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The Better Man | Best Friend! Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader
Notes: It's been a while since I've actually written something. Been having the biggest brainrot over Leon Kennedy so enjoy. :)
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-> PT.2
WC: 1.2K ik it's short
CW: Cheating (reader gets cheated on, not by Leon), soft dom Leon, porn with barely any plot, little bit of overstimulation, petnames (sweetheart, pretty girl), oral.
Something you didn't expect to see when returning home to your boyfriend was to see another woman beneath him. Was it worth it to toss away a relationship just for some pussy? To your ex, yes. So here you are, outside of Leon's apartment, God knows at what hour. Faint knocking echoed down the hallway as you waited for Leon to open the door, I mean it was nearly 2 am... Would he even be awake to see you tonight? Your thoughts were soon swept aside as you hear keys jingling on the other side of the door. Quickly, you wipe your teary eyes as you see Leon open the door.
"Y/N?" He mumbled with a confused tone as he saw you stood in front of him. Turning his head to check the clock hanging on the wall, the hands of the clock displaying 1:55 am. "What are you doing her-" His words came to a stop as he saw a tear stream down your face. "My boyfriend.. well, not boyfriend anymore I guess" Y/N hushed out before wiping her face, "He cheated on me, and I'm sorry for coming to you at such a late hour but you're the only person who I know that woul-" Leon's fingers made her jump as she felt him tap her shoulder. "Don't be sorry, come here.." He whispered as he embraced her. A newfound warmth spread all over your body as you felt his arms tighten.
Leon slowly lead you to his couch, trying to calm down your sobs into his chest for a few minutes as you spill out what you saw on that same evening. Soon enough, no more tears flooded your face and you could see Leon's expression. Nothing but kind. He got up and after a few minutes he came back with a few snacks and drinks. It was his best attempt to cheer you up - it worked.
"I can't believe I even dated him, you even told me how much of an asshole he was." Y/N sighed as she took another sip of her drink. A slight grin spread on Leon's face as she shit-talked about her ex. "He never deserved you y'know, you up him in both looks and personality." He said as he took a pretzel from the bag, snickering at his own comment. The next 30 minutes was just you and Leon bad mouthing your ex and how he acted. Even in bed.
"He couldn't even last like 2 minutes! He sucked at it and didn't even really bother with aftercare. Unless you call a quick kiss on the lips and turning around aftercare." She scoffed, holding onto a bag of chips. "You're serious?" Leon asked looking at her with a teasing expression. "No he was a sex god." She said sarcastically as she placed a chip in her mouth. Leon couldn't help but look at her with doting eyes. A rush of nervousness spread in your system as you caught Leon staring at you like that. "L-leon?" You tried to snap him back but he wouldn't turn away, only giving you a teasing grin as he replayed your conversation in his head. "I'm glad you left him.." He sighed softly before putting his arm on the armrest. "You really deserve someone better who would actually treat you right, I mean who wouldn't want to be their best for you? Especially in bed.." He mumbled the last part.
"Someone like you..?" You hushed out your question but Leon turned his head to your question immediately. "I-I can't do that to you. I mean I don't want to ruin our friendship because of what I wan-" You cut him off after hearing him spew out nonsense. "Leon. I want you too y'know?"
You didn't think this would lead to Leon slowly parting your legs after gently taking off your panties to see your soaked cunt. "God.. You're so pretty for me sweetheart.." His fingers slowly rubbing up and down your folds, eliciting pornographic moans from your throat. Who knew your best friend would be the better man in bed than your ex? The thoughts of your ex slowly dissipated as you felt a warm sensation cover over your pussy. Leon's mouth. He couldn't help but taste you as a deep groan left his throat, your sweetness making his eyes roll back as he tongued at your folds. His eyelids slightly opened as he looked at you as he swirled his tongue. You were beautiful as he ate you out, in fact you were like a goddess. Moans and groans clashed against each other as the room was filled with wet sounds from Leon slowly fingering your pussy and licking your clit. Your fingers waving through his locks - slightly tugging at his hair as he drowned himself in your juices. "L-leon! 'm close oh f-fuck.." Her voice trembled as Leon continued to his hearts content, groaning out a few praises as he felt you tighten around his fingers. "You're taking it so well baby. So proud of you.." "Can't wait to see you do this on my cock.. you're so fuck.. gorgeous."
A coil slowly started to tighten in your stomach as you felt the stimulation of Leon's fingers curling into that sweet spot along with the quick sucks and swipes on your clit. "C'mon baby.. give it to me." He groaned as he rutted himself into the couch, his sweatpants feeling tight as he felt himself throb whilst devouring your sweet little cunt. "'m cumming! Leon!" Was all you could blabber out as the coil snapped and you felt yourself shake in Leon's grasp. His tongue still lapping at your clit, slightly overstimulating you as you felt your thighs tremble. Leon's fingers still continuing to curl inside of you as he licked up your cum, slowly putting his fingers in his mouth after cleaning the mess. "So fucking sweet for me." He kissed your inner thighs as he pulled himself up from between your legs.
