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potionsprefect · 1 year

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An Understanding

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Luke and Lily learn why one specific day always makes Victoria sad

Rating: Teen

Category: Angst

Aged 4

The wind whipped against the windows but that didn’t disturb the two small children as they hid under their fort in the living room.

“The lights make it look pretty. I hope we get to keep it like this forever.” Lily grinned.

“Mommy might say yes, I don’t think Daddy will.” Luke shrugged as he played with his action man.

“Daddy let us do it today! Normally Mommy builds a fort with us.” Lily said.

“Mommy can’t resist our cute faces.” Luke laughed. “Why did Mommy have to go out?”

“I don’t know. I saw Daddy giving her a big cuddle this morning before she left. That means she was sad. And she also had some flowers with her.” Lily said quietly.

“Mommy has been sad the last few days, we have to be nice to her.” Luke replied.

The clearing of a throat coming from outside their fort interrupted their conversation.

“Password?” Lily said.

“You wouldn’t let your Dad give a password would you?” Ethan chuckled.

Luke went to open the fort but Lily stopped him. “He has to abide by the rules!”

“But what if he has candy?”

“I can just go and put this chocolate back in the cupboard.” Ethan said. He tapped his hands against the floor, pretending to walk away.

“Wait no!” Lily pulled the entrance to the fort open. “We can make an exception.”

“Excellent.” Ethan grinned as he made his way into the fort and sat down between the twins. “I come bearing gifts.”

Luke and Lily grinned as they took the chocolate. “You can have VIP access from now on Daddy.” Luke said.

“I’m honoured. Does Mommy get VIP access as well?” Ethan asked.

“Yes because she builds the forts with us.” Lily replied.

“You’re very lucky that you have such an amazing Mommy.” Ethan smiled.

“Why did Mommy go out today?” Luke asked.

“She has an important errand to run. But she will be back soon.” Ethan wrapped an arm around each of them.

“Is it because she was sad? I saw you give her a big cuddle.” Lily said.

“Today is a sad day for Mommy. You’re a bit too young to understand why at the moment, but one day we’ll tell you. Right now, you have to be good for Mommy, and give her lots of hugs when she gets home.”

Luke smiled. “We can do that.”

“Great.”

The front door opened. “Is that Mommy?” Lily asked.

“It is. Why don’t you go greet her.” Ethan said.

Luke and Lily climbed out of the fort and ran into the hallway, throwing their arms around Victoria’s legs. She bent down and pulled them into their embrace.

Luke and Lily tried to pull away but Victoria held onto them tightly.

“Mommy I can’t breathe.”

“Sorry.” Victoria laughed as she pulled away.

“Why are you eyes red Mommy?” Luke asked.

“It’s very windy outside, and that made Mommy’s eyes water.” Victoria replied.

“But you’ve been sad. I saw Daddy give you a big cuddle before you left.” Lily said.

Victoria ushered them into the living room and into their fort where Ethan was still sat.

“Today is a sad day for Mommy. Something happened and Mommy remembers it every year.” Victoria explained.

“Daddy says we’re too young to understand.” Luke said.

“You are. But at the moment it’s best if you don’t know.” Victoria said.

“But maybe we can help!” Lily suggested.

“The best thing you can do for me is to be good every year. And give me lots of big cuddles.”

“We can do that!” Luke said as he threw his arms around Victoria.

“I don’t want you to be sad Mommy.” Lily said as she wrapped her tiny arms around Victoria’s waist.

“Sometimes it’s okay to be sad. But it’s also good to know that there’s lots of people who care.” Victoria said.

“You’ll never have any doubts about that.” Ethan smiled as he wrapped his arms around his family.

The family of four held onto each other tightly, the love evident from all of them.

Aged 11

“Luke, Lily, can you come here please?” Ethan’s voice reverberated throughout the house.

The twins looked up from their homework. “You know what today is right?” Lily said.

Luke stood up. “Yeah. Do you think they’re going to tell us?”

“I don’t know if I want to know. Every year Mom gets upset. I don’t like seeing her upset.” Lily sighed.

“Me neither.” Luke replied as they headed down the stairs.

Their parents were in the kitchen, sat at the table.

“Come and take a seat.” Ethan said.

“Is everything okay?” Luke asked.

“Yes. There’s something Mommy wants to tell you.”

“We know what today is.” Lily said.

Ethan and Victoria shared a look. “We had a feeling you might. Mommy wants to tell you why today is so significant.”

“And why it makes her sad?” Luke asked.

“Yes.”

Victoria cleared her throat. “Back when Mommy was working, we treated a man called Ed Farrugia. He’s a politician.”

“What was wrong with him?” Luke said.

“He had lead poisoning. But this is where it gets a little more complicated.” Ethan replied.

“What do you mean?”

“Ed had an assistant with him called Travis. We discovered that he was the one poisoning him.”

“Why would he do that?” Lily asked.

Ethan sighed. “Travis had a younger brother who died drinking contaminated water. Ed had allowed this to happen and that’s why Travis was angry.”

“So what did this Travis do?” Luke said.

“He… he had something toxic with him. And he unleashed it into the hospital. I was in the room when he did that. Alongside Uncle Rafael and Ed. And there were two other people as well.”

“Who were they?”

“One was a security guard at the hospital. The other was a nurse.” Ethan replied.

“What happened to them?” Luke asked.

Victoria took a deep breath. “This what makes me upset every year. They died. The toxin got into their body.”

Luke and Lily stayed quiet, looking between their parents. “That’s really sad.” Lily said in a small voice.

“It is. But do you understand what Mommy is trying to tell you?” Ethan asked.

“What I’m trying to say is… the toxin also got into my body, as it did to Uncle Rafael. And we both got very sick.”

“But you’re both okay now right?” Lily said.

“Yes but that night we weren’t. And… we nearly died.”

Victoria and Ethan could see small tears appearing in Luke and Lily’s eyes.

“You mean… you might not be here today?” Lily said.

“Yes.” Victoria replied.

Lily flung herself into her mothers arms, quietly crying into her shoulder. Victoria wrapped her arms around her, stroking her hair with one hand as the other held onto her tightly.

“Please don’t get upset Lily, it’s okay. You’re going to make Mommy upset.” Victoria said although the tone in her voice was evident and the tears rolling down her face said otherwise.

“If you weren’t here today, that means we wouldn’t be either.” Luke said.

Ethan pulled him into his embrace. “That’s right. But every year, Mommy goes to the cemetery and lays some flowers for the two people who died. And that event is why today is always a sad day for her.”

“What were their names? The two that died?” Lily lifted her head off Victoria’s shoulder rubbing her eyes.

“Bobby and Danny. They were very well liked around the hospital.” Ethan replied.

“And what happened to this Travis guy? And Ed?” Luke said.

Victoria looked at Ethan to explain. “Travis died as well. He had the toxin inside of him too. And Ed is still in politics, he escaped unharmed.” Ethan said.

“So now you know why today is a sad day for me. But since you two came into my life, I’ve found a new purpose. And Daddy was a part of that too.”

“Can we go to the cemetery with you today?” Luke asked.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Ethan cut in before Victoria could.

“I do. But only if you’re sure.” Victoria looked between the twins.

Luke and Lily looked at each other before nodding. “We want to. We don’t want you to go on your own.”

“That’s very sweet of you both. And I would love the company.” Victoria smiled.

Luke climbed into her embrace and Victoria held both of her children tightly.

“Why don’t you go put your shoes on. Daddy and I will be along shortly.” Victoria said.

The twins climbed off Victoria’s lap and raced into the hallway. Once they were out of sight, Ethan pulled Victoria onto his lap and into a searing kiss. He pulled away after a few seconds.

“I am so proud of you. Are you okay?” Ethan asked as he rested his forehead against Victoria’s.

“Yeah I am. I knew telling them would be difficult. But I’m glad we did. They deserve to know the truth.” Victoria smiled.

“And now you have some company when you go take the flowers. You’re not on your own.” Ethan rubbed a gentle hand on her back.

“I never was.” Victoria pressed a kiss to his cheek before standing up. “Let’s go get it over with.”

Victoria and Ethan headed to their children, flowers in hand.

As they reached the hallway, Luke and Lily flung themselves into Victoria’s arms once again.

“Thank you for still being here Mommy.”

Aged 16

Victoria woke to a cold bed. She hadn’t slept that well, constantly tossing and turning all night, her mind unable to switch off knowing what date was coming up.

It was strange to think that after all these years, the anniversary still affected her in this way. She still dreamt about that day every year.

It was another year and the day rolled around once again.

Victoria was pulled out of her thoughts by footsteps in the bedroom. She could just make out the outline of Ethan as he sat down on her side of the bed.

“Are you awake?” He whispered.

“Yeah. Like I have been most of the night.” Victoria chuckled as she sat up.

“I could sense it.” Ethan pulled her into a hug, arms tightly wrapped around her. “Thank you for still being here.” He whispered in her ear, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

When Victoria and Ethan told Luke and Lily about the Senator attack, the twins had always been thankful that their Mom was still alive and so every year, those words were repeated to Victoria.

“Why are you up so early?” Victoria pulled out of Ethan’s embrace.

“Luke and Lily wanted to surprise you today so I got up early to help them.” Ethan held out a hand.

“Is the kitchen a disaster?” Victoria laughed as she took his hand and got up out of bed.

“I’ll have you know I am a responsible adult. And I know you wouldn’t be happy if it was left in a mess so no.” Ethan laughed.

Victoria and Ethan headed down the stairs where Luke and Lily were waiting for them.

“You’re awake!” Lily grinned as she hugged her Mom.

“It’s 7am. I would’ve liked a little bit more of a lie in.” Victoria chuckled.

“Not for us, if only we weren’t at school today.” Luke grinned as he too hugged his Mom.

“Don’t try and find a reason not to go.” Ethan laughed.

“As if we would!” Lily pretend to be offended. “Now come on Mom, we have a surprise for you in the kitchen.”

Luke and Lily dragged Victoria into the other room. On the kitchen counter was a big bunch of Peonies with much smaller flowers either side of the vase (Victoria guessed they were for the graves) and breakfast was on the kitchen table.

“Did you both do this?” Victoria asked.

“We had some help from Dad. He got the Flowers. But we made the breakfast ourselves!” Luke replied.

“And we got the card.” Lily smiled.

“You didn’t have to do all this.” Victoria smiled, eyes watering with tears.

“We know but we wanted to. We know how tough today is for you so we wanted to try and make it a bit easier.”

“I think it’s fair to say you’ve left your mother speechless.” Ethan chuckled.

Luke and Lily hugged Victoria tightly. “Thank you for still being here Mom.”

Victoria embraced her children, bringing Ethan in as well. The anniversary came and went every year but one thing never changed.

The love from her family. To which she was forever grateful for.

I promise I will write something fluffy involving the twins lol

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#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan ramsey x victoria clarke #ethan x victoria #playchoices #fanfic #open heart fanfic #open heart fanfiction #choices: open heart #angst #choices fic writers creations #fics of the week

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ghs-imagines · 1 year

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HI AGAIN! <3 So I had an idea,( I have syndactlyly, it's a deformity in one of my hands that makes the fingers small and deformed, it's not THAT bad looking, just real short and a bit crooked, they were also stuck together at birth, needed surgery.) WITH THE BG OUT OF THE WAY-

Maybe the Wii PO guys with an S/O that has a birth defect of some kind or noticeable birthmark they're self-conscious about? TY! Again, love ur stuff

Doc Louis: Oh honey you don’t got to worry nothing about you as he will hype you as much and as often as he can. If you don’t like major attention brought to it then he will try to be more subtle in his affection towards it.

Glass Joe: Within more intimate moments with the Frenchman he will bring extra attention to the area where your self conscious with plenty of kisses. He wants to love every inch of you and your soul as well as have you love yourself with every ounce that he does.

Von Kaiser: He understands where you are coming from as he himself has some unsightly marks on himself that he will willingly show you if it makes you feel any better about your own. He’ll even go into how he got each mark whether it came from his youth or when he was a part of the armed forces.

Disco Kid: Pretty much a combination of of Doc and Joe as whenever he sees you you better be ready for the affection shower he about to give with all his kisses and hugging. He is also the king of hyping you up whenever you feel bad about yourself as he will make you smile eventually.

King Hippo: Is honestly confused about why you are hung up on such a little mark, it’s not like he’s gonna love you any less. So just sit down with him and have some comfort food that will cheer you up.

Piston Hondo: When it comes to giving affection in public places he is quite subtle but if it’s truly bothering you then he will give you the most heartfelt speech he can muster. He loves everything about you and if he has to get out of his comfort zone to express that then he’ll do it.

Bear Hugger: Gives so many kisses to your mark that even he has lost count on how many he has given. He tells you to not be self conscious about it as he also has a couple scars here and there from Miss Bears coaching and you don’t think any less of him for them do ya.

Great Tiger: With his many magical clones you are going to be so pampered with affection that you will almost never feel self conscious about your mark ever again. But on your more lower days he’ll make sure it’s just you and him while he comforts you with his words and actions.

Don Flamenco: Another one that is going to be hyping you up as much as he possibly can with affection and some good retail therapy. As he comes from birth place of passion and love he offended that you don’t love your full self as much as him.

Aran Ryan: This man will show you all his little oddities and scars from when he was a boy up to now. He thinks you should wear your mark like a permanent badge of honour that the world has given you.

