and watched him go, broad shoulders easy to track up to the register. You finally had the attention to note other details about him. He was dressed casually, all in black, with his hood pulled up. You'd caught blonde hair under his hood. 

Taller than you could remember him being. Broad shoulders. 

It was just… so good to see him again. To see him now. With your own eyes, in this life. 

It would be nice to make more memories, for next time. 

The clink of a mug being set in front of you brought you out of your own head. You blinked at the mug and then at him as he sat across from you again. 

“How long are you here?” He folded his hands in front of him, gaze fixed on you. 

You shrugged. “I had only planned for a few days,” you admitted. “But I can make it longer.” 

He grunted once, thumb tapping against the side of his hand as he considered something. Then he nodded once. “Meet me here tomorrow,” he said, abruptly moving to grab a pen and a napkin. “1200.” 

You blinked once. “Tomorrow?” You couldn't quite keep the disappointment from your voice at that. 

“Got some things to take care of before then,” he said, barely glancing up at you as he finished writing on the napkin. “Got some people for you to meet, too. If you want to know me better this time ‘round.”

You swallowed against the lump in your throat. He'd married already. That was the only thing you could think of. He was already married and you were too late. “I see.”

“No. You don't.” He pushed the napkin to you, tapping it twice with one large finger. “Here. Tomorrow.”

“1200,” you repeated dutifully, mustering up a wan smile. “Yes. I remember.”

“Good.” He pushed back to his feet abruptly, and you startled a little. He was just so tall! “If you don't show, I'll assume you don't want to meet again.” The words were flat, even, but his eyes… his eyes hid pain. 

You nodded, too startled for words by all of this. In a moment he was gone, striding out of the coffee shop and away from you.

Every fiber of you longed to go after him, to beg him for answers. 

Instead, you sat and sipped your coffee with trembling hands, staring at the napkin until the blocky letters were burned into your memory. 

The walk to your hotel was a bit of a blur. You barely paid attention to the social interaction, though you must have done well enough. 

You ended up sitting on the bed, bag on the floor, staring at your hands. 

He'd been so close. So close. 

But he hadn't taken your offer. He hadn't touched you. 

You thought you might finally be going a little insane. Was this what insanity felt like? Was this some kind of fever dream? Had you finally lost all sense of reality?

But no. You had the napkin in your pocket still. You'd seen him. You hadn't learned his name this time around, hadn't learned much of anything really, except that he had people he wanted you to meet. 

People. He'd said people for you to meet. 

The words finally sank fully into your brain, and you weren't sure whether to laugh or scream. People. People to meet. As in more than one person.

As in he was not only married but had a family…

…or something else entirely. Something new. 

Even after so many lives, the world still had a way of surprising you. A lesson hard learned over time. 

You forced yourself to breathe through the weight of history on your shoulders, staring back at all the lives where things had gone wrong. 

And then you forced yourself to find some dinner, shower, and read for a while before bed. 

Not that you slept very well. Not with anticipation and dread wreaking havoc on your heart. 

You arrived at the meeting spot ten minutes early, a little cafe on a square with a fountain in the middle. You stood outside, hands in your pockets, unsure what to expect. 

“You’re early.”

You swallowed once, heart thudding hard against your ribs as you turned to look at him. “Didn’t want to be late,” you quipped, only to falter. 

He wasn’t alone today.

Three other men stood with him, all of them looking at you. You lifted your chin a little, meeting the gaze of the closest man. You had just enough time to note how blue his eyes were before the memories slammed into you. 

A quiet life working the land, out beyond the edge of the “civilized” world, a husband with a rare but kind smile, eyes so blue you could drown in them. Rare trips to the nearest town gave you glimpses of your brown-eyed man, but no more than that. Cold winters and muddy springs and indomitable shoulders to lean on through it all. 

And a slightly less quiet life of some wealth, with a husband whose work often took him from home. But you’d had friends that time, your own societal duties. Dances. Events. Hosting. That life had not been devoid of its fun and beauty. 

“Oh.” You blinked at him, eyes wide. 

His lips twitched under his facial hair (muttonchops - unusual choice for this day and age) and he held out a hand to you. “Captain John Price.”

You gave him your name and shook his hand, holding his gaze for a moment longer. If he was like the him you’d known, he was a good man. Time would tell if and how he had changed. “I married you before.”

He grinned for a moment, so close to the man you’d known that your heart ached. “Twice, but don’t hold it against me,” he joked before he stepped aside. 

The next man to step up also had blue eyes and a big smile. You knew him immediately - you’d seen him before, too. A few times in the shadow of your brown-eyed love, once or twice on his own. The last time you’d seen him, he’d been standing over the bed of one of his men, half-covered in blood and muck. 

There had been nothing you could do, then. 

Now you smiled. “Good to see you again.” 

“Ye look better this time.” He chucked you gently under the chin with two knuckles, grinning. “John MacTavish, call me Soap.” 

“Soap?” You raised one extremely unimpressed eyebrow. 

He laughed. “A story for another time,” he promised, winking at you before he stepped back. 

The last man looked at you, nerves in the pinch of his mouth and the corners of his eyes. Darker skin and a ballcap met your quick perusal. 

You only had to meet his gaze for a moment before you threw yourself at him, hugging him as hard as you could, breath stuttering in your chest. 

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, arms immediately settling around you, one hand cupping the back of your head. “It’s alright, we’re fine.”

“You left,” you grumbled, hands fisting in the back of his shirt. “You’re not allowed to do that to me again.”

“Promise,” he muttered, voice low, just between the two of you. “I won’t.”

You sniffled, just once, before you pulled back to look at him. “I missed you,” you admitted before gently whapping his arm. “And if you disappear on me again I’ll hunt you down next life.”

“Yes ma’am.” He grinned, not even a little abashed. 

“So, what ridiculous nickname have you gotten this time?” You smiled, finally taking a half-step back. 

“It’s not ridiculous,” he scoffed. “Gaz. Kyle, this time ‘round.”

“Gaz.” You tested it out slowly before shrugging. “Not the worst.”

“Oh? And what would be?” Soap snuck up next to you, looking eager for mischief. 

“Story for another time,” you shot back at him with a smile. You finally turned your gaze to him again, to your brown-eyed man. The only one who hadn’t given you his name yet.

“Simon,” he finally said, as if he’d read your mind. 

“Simon.” You smiled. “How did you…?” You made a helpless motion between the three men. 

“Price,” Simon answered with a little shrug. “Found all of us.” 

“Came across ‘em,” Price said, arms crossed over his chest. “Knew I had to keep ‘em close.” 

You nodded, a little ache in your heart. “It’s a good thing you did.” But your gaze didn’t stray from Simon, too busy basking in the sight of him, here and whole in front of you.

“He’s no’ married yet,” Soap said in a stage whisper. When you glanced at him, he was grinning. “Unattached. Available. Free to a good home.”

“MacTavish,” Simon growled, brows twitching in annoyance. 

But you? You grinned. “Well, that’s good, because it’s your turn this time,” you teased, chin tipping up and to one side. 

Simon’s gaze snapped back to you, eyes a little wide. “What?” 

“I asked you last time,” you said patiently, trying hard to not grin. “Almost kissed you in front of your fiance, too.” 

“Almost,” he agreed, eyes warm as his gaze swept the length of your body. 

“I spotted you yesterday, too,” you pointed out, completely reasonably and not at all like a little gremlin. (You liked that word a lot and had incorporated it as much as you could once you’d caught airmen using it during World War II.) 

“So, ‘s my turn?” He took one step closer to you.

“Mmhm.” You bit the inside of your lip hard to keep your grin to yourself. 

His eyes narrowed at you, which was the only warning you had before he pulled down his face mask and kissed you. Vaguely, you heard Soap cheering and Price grumbling. But everything fell to the back of your mind.

Everything that wasn’t Simon. 

A little piece of your heart clicked into place. 

When he finally pulled back, both of you were a little out of breath, holding each other tight. His lips twitched in a tiny smile and you all but beamed in response. 

And then yipped when someone yanked you away from Simon.

“Best friend dibs,” Kyle announced, already starting to walk you away. “Mine for now, I’ll give her back in a day or two.”

You cackled at the look on Simon’s face, like he was torn between murder and laughing along with the joke. 

“There’s no rush,” you couldn’t help but tease. “We’ve got this entire life, now.” 

Simon met your gaze again even as his long strides caught him up with you and Kyle. His mask was back in place now but his eyes were warm, smiling at you, even as his hand twined with yours. 

Finally. 

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #f!reader

[queers-gambit]

When Pride Married Prejudice part two

[ part one ]

[ series masterlist ]

prompt: moments at the beginning of your marriage.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!wife!reader

fandom: House of the Dragon

word count: 8.6k+

warnings: cursing, nothing but filler and fluff, marriage smut, stop giving author internet access cause literally what is this ? not edited.

Your wedding was something small by other royal comparison, but neither you nor Aemond seemed to mind; he was the one who wanted it much smaller, but the King was feeling festive. So, the whole of the court was invited - minus your family, which felt glaringly obvious.

You married in the Sept and hosted a banquet in the Red Keep's Great Hall. The King hummed along with the music, tapping his fingers in rhythm, before exhaustion set in and he was being escorted back to his rooms. The Queen departed soon after, and your new husband lead you away rapidly right after that. Behind you, there were a few inappropriate comments hurled your way; but Aemond was quick to shield you from them.

He moved his body as if to physically protect you from their vile words, an arm protectively around your waist to guide you forward; your first sign of his deep-running loyalty.

When you got to your new shared chambers, you found the room in disarray - gasping your shock and wondering if someone had ransacked his room. "Were you robbed?" You had asked.

"No," his cheeks flared, "I was trying to move things around, make room for you, but I realized I did not know what you would arrive with, so, it has come to... This..."

"So, what I'm hearing is that your room needs organized, huh?"

He smirked at you, "I'll order us some wine, but yes, if you'd like," he gestured you forward.

That perhaps was your second sign of his unwavering support of you.

The third was when, during your room-rearrangements, he promised to not share your bed, "unless you ask me to."

His hands also idly toyed with your own, the two of you facing one another; his fingertips tracing down the scar on the palm of your hand. He was quiet as he did, but you weren't bothered - he was usually always quiet.

Anyways, your marriage wasn't consummated that night, but you got to know Aemond on a much deeper level after proposing a drinking game where you each told three statements - two that were truthful, and one that was a lie. It made you both snicker gently and lounge on the bed together after the room was put in relative order.

He did not share your bed, as promised, for a full week after your wedding; but he spent time with you after his training sessions in the courtyard. Apparently, his mother thought it important you and he bond, so, Aemond was excused from afternoon lessons in favor of spending time with you. You both liked to stroll through the gardens, sometimes with a book shared between you both; other times, with an escort through the city streets.

But only eight days after your wedding, there was a rapid knock at your chamber door, and just as you rose from your vanity to answer it, your husband was entering. He swung around to shut the door and lean on it for a moment, making you smirk. "Well, hello there. Nice fo you to pop in, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry for the intrusion, my Lady," he sighed, shaking his head, "but Aegon was being his usual self and I needed to get away - then apparently he followed me and I didn't need him seeing me waiting..."

You nodded, "You know, you're allowed to stay here, too. I would not put you out."

"I do not wish to crowd you."

Your shoulders shrugged, "I think I'd like it, actually."

"Oh?" He breathed.

"Sure," You nodded in agreement. "I mean, we should get used to one another, should we not? I do not wish to put you out."

"Lady - "

"Please, stay?" You pouted dramatically. "C'mon, maybe I'll let you do my hair, huh?"

He chuckled and pushed off the door, glancing at the hand you outstretched. Aemond slowly reached for it, taking a moment to breathe before speaking softly, "I did not mean to interrupt you."

"You're not," You assured softly. "I was getting ready for bed, but between you and me, I'm kinda into this book right now."

"So, you're not tired?" He smirked slowly.

"I'm almost afraid to answer that," you eyed him up and down. "Why?"

"Perhaps you'd like to get dressed? We can sneak out," he sighed some. "Think I could use some air, thought perhaps a walk around the city would do us both some good?"

Your grin slowly stretched as you considered his offer. "All right, yeah. But we go in disguise."

"You think we'd walk around, bare?"

You shrugged and moved for the wardrobe. "I only mean to show you some places and it wouldn't be exactly proper if word reached the palace of our misdoings."

"I thought I was sneaking you out?"

"You are," You assured with a grin, "but perhaps I'll show you a thing or two while we're out."

"All right," he sighed, nodding softly and wiping his palms on his pants nervously. "Whatever gets us out of here."

"What did your brother say that upset you?" You asked, eyeing him slightly before moving for the changing screen. "C'moooon, I know you wanna tell me. I can see it on the tip of your tongue."

He chuckled some, "He's just tiresome."

"Noooo, really?" You mocked gently as you changed from your nightdress into something plain.

"We were at dinner..."

"Mhm."

"And he had choice comments about something that doesn't pertain to him in the slightest."

"Might I ask what that was, husband?"

There was silence as you laced the trousers on. "Our marriage," Aemond finally admitted.

"Hmm," you considered, situating the tunic. "And what was said? What were these choice comments?"

Aemond sighed heatedly, "Something - I don't even know. It was about how you won't let me near you, how this marriage is like all others and it's a farce, telling me to get used to you being absent - and that my one obligation is to put a babe in your belly, but it was the way in which he spoke that drove me up the fucking wall."

"Mhm."

"As if he even gets an opinion on this..." Aemond ranted as you stepped out from the screen, moving for the vanity again to wrap your hair up in a tangle of scarves. "As if his own marriage isn't some sham!"

"Is it?" You wondered gently.

"They were betrothed as children, Helaena's never known different but Aegon does as he pleases - no matter his marital status."

"So, your older brother doesn't respect you," you sighed gently, still fixing your hair to hide it. "But you know what's different now?"

"Hmm?"

"You've a wife who does," you turned to smirk at him, hands dropping to slap your thighs gently, "and Aegon can be jealous all he wants. It's not gonna be a concern of ours, we don't live the same truths."

He paused for a moment, nodding, "You're right..."

"But when you're feeling stressed," you offered your hand again with a grin, "your wife is here to sneak out with you for a bit of fun."

He chuckled and took your hand with his, "We'll need to stop at my room."

"Kinda hate that, but okay," you mused gently, letting him lead you from what was supposed to be your shared quarters. However, just as you were about to pass into his room, Amira rounded the distant corner, and your husband called for her.

"Could I ask for a discreet favor?" He asked, opening his door to lead you both inside.

"What is it, my Prince?" Amira asked, looking you up and down. "Oh, no, you're sneaking out, aren't you?"

You only shrugged with a broad smirk, making her sigh as your husband found his cloak. "Might you bring my things to our room?" He asked your hand maiden.

"Oh," she blinked, nodding, "yes, of course, my Prince. Um...?"

You smirked at her, "I didn't realize the lengths my husband went to to ensure my comfort, so, I've invited him back to our rooms."

"Oh, that is good to hear," she breathed, patting your shoulder. "All right, yes, I'll move your things, my Prince. Might I ask the reason for discretion?"

"Aegon's a dick," you shrugged, making Aemond say your name in reprimand. "What? Am I wrong?"

"Well, no - "

"So, that's the reason," you told Mira, "and we'd appreciate Aegon, you know, not knowing about this, so discretion is paramount."

"I gotcha," she winked, nodding with assurance. "I got this... Yeah, I got this... This is nothing..."

"Mira?"

"Hmm?"

"You got this?" You checked, Aemond tucking his hair beneath his hood.

"Oh, yeah, for sure," she sighed, waving you off. "Just be careful tonight, please. The city's changed, Princess, lots of crime has gone up in rate. Stay close to your Lord husband."

You chuckled, "Maybe I'll save his arse, you never know."

"You'll probably start a fight and he'll have to rescue you," she laughed you off. Aemond offered his hand silently, leading you to a hidden passage at the back of the room.

It was easy enough to sneak through the back passages of the Red Keep, and you quickly realized that this must've been common enough for Aemond - given how well he knew his way around. When you broke free of the Keep, you breathed deeply.

"All right?" Aemond checked, tightening his hand in yours.

"Mhm," you assured, needing to jog slightly to keep up with his long legs and quick pace. "Where to first, Princey?"

He chuckled dryly, leading you down around a few turns. "Perhaps a drink?"

"Hmm," you considered, peaking around alleyways.

"No?"

"I didn't say that," you chuckled. "But could we go this way?" You pointed.

"Why?"

"There's a few fun vendors this way," you smirked, leading him away. For the remainder of the night, you and Aemond crept around King's Landing - hopping around taverns, and you're pretty sure you didn't stop smiling once since leaving the Keep.

Aemond seemed different, too.

He was quiet, still. But he was relaxed, kept a hand on you at nearly all times. He chuckled when something was funny, smirked when someone made a fool of themselves, but mostly, he sat beside you all night. His legs straddled the benches to keep you close to his body, and you'd feel his idle touch as time passed.

Touches to your hand, waist, ribs, back, shoulders, and once even, he smoothed his hand over the back of your head in an affectionate gesture when you had made a particularly funny joke.

It was as if your warm touch reassured him.

So you did not mind, and in fact, found you reveled in it. It was your first real indication that his love language was primarily physical touch and while words did not come easy, his touch lingered.

And when you snuck back into the Keep, the ale you both consumed made your steps clumsy and for you both to snicker as you tried to shush each other. When you fell into your room together, you noticed Amira had, indeed, packed the Prince's things and moved them into your rooms.

It became a comfort that for each night the following five days, Aemond would read aloud from your book as you organized his belongings and clothes around the room. He liked pausing to consider the passage read, making the both of you bicker gently - even if he didn't have a varying opinion, he liked pushing you to see how far you'd go to make a point. You caught onto his game and didn't find it as annoying as when Jace or Luke did it.

Then came your first 'family' dinner that you'd attend at Aemond's side. He paced nervously by the window, watching the sun sink, and you perused your wardrobes for something to change into.

"You're nervous," you mentioned softly, laying a gown out to the bed.

"A bit," Aemond agreed.

"Is there reason, husband?"

He sighed, turning from the window with hands behind his back. "Father's not doing well..."

