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title : “you weren’t supposed to find out this way..”
warnings : none!!
luke castellan + reader
a/n : yes a sad imagine for my first post 😣
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you weren’t supposed to find out this way, luke had never planned for you to find out this way, to see him completely flip out on percy, to see him such a wreck. you were supposed to find out with him talking to you about it saying something among the lines of “i want you to join me.” but instead you found out is such a horrible heart wrecking way.
you were just following annabeth since clarisse (gf mentioned) had gone to her cabin which a few friends completely uninterested in celebrating percy who she envied, you heard a loud yell of pain with the sound of metal clashing looking at annabeth you two quickened your pace when you saw percy and luke fighting? you were confused until you heard Luke trying to convince percy to leave camp with him ‘why would luke want to leave camp??’ your thoughts consumed of the possibilities for answers but that was when luke raised his sword at percy and you knew you had to speak up and save him despite being lost for words your tounge almost incapable of moving you let out the name of the boy who had left you confused. “luke?”
it was barley audible but loud enough for both percy and luke to turn their heads to annabeth and you luke’s eyes had softened in realization the beings that meant so dearly to him bringing him back from his outburst. “annabeth..”
was the first thing he said before looking to see you the tears were brimmed in your eyes just like his (TWININGGG) his demeanor was changed from before when you found the two boys fighting “we heard everything.”
annabeth spoke her voice rough her tone so different from how she would normally use to the boy who practically raised her and cared for her, her older brother. lukes attention drew to you once again seeing the hurt expression
“sweetheart..” he let out stepping closer to you to which you backed up from him in fear as he reached his hand out to you. a tear escaped from his soft brown eyes realizing that his worst nightmare had come true. his girlfriend and his darling little sister were afraid of him, annabeth looked at you before going to percy helping him.
“you weren’t supposed to find out this way.” his voice breaking he wanted to come closer to you but stopped himself seeing how fearful you were without saying it he could just see it in your eyes, the way your beautiful eyes that he loved staring into had trailed over his face, orbs shaking he hated seeing you like that. he rarely ever did but when you were it hurt to see but this time was different from those other times, instead of you being afraid of the wars you were scared of him.
“i trusted you luke.” you let out and hearing those words it was like a punch in the gut he regretted not telling you sooner like he planned. “was everything you said a lie? is this relationship a lie? do you even love me?” hearing your heart broken voice shattered him to pieces he was disappointed in himself for making you doubt his love for you.
“no, no.. baby of course i love you i only ever lied to you about this i promise. i’m so sorry.” he cried only getting closer to you without realizing it. he had brought up a hand to your cheek running his thumb over the soft skin looking down at you he knew what he soon had to do and it pained him to leave like this he wanted to beg for you to come with him, beg for your forgiveness, beg for you to join him but it was no use seeing the fear and hurt in your eyes he knew he cut you too deep. he turned his attention from you to annabeth who was currently holding percy up his arm around around her waist luke took a deep breath.
“i love you.” he brought a soft kiss to your temple before he was gone, he ran off inside the portal he opened leaving you hurt and upset.
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a/n: i literally hate this but kinda love it, dk how to feel. i didn’t know how to end this so sorry if its bad but hope you enjoyed! and feel free to give feedback back !!
this scene broke me m still in shock, leah, walker and charlie acted SO WELL in this scene like rent was DUE
#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan angst#light angst#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo series#charlie bushnell#charlie bushnell x reader#im cryin
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Okay but imagine when (nurse!steve) reader gives birth and literally all of the nurses are so excited because todays the day!!!!
It's a long and painful labour but once the baby girl's here and checked over and the two of you have spent some time bonding with her - reader rolls her eyes and says "go on, go show her off" and steve whispers that they'll be right back and he cradles baby against his chest, carrying her out to his ward with hot tears rolling down his cheeks.
Literally all of the nurses gush over her and it distrupts the entire hospital, everyone wanting to get a glimps of Baby Harrington. Steve cries the whole time and just can't believe how lucky he is.
AN | Nurse Steve finally getting to meet his baby girl and getting to show her off! What a dream, I am so soft 🥺
Warnings | Mild Language, Nondescript mentions of labor/delivery
Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 2.4k
Masterlist | Steve, Main, Nurse Steve
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Steve thought he’d prepared for this moment. Really, he’d done a lot of reading, research, and mental preparation. He’d been in on several emergency births and c-sections, and was sure he had seen it all.
But it all was so incredibly different when it was his wife in labor, when it was his baby girl being born.
It was like everything in his mind had flown out the window and he was learning everything for the first time. All he could do now was to hope he was being a good and supportive husband.
“You are never touching me again.”
Okay, maybe he could do a better job. Or maybe it was the fact that you’d been in labor for several hours and seemed to be in a lot of pain and stress. Understandably, of course.
“You’re doing so well, angel,” he was sitting at your side and holding your hand, wishing there was something he could, “you’re almost there - she’s almost here.”
“Steven,” you turned your head to look at him, a pathetic little expression, “I don’t want to do this - I can’t do this. I’m not ready for her.”
“You can do this,” he insisted softly, “I have no doubt about that.”
“I can’t be a mom,” you ran a hand over your tired face, grimacing as another contraction came on, “I’m scared.”
“I know it’s scary,” he cooed as he touched your face, gently stroking your cheek, “and we’ll fuck it up along the way but that’s okay. None of that matter because we’ll always try and there will always be love.”
“Do you think she’ll like us?”
“She’ll love us,” he assured you as you smiled softly, “you’re going to be the best mom.”
“And you’re already the best dad,” you squeezed his hand particularly harshly and he tried to keep his expression neutral, “Stevie, I-”
“Alright,” you found the doctor looking at you with excited eyes, “time to start pushing!”
“Stevie?”
“You’ve got this, angel,” maybe he was right…maybe you could do this, “it’ll all be over soon.”
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
And….that turned out to be a lie. Not by choice, but circumstances. Life happens.
Once you started pushing, you had a nagging feeling in your gut. And yeah, it was several hours and a lot of pushing and tears and pain later before you finally got to meet your baby girl.
But as soon as you laid your eyes on her, it was all worth it. All the months of morning sickness, back pain, heartburn, shortness of breath, and lack of sleep were worth it. You fell in love all over again as soon as you got to hold the little blob of a grumpy looking potato that was placed in your arms. All things considered, she was pretty damn cute in your little pink hat and blanket.
“Look at her,” you were exhausted and wanted to do nothing more than to try and get a few hours of sleep. You knew that your sleep schedule wasn’t going to be consistent anymore, not for some time anyway, “we made her. She’s all ours.”
“Our Camila,” his eyes were puffy and red-rimmed and he looked just as exhausted as you. He’d been a wreck since he realized you were in labor and as soon as he’d laid eyes on her he was a goner. He reached over and gently touched her chubby, splotchy little cheek, “she’s perfect.”
“She is,” you leaned into Steve’s touch when you felt him wipe away your tears, “I hope that she knows we’ll always love and try to do right by her.”
“She will, she’s going to be so spoiled with love,” you couldn’t even imagine all the excitement that was going to overwhelm once she was at home. You knew that everyone was waiting to meet her. Steve, naturally, had called everyone (you swore it could have been everyone he’d ever met) once you got to the hospital. And of course, his coworkers and half the hospital were eagerly waiting for the good news and to see the new addition to the family, “she’s going to have everyone wrapped around her little finger.”
“She’s already got you,” you teased, but it wasn't denying anything.
“So does her mother,” the way you beamed at him made him practically melt, “I love you. So much.”
“I love you too,” you whispered back, “so, so much.”
You laid back in the uncomfy, hard bed already dreaming of going back to your own bed. You watched as Steve looked at Cami, clearly trying to memorize every detail about her. She was still in your arms but as you leaned back you angled her towards him, “go on.”
“Hmm?” he raised his eyebrows but eagerly took her from your arms, holding her securely against his chest. He’d practiced this and readied him for this moment, but he still grew nervous. He was holding her like she was made of glass, “do you want to get some rest, angel?”
“I do,” you admitted, “but I also know you, my love. Go on and take her. Show her off to everyone.”
“A-are you sure?” there was a spark in his eye and you nodded. If there was anyone you trusted, it was him. Plus, you couldn’t lie, you kind of wanted him to show her off, “I don’t want to take her if you’re not comfortable with it.”
“I’m sure,” you promised, “go and gloat about Baby Harrington. I know they’re dying to see her just as much as you’re dying to show her off.”
“I won’t be gone too long,” he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll be extra careful with Blob - Cami!”
“HA!” you grinned through a yawn, “I told you it would stick. Cami the Blob. I love it, it’s perfect.”
“We’re not…fine,” he laughed softly as Cami made a few small sounds as if she was trying to make her opinion known, “oh Cami girl, I’m afraid your nickname will also forever be Blob. Until your sibling comes along and then they can be Blob.”
“Bold of you to assume I’m doing this again,” you snorted in amusement, “and even bolder to assume they would also look like a blob! Maybe they’d be scrunkly or something!”
“I’m not even going to pretend I have any clue what you just said,” he pecked your lips a few times, “get some rest, mama. We’ll be back soon.”
“Love you both,” your eyes were already closing as you watched him leave the room. You loved them both terribly…but you were ready for a little rest before the chaos truly started.
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Steve practically had a spring in his step as he walked out of the room with his daughter - his daughter! - and went to look around for his fellow nurses. As soon as he’d stepped foot out the door, he was stopped by one of the doctors. By now everyone had heard about the arrival of Baby Harrington and everyone was eager for a look at her.
“She’s beautiful,” the doctor was on her way to another room but took a few moments to stop and admire the baby. Steve felt every bit the proud father, “well done to both of you, but mainly your wife!”
“She did do all the hard work,” he agreed softly with a wink, “but I’ll let her know.”
Before going downstairs to the ER, where he knew his partner was working, he popped his head into the breakroom, finding curious eyes on him, “I’ve got a little visitor!”
They all gathered around him, quietly and leaving some room so they wouldn’t disturb the sleeping baby. How she managed to still be asleep was besides him. They call cooed over her, throwing in their well wishes and congratulations. Everyone loved Steve - he was a likable guy after all - and naturally they loved anyone associated with him.
This kid was to be a little star at the hospital. Then again, people were still in love with how the two of you had met there; all because of a silly broken ankle. It was the best injury of your life, despite the mess it created. It had given you the best thing in your life and together the two of you had created the next best thing.
Once he made it out of the breakroom, he made his way downstairs to where he knew his partner would be. If there was anyone he wanted to share this moment with, it was her.
Luckily, he didn’t have to go far. Word had already gotten to his fellow nurse and she caught him just as he came back into the hallway. Her entire face lit up as she took in the small, soft looking bundle in his arms.
“Is that who I think it is?” she asked softly as Steve eagerly nodded. She wanted to squeeze him in a big hug, but didn’t want to crush the baby either. Instead, she gently peeked at the sleeping baby and made a quiet sound of delight, “Steve! She’s beautiful.”
“Thanks,” he grinned at her, his heart full to bursting, “I have to admit, I’m pretty scared right now. I don’t wanna mess up this whole dad thing.”
“Steve,” she touched his cheek, her tone melting into the sweetness she often reserved for him, “I’ve watched you grow from a brand new wide-eyed nurse into the wonderful husband - and father - you are now. You have such a good heart, and you’re a good kid. You’re going to screw it up sometimes, trust me when I say we all do, but if there’s anyone that’s going to do this thing right, it’s you. And you know that if you need anything, you’ve got plenty of people that are willing to help. You know you can call me day or night, anytime for anything.”
“Thank you,” he was teary eyed for what felt like the hundredth time that day as he managed to give her a side hug, “you’re amazing, Brenda. I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“We certainly wouldn’t be here right now,” she teased; she was the one that had finally convinced Steve to ask you out, despite his initial hesitation with the whole patient-caretaker thing. But she was right - if he hadn’t listened to her, none of this would have been possible, “tell you what, try and get some rest while you’re still here and one of the other nurses will look after her. The two of you are in for quite a change.”