Soda Popinski: Much like Aran he very much views your mark as something you should celebrate and not hide away. He will regularly give you many kisses to it and your face to give you some positive associations with it.

Bald Bull: He does his best to keep you out of the paparazzi’s eyes as he knows how much the media loves to over exaggerate thing’s especially little things about people. He will still give you plenty of affection towards it as he thinks you’re imperfections make even more beautiful.

Super Macho Man: He will find so many creative ways to cover up your mark if you don’t want it on his camera. He will also confide in you about his own personal insecurities about aging so you don’t feel as alone in your feelings about yourself.

Mr Sandman: He does his best to not bring too much attention to your mark in public as he knows that he has to be strong in front of the cameras. The moment you both are alone he will be letting you know how amazing and special you are to him and how lucky he is to have you in his life, mark and all.

#punch out wii #punch out x reader #doc louis #glass joe #von kaiser #disco kid #king hippo #piston hondo #bear hugger #great tiger #don flamenco #aran ryan #soda popinski #bald bull #super macho man #mr sandman

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velveteenbard · 3 months

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Episode 1 (I have collected my live-blogging to make them more sensible, you’re so welcome):

Damn the nostalgia of the musiccc

THE ENDING MUSICCCCC

Woh, they said it, they said the last airbender

eyyy Katara is talking about hope

A lot has happened in only half an hour tho, that’s kinda impressive

Okay tho why did you change the wording of the most iconic opening. If you’re going to use it, use it.

It’s been a while since I watched the original, is this happening differently or have I forgotten it? other than the very start bit obv but I kinda like that

Zuko honey don’t accidentally burn your room down

Why does nobody know what a burn scar looks like??? Zuko’s is kinda okay texture-wise up close but the colouring and structure aren’t great

Zuko bro why are you talking about glory rather than honour, who are you

Ooh the air temple is pretty

The ruined air temple is kinda giving uncharted vibes

I love the costumes

I want katara’s outfit

The costumes do all look quite clean and cosplay-like tho

Oh no the fire nation armour looks so fake

okay it’s less bad in Ozin era

the little buttons on aang’s lil capelet are so cute

This cgi isn’t the best

Okay I am enjoying the martial arts and bending tho

The way of showing air bending through like heat-haze is smart, although I kept thinking my quality was going dodgy lmao

sir, the acting… pls get better

Aang’s line delivery isn’t the best but I can allow it because his emotions are okay and also he’s so small.

I’m sorry but Katara honey we’re gonna need some acting out of you

ooh good, Katara is doing some acting

Noooo Iroh is such an icon you need the best actor for that. Also our Iroh (rip :’( ) had such an iconic voice

My man, Aang is so little

And is so bright oh my god this boy cannot blend in

APPA YES

wait no you look like you’re out of the never-ending story, please don’t traumatise me

He does look so fluffy tho I kinda want to hug him

SOKKAAAA

“sulk later, paddle now.”

Okay no I love sokka I’m so relieved

DRAMATIC BOOMERANG wait that’s his…thingy, I have no idea what it is

#atla #avatar #avatar netflix #avatar live action #avatar the last airbender #appa #aang #sokka #katara

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transpoettryinghisbest · 2 years

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Shout out to my Sebastian fans, y'all know who you are. Trigger warnings are in the tags.

Sebastian is leant over the desk with his head in his hands. He's breathing heavily, trying to keep himself together.

“Are you alright, Prosecutor Debeste?” Judge Courtney asks him. “Do you need a recess to get yourself together?”

“No, Your Honour.” He stands up straight. “I'm fine.”

“Alright, then if there are no more objections, I'm ready to hand down my sentence. For obstruction of justice, kidnapping, blackmail and murder, I sentence the defendant, Blaise Debeste, to capital punishment.”

Blaise doesn't react. I think he knew it was coming and has accepted his fate.

“Court is adjourned.”

As soon as the gavel slams, Sebastian scrambles out from behind the prosecutor's bench and runs out the door. I find him just outside the courtroom, his forehead resting on his fists, which are pressed against the wall. He's shaking with uncontrollable sobs.

“Sebastian.”

He reacts, but doesn't move away from the wall.

“Deep breaths,” I tell him. “You'll be alright.”

I place my hand gently on his upper back. He flinches initially, but then leans into me.

“It's so much,” he says. “I'm feeling everything at once, I can't…”

“It's all over now. I know that was difficult. But you accomplished it.”

I can hear footsteps. I look to see Blaise being taken back to his cell by the bailiffs. He stops in his tracks and glares at his son. Sebastian stares back, still sobbing.

“All your life, I thought you were just an incompetent idiot,” Blaise says. “But the moment you gained any capability, you used it against me. You traitor.”

“No, Pops. You're the traitor.” He sniffs and wipes his face. “We're supposed to uphold the law, not bend and break it for our own benedict.”

“Benefit,” I correct.

“Benefit, right. You don't care about the law or me. You never have. So go away.”

“You-”

“Go! You're dismissed.”

Blaise leaves. Sebastian is still trembling, scrubbing at his face. A crowd of people start to exit the courtroom. Some stare or try to interact with him, but I keep him shielded from them.

“Do you want to go somewhere more private?” I ask him.

“I want to wait for Justine.”

“Alright.”

She's the last to exit the courtroom. Sebastian seems to calm down a lot as soon as he sees her.

“Congratulations, Sebastian,” she says. “How are you feeling?”

He gives a vague response. “My head hurts,” he eventually settles on.

“That's probably from the emotional stress,” she says. “Do try to take care of yourself tonight, don't do anything too strenuous.”

He nods.

“I'm very proud of you.”

“You are?”

“You've come a long way in the time I've known you. You've grown into an intelligent young man.”

“Justine? Can…can I have a hug?”

“Of course you may.”

He's a little taller than her, so he has to stoop over slightly as he clings to her. Courtney rubs his back, softly.

“Thanks, Justine,” Sebastian says. “For everything. You've always been there for me. You've taught me so much.”

“You're welcome. You've proven today that my teachings were not in vain. You've saved a great many people from that man.”

He pulls back. “Justine? Were…you scared of Pops?”

She avoids eye contact. “There was always a…certain risk of being known to him. But I did what I had to do and was aware of the possible outcomes of this.”

“You thought…that something might happen. And it did! Your son…Pops tried to…I'm sorry.”

“That wasn't your fault or your responsibility. And it's in the past now.”

“Is he okay? Your son, I mean.”

“He's fine. It's very sweet of you to be concerned. But know this, the person you saved the most today, is yourself.”

Sebastian wipes his face. “Really?”

“Seb!” Kay bursts out of the crowd and throws herself at Sebastian. “You did it!”

“Put me down! Put me down!”

“Kay, put him down.”

She does. “I knew you could do it. Mr Shields and I were cheering you on from the gallery.”

“Metaphorically,” Raymond clarifies, also appearing out of the crowd. “I didn't want Kay getting kicked out for making a racket. But you did a great job, kid, we were all with you.”

“Thank you, everyone.” He wipes his nose again and Courtney gives him a tissue. “But I don't know if I deserve all of this praise. I…I needed a lot of help. I never could've got this far without all of you.”

“Needing assistance from others doesn't make your achievements any less valid,” I say. “You're allowed to be proud of what you've done.”

“I don't know how I feel. This is supposed to be a good thing, you're all happy, but I just…” He starts crying again.

“Y'know, Seb, maybe you feel so bad because you're overthinking this,” Ray says.

“Huh?”

“Blaise was your dad, so you feel like you have to feel sad and guilty that you had to convict him. Right?”

He nods.

“But if he only ever made you feel bad and didn't care about you, maybe he wasn't a real dad. Know what I'm saying?”

Sebastian considers this for a moment. “I don't have any other dads.”

“Maybe not. But you still have a family.”

Sebastian slowly looks at each of us one by one and eventually breaks down sobbing. But this time, I think it's for a good reason.

“We should celebrate,” Kay says. “Because your dad can't tell you what to do anymore. And so that you know you did the right thing. I mean there's no point punishing yourself, you're not the criminal.”

“Okay.”

“I know someone who always goes out for hamburgers every time he wins a trial,” I say. “Does that interest you?”

“I am starving. I guess I didn't notice cos I was so focused on the trial. Thanks.”

“Let's go.”

And that's how the case ended. With a wound that would take time to heal. But I knew it would, and that a certain young man would come out stronger on the other side.

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minetteskvareninova · 2 years

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Minette Watched King Of The Narrow Sea: Assorted Thoughts

- Pretty Thing Of The Episode: Alicent’s nightgown. Truly wasted for nights with old Viserys. *sad emoji*

- Poor Alicent needs a hug in general. Like, just when her relationship with Rhaenyra was starting to get better, this all happens, and on top of that, Rhaenyra will now have to go to Driftmark, to find a much cooler family and friends, leaving Alicent alone in King’s Landing, with no friends and only her old, ugly husband for company. I would also say that her father is leaving... But let’s face it, from Alicent’s perspective, that’s probably for the best. It’s not like he provided any kind of emotional support for her anyway.

- Speaking of, after the Handmaid’s Tale-esque sex scene, a rat appears on top of Viserys’ bed. Because it was a rotten lay, geddit. *finger guns*

- I don’t really vibe with Daemon as much as I thought I would. I mean, he’s not a terrible character, but he’s not as enjoyable as I thought he would be. He does have some of that fun chaotic energy, but mostly he’s just an asshole. I mean, I still prefer him over fucking Otto, but that’s not a high bar to climb. I think bad boys just aren’t my thing, and Daemon is really, really bad.

- Also, I ship Rhaenyra with Criston Cole (at least for now, we all know this bullshit is not going to end well), sue me. Their trip was hella cute and the sex scene super hot. And I mean, I kinda liked Daemon’s flirtation with Rhaenyra, but ultimately, I just think she works better with Criston, at least in theory. Again, I know in practice, they were doomed from the start, but still.

- Honestly? I don’t blame Mysaria for stabbing Daemon in the back. She’s right, she ultimately doesn’t owe him anything, especially since he seems to have found another girl anyway. She’s still great and I love her. I did find their relationship fascinating and I do hope they will continue to associate, whatever form that might take.

- I am a bit confused about Daemon’s motivations for courting Rhaenyra. I think he does have at least some feelings for her, and it’s pretty likely he’s in love with her. Getting a rise out of Viserys is less likely, especially since their relationship is finally on the right track, although it’s possible that’s why he ultimately couldn’t go trough with having sex with Rhaenyra. Does he want the throne? No, but more power, possibly. He has probably already reconciled his ambitions with his feelings for Rhaenyra, and he could be imagining their marriage as a sort of anti-Hightower alliance... Except that sounds way more calculated than I think the brothel trip was. Ultimately, whatever his other motivations are, the most obvious one is to fuck and marry Rhaenyra, the order doesn’t matter, and other factors that might motivate him don’t either.

- At any rate, Rhaenyra isn’t nearly as much into him as he is into her, which is fucking hilarious. Daemon Targaryen as the lovesick schoolboy, pining after a girl half is age, who likes him, but really not as much, is an image to behold.

- I like that this show is able to make the audience sympathize with both Rhaenyra’s perspective and Alicent’s perspective. Like, she does have it very good, all things considered, but one can imagine it might not seem that way if they were in her place.

- RHAENYRA GOT RID OF OTTO HIGHTOWER. SHE TURNED TABLES ON THE RAT MAN AND EXCHANGED HER COMPLIANCE FOR HIS FIRING. HER FIRST POLITICAL MOVE WAS DESTROYING THE CAREER OF THE WORST CHARACTER. I AM... YOUR HONOR, I LOVE HER.

- I still think Rhaenyra should’ve married the Blackwood kid. Like, c’mon, people! Yeah, she would have to wait a little, but we could’ve had a Bloodraven several generations before his time!

- It’s a little thing, but people honouring the memory of Alyssa Targaryen gives me life.

- I missed Velaryons. :( I can’t wait for the next episode, because there’s probably going to be A Lot of them.