You nodded slowly, "He's been on a decline for quite some time now."

"And now it's enough for Mother to call for weekly family meals," he sighed, wiping a hand down his mouth.

"'S all right," you assured, "might be kinda nice."

"Nothing's really nice with Aegon around," he frowned, shaking his head to send some strands of gloriously long hair around his shoulders.

"Still mad about what he said?"

Aemond sighed, shrugging some. "In truth, I am unsure what I feel."

You nodded slowly, "That's alright. Family's a confusing matter."

"It is," he eyed what you had laid out for him.

"Yet, I must ask for your forgiveness," you smiled at him, stepping closer as he slowly turned to lower himself onto the bed. He reached for you, taking your hands to pull you between his wide-set legs.

"For what, my wife? I have not been wronged," he sighed, fiddling with your fingers.

"I have let you endure this alone the past two weeks," you spoke gently, slowly raising your hands to pet over his silver locks. "That's not what a wife does, hmm?"

He let his own hands raise to gently wrap around either of your wrists. His eye examined the one as his fingers caressed your skin, leaning in to gently press a kiss to the appendage. "It is of no trouble," he told you, "because you're here now, yes?"

You smiled at him, "Yes, I am here now. The support of a wife, something your brother does not know - should you need to use that to your defense."

He chuckled and tugged you so your hands went to his neck and his own settled heavily on your waist. "Something tells me with you there, wife, I will have little reason to defend myself."

You chuckled at him, giving his cheeks a quick squeeze, "Yes, yes, you get a wife and personal attack dog - aren't you lucky?"

"Terribly," he smirked, leaning forward slightly to rest his forehead against your stomach. He groaned, "Must we go?"

You chuckled and let your arms wrap around him in a hug, folding slightly to peck the top of his head. "Yes, we must. C'mon, it will not be for long."

He sighed, "Might I use you as an excuse?"

"Depends on the excuse used," you teased gently.

"Hm... What if I cited newlywed duties?" He picked himself up to stare up at you with a growing smirk.

"I think I'd kill over from embarrassment," you gasped, nudging his shoulder; making him grin at you. You found, each day, he loosened up - but always tensed up when others were around. When it was just you two, my Gods, he was entirely different; making you feel grateful that you could see him as such.

He sighed and let his hands settle back on your waist, "All right, maybe not. But, perhaps, I could say it to Aegon? Yes?"

You chuckled, hands caressing his jaw to force his eye to your own. "All right, yes, but do not let your Mother hear - please. Or Father. He's still my Grandsire and while I know he knows what happens in a marriage, he does not need be reminded."

"All right, deal," he agreed, sighing again.

"It will not be so bad, come now, we should change," you chuckled, gently pulling away from him. His hands fell from your body, and you instantly missed the warmth.

Though, after changing behind the screen, his hand was back in yours to lead you from the room. You swung your conjoined hands gently, smiling at him when he offered you a curious look. He ended up cracking a smile, unable to help it, but quickly sobered up when you arrived at the private dining room.

It was mostly just an outside terrace with a long table, but it made do for tonight's gathering. And with the fortunate weather, you were almost excited for the meal, if only for the location.

Aemond lead you both in stoically, and surprisingly, you were the last to arrived. Even Viserys beamed, teasing, "Well, this is a surprise."

"Apologies, Your Grace," you offered instantly. "We did not realize the time."

"No, no, no need, I was once newly married," he chuckled, waving you offer as both you and Aemond froze momentarily. You were quick to laugh at the King's joke, and with your hand to Aemond's arm, discreetly directed him towards the only two chairs left at the head of the table. Apparently, it became Aemond's common seating arrangement after the loss of his eye, but you didn't mind much.

Otto was in attendance, and Heleana greeted you happily; all but jumping from her seat when you neared her. You kissed her cheek in greeting, giving her a loving squeeze.

Aegon looked mildly annoyed but hid it behind his cups of wine, slouched in his seat; and making you ponder what seed he came from, since surely, it was not Royalty.

"Here," Aemond muttered to you, dishing something onto your plate. "You've gotta try this."

"It looks strange."

"Just a taste," he nodded, smirking at you. You sighed, eyeing the food with disinterest. "Come now, you mean to say you do not trust me?"

"Well, that's a loaded question."

He chuckled, "Let this be a test, then. Go on, just a taste. For me?"

"Well, way to guilt me," you teased him, nudging his arm before taking a taste from your fork. You pondered the feeling on your tongue, manicured hand over your lips as you chewed and considered the flavors. "It is... Strange."

"Is it?" Aemond smirked.

"I do not think I dislike it," you nodded at him, "though, I am unsure if I like it, either. Hang on," you moved for another bite, and before long, you'd finished the bit he'd spooned to your plate. "What was that?"

He chuckled, shaking his head slightly, "You told me on our wedding night you fancied those mangoes from Pentos, did you not?"

"I did," you nodded, narrowing your eyes at him at you glanced at the dish. "Do not tell me..."

"Apparently, stewed mangoes is popular over there," he shrugged a bit, glancing up to his family to ensure they were all still in their own conversation. They were.

"Would you do me a favor then?"

"Hmm?"

"Bit more?" You smirked, nudging your plate once. He chuckled and reached for the dish, dolloping another spoonful before you scooped a bit of rice to your plate and mixed them together.

"How's that?" He wondered in genuine curiosity when you tasted the new dish.

"You know what?" He nodded at you. "I don't hate it. Here, try it."

He nodded slowly and took up his own fork to try a bit, making your head cock in wonder as you waited for his opinion. "'S not terrible," he agreed with you, chuckling dryly before reaching for his goblet.

"So," Viserys boomed down the table, making you jump slightly. "How is married life treating you both?"

You smiled at the King, "You've raised your son well, Your Grace." Your eyes cut to Alicent, knowing she was who truly raised the children. "Married life is... Going well," you glanced at Aemond.

"Like a built-in companion," he mused to the table, taking a sip as Viserys chuckled.

"It is good to know you are getting along," he granted. "Surely, we'll see your face more often, Princess?"

"Of course, Your Grace," you agreed.

"Good," he nodded, smiling lightly.

"Unless my brother actually manages to get it up," Aegon snickered into his, oh, maybe, third cup in an hour? "Then, we'll never see you, will we, sister?"

"I'd mind my tongue, Aegon," you mused, taking another small bite of your meal. "Might start to sound jealous. Though, we know your brother has the injury and one less eye, you've always been jealous of him, heaven't you?"

"Aegon," Alicent warned when his face heated in anger.

Aemond chuckled a bit and let his hand drift to hang off the arm rest. You silently reached for his hand, finding relief when it fell naturally to your lap - turning over for you to hold. The other hand rose his goblet again.

"Do you think you'd like to take lunch sometime this week?" Heleana asked you, leaning over. "I've some questions of my own," her voice lowered to explain.

"Sure," you agreed easily, nodding at her with a smile.

Aegon rolled his eyes, "Oh, what questions could she answer? She's been married all of two weeks."

"I wouldn't take that tone, brother," Aemond warned.

"Boys," their Mother snapped. "Not now."

"Not ever, hopefully," You offered a sweet smile with your words.

"I'm not quite sure how it was done in your Strong Family," Aegon sneered, sitting up in his chair, "but here, we - "

"If your only means is to insult a silly rumor pertaining to my family, then, I'm afraid you might want to silence yourself," you chuckled, staring your uncle down with anger burning your gut. "You are only making my point for me."

"Please," Alicent asked of the whole table, "can we not get along for a single meal?"

Your hand tightened in Aemond's, asking him, "Surely, this is not common?"

"What, sweetheart?"

You paused at the use of the nickname, finding you enjoyed it more than you should - before finding your voice again, "Your brother thinking it is appropriate to speak in such a manner?"

He smirked at your tactic to publicly embarrass his brother, nodding at you, "You will grow used to it, sweetheart, I promise."

"Hmm," you mused, leaning into his arm more as his hand released yours in favor of holding your inner thigh instead.

"So," Otto cleared his throat, "how're you finding the city, Princess?"

"Very well, yes, thank you," you assured with a nod of your head. "Aemond and I might've gone out almost everyday this past week."

"The weather held," he shrugged a bit, cheeks heating at the knowledge that his family knew he was soft on you. It was obvious, if the time together was any indication.

"It was nice," you assured, one hand holding his forearm and giving a squeeze. "I'll have to take you sailing some time."

"You know how?" Otto asked in surprise.

"Yes, my father and his father took me out," you smiled softly. "Taught me how to fish, too, if you'd believe it. Never thought I'd live long enough to watch Corlys Velaryon fish for his own meal. But I must admit, it was incredibly satisfying. Father and I caught this sort of tuna," you told Otto - who was staring at you with the slightest amount of pity, "it must've weighed some 80 pounds." You chuckled at the memory, sniffling lightly, "Father and I nearly fell in trying to wrangle that bad boy from the waters."

It was quiet for a moment before Aemond cleared his throat, lowering his voice, "We did not yet find the time to extend our condolences for your father, my wife. And how sorry we all are for your loss."

"Mother got your letter," you nodded softly. "But thank you for verbalizing it."

With a returning nod, your husband tried to focus on his meal; but before you could, his sister was starting a new conversation. He was quiet most of the remaining meal, just content to listen; and any time Aegon got lippy, even Alicent started to sit back - because your wit outmatched all of their own. You easily fended the boy off.

Heleana simply adored you, and let that be known.

Viserys was oozing pride, as if taking personal responsibility in the match made between you.

Alicent smiled and actually asked a few questions to better know you.

Otto was just as ever - kindly, old, and soft spoken. He also knew some really good riddles that you liked to try and work out - his grandchildren giving up on most of them. Imagine your surprise when you asked, "Is it a mountain?"

And Otto beamed, "Yes! Dear girl, yes! I've been telling that riddle for months and none has solved it!"

It was an overall nice dinner, but truly, by the end, you were exhausted from keeping appearances. There were a few times you wanted to snap at your brother-by-law, but held your tongue; doing little to hide the irritation in your tone when you shut him down.

When Viserys was taken away for bed, Otto escorted Alicent away, and to your surprise, Aemond ushered you to your feet, "C'mon, come with me."

You let him pull you by your hand, jogging again to keep up with his long strides. When you were out of the dining room, you looked around and wondered, "Why're we in a rush to get to bed?"

He chuckled, shaking his head, "Got something on my mind."

"Wanna share?"

"In our rooms," he nodded, glancing at you only as he kept his quick pace - ignoring your whine of annoyance. The moment the doors opened, he pulled you in and shut them after you - pushing your body against the wood as his nose pressed into your neck.

"Aemond," you gasped in shock, holding onto his shoulders; not pushing him away.

"I-I wanted to let you come to me," he rushed, hands bruising your hips. "Yet I do not think I can wait longer."

"What changed?" You smirked, petting over his cheeks as he nuzzled your neck. You wanted to feel his mouth, but he did not dare yet - showing an ounce of restraint.

"Dinner," he sighed, sounding as if he was straining. "Watching you with them all, Gods... I know I am not who you wanted, but I think I need to start giving thanks for having a wife who can keep up."

"That got you going, did it?" You smirked against the shell of his ear; hands petting down his neck. His hands tightened and your hips rose up the wall to let his growing bulge press into you. Your breathing stuttered as his head lifted to leer over yours, your fingertip ghosting over his bottom lip.

"In truth, it's been hard to give you space," he breathed, "but yes, my wife, seeing you with my family was enough for me. You showed no fear in talking to the King and Queen..."

"Hmm?"

His lips pulled in a smirk, hands moving up to hold the base of your ribs. "It was impressive," he whispered, "and listening to you put Aegon in his place? Lady wife," he chuckled, slowly letting a leg raise to press between your thighs, "that did something to me I cannot explain nor control."

"Power turns you on, does it?" You chuckled.

"Only a bit," he nodded, "now," his thigh pressed more securely, "might I kiss you, Lady wife? Or might you haunt me further?"

You chuckled, but he clocked your nod before surging forward to connect your lips in a searing kiss. You let out a shrill whine when his hands drove you down onto him, his bulge more prominent.

"Aemond."

"Tell me, sweet girl," he spoke in your ear, letting his tongue flatten against skin that made you moan, "what it is you want."

But worry knotted your stomach.

"Wait, wait," you pulled back as much as you could, but pushed his shoulders some; making him pull away.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just," you sighed, head thumping back to the door in exasperation. You sighed through your nose.

"You can tell me," he nodded, lowering his leg to give you room to breath. His thumbs started to swirl comforting circles around your hip bones. "You want me to trust you, but it goes both ways, pretty girl. Speak your mind."

"Well, for one, in truth, I think I prefer being called pet names rather than the name my mother gave me," you chuckled some, hands drifting down his chest.

"Noted," he nodded, leaning in to rest his forehead on your own. "Come - tell me what bothers you."

"I've not done this," you whispered. "I worry it will not be satisfying."

"With the way I've been ramped up the past two weeks, there is little you can do to dissatisfy me," he chuckled. "Though, might I tell you a secret?"

"Mhm."

"Think you got me started the day you saved my life," he whispered, "and I never even thanked you for it."

"We share blood, Aemond, I would not have walked away. You needed help, and I knew how to give it."

"Thank you," he nodded, sighing. "I never got to thank you for what you did, but I am grateful."

"'Twas a dramatic night, there was little room for anything else."

He hummed before telling you, "Look, you do not need to worry, this is another learning experience for us to endure together."

"Oh, you must 'endure' laying with me?" You whined, heat flaring up your chest and neck.

"I did not mean that," he relented softly. "Only that I am no expert, either, but this is something between us - something we will learn to do together. As husband and wife."

You sighed, nodding, "Just be patient."

"I know it does not mean much now," he let his lips peck over yours, "but this is between us, sweet girl. You can do no wrong with me."

You sighed, "You say that, yet..."

"Yet?"

"I do not know of a single marriage where either, nor both, were ever happy. I fear that this could be a partnership, but not much else. I understand you've an obligation to sire children, but I am only nervous - "

"You do not need to be," he sighed softly. "It's just me."

You nodded, brows crinkling gently. "It's just you..."

"Your husband."

You nodded, "My blood."

"I am not here to wrong you, nor harm you," he promised. "And while I agree, I do not know of a marriage myself that has been... Happy... I do know that marriages are between spouses, and we get to not just make our own rules, but play by them, as well."

You sighed gently. "How you've been without a Lady all this time is beyond me. You might be the sweetest man I know, and my father was Laenor Velaryon."

He smirked against your lips, letting you gently pull his cheeks to kiss him to time. "None ever bothered to try and know me," he whispered. "You are different, pet, and you always have been."

"You are different with me," you noted, nose rubbing up his. "Why is that?"

He sighed, "You... Provide me with a sense of safety, I think. It is difficult to explain - "

"'S not," you smiled at him, "because I understand perfectly well. I fear I might feel much of the same, as well."

"Hmm," he considered, "that is good. I would hope my wife feels safe with me."

"I do," you nodded in assurance. "That if you'd like to move for the bed, I would not disagree..."

"Are you sure?" He asked, frowning.

"If you're willing to take this slow?"

He chuckled, "As slow as I can bare."

You laughed against his lips, leaning in to trap him in another kiss. "I have to admit..." You pulled back to peck his lips, "You're mildly addicting to kiss."

He grinned, licking over your lips slowly. "Might find more than my kisses addicting,"

"Oh?" You laughed, holding onto his neck tightly as his own arms snaked around your waist to hold you against him. He sighed, nuzzling into your neck as a hand pet down the back of your head before settling around you. "All right?" You whispered.

"Mhm," he hummed, "just appreciating the feel."

You smiled against his temple, laying a kiss there as the mood in the room shifted; and his hands bore the weight of the world. "Aemond?"

"Hmm?"

"Would you show me all of you?"

You felt him pause against you, but his sigh was sad, "Not tonight."

"But would you?"

He nodded as he pulled back; leaving your cheeks brushing against one another. "One day," he sighed, making your heart plummet in sadness. The abuse the boy endured was more than you were willing to admit, but you'd try to understand it best you could and offer him comfort. "For now, let me see you," he whispered in your ear, the fire crackling behind you both as the room flickered and glowed in the light. You did not protest when his hands rose to undo the laces at your back; pulling apart to loosen your gown.

You feared he would not like what he found, but your resolve was crumbling as his mouth opened against your neck. You moaned faintly as his hands easily yanked behind you, freeing more of your flesh for him to grab at.

He pulled back first but you could not meet his eye. His fingers tipped your chin up to let your eyes meet, breathing one breath as his lilac gaze raked you in.

"You're absolutely stunning," he whispered, holding your gaze, and making you feel like he was staring through you. But his eye did not drop from your own as his hands pulled at your dress, freeing your shoulders and upper body.

Your lungs shuddered in nerves as you helped pull the garment down, freeing your breasts, and then down to your hips. His hands moved, his eye did not; only bowing to his knees to hug your waist, looking to the floor, and pulling the clothing from your hips.

Your hands shot back to hold your position against the wall; keeping balance as Aemond freed your legs of shoes, stockings, then your hips of any under garment. But he kept his gaze on the ground as he rose, letting your hands mimic his from earlier, and tip his chin so his eyes met your own.

"See me," you requested in a breath; holding it then as his eye soaked in all you were.

"Gods," he breathed, taking half a step back to get the full image. When his eye met yours, it was almost as if he could not stop the words from flooding out, "You're breathtaking."

"We are married, you do not need to compliment me," you teased gently, leaning back to the wall. "Do you need a moment?"

"I might," he mused. "You're incredible... And you're truly mine?"

"That's what the law now says," you teased. "You know, standing here, naked, 's bit cold."

"You don't say?" He chuckled, reaching a hand out to sweep his thumb over your pebbled nipple. But that was it - that was all he did. "Come, lay on the bed, pet."

He turned from you to give you space, bare feet muted over the bare stone as you moved on the balls of your feet. Look - standing in the nude was one thing, but sitting in the nude? That was something entirely, and you reached for a pillow to hold against yourself the moment you reached the mattress - and climbed upon it.

Aemond turned from the window to look you over, then started to undo his jerkin. "You've never been with a man?"

"Never even kissed one till we got married," you admitted.

"So... You're all mine, is it?"