“Another good idea,” he snickered, “among your many.”
“I know,” she winked at him before stealing a last look at the baby that had already won over so many hearts, “tell your wonderful wife I say hello and congratulations. When you get settled at home, let me know and I’ll bring over some food. Cooking is going to be the last thing on your mind.”
“I will.”
“Promise?”
“Pinky,” he grinned.
He was still scared and worried, but somehow he knew that this would all be okay. He’d always wanted to be a father, and now he was. What a world, a wonderful, weird world.
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It was a few days later when you were finally home and had started to settle into a routine. As much of a routine that a newborn allowed for that was.
It was a wonderful strangeness that having a baby brought into your home. It was no longer a quiet, pristine place, but a perfectly chaotic house. You liked it; it felt like things were falling into place as they were meant to.
And Steve, wonderful amazing Steve, made everything so much better. He was definitely hands on and helped with Camila just as much as you did. He claimed that you did all the hard work and she was the result of both of you not just one of you, so why would you do everything. He was definitely the opposite of a lot of fathers, but then again, you’d always known he was special and that you were lucky. There was still a lot to learn and navigate but you had no doubt that the two of you would figure it out.
You came back from the bathroom after taking a much needed shower and padded into the bedroom, ready to catch a bit of sleep for however long you were able to. You found Steve in bed, Cami curled up on his chest as he stroked her back gently. She was asleep, and he was getting there too.
“Hey,” you whispered as he looked over and gave you a sleepy smile. He still managed to look at you as though you’d hung the moon and all the stairs. You crawled into bed next to him, curling into his side, “you got her to sleep!”
“Didn’t take much this time,” he admitted with a small laugh, “gave her some milk and down she went.”
“I’m ready for a nap too,” you yawned, “I think we all are. I can put her in the bassinet?”
“Nah,” she shook his head gently, “she’s okay right here. I’ll be careful…you get some sleep and we can trade off later on.”
“Are you sure, love?” you peeked an eye at him, but he just nodded, “you can take a nap first-”
“I’m sure,” he reached over and touched your cheek gently before kissing your forehead, “you need some rest, mama. I’ll probably just read for a bit.”
“Will you read to me?” you asked softly as he beamed at you, your own personal ray of sunshine, “just until I fall asleep. I won’t sleep for too long.”
“You’ll sleep for however long you need,” he insisted sweetly, “but of course, I’ll always read to you.”
“You’re the best,” your eyes were already closed and you knew that it wasn’t going to be long until you were asleep, “I love you so much, Stevie. And you too, Cami girl.”
“I love you too,” he grabbed his book and started to read out loud softly, so he wouldn’t disturb either of his girls.
It wasn’t more than a few minutes before he read you snoring softly, along with Cami’s deep breaths.
Yeah, this wasn’t so bad after all.
Steve had his girls and all the love in the world.
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington one shot#nurse!steve#joe keery#st
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VALORANT SHIP DYNAMICS 2 💟
Ships: Sova, Fade, Sage, Cypher, Kayo, Omen (again)
This is completely for fun and not to be taken to seriously! 🌟
SOVA
Thinks you are a goddess
Sends you selfies of him and his grandmother. He talks to her about you as well. Brings you her cooking.
Is awkward but you can’t tell bc he’s so cool. You find him very charming.
Mildly protective bc he doesn’t want to be overbearing.
Is the type to want to have alone time in the private quarters of the protocol to drink hot cocoa!
Forehead kisses
Wants to teach you Russian
FADE
Your goth gf
Protects you from nightmares
Tsundere! Acts like you smother her but she really craves the affection. She is very touch starved.
Is always your rock when you need comfort from anxiety/panic attacks.
Forehead touching ❤️
Thinks you’re too good for her. Too innocent for valorant too.
Refuses to let Chamber talk to you. He’s too flirty. Pheonix too
Kissing is her favorite thing to do.
CYPHER
Literally so depressed and exhausted with everyone but you always seem to cheer him up.
Doesn’t really get why you give him time when he believes your precious time could be spent on anyone else
Gets flushed when you ask about his tech or when you express concern when it’s broken.
Respects your privacy and doesn’t spy on you.
Let’s you see his face…once.
Gets super flushed when you go on about how cute he is!
Calls you pets in Arabic like كيتي (kitty/kitten)
SAGE
You are the reason she makes difficult decisions and wants to get stronger
Mommy gf ofc. Makes your bed and does your laundry.
Cooks for you. Packs lunches.
Eskimo kisses + hand holding (falls asleep holding your hand) 🥹
Heals you first no matter what
Takes the time to learn how to do your hair
Random gift giving. Her love language is LITERALLY DOING EVERYTHING.
KAYO
Forgets that he’s a machine when he’s with you. You make him feel things that do beyond the shackles of his AI.
Let’s you hold and even throw his knife.
Regularly threatens the other agents over you. Especially Reyna.
Wonders what if you’d like him as a flesh person.
Urges to teach you self defense. He’s lost so many and he doesn’t want to lose you too 😭
Replays cute past events in his memory files while you’re sleeping. And is always storing new ones.
Can’t lie to him bc he documents everything. He can always detect when something is wrong.
More OMEN
Is a private guy so he will only ever agree to hold you when no agents are around. If you’re really needy he’ll smoke you two for privacy. Probably finds more comfort on it than you do!
Has a hard time with his whole shadows situation and not being able to remember himself before “omen” but believes that if he has you then he’s okay how it is.
Tries to be funny…fails. His voice makes the punchline go over your head.
Sends you emails to your protocol device when your away too long.
Doesn’t allow you to go on any missions alone or he is a nervous wreck.
I’ll add more soon! These are fun to write before bed.☺️ I gotta find more of these cute pictures! I get them all from Pinterest so I can’t exactly credit the original artists. Hopefully they don’t mind! - Maron!
#valorant#valorant headcanons#valorant fanfiction#valorant imagines#valorant x reader#valorant hcs#cypher headcanons#cypher x reader#fade x reader#sage x reader#Kayo x reader#sova x reader#omen x reader#omen headcanons#Sova#Fade#Sage#Kayo#Omen#Cypher
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i am completely obsessed with this whole soft dom dealer rafe, and i was wondering if you could just make a head canon of how he’s an asshole to everyone but her
the comfort in realising others think the same as me is amazing AHHHHH
╰┈➤ dealer!rafe hc’s
warnings: swearing, slightly nsfw, mentions of drugs and weapons.
: ̗̀➛ rafe cameron was an asshole, everyone in the outerbanks knew it very well.
: ̗̀➛ most people avoided him, whether that was down to him just being a complete dick, or the lifestyle he got himself mixed up in.
: ̗̀➛ he wasn’t a huge people person, and he certainly didn’t trust easily.
: ̗̀➛ he spent most of his time with barry, cutting deals and selling drugs together.
: ̗̀➛ that was until she came along.
: ̗̀➛ she, with the most contagious smile, who demanded his attention without even realising it.
: ̗̀➛ she was a sweet girl, too kind for her own good.
: ̗̀➛ she was the exact opposite of rafe cameron.
: ̗̀➛ but that was what drew him to her.
: ̗̀➛ he’d turn up at the wreck, where she worked, almost everyday and offer her a ride home.
: ̗̀➛ she always turned it down, hesitant to get mixed up with the man she’d heard so many bad things about.
: ̗̀➛ but he wasn’t like that with her, not at all.
: ̗̀➛ he was ecstatic the day she agreed.
: ̗̀➛ it became a routine from then on, he’d go about his shady business during the day, drive over to the wreck and wait for her shift to finish.
: ̗̀➛ they’d sit there for an hour or so, talking about anything and everything.
: ̗̀➛ once a relationship was established between the two, he was down bad.
: ̗̀➛ and when his friends mentioned it? oh he hated that shit.
: ̗̀➛ “man, you’ve snatched up a hidden gem country club!”
: ̗̀➛ “shut up barry”
: ̗̀➛ “hey top, you think rafe’s boned her yet? i heard y/n’s a prude, never lets up..”
: ̗̀➛ “keep her fucking name out of your mouth”
: ̗̀➛ little did they know, she was bending to his will every night, literally.
: ̗̀➛ he adored the way she was everything he wasn’t, that was what made them such a good pair.
: ̗̀➛ she was a sworn rafe cameron sympathiser, she knew he could be mean, she knew he could be violent, but she also knew why.
: ̗̀➛ he kept her away from his family the best he could, not wanting them to taint her anymore than he already had.
: ̗̀➛ he struggled when it came to his sisters however, y/n got along so well with them. and though he’d never admit it, it warmed his heart.
: ̗̀➛ “hey, where you going princess?”
: ̗̀➛ “oh, wheezie said she needed help with something..”
: ̗̀➛ “hm..she never asked me..”
: ̗̀➛ “maybe she just prefers a happy soul? someone who lightens the mood?”
: ̗̀➛ “oh shut up, im not that bad”
: ̗̀➛ “oh yes you are, you big grump”
: ̗̀➛ the doors to an insiders take on his lifestyle we’re double locked, for her at least.
: ̗̀➛ the last thing he wanted was for her to end up hurt, in anyway.
: ̗̀➛ and keeping her away from that, staying quiet about the soft girlfriend he had back at home, was his best bet.
: ̗̀➛ but when his worst nightmare came true? when she was nabbed by some nasty people before she arrived at work, he couldn’t think straight.
: ̗̀➛ if anything he himself got meaner, more volatile.
: ̗̀➛ he stopped at nothing to make sure he got her home safely, he and barry stocked up on firearms before storming the house she was being kept in for ransom.
: ̗̀➛ his heart almost broke in half when he saw her frail, broken state.
: ̗̀➛ “i’ve got you angel, i’ve got you..”
: ̗̀➛ where he could help it, he swore to never let her out of his sight again.
: ̗̀➛ from then, he was always a few week behind her, scanning the areas they frequented for threats.
: ̗̀➛ wherever she went, rafe cameron was never far behind.
: ̗̀➛ she had him wrapped around her little finger.
#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x fem!reader#outer banks#rafe cameron#outerbanks rafe#obx#dom!rafe#rafecameron#rafe obx#rafe smut
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AITA for telling my friend's husband to stop claiming he had a mental illness for his own benefit?
I know the title really makes it sound bad, and maybe it is because I'm actually conflicted now.
I (26f), Grace (27f), and Will (26m) are the key players to the story. They had a baby almost a year ago, and I love her. I am the best unofficial aunt and official godparent- but that is neither here nor there.
I have stayed at their place before and I also have been at hotels, if I stay at their place I try to pay them and they decline. This last time I visited, I stayed at their place because Will wanted to take Grace on a date and get a hotel somewhere so I would watch the baby.
However, Will has just increasingly pissed me off claiming he has OCD and needs to be accommodated. I helped fold laundry, he told me it wasn't right and redid everything I did that was his- fine, we all fold things differently.
Grace pulled me into their bedroom one time to have a private and intense conversation that last over an hour and I sat on his side of the bed. He stripped the bed and put new sheets on and then yelled at Grace for allowing that as "my germs" were covering the bed. Grace felt bad because she didn't know he would care, I felt upset he yelled at her since he had never communicated with her, nor would I have done that if I had known.
Grace has movies displayed alphabetically, and it has ALWAYS been this way every time I have been over. Baby grabbed the shelf and they fell. I fixed the shelf, and put them all back. Will came in the room, saw it, became upset and claimed I was doing it wrong and effecting his OCD. He changed it to genre's, which is fine but it has never been that way. He claimed it had and I was mistaken.
Couldn't change the Baby's diaper because "what if fecal germs get on me?" He has gotten mad at Grace for not cleaning the right way, always falling back on germs being his big "issue" in OCD.