Panting and sweating, you wearily lift up your head that was previously buried into the pillow, looking at him as you saw your slick on his chin. A slight smile appearing on your face. "What's so funny?" He looked at you confused with a grin on his face. "Nothing.." You snickered out as you saw his disheveled hair. Laughter slowly died down and you tugged on his sweatpants, looking at him with pleading eyes.
"Tonight's about you" He said as he kissed your neck, a slight whimper coming out of your mouth as you felt him bite down on you. "I wanna make you feel good too..." You murmured as you tugged on his shirt. Leon couldn't help but laugh slightly as he lifted himself up from your neck and looked into your eyes. "Yeah? You wanna make me feel good?" He teased as his hands slowly rode up your shirt, unclasping your bra and tossing it to the side. The pads of his fingers teasing your buds whilst his lips connected onto yours. A passionate kiss coming from both of you. You slowly break away, still determined to make him feel good - he can't help but accept the offer. He picks you up, a small yelp erupting from your throat as he takes you to his room.
"Can't say no to you, pretty girl.."
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pls don't steal my work :p
#leon kennedy#leon scott kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon x reader#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy resident evil#resident evil#best friend leon kennedy
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pt 2/2 of the crybaby reader x earth42 Miles Morales
MAJOR MAJOR spoilers!! read with caution.
i said tomorrow night but I worked my butt off to get it done today!!
Aaron makes his way to Miles and room not even bothering to knock, I mean why would he? He just watched his nephew make his own girlfriend who would do anything for him cry. He was beyond furious.
“So now we are just going around making people cry?” Miles smirks at him “man I am literally the prowler? all i make people do is cry and beg for their life” he says almost laughing.
Aaron sighs pinching the bridge of his nose.” you are not supposed to let your job interfere with your normal life, you know that. Now you’re chasing your girl, the girl your supposed to love away? are you serious?”
Miles looks at him annoyed “ why wouls you care all she ever does is cry, shes happy she cries, shes mad she cries, shes sad she cries, man even when shes bored she cries. its annoying” he says holding his face in his hands.
Aaron walks to the bed and sits next to him. He’s never been put in this situation so he doesn’t know what to say. “ you’re dad was a lot better doing this than i ever was.” Miles visibly stiffens, this was the first time he’s brought up his dad since his funeral.
“ Miles I know you have been through a lot, more then i ever will but that doesn’t give you a reason to act that way towards her, she only wants whats best for you and she loves you with everything shes got. I would kill for a person like that to be in my life. I know you reacted like this because you feel you don’t have anyone to talk to but i’m always here man you know this.”
He wrapped an arm around his shoulder.” So don’t be taken your anger out on your girl she just loves you ok?” Miles sighs realizing, he was way to harsh in you you shouldn’t have been ignoring you and now he feels like a fool.
“ Yea, ill talk to her tomorrow” Aaron smiles, “ good I don’t need the only person who can get you to open up gone, now do i?” he says laughing a bit.
* Next Morning *
You didnt get a wink of sleep that night you where thinking about all the things you could have done to upset him that much. You werent mad just confused, confused as to why he would react that way. Of course you will still love him but this still hurt.
You were lost in thought when you realize someone texted you, it was Miles? You wasted no time to open it.
miles. can you come over later today?
you. yea
miles. dress comfortable
you were nervous, was he breaking up with you? You had no idea what to expect with how you guys left everything yesterday there was many directions this could go.
Hours later ( im lazy )
You got ready and made your way over to his place. Knocking on the door he answered “hola cariño ven conmigo” he helped you in with a warm smile taking your hand. Shutting the door behind you he led you into his bedroom sitting you down on his bed. He stood looking at you kind of nervous? he started:
“Voy a decir esto en español para que todo salga bien. Te amo mucho y siento mucho haberte tratado de una manera que nunca te mereces. Lamento haberte hecho llorar y haberte hecho sentir que hiciste algo mal. Todo lo que haces es amarme y tratarme bien, pero yo te traté como si no me importara. Y por eso lo siento mucho y espero que lo encuentres en tu corazón para perdonarme.”
(I'm going to say this in Spanish so that everything goes well. I love you very much and I am so sorry that I treated you in a way that you never deserve. I'm sorry I made you cry and made you feel like you did something wrong. All you do is love me and treat me right, but I treated you like I didn't care. And for that I am very sorry and I hope that you find it in your heart to forgive me.)
You waited and listened to him through and through and when he was done you spoke. “ Miles I will forever love you, you know that. I know that you are going through something but why didn’t you tell me? why don’t you talk to me? why wont you let me in?” you said holding his hands.