"Seems so," you chuckled. "Though, I am afraid to ask in return."

His head cocked, wincing, "Lost my virginity at ten and three."

"Truly? To whom?"

He freed his upper half of the leather jerkin, revealing a thin tunic. "A whore, no less."

You hummed in thought, watching him undress without abash. "That was it?"

"If you'd believe it," he pulled the tunic off his torso.

"And how is it you've come by scars when there is no war?" You asked, letting the pillow fall to the side in favor for drawing a single leg up and into your chest.

"Same way I came to lose an eye, pet," he sighed, now avoiding your gaze. "Though accidents - no matter how unfortunate."

Your heart weighed to your feet, slowly finding them as your fingers nervously twisted together. He was distracting himself with pouring a goblet of wine, but stiffly turned when your hands deftly asked him to. They smoothed over rigid, pink-going-on-white scars, asking, "Where did this one come from?"

He glanced at your hand on his upper arm. "That was a lancing accident gone wrong."

"Hmm," you nodded. "And this?"

Your fingertips pressed to his pectoral. "Swordplay with Aegon... Gone wrong."

You smirked, "And this one?"

He breathed uneasily as your hand pushed at the scar on his lower belly. "Hmm... That was from a spoiled organ."

"Come again?"

He smirked as your hands rimmed the hem of his pants. "When I was, possibly, oh, maybe ten and five? There is a little organ that, if ruptured, can ooze toxic waste back into the body. Maesters were quick to remove it."

"How interesting," you spoke softly, watching his throat bob as he took a drink. "And this one?" Your lips asked, nearing his ear.

"Which?" But he flinched with a laugh when you bit his neck. It wasn't hard enough to break skin, but against his pale skin, it was enough to leave a small red mark. "Oh, you devil of a woman," he chuckled, letting an arm wrap around your bare waist.

"Apologies, dear husband," you smirked, reaching your arms around his neck to allow your breasts to press into his chest without barrier.

"Perhaps I can be persuaded into forgiving you," he hushed against your lips, licking over them before trapping you in a kiss so searing, it pulled a moan from your throat.

"Just ask it of me," you whispered to him, daringly letting your hands drift when he pulled you in for another kiss; fondling his growing length over his trousers.

He hissed lightly into your mouth, muttering, "Perhaps this will be new for us both, after all... Gods."

You smirked against his mouth, feeling emboldened to now sweep your tongue over his lips and into his mouth; hand solidifying around his neck to keep tight. He blindly set his wine to the table beside him to then press both hands into your warming flesh under your rib cage. His hands pushed, and you were lead back towards the bed; where you were sat on the edge for your husband to gaze down at. His hand cupped your jaw, gently caressing your cheek; yanking the laces of his trousers at the same time.

"Let me," you whispered, mostly curious - reaching for his breeches, and keeping eye contact as you unlaced him.

You fist the material by his hips and yanked down, still staring up at him - even when his cock sprang free to gently bob in your face.

"Fuck," he seethed, reaching to pull your hair back. "Might I teach you something first?" When you nodded, he almost grunted, "You can use your mouth."

Your brows furrowed, "On your cock?"

Aemond let himself chuckle, "Yes, sweet girl. But not your teeth..."

"I think I could've figured that one out, Aemond, Gods!" He laughed with you, but sharply inhaled when your hand reached for his thick member; giving a few curious strokes. "I can ask you something?"

"With my cock in your hand, you can ask me anything," he breathed in tune to your pumping hand, twisting wrist. "What is it, pretty girl?"

Your breath fanned across his public hair, head tilted to gaze up at him and wonder, "It... Will fit?"

He snickered, "Yes, sweet girl."

You nodded, "And are they all... This size... A-And girth?"

"Perhaps not, but I'm not running around, whipping my cock out to compare it to others,"

"Pity," you pouted at him, seeing his teeth flash in amusement, and lean in to take a tentative lick. His hand tightened in your hair and you understood what he meant; slowly, surely, and very sloppily, figuring it out. What your mouth didn't fit, your hand twisted around; and Aemond's knees were slowly buckling.

"Slowly, slowly," he whispered to you, thumb sweeping a tear from your cheek when you tried to take more of him. "That's my girl, good fucking girl," you preened at his praise. "Easy, don't over do it - that's it, good girl. Use you spit - fucking Gods, that's right - there - wait, wait, less teeth, sweet girl - slow yourself."

You listened to him as you went, feeling sweat start to slowly streak down your skin as heat sweltered in the room; skin at the base of his cock turning salty from his own exertion.

"All right," Aemond hissed, nodding to himself as he took hold of your cheeks and pulled his cock from your mouth; leaving a trail of saliva. "Seven fuckin' Hells, girl, I told you I'm not fucking anyone else, you're not in competition here."

You grinned up at him, rolling your eyes right after as you understood his teasing tone. "C'mere, please," you whispered up at him, hands curling around his neck to thread into his hair when he loomed over you. Your lips met in a frenzied mess again before one of his hands held his balance and the other pushed your knees apart.

"Easy," he whispered against you, tracing slow patterns up your inner thighs. "This is where trust comes in, sweet girl. I've got you."

"Yeah?" You nervously checked, nodding at him; hands holding onto him as if a lifeline.

He sighed softly, "I'll always have you, sweet girl. Today, and everyday."

You pet down his chest and tried to relax as his lips met yours again in a frantic mess of lips, tongues, and teeth. His fingers then were dusting up your crotch, and you all but flinched as a jolt of pleasuring electricity shot through your veins.

"Aemond," you breathed as one hand darted out to wrap around his bicep; fingers sweeping up and down your wetted heat. "Gods," you squeaked when he pushed to let his face rest against your neck; arms tight around his neck for anchoring, letting a finger sink deep into you. Your legs opened wider to accept him.

"Good girl," he growled, your hand feeling his arm flex as he started to pump his finger messily through your sopping folds. "So fucking wet for me, Gods. I heard rumor virgins were wetter, but fucking hell."

"Or perhaps it's just for you," you whispered in his ear, holding on tighter as a coil slowly tightened in your lower belly. Almost on instinct, your hips moved to hump into his hand.

"Hmm," Aemond considered, "say that again, but without the perhaps."

You chuckled, pausing for a moment before telling him in his ear, "'M just so fucking wet for you, and only you, my Prince."

"Gods," he groaned, pulling his hand free to straighten up. "On the pillows, love, go on." But you paused to beam obnoxiously at him. "What? What is it?"

"You called me 'love'."

He chuckled against you, leaning in to kiss you happily. "Got issue with that, Lady wife?"

"You will not hear complaint from me, Lord husband," you assured.

"Good - back on the pillows, then." When you pulled yourself back over the bed, he was quick to follow overtop of you; pressing another kiss to your lips as he settled between your legs. "I will warn you, there might be some complaint the first few minutes."

"Oh," you nodded, "yes, I-I was warned of that. And it is common for there to be a bit of blood, too."

"Good to know," he smirked, pecking your lips. "You need only tell me if it's too painful, but it will be before the pleasure takes over. But if it's too much, just tell me."

You nodded and pet over his cheek, promising, "I will."

He smirked, "Spread your legs, pretty wife."

You both paused, shaking your heads at one another, and you deciding, "'Pretty girl' is a solid option, 'pretty wife' sounds strange to my ears."

"Strange on my tongue, too," he agreed. "Pretty girl, it is."

You hummed in agreement, bringing his lips to yours as he helped shift your hips slightly. Then, his cock's head was sweeping up and down your slick - like his fingers had - and just paused to linger at your entrance.

"Hold onto me," he whispered, slowly pushing in - and feeling you instantly freeze.

"Fuck's sake," you wheezed as he went.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"There's more!?"

Aemond was unable to fight off his laughter, leaning down to push his tongue into your mouth before pressing forward the rest of the way - pressing his hips to yours in full.

"Fucking hell," you whispered against him. "Oh, wow, okay, okay..."

"All right?"

"I don't know," you admitted. "Feels very strange."

He nodded, leaning in to kiss you softly. "Tell me when it's okay to move. This will be uncomfortable until you're acquainted, and then it'll feel better - I swear it."

You nodded, "Go ahead."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you whispered, moaning when his tongue swept into your mouth again. "Holy shit - Gods be good," you whined when he began to retract his hips and push forward again; the friction created something mouthwatering.

"Fuck," Aemond panted, humping a little faster. "Ah, shit, you feel fucking divine, sweet girl. Fuckin' made for me."

You readjusted your hips again and let him work at a new angle. His mouth hung open for a few thrusts, eye fluttering close as your hands gripped anywhere they could reach. And with his motions, you started moving your own hips; fucking him back, to his approving groan. His mouth found purchase against your neck, biting, sucking, licking; humming into flesh as pleasure coursed.

"Aemond, fuck, fuck, fuck, harder," you pleaded, letting your knees reach your chest as his hands pushed the backs of your thighs in a new, bruising grip. His balls slapped against the apex of your cunt, creating something of a rhythm amongst the room that met the chorus of your moans, groans, and his grunts.

"Take it," he growled, hands sliding up to hold the back of your knees. His hips were relentless. "Oh, fuck, good girl - 's my good fuckin' girl. Feel so fuckin' good, taking all of me your first time," he smirked down at you, reaching a hand for your throat when he felt your walls tightening as his cockhead pounded into that soft, spongey spot.

You whined against the pressure on your throat - not enough to constrict but enough to feel all the way down into your toes.

"Gods," he groaned when your velveteen walls stroked him for all he was worth, "look at you, so fuckin' ready for me."

"Yes," you whimpered, reaching for his neck to yank him closer. "Please, please - "

"Tell your husband what you need, Princess," he smirked, dropping his lips to stick to yours - and pull apart messily.

You whined lowly in your throat, "Wanna cum."

"Where?"

Your hands shook as you held his cheeks in your grip, "Around you."

"That's my girl," he purred, moving himself at a renewed pace. "Where do you want me, pet?"

"In me," you didn't even realize you moaned that aloud until he groaned from deep in his chest; brows furrowed, and one hand holding himself up as the other dropped to your cunt. "Wait, wait, wait - "

"That's the feeling, my girl," he promised, fingering your pearl. "Chase it, let it come for you - let it come, good girl," he praised, catching your body when you arched into him and came with a soft cry.

"Ae-Aemond," you begged still, eager to please. His hands held your hips in place, face held to your neck; hips pumping relentlessly to chase his own end now. "Please - oh, fuck!"

He came with a shout of his own, hips swooping to thrust into yours once, twice, a third time, then grinding to a slow halt as his balls contracted to release his load in your warmth.

"Shit," he panted, body giving up some to collapse into your own. It pushed his cock further up, making your mouth open in shock; arms coiled around him to keep him against you.

"Yeah," you agreed, letting a hand smooth down his hair. His breath fanned across your collarbones, and readjusted your hold on him to press a kiss to his forehead. "All right?"

"Yeah, yeah, good," he chuckled, pecking his lips up your neck. "Are you all right?"

"Mhm," you nodded at him, noses brushing together before his lips met yours - again - slowly. "So, that's what we've been avoiding?"

He smirked, "Well, you've been avoiding, Lady, and I've been dreaming."

"How'd it match up in life?"

Your husband offered a soft smile, "'S like you're a dream come into my arms. If there is a heaven, I think I've found it."

"Oh, please - "

"No, truly, Lady," he nodded, letting his lips peck yours again. "Here, with you, I am at peace."

"Then make a bargain with me?"

"Cock's still in you, so, ask anything of me - 's yours."

You giggled lightly and rolled your eyes as he fixed himself up to his elbows to keep the pressure off your chest. "Spend some time alone with me in the next few days?"

"Lady - "

"No, I mean, let us take a period of time away from everything and just," you shrugged a bit.

"Hump?"

Your eyes rolled, "I was aiming for something a little more poetic, but sure, yes, yes, stay with me and fuck me properly."

"My Lady wife," he teased, "I did not think you so brash."

"You've not been paying attention," you teased. "Please?"

He chuckled through his nose, nodding as he shifted himself towards your side - huffing a bit when his cock pulled free of your warmth. "Whatever it is you want in this life, wife, I'll give to you," he decided as he crashed to the bed beside you, offering an open arm for you to curl against his chest.

"You sound smitten, Prince," you accused gently, nestling into your new home - at his side.

"Perhaps I am, Princess," he told you, eye taking in your entirety. "Perhaps you have me enraptured, and I am unwilling to leave your clutches."

You hummed and let your lips press to his, slowly increasing the tempo as your own libido felt newly heightened. How strange, the moment you lost your virginity, you suddenly crave the action of another warm body - or perhaps, you craved the body of your husband.

None the less, Aemond let loose the faintest of moans; hand coming up to hold the back of your head, mouths moving in sync.

When you pulled back, it was only just to mutter, "Perhaps the feeling is mutual."

"Good," he whispered, licking into your mouth again. He hummed and pressed one last hardened kiss to your mouth, then pulled back. "Give me time to nap and I will spend days worshipping you. Yes?"

"Deal," you agreed against his swollen lips, breathing stuttering when your teeth caught his bottom lip and pulled.

"Devil woman," he whispered, hand wrapping around your throat. "Behave."

"You're not making the point you think," you whispered.

"My girl likes my hand at her throat?"

"Only in this sort of position," you smirked, lips catching his own again to tangle together in a frenzied dance of passion and newly found, newly formed love.

[ part one ]

[ series masterlist ]

#aemond targaryen #prince aemond #aemond the kinslayer #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #aemond x reader #aemond imagine #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond smut #aemond targaryen smut #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd smut

[mandowifey]

MKAY SO WE ALL KNOW ABT AL'S CHEST RIGHT??? Idk why but it looks so smooth-

Anyways how would it go if the reader just straight on tells him that she's obsessed with his man tits?

Anon. This made me ugly laugh at 11 at night. Thank you for this.

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Fancy You.

Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: General Dead Dove, you're kidnapped by a lunatic, Stockholm Syndrome, Implied NonCon, NSFW content.

(This was not proofed.)

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Time crawled to a halt in this place.

You weren't sure if it was weeks, maybe months since your abduction. When you started scratching lines into the cement walls, you had lost track of the hours that passed. Oftentimes, you couldn't recall if you already marked a day, which meant your count could be wrong or missing altogether. Right now, you stood at 27.

'This place' was a basement. You had taken to thinking of it like your coffin. It was a cold, dark, all-encompassing tomb, which you and many more would die within. Sometimes, you wondered how many before you left their own scratches on the wall. There was no evidence of others, which roused concerns that none of them lasted long enough to count their days. You considered if you were his first, or perhaps his last. Neither option felt palpable.

He collected you around the evening, as usual. Punishment this time had felt less brutal and more sensual, as the welts from his belt bloomed on the flesh of your ass and thighs instead of your back and arms. Hand prints marred your throat and wrists as reminders of your place here. Somewhere between your legs resides something sticky and warm. As you wade through the fog in your mind, you return to consciousness as your captor rocks against you.

'Good girl, m-my good girl.'

A brush of silicone against your throat made your head drop back. Large hands palmed your hips, guiding your flacid body into his. Gasps came quick and muffled behind his mask as he ruts against you, the drag of his girth leaving streaks of precum on your thighs. Each jerk of his body loosened a couple more of your mental screws. Maybe you didn't hate this at all. Maybe you'd always wanted to feel needed.

The man groans something low and guttural in your ear, his fingers bruising your hips as heat spills over your soft thighs. Revulsion fills your stomach like acid, but you can not bring yourself to shed another tear. As his grip loosens, he begins to move you off of his lap and have you stand. He liked to look at you, bloody and broken while covered in his cum. To him, you were a masterpiece meant to admire.

"Look at you," His voice is soft in stark comparison to the brutality in which he took you. "My perfect little dove."

The kitchen floor is cold on your feet, and you feel something in your chest. Perfect, you think, his.

Maybe...

"I like your chest," you say suddenly. Time grinds to a stop, and you are hardly breathing. "It's smooth, nice to look at." Who was this speaking for you? Or perhaps this voice had been there all along, waiting for its chance. The fog in your brain makes you lethargic. Your head felt weighted as it rolled in his direction, your eyes on the sockets of that devilish mask. He was frozen in place, watching you.

Standing up, the man you only knew as Mister towers over you and breathes hard. Fingers cup your chin and pull your face up to look at him. It was difficult to keep your eyes open as consciousness rattled around in your head like loose stones. At this distance, you can see the glean of those predatorial blue eyes.

"What else?"

You blink and try to focus your attention.

"What else?" He says again, his large hand encompassing your jaw in a painful squeeze.

At a loss, you gawk up at him and frantically try to discern what you're being asked. He moves you backward by your jaw until you touch the counter. You gasped as you're lifted by the hips and placed on the edge, legs forced apart so he could slot between them. Slowly, you start to understand. He must not ever receive compliments, certainly not from his victims. You had caught him off guard and thrilled him. You could tell by the way he was already hard again.

The man drags the weeping tip of his cock along your crease and pulls another noise from your throat. As he angles to drive inside of you, he brings that large hand to your throat and presses into the flesh.

"What else do you like about me, kiddo?"

#ethan hawke #albert shaw #x reader #albert shaw headcannon #albert shaw headcanon #albert shaw x you #the grabber x you #the grabber headcanon #the grabber headcanons #the black phone #albert shaw x reader #the grabber x reader

[thatonedaydream]

Don’t really wanna be Elevator Buddies (Sephiroth x Reader)

A/N: Part 1 here. im suffering sufficiently at my current job that im leaving that i think i can write something because i need an outlet and i also want sephiroth to make it better. also, i am so much older than when i wrote the first part; as such, my writing probably reads a lot more different - better, worse or same is up to you. to those who have requested a part 2 and have waited literal years (its been 4!!!!!), i love you, i'm so sorry its so late.

★★★★★

Staring at the message in your work inbox, you suddenly couldn’t summon the effort to care. Your mood instantly dropped and you needed to leave your desk. You kept your headset on as you wandered towards the small staff kitchen under the guise that you were still connected to a meeting and listening in, when really you just want to block people out. You didn’t want to be perceived.

You just wanted out.

ShinRa Inc wasn’t known as the best place to work, but the pay was good and it was better than any other options you had. 