But I've never seen him actually have a compulsion? I have anxiety that can be debilitating at times... for example i have to lock my door 4 times each night for me to feel safe. I have a specific routine I do before bed and if I dont I panic. I got in a wreck two months ago, and now I can't drive that route. Maybe I have OCD maybe not, I know I have anxiety though.
But then Will goes and claims to have OCD and does...nothing. It feels really random to me?? Says his big issue is germs, yet can handle when the cat pees on the floor and can handle cat litter. Got a second cat, a kitten, who is still learning the litter box and does not care one bit and cleans it up.
Will's friend got drunk and laid down on his bed. Will laughed at how drunk he was and helped him stay in the guest room. Went to bed almost 15 minutes later and never changed the sheets or anything like he did when I sat there.
Has shared water bottles with friends (Grace would make sense, they literally had a kid together). He has dropped food on the floor then ate it. Will has made fun of Grace when she cooks, because she has to have steak well done because she got food poisoning one time and has been afraid since, which he knows, but wants his steak rare.
Anyways, I feel he is lying about OCD and using it to justify his actions which pisses me off. Grace has called him out for the double standard before. Grace has also tried to encourage him to get therapy, which he refuses. Grace does give him well grace when he does seem to be anxious to do something (like the movies, she shrugged it off and said if it makes him feel better sure).
The final straw was they were at MY place this past weekend, and I noticed how he kept staring at my pictures hanging on the wall. I already had a terrible day and was on edge, which they both knew.. He ignored our conversation and got up and took down a picture. I asked him what he was doing. He said his "OCD is acting up" because it wasn't in line with the rest of the pictures. I said it was a design choice (for a mental image, imagine three pictures in a row, picture one and picture three are the same shape and size hung at exactly the same level, while picture two is hung above that level somewhat, so it kind of looks like "^" with the points being the pictures, but the middle is not as pronounced). Will told me I was a terrible interior designer.
I'll admit, I saw red because it felt like he just wanted to have a chance to insult me. I told him he was a dick and using mental illness as an excuse to be one. I told him that if his OCD is that debilitating to go to therapy, but it seemed to me he was an asshole just trying to use it to justify his actions. He called me an asshole and a bigot and looked to Grace for comfort. Grace said that Will had no say in my design choices, but that I could have found a better way to tell him. Will didnt like that answer and stormed out and left my house.
Grace is now being told by Will to drop me as a friend. She won't. It is causing me a lot of anxiety because I know it is causing a lot of stress in their marriage and I don't want to be the cause of it. Will is adamant I apologize while I am adamant that he should apologize to me. i would be willing to apologize for what i said if he would apologize for trying to change my house, but he says i "dont understand OCD". AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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i hold it like a grudge - ch. 5
I don’t know why this fic wrecked me so much. I’m literally the author. I know what’s gonna happen. I decided what’s gonna happen. Maybe I’m just tired.
also does anyone remember that time I said I hated writing chaptered fics and swearing that each one was an anomaly/the last time I’d ever do it?
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you’re still everything to me
Jamie Tartt is in your kitchen, puttering around so he can make a pot of tea and with an eyebrow slit like it’s 2013 again.
He sent you to go change so you slip on sweatpants and curl up on the sofa.
“Here you are, love,” he says, setting the tea down on the coffee table. He sits on the opposite end of the sofa, a respectable distance away.
“Why didn’t I see you?” you ask, staring out the window. The room is illuminated by the streetlight glow from the kitchen.
“How d’you mean?” responds.
“I visited mum last year. I was there all day. Why didn’t I see you?”
Jamie pauses. “I went early.”
“No, no you didn’t. There weren’t any flowers when I got there, and you said you brought her flowers.”
He’s quiet long enough for you to turn and check if he’s even still in the room.
He is.
“I… saw you,” he says eventually. “Didn’t think we’d be there at the same time, but-” he raises an eyebrow as punctuation. “Anyway, I was behind a tree. Saw you sit down and at first I thought I’d just wait in the car, but you started crying and- and I didn’t know if I should say somethin’ or leave. Did neither, so I just stayed. Placed the flowers and paid my respects once you left.”
You sip your tea in silence.
After a long time you say, “I’m glad you didn’t say anything.”
“She always believed in me,” he says by way of reply. “Even when I was being a little shit, she still made me feel like she wanted me around. Three people I want to make proud the most were her, mummy, and you.”
“Wanted,” you correct. “Wanted to make proud. Mum’s gone, and we’re not even friends.”
“D’you think we ever could be?”
You consider. There’s a part of you that feels like you’re friends already. He’s in your flat for fuck’s sake.
“I don’t know,” you say. “Honestly I don’t. I’ve only ever loved you, Jamie, and for a long time I couldn’t see the future without you. I still can’t see it, I’m just living day-by-day sometimes.”
He chews his lip. “How can I make it up to you?”
He’s asking all the hard questions tonight.
“I don’t hate you anymore,” you say frankly. “You were there for me when I needed you, and you leaving me was the worst. But it turned out good. And, I dunno, over the last few days I just keep wondering what’s gonna stop you from leaving again? Deciding you want someone else more, or my value means less?”
“Maturity.” He says it slightly drawn out, enunciating the consonants. He has a hint of a smile, which is stupid, because now you have one too.
“Seriously, though, I’m not like that anymore. Went of, was a prick, and it were shit. I’ve never heard mum that mad at me, Jesus Christ. Swore my ear off, she did. Didn’t have real friends, wasn’t happy, drank a lot of vanilla vodka. Keeley broke up with me for cheating on her, too, but not with sex, like; just on a date. Said shit about accountability.”
He says it the same way he said maturity.
“Hm,” you say. What else is there to say, really?
“Hm,” you say again as you reach to set your tea down and move to the other end of the couch so you’re pressed up against Jamie’s side.
He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close.
“Stay the night?” you whisper. “I don’t want to be alone and I have a guest bed.”
Jamie nods.
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It’s 3am, and you wake up with the sound of your mum saying your name still echoing in your room. You’d been dreaming, showing her the life you’d created and she’d smiled the whole time. She wasn’t wispy, she was the same mum who kicked a football with Jamie, sang horribly off-key with Simon, and convinced Georgie to even give him a chance in the first place.
Tears pool in the corner of your eye.
I am not drowning. I can do this.
There’s a light tap on the door. “Come in,” you croak.
Jamie pushes it open and sticks his head in. “You’re crying,” he states. “Woke up a minute ago feeling shitty.”
You pat the bed and roll over.
Jamie climbs in under the covers and reaches tentatively for your hand. You let him take it.
“Just because I’m emotionally fragile does not mean that I forgive you,” you tell him tearfully. “I’m just pretending you never left and everything’s fine so I’m not going to hate myself for letting you into my room and letting you see me cry.”
“Alright,” he whispers. “C’mere. We’ll forget about it in the morning.”
You both move closer under the covers. You blame sleep and grief for the kiss you press to his clavicle, and you’re sure you’re dreaming they way he murmured, “How the fuck did I ever leave you?”
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Jamie is true to his word. He doesn’t say a word when you wake up, just extricates himself from your hold and goes downstairs.
“I’ll be here for today,” he tells you once you drag yourself out of bed. “After that, you can decide how you feel about me. You don’t have to think about it today.”
It’s a four-hour drive to Manchester, and you’re not sure when it was decided that a) Jamie was coming with you, or b) that he’d be the one driving. He stops to pick up breakfast and coffee and doesn’t say a word about eating in his fancy car. You stare out the window and let the music playing over the speakers flow over you. It’s still raining, less than last night but still heavily.
You grip Jamie’s hand with white knuckles and cry, truly cry in a way you only allow once a year but this time, there’s a new component.
I could’ve had this, you think. You and Jamie, together.
Something new tugs at your chest and you turn to look at Jamie. Tears have gathered in the corners of his eyes, and he’s sniffling a but, trying not to let it show.
You readjust in your seat so you’re leaning against his arm, and he tilts his head to rest on yours for a fraction of a moment.
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Your mum’s place is the same as it always is. Her name, printed in rounded letters. The dates, signifying that she did not spend enough time here. You place down your blanket and sit, back against the headstone as usual with your head tilted up to the sky. Jamie stands a good distance away, just watching with his hands shoved in his pockets.
“Hi mum,” you begin, voice cracking. “Um, I’m sorry I don’t get up here much. But that’s what kids do, right? Leave the nest and only visit on holidays.
Things are going well still. I’ve gotten offers for collabs with some brands, so I guess that’s cool. Jamie’s here, he’s by the tree though. I don’t- I don’t know what to do about it, mum. I wish you were here. You always saw things clearer than any of us, and I just don’t know. Turns out I didn’t ever stop loving him. Keeley thinks we have this weird cosmic connection or something. Do you believe in that? I think you might have.
I- I think we’re going to see Georgie and Simon after this. I don’t really know. I haven’t been thinking straight today, you know. I just miss you. I want to hug you again and I promise I’m okay on my own, it’s just hard sometimes. I thought- I thought-”
You’re unable to get the rest of the words out. It’s fucking sunny out and it feels wrong, like the world should remember this is a day to mourn a soul who should’ve been around longer. The sky should at least have the decency to cry along with you.
A hand touches your face to wipe away a tear. You wrap your arms around Jamie’s neck and he just holds you for a minute, an hour, a year. Time might be passing but you’re unaware of it. He’s whispering in your ear, saying, “I’ve got you, it’s alright love, take as much time as you need,” but it’s only sounds to you. Sweet sounds, but not comprehensible words.
It’s safe, here. It shouldn’t be, here on your mother’s grave with your cheating ex-boyfriend in your arms, but it doesn’t feel like that.
It feels more like you’ve finally arrived home after years of travel.
Jamie feels the same as he did before he made it to the Premier League, back when he’d nick flowers from a garden and climb through your window late at night, not like the prideful boy who broke your heart in five minutes over the phone.
“I’m here as long as you need,” he murmurs, and you believe him.
You pull away slightly to look him in the face. “I love you,” you say.
He smiles, but only with his eyes as he swipes a thumb under your eye. “I love you too,” he says. “Don’t think I ever really stopped.”
It’s at that exact moment that the sun disappears behind a cloud and it begins to rain.
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#jamie tartt x reader#jamie tartt fanfiction#jamie tartt imagine#jamie tartt x y/n#jamie tartt x you#jamie tartt#ted lasso
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can i request an azriel x reader with a pregnant emotional reader. Like she cries over small funny things. she’s being super dramatic when she drops her cookie and starts crying. or imagine they’re at a meeting with other courts and beron says something like ” she’s so ridiculous why is she crying ” and azriel literally wants to kill him🥹 PROTECTIVE AZRIEL😍😍
Love protective Azriel, especially when it comes to people like Beron. Hope you enjoy.
Emotional Wreck Azriel x Female Reader
You and Azriel were so excited to learn that you were going to be parents. Everything was fine for the first month or two, and then after that, you became super emotional. The smallest things seem to have you a sobbing mess. You tried so hard to control it, but you just couldn't. The other day, you had accidently dropped the last chocolate chip cookie and cried for 30 minutes. You felt awful for Azriel, who had to be the one to deal with you, but he kept reassuring you that it didn't bother him and it was only temporary.
He had told you about an upcoming meeting with Beron to be held at the Day Court for neutrality. You told him you were okay to stay in Velaris, but he hated not having you around, especially since you were pregnant. His protectiveness over you had doubled, if not tripled, since you found out. He insisted on keeping you close. "Tensions are already going to be high during the meeting. You don't need me added to the mix. Besides, Rhys and Feyre need you focused, and I'd just be a distraction." You say, trying to convince him. "Princess, please. I'm not comfortable being that far away from you. Please, come to the meeting, for me." He says, and you can't say no to him. Before you can stop, tears are flowing from your eyes. Azriel gently wipes them away before kissing you. "Sorry, princess."
