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thetriumphantpanda · 6 months

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Delicate - Chapter Two: Maroon

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summary: despite some last minute reservations about meeting Joel, you throw yourself into the date, but it doesn't go according to plan.

A/N: Ahhhhh oh my God - @hellishjoel and I are so excited to bring you the second chapter of Delicate! We're having the best time with this little pairing already and we hope they manage to worm their way into your hearts just like they have with us! We're taking turns in posting the chapters of this - so please make sure you're following both of us to keep up to date!

warnings: mentions of being a single parents, rom-com vibes, foul language, a bestie who is nothing but trouble, Joel being terrible at dating in general, a lil smattering of angst, mentions of food & alcohol consumption.

There’s a flow of peace that settles across you when the door to Noah’s room clicks shut. You love him, he’s the best thing that ever happened to you, and he keeps you afloat every day, but these moments, when he’s finally asleep and you can stop thinking for a minute, are the moments you crave each day.

You settle down on the couch, mug of tea in hand, with the TV playing quietly, just for background noise more than anything, as you pick up your phone for the first time that evening. There’s a few emails, mainly about shopping sales and holidays that you think you should book but never do - those are quickly deleted to stop any temptation of spending money on something that isn’t essential. There are a few messages from your mom, just confirming that she’ll pick Noah up from school tomorrow, what she’s planned for them to do and what she’ll feed him. You shoot a message off in reply that it all sounds good and that he’s excited for some quality time with his grandparents, because it’s true, and then you set your phone down on the coffee table and try to ignore it for a while.

You finish your tea and queue up a few episodes of a show you’ve been meaning to catch up on - something mindless that people at work always seem to talk about. So mindless that it actually sends you to sleep. You wake with a jolt a few hours later. The house is still quiet, which means Noah hasn’t decided he’s still got too much energy and needs to burn it off by jumping on the bed or pulling some of his toys out. You sigh, checking the time to see it’s almost midnight.

You gather your stuff, put the mug in the sink to deal with in the morning before trudging up to bed. There’s a moment at the top of the stairs, where you think it would be so easy to flop down on the bed and forgo the rest of your responsibilities, but you’ve got your mother’s voice in the back of your mind, something about wrinkles and pores and how bad it is to sleep in your makeup, so you turn left into the bathroom, cover your skin in serums and creams and then finally, just after midnight, you fall into bed.

Knowing it’s bad to look at your phone this late at night, once you’ve set your alarm, you click open the godforsaken Hinge app that Dixie had insisted on setting you up on. So far, after six months, you’d been on a fair few first dates, three second dates and had a God awful one night stand, but nothing had been sticking, no-one seemed to be exactly what you were looking for. You’d promised her that you’d try though, so as had become a nightly ritual for you, you set about giving away your daily likes, not really paying a huge amount of attention until he pops up for you. Joel. 45. From his first profile picture, the exact kind of man you’d been searching for. Rugged, handsome,

Of the few photos he had on his profile, he was often donning a flannel or a simple short-sleeved shirt that curved around his biceps and broad shoulders. He always wore the same tilted smile, with dazzling eyes and dark hair with licks of silver. He was a handsome lumberjack of sorts.

He looked to be an outdoorsman, at least two of Joel’s pictures were of him hiking a trail accompanied by a young girl, surrounded by greenery and tall rocks with the sunshine peeking through the branches. His face was glowing and tan from the light, his handsomeness so natural. Beautiful, even.

Joel’s “Typical Sunday” consisted of a black coffee in the morning, followed by making burgers on the grill for him and his family before settling down to watch a Dallas Cowboys football game. That was a typical Sunday for a man, but it showed how he liked to unwind and that he was a family man.

First, the mention of a family, plus that beautiful young woman in almost all of Joel’s pictures - a daughter, perhaps? Older than your own boy by quite a few years. He must have been on the younger side of having children if any of these assumptions were even correct. But there was something about knowing he also had a baby to be thinking of felt familiar, comforting, as they would always come first.

And it turns out that talking to him is pretty easy too. He’s charming, a slight insomniac like you, and from what you can tell from the slight back and forth you managed to have before you go to sleep, able to flirt a little with you too. It’s why when he asks to take you out you say yes without hesitation, it could be fun, he could be the one, who knows?

Mornings are always chaos. Half-eaten bowls of cereal on the table, a mug of coffee made with the best of intentions but sat to go cold, a rush of getting Noah dressed and in the car with everything he needed for school and then the annoyance of getting stuck in traffic on the way to drop him off, all coalesce to make you stressed as you help Noah out of the backseat.

“Remember granny is picking you up this afternoon okay?” You ask, bending down to kiss his cheek as he fiddles with the straps of his backpack.

“I know, mom.” He groans, using the back of his hand to wipe the kiss off his cheek.

You smile, ruffle his hair a bit, because no matter how much he might protest, he will always be your baby, “Behave for her, okay?” You warn lightly with a smile, “She’ll bring you back home tomorrow.”

Noah spots some of his friends across the playground and steps around you to make his way into school. You turn, hold your hand up in a wave and shout at him to have a good day. Noah turns, walking backwards to look at you, waving right back.

“Have a good day, mom!”

Underneath the way he’s growing up, he’s still the sweet little boy you knew you could raise on your own. You sit back in your car, picking your phone up to make sure you’ve got enough time to go to the store and stock up on some groceries, when you notice a notification from Hinge. It’s Joel.

Just checking you’re still okay for tonight?

For some reason, you sit and stare at it for a few minutes, fingers itching to type something, to confirm, but there’s that usual seed of doubt that appears after all this time that makes you want to tell him something’s come up, you’ll have to reschedule. After months and months of trying to find someone, to failed first date after failed first date, you wonder if it really is worth it, no matter how good of a match Joel Miller seems on paper. Is he really going to be worth getting dressed up for? You sigh, type out your usual message of I’m sorry, I think I might have to reschedule, when the screen is filled with the face of your best friend, trying to call you.

“Hello?”

“Hello sexy mama!” Dixie’s voice immediately soothes you, “How are you this fine morning?”

“I’m okay,” You speak softly, plugging the phone into the car so you can speak to her as you drive, “Just dropped Noah off at school.”

“How is my favourite man?” She asks.

“Yeah, he’s good, he’s staying with my mom tonight so I think he’s just pleased to be away from me for a while.”

“It’s like the universe read my mind!” Dixie exclaims on the other end of the phone, “Do you want to go out and get wine drunk tonight?”

You stutter for a second, because you could, you could cancel with Joel, go out and drink cheap wine and dance with your friend, but before you can say anything, Dixie picks up on your hesitation.

“OH MY GOD!” She all but screeches, “Do you have a hot date tonight?!”

You grumble a little, because how is she always so attuned to you like this?

“Yeah, although I don’t know if I’m gonna go.”

“Why not?”

You sigh again, “I don’t know if it’s worth it anymore?” You offer.

“Girl, get outta here with that attitude!” She chastises, “Is he hot?”

You grumble a little again, but you can’t deny it, Joel is hot, “Yes.”

“Well then,” You can hear her clap her hands in the background, clearly having you on speaker so she can go about her business, “If he’s hot, then there’s no harm in it, forget me and my wine, go out, drink wine with your hot mystery stranger and get fucked, girl!”

“Dixie!” You screech, “I’m not fucking him.”

“Whatever you say, girl!” She shouts down the phone, “If you cancel, I’m kicking your ass, okay?” You sigh, once again, something you’re getting more and more used to these days, “Have fun and be safe!”