The coffee machine rumbled as you waited for it to process your order. You didn’t even want to drink the cheap, watered down stuff, you just didn’t want to be at your desk looking at that stupid fucking request. There wasn’t much that could get your out of these kinds of emotional troughs bar one thing that seemed to always work.

You felt the vibration of a notification from your phone in your pocket. Knowing what and who it was probably from, you eagerly checked the new message that had come through. It was just a photo of blue sky with some clouds—the tops of greenery you didn’t recognise lined the bottom. It was very abstract and out of context, but you were used to it now.

Putting aside your misery for the moment, you typed out a short response.

I can’t beat that. This is my view.

You took a photo of the ceiling above you. Stark, stale and claustrophobic in comparison to the natural sky you were given. You sent it off and only a few seconds later, received a thumbs up in response. It made you laugh.

Sephiroth was a terrible at texting sometimes, but it was endearing in way.

When you had first traded contact details a little after The Elevator Incident, it had taken a while before anything was sent from either of you. You were too scared of bothering him and he was more than likely too busy or just didn’t know what to send. It also felt like trading personal IDs was crossing into an entirely different friend territory that wasn’t as nonchalant as impromptu elevator conversations.

The messaging ice was broken when, one day, you got a single image of chocobo out in the wild with no context. If you didn’t have Sephiroth’s ID saved, you would have wondered if someone had messaged the wrong person. Your response was a quick ‘I love chocobos, they’re so cute!’, and your reward several hours later was a picture of a sweetly sleeping chocobo in a stable.

Sephiroth was a man of very few words, but he still found ways to communicate with you and that honestly made you feel… Well, you weren’t sure you wanted to admit what you were feeling too much. You knew you had feelings for the man, that you were attracted to him, but those feelings had no where to go. You couldn’t tell him.

For many reasons, you just couldn’t ever tell him about your ever growing affection for him.

You just couldn’t.

You wandered back to your desk, completely forgetting about the coffee you had made in the kitchen. The message from the 1st Class Soldier perked you up way more than the caffeine would have anyway. You scrolled through your requests again and sighed. It was probably going to be another late night in the office. Maybe you’d just call in sick tomorrow.

You worked a few more hours, eyeing your phone and hoping for more messages, but none came. Sephiroth was often the one to initiate conversation as you still felt like you would bother him if you sent something first. Still… You kind of really wanted to talk to someone—to him, specifically. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to send one message?

Picking up your phone you opened up your chat and tried to think of something to say. You typed out several things, but kept deleting them. ‘Hello’ felt too formal, ‘Hi!’ seemed too chipper.

Is something wrong?

The message popped up before you could send something yourself.

!!! No! I was just about to message you. How are you?

There was a pause—and then a short voice message.

▶• ıll— “Are you sure you’re alright? Was there something else you wanted to say to me?”  

You could hear the smile in his words and you flushed upon the realisation that he must have seen your stupid three dots pop up and disappear constantly in the chat. You playfully hissed your own voice note back, 

▶• ıll— “Ohhh shut up, I just didn’t want to bother you!” 

Putting your phone down, you peeked over your divider and looked around to see if anyone else could hear you. It was fairly late in the office, way past usual business hours, so you could see some screens still lit up around the  space, but there wasn’t anyone near you.

Your phone pinged a few times, indicating new messages. Some more photos, but this time of more a familiar sight—the Midgar cityscape.

I’m back.

It had been awhile since he had left on his last mission. You were glad he was back safe, not that you’d tell him that now. You sent off a quick, mildly motion blurred snap of your desk and sent it off.

?

A question mark? A question mark to what? The photo wasn’t that blurry.

It’s my desk.

Are you still working? It’s late.

Ohhhh… You cringed; it was late. Honestly if you didn’t procrastinate with absolute loathing and low morale earlier in the day you probably could have been home already, but you couldn’t push through the negativity.

Yeah, its been a rough day.

You waited for a response, but none came. Sephiroth went inactive spontaneously during your conversations, so it wasn’t surprising. Instead you put your phone down and continued on a project that was behind on its deadlines. Technically all of them were behind, but this one you at least had the energy to push through for now.

An hour later your phone pinged a couple times. A photo of the elevator you used everyday to get to up to your floor and:

Time to leave.

You stared at the message, biting your lip. Even if you wanted to leave, there was still things to be done and—

Do I have to drag you out?

▶• ıll— “Okay! Alright! I’m packing up, hold your damn chocobos. I’m leaving now.”

Who knew Sephiroth could be so pushy? During the long elevator ride down to the lobby, you wondered if maybe he only showed this side of himself to people he trusted or cared about. The thought made your stomach flip.

It could also have been that people never really gave Sephiroth the opportunity to be himself. It was an upsetting thought. He was the 1st Class Soldier, a warrior that couldn’t be toppled, a man way above the norm. Untouchable. Distant. You knew what his public image was like, but still somehow you couldn’t fathom how people couldn’t consider that there was another side to him.

The side of him that you always got to see.

The same Sephiroth that you saw was waiting for you as the elevator doors opened. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He stood by the empty reception desk with his arms crossed, looking out the front entrance. When he heard your footsteps he turned to face you almost immediately. The man’s expression would have seemed stoic to others, but you recognised the warmth in his mako-infused gaze.

What if you were the only person he looked at that way? You held your smile steady even as your heart argued with your head to accept that maybe that’s what you really wanted.

It felt like Sephiroth’s gaze only intensified as you approached him. “...You look awful.” His voice was low, quiet, but still teasing. There was a chuckle in there too, somewhere in his deep tone. Sure you had heard it recently in the voice message, but it wasn’t the same as hearing him speak to you in person.

“That’s so mean, Seph. Not even a proper greeting for me? Wow.” Even though you were exhausted, you automatically matched his manner. “You look…” Oh, you couldn’t tell him how you really felt about how he looked. There were so many adoring and affectionate words, yet somehow still not enough. “...Like you?” You finally sputtered out after filtering all the other things that your mouth wanted to say.

The 1st Class Soldier gifted you with a short laugh and you struggled to hold back the burst of emotions that bloomed in your chest. “You are so mean to me.” This interaction wasn’t like the others. This didn’t feel like the light playful chats in the elevator. When did these interactions change? When did all the same words that you used to use before suddenly mean something different?

Sephiroth suddenly leaned closer towards you, a small smirk crossing his lips. “I am nice to you.” The way he spoke was next to a purr, “Did you want me to be mean?” It felt like the mako glow in his eyes brightened for a moment; he was close enough that you could see specks of the otherworldly green in his irises.

You wanted to die on the spot. He was not flirting with you, no matter how much it felt like it. No way. However, before you could stop yourself, you replied quietly. “...I like it when you’re nice to me.” The look on Sephiroth’s face melted into something else—something just as warm, just as intense, but something so much more genuine and it immediately scared you. Before he could say anything more you let out dismissive laugh. “Phew, I am a lot more exhausted than I thought. I-I should probably get home.”

Maybe the fear was reflected in your expression. Sephiroth fell back into his usual cool and stoic demeanor and you wanted to apologise—it was hard not to feel as though you had just ruined something important. Casual conversation you could navigate. This? What was this?

Of course you’d find a way to make a bad day worse. Of course you’d ruin a good thing. Of course you’d—

A large hand pressed into your lower back and guided you forwards, interrupting your downward spiraling thoughts. When you looked up at Sephiroth beside you, he simply watched and waited for you to take the lead. Nothing in how he looked at you had changed from when you had first exited the elevator. “There’s a car waiting for you outside.” That voice you so adored, was steady and warm and sure. Still the same.

Quietly you stepped outside with Sephiroth in tow. He opened the car door for you, nodding to the driver who did the same in return. You sat in the back seat, with the soldier leaning outside on the vehicle, looking in to make sure you were comfortable. 

“...Bye Seph.” You really did sound tired.

Sephiroth didn’t respond right away, but the silence wasn’t as heavy as the one inside the lobby. He placed a hand over his heart and bowed his head. “Goodnight.” You knew there was something else he wanted to say, but he held his tongue. There was another pause before he shut the door for you.

You leaned back in your seat and let the butterflies run rampant in your belly, let the buzz run through your veins, let it hum through your body. You covered your hands with your face. It felt like there was still something left to say, a conversation left unfinished.

From outside the ShinRa building, Sephiroth watched as you were driven away out of sight. He stood there, holding what he really wanted to say to you in his throat.

It was frustrating for him to know he could physically conquer any fight, any conflict, except for whatever he could see going on in your eyes. Did you know that he could see you becoming more and more tired with each interaction you had? It frustrated him to no end knowing that people took advantage of you and your time and your efforts. Idiots. Fools. 

How could he put into words how you made him feel? Sephiroth was no good at words. He just wanted to keep you safe. He just wanted you not to be tired. He just wanted you to always smile when you saw him—a smile that said you were genuinely happy to see him. Not the 1st Class Soldier, but happy to see Sephiroth himself.

The man snapped out of his reverie as his phone pinged with a message. A voice note from you.

▶• ıll— “...I missed you, Sephiroth. Welcome home.”

Sephiroth stared at the screen of his phone.

And then he replayed the message, just to hear your voice again.

#reader x sephiroth #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy vii imagines #final fantasy 7 imagines #ffvii imagines #ff7 imagines #final fantasy imagines

[multifandomfanficss]

Home Is Wherever You Are P2

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

With a very heavy emphasis on platonic!Christopher Smith/Peacemaker

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: You take Adrian, Gut, and Chris school shopping. It might be harder to keep the timeline in tact than you originally thought.

Warnings: mentions of/implied child abuse, panic, meltdown, crying, divorce, mentions of August Smith, cannon typical Peacemaker violence and language, homophobia

A/N: I’ve decided to start with biweekly updates! I’m post on Saturday and Wednesday. I’ll also be posting on my new AO3 adriansglasses. I’ve actually added all of my old work there as well. Hope you guys enjoy!

“You’re the most attractive person I’ve seen in my entire life.” Adrian smiles at you.

“Shut up. No, I’m not.” You blush hiding your face from your boyfriend.

“Don’t hide.” He pushes your hands away from your face. “Please don’t hide your pretty face. It’s like the prettiest face I’ve ever seen and even if it wasn’t- which would be totally absurd like have you even seen yourself? You’re so hot- anyway more to the point. Your personality is so attractive to me that you’re automatically that much hotter. That’s just math babe. Do two wrongs make a right?” You laugh at his comparison. To someone else that may not make sense, but to many people Adrian never made sense. To you, he always made perfect sense.

“You’re too nice to me.” You say smiling at him.

“Well you’re the only one who’s nice to me sometimes period and your pain in the ass loves you very much.” He kisses you.

“I never said you were a pain in the ass!” You laugh. He gives you a look.

“Okay, I may have said it once or twice, but I didn’t mean it. I was just teasing you.” You kiss him on the cheek as he holds you close.

“It’s okay. I know I’m annoying and hard to deal with sometimes.” You turn his face to look directly in your eyes so he knows you’re serious.

“Not to me.”

September 1st, 1994

You woke up to the sound of the chunky alarm clock on the nightstand. You could hear somebody cooking downstairs. You used the bathroom and made your way to the kitchen to find Diane making breakfast.

“Morning! I’m running a little later than usual this morning, so all I could really manage was toast and eggs. Hope that’s okay.” She gave you a sympathetic smile.

“That’s more than okay. I usually skip breakfast half the time anyway.” You admit.

“You shouldn’t do that. Adrian’s always trying to skip breakfast. He doesn’t like most breakfast foods. I’ve been trying to make sure he eats more of them.” You have to bite back a comment about how his future self is still just as annoyed by the concept. You think back to all his rants about how breakfast doesn’t make sense because it’s foods you can only eat in the morning. He was always annoyed that he couldn’t order pancakes at dinner time or a burger for breakfast unless he was in a diner. It just didn’t make sense to him. ‘What?! Suddenly diners don’t have to follow the rules?! It’s all just a bullshit societal construct!’ You could hear his voice now.

“You could have called me down to help.” You say as the food sizzles in the pan.

“You were sleeping. You had a long day yesterday. I need your help with something while I’m at work anyway.” She says, turning to take the toast out of the toaster.

“What can I do for you?” You ask without debate. She’s helped you a lot and she is Adrian’s mom after all. You never thought you’d get to meet her outside of an ouija board. It’s the least you can do in your current situation.

“I have an envelope in my room for you with back to school money in it. It’s mostly just tip money I’ve been saving up from the restaurant. If you could bring the boys into town to get school clothes that would be wonderful. Adrian needs a little bit of everything. He just went through a big growth spirt. Dorian mostly needs new sneakers, but he should get a pair of jeans and maybe a couple shirts. There’s enough money in there to get a few things for Chris because God knows his father won’t do it. There should also be a little leftover if you want to get anything for yourself.” She says, beating the eggs.

“For me?” You question.

“You showed up with no clothes. You can have some of my old clothes, but I doubt you have the style of a divorced mom with two and a half kids. You should get one or two things you actually like.” She laughs.

“No, Diane I- I couldn’t-“

“Yes, you can and you will. This is basically just payment for the nannying gig.”

You smile at her. “Okay, fine. Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

After cooking breakfast and saying goodbye to the boys, Diane was off to the office for the day. She was a secretary at a nearby law firm. Waitressing was only her second job to help pay the bills after her husband left for another man.

“Dorian, do you know where Adrian’s shoes are?” You ask as you chase Adrian around the living room, trying to get him ready to leave. He had so much energy. You couldn’t say you were surprised.

“That’s not my name.” He sat there with his face in his gameboy, barley giving you the time of day. He was just radiating 12 year old angst. Honestly you couldn’t blame him. He was 12, Chris was 13, and they were both about to enter 7th grade. That’s hard enough on its own. It’s probably a lot harder when your mom is asking you to help look after your 3 year old brother because your dad just left because he’s gay. It’s 1994 in Evergreen, Washington and his best friend’s dad is the biggest homophobe in the country. None of this must be easy on him.

“What do you wanna be called?” You ask. He tears his eyes away from his gameboy to give you a look. It’s almost like nobody’s ever asked him or cared for his opinion.

“Gut.” He answers.

“Yeah that’s a much cooler name. My dad says Dorian is a pansy name.” Chris says, continuing to channel surf.

“Christopher Smith that is not nice and will not be tolerated when I’m around. Understand?” You know you can’t tell him his dad is wrong. You know if he challenges his dad now he might not make it back alive, so you hold your tongue for now.

“You can’t tell me what to do.” He huffs.

“Actually, as your babysitter, I can.” You turn to Gut. “Okay Gut, where’s your brother’s shoes?” You try again.

“By the door, under the bench.” He informs you.

“Thank you.” You smile, bringing Adrian to sit on the bench, so you can put on his shoes. There’s two pairs under the bench. You lift them up for him to choose between. One pair has dinosaurs on them and the other pair lights up. He very excitedly points at the light up ones. You can’t get him to sit still long enough to put on the shoes, so eventually you inevitably drop one.

“Motherfucker!” Adrian exclaims in his loud toddler voice.

“Adrian!” You say in shock. You want to laugh because this is so him, but you don’t wanna be blamed for this one. He’s only 3. He giggles at your reaction of the forbidden word.

“Motherfucker!” He says it again in a fit of giggles.

“Buddy, you can’t say that. That’s a grownup word. If you say it too many times you have to go to work and pay taxes.” You try to persuade him against the word.

“What’s taxes?” He asks.

“Taxes are what grown ups have to pay to people. They give a lot of money that you don’t have, so you shouldn’t say that word. Also not paying is a crime. I don’t wanna pay taxes, so I’m not gonna say it.” You try to bargain with him using toddler logic.

“But Dor and Chris say it!” He objects.

“Well, Dor and Chris are gonna have to pay taxes soon.” Adrian begins to cry. “Why are you crying, buddy?” You wipe his tears.

“I’m scawred!” He cries.

“Of what?” You ask.

“Taxes!” He cries.

“It’s okay. You didn’t say it enough times to have to pay taxes.” You pull his small, hiccuping body into your arms, not quite sure what to do. You feel kinda bad. Parenting is fucking hard. They say never parent your boyfriend, but you were taking it to a whole new level. You don’t think this is what they meant.

Finally you had wrangled the boys together and you were on your way to the store. You had to walk because Diane had the car at work and you obviously didn’t have one, but the store wasn’t far.

“Why do we have to walk? This is fucking stupid.” Chris complained.

“Chris, knock it off. We’re at the repeating age.” You gesture to Adrian, who was jumping around the cracks on the sidewalk. Luckily he wasn’t paying attention.

“Hey, Adrian!” Chris grabs his attention.

“Chris!” Adrian runs up to him, on his wobbly little legs.

“Don’t you fucking dare-“ The words came out of your mouth before you even had the chance to realize it.

Gut laughs. “You’re the one who actually said fuck in front of him.”

“Fuck!” Adrian repeats.

“No no no no no!” You try to stop him.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He says as he hops up and down with each fuck.

“No! I said…duck! I said duck!” Gut and Chris break into a fit of laugher.

“Rey’s lying, Adrian.” Gut tells him. Adrian stops giggling and his entire body language changes. He starts to cry, trying to walk away. His little legs don’t carry him very far. You turn to Gut and Chris.

“Please just stop! I just wanna get through the day. Would it kill you to just be nicer to him?!” You don’t mean to lose your temper with the boys, but you know this is only the start to a lifetime of bullying and provoking Adrian. You sigh, dropping your attitude. They’re all just kids. “Stay here for a minute.” You turn in Adrian’s direction and start racing after him.

You try to scoop his little body into your arms, but he screams at you. “NO! NO!” Okay. He’s not great with words, but he totally has no down. You decide to give him some space. Even if he’s not his adult self yet, he’s still a person. You know how easily overwhelmed he gets as an adult. You can’t imagine how upset his 3 year old self is.

“Buddy, I’m really sorry.” You apologize. Your heart breaks. You hate knowing you made him cry.

“P-p-pweas don’t weave!” He begs you not to leave through his tears.

“Hey…what’s going on? Why do you think I’m gonna leave?” You question him.

“Daddy lied to m-mommy and now he’s not here!” Adrian cries. Oh fuck. Of course he couldn’t fully grasp that his father had an affair and that’s why he’s gone.