A week later you arrive at the Day Court with the rest of the Inner Circle. You and Azriel are shown to your room. You can't help but fidget while you wait for the meeting, trying to convince him you'll be fine in the room while he attends the meeting. You're unsuccessful in your attempts to persuade him. "You have nothing to worry about, princess. I'll be right next to you the whole time. Besides being emotional is normal during this time, your hormones are all over the place trying to grow our baby." He says softly as he wraps an arm around you and gently rubs your baby bump. A knock sounds on your door as Cassian tells you it's time for the meeting. "I'm right beside you." He says as you leave the room and walk towards the meeting area.
Azriel indicates to a chair in front of him for you to sit, but you choose to stand. You stand next to him within arms reach as he smiles at you before Beron, his wife, and a few generals arrive. You can feel the tension building in the room between the two courts. You notice Beron looking at you with disgust when you notice his eyes are on your stomach. You refuse to shrink away from his gaze. You notice Azriel stiffen beside you, indicating he noticed. "Raising your own fodder for future wars now?" He says with a smirk. Your hands instantly move to cover your bump. "You'd better watch what you say, Beron." Azriel warns with venom lacing his words. "You'd be wise to watch your tone when speaking to a high lord." One of Beron's general says. "Enough!" Rhys says,"You called this meeting. Let's get on with it."
You feel the familiar sting in your eyes as the tears start gather. You go to step behind Azriel before anyone can notice, but it's too late. Beron smirks at you, seeing you're on the verge of tears. "At least you could've picked someone stronger to carry you're half breed bastard." He snarks. "Not a pathetic girl who cries at the slightest-" he is cut off as Azriel has him pinned to the wall as he lands several punches before he is pulled back by Rhys and Cassian. You stand there in shock at what just happened. "You will never speak of my mate or my child again!" Azriel yells at Beron as his generals move in front of him. "This meeting is over." Rhys announces as the rest of the Inner Circle walks out.
You quickly walk back to your room ahead of Azriel. He calls for you to slow down but you ignore him. You practically slam the door in his face before gathering your things. "Princess, please talk to me." He pleads not understanding why you're being like this. "I want to go home." You say as you start crying again. "Okay I'll let Rhys know. And we'll head home." He says as he reaches for the door to find Rhys. "I want Mor to take me." His heart drops and you can see the pain flash in his eyes. He starts to say something then stops. "I'll let her know." He says before walking out. A few minutes later Mor knocks softly on your door before letting herself in.
Seeing your distress, she sits beside you on the bed, "do you want me to punch him for you?" You manage a small laugh, "not this time, but I might take you up on that offer later." She gives you a warm smile, "just say the words, and I will." You hug her, "thank you." You say softly. "Anytime." She says, "Are you ready?" You grab your bag, "as I'll ever be." You tell her before she winnows you home. Once inside, you take a hot shower, hoping it will help you calm down. Afterward, you grab one of Azriels shirts to sleep in. Curl up on the couch with a book and eventually fall asleep. The next morning, you wake up in bed alone. You knew he had to have come home because you remember falling asleep on the couch. His side of the bed was cold. You assumed he had already left for the day.
You couldn't find the motivation to get out of bed except when necessary. You heard the door open as he came home. He softly knocked on the door before opening it, "Princess?" He says his voice sad. Your heart clenches at the saddness, and before you can stop it, you're crying. You feel the bed shift under his weight as he climbs in next to you. "I'm sorry, princess. I didn't mean to make you cry." He says while his thumb gently wipes away your tears. "I'm so sorry, Az." You manage between breaths. "Oh, princess, you have nothing to be sorry for. I'm the one who's sorry." You turn and bury your face in his chest, and he wraps his arms around you, gently rubbing your back.
"I knew I shouldn't have gone to that meeting, and now everything is ruined, and it's all my fault." You sob harder, remembering how angry Rhys was and seeing Azriel lose his composure. "It's not your fault, and nobody blames you for anything that happened." You shake your head, not believing him. He tilts your head so you look at him, "You're not responsible for anything that happened at the meeting." He says as he holds you tighter. "Rhys does want to talk to you though, don't freak out, I asked him to." Your eyes widen as you ask when. "He's downstairs now." He says. "I need to get dressed and brush my hair, and -" You start to say before Az cuts you off with a kiss. "Calm down, princess, get dressed and pull your hair up." He says gently. You jump out of bed and quickly throw on leggings and pulling your hair up in a messy bun.
Azriel walks downstairs with you. Once you're in the living room, you start apologizing to Rhys about keeping him waiting. "Don't worry about it, Azriel told me it might be awhile." You elbow Az in the side, "so rude of you to make him wait." You scold him. Rhys just laughs as the two of you sit down. "Sorry for the surprise visit, I just wanted to clear up any issues regarding Beron." Rhys says. "None of that was you're fault and you shouldn't feel like it is. He has been arrogant ass since the beginning. I do want you to know that you shouldn't believe a word he said yesterday." Rhys says. "You're one of the strongest and most caring women I know, and you have to be to put up with all of us. You will be an amazing mom and raise an equally amazing child." He tells you with a genuine smile. That's all it takes for the flood gates to open again. "I'm sorry I wasn't trying to make you cry." He says softly. "It doesn't take much, does it, Azriel?" He lets out a little laugh, "No, it doesn't, princess."
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I’m still s h o o k that people do not see exactly what’s going on with Moiraine throughout s2 and people are dragging her and dismissing her without an ounce of empathy for what she’s been through, so I’m bringing the full character analysis for y’all (and my own sanity). So this is a big ol in defense of Moiraine (and Lan) rant, so if that’s not your thing, scroll down now. Here we go.
I just… The AUDACITY some people have to look at Moiraine and be angry and pissed off at how she acts in S2. To not feel any sympathy and empathy for her and the monumental weight she’s under every goddamn day. There’s a reason we start with that bath scene in 2x01 – it shows you everything. How she’s just going through the motions. How she only lets herself cry when she’s alone in the water. How she literally curls into the fetal position and looks reproachfully devastated over her knees as she hugs them to her chest in a futile attempt at comfort. Not to mention the direct comparison/callback with the bath scene in 1x01, where she has both her power and Lan still, and now she’s lost her connection to both of them.
How is it not painfully obvious that every interaction she has after that bath scene is infused with a trauma response? Let’s tally up the devastation she’s been through. At the end of S1, she was 1. banished from the sisterhood of the white tower (they literally turned their backs on her), 2. was separated AGAIN from the love of her life fully expecting to never see her again, 3. was cut off from the other love of her life (that would be Lan, for the record) which is all the worse bc it’s her own fault for masking the bond, 4. was fully made to believe she’s been stilled from the one power aka an integral part of her being, AND 5. she’s “failed” her mission at the eye of the world – the one goal she’s had for the last 20 years, her life’s purpose – because instead of locking away the dark one she’s directly caused Rand to set Ishamael free.
You don’t think it's justified to be a little pissed off and standoffish after all of that? You don’t think the weight of that guilt, grief, pain, and loss is a reasonable cause to be distant, cold, harsh, having a little bit of a death wish? That’s TRAUMA, baby! She is absolutely wrecked, and it’s coming out in the worst way in her interactions with others (especially Lan because we’ve seen how they should be), but it’s absolutely not because she actively wants to hurt the people around her. In fact after almost every moment she lashes out at someone, we see an equally sad/grief-stricken/devastated moment from her and THAT’S the real emotion hiding underneath the anger. This woman needs therapy and understanding and patience, and does not deserve to be judged at the worst time of her life.
Ok fine, you say, but Lan IS patient and understanding with her! And she’s still an asshole to him! You’re right, Lan is absolutely trying his best and doing just about everything he can to be there for her in 2x01/2x02 (with a little help from Verin and Tomas). But 1. It’s STILL not about him, Moiraine is not obligated to respond in a certain way to her grief and pain that makes him feel better, and 2. This is Moiraine goddamn Damodred and even her trauma response is also a front to protect him, to push him away from her and what is now certainly a suicide mission to fight the dark without her powers.
This is SOOO important to really get Moiraine’s character — y’all gotta understand this: Moiraine truly loves only TWO people on the whole fucking planet: Siuan and Lan. They are also the only people who truly love her, unconditionally, with all of her flaws and imperfections. Please please ingrain that into your brain, especially for Lan, in this context. (Siuan is a whole other conversation I won’t get into at the moment.) Moiraine loves Lan, he loves her, deeply. That’s the foundation of everything they go through with each other in this season, despite what’s happening on the surface.
Once you accept that as fundamental truth, everything makes a whole lot more sense. She is a dick to him to push him away. Literally tells him he failed her to put the final nail in the coffin of driving him away, which is his worst nightmare. On the surface it seems egotistic at best, plain cruel at worst. But look underneath. Moiraine always has reasons 2, 3, 6 layers deep for everything she does.
With everyone else she’s mean to this season, namely her sister and her nephew, it’s born out of distrust (and the aforementioned trauma response). She can’t afford to trust anyone because anyone could be a dark friend. (And if they’re not a dark friend, then they become a liability and endangered.) Anything she lets slip could be used to hurt/control Rand and push them all one step closer to eternal darkness. Oh and when we see Barthanes’ true nature that turns out to be fucking justified, by the way. But I digress.
Right so why is she an asshole to Lan then? Because she doesn’t trust him? I don’t believe that for a second. These two have been on the same page, literally sharing the same headspace, for the last 20 years – she knows he’s the best person she’s ever met, the least likely to ever turn to the dark, ever. It’s an actual impossibility. So it’s not that she doesn’t trust him. She literally marvels at how courageous he must be to fight the dark with only a sword.
The true reason is: she does trust him, she does love him, and she KNOWS him. She knows that he will never leave her like this, in her darkest hour. He is both honor-bound to her (which he takes very seriously) and deeply cares for her. The problem is that now his life is in serious danger by staying with her. But there is no calmly explaining to him that he should return to the white tower for his own good and bond to another aes sedai who can actually channel, who can actually hold up her end of the partnership and protect him and heal him in return for his loyalty and sacrifice. Or better yet, find Nynaeve, who is not only ridiculously powerful and has probably the best chance of protecting him out of anyone, but who also loves him.
If Moiraine loves him and wants him safe, the ONLY option she has to protect him, the one good thing left in her life even if their bond is masked, is to drive him away. To make it so that he’ll stay far away from her of his own free will, and never come after her and her suicide mission to defeat the dark. Because she has already lost everything, she has no control over her fate anymore (if she ever had any to begin with), but the ONE thing she can still try to do is keep him safe. And hopefully, maybe he’ll be happy, one day. Her reasoning is directly confirmed for us in the last thing she says to him in 2x02 before she leaves: “Light protect you, al’Lan Mandragoran.” That was her goal all along, to protect him.
That’s the true reason she’s Like That to him. It’s all out of her love for him, and a desperate desire not to drag him down with her when she’s sure she’s destined to die on this mission. Is her strategy misguided? On the one hand yes, because she does need people to help her and she needs to trust someone, as he points out. On the other hand, she’s absolutely fucking right because look what happened with the Fade fight at the end of 2x01. Both her and Lan would have died without Verin and Tomas, and it would have been because she couldn’t channel. He is factually, logically, physically better off without her as long as she’s “stilled.”
This is why it makes sense how Lan eventually responds the way he does. He initially sees right through what she’s trying to do, he literally says he won’t let her push him away. He knows her too, better than anyone, including Siuan at this point. But he isn’t expecting her to go as far as she does, and it shakes him to his core. She tells him he failed her, has his worst fears confirmed, and then hears the words “we were never equals” and hears that she thinks she’s better than him, when she means the exact opposite. Tomas tells him to really listen but he can’t, in that moment.
But then he gets some distance, and some perspective thanks to Ihvon and Maksim, and he remembers: he loves her. He believes in her and he knows her and he knows what she’s doing to push him away (although maybe not why, when it comes to protecting him, because he doesn’t see himself as someone who needs protecting). Even better, he realizes that her situation is actually not what she thinks, that she’s shielded not stilled, and he can do something about that.