“No quería que pensaras menos en mí, que me consideraras débil.” You look at him sympathetically “ Miles I would never, never ever think of you as weak ok? Whenever you need me I will be there with you, I love you miles so much.” and with that, you were crying.
(“I didn't want you to think less of me, to consider me weak.”)
“mi princesa por favor no llores odio cuando lloras” he said wiping your tears away “ I know and i’m sorry that i’m always crying about everything i know it annoys you” you say sniffling. He feeling you pulling at his heart strings, feeling the worse he has felt since his father’s passing.
("My princess please don't cry I hate when you cry"’)
“ahora me tienes a punto de llorar mami, te quiero mucho y me arrepiento de haberte dicho que te encontré una llorona. Nunca debí haberte dicho eso, eres mi todo, ¿lo sabías? Debería disculparme contigo, lamento haberte tratado de esa manera, ¿me perdonarías?” He said with tears in his eyes.
(“Now you have me about to cry mommy, I love you very much and I regret having told you that I found you a crybaby. I never should have told you that, you are my everything, you know that? I should apologize to you, I'm sorry I treated you that way, would you forgive me?")
You held his face looking into his eyes with so much adoration. “ Miles I will forever love you, I forgive you, I will forgive you ten times over.” You said resting your head on his. After a few minutes he wipes his tears saying “ I forgot I wanted you to watch a movie with me if you forgave me.” You smile at him giving him a kiss.
“ Thank you Miles,i appreciate it all.” he sighs “ Ma, stop saying stuff like that I need to be saying sorry to you” he says looking you in your eyes.
And with that he sits on his bed back against the headboard with you tucked into his side, eating snacks and watching your favorite movies.
( this or this )
He suddenly turns to you and says “te amo mas que la cantidad de estrellas en el cielo” he says looking into your eyes. You turn to him resting your hand ok his face, hearing your voice that sounds like honey.
("I love you more than the number of stars in the sky")
“yo tambien te amo mi principe”
( "I love you too my prince")
Part 3 of the earth 42 Miles spoiling you will be done as soon as I can 🙏🏾
A/n: overlook the fact that i spelt honey as hunny 😔 ( its changed now)
#earth 42 miles#earth 42 miles morales x reader#fluff#atsv x reader#earth 42#earth 42 miles morales#miles morales#miles morales x reader#i hope you like it#i really tried#comfort#angst#fluffy
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Alright, I'm going to write my own thoughts down on the situation, sorry if this gets rambly
First of all, Shubble is so brave for speaking up, it's really hard for victims to speak up against there abusers in a public setting and she deserves all the respect in the world for it
That being said we do need to be mindful to give her space, this was a really traumatic thing for her and we all need to be mindful of that, give her room to breath.
On the same lines, don't go after other ccs for not ""releasing statements"", content creators aren't companies, there people. Don't get on at them for not publicly supporting Shubble, especially since there undoubtedly doing it in private, which is probably better than shoving it out there for millions of people to see. Let people support there friend in a way they and shubble are confortable with, if shubble wants them to say something or they think they need to say something themselves, they will say it.
It's like Pearl said, just because you don't see something happening publicly doesn't mean it isn't happening
Also, don't jump to call Tommy or Phil or Grian or anyone else enablers because they haven't said anything, they'll need time to process this too, it's hard to find out that your friend is a domestic abuser, let them process this in piece and don't try to cancel them over nothing like a fool. (People like Tommy will need time especially since Wilbur befriended them when they were young and by all accounts manipulated them too)
If anyone of these people have anything they feel they need to say they'll say it when there good and ready, good life tip folks:Don't Harass People. Especially if they have almost nothing to do with this (honestly Saw someone say they were going to go on to fucking RT about this despite him not knowing either person very well, the fuck)
I know why people do it, they want to make sure there favourite content creators aren't also bad, but they are people and they deserve respect, I can garentee you that almost no Qsmp or Hermitcraft or Other MCYT member who knew him stands with Wilbur
(Also if anyone brings Techno into this fuck right off let the man rest.)
Also, some brain dead morons are saying that people calling out wilbur are doing it for clout and that they should have done it sooner, but most of the abuse happened in private, and wilbur manipulated others, many wouldn't have realised anything was wrong and if they did its still better and more respectful to come forward after shubble since its HER story to tell.
(This attack also doesn't work anymore because we have things like tubbos stream, where he actively discourages his chat from treating him like a hero for speaking out, but yeah sure they all don't give a shit about shubble and just want to make themselves look better, fuck outta here)
Now, if your a former wilbur fan, let me make this super clear
DONT WATCH HIM AND DONT LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC
"BuT SePuRaTe ThE ArT FrOm ThE Arti-
Nah. That doesn't work here. You can separate a book or game or movie, you can't with a cc. Its there face, there voice, there personality. Find a different band, find a different CC to watch. There are other options, I know it sucks to find out someone you like did an awful thing,but that doesn't mean we should support those people for our sakes, especially when people were actively hurt by there actions. Trust me everyone, this will get better, things will go back to how they were before
Finally, this should go without saying, Fuck William Gold to the core of teh fucking earth. And any who still support him.