#house of the dragon #minette watches hot d

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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years

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darling nymphet (m)

❥dilf!suguru getou x fem!reader

❥warnings: age gap, non-jujutsu world!au, masturbation, voyeurism, cunnilingus, overstim, vaginal penetration, facial, mild cum play, spitting, clit-slapping, praise kink

❥word count: 4.5k

this is for @kaijime‘s dilf collab. im so sorry this is so horribly late but i really hope you enjoy this and thank you so much for letting me join your collab, I'm honoured to have been a part of it <33 and for my regular readings, im so sorry this is the first time im posting a fic in ages too.

it sounds like a cliche but the men your age just weren’t good enough.

childish. immature. not to mention weak dick game, thinking it’s sufficient to just give you a few thrusts before spilling their cum into a condom they initially claimed ‘wouldn’t be big enough’, your clit painfully ignored whilst they have the audacity to ask you ‘did you cum?’

it’s almost embarrassing- and pathetic enough that you swear yourself to be celibate one night over a bottle of wine. too many disgusting men not simply worth your time, it’d be better to abstain from men till someone actually worth dropping your panties for comes along. not that you have to wait long- because the next morning you wake to seeing a removal van outside your home. the doors are open, furniture being carried out by the men and your stomach’s in knots as you peer carefully from the crack in your curtains, intrigued and hopeful for a glimpse of your new neighbours. the last thing you need are troublesome people- the type that’d park badly and leave you with no space for your own car or the type that host parties too often and keep the whole street awake. but the last thing you expect is for him to come strolling out of the house, smiling as he thanks the movers for bringing in the last couch.

tall. muscular. handsome. this man is perfectly sculpted, enough to make you gasp as you press against the window, salivating already. his creamy skin glows in the morning sunlight, long dark hair falling in his narrow eyes as he gazes around the street. bulging muscles ripple in his navy t-shirt with every movement and it’s not a lie to say a small moan falls from your lips just at the mere sight of him. there’s no denying he’s older- much older than you’d ever considered, with lines tracing around his sharp eyes but fuck, you’d never seen a man like him before.

the cogs in your mind are already turning when you see a flash across the garden and you freeze, your mouth dropping open. there’s a small child- a little boy probably no older than ten running to your new neighbour, blue tresses wild over his grinning face. you’re stunned as he hugs the man, the man laughing and you’re speechless as it dawns upon you- he’s a father. you’d never been with a man like that before- responsible, caring, a proper adult.

you’re supposed to be deterred. you’re just a mere adult of twenty-something, young, childish, immature still- this sort of older man is not for you. but for some reason, it makes your heart thump faster. your stomach flutters with the thrill of just imagining it- a hot, older man, a man old enough to be your father, fucking you, his dick buried in your clenching cunt, his fingers shoved in your mouth, soft voice murmuring filth in your ear, his hot breath tickling your cheek as your pussy dribbles all over his throbbing cock.

you inhale sharply, mind hazy and dizzy from the new excitement. there’s no guarantee a man of his age and his lifestyle would even be interested in the likes of you- but you’re not the type to shy away from a challenge.

the hours spent in the kitchen poring over a recipe book and the splatters of dough all over the countertop is worth it when you’re finally taking a tray of golden choc-chip cookies out of the oven, the sweet scent filling your home. a smile stretches across your face as you fill a pretty plate with them, taking one final glance in the mirror before you leave your home. it’s uncomfortable, the underwire of the push-up bra squeezing against your rib cage but it’s worth it to perfect the look; the look of the perfect girl-next-door, hot neighbour cliche with your shorts and slippers, hair messy but makeup perfected.

two knocks on the door and it swings open a moment later, the handsome face of your new neighbour greeting you. but he’s better up close, your lips pressing shut to suppress the whine that threatens to escape. so fucking hot. he’s like a Greek god, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles at you, head tilting. your knees feel weak as his onyx eyes slowly trace along the length of your body.

“hi.” a sweet voice. it’s young and girlish as you put it on, fluttering your lashes with a saccharine smile painted on your face, but you don’t miss the way his thin brows raise momentarily. “i just saw you moved in- i’m your neighbour, y/n. it’s lovely to meet you- i brought cookies!” he chuckles, leaning his body against the doorframe and you’re practically drooling as you notice how the veins along his arm ripples. no ring on the left hand. it’s hard to control the smirk.

“that’s so sweet of you, y/n.” a honeyed voice meets your ears and you inhale sharply as your name rolls from his lips. so perfect. you wish you could hear him moaning it. “i’m suguru. thank you for the cookies- why don’t you come in? my son will love you for them.”

easy so far.

you giggle, thanking him as you step into his house, your body grazing his as he moves to close the door behind you. rich yet subtle cologne fills your nose and you can’t help but imagine how much stronger his scent would be when you’re burying your face into his neck, biting into his shoulder and moaning into his sweaty skin as he pounds into you.

can he sense the sin pulsating through you? there’s a smirk tugging at his lips, eyelids hooded when he gently presses his hand to the small of your back. “just straight ahead to the kitchen.” you can feel his eyes on you as you walk, swaying your hips enough you’re sure there’s no way he’ll be able to forget about you.

“mahito, we have a guest.” the small boy sat at the kitchen table tears his eyes away from his ipad at the sound of his father’s voice, his piercing eyes flashing to you. a smile brightens his face when he sees the plate of cookies in your hand, rushing to you immediately. “this is y/n, she’s our neighbour. say hello.” he does as his father says and you flash him a kind smile as you offer him the plate, thankful he’s quick to grab a couple before he rushes out of the room with his ipad.

“he’s not great with people so don’t mind him.” getou’s laugh is sweet, filling the room as your stomach flutters, your own laugh joining his. “but thank you for this.” you watch his hand reach out for a cookie, veins rippling. his eyes are locked with yours as he brings it to his lips, biting into it slow. a small groan falls from his lips as he chews and you can’t tug your eyes away, swallowing hard as your legs press together.

“they’re delicious.” he murmurs, pink tongue swiping across his lips, leaving them glistening. you want nothing more than for him to use it on you, to bury his face between your legs, to leave your thighs shaking around him, toes curling.

“i’m glad you like them. i’ll be sure to make them often now.” you smile as you step forward. your chest is inches away from his but he doesn’t make to move away. “you have a crumb.” you reach a hand out slowly, swiping your thumb across the corner of his smirking lip, his skin soft against yours.

“thank you, sweetheart.” you’re stunned when his tongue darts out, the wet tip swiping along your thumb to collect the crumb. a gasp escapes you, heat rising to your cheeks but getou just smiles as he taps your cheeks gently. “you’re a doll.”

you can feel your skin burnt, alight with the fiery tingles of lust running through you. your heart hammers, knees feeling weak as you inhale sharply, getou’s narrowed eyes falling to the curves of your quivering lips.

“dad! i want more cookies!” the loud, obnoxious, childish voice snaps you out of your rose-tinted haze as you and getou spring apart, his child running into the kitchen. there’s a slight wariness as his eyes flicker to you but you’re too busy gripping the edge of the countertop to steady yourself, thighs pressing together to care.

“no more.” getou smiles. “you’ll ruin your dinner. would you care to stay for some?” he turns to you, eyes slowly raking down the length of your body and you’re half-tempted to say yes, but that’d spoil the fun. there’s a better appeal in playing the long game so you stretch a smile across your face, waving a hand dismissively.

“no, i should let you settle in. but welcome to the neighbourhood- you’ll like it here.”

his eyes burn into you as he walks you to the walk, not even bothering to hide his shameless smirk.

“thank you, darling. i’m sure i will.”

you live to make sure your words come true.

it starts off slow.

a week or two of watching closely by the curtains lets you know the time getou returns home after dropping his kid off to school, giving you the perfect opportunity to sit at your porch, sipping your morning coffee in nothing but a skimpy little tank top and sleeping shorts. it’s worth the biting morning cold to see how getou stops in his tracks, brows raising as he takes in how the thin strap slides down your shoulder, his eyes raking over your smooth collarbone and what’s exposed of your chest, the nipples protuding through the thin fabric, the soft skin of your thighs.

“morning.” it’s such a thrill to see how the older man swallows as his eyes fall onto your lips, wet with the traces of coffee. sometimes you’ll go even further- bending over to pick up the stray weeds to have your shorts hug the curve of your ass or leaning over for your chest to almost spill out of your flimsy top as you water the plants.

“it is now, sweetheart.” you don’t miss the deep mumble falling from getou’s lips as he strolls back into his house, footsteps slow and eyes lingering. sometimes he’ll stop and chat, letting you push your tits together as you lean against the shared fence, thighs pressing together every time his sharp eyes dips away from your eyes to your body.

any chance you get to speak to the older man you take- the wrong post, some baked treats, you need to borrow some milk, a stiff jar you can’t open? you’re skipping into his house, whining that you need his help so bad, pouting your red lips and jumping with joy when he easily clicks it open. a smirk tugs at his lips whenever you thank him so earnestly, stroking your hand over his thick bicep.

“aren’t you such a sweet little doll?” he always smiles back, earning a coy giggle to fall from your lips.

but the best chance you possibly have is your large bedroom window facing the master bedroom of getou’s. it still takes you by surprise how often you’ve seen the older man stroll out of his bathroom in just a towel wrapped around his lower half but you love it every time- the curve of his bulge pressing against the white, his long wet hair pushed back, skin damp with droplets running down his chest and glistening abs, his handsome face looking somewhat older in the dim lighting of his bedroom. it drives you insane, you’re salivating as you watch him hungrily till the curtains close. but you can easily still see the silhouette of his body through the sheerness of the curtains- the curves and chisels of his body as the towel falls, leaving little but enough to your imagination. it’s enough to make the ache too unbearable that you can’t resist laying down across your bed, one hand reaching between your legs and the other groping your chest, fingers buried in your throbbing cunt, wishing it was his instead, that the heat dancing across your skin is the blaze his lips leave behind, that your heavy pants are joined by his.

you don’t know what pushes you this far.

the haze of lust engulfs you too far one night. some liquid courage and you’re tipsy enough to ignore the thoughts of self-restrain when you stalk into your bedroom. the silk robe around your body sends shivers running down your spine as you sit at the end of your bed, staring out at the window across. you can see getou clearly, still in just his bath towel, pushing his wet hair back as he stands in front of his wardrobe mirror. it takes him a moment before his eyes flicker towards the window but the moment he does is perfect- his eyes widen momentarily as he stares at you before a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. one hand raised slowly, he waves at you- but he freezes the moment the robe slips from your body.

you whine to yourself as you stroke a hand up along your thigh, spreading your legs slowly, the hands reaching up up along your stomach, towards your chest. the thin lace of your bra barely hold your tits and your legs tremble as you grope them, feeling your nipples harden through the thin fabric. but getou doesn’t look away, not even when you spread your legs completely and let your fingers trail over your clothed clit. he’s pinned in place, watching you with his lips upturned, head tilted as he watches you rub your fingers against your cunt, how your legs tremble with pleasure, how your lips fall apart with sweet moans. your eyes flutter shut as you feel the coil tighten in your stomach- he’d be so good pounding you into the mattress, calling you his sweet little girl, instructing you to touch yourself as you fall apart on his cock, reminding you only he can make you feel this good, that no guy your own age can ever make you moan this loud.

your release is warm, body shaking as your hot moans fill the room. your wet pussy clenches around nothing as your eyes slowly open, locking with getou’s narrowed slits piercing into you. nothing but the permanent smug smirk gracing his face lingers before the curtains close and you’re left with a thudding heart.

you’re sure your life is over. that he’ll report you, or move out, or tell all the other neighbours in the facebook group or just get a documentary channel involved- but you want nothing more than to avoid getou for the rest of your life. it’s humiliating how you somehow thought that was the right way to seduce a man only it horribly failed and now you were left trying to avoid him at all costs. almost a week had passed and you’d always wait till his car was no longer in his drive to leave the house. the frequent flirtatious chats over the garden fence was done, no morning coffee on the porch and no little trips into his home. you were sure you’d gotten so close to him that you’d even heard his son mahito’s voice carrying over the back garden as he was playing out, asking about you. but you doubt getou even cared- after all, his bedroom curtains had been firmly drawn shut since, leaving you with a scorned ego.

you’re surprised one evening to hear the door knock, confused as to who’d be coming over without notice- after all, your friends were all busy and you hadn’t made any plans. but you’re stunned when you open the door and see none other than getou stood on the doorstep.

he looks like he’d just come home from work, dark hair tied back in a bun with that signature lock of hair falling into his eye, eyes darkened, white crisp shirt unbuttoned at the top. you freeze as you stare at him, cursing his smirk that has you like a deer caught in headlights, your legs feeling weak as you feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

“why’s my little sweetheart looking so flustered? you weren’t so shy back then.” you can’t force any words out. not in reply to his honeyed voice as he steps into your home, the door closing shut behind him. “my kid’s away this weekend. so i guess i’ve got plenty of time for you, darling.” you swallow as he reaches out, fingers closing around your chin tenderly. he brushes the coarse pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, making you inhale sharply. “i haven’t forgotten your little show- instead i’ve been waiting. so tell me, how badly do you want me to stuff your pretty, little cunt and fuck you dumb?”

it’s jarring, how such an angelic face spew such filth with a handsome smirk and a sweet voice. but you’re drunk on suguru getou, a whine falling from your lips as you cling to his shirt, desperate for him as you press your legs together to try and soothe that throbbing ache between your legs.

“s-suguru, please. i need you so bad. want you to ruin me. please.” he chuckles at your words, fingers threading through your hair as he tilts your head upwards.

“such a sweet, polite little thing you are. but it’s daddy for you.”

“daddy.”

it’s pure sin falling from your lips, getou moaning softly as his lips connect with yours. he’s hungry, tasting of sweet peppermint and making fire run through your veins as you cling to him, letting him tighten his fingers in your hair, tilt back your head, deepening the wet desperate kiss. you tug at his shirt, pulling him into the living room with your lips still pressed against his, whining when his tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you can’t resist bucking your hips up into his, wrapping your legs around him when he pushes you onto the couch.

“please, daddy.” you’re breathless, eyes fluttering shut as getou peppers hot kisses leaving a blaze dancing on your skin along the column of your throat. “fuck me already.” he chuckles against your skin, gripping your chin as his dark eyes lock with yours, lust burning in them.

“oh don’t worry- i will. i’ll fuck you so good you’ll be screaming my name when you cream all over my cock. you’ve never fucked someone this old, have you?” your cheeks burn as you shake your head, making him laugh as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, teeth grazing your skin between the open-mouthed kisses he presses. “good. i’ll fuck you so good you’ll never want anyone else’s dick again.”

there’s no time wasted in pulling off the clothes and you don’t even register that you’re braless and in a boring pair of panties until getou pulls back to pull off his own shirt. your cheeks burn with embarrassment as he gazes at you but much to your surprise, there’s a certain thrill when he cocks his head and smirks at you.