And then all you can hear is the dial tone from where she’s hung up on you. You think about it all the way around the grocery store, she wouldn’t know if you did cancel, would she? But you’ve known her long enough to know she’d sniff a lie out of you in seconds. So, when you settle down at your desk, you pull out your phone and send Joel a reply to confirm the plans you made last night, and then spend the rest of the work day trying not to work yourself up about the whole thing.

You don’t think that the anxiety of waiting for a date to show up will ever get easier. Stood just inside the doorway of the restaurant Joel had chosen, you’re chewing at the skin around your thumbnail. Did you dress right? Do you look okay? When he turns up will he look like his pictures or not? Will he lean in for a kiss on the cheek? Do you give him a hug? You’d like to think of yourself as a seasoned pro at this now, but those first few awkward moments always made you anxious - there was no second chance at first impressions.

You needn’t have worried about Joel though. When the door opens and he stands in front of you, he is exactly the man you’d studied on that app. Taller than you, broad and big. Scruff, peppered with gray across his face, though it’s neatly kept, just like this hair, although more unruly, it’s still peppered with grays and it suits him. He’s wearing dark jeans, and a flannel that you think must be saved for best. You step closer, open your arms. Joel leans down, and does indeed press a kiss to your cheek, one of his wide palms pressed lightly on your lower back as he hugs you back a little.

“Nice to meet you, Joel.” You smile when he pulls away.

“You too, ma’am.” He smiles back at you, and you can tell he’s nervous.

“What have I told you about that?” You tease as you step towards the hostess, Joel giving her his name, you hope the slight teasing will put him at ease, you remember just what it was like when you started dating for the first time, and as much as you want to have a good time, you want to make sure Joel is having a good time too.

She picks up two menus, leads the two of you to a table at the edge of the restaurant. Joel pulls your chair out for you, pushing it gently under you as you sit down. The light is low, and there’s a thrum of chatter across the whole restaurant as you open the menu, glancing your eyes over the choices.

“Do you want to share a bottle of wine?” You ask, finger skimming the list of wines available.

Joel nods, “Sure thing, darlin��.”

You smile, looking down at the menu, deciding you much prefer darling to ma’am, especially in that sweet southern drawl of his. When the waitress returns, you both order food and a bottle of wine, which is quickly brought to the table, uncorked, with the dark red liquid poured into two glasses. The waitress leaves the bottle on the table as you raise your glass, Joel following suit, clinking them together before you take a sip.

You’re watching as he does the same, a smaller sip than you, and then watch as his nose crinkles and he coughs a little. It makes you laugh, putting your glass down to cover your mouth a little.

“Dunno why I said yes,” He shakes his head, “Fuckin’ hate wine.”

You can’t help but properly laugh now, hoping that it puts him a little at ease. You reach over the table, lay your hand on his wrist just a touch, “What would you prefer to drink?”

You don’t miss the way he subtly drags his wrist back from your touch, covering it by scratching at the skin on the side of his hand, but you don’t let it bother you. You’re a touchy person, it’s what makes you feel at ease mostly, but that doesn’t mean it works for Joel, so you fold your hands back in your lap.

“Usually beer,” He mumbles, flagging down the waitress as she walks past to ask for just that, “Or whiskey.”

“I don’t mind a beer,” You offer, trying to make light conversation, “But whiskey makes my throat burn.”

He doesn’t offer much of a reply apart from a short hum from his mouth, his attention moving from you to the room around you, letting the table fall into silence. You look down at your lap, trying to think of things to say whilst you wait for your food.

“So, Sarah, right?” You ask after his daughter, it’s something the two of you have in common at least, “You must be super proud of her, medical school is incredible.”

“Yeah,” He says simply, “She’s a very smart girl.”

You expect him to ask after Noah, ask him a little about what he’s like, maybe what his favourite subjects are at school or whether he’s in any sports clubs or anything, but he doesn’t offer anything else to you, doesn’t ask any questions.

There’s a lull in the conversation, saved by the waitress dropping your meals in front of you, fresh tomato pasta with chicken for you and steak and mashed potatoes with asparagus for Joel. You swirl your fork through the pasta, scooping some into your mouth as Joel cuts into his steak. Your eyes are trained on him, watching how he eats - it’s one of your big tests, table manners, and to be fair to him, he passes with flying colours - sure he eats a bit fast, but it’s nothing off-putting, and he seems to be able to use a knife and fork properly and chew with his mouth closed, which is a far cry from the last person you’d been out with.

“You look really good tonight,” You offer, setting your fork down for a moment, “The flannel is very Texas.”

You think in the dim light you can see him flush a little, and you’ve not said anything that isn’t true, he does look good. Fucking great actually. Joel finishes swallowing, takes a swig of his beer.

“Thank you,” He tips his head towards you, “You look nice too,” He brings his hand up to his face to motion, “Rosy cheeks.”

You try not to let your disappointment show, it is a compliment after all, so you put all your focus back down into your meal, the two of you finishing your food in a rather awkward silence - you willing Joel to ask you something, to start a conversation, anything really. You watch as Joel pushes the asparagus around his plate after eating two of the spears, finishing off his steak and potatoes but leaving the rest of the greens.

When the waitress comes back to clear your plates, she asks if you’d like the dessert menu. You look to Joel, who tips his head in a way to say it’s up to you, but this has quite possibly been the most excruciating few hours of your life, so you drain your glass of wine, tip the last of the bottle into the glass and sit to wait for the bill.

“Listen,” Joel starts, dragging your attention from the bottom of your glass to him, a look of slight regret on his face, “I ain’t too good at all this,” He tries to explain, “It’s been a long time and I’m a little rusty.”

You kind of want to wring his ass for it a little, but underneath his apparent disinterest, you can still see the nerves of the guy who first walked through the door, and you get it, you think you’d been similar when you first started dating again, but you don’t think you’d completely lost the ability to think of a single question.

Joel insists on paying the bill and you don’t fight him for the privilege of splitting it - you think it might upset some of that southern chivalry he has and for someone else they’ll love that. It’s a silent affair as you both stand up, gather your things.

“How are you getting home?” Joel asks, holding the front door open for you.

“I can just grab a cab,” You smile, “How about you?”

He points to a truck, “Only had one so I can drive home,” He explains, “Do you mind if I wait with you for your cab?” He asks, “I’d feel better knowing you get in one safe.”

“Of course,” You smile, “The hostess called one for me, so it shouldn’t be long.”

There’s another lull in conversation, thankfully your cab arrives quickly, saving the silence from falling into awkwardness again. Joel beats you to the door, opening it for you.

“I would say it’s been nice meeting you,” He speaks, “But I feel like I made this real difficult, and I’m sorry for that.”

Going to step into the cab, you stop, leaning down to put your bag in the back seat, pausing a little before you turn back around to him, meeting his eyes. They’re striking, dark brown and beautiful, and trying to tell you just how much he knows he’s messed up. It makes your heart sink because you feel that sadness too, knowing he had so much promise, that he understood you in a way you thought other people didn’t, without even needing to talk to you, he’s a single parent, he gets it, like other people don’t. It frustrates you, makes your breath catch in your throat and your eyes glass over.

You bring a comforting hand to his shoulder, “It’s okay,” You add a smile at the end, “It takes some time to get used to this all again, I was the same,” You look down at your shoes, “It’ll get easier each time you do it, I promise.”

His head dips, regret flashed across his face, like he wishes he could go back and do it all over but better this time.

“M’sorry, again,” His tone is low, morose even, then he dips, presses a soft kiss to your cheek, “Get home safe.”

You flop down on your bed, hand running over your face, wondering at what point it had gone wrong. He’d had so much potential, had seemed like he could be so right for you, so what went wrong?