“Adrian, listen to me. I will never leave you for something like that. I’m sorry I lied to you. Lying isn’t nice, but I’m here for you. I will always be there for you. Even if I’m not here with you, right next to you, I promise I will always love you.” You try to keep yourself from crying now. You can’t help, but think of your version of Adrian at home without you. You try to keep your tears in and stay strong for the younger version of the man you love right in front of you. They feel like different people, but they’re not. This is Adrian and you need to help him.

“Lying isn’t nice!” Adrian repeats, sniffling as his tears slow.

“You’re right. It’s not. Do you want a hug or do you not want to be touched?” You ask.

“Hug!” He cries, crashing into your open arms. You hold his little body as he cries.

“Even if you can’t see me, I’ll always be with you. I love you.” Everything about this is so fucked up. You shouldn’t even be here. You’re messing with Adrian’s life. You’re messing with Chris’ life. Everything about this feels so wrong, but when he’s crying in your arms like this all you can think about is the restless nights when you’d cuddle with your boyfriend and he’d shed a tear or two about his childhood. You knew how much it effected him even now and you just wanted to protect him from all that was to come and heal all that had already happened, but you knew you couldn’t do that. Time had to run its course.

After you helped baby Adrian collect himself you joined Chris and Gut back on the sidewalk and continued your way to the store. Town was small, so the walk wasn’t long, but luckily you had a new Walmart nearby. In your day this Walmart was shitty, but in 1994 it was new. You let Gut and Chris walk around on their own with the promise they’d meet you in the men’s clothing section. You were going to take Adrian to the toddler section. Toddler clothes were cheaper and he was growing fast, so you picked out a couple different outfits for him. You grabbed some basic pants and socks that would match everything and let him pick his own shirts. He settled on a shirt with a spaceship on it that said ‘I’m so cute it’s out of this world’. He also picked a Barney shirt and an Aladdin shirt after making a comment on how both Jasmin AND Aladdin were pretty. You then brought him to your side of the clothing department to grab a shirt or two you liked before meeting up with the boys. After settling on some basic shirts, you were on your way to meet Chris and Gut when you passed the electronic isle and you caught Chris staring at a tape recorder. Even from a distance you could tell he was about to cry as he put it back on the shelf. Gut was nowhere to be seen, probably waiting in the men’s isle like was supposed to. He usually listened better.

“Hey, Chris…”

“I’m not crying!” He wipes his eyes.

“I know.” You give him a smile.

“I just got dust in my eye. They need to clean these shelves better.” He crossed his arms across his chest. You crouched down in front of Adrian.

“Hey, Ade. Why don’t you go pick out a movie for us to watch tonight from the clearance bin?” He wiggled excitedly before taking off towards the bin of cheaper VHS tapes.

“Stay where I can see you!” You called after him. He did just as you said and stayed in your line of vision as you talked to Chris more privately.

“Level with me. I know you weren’t crying, but if you had been crying…hypothetically of course…you could tell me anything. You know that, right?” You weren’t sure if you were breaking the timeline, but at this point you didn’t care. Chris deserved to be able to trust someone in his life.

“I wasn’t crying.” Chris tried to walk away from you, but you caught his arm in your hand.

“Chris, wait-“ He hissed as you made contact with his shoulder. Your jaw drops and you can almost feel tears in your eyes. You pulled up his sleeve to reveal small, circular burn marks. They were burns left behind from where his father had put out cigarettes in his arm.

“Stop starring at me like I’m a freak and just let me go.” He pushes you off of him and he walks away. You knew this job would be hard, but it’s a lot worse than you expected. You had no idea it would be this awful constant moral battle between letting these kids get hurt and keeping the timeline in tact. After realizing you were all alone and you could still see Adrian, but he wasn’t paying attention to you, you started to cry. After taking a deep breath you wiped your tears and picked up the tape recorder, putting the shirts for yourself on the shelf. Fuck it. Chris deserved something his dad couldn’t ruin. So what if you had to wear Diane’s maternity clothes and any clothes her husband left behind? You knew how much he loved music. He deserved this. Timeline be damned he deserved one fucking thing in his life untouched by his father. You hid it in the cart under some of Adrian’s clothes before heading to him digging around in the clearance vhs section.

“Rey!” He called for you as soon as he saw you.

“Adrian!” You called back, pretending to be happy. “Did you pick one?” You ask.

“This one!” He says, excitedly shoving the tape in your hands. You couldn’t help, but smile a real genuine smile. In your hands was a copy of the movie Adrian told you was his favorite growing up; The Brave Little Toaster.

“Have you seen this one?” You ask.

“No!” He smiles, hardly able to stand still.

“You’re gonna love it.” You smile, placing it in the cart. You take his hand and you both head to the men’s section to get clothes for Gut and Chris. Gut picked out a Green Day shirt, while Chris picked out a Nirvana shirt. You were happy when Chris didn’t pick up the Green Day shirt because you knew having that might get him in trouble in the next 10 years when they come out with American Idiot. His dad’s gonna hate that. These were of course considered hot new bands and most of their most famous songs weren’t even out yet. After picking out a couple more clothing items you headed to checkout. You were thankful Adrian was being such a distraction because Chris didn’t even see you put the tape recorder in the bag. With the remaining money, you took a bus to Fennel Fields for dinner where you told Diane you’d meet her on her night shift.

“Mommy!” Adrian yelled running up to her as soon walked through the door. It was nice to see him with his mother.

After grabbing a pizza you headed home. When you got there you pulled Chris aside and gave him the tape recorder.

“Happy birthday.” You said handing him the Walmart bag.

“It’s not my birthday.” He gives you a strange look.

“I know. Just think of it as an advance on your birthday gift.” You smile as he starts to open it.

“Is this mine?” He asks in shock. You nod. “Why did you do this?” He asks.

“Because you deserve something that’s yours that you enjoy.” You say as you watch his eyes well up with tears again.

“I’m not crying.” He says again.

“I know. But even if you were…it’s okay…” He stares at you for a moment before bringing you into a wordless hug. You stand there for a moment, shocked. You never expected this from him, but you wrap your arms around him anyway.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. You deserve it.” You remind him. You know it won’t change the timeline much, but this time, you hope it does something.

After tucking Adrian in, you leave Gut and Chris to play video games until Diane gets home. You head to your room, flipping onto your bed with a sigh. You just hope you did the right thing. You open your phone and head to your voicemails. This has almost become routine.

“Hey babe, it’s me. I’m just calling because I know you had a bad day today and I was thinking…” You close your eyes, as the voicemail plays and you begin to cry. You’ll see him again one day. You have to. You didn’t know how or when, but you had to. You’d figure it out. You’d make a plan.

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[iloveyoulinpeckettcomic]

TIPS on drawing BIPOC ocs!

Soooo I recently did a collab with another webcomic creator, if you have seem my last post you know what one : ))

as soon as I saw the wonderful artwork I received I noticed something that felt off to me, it's lin's skintone.

This is my Oc Lin Peckett (main character of my comic I Love you Lin peckett)

I never specified her ethnicity (which is my fault on my part) I thought people might know by her looks that she's a POC. specifically she is black/Mexican mixed (I believe blaxican is the term used sometimes)

here are some examples of people I based her off of aesthetically

they are all people of color, share similar skin tone and hair as her. these images are good inspiration to use!

these women in these pictures are all women who are black/Mexican

I used the eye dropper tool to pick 3 different shades of color for comparison, notice how multiple shades are similar to her skintone

lin has tan skin thats more on the lighter side, sometimes her skin tone changed depending on the lighting but her main color is tan. she has lots of warmer tones compared to cooler tones, so keep it more on the yellow side than red/pink compared to other skintones. you can see a difference between the top and middle one than to the bottom one.

here are some white women to compare lin's skintone to

notice how some are similar to her skin, you might think ok so she's white NOPE, look a second time and notice how the color that matched best with her are the parts of these women's faces that are shaded or shadowed. using these women are not good references and if you notice most of them have more pinker tones, lin has warm toned skin.

heres two pieces of artwork I received recently of my oc lin, (both by wonderfully talented creators I'm grateful to get art from) but notice how bluedragon's artwork is the same as lin's. that's because she used an art programs best friend

the eye dropper tool!

this thingy?

it's literally in every single art program ever created, yes even mspaint

use it if you're not sure what skintone to use on a character!

but back to that drawing, you can see a big difference between the two pieces the one on the left by bluedragon is accurate. and the one on the right is by mk-wizard which has lin is very light skin. which is just not correct lol

so let's use are little friend again (the eye dropper tool) to recolor lin with the skintone used in mk-wizard's artwork. as you can tell it's a BIG difference! lin would be a unseasoned piece of chicken if I colored her like this lol (get it …chicken.. HA)

so my final notes to this long post is, please study the character you are drawing a bit more, ask questions. I know this artist isn't whitewashing lin purposely it's an honest mistake that could be anything from different computer monitors showing up different tones? or them being inexperienced drawing POC? which you have all the time in the world to keep studying while drawing! it's okay to make mistakes and learn from them : )))

also this isn't a "callout post" or anything negative towards the artist, this is simply some advice not just for them but for every artist.

I hope this helped in any way possible? and if I missed anything or made any mistakes pls educate me more on drawing BIPOC! I love to hear advice <3 anyways have a good day and drink some water bye~

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[greetings-and-salutations]

“HAY MAZE - ENTER HERE”

Peter Parker x Reader

Day 1 of the 13 Nights of Halloween Spooktacular!!!

Masterlist

(Gif not mine)

A/n: yes I’m aware the Gif is a corn maze and not a hay maze… 😬😂

Requested? No

Summary: Peter’s had a crush on (Y/n) for, quite literally, as long as he could remember. But, was he going to tell her? Absolutely not! That would ruin everything. He’d practically resigned himself to never speaking to her at all, for fear he’d open his mouth and say something stupid, but, what was he to do when she showed up to the same fall festival as him, wearing the cutest costume he’d ever seen, and screaming for his help when things went sideways like they, inevitably, always did?

Warnings: starred out swear words, significant lack of adherence to original plot line, MJ’s a lil mean but in a friend kinda way? 🤔😂, I picked out your costume, sorry 🤷‍♀️😂 Oh, and you’ve got a lil sibling 👌👌👌

Pairing: Tom!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

“God, Parker, you’re such a loser! And that Spider-Man costume’s not even good!” Flash Thompson called out across the street, which was bustling with children and teenagers alike, all collecting candy in their Party City best.

It was Halloween night, and Peter and his friends had decided to spend the evening at a festival just down the street from his apartment, complete with booths full of candy, costumes, and goodies of all sorts. And, of course, the shining diamond of the event: an almost two block long hay maze. Peter was still unsure where they’d gotten permission for such a structure, though opted not to think too much about it. He knew from experience the wacky stuff one could get away with in this city if they had enough money.

Ned rolled his eyes, as the trio took in the poorly constructed Marty McFly costume Flash was currently sporting. Clearly, in Ned’s opinion, it was nothing in comparison to the Spider-Man costume in question, which, you caught him, was just Peter’s suit without the mask. But, what can he say? Costumes are expensive and never worth the inheritance you have to give up for them, anyways.

But, Peter didn’t care what Flash had to say. He thought he looked great and he was intent on having a good time, even if it killed him. Which, judging by the sheer amount of sugary treats in some of the stalls around them, it certainly might.

“He’s such a jerk.” Ned complained, flicking his cape in disgust. Peter, regrettably, wasn’t quite sure who his best friend was supposed to be. But, based off the reaction MJ had received for a similar question earlier in the evening, he decided that keeping that small fact to himself was in his best interest. Speaking of MJ…

“You did kind of ask for it dressing up as Flash’s boyfriend.” She pointed out, joining the conversation. MJ was dressed in her normal clothes, of which, in typical MJ fashion, she had blatantly refused to change out of. Sometimes that girl confused Peter, but, currently, he was too offended to care.

“Spider-Man’s not Flash’s boyfriend.” He argued, almost vomiting at the notion. Flash was the literal worst. He didn’t deserve Peter. He*l, he didn’t deserve a ball python with trust issues.

“Woah, calm down defensive.” MJ fired back, smirking as all this did was work the boy up more. But Peter couldn’t help it. She was poking her nose into something she shouldn’t. It was hard enough with Ned having figured out his secret.

“I’m not defensive!” He argued, his voice cracking a little at the end, and making Peter want to shove his head in the apple bobbing tub in the next booth over, wondering if his powers would prevent him from drowning himself.

“Clearly…” MJ replied sarcastically, before something Ned said caught their attention.

“Hey, look who it is!” Peter turned his head, to follow where the other boy was pointing, and his heart began beating erratically in his chest.

“Is that (Y/n)?” MJ asked, but Peter’s eyes remained on the angel just across the street. It was, indeed, (Y/n), the cute girl from their school that Peter had had a crush on for quite literally as long as he could remember. She was dressed different than usual, obviously, and Peter almost hadn’t recognized her with the white wings and cartoon halo. But there wasn’t another smile in the world that could send butterflies fluttering like crazy the way they were in his stomach. Or, perhaps bats were more on brand for the holiday season?

“Woah, she looks…” Peter couldn’t even put together a sentence, his mind all foggy with sickeningly sweet romance sh*t. That is, until Ned opened his mouth again.

“Hot.” Peter smacked him on the shoulder harshly.

“Dude!” He complained as Ned rubbed the sore spot with a pout.

“He’s not wrong. She does look great in that costume.” MJ interjected, shamelessly watching the angel girl as she spoke to a much younger devil. “You should go talk to her.” She added, watching the devil run off with a group of more elementary school age kids. Peter rounded on her in horror.

“Are you crazy?!?! She’s… and I’m… Ya know?!?!” Peter gestured wildly to prove his point, though even he was aware his words meant little to nothing. MJ raised a brow.

“Gee, that makes so much more sense now. Thanks for clearing that up.” She said sarcastically, ignoring Peters look of intense loathing as Ned spoke up.

“Seriously, dude, what’s stopping you? She’s right there…” He turned to where Peter knew (Y/n) was, before frowning. “Well… WAS right there…” Peter spun around to see what he was talking about and found that, his perfect little angel had disappeared.

“Where’d she go?” He asked no one in particular as his eyes searched the street for her figure, though, it was as if she had dissolved into thin air.

“Why do you care?” MJ asked with a sadistic chuckle. “Were you finally gonna tell her you’ve been pining after her since the third grade?” She asked, making Peter shrug, uncomfortable under her gaze.

“Maybe…” But MJ just rolled her eyes.

“Sure you were. C’mon, Ned. I want to look at those witch hats and you need to find something to distract from that terrible cape.” She said suddenly, pulling the other boy along with her and sending Peter a smirk over her shoulder, Ned following along as he was told.

“Okay… wait- what’s wrong with my cape!?!”

Peter chuckled at his friends before the realization seemed to set in: MJ had left him alone to go find (Y/n)…

+ + +

(Y/n) really should’ve assumed that when (Y/s/n) had asked her to take them trick or treating, she was really only being used for a ride. The pair hadn’t even been at the fall festival for fifteen minutes before (Y/s/n) was finding their friends, and leaving (Y/n) to fend for herself.

She supposed she wasn’t entirely alone. She’d seen a few kids from her school, Flash Thompson, among others, but (Y/n) surely wasn’t yet desperate enough to go searching for the likes of him to keep her company. She’d rather be the sad loner, thank you very much.

Although, standing out in the open might seem the teensiest bit pathetic…

HAY MAZE - ENTER HERE

Well… now there’s an option.

+ + +

Peter was pathetic. He knew that. Surely MJ knew that, what with the unprecedented amount of teasing she’d subjected him to in the last ten minutes. And (Y/n) had probably figured it out somehow too. He wasn’t exactly discreet about his deplorability.

Now, Peter Parker wasn’t scared of much. Being a superhero will do that to you. He’d fought Captain America for Hulk’s sake. But everyone who’s ever met him knew, Peter was downright terrified of not having (Y/n) in his life. It was stupid. He knew that. But try telling his heart that.

And, Peter knew, he couldn’t scare her away if he never spoke to her in the first place. It was a heartbreaking paradox of his own making, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

“Alright, MJ, lay off him. He looks like he’s gonna cry. You okay buddy?” Ned asked the last part in a whisper, as he patted Peter on the back. The pair had returned from their feeble attempt to fix Peter’s love life to find him exactly where’d they’d left him, though, substantially more dejected than before. The spider-boy shoved the comforting hand off him, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment.

“I’m fine. Can we just talk about something else?” He asked, hoping to get his mind off his hopeless crush. MJ, it seemed, finally decided to cut him some slack and nodded her head, before gesturing towards a sign up ahead.

“You guys wanna try our luck?”

HAY MAZE - ENTER HERE

He supposed that could work…

+ + +

Peter still wasn’t entirely sure how they’d gotten so lost. They’d only been in the maze for what felt like moments, before, somehow, Peter, Ned, and MJ had gotten themselves so turned around that they hadn’t only lost their sense of direction, but, rather, one another as well. Peter had a sneaking suspicion MJ had something to do with the situation, but supposed it didn’t matter now. He was in it, and all he could do was keep on walking and hope he was going the right way. There had to be a turn up ahead that revealed some sort of destination, whether it be the maze exit or perhaps a just-as-confused Ned, searching for him as well. Peter had no hope MJ was still looking for either of them. He’d bet his left web-shooter she was already out and laughing over their poor directional skills.

If all else failed, Peter guessed he could always go full Spidey and swing out the top. He knew it was cheating, but, really, who would know? He’d just go back in right before the end and pretend he found his way out just like everyone else. Poor Ned, though…

Suddenly, however, Peter’s contemplations were interrupted by a shrill shriek coming from somewhere further in the maze. His eyes widened in worry, and he threw caution to the wind, his mask quick to cover his face. as he readied himself to swing. He’d recognize that voice anywhere…

“(Y/n)!”

+ + +

In hindsight, it wasn’t THAT scary. The whole “haunted hay maze” thing was, honestly, a tad cringy at best, the plastic skeletons and colorful strobe lights acting as nothing more than a corny backdrop for an otherwise relatively entertaining game.