“no pretty lingerie today? does that mean that was all just for me the other night?” you scowl as you’re about to scoff at him but you’re cut off by his fingers reaching out to grope your chest, squeezing the flesh as you squirm. “i’m honoured- daddy appreciated your little show a lot, sweetheart.”

you groan his name as he wraps his lips around the pebbled buds, sucking and licking to make warmth run through you before he sinks to knees. “i wanted to see that cute little pussy of yours so bad.” you inhale sharply as he spreads your legs, placing each thigh across his shoulders and rubbing his thumb against the soft skin. “i wanted to see how wet and tight this little cunt can get.” you whine as he kisses your clothed clit through the fabric before he hooks a finger into the waistband, tugging down your panties. eyes locked with yours. it’s pure sin, how his face dips between your legs, wet tongue sliding out along your folds. it’s pure ecstasy.

your head falls back with a lewd moan as getou eats you out, his tongue sliding along your damp folds, swirling and sucking your clit as your thighs tighten around his head. your fingers thread through his hair, tightening around the locks, making him groan into your cunt as he tonguefucks your hole, the coil in your stomach tightening.

“oh, god-” your moans fill the room, hips bucking up into his face as you grind against him, toes curling with the pleasure flooding through it. but the pleasure fades as soon as he pulls away, slapping his fingers against your clit harshly. you squeal at the sensitivity, panting as your hole flutters around nothing. “why did you stop?”

“my name.” his hand slides along the length of your body, groping your tit momentarily before he reaches your throat, squeezing around it softly but hard enough to make you whimper. “you’re only moaning my name, understand?”

“yes, daddy.” getou doesn’t rip his eyes away from you before he sinks back to your pussy, lapping at your wetness as warm pleasure runs through you once more. you whine loudly, panting ‘daddy’ over and over as you tug at his hair, grinding against his face as his fingers prod your hole. the slight stretch of his long fingers curling between your warm walls burns but it’s washed away with the sheer pleasure pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

your orgasm is heavy as it rushes through you, prolonged as getou sucks your clit hard, his fingers pumping in and out of your gushing cunt. you moan as your back arches with pleasure, legs trembling on either side of his face till it starts to sting with overstimulation.

“daddy-” a whimper falls from your lips as you try to push getou’s head away, your cunt throbbing till he finally pulls away, not without delivering a few slaps to your cunt that has you jerking and crying out with tears stinging your eyes.

“pretty girl.” getou looks like pure sin, eyes darkened and a mixture of your release and saliva smeared across his chin. “such a good girl for your daddy.” he presses his lips to yours, tongue sliding into your mouth and you moan at the taste of yourself, clinging to him as he tugs down his boxers. his hard cock springs against his stomach and your walls clench just at the sight of it. he’s not the biggest you’ve ever had but he’s thick and it’s pretty, the head flushed pink, leaking a trail of silvery precum down the veiny length.

“how much do you want me, sweetheart?” you whine as he taps the cockhead against your clit, the pressure making you squirm whilst his eyes burn into you.

“please.” he scoffs at your pathetic whisper, smirking as he slides his dick along your cunt, edging towards your entrance, leaving you whimpering with anticipation.

“please, suguru- i need you so bad. i want you so bad. want you to stuff me full of your cock and fuck me so hard- please!” tears spill from your eyes and your nails pierce crescents into the skin of his shoulders, causing him to groan softly as he finally rests his cock against your entrance.

“you sound so pretty whining for me. what a good little girl you are.”

you watch with widened eyes, heart thumping as he puckers his lips and spits directly onto your fluttering cunt, the lewdness of it causing your pussy to clench around nothing before he slowly slides his cock in. the stretch burns, his thick cock stretching out your little pussy as you squeal, head falling back against your couch cushions as getou presses a thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing slowly.

“that’s it, you look so pretty taking daddy’s cock like a good girl. can you take it all?” you nod, biting your bottom lip so hard to suppress the moans you’re sure it’ll draw blood as he watches his cock sink deeper into your wet pussy. “not even moaning for me? does that just mean i’ll have to make you scream?” you can’t hold back the loud gasp that escapes you when he pulls out almost completely, cock coated in a glistening sheen of slick, before slamming back into you, your back arching as you push your chest flesh against his.

“su- daddy!”

“that’s better- want you to hear you moaning for me all pretty as i fuck this cute little cunt of yours.” getou’s ruthless as he fucks you- he thrusts into you, fast and hard with your spongy walls tightening around him, feeling every ridge and vein flooding you with pleasure. his lips mouth kisses along your throat, thumb swirling your clit as your legs wrap around him, pulling him in closer as your hips buck up into his. “you’re so wet.” he groans, the lewd sounds of your slick squelching and the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling your living room as his teeth scrape along your collarbones. “who’s fucking you this good, sweetheart? who’s making you feel this good?”

“y-you! you, daddy!” tears swim in your eyes and your body trembles as he pounds into you, his cock filling up your pussy completely, slamming into you and leaving your mind dizzy with the sheer pleasure.

“that;’s right.” getou grunts, teeth catching your ear lobe and sucking on the flesh as you whine. “nobody else can fuck you this good. i bet the boys your age can’t fuck you nearly half as good- not like me. your pussy loves me, sucking my cock back in. i own this cute little cunny, don’t i?” you can barely talk as you feel the coil tightening in your stomach, your orgasm pushing closer as you can only nod, moans falling freely from your lips. “do you want to cum, baby?” you nod desperately, eyes rolling to the back of your head as getou swirls your clit harder, his hips snapping against yours as you’re pushed closer and closer to the edge.

your orgasm is heavenly. euphoria rushes through you as you’re seeing white, your walls tightening around getou as he groans into the crook of your shoulder, his cock throbbing. he fucks you through your high, grunting with each thrust till he slips out, leaving your abused cunt fluttering. you’re barely registering anything, too fucked out till the white hot ropes of cum splatter over your face and chest.

getou pants as he almost falls over you, holding himself up by his forearms. his face is damp with sweat, his smirk still tugging at his lips as he slides a thumb across your cheek, collecting the white cum onto his fingertip. as he holds it to your lips, you don’t hesitate to slide out your tongue, moaning softly as you lick his thumb clean.

“such a good girl for me. how about next weekend i introduce you to one of my old mates, huh?”

suguru getou was already your rose-coloured nymphet dream. there was no way you could resist turning down a second.

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Hi! Could you do one where the fellers take care/react to a reader who has depression and is having a bad day/few days? Thank you! <3 <3 <3

I hope you get through this slump anon, honestly I’ve felt the same way too recently but I’m sure we’re both gonna get through this wave of bad days <3

Arthur

Arthur noticed your change in mood after the first day. He could tell something was off but he didn’t want to push you for answers. He had asked you if you were ok and you’d always reply saying you were fine, though that was an obvious lie.

After a few days and seeing no improvement in your mode, Arthur decides to push you a little more. This time after you said you were yet again ‘fine’, he sighs “You sure? You seem down lately”. He isn’t great with his words and scared of saying the wrong thing.

He knows that whenever he feels down that saying around camp can do more harm than good, so Arthur suggests you go stake out Cornwall’s factory with him for a mission. Nothing much happens but giving your mind something else to focus on certainly helps.

If you do decide to tell Arthur about how you’re feeling, he stays quiet and nods along to everything you say. Even if you only tell him a small bit, he feels honoured that you trust him enough to say it and he makes sure you know that no matter what, he’s always going to be there for you.

Charles

Charles could tell from your demeanour that something wasn’t right. It’s the little things Charles picked up on, like how you now had to force a smile more often or how you always seemed distracted during conversations.

Charles overheard a few of the others asking if you were ok and you always gave the same answer so he didn’t bother asking you that question again. Instead he asks if you’ll go hunting with him. He tells you how he needed an extra pair of hands acts totally casual .

After a nice ride through the forest and some relaxed conversation, Charles leads you through to a small opening where he apparently saw some deer. He hopes being out in nature and away from everyone will help your mind relax.

He doesn’t push you to talk about how you feel, Charles just wants you to have a good time and to have a genuine smile on your face. If you want to talk about your feelings then Charles is happy to listen and try to come up with solutions but ultimately he just wants you to have a good day.

Dutch

It took Dutch a few days to fully realise you were feeling down but he does notice it eventually. First he just presumed that you were feeling down because a job didn’t go to plan but he got worried when you’re mood didn’t seem to lighten.

His first approach to trying to cheer you up is by giving you materialistic goods. Dutch surprises you by giving you a shiny new pocket watch he just so happened to ‘find’ somewhere and he even gives you some money form the donations box and tells you to buy yourself something nice.

But Dutch can see that his plan didn’t work. Sure materialistic items are nice but they didn’t change how you were feeling. It’s times like this Dutch is happy he has Hosea to give him some advice on how to help you.

While the gang is distracted serving up dinner, Dutch pulls you aside and says “I know you haven’t been yourself lately and I know I can’t make you talk to me but if you ever feel like chatting, I’m always here for you”. He doesn’t want you to feel forced into talking but Dutch wants to make sure you know he’s there.

Micah

Micah knows this sounds kinda creepy but he likes to keep an eye on you when you’re in camp. So because of this, it’s actually pretty obvious to him when your mood changes.

When he tries to get you to open up first, he’s very abrupt and straight out asks you what’s wrong with you. But when he realises this method only pushes you further away from him, he attempts to take a more relaxed and calm approach.

When he sees you’ve trailed off by the edge of camp, Micah follows you out with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. He’s always found it easier to talk when he’s had a drink and he’s hoping you’ll feel the same.

He doesn’t expect you to tell him all about how you feel but if being there and occasionally annoying you works as a distraction from that dreadful feeling, then he’s happy to do that. He wants you to feel like you can tell him things like this, even though he understands he ain’t the most trustworthy person out there.

John

John can be kinda awkward at times and sure, he doesn’t know how to have those deep emotional conversations but he cares about you and genuinely wants the best for you.

He tries to be subtle about it and says little comments every now and again like “Well you know where I am if you wanna talk” or he’ll compliment you throughout the day, just to make sure you know how great you are as a person.

But when he sees you’re not feeling any better, he starts to worry. On the outside it’s easy to see John as someone who doesn’t notice the change within you but the truth is John sees it but he’s scared that if he brings it up, he’ll accidentally make it worse.

In the end, John goes with what he feels in the moment. Seeing the sad, drained look on your face, John’s almost sure his heart is breaking. Sighing, he holds out his arms and says “C’mere”. John hugs your for as long as you need, not daring to let go first. Sometimes you’d be surprised how great a hug can be.

Javier

Javier likes seeing your smile. It’s the one thing that’s guaranteed to make his day better. One of his favourite things in the world is making you smile, especially since it gives him that butterfly feeling in his stomach. So he’s recognises when your smile seems too forced or as though you’re smiling without genuinely feeling happy.

Javier sits with you and reminisces about old memories, hoping stories of goofy robberies that somehow didn’t get ye killed would make you smile. And it works! …but only for a little while.

Javier knows that this feeling comes and goes, and that sometimes it can seem like it’s in the background of your mind for weeks. When he first left Mexico, he had strong feelings like this too so he knows how each day can differ and how the feeling fluctuates.

But Javier tells you he’ll be by your side for all of it. He wants to be the shoulder you cry on and for the nights that seem long and dark, he’s there. He lets you rest your head on his lap and Javier hums a few songs as he runs his fingers through your hair.

Bill

We all know what Bill is like. It can take him a while to understand how you feel but the main thing is he tries to help in whatever way he can. At first he thinks that you just feel sad over something. He doesn’t think it’s a big deal and Bill just thinks the feeling will fade in a few days. But it doesn’t.

Something that always helps Bill destress and forget about life’s problems for a while is playing with Cain. He’s convinced that dog has superpowers cause Bill’s in a good mood whenever Cain comes around. One day when Cain comes over to Bill for some belly rubs, Bill gets you to join in too.

You spend the rest of the afternoon with the two of them, using Bill’s bandana to play tug of war with Cain and laughing when Cain flops down on Bill, tired from all the games.

As ye relax, Bill distracts you some more by telling you a few stories, like when he drunkenly mistook a cow for his horse. Bill doesn’t care if he has to tell you a thousand stories and pet a thousand dogs with you, if it’ll make you smile again then he’s willing to do it.

Sean

Sean wants to be the most helpful person ever. He wants to be there for you through it all, holding your hand each step on the way. Seriously, when Sean sees the shift in your mood and notices you aren’t your usual self then he holds on to your hand and doesn’t plan on letting go anytime soon.

Anytime you want to talk, Sean has no problem stopping whatever he’s doing and giving you his undivided attention. You’re so goddamn special to him and he’s scared of losing you, so he puts 110% into making you feel more comfortable in yourself.

Whenever Sean hears about a robbery or sets up a job, he always brings you along, whether you wanna go or not. He doesn’t think staying around camp all the time is good for you so whenever he goes out, he drags you out with him for a change of scenery

Does Sean know what he’s doing or if he’s helping you overcome this? No, he’s just winging it but this man will literally do anything if it means getting you out of this slump.

Hosea

This is Hosea, of course he notices when you become more reclusive and depressed. Hosea’s a strong believer in love and support helping people get through anything, and so that’s what he gives you.