No sooner have you sent the ‘home safe’ message to Dixie, do you feel the soft vibrating of your phone. You answer, put the phone on loudspeaker and set it by your head.

“So, how did it go?”

You groan, “He had so much potential Dix,” You let out a pained noise, “I don’t know where it went wrong?!”

“Oh honey,” She coos down the phone, aware more than anyone how much you wanted to be done with dating and finally have someone you could spend time with, “What happened?”

“I don’t even know!” You exclaim, “Like, I could tell he was nervous, and this was his first date in years, but it was like he’d never spoken to a woman in his life, it was so hard!”

You can hear her sucking on her teeth on the other end of the phone, “Are you being too hard on him?” She asks, “You always say the cocky men are no good because they’re rehearsed, maybe he just needs time to warm up?”

“Dixie, I’d need a flamethrower to warm him up!”

That gets a giggle out of her, “Mama, listen to me,” She goes into serious mode now, “Not everyone is as seasoned as you at this, and if this was his first date in years and he comes face to face with you? Of course he’s going to be nervous, you can’t write him off just for that honey.”

That’s when your truth really hits out, “But what if I spend all that time warming him up and it’s a waste of time? He could turn out to be no good for me and then I’ve wasted so much time instead of trying to find the right person.”

“Honey, respectfully, you’re forty, not at the end of your life, I promise that maybe spending some time trying to unravel someone a little instead of writing them off immediately might actually be worth it.”

“I don’t know, Dix…” You trail off.

“Just sleep on it, okay?” She offers, “See how you feel when you wake up before you send him the ‘thanks but no thanks’ message.”

“Okay, I promise.”

The two of your say goodbye to each other, you stay led on the bed for a while before you push yourself up, plug your phone into the charger, noticing the notification from Hinge when your screen lights up. You can see it’s Joel’s name that sits on the front screen. You sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed, weighing up whether to read it or not. Deciding that if you do read it, you’re likely to make a decision against what Dixie told you, so you leave the notification sitting there, get yourself ready for bed and then will yourself to sleep without going over every second of the date wondering what you could have done differently.

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melody22222 · 10 months

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hi, how are you doing? If is not a bother can you make a yandere ex fuckboy x insecure reader, she is insecure of his past and the girls he used to stay with before they start dating and is terrified of him cheating on her, that bothers the yandere a lot and he goes to the extreme to prove to her that he doesn't want anyone else.

Unveiling Love

Male Yandere x Insecure!Fem reader

A/n: I'M SO SO SO SO SORRY I SWEAR, I was suppose to post your request like a week ago but our WIFI was literally off for A WEEK. I was literally in a living nightmare. Oh my god... but I'm back, and I'll write every request- God, a whole week without WIFI...Just imagine... ugh need Patrick Bateman hands on my neck right now😔.

Word count: 3k

This is like a rip off of Zane's one shot I did, but you never know.... they could be friends, brothers, work friends, hell... (Maybe even Zane's partner in crime.)

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You find yourself in the bathroom for the third time, splashing cold water on your face in an attempt to calm down. And each time you do it, you hope that the sensation will help ease your racing thoughts and bring a sense of tranquility.

You were worried, scared, anxious. You stepped out of the bathroom, eyeing the bedroom door with growing unease. Your head throbbed, thoughts swirling as fear consumed you.

It’s midnight and your boyfriend still hasn't come home yet. He told you he’s going to be late today which was unusual.

You flopped onto the bed, burying your face in the soft pillow and letting out a sigh. For the past 3 hours, all you did was overthink about your boyfriend, even though you knew he would be late. You couldn't help but worry, so you even called him.

‘Sweetheart, you know I’ll stay at the office till midnight, I’ve told you.’

‘I know, I’m just checking if you are…okay.’

You couldn’t stop thinking about his words. When you were on the call, you pushed the phone closer so you could maybe hear any background noises but there was nothing. That still didn’t reassure you. You were afraid that maybe…just maybe, he’s with someone.

You’ve been with your boyfriend for almost a year now, everything seemed to be great until you asked him about his past, you were just…curious, that’s all…

When he told you he doesn’t know, that he slept with so many other women in the past that he lost count, your heart sank deep, very deep. Till that day, you slept every night, overthinking. It’s been killing you and you never told your boyfriend about it. You’d ask him questions here and there, but he doesn’t seem to notice anything unusual with you lately.

But you were grateful and truly happy to be with someone who loves and adores you…loves you a little too much. You were still in fear mode.

You laid on the right side of the bed, still thinking. You grab the plushie that was laying next to you, it was a plushie of your boyfriend. Your boyfriend gave it to you so whenever he’s away, you’ll just hug the mini version of him that he gave you. The same hair, the same eye color, the same fashion style.

You wish that he was never away

You had enough. Your cries burst out of anger, you threw the plushie that you've been hugging for the past 10 minutes across the room.

‘Stupid, stupid. Stupid.’

Your cries slowly escalated, you buried your head on the pillow again. You just wanted all the pain to go away. You suddenly hear the door open fast, making you startle. You immediately knew who it was and quickly wiped your tears away.

You didn’t want him to know you’ve been crying literally everywhere for god knows how long, the bathroom, the bedroom, the kitchen, the foyer, to a point you couldn’t cry anymore.

“Darling, I’m home.”

You heard a masculine voice announced. You turn to face him and cheerfully smile, hoping he doesn’t notice your red and sore eyes. You didn’t even hear the front door open, and all that because of your cries.

“Ezra, you’re home.” Still smiling, you’re so glad that he’s back.

Ezra places his brief case carefully on the floor and walks closer to you. He hovered on top of you and began to kiss you, making you giggle in the kiss. You placed your arms on his shoulders.

“God, I missed you so much, princess.” He says between the kiss, he breaks the kiss and goes to your cheek and jaw, planting small pecks.

“I missed you too.” There was still some raspiness in your voice when you spoke. Ezra backed his head a little so he could look at your face clearly.

His smile slowly disappears when he sees your sore eyes, “Why are your eyes so red, baby? Have you been crying?” He brushed his thumb against your eyes, making you deliberately blink.

‘Shit.’ You thought. You didn’t expect him to say that.

“Oh ummm, I- uhh, a lot of… a lot of sand went through my eyes like right now when I opened the balcony before you came, it’s so windy.” You awkwardly laughed, “I’m glad you are home.”

‘God, please let him change the subject. Please.’

Ezra stared at you down with a blunt stare, not convinced at whatever you just blabbered about, he knew something was up and that made you gulp nervously.

He seemed like he wanted to say something, you took the action on your own before he says something. “So, how was work? A lot of work tonight I see.” You said bubbly as if you weren’t just a crying mess a few moments ago.

“Work was great, and I assume everything is great as well with you and your new friend sand, who seems to like your eyes, a lot.” He said in a stern tone.

You knew at that moment that he already found out. You just simply gave him a soft smile and looked down at his chest, avoiding his stare.

“Hmmm…” Ezra hummed as he got off of you. He walks to the desk, opening one of the drawers. He takes out a…CD? You watch him place the CD on the old gramophone that was sitting on the desk. You heard an old 90s song ‘There! I’ve said it again’ By Vaughn Monroe playing in your ears.

“Ezra…what are you doing?” You awkwardly laughed again. He ignored your question and walked towards you again. He stares down at you and smiles. Out of nowhere, he grabs your hand and jerks you up, making you stand up.

You give him a confused look but he doesn't say anything to your lost expression as he grabs your hand and places it on his shoulder then he puts his hand on your back.

You both had 2 free hands, they waited for you both to hold them together. He took your hand as both of your free hands finally met, together. He moved his body slowly, he circled you across the room.