The rat, however, had seemed to come out of nowhere. And, while screaming like a little girl was not necessarily in (Y/n)’s nature, the thing was huge for a rat, and had brushed up against her leg with a considerable lack of warning.

How was she to know Spider-Man would show up because of her momentary freak out? As if she wasn’t already embarrassed enough…

“Are you okay? What happened?” He was checking her over for injuries, his hands holding her close so that he could inspect her, but that wasn’t what got (Y/n)’s words caught in her throat. That voice…

“Peter?”

+ + +

The white eyes in Peter’s suit widened, in no way hiding his shock from the girl in front of him . How did she…?

“Um… what? Im not- I mean- I’m Spider-Man. What are you-“ He tried to lower his voice, in an attempt to disguise it, but it was too late. The damage had been done. (Y/n) had already figured it out, somehow…

“Really, Peter? I know it’s you.”

Peter Parker was sure he’d never been more shocked in his entire life. Even that time when Tony Stark showed up in his house and kidnapped him to go to Germany couldn’t compare to right then: standing there, a foot away from the girl of his dreams, listening to her shatter his whole world with no more than a word. How did she figure it out? He thought he’d been so careful. Peter shook his head quickly, unintentionally making himself seem a million times more suspicious.

“It’s not me. I mean- I’m not-“ Could this get any worse? But Peter didn’t know the half of it…

“Wow. You know, I thought you were different. But turns out you’re a total jerk just like every other guy at school.”

Well that felt like a punch in the gut… If Peter was confused before, that was nothing on how he felt now. If she really had figured out his secret identity, that he was a superhero in his spare time, why was she yelling at him like he’d just shoved her into a locker and stolen her lunch money?

“What did I-“ He started, but she was not done, her rant sending her pacing in front of him in a way that reminded Peter far too much of his aunt when she was angry.

“You know it’s one thing to pick on me for being scared, but it’s really low to use your Halloween costume to pretend to be Spider-Man.” And suddenly Peter understood. He probably should have been grateful that she hadn’t discovered his biggest secret. But the alternative…

“Wait! (Y/n) please just let me explain-“ He tried, but the girl wasn’t having it.

“What’s there to explain? You thought it’d be funny to mess with the weird lonely girl. Well, congratulations! It was hilarious! Now I’d like to go home please, if I can ever find the end of this stupid maze!” She kicked the hay bale beside her harshly, though it did nothing more than stick little pieces to the bottom of her pants, as she groaned in annoyance.

Peter wanted to help and offered just as much, but (Y/n) was still fuming.

“I don’t want your help. I don’t need your help. I’ll be fine on my own. I don’t need some fake Spider-Man-“ It was at this point that Peter made a rash decision.

“It’s not fake!” He practically screamed, his whole body seething at the mere notion that he could do something so terrible to her. And she completely believed it too. That was the worst part.

Now, spilling the beans about his super alter ego to the girl he’d been crushing on for forever certainly wasn’t how he’d expected the night to go, but it also wasn’t really the end of the world. Ned knew. And that hadn’t caused too many problems as of late. Of course, it would help if she’d just believe him…

“Really, Peter, can you just-“

But, this time, their screaming match was interrupted by someone else: an all too familiar masked figure flying through the air over the festival, pumpkin-shaped bombs at the ready threateningly.

Peter’s face hardened at the sight of the Green Goblin, his fingers itching for his web shooters. Why now? Why tonight of all nights?

“The itsy bitsy spider went swinging through the hay…

C’mon little Spider boy! Come out to play!”

Peter didn’t want to. He wanted to stay here, with (Y/n) and finish explaining everything to her. He really didn’t want to leave her alone thinking the horrible things she had been about him. He wanted her to know everything… about Spider-Man… and his feelings…

But, Peter knew he had a job to do. Spider-Man did. And he’d take (Y/n) being mad at him a million times over if it meant she was safe. And as long as the Goblin was here, she wasn’t…

+ + +

“Who the he*l is that? Peter, we should… Peter?” (Y/n) spun in a complete circle, searching the narrow maze hallway for the boy who she swore had been there just moments before. But, alas, Peter was gone. Her gaze caught sight of a familiar red and blue figure swinging through the air in the direction the Goblin went, and her eyes widened in realization…

“Holy, sh*t… Peter Parker is Spider-Man…”

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[lovelyfanatical]

I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I'm With You - Chapter 9.3

Good evening fellow Drukkari stans, or whatever time it is for you! I'm back with the next installment! If you need to catch up, you can find all previous installments on my Table of Contents here. Last time, Druig and Phastos had a heart-to-heart, but will Druig actually take his advice? Find out now, on the next mini-chapter of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off!

Even with just four of them left, filming days were still quite long. That meant Druig didn't have time to talk to Makkari before dinner. Nevertheless, he was determined to keep things light with the group. Luckily, they were all on the same page after lunch.

Kingo joined them once again, saying they clearly needed him to spice up their conversation. Druig made him schedule an alarm for when to leave this time so Makkari wouldn't have to give up her room again. Despite this, he was glad Kingo was there. Their group had dwindled so much, and, to his surprise, Druig missed the larger gatherings they'd been having. With Kingo there, the room felt just a bit cozier.

Gil had graciously volunteered to host this week. He also made sure to steer the conversation away from the competition as much as possible, for which Druig was endlessly thankful. Unfortunately, their love lives were still very much on the table.

"You already know all about me and Thena. I've got nothing else to add," Gil explained when Kingo tried to pry.

"You've already dismissed me and my husband, so I've got nothing, too," Phastos added.

"Yes, and again, I meant no offense," Kingo replied.

"Offense still taken."

"So that just leaves…" Kingo trailed off as his gaze fell on Druig and Makkari. Gil looked at them expectantly, too, while Phastos seemed like he was holding in a deep breath as his eyes went to Druig.

"Don't look at me," Druig deadpanned to all of them.

You already know I have nothing new to report, Makkari retorted. What about you, Kingo?

Kingo clutched his imaginary pearls as he replied, "Makkari! You really think I'd hold out on you after nine weeks? And actually, I was wondering if you've heard from Sersi lately."

I told you everything I know about Sersi and Dane.

"Yeah, but next week, Ikaris will be back, too. Has she said anything about seeing him again?"

At this, Phastos' ears perked up. Druig saw the tension drain from Phastos' body as the conversation steered away from Druig and Makkari. Thankfully, Makkari didn't seem to notice.

"What's this about Ikaris and Sersi?" he asked.

Kingo beamed as he answered, "I'm so glad you asked."

He quickly recapped the Sersi situation for Phastos, with Makkari chiming in often to correct Kingo, particularly when it came to who found out what.

"Wow, Ben's gonna want to hear all of this," Phastos said once they'd finished.

"Anyway, back to my question! Makkari, has Sersi mentioned anything about seeing Ikaris again?" Kingo asked.

She hasn't, but I can't imagine it hasn't crossed her mind, she replied. You think I should ask?

"Oof, if she's not bringing it up, then that might make her more nervous."

"At least she doesn't have to worry about baking," Druig added. "Although, sometimes worrying about something first makes the real thing better by comparison."

Druig has a point. Maybe she'll be better off if she gets the nerves out first, Makkari suggested.

"Or you could psych her out. If Sersi doesn't bring it up first, I would leave it alone," Kingo asserted.

"Did I hear that right? It sounded like Kingo was opting not to interfere in someone else's love life," Druig teased.

"Hey, I can have restraint when I need to!" Kingo said defensively.

"We should've started hanging out with you guys sooner. This is like The Bachelorette in real life," Gil interjected, eliciting smiles and laughter from the rest of the table.

-

As they left Gil's room, Kingo hurried off back to his hotel, bidding them all a quick goodnight. Phastos said goodnight and looked pointedly at Druig. Druig gave him a quick nod, and the other man grinned subtly as he hurried off to his own room. Druig and Makkari were left standing in the hallway alone.

Walk me back to my room? she asked him.

Of course, he answered.

They walked in silence for about twenty feet before Makkari turned to him to say, Are we okay?

Druig's feet stopped so short, he nearly fell over.

Yeah, we're okay. Why do you ask?

Because you were a mess today and you haven't looked me in the eye since this morning. She took a step closer to him before she continued, Is this still about last week?

Makkari was standing quite close to him now, making it impossible for Druig to look anywhere but her face. Her eyebrows were drawn together in concern, and he could practically feel the hurt in her eyes. The thought that he was the one to cause it was almost too much to bear. Phastos' plea from earlier echoed in his mind. Druig took a deep breath before he answered.

It is, but it's not anything you did. I promise, he said. Her eyes softened a bit, so he continued. You said we should forget about it, and you're right. It's just taking me a bit longer than expected. I've been so stuck in my own head. This whole week, I thought I screwed things up between us and that you'd be furious with me. And I felt awful because even if we haven't known each other that long, you're the best friend I've made in a long time. I didn't want to lose you. And even when we cleared things up, I just couldn't stop thinking about… all of that.

Once he stopped talking, Makkari quickly pulled him into a hug. After a moment, he hugged her back, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She then pulled away to say, Of course you're not losing me. You're the best friend I've made in a while, too. I really don't know how I would've made it this far without you.

You would've made it to the final on your own. You're too good not to, Druig insisted. I'm the one who wouldn't have gotten this far without you.

Watch it. You're insulting my best friend, Makkari responded, her eyes narrowing slightly. Druig couldn't help but grin at her.

Hey, whatever happens tomorrow, I'm just happy that I got to meet you, he said.

Me too.

Druig initiated the hug this time, which Makkari eagerly reciprocated.

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So Druig does follow Phastos's advice... sort of. Anyway, hope you enjoyed that mini-installment! As usual, since the next one is the end of the chapter, it'll drop on AO3 before I post it here!

Part 33

#lovelyfanatical shares #drukkari gbbo au #drukkari #druig x makkari #eternals #eternals fanfiction #return of the fluff #kingo is here for the DRAMA #phastos is decidely not #at least not if makes things awkward for him

[reginarubie]

I saw you mentioned that you were thinking of writing a genderswapped Orpheus and Eurydice Jonsa meta. There was one thing I was wondering about, which is that the point of the Orpheus/Eurydice story in Ovid is that he fails.

I'm always interested when Orpheus/Eurydice is mentioned as a mythical parallel for a pairing, because compared to Osiris/Isis which has a successful resolution, by comparison the idea behind Orpheus/Eurydice is very different. It's very bittersweet, and not always a positive idea to see paralleled---Eurydice is meant to stay dead.

On the other hand, what you have going for your wonderfully written metas is that the fairytale motif of the Search for the Lost Husband has so much potential---as you've demonstrated---with Jonsa, that I'm wondering if Orpheus/Eurydice is a true parallel here. It's worth noting it's their wedding day that she dies, and I'm pretty sure if a Jonsa wedding happens it will be after Jon is transformed into a man again from a Beast.

Do you think Orpheus/Eurydice is an interesting parallel because Sansa might not be successful at saving Jon first, or potentially ever? Also, what do you think of other Search for the Lost Husband stories, like Ishtar's?

I would still really love to read what you have to say, because obviously you haven't written the post yet, and I wonder how ASOIAF would recontextualize the Orpheus/Eurydice myth. GRRM definitely has respect for the cycle of life/death---Lady Stoneheart's prolonged life and resurrection is a curse, but will allow her soul to be settled by her wayward daughter---and so I wonder what the exact characterisation will be of Jon's undeath. It's definitely appropriate to consider, because Orpheus/Eurydice is so beautiful, but it is heartbreaking. I guess that's the right tonal chord for GRRM. (:

If I've pre-empted what you're already going to write, no worries. I think I got a bit excited. Love your writings, and it's always sweet to see you add a foreword to your posts about the complexity of myth. I think the most important thing is to consider about GRRM himself would employ it, not just appreciating the complexity of mythic traditions as they are respected academically, and you completely cover that anyway, along with great overlooks. I especially liked how you connected Ishtar and Aphrodite.

Ciao anon!

So, first things first thank you for all your compliments, I am glad you find my metas interesting and worth reading (I know they are long and sometimes I fear tedious; anyway, digressing) 🙃 and I always enjoy when I see people enjoying ‘em.

Pertaining Orpheus and Eurydice peculiarities, it is an heartbreaking and bittersweet myth (I don’t remember if I have written it in the “get to know your author reply” — but I had written a reboot of this precise myth in high school during creative writing course in which Orpheus was not overcome by the need to look back, but actually did look back purposefully because he felt like Eurydices belonged to the dead instead of the living — anyway digressing) and due to this I feel compelled to say it might actually be even more fitting of the kind of story Martin is writing, like you said it seems to strike the exact chords of GRRM’s writing and as I feel the best feature of his creative style is making the psychological and historical motifs of his character plausible and real life is often bittersweet I do feel like I wouldn’t be surprised if he got inspired by bittersweet myths.

Actually I think Orpheus and Eurydice have more in common with Osiris and Isis than the meets of the eye — as whilst Isis does manage to put back together Osiris, her husband still belongs to the dead and thus leaves her to stay in the afterlife and it is only thanks to the sacrifice of one of Horus’ eyes that he gets enough strength to actually rule as king of the afterlife, it is bittersweet too as they are separated and while she managed to give him new life that life is not with her — so somewhat it is like Orpheus and Eurydice as Eurydice belongs to the dead and remains dead as Orpheus lives on.

So, since I believe that it’s totally possible that we get in the book Jon and Sansa as separate entities and we can grasp the pull they have on each other due the inner dialogue but not on acted on events these kind of myths seem to be fitting like a glove to Jonsa (both Osiris and Isis and Eurydice and Orpheus) especially as I think that the end might give us Jon going beyond the Wall for a time leaving the finale open for him to return to Sansa or acknowledging their feelings only due inner dialogue in the span-time of asoiaf whilst leaving open the possibility of them beyond ADOS into actual spring so beyond the events of asoiaf.

I actually have my theory about resurrection in asoiaf (I have spoken briefly about it in a darkDany post and I have planned a serie of metas focusing on each resurrected character and the differences and point in common of each to recognise a pattern) but I won’t digress here on it (tho I should really start working on it because it feels important to the other metas I have planned) but you can find it briefly explained here (in the second installment of my theory of resurrected Dany as darkDaenerys Targaryen).

Of course each myth must be contextualised and put in perspective trying to gather the author’s intention of employing it as an influence in his writing which is why it is imperative to try and consider all version reachable through our means of the same myth as we’ve discovered with the opposition of Venus and Astarte or Ishtar it can make a whole deal of difference especially when we are considering a well read man as Martin as an author.

Ah — don’t get me started on the motif of the Lost Spouse as we have it in asoiaf pertaining Tyrion (where do whores go?, part I it is actually a series of four replies on connecting matters but it does feature some details of the Lost Spouse applied to Tyrion’s toxicity) as well as foreshadowed for Sansa (and possibly Jon — Jonsa foreshadowing part III). I have merely touched the peak of the iceberg so to speak and there is so much still waiting to be searched, analysed and connected there…so much potential too (tho I have yet to research Ishtar’s lost Spouse, but I did said something about it when speaking of Sansa’s parallels with Günlod abandoned by Odin).

Too many foreshadowing context for Jonsa there!

I feel this parallel might be interesting because Sansa might manage to get Jon back to himself, however briefly, and as suggested by the show she may manage to save him (as Isis did) but that might mean for them to sacrifice their chance to be together to keep the other safe. Tho I hope it might be a temporary thing and that the author might give us the context to prove during spring they might actually go beyond that temporary separation.

Also, even tho I am praying for their happy ending (nor just a bitter sweet one) I try to be as unbiased as I can so I like to analyse even those hypothesis that might give us a different insight confronted to what we’d like to see. 👀 guess I like seeing my theories fall from time to time.

Failure to save a loved one is something Sansa struggles with since the end of AGOT when she tries her best to save Ned, thinks she got it resolved and actually has not — from thereon it’s an ongoing motif for her, she saves Dontos at first but is unable to save him later, and it keeps popping up with the theory of her discovering LF poisoning Robert and acting on her subtly overpowering LF by keeping Sweetrobin safe — so I feel that myths like these with partially resolved issue (Isis and Osiris, Günllod and Odin as well as Orpheus and Eurydice) are extremely pertaining to her character; so worth a shot so to speak even only to further analyse her character.

I hope I have replied to all you have asked and written, feel free to correct me if I am wrong and actually lost something in my reply, I end up always digressing and loosing track of the original pattern of the reply 😅. Thank you again for all the nice compliments, once I’ve written and posted the new meta I will be very excited to see what you think of it (if you want, always)!

I wish you a very wonderful day!

#jonsa #anon asks #ask the hag #jonsa foreshadowing #jonsa mythology #mythology and jonsa #mythology essays

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❝ you’re my favorite person in the world. ❞ (( Mirio @ Tamaki ))

-   ✩   「 @honeydewmuses 」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   Mirio is… strange.

Not in a bad way! But strange in how effortless all of this seems to be for him. How easily he can say how he feels, no matter how vulnerable an emotion it is. No matter how bared his soul, how genuine his sentiment, he says it with a smile. With that bright, sunshine-stealing smile. The very sky above seeming to pale in comparison to the blue of Mirio’s eyes, deep and distinctive as they may be. Sometimes, Tamaki wonders if a piece of the sky fell down when Mirio was born, sharing it’s color— it’s life, with the boy in front of him.

Frankly, Tamaki wouldn’t be surprised if Mirio was born of the heavens itself. With sunshine in his hair, sky in his eyes, and the air itself enveloping the other’s energy. Mirio makes it easier to BREATHE. To exist. Mirio is... Well, he’s strange. Wonderfully, bewilderingly, undeniably strange. All of this flashes in Tamaki’s mind within seconds, the young boy already understanding why but far too scared to say anything about it. Unlike Mirio, he needs a few layers protecting his heart, even around the boy who stole it in an instant. Besides, there’s no need to. They are too young for things like love and honestly, Tamaki doubts he fully understands it anyway.

He knows WHAT it is... Has heard countless stories about love. Seen it in the world around him. Knows what it would entail... Hand holding and hugs and honey-coated words. But he can get those from Mirio already. That’s the nature of their friendship, of Mirio himself. So full of love for the people around him, for the world and everything life can entail. More love than Tamaki is sure he has within, fear sullying the things most may find joy in. But for all his faults, Tamaki IS certain of one thing. Whatever love may be, whatever he may not yet understand about it, whatever age and experience will reveal to him... one thing will never change.