It doesn’t matter where ye are, what time of day it is or if you’re in the middle of a shootout, if you need Hosea then he’s there to reassure you and tell you everything’s going to be alright.

He understands how it can be hard to talk about things like this and how sometimes it feels like you can’t put your emotions into the right words. If you try to talk about how you feel but start to get upset, then Hosea stops you and instead suggests you just sit with him for a while and wait for the feeling to pass.

He never tries to pressure you into talking and if anyone gets pissed off cause you’re not ‘pulling your weight’ around camp then Hosea becomes absolutely furious with them, unholstering his gun making sure the person knows they’re a fool for saying such a thing.

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clouds-rambles · 3 years

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On my mind: being close friends with Zhongli and Venti. Cute stuff that tends to be associated with romance but it's all platonic. Running around Mondstadt holding hands with Venti. Unceremoniously sprawling on each other like cats when resting. Writing poems for each other for Windblume. Giving Zhongli flowers out of the blue. Celebrating anniversaries of whatever is significant to you two/you three. Dancing together or going as a plus one to an elegant event...

Omg, this is amazing I love it

Return of the leader of the winds igig

Lets ignore the fact I haven’t even looked at my essay yet ;-;

Pairings; (Platonic) Zhongli (Morax) and Venti (Barbatos) x reader

Warning(s); fluff

Keep reading under the cut!

Over the centuries you have found yourself in the friendly company of the anemo and geo archons.

While you are closer in age to Barbatos (give like four centuries) you see both Barbatos and Morax as close friends. You had only just gained a physical form at the end of the archon war you had often aided the adepti of Liyue before you settled down to helping the people of Mondstat. When you had first met Morax he was still suffering from the lost of Guizhong, you were very much a helpful hand to him. Especially since he didn’t want his adepti to see what kind of state the loss of his ex lover had left him in.

Not yet was Morax the refined gentleman that Zhongli is in the present. He still was clinging onto the title of God of War even though most of Liyue’s threats were gone

You had met Barbatos through whispers on the wind. While your title may be leader of the winds more often than not you are the advisor to the winds, someone they turn to ask questions. You never would have expected another wind spirit to ascend into a human body. Barbatos really did interest you. The first time you had met Barbatos was the first time he had donned his friends face. You let him cry with you that day

It’s been a long time since the three of you have all inhabited mortal bodies at once. And mostly forgotten are your godly names.

Zhongli

“Whisp my friend it’s been so long” Morax greets with open arms and a tight hug.

“Need I remind you that I��m going by [name] in this form, Morax?” you tease, Zhongli chuckles at you and shakes his head.

“Of course not my dear” he smiles “How about some tea?” You connect you pinky with Zhongli as the two of you walk through Liyue, just to keep a hold of him. And as a form of expression to the archon.

“So what do I owe the pleasure?” Zhongli asks, you smile up at him.

“Well I believe it’s coming close to the anniversary of our meeting” you tell the man.

“Three thousand years” Zhongli remembers “Give or take a decade, right?” he asks, you nod as you both sit down for tea.

“Ever the quick brain” you jest as you rummage about your pocket dimension.

“Yes, you appeared about a millennia before the end of the war” Zhongli thinks “Easy to remember in that regard” he adds, you nod with a laugh. You present a bunch of windwheel asters for the archon as a present.

“I thought maybe you’d like some of my favourite flowers as a gift” you explain with a smile “It isn’t often that we see each other so..” you trail off thinking of what the ex-archon would think about your gift. Zhongli smiles.

“It’s a great gift” he praises “I actually have a similar gift waiting at home for you” he confesses with a light chuckle

“Something with cor lapis I would presume” you guess with a giggle, Zhongli bows his head with a chuckle

“Seems as though we are as predictable as each other” he announces causing you to smile wide

“It would seem like it old friend” you tell him placing a hand on his

“Mr Zhongli what are you and [name] doing here?” Aether asks walking up to you

“We are old friends” he answers with a hint of nostalgia on his voice “We were just catching up” he adds smiling at you

“Oh uh.. sporry.. in that case-” Aether stutters

“Don’t worry about it traveller” you comfort with a smile

Venti

“Venti come down I want to go see the festival” you call up to the bard as he sits atop his own statue

“Why don’t you come up [name]?” he teases, you sigh and sit beside him.

There’s a few moments of silence between the two of you before Venti breaks the silence.

“I’m proud of Mondstat, of the Windblume festival” he declares a forlorn look on his face. You feel a similar pain to the bard shoot through you

“Me too, that nun would have loved to see this” you tell the archon

“As would have that bard” Venti smiles

The silence between the two of you doesn’t last long. Just long enough to arrange your shared memories and enjoy the festival that honours the people both you and Venti saved

“I heard they’ve got something to commemorate Whisp this year” Venti teases causing your eyes to widen in curiosity “You know legends say that the leader of the winds loved writing poems” he adds, you laugh along with him

“The legends say that Barbatos also did” you tease back elbowing the bard. Venti grins at you

“Are we writing each other poems again this year?” he asks with a tilt of his head. You answer first with a scoff

“And break our long standing tradition? Of course we are” you answer

And that’s how you and Venti ended up basically laying over each other writing poems for each other while the bard should have been teaching his students how to make poems. You hum to get Venti’s attention, the said bard looks at you with a tilt of his head.

“If you had to choose a windblume what would it be?” you ask, Venti sighs and looks into your eyes for a few moments. “The bard would have been the Windblume” he answers. You smile at the man for a moment

“You know now I feel bad for telling the traveller that my windblume is the Windwheel aster” you joke lightening the topic, Venti rolls his eyes and giggles at you.

“Cmon Tone Deaf Bard get off [name] and lets get gathering the homework” you hear Paimons voice shrill. You laugh as Venti frowns at the idea of having to do work in any capacity

“Uh we’re sorry for interrupting any-” Aether goes to cover up

“No it’s alright traveller!” Venti exclaims standing up “[name] and I were writing Windblume poems for eachother” he announces as he hides away the sheets of paper he was writing on into his pocket dimension

“Oh goodness, I’m so-” Aether tries to apologise

“Don’t give him the wrong idea Venti, you were slacking off” you interrupt “Don’t worry about interrupting Aether. He gave himself a job to do so make him finish it” you add with a grin

Venti sticks his tongue out at you as he runs off

Aether cannot help but keep getting the impression that you’re somehow dating both archons. But it doesn’t make sense does it? As much as Aether has seen you doing couply things with both the archons the most chemistry that happens between the three of you seems to be a friendship with a long history.

Aether wonders if maybe there’s more to you than meets the eye. Namely the lack of mortality you may possess

#platonic #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #venti x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin venti #genshin zhongli #venti #zhongli #aether

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esamastation · 3 years

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Cody kind of finds out that Obi-wan is touch-starved and gets creative to find reasons to lean against/hug the man. Once that gets familiar, they just start to slide into a relationship

Cody doesn't really think anything about the first time it happens.

It's been a long day and they're all tired, even the General who can usually keep going on trice as long as anyone else is sagging where he's sitting. Cody had gone to him to pass the freshly tallied inventory, how much ammunition and equipment they had left, how many weapons, how much food.

They'd been in a canyon then, the space was limited – the AT-TE took most of it. So they'd been crowded around the edges of the canyon, taking cover under and behind any rocky formation they could. To keep their discussion somewhat private among the troopers, Cody had been standing closer to the General than usual, right next to him, all but leaning over him as the General sat on a rock and perused the datapad. And as they talked the General had begun to… very slowly, very subtly…

…lean against Cody's thigh.

Cody chalked it up as the General being exhausted, which was proven correct by the fact that the man later went to sleep without his customary meditation. He didn't think much of it after that – even if the weight against his plastoid armour had been a strangely pleasant one at the time and Cody had very vehemently not minded it.

But then, some days later, it happens again. Not precisely that exact thing, but something similar. It's after a skirmish in the canyons – they've won a little more ground and set up a secure perimeter, and they're having a meal. There are no tables, no chairs, so the men are scattered around sitting on rocks, and so is General Kenobi too – and so is Cody. They're sharing the same rock, even – which is a weird sort of humble honour, all things considered. His rank as Marshal Commander earns him the right to share a rock with their General. Now that's privilege.

Cody had been wondering if he should share the thought, not entirely sure why he finds it amusing, when behind him General Kenobi shifts a little, trying to find a better purchase on their privileged rock. There's a clack of armour against armour, as their backs touch, and it brings Cody out of his thoughts.

"Well," General Kenobi says. "Here's to the nobility of war."

"Sir?" Cody asks, tilting his head to look at him over his shoulder.

The General hums with wry amusement. "I was just thinking of all those advertisements we did, about what honour it is to serve the republic, about the great duty we were embarking upon, how glorious. Here we are, all sharing rocks," he chuckles and glances at Cody in turn. "Truly, we have attained greatness here."

Cody snorts, not sure if he gets the joke or not. "I was just thinking something like that, sir," he admits. "About how rank allows us a shared rock. What a privilege it is."

Kenobi snorts into his rations. "It has indeed been a privilege to share a rock with you, Commander."

Stars, they're probably both sleep deprived, Cody thinks with rueful amusement, and then he notices it – the weight pressing against his back plate. Kenobi is leaning against him, just a little.

Once it's a chance, twice…

Hm.

Cody tests it, a day or so later. They're trenched in the canyons now, setting up a line – and it looks terribly like they'll be stuck there until air support could get to them. While the troopers set up defences, Cody talks tactics with the General and stands a little closer than necessary to him, offering without words his side to the man. And again, eventually, Kenobi ends up just barely leaning towards him.

It's a weird sort of thrill, to have noticed it and now that he has, Cody can't help but test it. he thinks of all the times he'd had to physically catch the Generals attention, to draw him away from whatever he was feeling with the Force, thinking of how he reacted every time…

Cody spots the General, sitting near a set of ladders set to the canyon walls, and walks over to him – careful to make his approach quiet and unnoticeable, though not obviously so. Used to men moving all around him, General Kenobi doesn't look up, keeping his eyes on the datapad. Cody could call for his attention verbally but…

He puts his hand on the General's shoulder instead, applying enough weight for it to be felt through the armour – and then he watches as an immediate reaction runs through the man. He sits up straighter, his shoulder pushing against Cody's hand, and tenses completely, and then relaxes immediately after. "Cody," he says, turning.

"Looks like there will be a sand storm, sir," Cody says, his mouth suddenly, confusingly dry. "You should get to a tent."

"Ah," the General says, blinking. "Yes, of course – thank you, commander."

There is no stopping it afterwards – Cody has caught a glimpse of something in the General now, and he wants to see it more. So, he… pushes on.

In the following days he gets the General to lean against his side on four different occasions. He sees the stop, tense, relax reaction twice, once when he touches the man's shoulder again, once when he puts a hand on the man's back. The greatest reaction he gets is when his hand slips from the plastoid gauntlet to grip on the General's elbow instead, gloved fingers slipping where the armour doesn't cover. He can feel the bones of the General's elbow through his gloves and through the man's clothing, and then he notices the reaction.

The General swallows, blinking, staring at nothing for a moment – it takes him a moment to catch himself, but the break in his usual character is so obvious that Cody's heart begins to pound. For a moment, the General was held, utterly stalled, by Cody's fingers on his elbow.

Then the moment is over and they're planning on where to put the guns.

There's no stopping it afterwards – Cody couldn't have stopped if he wanted to, and he doesn't particularly want to. It's – he's flirting with the regs, he knows that, this sort of thing could get him reprimanded or demoted or worse – but Kenobi never makes any motion or allusion to any of the sort. Cody isn't sure the man has even noticed. So, Cody pushes on.

He takes every opportunity, every bit of privacy, to touch. He's careful about it, he's neither stupid nor willing to put his own or the General's reputation on the line. But behind cover, in the man's tent, at meal times… he will find some excuse to touch. Hand on shoulder, tap on arm, shoulder pressed against shoulder as they sit side by side to share a meal – he gets creative when he has to. Once, he gets his boot to rest against Kenobi's for nearly half an hour, and he's absolutely certain Kenobi feels it.

Something changes somewhere along the way. Kenobi's reaction never stops being gratifying in a weirdly heartbreaking way, but eventually he stops being surprised by it. At first Cody is worried the man noticed, that he's – aware of what Cody is doing. But there's no words, no reprimand, Kenobi doesn't so much as give him a knowing look. But somewhere along the way, he stops being surprised.

He gets used to it. Cody thinks he might even on some subconscious level start expecting it. Every time Cody gets close enough to touch, Kenobi expects him to. And so Cody does, with increasing thrill and something like hope, that maybe, maybe something impossible might be possible and then…

Then their campaign in the canyons end. The planet is theirs, the Separatists surrender it to their rule, and the 212th is recalled to space. And along with the crowded canyons and sand storms and convenient moments in privacy… go with all the excuses to get too close.

Cody tries not to be disappointed, tries not to regret it. The whole campaign had been a dredge from start to finish and he's by far not the only one looking forward to regular chances to use freshers and cleaners. But he's disappointed anyway.

He swallows it and goes back to work, filling in requisition forms by the dozen to replenish the gear they lost, the ammunition they spent – the men they lost.

"Ah, there you are," Kenobi says, seeing him in one of the offices. "No, don't get up," he waves as Cody moves to stand to greet him. "Stars know we've all earned the right to use chairs for once. Are you done with requisitions?"

"Almost, sir," Cody agrees, resting his elbow on the backrest of the chair to look at him. "Do you have any additions?"