You giggled again, “Ezra, you know that I’m very, very terrible at dancing.”

“Shhh,” Ezra silenced you with a finger on your lips. “I got you.”

He turned elegantly with you, his body in tune with the slow music making you stomp on his expensive leather black shoes but he didn’t seem to mind. There was some sort of harshness on him that you couldn’t place your finger at, but you were too busy trying not to stomp him again. You couldn’t feel relaxed.

The warmth between the two of you grew more powerful by the second. Your heartbeat was growing steadily along with it. You kept your gaze on his muscled chest, averting his strong gaze. Ezra was staring deep into your soul, but still kept a smile on his face.

“You know how much I love you, right?” You suddenly hear him say.

You nodded surely and let out a small, ‘mhm.’

The warmth once spreading in your chest was now going cold, sinking down to your stomach.

Ezra guided you across the room as if you were in a dream. He kept his eyes on you, yet still, he knew exactly where to take you. Every moment, every angle seemed to be planned in advanced

You still couldn’t keep up with him, you stomped him again. You looked up to him, meeting his strong gaze. “Sorry…” Mumbling, you gave him a clumsy smile.

“Let’s go to the balcony, I wanna get some of this wind too.” Ezra spoke.

Your eyes slightly widened, “Umm-”

Ezra didn’t let you continue as he strolled towards the balcony door, hand still around your back. He slowly opened it and led you outside. A gentle breeze of coldness hit your warm skin that made you relax a bit.

“Oh just feel that strong wind, making our hair fly.” He said in a sarcastic tone.

There was no strong wind, there was no sand going through our eyes. There was nothing, just the night sky that was brimming with bright stars and the moon.

The music was still playing from inside but it got muffled as Ezra closed the balcony door. You both stood on the railing, there was some silence but you thanked god that there was some music that interrupted the silence, even if it was muffled.

Ezra placed his arms on the railing, bending over a little. He looked up in the sky, mesmerized by the glowing stars.

“Look at the sand princess, hitting directly in my eyes. I think the sand also likes me too” Another sarcasm escaping from his lips.

You kept your eyes down like a child getting scolded by their mother.

He didn’t say anything afterwards. You turned your head slightly away from him, pretending to look at the tall and thick trees.

“Oh my god princess, so much sand. My eyes are so red.” He put his fingers on his eyes, pretending to get dust out.

“Ezra I-” You turn your head on his side.

“Why did you throw the plushie on the floor, Y/n?” His voice became stern, turning his body in your direction as he removed his arms from the railing.

You didn’t know what to say, you just looked down.

“Look at me.” He came closer to you.

You gave him a quick glance in his eyes and looked back down again.

“Come on, I know something is wrong whenever you throw me away. What is it, baby?”

The moment he said that, your eyes got watery from the tears that started forming in your eyes.

“E-Ezra..” Your voice quivered when you looked up at him.

You rapidly wrapped your arms around his waist, you buried your face onto his chest as you sobbed louder.

“Oh, baby…” He said in such a soft tone. Ezra followed your action, wrapping his arms around you and placing his hand on the back of your head, “Shhh, it’s okay.”

Ezra’s comfort relaxed you a bit but still didn’t stop you from crying against his chest. You clutched tighter around him.

You wished that you’d stay like this and feel his warmth forever, you knew you weren’t gonna get out of this. You were scared to confront him, scared to tell him what’s been bothering you lately because you thought it’s childish and it will make him angry.

“Baby, tell me. Tell me what’s wrong.” He removes your head from his chest so he could see your face streamed with tears clearly, which has been wetting his tie and dress shirt with your tears.

“I-...” You couldn’t speak because of the uncontrollable hiccupping. You were a slobbering mess, you felt utterly embarrassed, you felt weak in front of him.

“Come on, sit down.” Ezra breaks the hug and leads you slowly to a chair on the balcony, you sit down on the dark-wooden chair. You didn’t expect him to get on his knees right in front of you. He looks up to you and cups your cheek.

“Deep breaths, princess.” He tries to calm you down. You take 3 heavy breaths, he strokes your thigh with his other hand, helping you a bit.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” He repeats his words.

You managed to calm down after a few moments. The hiccupping stopped, but your face was wet with tears. Ezra stops stroking your cheek and begins to wipe all the tears away.

“What’s wrong?” He asks tenderly. You looked down at him. He was still on his knees. You both locked your eyes together.

“Ezra I… I need you to be honest with me.” You licked your chapped lips.

“Honest about what?” He asked, confused.

You took another deep breath.

“Today, you told me you were going to be late…” You paused a bit.

“Yeah? I was preparing all the papers. Tomorrow, a lot of big and very important clients will be coming.”

He was still confused.

“Did you really…did you really prepare whatever papers, or did you go out with someone?” You slightly bite your lips, growing more nervous.

“What?” He widened his eyes. “No- no..no? Absolutely not, why would you think like that princess?”

You whined a little, covering your face with your hands, “I’m so sorry.”

“Sweetheart, don’t...” He removes your hands, “It’s okay. Why would you think that?”

“I just- I don’t know I-”

“Is that why your eyes were red when I entered the room? And why you throw the plushie on the floor?”

You gave him no answer, looking down full of embarrassment.

“Sweetheart…I’m madly, insanely, extremely, foolishly in love with you, can’t you see that? I forgot that women existed when I first laid my eyes on you.” He chuckles slowly.

“But… everytime we go out, there are multiple gorgeous women around you.” You spoke down to him

He squeezes your hand, “Really,” Ezra chuckles softly again, “I haven’t noticed.”

“Stop Ezra, you know what I mean. Your…” You slightly groaned, “Your exes.”

“What about them?”

“It’s just… it’s not just the exes Ezra, all the women in the past with you. I feel like…you wanna go back to that.”

“Princess, I do not give a single fuck about any of them anymore, I have only got my eyes on you, darling.

He sighs, “Listen to me, listen to me very closely.”

He looked down a bit before speaking, “I know I’ve been a whore in the past. I slept with thousands of women, just sleeping with them. But I’ve never felt a single clear identifiable emotion for them. It was just sex.”

He pauses a bit, turning his head on the left side and licking his lips.

“Love wasn’t something I believed in Y/n, all this Romeo and Juliet lovey goofy shit. All I wanted was just satisfaction from other women. They come in the night, filling my satisfaction. In the morning, they are gone. Just like that.”

“I have never felt any lovey dovey shit before with any women. But god, the moment I laid my eyes on you. I didn’t just fall in love with you Y/n, I flew.”

“You have no idea how much you changed me, like every woman I met, I forgot about all of them because all of my thoughts are filled with just you. “

“I knew I’d make you mine, and only mine when I saw you. You don’t understand how much I love you, that I’d kill for you.”

He stands up, taking both of your hands in his.

“Come here, stand up.”

You followed his order, standing up. His hands were still gripping yours as he led you to the railings. He wraps his arms around you from the back, placing his chin on your shoulder.

You were caught off guard, You didn’t really expect that at all. Your thoughts ran miles around your head, doubting his love.

Doubts flooded your mind as you questioned whether his words truly reflected his love for you.

“You’re all I can think about… I’d kill every single girl in the past to show you how much I love you.”

You smiled to yourself as soon as he said it, thinking he was just being dramatic like usual.

He gently releases his embrace and steps in front of you, his hands resting on your flushed cheeks.

“I love you so much, I love you so so fucking much, more than anything in this fucking world.”

He leans in, planting tender kisses on your face - your cheeks, nose, lips, and jaw. You can’t help but giggle with your face squished in his palms while he kisses you.

“And there’s that smile that I love to see. You’re so beautiful…” He whispers those last few words, pulling you closer and pressing your body against the balcony railing, his lips trailing down to your neck.