I LOVE Lan in 2x07 because he’s got Moiraine’s number now, and he will not be swayed by any further attempts (rather weak attempts at this point) to lash out at him. He just takes all the shit she throws at him, and calmly asks her what he needs to know and tells her what she needs to hear (“hopefully everything we’ve lost” and “that’s what I thought” and “you need to trust someone, Moiraine”), and is truthful with her even if she is still putting on this act with him in her fear and grief. He isn’t having any of it, he sees straight through it to the fear and pain underneath. And he literally DECIDES they are going to be okay, and then he fucking. Follows. Through.
He is not a doormat to her rage, he is not her servant, he’s not going back to her with his tail between his legs. He SHOWS UP for her in her darkest hour, when NO ONE, not even Siuan, can see what’s going on with her. That’s a true friend, a true hero, and absolute king behavior.
In conclusion, Moiraine’s behavior in s2, while not cute, is totally justified given the trauma, circumstances and everything she’s dealing with (jfc the lack of sleep alone) and makes sense in light of her ultimate goal to protect the world, which includes protecting Lan. And Lan’s response, once he figures out what to do, is the absolute correct way to handle the situation and is not weakness at all but strength in the highest order.
I’m so glad we got the payoff of all that with their conversation in 2x08 and reconnecting the bond. It was so beautiful, so earned, and reminded us of the level they’re on with each other — which is a soul connection way beyond what any of us can imagine.
#well this kind of turned into a ‘why I love Moiraine and Lan so much’ post#I could literally analyze every conversation they had in this season for days#it’s so layered and so well done#not to mention the body language/facial expressions#like if you think Moiraine is just being a bitch this season you are’t paying attention#like at all#but seriously it’s the lack of empathy that kills me the most#do you people see what she’s been through???#make this a learning opportunity bc god forbid something traumatic happens to anyone you love#and your response is to dismiss them if they react in a way that’s not ideal for you#Lan is teaching us all how to show up for the people we love#and I love him for that#wheel of time#the wheel of time#moiraine damodred#lan mandragoran#wot#wot on prime#moiraine and Lan#wot season 2#wot s2
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‘realize’ for the word ask thingy!! -galaxy
I see this and I raise you:
Doll!Reader helping Ken realize that horses exist in Barbieland
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"You weren't kidding..we really did have horses here all along.."
"Glad you finally realized that, Ken." With a small chuckle, you turned back to your horse, taking the pink plastic brush to her mane as you gently combed through the fluff.
"There you go, girlie...how do you keep getting these knots, hm?" You cooed, to which she snorted in reply, seeming content.
All the while, Ken couldn't stop staring at you both in awe, still trying to process what he was seeing before his very eyes.
A horse in Barbieland.
If only he knew they existed here, too, before he decided to take over everything and reinvented patriarchy.
The one time you decided to come into town....was when this seemingly perfect paradise was rapidly transformed into "Kendom", where the Kens took over the dreamhouses and attempted to rewrite the entire constitution.
They attempted to brainwash you as they did other Barbies into servitude, but since you weren't a Barbie yourself...it didn't really work.
Yet Ken, aka Beach Ken who went to the Real World with Stereotypical Barbie and returned as a completely different person, tried convincing you to stick around, showing off all the horse-themed stuff he had.
Despite you being a doll literally centered around equine care, he kept talking over you, spouting nothing but inaccurate horse facts and firmly believing he knew more than you.
As far as he was aware..horses only existed in the Real World, where men rode them and owned them and were the ultimate symbols of manhood.
When he made a jab at your job and refused to believe it's your actual profession, you snapped and nearly ripped his horseshoe chain necklace off of him, embarrassing him in front of all the other Kens, before you called out to your horse.
His jaw dropped as he saw her appear out of nowhere, and you mounted her and glared at him, mockingly asking if he still believed they're only from the Real World. Then you galloped all the way back home, refusing to hear his response.
You haven't returned since, and he struggled to maintain his image as a manly and "cool" leader after that revelation was dropped on him like an anvil.
After all was said and done, and Barbieland was restored to its former glory, Ken decided to go look for you. After realizing that patriarchy didn't make him happy, he wanted to make amends (and see your horses, but mostly make amends) and admit that scorning your job was shitty.
He kept rehearsing what he was going to say during the long walk to your home....but ended up faltering at your doorstep, becoming an anxious wreck until you let him in.
You weren't inclined to, at first, although seeing as he no longer wore that stupid mink coat and instead had a tie-dye hoodie that said "I Am Kenough", you figured he finally had some sense knocked into him.
Plus, the fact that he walked all this way was surprising..until you remembered Kens didn't drive cars or use bikes.
Even so, it's obvious that he genuinely wanted to make things right.
So both of you talked for a while, with him concluding that he felt stressed and unsure of what to do with his life now that Barbie's out of the picture.
He felt like he didn't belong anywhere near her dreamhouse, and he wasn't ready to go back to the Real World anytime soon. He just felt...stuck.
You didn't have too many words to comfort him with, given you've never been there and you've never dealt with the complex human emotions he just started experiencing himself.
But you did know how to cheer him up.
So you took him outside to one of the fenced arenas at your ranch, whistling for your horse, and she came trotting over.
Ken was awestruck, watching you tend to the gentle creature as you finished brushing her mane. He stepped closer to the fence, unsure of what to do or what to say...or even if he was allowed to be this close.
However you could see the look in his eyes, and the hesitancy in his body language, and ultimately relented.
You couldn't stay mad at him for eternity.
"You can pet her if you wanna."
He blinked in surprise, before looking at your horse again and cautiously reaching out to her face. For a moment she stared at him, and the abrupt snort made him flinch away.
"I-I...don't think she likes me.." He frowned.
"It's okay, Ken. She only acts like that 'cuz you're reaching for her mouth and don't have any food. Here. Let me help."
You took his hand, ignoring the way he stared at you with a growing blush on his face while you guided him. But eventually his focus shifted back to the horse as he felt soft fur beneath his fingertips, eyes widening as he looked to see his hand resting just above her nose.
Her ears flicked to the side, though besides that..she didn't react in any hostile way.
He was in childlike amazement, gently petting her and brushing his fingers through her mane. And you stepped back, allowing the two to bond, before noticing the tears welling up in his eyes.
"Are you alright?"
"Y-Yeah...this is just awesome. She's nothing like the ones on those stupid TVs we had."
"Nope. They can't compare to her." You chuckled, leaning against one of the posts with a warm smile. "She's the real deal."
#clanask#galaxy anon#barbie movie x reader#barbie x reader#ken x reader#ryan gosling ken#one word prompt
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May I present to you... innocent playgirl reader x modern au incel scara??
Like reader is just a sweet gal that thinks this boy who she's in a project with is pretty and despite his weird and creepy behaviour, it's a good thing she's trying to make a move, because y'know! it's actually women's fault that men get so frustrated and depressed since they never give the short guys a chance! Only go for the top 1% and all that.
Unfortunately after scara naps her, noncons the absolute, living daylights out of her, and continues to terrorize her ass does she realize that being nice and sweet to the degenerate, sexist incel in hopes of fixing him wasn't the brightest idea 😔
(If you can't tell I love the idea of kind n sweet MC who doesn't know any better getting her shit wrecked for no good reason because incel scara is just that much of an asshole)
Ohhhh my God bless you for this
Precisely, it’s so unfair. It’s just extra inches of leg bone, it means nothing. And yet day in, day out, the oppressed class (sub-6-foot males) have to deal with unjust discrimination. All because you have the most superficial desires and can’t compromise on such a silly thing. No, you’d rather whore around with some guy that will just use you and cheat on you because your dumb girl brain seeks that out like every other. And in spite of being smarter and better than the neanderthals you choose to date, which should entitle him to pussy, he’s left with nothing but porn and his hand. The world is an unjust place.
He’s pessimistic as all hell, so he can’t take any kindness or attempts at getting closer from you at face value, there has to be an ulterior motive.
You’re only pleasant to him when you talk to him because you want something. You probably expect him to do work for you, or help you cheat on tests for you or fork over money. You think he’s the sort of loser that will salivate over any girl that gives him a shred of attention, don’t you. That he’ll run himself ragged doing whatever for you just to get your approval. Well. You’re not going to get that.
It goes along with this greater idea of you he’s crafted in his head, one that fits a similarly pessimistic image. It doesn’t matter how “innocent” you are, literally anything you say or do, he’s projecting this stereotype of a secretly not-so-innocent, ultra-promiscuous college girl onto you and using it as both justification for his disdain and as a means of rationalize not leaping at this rare chance for female interaction — it’s not that he’s too afraid of rejection, it’s just that he knows that talking to you is a waste of time anyway, you undoubtedly have guys lined up you're fucking on a regular basis.
Besides, even if he tried, you’re far too dull-brained, so any conversations you’re capable of aren’t going to be stimulating anyway. You’re in college, of course you’ve spent all this time racking up a body count because God knows girls only use college as a means to get dicked all the time, they don’t actually care for academics in any way.
And poor you, you're completely oblivious to his bitter seething. You just think he's just quiet. And surely he doesn’t come off as rude and cold on purpose, no, you tell yourself that he probably just is one of those guys that is naturally like that, it’s not malicious.
But then you have to start going out of your way to be actively nice. Trying to make conversation and say nice things — you must think he’s stupid, that he doesn’t know that it’s actually just fake niceness so you can lure him in and get him to say something you can then mock him for in that faux-sweet tone of yours. In the exact opposite of your assumptions on him, he assumes malice in everything you do and say. He won’t give you the satisfaction of giving you leverage, so, he stays quiet, gives you one-word answers and shrugs.
What plans do you have for the weekend?, you say, in your attempts to make conversation. Ugh.
Not only are you trying to jab at him by reminding him that he has no plans other than staying inside and wallowing, but clearly you do have plans, undoubtedly ones that end with you stumbling home in a walk-of-shame on a Sunday morning.
And the nicer you get, the more you irritate him. What makes you think you can just be like that? All smiley and sunshine-like, and for what? To mock him? Acting innocent and sweet as if you don't know what kind of power you inherently hold just by having a hole between your legs, as if you're not actively abusing that power when you're clearly trying to get him to be attracted to you.
Each and every class period, he ends up so infuriated by the few words you exchange that the only way he can even stay sane is by immediately going back to his apartment after class and releasing all the pent up frustrations via exceptionally violent porn. He's got a few specifics pages bookmarked now, girls that look just like you getting slapped around and choked and manhandled and skull-fucked and gaped… but it's just not satisfying enough, there's still this lingering irritation, a skin-crawling malice that won't go away.
It's not good enough to imagine. If anything, the post-orgasmic clarity just makes the whole thing feel pathetic — it's not really you, you get to be all happy and safe and sound when it should be you, you should be the one being brutalized and put in your place, you deserve it for being so damn nice. So pleasant and upbeat and kind and what gives you the right?
In the end, once the burning fury becomes too much and no one else is going to do it, the only option is to take matters into his own hands…
#ok but now Im considering my camgirl/onlyf*ns darling but with him...#the thoughts are manifesting and i cannot be held accountable for what may come of them#.sc#.miso
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The Lost Sister - Part 5
Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.
Garrick Tavis x OC
A/N: Thank you for all the love on this little series guys! Literally makes my day seeing you guys interact with it. Little bit of a shorter one, but I hope you like it.
Been thinking about maybe taking requests? Obviously I am still quite new to this so I may not be good at writing everything. But if you have any ideas feel free to throw them my way :)
The Lost Sister Masterlist | Masterlist
Challenges only happen once a week, so the next few weeks I continue to feel Imogen’s gaze on me every time we’re in the same room. Which is only a few times a day for meals and battle brief. But every single time I feel her eyes on me, watching my every move. I get the feeling the only reasons she hasn’t tried to start a fight already is us being on the same squad, and the fact I am Xaden’s sister.