He’ll never stop loving Mirio.

How could anyone?

❝  You’re my favorite person too.  ❞  Tamaki shares, words quiet but not faltering. Indigo hues lower to the side, Tamaki twiddling his fingers yet feeling a sense of peace wash over him at the admission. It’s... easy to say things like that to Mirio. At first it had been difficult, Tamaki not sure if he was allowed to be so open about such things. Not wanting to drive Mirio away by being overly-sensitive. But it hadn’t taken long for Tamaki to realize how foolish a fear that was. Mirio would never leave someone for being honest about their emotions.

Most of them, anyway... But it’s still more than Tamaki has ever offered another soul.

❝  I... really like being around you.  ❞  Tamaki adds, the admission probably obvious considering how closely the boy clings to Mirio’s side whenever possible.  ❝  You’re warm. Safe... I didn’t know I could feel this- happy. You’re like... a sunny day. But in person form. If- If that makes any sense....  ❞  It probably doesn’t. 

But Tamaki still said it... and he can’t seem to regret it.   「 ☆ 」 

#(( makes it bbies because YES )) #canon-fcdder #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ... ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ? ❞ ¦ 「 Tamaki IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴍʏ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟᴛʏ ❞ ◌ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ¦ 「 Tamaki 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴇᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Mirio 」 #honeydewmuses #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᴀꜱ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ? ❞ ¦ 「 Tamaki and Mirio 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴇxᴏᴛɪᴄ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ; ɪ ᴀᴍ ʟʏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🐈 Being Nekoma's Manager 🐈

Being Kuroo's Little Sister and Dating Kenma

Kenma Kozume featuring Nekoma x Kuroo YN

Warnings: I don't think there are any actually??

AN: This is an Anon request!

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Fun fact, Nekoma, Seijoh and Inarizaki are my favorite teams 🙌🏻

That had absolutely zero relevance in these headcannons but here we are 😅

Ok back to the program

First off, being the manager for Nekoma is like randomly picking out Jelly beans to eat

Sometimes, you get pink or red one and everything is great 👍🏻

The days are great and everything is fine

And sometimes you get the licorice jelly beans 🙃

And everything is absolute chaos

Add to the fact that your big brother just so happens to be Kuroo and well, I think you can see where THIS is headed 🙄

Seriously I think Nekoma would be one of the best teams to manage in Haikyuu

Like they have Yamamoto but like even he's containable to some extent 😆

They also have Lev but like in comparison to the other teams, I feel like they got off light 🤣

So when your brother asks you to manage the team, you of course agree

I mean, you need a club and you get to spend quality time with your brother

It's a win win 🏆

You also get to spend time with Kenma 👀

Whom you just happen to have a huge freaking crush on

And spoiler alert: he has one on you too 😍

But you don't know that yet

Because Kenma gives nothing away

Mans will take notes and observe you while he's play his video games and you will have no idea

He's stealthy 😶‍🌫️

You've known Kenma for years through your brother

You totally tagged along with them for everything

Kuroo was annoyed, Kenma was entertained 🤗

Anyways, that's how your friendship with Kenma developed

But it wasn't until high school that Kenma saw you as more than "just a friend"

The fact that you were friend zoned 😭😭😭

Anyways, when you walk into your first day of volleyball practice and Kenma sees you

Everything changes 🌈

His eyes widen 😳 and he just stares

Like mans isn't even LOOKING at the game in his hands 😲

When you see him and smile, whooo ✋️

That's the end YN, you've got that man 4 life!

From that day forward, we begin the awkward journey to dating Kenma 🤣

Ok but seriously, I think it would actually be you who has to push a relationship

It's not that Kenma doesn't want a relationship but he's not going to ask you out

He wants to know you like him first

Mans doesn't want his heart shattered 🥺

So when you start hanging out with him, sitting closer to him and dropping all the hints, he'll notice

But you have to make the first move

But like, all you have to say is "I like you Kenma"

Then he will say "then go out with me"

Boom 💥 👏🏻 that's it

Now I bet you're wondering how your big brother feels about all of this

Well, honestly he's so jealous 🤣

Not that Kenma had taken you away oh no no

Quite the opposite actually, that you've taken Kenma from him 😅

Please you and Kenma are a dream team when it comes to ganging up on Kuroo

"Kenma will you get up"- Kuroo

"Lay off Kuroo, I'm literally standing here ready to go"- Kenma

"Yeah he's at least exerting his energy to do more than just yell at people"- you

Boom 💥 high five 🤚🏻

Yaku thinks you and Kenma dating is the best 🤣

You and Kenma have a great system

He tears Lev down and you build Lev back up 😆

"Lev your footing sucks"- Kenma

"But that was a great block Lev"- You 🤗

A classic case of good cop bad cop

Honestly it actually works for Lev

Yaku and Kai are amazed

Dream team material 🙌🏻

Normally, when it comes to you Kenma is pretty laid back

He will definitely show a level of affection towards you

Cheek kisses, holding hands, hugging

Please he does it right in front of Kuroo to get him all riled up 🤣

"Will you please stop touching my baby sister?"- Kuroo

"Will you stop watching us?"- you

"This is my team YN! I can kick you off"- Kuroo

"If YN goes, I go"- Yamamoto

Yaku, Kenma, Lev, Fukunaga and Kai all raise their hands to agree 🤣

However there is one person who can and will rile Kenma up 👀

He knows both of Kenma's weaknesses well

1) exercise 2) YN

And that is none other than Alaashi 😳

Seriously he's probably the most matched with Kenma in terms of strategy

I meam, he works with Bokuto come on people he has to have a strategy 👏🏻

So when Alaashi sees how close you and Kenma are, he gets a wicked idea 😏

Akaashi is a Sagittarius and we are legit so petty it's unbelievable

So when Nekoma is playing against Karasuno during training camp, Akaashi seizes his opportunity

"Hey there YN"- Akaashi

"Oh hi Akaashi what can I help you with?"- You, completely unsuspecting

"Well I was wondering if maybe you'd be available to help us tonight wirh extra practice? You are so capable and you know Bokuto adores you"- Akaashi

"HI YN" Bokuto, completely on cue waving at you 👋🏻👋🏻

Now Kenma looks over to see this exchange happening and his eyes are boring holes into Akaashi's head

If looks could kill, RIP Akaashi 🙏🏻

"Umm well, I'm not sure if I can or not"- you

Now Kuroo is fully engaged and smirking like crazy as he watches Kenma fuming

You look to Kenma to see him glaring 😑

"Come on Yn. It's just for a while"- Akaashi

"Umm ok I guess it wouldn't hurt"- you, shrugging

Ope 😅

Akaashi walks away so pleased

Bokuto is literally bouncing off the walls

Kuroo is smirking and poking the wound

"You gonna let Akaashi get away with that?"- Kuroo

"I'm coming with you to practice tonight"- Kenma

Pls kuroo is so shocked but so happy 🤣

You can bet that Kenma will not let uou anywhere near Akaashi during third Gym Squad practice 🤣

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu! #haikyu #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #haikyu x female reader #haikyu x you #haikyu x y/n #kenma kozume headcanons #kenma x you #kenma kuzome #kenma x reader #kenma x y/n #kenma x kuroo yn #kenma x female reader #nekoma manager #hq nekoma #hq kenma #haikyuu kenma #nekoma x female reader #nekoma x reader #nekoma cats #nekoma #nekoma x manager #nekoma x y/n #nekoma x you

[imgonnapanic]

Hello! I was wondering if you can do some hc for the pretty setter squad, how would they act if, while they are playing volleyball with the girlfriend and friends, they hit her pretty hard with a strong service?

This concept is genius, assjuice4ever.

Pretty Setter Squad Hitting their S/O with their Serve

Oikawa Tooru

OHHHH NAHHHHH

On the weekends, the Seijoh gym is open, and there are a couple volleyball nets

Sometimes Tooru takes you and his friends to pass the ball around

And every damn time he gets mad.

“No…PASS THE BALL-“

Like, this guy runs on a short volleyball fuse. If you suck, you suck.

Go away

“Except for you, y/n!”

“…bitch?”

Anyways, every time, his friends tell him not to get competitive.

But this is Tooru you’re talking about.

So before you know it, you’re getting pounded by a volleyball straight to the stomach. And you flop over like an inflatable noodle.

My man is over there in SECONDS. All his friends are giving him dirty looks and he feels SO BAD.

You sit out for a couple minutes and laugh at Tooru’s guilt-volleyball.

He free balls it into the net.

Is an absolute angel to you for the rest of the night, though.

Kageyama Tobio

Claims it isn’t his fault that you got walloped in the head.

You, a defensive specialist holding a state championship, wanted him to serve the ball deep.

And deeps balls are not exactly Kageyama’s strong suitTHATS WHAT SHE SAID

But you needed to get some repetition before you went to practice the following day.

Kageyama normally just rips the ball anywhere he wants, but it’s so hard it just lands in the middle.

So he had to take a little force out of it

And it accidentally went veering past the back line, straight at your forehead.

For a second he doesn’t know if you’re laughing or crying

Because you could have a concussion but that was also really fucking funny.

“Y/N, OH MY GOD.”

“AH HA AH HA HÆ”

“?”

Sighs in relief when you fold over laughing but makes sure you know how many fingers you’re holding up.

Kozume Kenma

In hindsight he could have used a little more common sense 😭

He told you (a person that had literally never touched a volleyball in their natural life) that his serve wasn’t that hard.

“WELL MAYBE TO A VOLLEYBALL PLAYER”

His serve is a flat serve, and it can be deadly.

But in comparison to Kuroo’s and Yamamoto’s, his didn’t seem that bad.

It slaps you right in the arm, and makes a terrifying-sounding thwack. 

“ohhhh 😬”

And you do that thing that all new volleyball players do and freak out.

“KENMA MY ARM IS LITERALLY RED RN”

“uh…that’s what happens…i guess”

“LITERALLY DIE”

You settle yourselves with passing the ball back and forth

Kenma doesn’t have the energy for much more than that

But it is chill for a little while

Akaashi Keiji

You, a libero

Were practicing with Akaashi, a setter

On your guys’ serve receive.

Short serves are not really your thing, so Akaashi is sending a few of them over.

Let’s preface this with the fact that Akaashi missed half the serves he tried to put in front of the ten foot line.

“Babe, you can scoot up if you want”

“…no.”

He is consistent as hell normally, but he doesn’t really know how to serve a really short ball.

So when one finally trickles over the net, you lunge for it as fast as you can, but the ball is already on the ground.

And you’re still flying across the court.

You end up rolling right over the volleyball (which is painful on its own) and end up with a scorching floor burn on top of that.

“SHIT.”

“Damn-“

“KEIJI.”

You end up hobbling back to your feet, grabbing the ball…

And launching that motherfucker right back into his face.

That was the smack heard ‘round the world

#haikyuu #anime #anime art #haikyuu headcannons #sports anime #oikawa headcannons #oikawa x reader #pretty setter squad #kageyama headcanons #kageyama x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi headcanons #kenma headcanons #kenma x reader

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: Of Herbs and Stewed Rabbit

EEEEEYYYYYYY IT’S THE RABBIT CHAPTER LET’S GOOOOO

If I had a nickel for every time I had to Google a plant name in Tolkien’s description of Ithilien, I’d have at least two dollars. But boy, I’m not complaining. This country sounds like absolute heaven in comparison to the Marshes.

A BATH!! THEY HAD A BAAAAATH 8-D !!!!!!!

I’m ecstatic about this for two reasons. One: I empathize heavily with the hobbits. Poor things haven’t been able to wash the wretched stink of the Dead Marshes off of them for like—what, half a week?? There isn’t even enough fresh water on the outskirts of Mordor to drink, let alone clean yourself, and they’ve been caked in that disgusting ooze for days. Tolkien has this habit of signifying “okay, the characters are taking a rest now, and you can too” by mentioning that the hobbits had a bath, and this is one example. It feels like an immediate reward to Frodo for his decision to follow Gollum forward.

And two: Now I don’t have to draw those dark spatters on their clothes anymore LOL X’-D

“Let’s find a place to lie up in. Not lower down. Higher up for me.” I know this is a technicality, because they do end up sleeping on the ground anyway, but can I call this character development from when the hobbits were all shirking at sleeping “up high” in Lothlorien??

“Frodo after a few mouthfuls of lembas settled deep into the brown fern and went to sleep. Sam looked at him.” Oh. OH. 8-D Is this the part?? IS IT???

“Frodo’s face was peaceful, the marks of fear and care had left it; but it looked old, old and beautiful, as if the chiselling of the shaping years was now revealed in many fine lines that had before been hidden, though the identity of the face was not changed.” My smile is growing so much as I read this paragraph hhhhhhhhh

8-O

IT IS!!!

IT’S THAT PART!!!!

“I love him. He’s like that, and sometimes it shines through, somehow. But I love him, whether or no.” AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

*FALLS DOWN THE FREAKING STAIRS*

I LOVE THEMMMMM

LEAVE ME ALONE SHUT UP

*rolls on the ground cackling*

Oh Gollum’s back

Rabbits!

PO-TA-TOES!!

BOIL ‘EM, MASH ‘EM, STICK ‘EM IN A STEW *starts beatboxing*

(I’m so glad I decided to read this before work today hahaha)

“Frodo half opened his eyes as Sam stood over him, and then he wakened from his dreaming: another gentle, unrecoverable dream of peace.” Hhhhhhhhnng

Sam mimicking Gollum’s speech patterns is very funny.

EEEEEYYYYY FARAMIR

Wassup my bro?? 8-D

“‘And Elves are wonderous to look upon, or so ‘tis said.’ ‘Meaning we’re not, I take you. Thank you kindly.’” PFFFFFFFT—

How to make friends, with Samwise Gamgee: Step One, meet someone you’ve never seen before. Step Two, trade insults.

Once again, Frodo’s silver tongue shows its mettle. His courteous words to Faramir probably saved their butts.

*SPIT-TAKE* MABLUNG??

That name would mean nothing to me except for redbootsindoriath’s decision to torture me with Children of Hurin a while back

Do people in Gondor just name their kids after every historical figure they can think of?? Because man, what a legacy. “I name you after Sir This-Is-My-Fault and Guess-I’ll-Die.”

Ooh. So this part of the narration—“He wondered what the man’s name was and where he came from; and if he really was evil of heart, or what lies or threats had led him on this long march from home; and if he would not really rather have stayed there in peace”—that’s written from Sam’s POV, but it’s given to Faramir as dialogue in the movies, to help flesh him out. Nice.

SAM! GOT TO SEE!! AN OLIPHAUNT!!!

And immediately he’s like “well if that’s over I think I’ll have a nap now.” ROFL I love Sam X’-D

(GIFs by @tlotrgifs)

#samwise gamgee #frodo baggins #gollum #faramir #mablung #(both the human and the elf) #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing #assorted thoughts #hello and welcome to my new favorite chapter

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Jungkook and the hyung line

by Admin 1

I’ve seen countless posts talking about the bond between the maknae line, especially with a focus on JK and his bond with Jimin and Tae, so I thought let’s instead have a look at JKs bond with the hyungs. Even more so since two anons asked us if we could talk about them some time ago. Personally I adore JKs bonds with the hyungs, especially because they almost feel underrated in comparison to his bonds with the maknaes, and it’s so, so easy to see how much the hyungs love JK, how proud they are of the person he grew into, and just how talented he is. So, since it was JKs birthday just a few days ago, let’s have a little chat about:

Seokjin, who plays with him.

Yoongi, who encourages him.

And Hoseok, who comforts him.

Obviously Namjoon is also part of the hyung line, but he arguably has the biggest, most significant role in Jungkook’s life and history out of the four hyungs (after all it’s due to him that JK wanted to come to BH and on whom he had/has a boy crush, which he’d once said himself, his adoration for Namjoon so clear across the past ten years, his first and last role model), so I thought I’ll instead do a separate post on their bond sometime in the future. Besides, I’m sure this post itself will already be much too long though I will try to not go too overboard.

Place your bets now on how well that’ll work out.

Hobi

Among the bonds he shares with these three hyungs, I actually think the one he shares with Hobi might be the most underrated and overlooked one. Many people have a soft spot for Yoongi and JK due to HYYH and the BU, since their storylines are tightly interwoven and so tragically sad (“don’t you know what you mean to him?” watch me cry whenever I remember this line), and many adore his bond with Seokjin because they’re so chaotic and loud together. And yet, especially after watching Memories of 2020, I couldn’t help but be reminded once again just how close JK actually is with Hobi. Which is obvious when you actually look through an ARMY lens, instead of a shipper one.

We all remember the story of how, before Bangtan even debuted, Hobi decided to leave and JK cried, inconsolable, when he found out. He didn’t want Hobi to leave, and luckily, he did come back. I don’t even want to try imagining what Bangtan would look like without him, that’s like...impossible. Bangtan with any of the members missing is unfathomable. 

Anyway. 

During JKs birthday vlive Hobi was the one who banged on the door the moment the clock hit midnight, wished JK a happy birthday with laughter and a big sunshine smile, and then returned once again with a cake he’d bought and prepared himself, lots of slices to make an ice cream cake since they didn’t have a whole one he liked, or that was exactly what he wanted. JK looked so, so happy to see him there, it was adorable.

It’s so easy to see how much Hobi adores JK, after all, this year they’ve known each other ten years, an entire decade. Hobi, along with the other hyungs, watched JK grow up from a young teen into an adult. Back when JK was still in school, while Seokjin occasionally drove him, Hobi along with Yoongi used to pick him up after sometimes.

Japan FC magazine (2019) (trans. cr. kookceptional)  How does J-Hope fill you with happiness? Tell us an episode!

JK: He’s a positive person overflowing with human-ness so I’m always filled with happiness when I’m with him. We ride the car and go out to eat together often. He’s a good person so I love him ♡

Hobi to JK: We understand each other very well. He shows me mature sides of him that are un-maknae-like. I want to cherish his maknae-like, adorable sides. I’ve known JK since he was very young so I think about how “he’s grown so much” & “thank you for becoming a wonderful adult”.