“Ezra-” A muffled whimper escapes your shaky throat as your hand grips the railings tightly.

“I love you...” He gently kisses your neck, “I love you.” Another kiss. “I love you so much.” And another kiss. He kept kissing your neck, saying ‘I love you’ with each one, leaving you all giggly but shocked at the same time.

The crying mess you pulled finally faded away.

“Come on, let’s go shower…” He walks backward, his face still buried in your neck, planting hungry kisses that leave small hickeys.

The tension was slowly getting hot and steamy. The looped music got unmuffled and ringed through yours and Ezra's ears as he opened the balcony door.

He leads you to the bathroom, opening it. You glanced towards the sink, images of you shedding tears on it flashing in your mind. But You didn’t have any time to think of anything anymore because of Ezra’s distraction.

He closes the door behind you, letting go of you. His voice was low and commanding. “Take your clothes off for me, princess,” He murmurs.

Reluctantly, you comply, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness as you slowly remove your shirt. Your gaze drifts downward, avoiding the intensity of the moment, as you become acutely aware of your boyfriend undressing before you.

He took his coat and tie off, along with his dress shirt. You finally took the rest of your clothes except your underwear. Nervousness took over you at how Ezra was staring at your nakedness. You slowly looked down and slid down your underwear, you suddenly heard Ezra’s heavy breath as he took off his belt with his pants.

The atmosphere grew hotter as both of your clothes were discarded, building up an electric tension. The intense stare Ezra giving you amplified the thrill. You could hear his deep breaths and quiet groans because of how silent the bathroom was.

He walks towards you and pulls you closer, his desire fueling his every move. With a passion, he kissed you deeply, evoking a whimper of pleasure from your lips. He leads you to the glass shower backwards, turning on the faucet as water cascades over both of you.

His tongue slipped on your mouth, making you gasp a little. He starts exploring inside you as he grips you tightly. You opened your eyes and were met with his charcoal grey ones, there was some desire filled in his gaze you couldn’t catch.

Suddenly, he pushes you gently into the glass shower wall. You let out another slight gasp at his unexpected action. His mouth was still devouring yours. He smiles blissfully, Ezra’s hand trails down your body, reaching to your sensitive spot.

“Let me show you just how much I love you, princess.”

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Wait...before you go...pick something to do with Ezra while music playing in the background, you have multiple options. (Just an idea I thought it would be cool.)

1- Have a hot and messy make out with Ezra while West Coast by Lana Del Rey playing in the background (Sped up version, best part, Ofcccc)

Song: West Coast - Lana Del Rey

2- Have a slow make out that's filled with passion and love with Ezra while Lovers From The Past By Mareux (Slowed version) is playing in the background.

Song: Lovers From The Past (I WANT TO BE JUST LIKE YOU~ BUT YOU GAVE YOURSELF AWAY~)

3- Have a slow dance with Ezra BUT it's actually very fast, you both have to dance speedily with the music, while Imitadora By Romeo Santos is playing in the background. (Best part, very sped up.)

Song: Imitadora By Romeo Santos

4- Just imagine Ezra in a song edit in his Valentino Couture suit while The Lost Soul Down By NBSPLV (Slowed down version.) playing.

Song: The Lost Soul Down By NVSPLV

5- Just Ezra and you driving around the city as he teases you playfully, dancing smoothly a bit, singing and hitting his steering wheel playfully in his seat with his song blasting on his phone while you are sitting next to him. You are extremely fed up and kept a poker face while he annoyed you and kept laughing with his song called Too Many Nights by Metro Boomin, Don Toliver & Future (Sped up version.)

Song: Too Many Nights by Metro Boomin, Don Toliver & Future

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Me personally, I just want him to just smash my head endlessly on the wall while Lovers from the past By Mareux is playing.

"All this Romeo and Juliet lovey goofy shit" LMAOOOOO STOP I LOVE EZRA. He definitely listens to Lana.

#male yandere #romance #yandere #oneshot #drabble #angst #yandere x reader #yandere core #fluff #smut #yandere male #soft yandere #tw yandere #yandere blog #yandere oc #oneshot requests #light angst

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The Tortured Poets Department Review

Now that I've sat with it for a few days, I actually have some coherent thoughts on TTPD, though I won't know where it falls in my overall rankings for a while.

Overall

The thing people aren't getting is that this is Taylor Swift. This is, quite honestly, one of the most quintessentially Taylor albums she's ever released. It has the lyricism of Folklore, the sensibilities of Evermore, the self-awareness of Reputation, the storytelling of Fearless, the specificity of Debut and Speak Now, the vagueness and metaphors of 1989, the synths of Midnights, the rawness of Red. It's American Gothic. It's fictional. It's nonfiction. It's confessional, it's scathing, it's cringe, it's clever, it's more than a little crazy.

She admitted things in this album you couldn't waterboard out of me. People say it's the most unlikeable she's been, but it's also the most human. She's not censoring herself to keep her likeability. That's brave.

Fortnight [feat. Post Malone]

Do I like it? Yes. Do I think it should have been the album opener and the lead single? No, probably not. I'm planning on doing a track by track breakdown later, so I'm not going to go in depth on the lyrics here, but there are some interesting metaphors. You can tell she thinks she's slaying the "I want to kill her" line, and while she is, I don't think she's serving as much as she thinks. A vibe. On my playlist but not on repeat. 7/10

The Tortured Poets Department

The title track. This should have been the opener and lead single. It makes a much better mission statement for what this album is than Fortnight does. Who's gonna hold you like Taylor Swift? No fucking body. The production is.... twinkly? for lack of a better word. She's being specific and metaphorical, making cultural references, and she's self-aware--this is Taylor Swift, people. A vibe. Not on repeat, but only because I have others I prefer, not because I don't love it. 9/10

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

It's a metaphor, it's tongue in cheek, it's self-aware, it's heartbreaking, it's a bop. She knows the relationship is toxic and killing her, but it wasn't always, and so she keeps holding on hoping it will go back to the way it started. At the end, she accepts that it won't be going back. Lyricism? Peak. Beat? Peak. On repeat. 10/10

Down Bad

Incredibly real and human. She's reflecting on the feelings of being love bombed then left behind, how it feels so good until it really, really doesn't. A call back to New Romantics. The lyrics say sob, the beat says dance. 10/10 on loop.

So Long London

A track five. Does it live up to the name? I'm not sure. It's sad, certainly, but it doesn't have the rawness of All Too Well or My Tears Ricochet. It's more resigned and tired. She's accepted that the relationship has fallen apart and now she's just tired, frustrated, and ready to be done. Even if she's sad, she still has some control, and that makes it a little easier. Drags on a little long for me, but the flip of "so long" is definitely clever, and she has some very relatable lyrics, and I see the purpose to it being on the album. 7/10.

But Daddy I Love Him

Love Story's older sibling. Again, I won't get too into it bc I want to do a breakdown. She's self-aware but it doesn't help because she's just desperate to make her own decisions. Calling out conservatives and small-town churches. Cringe in places but that's our girl. Minus a point for the baby lyric being in the chorus instead of like. the bridge. Half a point back bc you SHOULD have seen my face. 9.5/10.

Fresh Out The Slammer

This has some juicy information, but I'll save that for the breakdown. Very metaphorical, but also specific enough we know what's going on. Excellent story-telling. Really brings us into the headspace she was in at the time. I don't have it on repeat but through no fault of it's own. 10/10.

Florida!!! [feat. Florence and the Machine]

Flop. The drug metaphor isn't that creative and while there are a few decent lyrical moments, it's just not that good and the soundscape isn't interesting enough to redeem it. That said, even a bad taylor swift song is better than a lot of other artists. 5/10.