"Some, yes," Kenobi says and comes to his side, to his personal space, pressing against his back. "Can I see?"

"Of course, sir," Cody says, even as his body feels like it's suddenly been dunked into a hot pool of water, and lifts the datapad for the General to look. Kenobi leans over his shoulder a little, reaching one hand to flick through the forms.

His other hand finds itself on Cody's shoulder, resting on his pauldron, pressing down.

For a moment Cody just sits there, frozen, holding the data pad and barely breathing.

And then he forces himself to relax and very carefully, very subtly, and lets himself lean back against the man. It feels like connecting a broken wire, restarting a stalled engine, and Cody thinks that's it and is more than satisfied by that. Maybe, even outside the trenches, they can have… something he doesn't dare to name, and but leans towards anyway. It would need to be careful, a thing of stolen moments with no shared words, but maybe it could happen, maybe he wouldn't get into trouble for wanting it, maybe…

"What do you say to more air support?" Kenobi says. "As much as I enjoyed the canyons, I would rather not get our men trenched so easily again."

"I wouldn't say no," Cody says. "But I think it might be a little too much to hope, sir. Ours is an Attack Battalion, after all. We're made for ground assaults."

The General sighs and leans back a little, thinking. "That is true, I suppose. One can hope, though, no?"

Then Kenobi's bare fingers wander over his pauldron to his neck, and to bare skin, to simply rest there, his thumb brushing against the closely cropped hairline, and Cody thinks he might be in trouble after all.

#fanfiction #star wars #codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi

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worldserasingandcreatinginmymind · 3 years

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Unfaithful | Final Chapter

Series Summary: After dreaming of your perfect wedding since you were a little girl the big day is almost here. But after meeting the priest you start to question your relationship.

Pairing: Hot Priest x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2718

Warnings: all the angst with a side order of fluff, FINAL CHAPTER

A/N: this is it, the series finale. I really hope you guys enjoyed the series and that this ending does it justice. Thank you for the lovely comments on previous chapters, I love you guys! Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Part Five | Masterlist

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“We need to talk”

“I think you said enough yesterday” I say dismissively as I stand up.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said any of that.”

“But you did!”

“I know this is no excuse but I was really drunk”

“You're right, that isn’t an excuse. What you said to me really hurt”

“I know and I am so so sorry. I think I thought that if I could make you hate me then it would be easier for me to not love you.”

I pause, trying to make sense of what he’s just said.

“That’s stupid”

“I realise that now, but at the time my alcohol infused brain thought it was genius.” He says and I can't help but be slightly amused “Look Y/N, I need you to know I didn’t mean any of what I said yesterday. And I really hope you don't hate me, though I don't blame you if you do”

“I don’t hate you” I take his hands in mine and look deep in his eyes “I could never hate you, you mean too much to me now. I couldn’t have got through the past few weeks without you, so you're not getting rid of me that easy”

I give him a gentle but sincere smile and he lets out a sigh of relief.

“It didn’t work anyway” he says and I respond with a confused look “My genius plan failed… I still love you”

Before I can say anything else Eva appears at the door.

“There you are!” She calls and I quickly release the priest’s hands as I turn to look at her. She looks from me, to the priest and back to me “everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine. This is the priest who’s doing the wedding.”

“Oh uh, actually… I’m not anymore” he says, suddenly awkward again.

“Can you give us a minute?” I say to Eva and she nods before disappearing back inside the house. I turn my attention back to the worried looking priest “What do you mean?”

“I can’t be there today”

“Are you serious? We need you!”

“I know it’s unprofessional to pull out this late but so is kissing the bride behind the groom’s back, so…” he lets out a small nervous chuckle “I’ve arranged cover already. Father Crilly. He’s a good priest, he’ll make sure it all runs smooth”

“You're a good priest! You can make sure it runs smooth!”

“I can’t” he says, looking down at his feet

“Of course you can”

“No I can’t!” He snaps, looking back up at me. I notice tears starting to form in his eyes. “I can’t because I want it to go wrong. I want there to be a reason for this wedding not to happen, for you not to marry him… instead of me”

My breath catches in my throat as I look at him, not knowing how to respond.

“Father…” I almost whisper “I- I don't know what to say”

“You don't have to say anything”

“You know how much mean to me-”

“Please don’t” he interrupts but I carry on

“-but I can’t leave Daniel. I’m sorry”

“I can’t pretend to understand why you would marry a man who treats you the way he has, but if you love him even half as much as I love you… then I respect your decision. I’m not going to get in your way.”

He turns to leave but I grab his arm gently stopping him.

“Are you gonna be alright?” I ask and he gives me a small nod

“It’ll pass”

I watch as he walks out my driveway and disappears down the road, taking deep steadying breaths before putting a smile on my face and heading inside to get ready.

After all, today is to be the happiest day of my life. Right?

— — — —

So far the rest of the day has run smooth. I explained to Eva and the rest of the bridesmaids that the priest had to pull out last minute, making up some excuse about a family emergency, but that he’d arranged cover so there was nothing to stress about. Eva, as my substitute maid of honour, took on the job of alerting Daniel to the last minute change so there would be no confusion when he turned up at the church and found Father Crilly waiting for him.

A few hours later I descended the stairs in my beautiful white dress to the sound of the girls showering me with compliments and my aunt Lynda sniffling into a hankie.

“You look like a princess” she says, pulling me into a slightly too tight hug.

It wasn’t long till the cars arrived and we were on our way. The bridesmaids pilled into one while me and Aunt Lynda got into the other. Lynda rambled on about something but I couldn't really hear her. Too busy staring silently out of the window. The closer we get to the church, the more I can feel the panic rising in my chest.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” She asks as she squeezes my hand gently, pulling my mind back into the car.

“Yeah, of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” I reply as convincingly as possible.

“It’s okay to be nervous. Hell, I was more nervous the second time than I was for my first”

“I didn’t know you were married before uncle Steve?”

“Yeah! It was long before you were born. We were school sweethearts. Like you and Daniel, only less in love. We thought we were in love but looking back now I realise we were too young to really know what that meant. Your dad tried to warn me. Said Troy and I were better off as friends, but we didn’t listen. He was great for relationship advice was your dad, bit of a self proclaimed love expert.” She pauses, going watery eyed again “I’m sorry he’s not here”

“Me too”

“I’m sure wherever he is, he’ll be watching over you today. Your mother too. They’d both be so proud” she squeezes my hand again and smiles tearfully.

“Don't make me cry. If I ruin my makeup Eva will kill me” I laugh, wiping under my eyes.

“I know, I’m sorry.” She says, handing me a tissue “no more crying, this is a happy day!”

— — — —

By the time we arrived at the church the bridesmaids were waiting outside with the photographer and the new priest. The photographer camera flashed at me as Lynda helped me out of the car and lead me to the church. Looking up at those wooden doors, I was glad I had Lynda to cling onto. My legs felt like jelly.

Father Crilly introduced himself to me before heading inside the church. The bridesmaids, Lynda and I waited outside until we heard the music start, signalling the beginning of the ceremony. The bridesmaids began their walk up the aisle and before long the music changed again to the bridal chorus.

“Here we go”

We walk into the church, stopping just inside the doors. I glance up to the front of the church to see Daniel looking back at me, a smile spread across his face. A smile I can’t make myself return. Instead I keep my eyes down, focusing on the floor as we walk up aisle. I can feel every set of eyes on me, but I keep mine fixed on my feet that carry me closer and closer to my future.

We reach the top and Lynda gives me a kiss on the cheek before going to join the bridesmaids on the front row. Daniel takes my hand in his, whispering “you look amazing” into my ear as Father Crilly begins the ceremony.

His opening speech goes by in a blur. I try to listen to every word he’s saying, to keep myself planted in the real world but my mind is spinning and my heart is pounding. I can’t stop thinking about what Lynda said in the car. What if Daniel and I aren’t in love? We just think we are because we’ve been together so long. We’re just used to being with each other.

I also can’t get the priest out of my head. Worrying about him. Wondering what he’s doing now, whether he’s thinking about me. I replay our last conversation in my head.

‘I still love you’

‘I want there to be a reason for this wedding not to happen, for you not to marry him… instead of me’

I try to push his words from my mind, focusing instead on his final ones.

‘It’ll pass’

But what if it doesn’t.

“If any person present knows of any lawful reason why this marriage can’t take place they should speak now or forever hold their peace” Father Crilly pauses.

A tense silence fills the room.

I look out across the crowd of friends and family sitting silently in their seats, a small part of me hoping the priest will burst through the doors dramatically declaring his love for me as he sweeps me away to live happily ever after.

I shake the fantasy from my mind and turn my attention back to the man I’m actually about to marry. Daniel is also looking out at the church crowd. He looks nervous. I give his hand a gentle squeeze and he looks at me.

“Are you okay?” I whisper and he nods, but I can tell he’s not. As he looks away from me again my mind starts to spiral, panic rising in my chest. I can’t do this.

‘It’ll pass’

I think I’m making a mistake.

‘It’ll pass’

These feelings are too intense to ignore.

‘It’ll pass’

These feelings of love. Not for Daniel. For the priest. I don't want them to pass.

“I object” I say quietly, staring down at my hand enclosed within Daniel’s. I can feel his gaze on my face as a wave of gasps and shocked murmuring works its way through the church.

“What?” He says, a nervous laugh escapes his lips but the smile fades as my sad eyes lock onto his.

“I object”

“To- to your own wedding…?” Father Crilly asks, voice full of confusion.

“I can’t do it. I can’t start a marriage with a lie.”

“Y/N? What are you talking about?” Daniel asks, gripping my hands tightly in his own, afraid to let go.

“When you marry someone, there shouldn’t be any secrets. You have to be able to confess anything, trust them with everything… I need to be honest with you.” I pause, building up the courage to say what I need to say next. “Daniel I-”

“I cheated on you” he blurts out, earning another gasp from the crowd

“…what?”

“I’ve been having an affair…” Daniel repeats “Tiff and I… we, uh-”

“Tiffany? My best friend Tiffany?” I ask and he nods “How long?”

“Maybe we should continue this somewhere else” Father Crilly tries to move us but I ignore him.

“How long Daniel? How long have you been sleeping with my best friend behind my back?”

“A few months I think”

“You think? What, you don't even remember?” I bring my hands up to my head, rubbing circles on my temples as I turn my back on Daniel and take deep breaths.

“Y/N, please listen to me. I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you-” he puts his hands on my shoulders but I shrug him off.

“You say that a lot for someone who has repeatedly hurt me. Emotionally…” I turn back to face him “physically. And every time I make excuses for you, brush off the insults, hide the bruises because I thought I was in love with you. But I’m not. I don't love you. I haven’t loved you for a long time. I was just too scared to leave you. But I'm not scared anymore”

“I really think we should talk this through somewhere private” Father Crilly tries again but I shake my head.

“I’m done.” I take Daniel’s hand and look him straight in the eye “Thank you for finally setting me free”

I remove my engagement ring and place it in his hand before turning and walking back down the aisle to exit the church. Daniel runs after me, stopping me once we’re outside.

“Y/N! Please just let me explain-”

“Did you ever stop to think how I would feel?” I spin around, taking him by surprise “When you were with her, did you consider me at all?” I pause, giving him the chance to respond but he doesn’t “See that’s the difference between you and me. All I ever do, all I’ve ever done, is think about you and how you’d react. A few days ago I kissed someone-”

“What?! Who?!” He yells, anger creeping onto his face

“Don't you dare get angry with me after what you’ve done!” I respond and he takes a deep breath “I could’ve done more. I had the opportunity to sleep with him. But I didn’t. Because I kept thinking about you, about how you would feel. And what you would do to me if you ever found out”

“I love you”

“No you don’t. If you did you wouldn’t have slept with my best friend. You don't love me, and that’s fine. I don't love you either, cause if I truly did then I wouldn’t have kissed the priest. I think we both just convinced ourselves we were in love because everyone else thought we were this fairytale love story. But maybe we were better off as friends.”

“Maybe” he says quietly, deep in thought “I’m really sorry, about everything. I treated you…terribly”

Hearing a sincere, genuine apology from him, I finally feel at peace with it all.

“It doesn’t matter now” I say, giving him a small smile “do you love Tiffany?”

He thinks for a moment before gently nodding his head.

“I think so, yeah”

“You should tell her” I say, gesturing behind him as Tiffany comes running towards us.

“Eva texted me.” She says breathlessly “Y/N, I am so sorry I should have-”

I cut her off by pulling her into a hug.

“It’s okay” I say, releasing her and she looks at me in shock as I hand her my bridal bouquet “I hope you two are happy together. Really I mean that”

I turn and walk away.

“Where are you going?” Tiff calls after me.

“To get my happy ending”

— — — —

“Y/N?!”

The priest looks at me confused as he answers his front door.

“What are you doing here?” He asks.

“You lied to me” I say deadpan “you said Father Crilly would make sure it all ran smooth. But it didn’t. Something went very very wrong during the ceremony.”

“What happened?” He looks genuinely concerned

“Well a few things. The bride objected, and then the groom confessed to cheating with the former maid of honour. Then the bride confessed to kissing the former priest and they both confessed to not loving each other.”

He stands looking at me for a few moments, taking it all in.

“Wow” he finally says “so not smooth then?”

“No” I burst out laughing and the priest joins in before turning serious again.