JK finds so much comfort in Hobi, showcased through how often he seeks out some kind of physical contact with him, like the countless hugs we’ve seen them share, or through the way he’d smell Hobi’s hair (or him in general) since he finds his smell calming. And it isn’t just JK who does it, Hobi does it too, like in a behind the scenes moment from when they were performing in Brazil during the Love Yourself: Speak Yourself tour. There were three air mattresses, one occupied by Yoongi (who was joined by JK), one by Namjoon, and the third by Taehyung. Hobi through went straight for the one with JK and Yoongi even if it meant he had to practically lie on top of them and yet he laughed and seemed happy. Or all the times they shared a bed, bunk or tent during Bon Voyage, the way JK complained about Hobi getting up before him and going to wash up without him in the morning during Bon Voyage 4.

For the Euphoria MV that was made up of videos captured by the members which was posted for FESTA 2019, there was a clip showing Hobi covered by a blanket and JK snuggling into him, both of them asleep. 

Then, of course, from In The SOOP we have this beautiful moment of JK and Hobi sitting together after nightfall with JK playing his guitar while Hobi listens and watches him. At the time this was lovingly dubbed as Hobi’s Oh moment.

When it comes to gestures from JK toward Hobi, something I haven’t seen him do for the other members quite this way would be the art he did for Hobi. Like at the end of 2019 when Hobi posted a picture in his Weverse story of custom shoes JK had made for him, then of course the painting JK made for him during ITS last year, and the drawing he posted of Hobi for Hobi’s birthday this year. While Tae tried to talk him into doing that for all the members during an OT7 vlive sometime thereafter, and JK initially agreeing, Hobi is still the only member he’s done this for as of me writing this post. If you ask me, that’s quite the significant gift.

In his 2019 vacation LOG, Hobi told us about how JK was supposed to go to LA with him for his Chicken Noodle Soup MV shooting, but in the end it unfortunately didn’t work out. But once the song was released and Hobi did his vlive about it, JK was one of the members who came by during to show off his ability to dance the most iconic moment from the choreography and also say this:

Funny he’d say that considering he’d called Namjoon his boy crush two years prior, then again, can anyone blame him? Hobi is the easiest person to fall for on this planet, let’s be honest.

Lastly I’d also like to mention their dinners and picnics, some of which we know about since Hobi posted about them on twt, others that likely happened without us ever finding out about them.

These two might not get as much attention for their bond as some of the other duos and trios, and yet there is so much there to discover, so many cute and meaningful moments and gestures, their bond so sweet and full of care and laughter.

Yoongi

“Our Jungkook”...Until now, I worked with a lot of other people, and I spoke with many musicians. Of all the musicians I met, he’s the most talented. I say the same to all my colleagues. “I’ve never seen anyone as talented as him.” Everyone agrees. They say he’s good. -- Yoongi about JK, Let’s BTS (2021)

Japan FC magazine (2019) (trans. cr. kookceptional)  JK to Yoongi: If RM hyung is leading the team, I feel like Suga hyung is supporting us from below. He works in silence, but he’s reliable and makes me feel reassured when he’s there. I’ll tell you a secret. Suga hyung gets very adorable when he drinks alcohol ♡ (laugh)

Like I mentioned before, a lot of ARMY, myself included, developed even more fo a soft spot for the bond between Yoongi and JK after the beginning of the BU storyline, since it drew more attention to their actual bond as well. Both of them are introverts and I feel like that shows even in their interactions, dynamic and bond. While there’s lots of laughter and loudness in JK’s interactions with Hobi and especially Seokjin, things are much more quiet, subtle, yet not any less meaningful when he interacts with Yoongi.

There was a time some years ago when JK was the only other person who had the code to Genius Lab (Yoongi’s studio), back during the times of disbandment talks JK was one of the two members to receive a long message from Yoongi ending in him saying I Love You, something he doesn’t say often with words so it made the message even more meaningful. A few years ago JK mentioned how Yoongi offered to teach him how to play the piano, but in the end it didn’t work out since Yoongi simply wouldn’t scold him or be stern enough in his teaching to be effective enough for JK. Which is also something JK mentioned about Yoongi at some point, how Yoongi won’t scold him so he can allow himself to tease him and “annoy” him knowing full well that Yoongi will just take it. Of course he never goes overboard, and yet it’s a small, meaningful detail.

Though, speaking of Yoongi not saying no to JK, a few months ago during their Most Requested Live interview we found out that while JK used to say Suga hyung, he now simply just says Yoongi instead, meaning he drops the honorifics with Yoongi and he seems to just not mind it at all, just does his :] and that’s it. We’ve also seen that at the end of last year when they called Yoongi during an award show (?) VCR and JK said Yoongi-yah instead of Yoongi hyung.

There’s also this very sweet moment during what looks like something related to FAKE LOVE promotions where JK sits last in line and quietly wonders to himself out loud how he deserves this (as in being in Bangtan and having all these successes with the members). It seems like no one heard him at first, but then Yoongi turns to him and equally quietly tells him: “you were probably great at whatever you did (in your previous life).”

There’s also the underwear saga:

Yoongi: “Hyung...My black underwear is missing...” Sorry! Actually it was hyung! The underwear you were looking for...I was wearing it. I wanted to return it, but...You are a true man! The underwear had a hole. In the front! JK: Hyung! You know I don’t like sharing clothes.

Yoongi: Yes, the fans sent a lot of underwear. But mine keep disappearing. JK: I think I’m wearing them.

During his D-2 vlive Yoongi talked about how JK had recorded the guide for Dear My Friend for him, on the “BTS” version of So Far Away posted on soundcloud Yoongi had JK and Seokjin sing SURANs part, and we also know JK was supposed to have a bigger role in the MV for Daechwita but unfortunately due to time-constraints that didn’t happen (he was supposed to be the one to hold the drawing of Bang PD, especially since it was based on his original drawing from years ago).

Lastly, have a gif of this iconic moment from Bon Voyage 2:

Seokjin

Now these two and their dynamic is just a work of wonders. They have the biggest age difference (though it’s just a couple of months more than JK has with Yoongi) and they are the oldest and youngest member, so you’d think we’d feel that in their dynamic, and yet it isn’t so. At least most of the time.

Seokjin and JK are arguably known as the most chaotic duo in the group, always goofing around one way or another, laughing and just looking absolutely over the moon delighted to be together. There’s this amazing moment from one of the RUN episodes where they have to choose rooms randomly, as in no one knows in which room the members are that went before them. JK and Seokjin end up in a room together along with Jimin and Tae and they are just so happy to share a bed, it’s hilarious and so endearing.

(...) Suga jumps in, sharing that Jimin and V fight the most among the group. V replies, “We haven’t fought in three years!” They tell me this distinction now belongs to Jin and Jung Kook, the oldest and youngest members. “It all starts as a joke, but then it gets serious,” Jimin says.

Jin agrees and recounts what their arguments sound like. “Why did you hit me so hard?” he says, before mimicking Jung Kook’s response: “I didn’t hit you that hard.” And then they start hitting each other. But not that hard. -- Esquire 2020 (Cover Story)

Jung Kook to Jin: I like Jin’s persistency. I also like that he is a deep thinker but at the same time is light and casual. He feels like an older brother and also like a younger brother. I really like the flexibility in his thinking. -- Esquire 2020 (Selected Transcripts)

Back in 2011 when JK moved to Seoul from Busan he felt lonely and missed his home and his family terribly so, in order to help him, Seokjin took him for dinners to his family and showed him the city, took care of him so he wouldn’t feel so alone in a completely new environment as much as he could. JK once joked how actually he came to Seoul so he could raise Seokjin.

Back in 2019 Seokjin or JK posted this twt which we later found out, thanks to Seokjin while he was doing a Eat Jin, that him and JK volunteered to climb that mountain to film videos of themselves for ARMYPEDIA but that in the end the staff decided not to use any of the footage. Instead Seokjin thought/hoped that JK would eventually include them in a GCF but, as we all know, that never actually happened.

Just like with Hobi, watching Memories of 2020 was also quite enlightening when it comes to JK’s bond with Seokjin. There are countless scenes of them being together, doing something or even just sitting together quietly, others of them playing around or even JK carrying Seokjin on his back. Their bond is much stronger and more present than some make it seem and it’s so very endearing.

It’s also wonderful and cute to see how comfortable they are with each other, as showcased by the ankle kiss from the photoshoot for the 5th Muster merch or the selca Seokjin posted with a shirtless JK hugging him, or some years ago when JK proclaimed that he could basically get rid of the bed in his room to which the explanation for why was that he can just sleep in Seokjin’s bed instead, as well as how they take care of each other and seek each other out for comfort. Like during the MV filming for Spring Day (or maybe Not Today) where Seokjin warmed up JKs ears, JK hugging Seokjin for warmth during In the SOOP, or them sharing a parka during the filming of the Boy with Luv MV while giggling about it.

When JK injured his heel right before the London show back in 2018, Seokjin pushed him around on a wheelchair and danced around him on stage during the following concerts to make him feel included, as well as make him laugh and forget about his injury as much as possible. Of course he wasn’t the only one, but it was sweet nonetheless. 

During In the SOOP they spent so much time together cooking and in each others presence, and the same we’ve also seen in different moments across seasons of Bon Voyage, like during their time in Malta where at some point Seokjin “put JK on a leash”, as in connected them with like a belt or something, claiming that they couldn’t get separated. There was also the adorable moment of them rolling around in the snow during Winter Package earlier this year in a similar way to how we’d seen vmin do it during BV4. 

Speaking of which, while they were in New Zealand for BV4 and went on that giant swing and, JK being JK, decided to not only do it upside down, but also sent a flying kiss just before dropping and once he was back asked if the others had seen it and clarified that it was meant for Seokjin. Or that funny moment of them during BV2 in Hawaii where they “married” while walking down the street while Jimin was walking a few meters behind them looking embarrassed of how loud they were. Which reminds me of how during their BEhind Story interviews JK accidentally (supposedly) called Seokjin yeobo.

Japan FC magazine (2019) (trans. cr. kookceptional) JK to Seokjin: Though he’s the oldest, he livens up the team’s mood and lifts our spirits. I’m grateful for him for adjusting to match me the maknae. He wasn’t really funny in the past (laugh), but recently he’s been very funny. He’s a wonderful hyung that looks adorable when he’s working hard.

Seokjin to JK: JK and I have kind of the same mental age, and we’re both still around 8 years old. It would’ve been tough if I were the only 8 year old in BTS, but I was saved thanks to JK. We’re always fooling around with each other like kids.

There are also countless moments of them holding hands, like in the BE comeback vlive while they were sitting on the sofa next to each other, or during another BE related piece of content on YT where JK tried to get Seokjin to interact with him but he didn’t really do it so he “sulkily” returned his arm to him (see gif below). Or the times where they’d mess with each other on stage in various ways, or slap each others thighs during interviews or sitting down moments during concerts or performances. With time they’ve learned each other languages and boundaries, JK mentioning how his hyung had taught and helped him how to let go of negative traits and habits, and now, even while they’re playing, neither JK nor Seokjin ever go further than they know the other is comfortable with.

There are many, many more moments I could mention but I hope this is enough for you to get an idea of just how wonderful these bonds JK has with these three hyungs are. They’re all different yet equally beautiful and lovely, worth paying attention to and highlighting.

#Jungkook #Yoongi #Hoseok #Seokjin #BTS

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Thoughts after rewatching Episode 4

Okay, so I took a couple of days to get over the excruciating cringeworthyness of a few many moments in episode 4 and have just finished rewatching it.

And I have to say thank goodness for whatever it is in the human brain that allows us to adapt! lol No, but srsly, I found it a much easier watch the second time, and its definitely keeping up the trend of the first three episodes of being something I can enjoy more the second time than the first.

So, my now somewhat less instant reaction thoughts:

I hadn’t noticed that it’s Sylvie that initiates the hand holding on Lamentis 1.  And I think I prefer this.  One thing I can’t stand is romance in TV or film where it’s all about the guy winning over the girl, like she’s clearly not interested, but somehow by the end of the movie she’s in love.  Okay, that’s a bit harsh, sometimes it’s done well, but it’s a convention that gets my hackles up and gets me all defensive, so I think I was taking some of this into the episode with me.

Interestingly, now that I’m thinking of it, I think this moment and the moment Sylvie asks if Loki is okay while they’re being escorted by the guards are the only moments I can recall where she showed any form of affection for him. *shrugs* 

Poor boy also seems so surprised at this.  And uncertain how to respond.  And I can’t help but see this in relation to the scene in Thor 1 where the frost giant grabs his forearm...  :’(

I also think another part of the reason I so disliked the romance on my first watch is that it was just another example of Loki over-doing the emotion thing in comparison to his previous characterisation. He certainly looks more into it than Sylvie, and this just bugs me, because again I think the way Sylvie is acting here is what I would have expected from Loki based on the films.

In the time prison, while I still don’t like the getting kicked in the crotch gimmick, I do like that they showed us Loki attempting to get out of the situation in what seems quite a reasonable way.  He explains the situation to Sif and asks for her help to escape.  I thought it was quite interesting, because we see his first instinct is to use his skills of persuasion and try to escape. Firstly because it’s an instance where he’s trying to plot an escape, not just avoiding her or fighting her. I like that he seems to have some hope that this is possible and isn’t just 100% resigned to the TVA being all-powerful.  And secondly, he speaks to Sif as a person, he doesn’t just treat her like some sort of solid hologram and try and knock her out, or stand by the door to make a surprise attack.  It doesn’t work, of course, and we’re supposed to find that funny, but at least he tried in a plausible way onscreen. unlike IW  And he asks her to trust him.  Which I found interesting because if he’s asking this then he must think there’s some chance that she will, which means there’s at least some level of respect between them.  And I like that.  I know I’m reading way too much into this that the writers certainly didn’t intend, but let me play over here.

I still don’t like the narcissist line.  But I think I can buy Loki exaggerating in his confession to get her to stop.  He doesn’t seem to be really particularly bothered by what he’s saying.  But when she walks out and says he will always be alone, even after what he’s just said, that seems to have an impact on him.

I do love this image though. He looks so smol. So sweet.

When Mobius retrieves Loki from the time prison after the first time, I can see after a second watch that Mobius is actually a little angry/disappointed that Loki ran off after the variant in Roxxcart.  Its subtle well subtler than Loki’s reactions so I hadn’t noticed.

I still dislike the way they did the romance thing.  The interrogation scene where Loki’s all “eww no, I don’t like her!” and then has this realisation that perhaps he does.  I felt like I was being beaten around the head with it.  Like teenagers teasing someone for liking someone else. smh

I’m also reminded that the English language really isn’t very good when it comes to words for ‘liking’ someone. I mean the UK seems to have ‘to fancy’ which would be more accurate, but gotta say I’m glad they didn’t use that here.

I still hate that Loki seems utterly unable to keep a secret or hide his emotions. To me this was a fundamental part of his character, and yet here we have Mobius calling him out because he can’t help but have this pained expression on his face and can’t keep his voice steady.  Black Widow wouldn’t have had to spend more than a minute with this variant of Loki.

Mobius: “What are you doing?”

Loki: “Passing the time.”

This line made me laugh this time.  Sassy Loki!

I still like the slightly veiled way Mobius apologises to Loki for saying he’s only destined to be the villain to make other people better. Nice, not too over the top. Makes Loki smile.

That animatronic timekeeper stuff was just weird.  There better be some good payoff for this in the next two episodes.

And now to the bit I hated the most on my first watch – that super cringey interrupted confession of feelings.

Looking at this again with fresh eyes I wonder if Loki was about to explain Mobius’s theory that their moment on Lamentis 1 might be able to destroy the TVA.  It just got awkward because to explain that he’d have to explain how he feels.  And I think they exaggerated that to make the impact of the pruning bigger.  

First he says “then who created the TVA?”  Then he turns away and he seems to be looking around for inspiration, and I think he’s actually thinking about this.  It wasn’t just rhetorical. We can see the moment he realises something, and he doesn’t seem particularly happy about it, and then he turns back to Sylvie.

“Sylvie, I have to tell you something.”

“We will figure this out.” I think this is an aside after he’s taken in how upset she is about this. And it’s true that if they take down the TVA then they probably have to learn who’s in charge eventually. And then he gets back to his original point.

“Because… er… back on Lamentis…” I think here he’s trying to find a way to explain that their moment caused the nexus event, and a big one at that, but he’s struggling to do so in a way that doesn’t make him completely vulnerable by telling her how he feels. But it’s not possible to talk about it so clinically, so he hesitates, “This is new for me…”  he realises he doesn’t actually know quite how to put this.

Now, if I can rationalise it in this way as being an important piece of information he needed to tell her that would help them bring down the TVA then I can be more okay with this than if it was just a poorly timed romantic confession (which is certainly what it appeared to be on first watch). Again, I’m probably clutching at straws here, but it helps me not want to gag while watching this. lol

I mean I still think it’s just a cringey awful scene and it’s so very cliche to interrupt someone before they can say ‘I love you’. But this is a way I can rationalise his actions and I’ll stick with this till proven otherwise, presumably in the next episode. Ha!

I can’t help but give a nod to another beautiful example of Tom’s eyes matching his shirt in the mid-credits scene. <3

I also think that what I’m experiencing watching each episode the first time is much more from Loki’s point of view.  Like I’m more personally invested in him doing well, him not being embarrassed, him looking good to others.  And so since the story is actually giving him a hell of a time I’m experiencing a lot of negative feelings on his behalf.  And this is because it’s unfolding in real time in front of me and in that moment it could go anywhere! So it feels more real perhaps??  On a second watch I know what’s coming and I’m able to watch it with an eye for the storytelling as a whole, not just as the real events of Loki’s life.  I don’t think I’ve been this much of a fan of any character in recent times to have experienced this before.  So it’s a fascinating thing to learn about being a fan. *shrugs*

Anyway, in summary, much more bearable on second watch.  Some good stuff in there, and I can ignore a good amount of the stuff I didn’t like – at least until next week.

So again I’m sorta somewhere in between loving and hating this show.

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