Guilty As Sin?

I don't think I've ever heard a song approaching this issue (emotional infidelity) in this way. It's got all the hallmarks of a Taylor Swift song: pop culture references, references to her past discography, religious symbolism, an outro that matches the intro. It's painfully honest, unapologetic, and human. A bop. 10/10.

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

Mad Woman and Mirrorball are shaking in their boots. It's giving horror, it's giving Salem Witch Trials, it's giving a reflection on fame and its effects. It's terrifying, it's haunting, it's beautiful, it's heartbreaking, it's unhinged. 10/10 doesn't feel like high enough.

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

We're at the saloon and I'm happy to be there. Another song that is quintessentially Taylor: country sensibilities, religious themes, self-awareness, story telling, change in the outro, bad decisions made out of love. Not my favorite but only because I like other songs better, not because I don't like it. 9/10.

loml

This may be the saddest song she's ever written. Two meanings to "loml" as there should be. She's heartbroken and it's breaking me too. Vocals are giving "I'm on the verge of tears." Story telling, religious themes, metaphors. It's scathing, it's haunting, it's confessional. I'm not crying you are. 10/10.

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

Lyrics are giving heartbreak, sound is giving bop. So powerful and relatable. Excellent storytelling, and tells us so much about her headspace. We know exactly what she's talking about. It's giving Youre On Your Own Kid. 10/10.

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

The storytelling, imagery, details--all peak Taylor. It's scathing, it's haunting, it's Taylor Fucking Swift. Wild to me that Mattie Healy's family listened to the album and were relieved because it could have been worse when this was in it. This, the take town of the century, could have been worse. Legendary. 10/10.

The Alchemy

If one more person tries to claim this is about Travis Kelsey there will be blood. "Oh but the football metaphor--" she's been doing that for years. Miss Americana, anyone? She's weirdly obsessed with high school football. This isn't about Travis, it's clearly about a rekindled relationship, not a new one. Travis can't spell "heroine" (I don't think he's stupid, but his tweets have proven he cannot spell). Metaphorical, clever, and definitely tells us her mindset. A bop. 9/10.

Clara Bow

This song. The Lucky One, Nothing New, they're both shaking in their boots. A reflection on what it's like to be a pop culture woman, the lies they tell you, and the promises they pull from you. Taylor saying her own name in a song. AND it's the album closer. 10/10 isn't nearly good enough.

Extended Album

The Black Dog

The storytelling, the way she took a single moment of stalking her ex and turned it into a beautiful lament on what it's like to lose someone and imagine what they're doing now, then in the outro brought it back to that one instant--and people say she can't write. Religious themes, references to past songs, this has it all. 10/10

imgonnagetyouback

Before people go around accusing her of copying Olivia Rodrigo, this would have been written before Get Him Back came out, so no copying occurred on anyone's part. They each took the concept and turned it into two very different songs. Imagery, story telling, craziness, a BRIDGE. 9/10.

The Albatross

Story telling, metaphors, literary references, clever turns of phrase, a change of meaning in the outro. Either a reflection on the way she's frequently depicted or is fictional, most likely a reflection on the way she's depicted through a fictional character. Just feels a little distant to me. 8/10

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

Heartbreak, metaphors, bisexuals--what more can I ask for? All while she's imagining her ex moving on and thinking about how it fell apart. Objectively good but just not that interesting to me. 7/10

How Did It End?

Another that's objectively good but just not clicking for me. Story telling, metaphors, the lyricism is slaying. Asking how it ended through the lens of a gossip uninvolved in the relationship, but not being sure how it ended herself. 7/10.

So High School

Glitter gel pen. Objectively, not that creative or interesting. It's just a bit of fun. She's not taking herself seriously, she's writing silly song about how she feels like a silly teenager in love, and it does have some interesting lyrics. It's a bop. You know Travis heard this and was like "this is great babe I love it." Objectively, like a six, but this song has a choke hold on me for some fucking reason. 9/10.

I Hate It Here

Everyone's talking about the racists lyric and I swear reading comprehension is gone. Piss on the poor. This is for the girlies who daydream 'too much', who devoured books in middle school, who took things to seriously and too literally. 10/10.

thanK you aIMee

This song is so funny to me. "Here's thirty songs about my mental state and btw fuck Kim K." Serving metaphor, lyricism, and homicide. A mythology reference. A scathing takedown. 8/10 an icon.

I Look In People's Windows

I've not seen nearly enough people talking about this one. It's so relatable, honest, and unhinged. Storytelling, imagery, wondering what if. Heartbreak. I've never heard a song take this approach to these emotions. 9/10.

The Prophecy

The desperation, the feeling of hopelessness, they hit hard. She's reflecting on the repeating patterns of lost relationships, and how it feels inevitable at this point, and how she's willing to beg for it. She's losing hope, and willing to do just about anything to have it again. 10/10 devestating.

Cassandra

I am a mythology nerd at heart, so using Cassandra as a metaphor was a guaranteed way to get me obsessed with a song. She's serving lyricism, story telling, imagery, metaphor, mythology references, anger, sadness, what more could I ask for? Heart breaking. 10/10

Peter

Literature references, lyrics, heartbreak. Objectively, it's very good, but I'm bored. 7/10.

The Bolter

Storytelling, imagery, lyrics, literature references, the Bolter serves it all. I'm not entirely sure what it's about but it's a bop. I think it's fictional, but it's Taylor reflecting on her own life through the lens of this fictional girl. 9/10

Robin

I. Don't care. It's probably got great lyrics or something but I skip before I'm through the first verse because I'm just bored. Sonically, boring. Lyrically, the first verse doesn't redeem it. I've listened all the way through once and it was enough for me. It's not egregious, it's just not interesting. Flop. 4/10.

The Manuscript

I also skip this one but I have more of an appreciation for it than I do for Robin, just because of the subject matter. I have my theories on what it's about *cough* All Too Well Ten *Cough*. I like this as an album closer as well. French press lyric kills me. 7/10.

#microwave talks #ts 11 #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #ttpd

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House Of Fire And Ice

A Jaime Lannister x Oc Targaryen Story

Hi! This my first time writing a story on here so I hope you like it I'll probably post more chapters of this if it doesn't flop so enjoy!

"Madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. Every time a new Targaryen is born, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land."

But...What if it landed on greatness?

Midnight, At House Stark-Targaryen

In the dimly lit chamber, Rainelle Targaryen's cries echoed as she brought forth new life. Costance and Poppy, her faithful maids, offered support while Orion Stark stood by her side, a pillar of reassurance. "You're almost there, Rainelle. One more push," he urged, his voice unwavering.

With a final surge of strength, Rainelle welcomed Riyah Stark Targaryen into the world. "Give me my baby," she whispered, arms outstretched. The maids carefully placed the dragon wolf cub in her embrace, a symbol of the union between House Targaryen and House Stark.

Orion, now seated beside Rainelle, couldn't conceal his joy. "And what is the name of this little one?" he asked, his gaze shifting from the newborn to his wife.

"Riyah Stark Targaryen, Dragonborn, Mother Of Wolves, The Healer, And maybe one day a Peacekeeper" Rainelle declared with pride. The room filled with warmth as the baby dragoncub opened her eyes, revealing a mesmerizing shade of light purple, accented by a ring of grey. The newly expanded family basked in the magical moment, a legacy of fire and ice embodied in their precious child.

In the midstof their joy, Leone, Orion's trusted confidant, burst in, his appearance disheveled. Concern etched across Orion's face, he demanded an explanation. "Leone, what's the meaning of this?" The reply came in breathless gasps, "They're here, and they want the baby."