As we stand around the mats watching the matches take place, I can practically hear my heart beating in my ears. I know I can hold my own on the mat, but something about the prospect of me being called up with Imogen terrifies me. The boys have assured me its nothing and I am over thinking. But the looks they give each other, mainly Garrick, do not convince me in the slightest. And despite how many times I had asked Garrick directly, he would not budge. I hadn’t talked to him or the others in the last few days, mostly keeping to my fellow first years in my squad. I wasn’t the only one who had noted their annoyance at me ignoring them. With Violet and Rhiannon commenting on it. Multiple times Garrick had tried to get me alone between classes or at the end of the day.
The moment I’ve been dreading is here. Emetterio points a finger at Imogen and I with a smile on his face. “My two best female fighters. Lets see what you can do.”
I’m kind of glad Garrick and Xaden are busy with their own fights to see us called up. But Bodhi is not. He goes to move but I give him a look, trying to convey I do not want him to interfere. He falters for a second before nodding and staying in his place. He’s probably going to get an earful from Xaden and Garrick later. But I don’t care. I need to know why she’s been acting the way she is. And if Garrick and Xaden get involved before the fight starts, they have the power to call it off.
Imogen starts circling the mat as if I am her prey. As if she’s out to kill me. As much as I would like to think my squad and being Xaden’s sister keeps me safe, the reality is people die in the riders quadrant. Nothing keeps you safe here.
”You need to keep away from what’s not yours Riorson.” She spits out at me.
What's not mine? Her eyes flick to Garrick a few mats away who is still focused on his fight to see Imogen and I have been paired up. That’s when it clicks. There is either history there, or she wants him. And here I come, essentially back from the dead and either put a divide between them, or wrecked any hopes she had of being with him. She’s jealous. And honestly who wouldn’t be. As per usual he is fighting without a shirt on, and its definitely a site to see. All the girls near his mat are watching him. She thinks I’m his. If only her words were true.
I don’t get a chance to respond back. In a blink of an eye Imogen has run at me and starts berating me with punches I can barely keep up with. Occasionally she gets a hit on my ribs, stomach or the side of my face. She’s coming at me with every thing she can. She tires for a second and I step back before launching a well placed kick to her stomach, sending her stumbling back before I am on her again. She not as lucky as I was when it comes to blocking punches and I manage to her a few decent hits on her. One of them lands on her nose, sending blood down her face and across the mat.
I vaguely hear male voices yelling that sound like Garrick and Xaden. But I block them out, focusing on the fight at hand. My luck runs out and she gets a well placed knee into my stomach causing me to double over, earning me a knee to the face and a sickening crunch to my nose. The familiar taste of blood trickles into my mouth. She pushes me to the ground and I have enough time to shield my face before she’s punching me again. Someone tries to pull her off but they are pulled away. I use the distraction to flip us over so I am on top. She comes at me with her knees and elbows, and manages to get a foot up and kick me off her. I land on my back and my head hits the hard ground in stead of the mat with a loud thud. I barely hear Imogen approaching me with the ringing in my ears. I look up in time to see her foot coming for my face, barely rolling out of the way in time. Her eyes flare with anger as I get away and am able to get back on my feet. I need to end this fast. The knock to my head has definitely given me a mild concussion paired with the knee to the nose I received earlier. If she gets another good hit on me I’m done. I need to win this to get her off my back.
She screams and runs at me with all she’s got. I can use her anger against her. She won’t be thinking straight. I plant one of my legs between hers, duck under her arms and use my ground foot to pivot around her locking my arms around her neck in a choke hold and locking both her legs between mine. My extra weight throws her off and we land on the mat with her on top of me, but I manage to hold on.
She claws at my arms and tries to kick her legs out. It takes all my energy to keep her locked in place. But slowly I feel her become weaker and weaker. Around the mat others yell for her to fight back and yield. If she’s anything like me, she wont yield. This is personal. After another minute her arms fall away and she passes out in my arms. I don’t even hear Emetterio call the end of the fight due to the ringing in my ears. But I know its done. I push her weight off me and do my best to sit up.
I look to my right and see Imogen coming to on the mat next to me covered in blood from where I got her in the nose earlier in the fight. We just stare at each other for a few second before she nods her head at me. Once we’re both healed and recovered I’ll have to find her and talk to her. A few other second years come and help her up and lead her towards the doors, most likely to the healers quadrant.
I go to stand but a big pair of arms wrap around me and pick me up as if I weigh nothing. I don’t even have to look up to see who it is as their familiar scent invades my senses despite my nose feeling like it should no longer work. I look up into Garrick’s hazel eyes as he walks with me bridal style in his arms out the doors and towards the healers quadrant.
Part 6
@riorgail @going-through-shit @fw-gt
#fourth wing#fourth wing fanfic#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson#garrick tavis x reader#the empyrean#bodhi durran#garrick tavis#garrick tavis imagine
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Ch. 4 - Tender Performance
Sorry this took a while to get out. I was busy af with college and everything lol. I haven’t edited this one yet, so I’m sorry in advance for the mistakes. I just wanted to get this one out of the way before finals take over my body and kill me—
The Boyfriend Contract Masterlist
Ch. 3 | Next Chapter
The Tender Performance of a contract means to offer or attempt to perform the agreement… and damn did he deliver.
It was fake-breakfast-date Tuesday. But Yuu’s nervousness was anything but fake.
She didn’t want to leave Grim behind on his own, so she made sure to text Azul ahead of time if it would be alright to bring him along.
“But of course,” he replied. You know, in the most unshady way he can via text.
“This better be worth it, Yuu,” Grim deadpanned as he slumped over her shoulder, “Seriously? You’re actually dating this guy?”
“Didn’t Ace and Deuce already tell you?”
“They did! And I thought they were messing with me!” He exclaimed with a prominent frown.
“And what would they gain from lying about this?” It was another stupid question from her, given that Ace would probably pull this type of prank on Grim.
“Because this is absurd!! It sounds like a lie! It sounds fake!!” He exclaimed louder, practically yelling into her ear. “Azul?! Seriously?! You’re dating him?? You agreed to date him?!”
She sighed, “Grim…”
“No— not even that! I can’t believe I had to hear this from Ace and Deuce first! We literally live together! How come I never heard about it?”
She felt guilty, but Grim was Grim. He’ll come around eventually.
“We tried to be discrete,” she simply replied.
“Man…” he sighed, “whatever, it’s probably none of my business who you date. Wish it was a better person though.”
“What’s wrong with Azul?”
“That’s such a stupid question,” he rolled his eyes, “like you weren’t there when he scammed us, or when he overblotted.”
Despite how he normally was, Grim knew Yuu well. They both knew each other well. Which was why she didn’t know whether to reveal to him her contract with Azul. However…
One of the terms stated in her contract with Azul was that only the two of them were to know the complete and clear details of their contract, and under no circumstances are they to tell anyone else.
The Leech twins probably already knew. While she knew that Azul wouldn’t tell them due to their contract’s terms, the twins were smart enough to know what had conspired between them. They didn’t need details to know everything when they were involved behind the scenes.
It took the whole night for her to process the fact that she would be fake-dating Azul for a while. It was Monday yesterday, and she was now on her way (with Grim) to one of her breakfast dates with Azul. One out of…well, many. Maybe.
She didn’t exactly discuss an expiration date, but Yuu had a feeling that things would calm down a bit when Azul’s end of the contract would be fulfilled.
That being said, she didn’t exactly have enough time to psychologically prepare for the experience of having breakfast with Azul as his…partner. Will the Leech twins be there as bodyguards? Will it just be the two of them with Grim third wheeling???
She hoped she was keeping a good exterior, because her mind was a train wreck.
Yuu didn’t expect much from the breakfast date aside from the subtle awkwardness between them. But for some reason, she didn’t expect him to be early…
Really early. He looked like he had been there for a good several minutes before she arrived.
“He’s early,” Grim said, speaking exactly what was on her mind.
She approached the Octavinelle Housewarden, who was seated at one of the empty tables. He was looking at his watch when she tapped his shoulder.
“Hey,” she greeted him with a small smile, “Good morning.”
“Good morning, Yuu,” he stood up from his seat with a polite smile before turning to the cat-like monster on her shoulder, “To you as well, Grim. Good morning.”
“Yeah yeah mornin’,” Grim said rather dismissively. “Didn’t think you’d actually be here.”
“Who do you think I am?” Azul frowned, dismayed by Grim’s remark, “I’m not one to ditch on dates, you know?”
“Don’t go thinkin’ you can drag my hench-human around just ‘cuz she agreed to go out with you!”
“Why, I would never think of doing such a thing!” Azul exclaimed, “Courtship is a consensual agreement. I asked for her consent and she agreed.”
Yuu sighed and looked down at Grim, “Come on now, Grim. Enough of that, didn’t you say you were hungry?”
“We should get some breakfast now,” Azul looked over at the buffet. “It’s still early, but the cafeteria will get filled up by students soon, so we should hurry up.”
“Sounds good to me!” Grim suddenly cheered, his mood lifting up at the sound of food.
She noticed the small quirk of Azul’s lips as they ordered their food.
“What will you two be having?” Asked one of the chefs.
“I’ll have two pieces of buttered toast and black coffee,” Azul replied.
Her eyes scanned the food at the cafeteria concessionaire before adding, “I’ll just have some Omurice, a glass of water, and a carton of chocolate milk.”
“I’ll have this, and this, and that grilled fish over there, and—“ Grim got off her shoulder and suddenly started pointing at a bunch of dishes.
“Hey! Calm down that’s too much!” Yuu scolded him, “Just limit it to two dishes!”
“We’re gonna have a full day today! I gotta make sure I don’t go hungry in between you know!”
“We still have lunch, you’ll be fine!” She stressed. “Ugh… seriously.”
“Why do you have to worry? Isn’t Azul paying for all this?” Grim asked, looking genuinely confused.
What?
“Huh?” She gaped at him, “What?! No! That’s not how it works!”
She looked over at Azul, only to find him already pulling out enough thaumarks from his wallet to pay for their meals.
“Woah—“ she placed a hand on his and stopped him, “what are you doing? You can’t pay for my stuff.”
“I can’t?” He blinked, looking just as confused as Grim.
“No!” She retaliated, “just ‘cause you’re a dude it doesn’t mean you have to pay for my meal.”
“And why not?” Azul asked.
“Well… it’s just… you don’t have to, okay?” She then leaned closer to him to whisper, “that’s not the kind of fake-dating relationship that I want.”
“Yuu,” he said, rather seriously, “this isn’t about me being a… ‘dude’—“ he cringed slightly at the word, “—you’re saving money aren’t you? It’s also part of our contract’s terms.”
“But you don’t have to pay for everything,” she said with a groan. It’s precisely because of this kind of thing that I’m saving money.”
“What do you mean?”
“Listen, just…don’t, okay?” She fiddled at her own sleeve, “it’s just, I don’t like relying on people when it comes to simple things like this. I definitely don’t want to become indebted to you more than I already have…”
Azul stared at her for a moment, making her more nervous. She hoped that she wasn’t breaching anything in their contract.
Yuu found it hard to rely on others, even when it comes to things as simple as paying for her food. She didn’t want to come off as helpless, or as someone who couldn’t provide for herself. Even before she came to NRC, she was used to getting by on her own, and she didn’t really need anyone’s help. She’d rather be the helper than the helpee… y’know?
“Then… just think of it as proof.”
“Huh?”
“Grim doesn’t seem to believe that we’re together. A lot of your friends don’t seem to believe us either,” he explained, “If I do this for you, then they won’t question the credibility of our relationship.”
“But—“ she paused for a moment, realizing that she hadn’t exactly told most of her friends the “status” of her relationship with Azul. Most of them (like Leona, Vil, and Riddle, for example) probably wouldn’t believe them, they knew Azul well enough after all.