“Are you okay?” He asks, searching my face.

“Yeah” I say after a moment, “more than okay, I’m great. I feel like a massive weight has been lifted off my shoulders”

“That’s good”

There’s a comfortable silence before I speak again.

“You know, during the ceremony I kept hearing you in my head. Saying ‘It’ll pass’. And I realised something”

“What?”

“I don't ever want this feeling to pass. This feeling I get when I think of you, when I’m with you.” I pause to take a breath “I love you”

“I love you too Y/N”

I smile.

“So what happens now?”

He takes a step toward me, closing the gap as he brings his hands up to my face and crashes his lips to mine.

— — — —

I started this story by saying every girl dreams of her perfect wedding day.

Well mine ended up being far from perfect.

But as I lay here wrapped in the priest’s arms, for the first time in a long time I’m happy. I’m free.

And I’m in love.

#fleabag #hot priest #fleabag priest #Andrew scott #fleabag fic #hot priest x reader #Andrew Scott x reader #Andrew Scott priest #moriarty #hot priest imagine #hot priest fic #fleabag imagine #fleabag x reader #Andrew Scott imagine #Andrew Scott fic #fleabag hot priest

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lokescurse · 3 years

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Hello I hope you're feeling better soon and please a - z for naoya and the nsfw alphabet hehe I'm greedy for Naoya content. Sending love and hugs

Thank you~❤️I'm doing okay, still recovering but I was well enough to finish this. I hope the wait was worth it! Some of these letters were already answered for other people, so I'll be linking back to the posts where I put them. Otherwise, here you are, a full alphabet for our favourite little menace of the Zenin clan:

These are gn!Reader friendly!

As one could expect, MDNI, thank you!~ Specific warnings under the cut.

C/D1/K/W1 & B/D2/J/N/W2

Warnings: Mentions of cum, katoptronophilia, limited aftercare, oral sex (both receiving), rough sex, mocking, degradation, humiliation, praise, choking, implied unprotected sex, creampies/cumming inside, detailed descriptions of uncircumcised dick, semi-public sex, quickies, exhibitionism, descriptions of pubic hair, use of toys, sexting, dick pics, overstimulation, dumbification, multiple orgasms, and orgasm denial. Also if there are grammar and spelling mistakes, I’m sorry but I didn’t have the energy to proof read this a million times lol.

A = Aftercare: Aftercare with Naoya is...minimalistic, really. If he’s awake enough after sex, he’ll probably want to wash off with you so that you don’t have to worry about yourself or your bed sheets in the morning, though. This can be a shower or a bath and he doesn’t really have a preference, so if you just want a quick rinse that’s fine & if you’d like to put some scented bath salts in the tub and just soak for a bit, that also works. He’s not really picky during this time (in fact, Post-orgasm Naoya is probably the most agreeable version of him lmao). Anything more than this is a bit of a toss-up, however. He’s probably just gonna want to go straight to bed or he’ll have to even skip the wash, adjust himself, and head off to whatever he has next on his daily agenda. But, if he does get to stay in bed for the night, expect him to also use whatever power he has to sleep in with you the next day.

D = Dirty secret: This is one that even a very beloved partner would have significant difficulty wrangling out of him.....but Naoya really doesn’t mind the idea of wearing lingerie, even if it’s a bit more on the feminine side. He has a great figure and he knows it. What’s more is that he loves all kinds of accessories that accentuate his naturally pretty features. So it should come as no surprise to learn that Naoya has definitely tried on a few things in front of his mirror, and somewhere deep in his computer are the selfies he took while wearing the pieces he liked most. He’s especially partial to black garments with lace trim and lots of straps & garters. Perhaps even more than the lingerie itself, he loves thinking of all the praise and compliments he’ll receive for wearing it. So his partner had better be prepared to absolutely drown him in heartfelt flattery if this is a thing they’d like to see more of in the future.

E = Experience: Naoya isn't very experienced, in my opinion. I do think that he'd be willing to have a few one-night-stands here and there just to get out some of the frustration that he can't relieve himself, but that doesn't mean he was all that well-educated on what to do. He's not innocent by any means, but being with him means being willing to understand that he'll need some actual practice to be exceptional at anything in the bedroom. His one strength is that he does have some natural talent with his tongue and fingers, though, if you get my drift. It's a learning curve, but he'll get there. F = Favorite position: I’m of the mind that Naoya enjoys the butterfly, cowgirl, classic missionary, and spooning positions best. Ultimately, these are all positions that either 1) let him see his partner’s face & body, 2) let him press his skin directly against theirs, or 3) both. A position that allows Naoya to choose between getting up close and sensual or leaning back and enjoying the view is going to land on his favourites every time. All four of these also allow him to have good control over the pace to some extent or another (which we’ll establish later as being fairly important to him). Even cowgirl gives him the option to steady his partner’s hips and push into them at his desired speed from below. An honourable mention here is doggy style, but he tends to only like it while him and his partner are facing a mirror. Like I said, he likes to be able to see everything.

G = Goofy: Naoya doesn't tend to be goofy during the act, per se, but he does enjoy bringing his normal scoundrel attitude into the bedroom with him. He's the mocking, sarcastic, and teasing sort. At times, it can also just be him playing coy in an attempt to get his partner to admit to/beg for something they want done to them. He's the kind to hear his partner say "please..." and ask "please, what?" even though he knows full well what it is they're looking for. Playful, to say the least. We’ll get more into this when we get to U.

H = Hair: While the idea of Naoya also bleaching his pubes is...interesting to me, I do think that he keeps them the natural black colour they are. As far as the cut goes, I’d say he’s very well groomed. He keeps it well-shaped and tame down there, sometimes he might even shave it completely if he’s going to be too busy to see to it properly for a while. He does also take into account what his partner likes, though, as he wants to make sure he’s as attractive to them as he can be in every possible way. Tell him what you like and, if it suits him, he’ll do his best.

I = Intimacy: Let’s face it, Naoya’s not the romantic type. While he can be tender, it’s rare that there’s a time with Naoya that isn’t punctuated by roughness or mockery to some extent or another. But that doesn’t mean that there isn’t something deeper to it at all. More accurately, Naoya’s roughness is largely due to his enthusiasm to be wrapped up with his partner in the first place. Obviously, his nigh insatiable appetite is also to blame, but it’s not the only contributor to his eagerness. When Naoya desires someone, he desires them wholly, and he seeks no one else. So while his partner probably shouldn’t expect a soft/romantic lovemaking session unless it’s their birthday or some such occasion, they should know that everything Naoya does is specifically, and only for them. It has its own inherent romance to it, even if it’s not always clear.

L = Location: There a few different locations that Naoya loves to get tangled up in. His own bed, the estate sauna, the training mats in the dojo - they're all great and he'll almost never say no to them. But there's one place that Naoya absolutely loves to defile with his partner more than any other:

His father's bed.

It's risky and he knows well that it's not always an option, but if there's ever a moment in which his partner is game and Naobito is busy elsewhere, Naoya will practically sprint there. The whole way he's biting his lip at the thought and loosening his clothes to prevent lost time. He can't help but to love the high that comes over him when he and his partner have their way in the Very Important Private Room Only for the Head of the Zenin Clan. It serves as both a reminder of his own personal motivations, as well as just a giant "Fuck You" to his father in general. The best of both worlds. M = Motivation: Naoya isn’t a difficult man to turn on, as he’s practically always at the ready. You can pretty much just vaguely allude to the concept of sex and his brows (and something else) will begin to perk up. However, I do think there are a few little things that will get him particularly entranced with his s/o. One of them is low-cut or revealing clothing. Parade yourself with confidence or tease him with a suggestive outfit and he’s already ravishing you with his eyes at every possible moment. Naoya loves beauty and ostentation, so if his partner takes the time to pick out clothes that really highlight all their best curves & features, you can bet that Naoya isn’t going to be able to keep his hands to himself. For male/masc partner’s especially, I think he also loves shows of strength. Naoya can’t help but stare when he sees taught muscle flexing, or be impressed by how easily his partner can lift heavy objects that he can’t (as I’m writing this, I’m thinking maybe maybe maybe Naoya might just have a bit of a size kink, too eheh). Finally, something that works for all kinds of s/os is that Naoya absolutely loves having his neck touched - it’s probably his most sensitive, non-erogenous body part. If the person he’s involved with at the time comes up behind him while he’s sitting on a couch or at his desk, gently grazes their fingers along the side of his neck, and whispers something suggestive in his ear, Naoya’s all but putty in their hands.

O = Oral: Oh, Naoya, Naoya, Naoya. When isn’t this man wagging his tongue? Honestly, even he knows that he really ought to put it to better use sometimes. And so he does, but you almost hate to admit that he’s so damn good at it. As one could imagine, it’s filled with a ton of teasing, though. There’s plenty of him blowing lightly on the excited skin, lots of kitten licks and soft kisses, and of course it wouldn’t be sex with Naoya without a heavy dose of “use your words” and other taunts. Ultimately, there’s not much Naoya Zenin loves more than really taking his time between his partner’s thighs and watching as they completely come unraveled beneath his diligent tongue. It’s so good to him, that he’s often caught moaning around his partner’s sex, sending pleasant vibrations all along the flesh there & enhancing the experience further. Sometimes, even, he can’t bring himself to stop after his s/o’s release finishes coating his lips, and he’ll continue to press his tongue against them until they’re jolting from overstimulation. Even then he might not stop without a safeword. Asking Naoya for oral really is a gamble in that way. There’s no telling whether he’ll leave his partner at a comfortable satisfied, or catapult them thoroughly into mindless and exhausted.

Naoya prefers to give and, honestly, if he had to choose the method to his climax, he’d just choose sex over oral if he had the time. That being said, Naoya was made for multiple orgasms. So if there’s only enough time for oral, expect for him to try and make use of every possible second. Therefore, his partner should probably make sure they rest their jaw afterwards.

P = Pace: Generally speaking, Naoya prefers the act to have a more rapid pace. As one can expect from someone with a speed-based technique, Naoya has a great capacity to keep things moving quickly. The bedroom is no exception. Even in moments where the scene is more sensual, he can’t help but raise the pace as time goes on. There’s something about the extra friction and the desperation it fills him with that makes the sex all the more passionate in his eyes. Just him and his partner, recklessly chasing their highs together. Mmm.~ ♡

Q = Quickie: Naoya loves quickies, for the most part. He kind of has to, seeing as he has to always be somewhere for some reason or another. His partner can probably expect at least one each week in-between blocks of missions, meetings, and other monotony. Sometimes it's the only kind of sex there is, which is mostly fine for him....but he does sometimes long for the more calm, slow moments when he can really take his time. A balance between the two, is really what he craves. R = Risk: Naoya is very willing to experiment and take risks, as I'm sure you've probably guessed by this point. He's down to try almost anything once, and some of his favourite acts are ones done in places where it would be easy to be caught. The things he likes are also pretty varied, and he doesn't mind going from soft to harsh or anywhere in between. Ultimately a pretty exciting partner once he starts getting the hang of things. S = Stamina: I’ve talked about this before in separate posts, but I think it’s fair to say that Naoya likely has pretty good stamina. I don’t necessarily like when other people just say that every character they write for can go multiple rounds all night because that’s not always realistic. But, since Naoya so very specifically has a speed-based ability and we know how important strength, performance, and training were to the Zenin...I don’t think it’s unfair to say in this case that, yes, Naoya can probably go for quite some time. I’m also of the mind that he cums quickly, but is not easily overstimulated, leading him to be able to hit multiple orgasms without getting too overwhelmed or tired. Ergo, this man can and will keep you up way past your bedtime if you ask nicely. ♡

T = Toys: I like to think that Naoya is pretty open to the possibility of using toys. After all, they can very easily result in a heightened experience for both him and his partner. He’d especially love using things like vibrators, clamps, and plugs because of how readily they can bring his s/o over the edge and deep into overstimulation. And since he’s someone who also likes to cum multiple times in any given session, I can definitely see them as being useful to him, too. Ultimately, I think this is a “you name it and I’ll try it,” sort of subject for Naoya. He’ll give anything a go at least once.

U = Unfair: Oh, are you kidding? I think we’ve established by now that teasing may as well be Naoya’s own, distinct love language. It’s impossible for him to refrain from denying, teasing, and openly mocking his s/o during any stage of sex. For him, it’s an integral part of the fun. He loves to make his partner beg, to mock their whimpering, to intentionally “miss” any of their sweet spots, and to give only the slightest of touches against the skin for far too long. Bringing his partner to the brink and sinking them down over and over again - having them completely at his mercy...oh yeah, he positively adores it all.

V = Volume: I think this is where I differ the most from a lot of other people who write for him, because I absolutely think that Naoya is shameless enough to fully moan whenever the mood strikes him. No hushed grunting or strangled noises with this man. He will just let it all out exactly as he feels it. After all, Naoya’s not a person to conceal his emotions as is. Why would he bother to hide what a good time he’s having? Plus, if you’ve been around my posts long enough, you know full well that I think he would also really enjoy trying to embarrass his partner by repeating their own sounds back to them when they get particularly amusing. So, really, there’s no way I would have ever told you that this man is quiet, of all things. Lmao.