Rainelle, startled, turned her gaze to Orion, disbelief etched on her face. "I thought we'd have more time!" she exclaimed, desperation in her voice. Orion sighed, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "Me too."

Moving swiftly, Orion took their precious newborn from Rainelle's arms and handed her to Leone. "Get her to Winterfell. If we're not out of the castle before the bell rings, Leave, once you get there, talk with Lyanna and Rhaegar Stark. Tell them Orion Stark sent you." Leone nodded, a silent understanding passing between them.

Tears welled in Rainelle's eyes as she struggled to accept the separation. "There has to be another way," she pleaded. Orion, gripping her hand, met her gaze with a heavy heart. "There is no other way."

As Leone prepared to depart, Rainelle held onto the brief moments with her baby, sorrow painting her face. The impending threat forced them into a painful decision, and time slipped away like sand through their fingers.

Leone sprinted through the castle, grateful that the baby remained peacefully asleep. Though torn by leaving his best friend behind, he knew protecting the newborn took precedence. In a dark corridor, he encountered The damned, scrawny, burnt creatures from the depths of hell. Drawing his sword, Leone faced the menacing beings.

As they fixated on the baby, their charge began. Leone, swift and determined, struck down two of them, ensuring the child's safety. Surprisingly, the baby remained undisturbed, peacefully asleep amidst the chaos. Breathing heavily, Leone sheathed his sword, unaware of the remaining threat.

Unseen by Leone, a lone creature lunged, but before it could strike, the baby's eyes glowed purple. In an unexpected display of power, the creature fell lifeless. Leone, astonished, turned to the baby who was clapping and smiling. "Did you do that?" he asked in disbelief, and Riyah responded with happy coos.

"Thank you, little one," Leone expressed his gratitude, realizing the extraordinary nature of the child in his arms.

In the biting cold, Leone emerged into the snowy night, footsteps echoing in the silence as he navigated the forest. Concealed behind a tree, he anxiously awaited Rainelle and Orion. Hours stretched into eternity, and when the ominous bell finally tolled, signaling danger, neither of them emerged.

Holding back tears, Leone's resolve solidified. He moved purposefully towards the stable, determined to carry out Orion's wishes. With a heavy heart, he secured a horse and embarked on the journey through the forest, the long road to Winterfell lying ahead. The weight of responsibility pressed upon him as he rode into the unknown, the fate of the newborn and the future of House Stark-Targaryen resting on his shoulders.

Time skip to winterfell

The journey to Winterfell proved arduous, but Leone's arrival was met with the sight of the rising sun, ushering in a new day. Riding through the streets, he reached the entrance of the Stark house, where two guards stood vigilant.

"I'm here to see Lyanna and Rhaegar Stark. Tell them Orion Stark sent me," he declared, hoping the weight of his words would grant him entry. The guards exchanged whispers before one disappeared into the castle to relay the message.

After a few tense hours, the guard returned with Lyanna and Rhaegar by his side. Leone carefully dismounted, the sleeping baby in his arms. Rhaegar, memories resurfacing, acknowledged the name. "Orion Stark...I haven't heard that name in a long time."

Leone sighed sadly, delivering the painful news. "Your son has been murdered, sir, and he asked me to bring you his daughter if he didn't make it out." Lyanna gasped, tears welling in her eyes, her heart aching for the loss. Rhaegar, though silent, closed his eyes, grappling with the weight of the news.

"Is the baby okay?" Rhaegar inquired, regaining his composure. Leone nodded, and with a gesture, Rhaegar accepted the child, a silent acknowledgment of the sorrow and responsibility now shared between them.

Rhaegar gently cradled Riyah in his arms, marveling at the intriguing blend of Targaryen and Stark features she inherited. The sunlight played on her white hair, catching the subtle hue of light purple, a testament to her unique lineage. As he observed the stitching on the golden-emblazoned blanket, a symbol of her dual heritage, a warmth filled his heart.

With a soft smile, Rhaegar spoke words of welcome and protection, binding her fate to the ancient house of Stark. "Riyah Stark Targaryen will find solace within the sturdy walls of Winterfell. May the wolves of the North guard her path, and may the dragons of her bloodline watch over her journey," he declared with a solemnity that echoed through the quiet town.

The solemn moment marked a union of two great houses, an acknowledgment of Riyah's destined place among the wolves of the North. Rhaegar, with a sense of duty and affection, placed her back into the arms of leone, hoping that the alliance forged in that entrance way would stand the test of time. As the sun continued to cast its warm glow, a new chapter unfolded for Riyah Stark Targaryen within the ancient and storied walls of Winterfell.

#game of thrones #jaime lannister #house stark #house targaryen #dragonborn #winterfell #oc

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Forever

Draco x Fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word count : 0.4k

You drew in a deep, long breath, not enough oxygen in the world to soothe you.

Your shoes made loud thuds against the cobblestone floors of the castle as you raced through the corridors trying your hardest to get to your boyfriends dorm quickly.

It had just struck midnight when you had remembered that you promised Draco you would meet him at the astronomy tower after dinner. Which you forgot about.

Your body came to a sudden halt when you reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room. You balled your hand into a fist and collided it with the door, begging Merlin that someone was still awake.

The door swung open, a tired Blaise Zabini standing in its frame. “He just headed up to his dorm,” was all the boy could say before you were pushing past him and heading for the boys dormitories.

Your aching muscles protested as you raced up the stairs, your legs slightly shaking as they tried their best to keep you up.

“Dray?” Your voiced echoed off the walls, fist gently rasping against his prefect dorm door.

There was a quiet shuffling behind the door. It went quiet again before the door swung open, Draco in nothing but a pair of boxers looking down at your frame. His hair was looking out in every direction and there were huge bags under his eyes.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you before he spoke. “I waited for you,” he huffed, turning on his heel and walking back over to his bed.

You shuffled past the frame of his door and gently shut it behind you. “I’m so sorry Dray, I got distracted with my potions essay and feel asleep,” you mumbled, heart clenching with guilt.

“It’s alright, just make sure it doesn't happen again,” He smiled at you.

“I promise it will never happen again,” you said.

He lifted the green duvet up, a sign for you to get in beside him. “Only if you want to stay the night,”

To his satisfaction, you kicked your shoes off and made your way to his bed, feet padding against the marble flooring. He smiled as you flopped into bed beside him, curling into his side and throwing a leg over his middle.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said as your eyes started to drape shut. But before you fell into your needed slumber, you were able to mumble out,

“Forever,”

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A/N: I hope you liked my first ever writing post. Sorry for it being so short but I wanted something simple to start. Feedback is appreciated!!!!

#draco malfoy #fluff #draco fluff #draco malfoy x reader #draco x you #draco x reader #harry potter #fluffy #oneshot

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Day 14 Midnight Posting

S5E1 Back in Style Honorable Mention

Let me just start this off by saying I had to rewrite this post because it somehow vanished while it was posting, so I'm going to try my best to remember as much as I can.

First off: this episode does not have any sibling moments, instead it's getting it's own post because it succeeded in making me mad in a way few shows ever have.

And in case you mistake this as me bashing the show: anytime a cartoon makes me feel emotional is a GOOD thing.

The basic premise of the segment is it's talking about how when the animation department shut down after sinking all their money into a huge blockbuster flop, the studio decides to loan out the Warners to other studios for money.

Quick fun fact: Apparently this is a reference to the fact that it actually did shut down in 1963, and loaned out the looney toons cartoons for the ABC Saturday Superstar Movie.