They weren’t close, but they knew Azul and his tendencies.
I wouldn’t peg Azul for the type to blackmail a girl into being in a fake-relationship though… she thought.
“Do— do you think they’ll believe it?” she hesitantly asked.
He moved…closer, his breath tickling her cheek, “Do you think I would give just anyone anything without a price?”
Right. They don’t know their act. If they simply see Azul being generous to her, like a boyfriend would be, it would be believable enough. He wasn’t that kind after all.
He’s a little complicated, though.
“I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I didn’t at least try to pay for our meal,” he said, louder this time, enough for Grim and anyone nearby to hear.
“Come on, Yuu!” Grim encouraged her with a mischievous smile as he stood on the concessionaire counter. “Just let your boyfriend treat ya!”
She bit her lip, still uncertain. Even back when she was in a relationship— a real relationship, she didn’t like leaving this kind of thing to her partner. Even more so with a guy she’s fake-dating now.
“Is there a catch though?” She asked him quietly.
“None,” he replied, leaning down to whisper again, “this is just to honor our contract. We must look convincing enough, especially to your dorm mate.”
She bit her lip and hesitated. Grim ate a lot, and just while they were talking, he not-so-secretly added a cookie and a piece of coffee bread to Azul’s tray.
“…alright,” she finally relented before nodding over to Grim, who cheered.
After that whole back and forth (and the whispers), they sat at an empty table, Azul sliding next to Yuu, while Grim ate happily across them.
“Eat slowly, you’ll choke,” she warned him.
“Yeah yeah,” she lost him. He was too busy munching on his free meal to pay attention to whatever she was saying.
“Watching him eat all this gives me heartburn,” Azul said with a sigh, picking on his own food.
She shook her head before turning to him, “Grim tunes out the whole world when he’s this hungry.”
“I can only imagine how much you go through to feed this…creature.”
She shrugged, “I’m used to it. Anyway…” she leaned in closer to him, letting Grim wander off into his own world as she said in a low voice, “So, where were you born? Did you live in the Coral Sea your whole life or…?”
He raised a brow after taking a sip of his drink, “Is this one of your green-card marriage interview questions?”
His lips quirk up when she giggled, seemingly pleased with himself for making her laugh.
“I’ve lived in the Coral sea my whole life,” he replied, “The Atlantica Memorial Museum is but only a quarter of the whole area. There’s much to see there, but I’m not sure if it’s something you’ll enjoy.”
“Why not? I happen to like the sea.”
“I recall you saying that the sea is scary.”
“But it’s interesting,” she shifted on her seat to get comfortable. “Back in my world, more than 80% of the ocean has never been explored, mapped, or even seen by humans. Literally a great number of stars and planets has been explored more than the ocean floor! Isn’t that insane?”
“Hard to imagine, as a merfolk, that is,” he said. “If you’re so interested, then perhaps I should take you on a date somewhere in the Coral Sea someday…”
With the way he spoke, Yuu almost thought he was serious. But Grim was right next to them, and, with the cafeteria slowly filling up, who knows who could be listening in on them.
“That would be nice,” she said softly, feeling kind of shy all of a sudden.
He smirked, sensing her shyness, “Perhaps I can take you to my mother’s restaurant.”
Okay, now she was sure he was teasing her. Yuu didn’t want to go as far as to meet his mother. This was only a one-time fake-dating thing, and the last thing she wants is to extend the lie to Azul’s parents.
She rolled her eyes before saying, “I did hear from Jade that your mother runs a restaurant in the Coral Sea…”
“Yes, it’s a very popular restaurant. If you ask any local for directions, they would probably take you there themselves,” he spoke with a hint of pride.
She giggled, “I see where you get your business side from. Does your mother know you’re running mostro lounge here at school?”
“She invested in it,” he smiled, “and of course, every time I visit I show her documents of our profit— to show her its success.”
Wow. It was kind of weird to imagine that he had— or has, she’s clearly still alive— a mother. A family. You know… all those warm homey stuff before he became a tall, (handsome) intimidating, infamous cafe manager.
“She must be really proud of you,” she said.
“Naturally.”
“And your father?”
“Which one?”
She blinked, “Shit, you have two?”
“My biological father and my stepfather,” he answered, “both of my biological parents got divorced when I was young, and my stepfather was my mom’s divorce lawyer. Well… you can imagine what happens next.”
“Huh… I actually didn’t expect that,” she muttered, “Did you learn contracts and stuff from your stepfather then?”
“You’re smart. Yes, he taught me all about them,” he replied.
“I don’t know if I should thank him or not,” she sighed, “do you see your biological father often?”
“He calls every now and then to see how I’m doing, but other than that, very rarely,” he replied. Yuu wondered if it was a sensitive topic, but Azul didn’t seem bothered by it at all.
She looked over at Grim, who was now chugging on a mug of water. He inhaled his food like it was nothing.
“Well that was fun,” she said when she finished the last of her food.
“Does breakfast end here?” Azul asked as he watched her clean up her plate.
“Well I wouldn’t want to be late, and Grim might insist on more food if we don’t leave soon.”
Azul checked his watch, “We still have lots of time.”
She stabbed her straw into the carton of milk before taking a small sip, “Yeah but our classrooms—“
“Where were you born?”
She blinked at him. Oh, did he want to get to know her too?
Knowing Azul, it was likely for the sake of getting information about her, but truthfully, she would have to disappoint him. There was nothing remarkable about her, after all.
“In another world.”
He rolled his eyes, “I knew that, but where?”
“You wouldn’t know either way.”
“It would still be nice to know,” He insisted.
She pursed her lips, “Yokohama, Japan. I moved to Tokyo for college though.”
“Tokyo? Is it another city?”
“It’s the capital of Japan, my home country,” she replied.
“And why Tokyo?”
“My dream college is in Tokyo. It’s a little difficult to get in it, but I got a scholarship in the end, so all is good.”
His eyes widened slightly, “A scholarship? You must have worked really hard.”
“Not having a social life helps sometimes.”
He chuckled, “And what were you going to take?”
“Visual Communication,” she said, “there’s a master’s degree program too, so if I do exceptionally well in my undergraduate degree then I’ll hopefully be chosen for another scholarship for the masters program. Which I REALLY hope I get.”
She internally groaned at the thought of all those sleepless nights in high school, trying to keep her grades up while balancing odd jobs. She knew she would have to work twice as hard in college, given that college means more work, more brain power, and more money. Next time she would have to work night shifts more often.
“Your parents must be quite proud of you for getting that far, right?”
Yuu froze for a moment before giving him a stiff smile, she didn’t really want to think about it too deeply. It had already been years, after all. No use on dwelling in the past.
“Speaking of, what are your parents like?”
“Dead.”
Azul nearly choked on his black coffee. “I’m—“ he coughed a couple of times and composed himself, “I’m sorry—“
She smiled and shook her head, “It’s fine.”
It wasn’t that much of a sensitive topic to her anymore, honestly. In fact, the way she responded to him so bluntly was kind of funny. Like an incorrect tumblr meme or something.
“I…I see,” his face was in its neutral expression— the kind that often made her nervous. It wasn’t that he looked scary or anything, he actually looked somewhat professional.
He really is handsome… she thought shamelessly. Honestly, he looks like one of those serious-looking CEOs from one of those K-dramas or manhwas.
She studied his face as he silently stared at her. It made her a little uncomfortable, both his silence and the fact that he looked so focused on her face as if he was trying to unearth every single little secret of hers.
“Prefect?”
She flinched at the sudden voice as she looked away from Azul.
“Riddle!”
Standing before their table was the Heartslabyul Housewarden, accompanied by his usual retinue, that being Trey, Cater, Ace, and Deuce.
“Woah! So the rumors were true!” Cater beamed at the sight of the unexpected couple, “You guys really are dating.”
“Why do you sound so surprised?” She asked him, “Weren’t you the one who took a photo of us?”
Cater raised both his hands in mock surrender, “Hey now, don’t get mad at me! How could I not when it was the most ridiculous thing I’ve seen that day?”
Ace made a disgusted look, “Ugh, seeing you two make those googly eyes at each other is so cringey. Glad I’m not Grim.”
“Hey, don’t be mean!” Deuce elbowed Ace before smiling down at the Prefect. “But…Ace is kind of right though. You guys look really close.”
“It’s only natural,” Azul spoke up first as he pushed his glasses up, “She’s my girlfriend after all.”
Riddle made a funny face at the word “girlfriend”, and yet he remained strangely quiet.
“Wow, I really didn’t expect this from you, Azul,” Trey chuckled, albeit rather awkwardly, “Then again, you’re always ambitious— I guess it’s no different when it comes to love, huh?”
“Speaking of, how long has this thing been goin’ on?” Cater asked. “It’s kind of sudden. I can’t tell if you guys are just that good at hiding it or you had to blackmail Grim to keep it under wraps.”
“Hey!” Grim pouted, “For the record, I didn’t know about it either until Ace and Deuce told me!”
“What?! For real?!” Cater looked quite appalled at the revelation. “Dang! No wonder we didn’t know about it… Grim isn’t exactly the best at keeping secrets, you know?”
Grim snarled at Cater’s remark.
“How long have you two been… seeing each other?” Riddle asked reluctantly as he eyed them.
Riddle always remained suspicious when it involved Azul and the twins, that was the only reason Yuu could come up with when she saw the scrutiny in his eyes as he looked at the two of them.
It made Yuu quite nervous. She had been friends with Riddle for quite some time now, and it made her feel just as guilty to lie to him like this. Aside from that, however, Riddle also had an acute sense of responsibility and justice. If he felt something was amiss, he would surely look into it, just as he did during the incident with Savanaclaw.
As though sensing her apprehension, Azul placed his hand on top of hers, and it was…weirdly warm. He was always warm, and it was comfortable…for some reason.
Damn, leave it to a touchstarved girl to feel warm about Azul.
“For a while,” Azul replied with an amiable smile as he held her hand on top of the table— a sign of their relationship. “But if you’re curious of the specifics, we’ve been seeing each other for over a month and a half.”
Azul gave her a look and a soft smile.
Right, okay. So that’s their story. A month and a half of “secretly dating”.
“I’m sorry we kept it from you guys…” She suddenly said, “We just… wanted a little privacy, you know?”
Riddle stared at their intertwined hands without a word.
“Why apologize?” Trey spoke up instead, “you guys did nothing wrong. Besides, it’s probably Cater’s fault that your peace was interrupted.”
“Hey!” Cater looked at Trey in horror, “how come I’m the only one to blame here?! You were there too!”
Azul chuckled, “It’s not a problem at all. In fact, I think it was a good thing, for the both of us. We don’t have to keep hiding it any longer.”
He turned to her, “Are you finished eating?”
“Huh?” She looked down at her now empty plate, “Uh, yeah…”
“It seems that Grim has finished as well,” He stood up and stretched his hand out in front of her.
“Shall I walk you to your classroom?”
She ignored the stares of disbelief from her friends as she took his hand, “Of course.“
“We’ll be off now,” Azul looked at the five Heartslabyul students with his signature smile, “I hope you have a good morning.”
“I’ll see you guys later!” She exclaimed, “let’s go, Grim!”
Her furry companion hopped off his seat and followed the couple as they walked hand-in-hand out of the cafeteria, leaving behind several stunned students in their wake.
#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#disney twisted wonderland#twst yuu#disney twst#azul ashengrotto#Azul ashengrotto x reader#azul x reader#Azul ashengrotto x Yuu#azul x yuu#The Boyfriend Contract - TWST fanfic
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𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹 𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹!
𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓: Il Dottore/The Doctor
𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: fem! reader because this is horribly self-indulgent, sadism, dacryphilia, overstimulation, edging, degradation. lots of scary and spicy things. Oh and choking. iykyk.