W = Wild card: Naoya loves to lock his partner in place, especially when he’s close to cumming. This can sometimes be in the form of choking, but other times it’s just him pressing closer against them or wrapping an arm across the chest/sternum to anchor them to him. It’s quite the display, really. A hand or arm will come up to curl around his s/o’s body, his pace will quicken, and his breathing grows ragged. He has almost no mind left for dirty talk and simply moans readily into his partner’s ear as he reaches his peak inside them. The whole time, he’s holding them firmly in place and making sure they take every drop of his seed.

X = X-ray: He’s beauty, he’s grace. Naoya’s overall body is lean, fit, and sculpted. His musculature is more on the subtle end, but each gentle slope and rounded hill is wrapped so perfectly in smooth, even skin. His ass is especially noteworthy, as it is that somewhat square shape with divots in the sides that one can expect from a very fit build, but also with enough mass there to give the actual cheeks that lovely & grab-able bubble-like quality. Truly, it’s an enticing thing that any good partner would be loathe not to appreciate. Rotating the man a bit, let’s talk about what he’s workin’ with, you know what I’m sayin’? 👀 Naoya’s a proud member of the Pretty Cock Squad, in my opinion. It’s not particularly large or small, sitting at about a comfortable 6-6.5 inches. He is uncircumcised and almost religiously clean. His foreskin is about the same colour as the rest of him, but with a red, blushing quality to it. It’s also very smooth & soft to the touch. There are no veins visible, save for a single prominent, raised one along the underside that looks almost like a seam turned out. The head underneath is cutely rounded, very pink, and super sensitive - which is largely why he cums so fast. Overall, it’s a member to be proud of, and he’ll certainly take any opportunity he can to show it off to his partner. Hopefully they like dick pics during sexting!

Y = Yearning: Oh, boy. This man is horny 24/7, babe. It’s honestly a wonder that Naoya isn’t trying to chase his high every moment of every day. If he isn’t engaging in a sexual act himself, he’s probably thinking of the kinds he’d like to be involved in later, or ones he’ll think about with more clarity when he has a moment alone. So any time a partner even jokes about getting intimate, Naoya will be there actively hoping that they mean what they say deep down because he’s already thinking about just how he’d like to do it tonight.

Z = Zzz: Conked out immediately. Naoya can last quite a while, but no matter how high your stamina is, there comes a point where you need to stop for a bit. It's actually because Naoya is able to exert so much energy during the act that he needs sleep so badly after. Don't be surprised if you roll over to snuggle up to him sometimes only to hear him softly snoring away. Just make sure you wake him up at some point so he can brush his teeth!

Okay! With that all being said and done, I’m gonna tag you ( @depechemoth ) as well just to make sure you get it since sometimes tumblr doesn’t tell people when their asks get answered anymore + I spent a lot of time on this so I don’t want you to miss it!

#WHEW! Sorry this took so long but it was a lot to think about lmao!#Kinktober #Naoya Zenin #Naoya headcanons #Naoya smut #Naoya x Reader #Naoya x gn!Reader #smut alphabet #not sfw #not sfw text #mdni #asks #depechemoth #long post

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fictitiousbeing · 3 years

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HONOURABLE MENTIONS

It's been awhile, but I guess there's no time like the present to present the fourth round. I now give you a list of honourable mentions. These 10 men, and so many more, were worthy of my previous lists and are now being recognized as such. Anywho, let's get on with it.

***The following 10 men, or rather characters, were selected simply because they were the first to pop into my head, and are presented in no particular order.

Part One Part Two Part Three

Masterlist

1. Achilles (Brad Pitt) in Troy (2004).

Achilles, at least in the movie, was pretty when he was all cleaned up, but smokin' hot all bloody and dirty. wink wink.

Do I have a problem? Probably.

2. Lucian (Michael Sheen) in the Underworld franchise (2003 & 2009).

Lucian didn't defile Sonja, he loved her. But he could defile me any time.

3. Agent Seeley Booth (David Boreanaz) in the series Bones (2005-2017).

Booth is the kind of ride you buy a ticket for. wink wink.

4. Harry (Opie) Winston (Ryan Hurst) in the series Son's of Anarchy (2008-2012).

Opie looks like he would be a great cuddler and would make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

5. Wesley Gibson (James McAvoy) in Wanted (2009).

Wesley is the man and he knows it.

6. Patrick Verona (Heath Ledger) in 10 Things I Hate About You (1999).

Patrick may or may not have a liver, but he does have all of our hearts.

7. Hal (Timothée Chalamet) in The King (2019).

I couldn't care less about Henry V, but Timothée on the other hand is a kind of soft featured pretty that gives you butterflies. And I love it.

8. Dean Winchester (Jensen Ackles) in the series Supernatural (2005-2020).

Dean. Needs. A. Hug. I. Have. Lots. Of. Hugs. To. Give. And. I. Can. Bake. A. Damn. Good. Pie.

9. Dallas Winston (Matt Dillon) in the Outsiders (1983).

Dally always got what he wanted... I just wish he wanted me.

10. Johnny Castle (Patrick Swayze) in Dirty Dancing (1987).

Johnny's ass looked great in those pants. It makes me pant. I am in no way sorry, AT ALL, for using this particular gif. ✌🏾

I am pretty sure this is in fact my last installment of my beloved lists... At least for now. If you liked this sort of thing I would really appreciate you checking out my previous three lists (links above).

Thanks for listening to my Ted Talk. Oh and of course take care and be safe out there.

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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LIGHTWOOD BANES WEEK - ALEC & RAFE

“All good?” Alec knocked on the door.

He sounded calm - but only because he tried his best not to sound as excited as felt. He had been waiting for this day for quite a long time and he couldn’t believe it was all happening.

There was no response from the other side so Alec knocked again. No response. Maybe Rafe had overslept. Alec did notice that the light in the room hadn't gone out till early morning.

“Alright, I am coming in,” Alec said and gently pushed the door open.

He saw his son sitting on the bed, still in his purple pyjamas, hugging his knees to his chest. He kept his eyes to the floor and avoided Alec’s worried gaze. Alec didn't know what was wrong but he wished Magnus was here - he would know how to deal with this.

His way of dealing with it would of course to make an ill timed joke. Maybe Alec should try that.

“I know your bapa taught you that being fashionably late is cool,” Alec said with a grin. “But you can't be late to your own rune ceremony, buddy.”

Rafe looked up with an incredulous look on his face, he seemed a little exasperated. Alright maybe Alec wasn't the funny dad. So he tried to use his own tactics.

He knelt down in front his son and scanned Rafe’s face. “I know it is a little scary to get your first rune, but it doesn't hurt as much as you think, I promise. You are a shadowhunter. You will get used to it.”

Rafe looked away.

“What if I didn't want to be a shadowhunter?”

Something in Alec’s heart stopped or broke or burst into a million pieces. He wasn't sure and it didn't matter. He wasn't concerned by the heart inside his body. He was concerned about the little heart in front of him.

“Rafael,” Alec said softly. “What's wrong?”

The boy took a deep breath and looked up at him. “I am not just any shadowhunter, am I?”

Alec cocked his head in confusion.

“I am not just any shadowhunter,” Rafael repeated. “I am a Lightwood.”

Alec couldn’t help but smile a little at that and put his hand on Rafael’s shoulder. “Yes. Yes, you are. You’re a Lightwood.”

Rafael pushed it away. “But I am not, aren't I?”

“What do you mean?” Alec asked, genuinely confused.

“I am both a Lightwood and I am not,” Rafael explained frustratedly.

“Rafe, wha-”

“I am the son of the Consul, a hero of the Dark War and the founder of the Shadowhunter Downworlder Alliance,” Rafael said as if he was reciting a practiced speech.

Alec would have blushed in any other situation but right now he was only worried. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” Rafe shook his head. “You did everything right and I...I am just worried that I won't.”

“Rafael,” Alec sighed. “You are not me. You don't have to do what I did or do.”

“But it isn't just about you,” Rafael bit his lip. “It’s all of you. Every single one. Aunt Izzy is one of the best fighters in the world. Abuelo was the freaking inquisitor and Uncle Jace...Well, he is Uncle Jace.”

Alec didn't know what to do. In this head, he heard Magnus’s voice when he spoke to Max when their blueberry got too stressed during their magic lessons.

“Smell the flowers and blow the candles,” Magnus would tell their son.

Alec took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.

“Do you want me to tell you that you are going to be great just like all of us?” Alec asked, even though he knew the answer.

“No, I don't want you do that,” Rafael said stubbornly. “Because I know I won't be.”

“Why do you think so?”

“Because I am not a Lightwood, dad,” Rafael almost shouted. “Not really. I am just..I am just some boy you found in the streets. So whatever genes that make you the rest of you amazing and awesome and cool and perfect - it’s not gonna work for me.”

Alec stared at his son then. Rafael's body was hunched as if he was protecting himself from everything the world was going through at him after today.

It wasn't easy being a shadowhunter - and it definitely wasn't easy being a Lightwood.

Rafael looked at him in the eye then, his lips wobbling a little. “I am scared I won't be good enough.”

He looked at those tiny little shoulders and realized the amount of pressure that sat on them. Alec had once been worried about not being able to fill the shoes of his ancestors - of not being able to bring his parents glory. He had been terrified of not being good enough to bear his family name. The Lightwood name.

Now his son was feeling the very same. Alec wondered whether all shadowhunters felt this way at one point or another.

“Listen,” Alec said gently. “Izzy is the best at what she does because she trains every single day. Not because she is a Lightwood. Yes, my dad was the inquisitor but he wasn't perfect. Lightwoods make mistakes too. And regardless of whether he is a Lightwood or a Herondale or Wayland, Uncle Jace is Uncle Jace not because he was born to be that person but because he choose to be. And I...I might be the Consul but I was a scared little boy for a long time too.”

Rafael still looked unconvinced and frustrated and stubborn.

“I am not going to say your last name doesn't matter. It does and it always will. We are treated differently than others because of our last name. We have been given chances and opportunities because of our last name.”

“Your tutor,” Raphael said weakly. “He was punished worse...”

Magnus and Alec had decided long ago that it was imperative for their children to know their history - all of it and from all sides.

“He got the worst of it and my parents didn't - because they are Lightwoods,” Alec admitted.

Alec looked at his son and spoke in a tone that Magnus often called his ‘Consul voice’.

“It is an honour to be a Lightwood. Our name has power and privilege,” Alec told his son. “But it is also a responsibility.”

Rafael nodded meekly. “I am responsible to uphold our family name?” his son asked in a quiet tone.

“No,” Alec said. “You are responsible to use this power and privilege to help those who don't have it.”

Rafael looked up then.

“You are not wrong to be afraid, Rafe. You are a smart kid and you are right. People will see you differently and hold you accountable to higher standards. I know it's not fair. Sometimes it can be difficult. People will always expect you to be a certain way because of your last name or your gender or your race or so many other things...But you need to be true to yourself. That’s what it means to be a Lightwood.”

Rafael sat up straight, listening intently now.

“Your mandate as a shadowhunter is to defend what is good and protect what is innocent,” Alec said firmly. “But your mandate as a Lightwood is to fight for yourself.”

“Like you did?” Rafe asked, his lips curving, just a little.

“And like so many others before,” Alec smiled. “Some day soon, your bapa will tell you about other Lightwoods who fought for themselves - Christopher and Anna and Thomas and so many others.”

Rafael actually smiled then - he always liked listening to his bapa’s stories.

“If you don't want to be a shadowhunter, then we will not force you,” Alec said seriously now. “All we want is for you to be happy. To be yourself.”

“I do want to be a shadowhunter,” Rafael confessed in a whisper. “I am just...scared. I am scared that I won't be good enough. I am scared that people will think I am not good enough.”

“As was I, Rafe,” Alec said softly, rubbing his son’s cheek. “I sometimes still feel like I am not good enough. When you feel that way, just give your best shot and remember that it is more than enough. It doesn't matter what other people think or say. That’s one more Lightwood trait for you. We don't let other people tell us who we are. We decide it for ourselves.”

“But I do care about what you think," Rafael said in a small voice. "Do you think I'm gonna be a good shadowhunter?”

“100%," Alec said without hesitation.

“How do you know?” Rafe asked skeptically.

“Because you are not even a shadowhunter yet and you are already trying to figure out how to be a good one,” Alec laughed. “A good fighter is always prepared. You are going to be just fine.”

“Because my last name is Lightwood?” Rafael teased.

“Because your last name is Lightwood-Bane,” Alec corrected with a grin. “Now I know there aren't many Banes and I myself know only one. But he is the best man I know.”

“He is the best I man I know too,” Rafe grinned. “No offense.”

“None taken,” Alec grinned back.

“Okay then,” Rafael hopped off the bed and walked towards his closet - which was larger than Alec’s own. “Let’s get dressed for my big day.”

“I am afraid my amazing, awesome, cool and perfect Lightwood genes are not going to be very helpful here,” Alec ruffled his son’s hair.

Rafael giggled as he excitedly picked a red shirt from his closet. Alec looked at his son and walked back and knelt down again.

“I just want you to remember one thing,” Alec stared into his son’s eyes. “You were never just some boy found in the streets. I knew you were mine the moment I saw you. I knew you were my baby even then.”

“I know, dad,” Rafael replied shyly.

“No matter what anyone says, you are a Lightwood and you will always be my son.”

Rafael put his arms around his neck and hugged Alec tightly. “I know. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Alec kissed the top of his head and walked back to the door. “Now hurry up and get dressed. Your Consul commands it.”

“Boludo,” he heard his son chuckle and Alec couldn't help but chuckle himself.

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