Anyway, the big blockbuster in question did so horribly because the main actor in it turned out to be Chicken Boo, so loaning out the Warners was their best bet.

And right as we see the Warners shipped off, we get to see THIS.

The first two cartoons they're loaned out for turn out to be spoofs of Yogi Bear and Scooby Doo.

Another fun fact: the guy that voices Fred in Scooby Doo was in the spoof!

After they were shipped back to the studio, they attempt to break free, only to get caught again, and we see THIS.

Not heartbreaking enough for you? How about THIS?

But Plotz doesn't care, because now that he's making money, he sees no reason to stop, and starts calling other studios to lend them out to.

We're treated to two more spoofs, this time of Underdog and Fat Albert.

By then, Plotz has succeeded in getting the business back on track, but stupidly decides to not tell them and keep loaning them out.

Did that make you sick just reading it? It should. Replace "loaning them out to other studios" with "trafficking" and that's essentially what he's doing to them. Remember folks, sex trafficking is not the only type out there.

Eventually, while the Warners are on yet another show as guest stars, they see a newspaper that shows a headline that essentially tells them Plotz actually doesn't need them to keep being loaned out, and has just been trying to make more money at their expense.

They of course are rightfully pissed, and go to the studio to have words with him over it.

The Warners make it clear they don't care about getting a cut of the money, they just don't want to be loaned out anymore.

Plotz then makes Stupid Mistake #2 and tells them that he's sinking all the money into a sequel starring Chicken Boo, and that's the last straw for the Warners.

But really quick: It's been long established that when the Warners look at you a certain way, that's how you know you fucked up big time, right? This isn't a new thing?

That being said, allow me to add THIS to the list of "You done fucked up" looks.

They proceed to rip up their contract and voluntarily go back to the water tower on their own, but not before we ge a moment that can only be described as foreshadowing.

Don't believe me? See for yourself.

Now I know the context is supposed to be that this happened in the 60s, but given that a) this is the first episode of the last season and b) this is a show that breaks the 4th wall constantly like it wronged them, I can't help but wonder if that was the creators telling the audience about their hopes of one day coming back.

Which make me wonder. How did that turn out again?

Oh yeah.

So since this is an honorable mention post, I want to use it to take a moment to give everyone who makes the Animaniacs, and the Warner siblings, possible, one of these.

Feel free to reblog with your own message for anyone that had a part in putting their time and effort to give us the most Animany, totally insan-ey, singing in the rain-y, siblings we could've asked for.

(video upload credit goes to @e-mirus)

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Nocturne Alchemy Bunnies

Originally published 2/28/2019

Spring is in full swing down here in Florida! I've got a trio of Bunnies from Nocturne Alchemy from their Valentine Limited Collection: Star Bunny, Speckle Bunny, and a sample of Midnite Bunny. I've actually got Candied Egyptian Musk and a sample size of Candied Crimson winging their way to me as well, I will try to update as time permits, but I wanted to get this posted, as I know the availability is winding down!

Star Bunny: Pink Grapefruit Peel & Essential Oil, White Grapefruit Peel & Essential Oil, Ruby Red Grapefruit Peel & Essential Oil, Bastet's Musk, White Santalum Absolute, White Amber, Gardenia Accord and Pink Sugar. Okay, so this starts out with a burst of grapefruit, fresh and zesty, and the gardenia, white floral. As it settles, the musk and sandalwood come out to play, along with the sugar. I get nervous about grapefruit scents, but I absolutely love citrus usually, like lime, lemon, and orange, so I took a chance on this one, as I'd been curious about trying NA's grapefruit with some backing notes like this, as they can do magic with things I usually cannot wear. This is no exception, as y'all probably remember I also am usually not keen on florals. This settles down within, not even kidding, five minutes, and I can already tell this is going to be a lovely scent on my skin. It has a very white bunny feel to it, just like the adorable label. The grapefruit and gardenia just settle right into the other notes, and it feels a bit fuzzy, and soft. I'm definitely feeling very evocative of spring here - thankfully in Florida, it's here, but if I were living in the snowy north, as I used to, this would be filling me with a longing for endless green, lush plants, warm sunshine, bright blue skies. I have been trying to push my boundaries lately, and wear more of a variety, and this is just what I needed to add to my collection. Into long drydown, there's a bright, sunny freshness to this, but the grapefruit isn't noticeable, it's blended into the "bunny fur" feel of this scent. If you like bright, sunny, cheerful scents, or if you've been wanting to try one, this is a huge win for me, and I would definitely recommend it!

Speckle Bunny: Tonka Absolute, Studio Limited Absolutes of Crimson and Kashmir (see Studio Limited Originals), Bastet Amber Absolute, Bastet's Musk, Almond extract. Speckle Bunny is more my usual wheelhouse, judging by the notes - it seems like a gimme! So let's see what my impression is. Okay, there's an initial burst of almond, mmm! That's really lovely. Okay, it's settling quickly, and I'm getting some musks, I am catching Crimson and Kashmir chiming in for sure. There's something kinda fuzzy here - is that you, tonka? Oh MY GODDESS this is flopping down into something just snuggly and warm. Again, the cute little grey Bunny on the label is just perfect for this perfume. The amber is floating through, adding the freshness I so love. As this dries, the notes are becoming very well blended, it's hard to pick them out individually. In the long drydown, the individual notes have fully flopped into a fuzzy, warm, happy scent. The musks and almond aren't noticeable on their own, if those make you nervous, I think you'd be safe. This is a kind of magic - even more so than Star Bunny, this snuggly one evokes an actualy bunny. I don't know how they do it, but I never do. Absolute love. I'll be reaching for this one often, and I think it would make a great sleep scent.

Midnite Bunny: Coffee cake & spices accord (White Cinnamon, dusting of nutmeg, buttery vanilla cake and coffee bean), vanilla bean essence, NA Patchouli Absolute, Labdanum, Bastet Amber Essence, Vetiver and a few drops of steam distilled Hungarian Green Cognac . Ooo. Cinnamon and other spices can be the very bane of my existence, but I've had some excellent luck with NA's, so I'm going to give this a whirl and see where it takes me. Sometimes I can amp them to the exclusion of anything else, let's hope I'm lucky again here, because this is an intriguing mix of notes. Okay, swiped. Hm. Wet, I get a whiff of cinnamon, and the buttery cake. Okay, I am catching the green cognac, I love that! During drydown, the cinnamon is ramping up a bit. Uh oh. Don't do that! Hah. Okay, it's reeling itself in, phew! Disaster avoided! Okay. OH MY GODS. Oh boy. I think I want to find a full bottle of this. It's dried down and I truly get the "midnight" feel here, it's turned into something pretty sexy. I'm not even sure how to describe it, but I think it may be even more ME than Speckle Bunny is. There's a slight spiciness to it, but it definitely doesn't overwhelm, it merely enhances that sexy, come hither smell. But it's a cozy, I want to snuggle with you in the dark, sexy, if that makes sense. It's very evocative. I'm totally enjoying this. Wow! I'm kind of bowled over by the absolute change in direction here, but I don't know why I should be surprised, they're pretty consistant in making absolutely glorious stuff that surprises me. Huh. This is your Date Night (with Capital Letters!) Bunny. It's not obviously foodie, although the spice is there, but the cake and the spice meld with the rest of the notes here, so if you are wary of the foodie element, you might be pleasantly surprised! EDIT, okay I just thought of this, IS THIS JESSICA RABBIT IN A BOTTLE? IT MIGHT BE. Rawr.

Okay, y'all. I'll be back later with the Candied musks! This beautiful, sunny spring day is calling, and I smell too good to be in here at my desk. Thanks for hanging out with me!

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