These are just general nsfw headcanons for my problematic fave <3
He is totally into choking. This is only half a joke, because if he sees that you enjoy it he’ll probably question it for a bit but keep doing it. Or deny you this pleasure. Depends
He likes incorporating his experimental nature into intimate practices. Which means he will absolutely edge you and/or overstimulate you and excuse his actions with his reason being experimentation.
Oh yeah and he most definitely likes the sound and look of you crying and begging. It's a motivator for him.
"It seems you like this, but why are you crying? Cheer up or I'll give you a reason to cry." he coos and wipes a single, shiny tear from your eye, a toothy grin across his face.
How utterly fucking pathetic.
He would commission Sandrone to make new erotic devices to try on you every once in a while, While she hates this idea, Mora is Mora. And he's her superior. Not like she hasn't created instruments of torture for him in the past.
And if you enjoy getting hurt, he won’t shy away, especially if you’ve been disobedient. Though if it’s just you wanting it, rather deserving it, you’ll either have to to do something to make him want to punish you or beg him. No in between.
Use your words, you’re babbling like an idiot. Would you like more marks on your body? Are you addicted to the sweet stinging against your skin?
He grips your thighs/ass while saying the last part. Just… imagine it.
Oh yeah he’s a thigh guy btw. He likes thighs and waists. Especially ones with a bit more squish. More to cut open, more to grip onto.
His weakest spot is his neck. Either go for that or bite down while giving head to earn a chuckle and a quick change of pace (meaning he either starts roughly topping or he starts fucking. This man doesn’t play).
Hell, he'll screw you on an autopsy table. He'll make sure it's nice and clean just for you. With a mirror set up and everything so you can watch as he wrecks you, the way your face looks as he bruises your insides. His gloved fingers in your mouth and your hair a mess as you're tearing up and begging for release.
On that note, he's either almost entirely clothed or not clothed at all. Most of the time it's the former.
But of course, you only get him when he's in a good mood. Obey him and be his obedient little partner if you want your hole fucked good! He can definitely satisfy, but only if you act like a good girl and obey his every whim.
It's really difficult to completely make him hard. It's hard to bring him over the edge and have him begging. He's completely a top, and a really rough one at that. Submission is more attractive to him than being dominated, though he does admire the inner fierceness in his partner when they attempt to top.
He also eats out really well but he almost never does it unless he feels you REALLY deserve it. He personally just doesn't like doing it but will very rarely make an exception.
Aftercare? Never heard of her. If he thinks he has time to spare or if you quite literally can't properly move after that, he'll scoff and then carry you somewhere where you can rest. He might even send for someone to bring you things to eat or to draw up a bath for you. It's rarely ever him though.
While this is true, he does run constant medical tests to ensure that you're nice and healthy. Biweekly blood tests, makes sure you take your required meds and vitamins, all that good stuff. This is the only factor that would, in essence, make him a caretaker dom. But only barely.
Call him Zandik in bed and he will lie you on a dissection table so fuckin fast (he hates it, seriously hates it)
Is very possessive but certainly wouldn't mind sharing you with a certain other harbinger (come on, we all know who).
Just as long as that Regrator bastard remembers who’s in charge.
A/N: The atrocious things I'd let Dottore do to me. The absolute horrendous acts I would let him perform. I am down diabolical for this man. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the content, and stay slutty my friends.
#il dottore x reader#genshin dottore#fatui harbingers#dottore#the doctor genshin#genshin x reader#genshin smut#dottore smut#smut headcanons#smut fanfic#female reader#x reader#harbinger smut#il dottore#fatui#fatui smut#genshin impact
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IDK if you've mentioned it before but what era was Matty in when girly gave birth to Rosie?
Like I think you might have mentioned 2020 Matty but I could be imagining things 😭
But if you have or even haven't mentioned it before can you do a bit of a blurb about having a new born during lockdown and how they coped with it and stuff xoxo
(yes this is the era that Matty became a dad, i didn't make the rules 💅)
I'M SO READY TO TALK ABOUT THIS!!! DAD!MATTY BLURB IN COMING!!!!
Rosie was born in October 2020 (I think that's what I wrote anyway) so when girly found out she was pregnant it was like, EARLY 2020 MFC tour days. She 100% found out she was pregnant on one of the Australian dates in Feb 2020 (I could do a full oneshot on that one fr) . Every doctors appointment once lockdown started in March she had to go to on her own even though they obviously went completely private with the birth but in my head girly 110% had a home birth. So all the appointments were really hard and nerve wrecking for the both of them because they just wanted each other to be there.
In my mind she chose a home birth because if not she would’ve had to do it alone because of the restrictions and Matty is practically her life line so she couldn’t do it without him being there 24/7, literally every step of the way.
Once everything after the birth settles down everything is kinda quiet and peaceful. Like, girly was meant to be a mother so she's practically a natural, it's Matty who I think has a bit more of a difficult time getting used to things but over time (and pretty quickly) he adapts to everything and all of Rosie's needs. He also struggled with feeling pretty useless when it came to certain things, so when girly gave him the task of baby proofing the concrete bunker he fully jumped at the chance.
They didn't really get an extra hands from Denise or Tim because of all the Covid restrictions, so they did and learned everything together, just the two of them.
But now that Rosie is a few months away from turning four in present time, they definitely feel like if they started trying soon for baby number two they'd be super parents and they'd have everything under control lol.
#matty healy#matty healy imagine#matty healy fluff#matty healy x reader#the 1975#george daniel#ross macdonald#dad!matty#matty healy blurb#dad!matty blurb#dad matty healy#matty healy oneshot#matty healy fanfiction#the 1975 oneshot
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notes for the absolutely bonkers time line of toxicity (that's reborn au au). note that nothing is actually set in stone because it's derivative of reborn au, which is also not set in stone
i realized i suggested tori deciding to get with obito after the cave incident, but also that in reborn au she's actually already dating itachi when that happens. so consider
tori has been dating itachi for a few months (more if you count when she was dating him unknowingly) (her life is... dumb?)
she gets trapped in a cave by Some Guy and minato bans her from seeking vengeance
in reborn au she gets itachi to go freak out That Guy and is satisfied, but in THIS au everyone is more toxic. she has "destroys village out of affection" on the table as normal human behavior. she wants blood. she deserves blood
tori: can you BELIEVE itachi won't kill a singular guy for me
obito: lmao tori is it really that big a deal? just kill him yourself
tori: but it was :(
tori: a cave :(
tori: where i doubted anyone at all would ever help me again :(
obito:
obito:
obito: okay FINE i'll kill him
tori breaks up with itachi specifically to seduce obito
it's an amicable break up. she doesn't tell itachi it's so she can run off with obito, but she's like "look i don't have any problem with helping you shirk your clan duties, but i still want to have my own dating life. lmk if you need something else but i won't be your fake gf" which is an entirely reasonable and mature argument for someone who is about to go after an unstable ex-missing-nin
obito is extremely confused when tori starts coming on to him (she is. not good or subtle at it) but ALSO he's kind of into it. he has a lot of weird feelings about tori but she's the one person who knows all his darkest secrets and he likes having her undivided attention. is she actually into him or is she trying to use him to murder more people? he doesn't care!
anyway i have been trying to figure out how no one intervenes in this or causes, like, some sort of permanent interpersonal fallout. and i remembered @waffliesinyoface and i joking around about toxicity just having its main cast destroy even MORE villages, and what if kushina wrecked suna's shit over gaara. so further consider
kushina goes to suna for some reason. idk maybe they host the chunin exams and they're like "send a representative..... not the hokage...... pls thnx." and she realizes how they're treating gaara and she loses her mind
kushina: SURPRISE I RUINED OUR ALLIANCE WITH AN UNTOLD AMOUNT OF MURDER!!!!
kushina: also i kidnapped the kazekage's son. he's ours now
kushina: he is deeply emotionally unstable and completely op and has murdered so many suna-nin
kushina: but i can fix him. with my love <3
minato: o-oh
i don't think i'll have kushina PERMANENTLY adopt gaara (he has older siblings he can go back to!) but he's definitely in konoha for a hot second. so minato's life is currently
bonus child who is both crazy powerful and also desires to kill
(kushina: (shoving shukaku back in with her bare hands) HE'S FINE)
like the number of people who can handle gaara is. very low. he keeps sending gaara and naruto over to the uchiha compound for "babysitting" (Naruto keeps whining he's too OLD) but it's literally a bunch of A-ranks bc someone's sharingan is on them the whole time. the ushiha massacre 1000% doesn't happen in this time line because people are like "the uchiha are the only ones preventing us from being sand-coffined"
tori just fucking broke the hiraishin, so now he has to worry about the possibility of ANYONE ELSE doing that and killing/ruining everyone/everything he's ever cared about
obito?? decides to date her????
anyway the apparent situation of "obito, a 25 year old, has decided to date a teenager, who he's know since he was in his twenties and she was 12" is like. look, it's bad. but also minato is so tired. everyone else is so tired. obito what if you just...... didn't? please?
tori: but i'm the ultra manipulative seductress villain???
also an anon sent this
Itadei fake dating arc.... No one would even really notice/care since obitori is going on at the same time would they
Deidara doesn't give a shit about the murderous suna child. He killed him before and he'll do it again, okay. However WHY IS OBITO IN HIS APARTMENT ALL THE TIME NOW???
deidara: get her back. GET HER BACK
itachi: ?? she had a very sound argument for our break up
deidara: YOU'RE JUST COVERING FOR BEING A BAD BOYFRIEND
deidara is convinced tori would be SO easy to re-seduce. she likes good food and getting people to commit crimes for, okay. deidara would have just murdered that guy smh
deidara is going to show itachi how it's done
itachi is pretty sure being gay won't stop his parents from trying to get him to marry someone with a working womb, but maybe it will slow them down? certainly deidara has a good shot at scaring away any perspective dates
itachi and deidara start "dating" and no one gives it a second thought because it's the least insane thing happening right now
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In century egg au, MK's godparents are Princess Iron Fan and DBK, hands down. Mainly PIF. The girl literally lost everything and spent 500 years looking after him and his island even though she had every reason not to because he was the direct cause of her loss, like hell is he going to ignore that! And he'd already planned on either Ao Lie and DBK being godfather.
100%
Wukong doesn't even beat around the bush on the matter. PIF in the Century Egg au is his cub's godmother. He personally witnessed how loyal she was to him when he was asleep making the Stone Egg, and how well she protected both FFM and her husband's kingdom almost completely on her own.
The fact that she helped Mac in the direct aftermath of Xiaotian's birth also helped a lot. Her sworn brother was an emotional wreck from Wukong's medical coma, and needed help learning how to properly tend to their infant. PIF was at Mac's side, teaching him how to change a diaper, tie a doudou [traditional baby clothes], how to bathe the baby in the first few days, how to handle restless nights etc... as she had already gone through Hard Mode with her own little fireball.
If Wukong hadn't choosen PIF as godmother, Mac would have seriously offered her the role.
Xiaotian quickly gets a habit of crawling all over "Ayi's" elaborate hair-do like it's a hanging bar. Iron Fan keeps a straight face whenever someone catches sight of this, but is secretly smirking to herself. Her godson is such a silly little cub.
With DBK it's a little complicated, especially since Wukong wants to release his brother from his imprisionment, but he still needs to regain his strength to the point that he can even lift the Staff again. Also every official in Heaven considers it a Bad Idea and keeps trying to convince the Monkey King otherwise.
When the Demon Bull King is finally released and the brothers reunite, one of the first things he asks is;
DBK: "So... who's your calf's Godfather?"
Wukong: "You, duh. Your wife is already his godmother."
DBK, overjoyed: "REALLY!?!"
And you know that big softie is gonna cry the second he sees that tiny monkey demon with his brother's eyes. All anger regarding Wukong's near-death is forgotten in that instance.
DBK will "Pacify Heaven" once more if it means protecting his godson/nephew from any harm.
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