He is a raging egotistical manipulator and abuser. don't blame people for not seeing it sooner, no one can do that. What we can do though is blame people who still wholeheartedly support him and his actions.
He has not "changed" nor will he ever at the rate at which he's going. He's still a egomaniac who's more concerned with saving his image than actually apologising for his actions, even then an apology wouldn't fix all he's done,it would just be closer and a jumping off point to be better, but he can't even fucking do that.
If wilbur does reflect and grow, good on him, but if he doesn't then I can say with absolute certainty we wouldn't fucking miss him.
Fuck Wilbur. Support Shelbym
#wilbur soot#fuck wilbur soot#shubble#shelby grace#support shubble#believe victims#believe Shubble#im probably gonna disappear for the rest of the day#possibly tomorrow two#again shubble is so brave and im glad she spoke up#also sorry for the swearing im just mad#tw: abuse#tw: swearing
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What if a reader x carmilla but reader sold their soul to Carmilla as a show of love and devotion to her? Like either they were already dating, or they confessed and gave her their soul when she accepted.
(Hi, thanks for your request, I'm sorry it took me so long to write it, but I wanted to give context to your request)
Carmilla Carmine x fem reader
The first thing I thought of when I realized I was in hell was "what did I do to deserve it?", even today I can't give myself an answer, while alive I had always been told that to end up in hell you had to have accomplished horrible actions, but I had never done anything wrong; the only blame that can be attributed to me is my death, I was killed, due to my naivety, by what I believed to be the love of my life.
At first I was quite surprised by hell, I imagined it as a great chasm that descended to the bowels of the earth inhabited by sadistic demons whose aim was to make your eternal damnation an agony, but instead it was a large city and to make your eternal damnation and torment were not demonic creatures but other sinners.
When I had resigned myself to my eternal "life" of suffering, I met the person who made me feel like I was in paradise without ever having even seen the golden gates of heaven.
The first time I met Carmilla was during the extermination, I had recently arrived in hell and I didn't know that once a year the angels came to kill sinners.
I was about to be killed by an exterminating angel but then she came and saved me.
When, after having made the angel flee, she held out her hand to help me stand up and asked me how I was, I felt my heart skip a beat. I don't know exactly what Carmilla liked about me, but after that day I was no longer alone in hell, at first I found an acquaintance, then a friend and finally a lover.
Carmilla had introduced me to her daughters before we even got together, she was very happy when she saw that we got along well, in fact within a few months I had become their "second mother".
The day Carmilla confessed her love to me and asked me if I wanted to be her girlfriend was the best day of my life.
Our relationship was perfect and made me realize how different our relationship was from what I had had in the past, Carmilla was always kind and loving to me, she gave me black roses (my favorite flowers) because she wanted to and not as as a sign of apology for hitting me, she never had outbursts of anger because I went out with my friends or because I didn't answer her phone calls; and the more time passed the more my fear grew that one day all this would end, it wasn't often that I was able to express my love for her to Carmilla and I feared that if I wasn't able to show her that I would be hers forever she would get tired of me (like my ex who had finally killed me).
I began to think about the best way to show her my undying love for her and finally decided that I would give her my soul.
I had organized a romantic dinner at our house and asked Clara and Odette if they could leave us alone for the evening.
My heart begins to beat faster with anticipation when you hear the door open symbolizing Carmilla's return.
-Welcome back-
I said and Carmilla greeted me by kissing me tenderly on the lips.
-How was your day?-
-Good now that you are here with me, mi amor-
I felt my cheeks heat up at the cute nickname, oh how I loved when she spoke to me in Spanish.
-Come love, I gave you a surprise-
-Did I do something special to deserve a candlelit dinner?-
-Why can't I treat my girlfriend well? Come let's go eat-
The dinner was very pleasant and Carmilla's hand remained on top of mine the entire time.
After dinner, Carmilla and I sat on the couch so close our knees were touching.
-Carmilla, I wanted to give you a gift, since you usually give me gifts-
-Mi amor there was no need, you are enough for me-
Carmilla said and then kissed my hands.
-Of course there is a need. I wanted to give you something that could show you how much I love you and that I would do anything for you; I want to give you my soul-
I expected Carmilla to be happy, but instead the emotion I saw on her face was bewilderment.
-Mi amor, don't joke with certain things-
-I'm serious -
-Why do you want to give me your soul?-
-I want to show you that I love you and that I will love you forever and there is no better way to do it than to give yourself to you-
-Mi amor why do you think you have to prove something to me?-
-I I...-
I didn't know what to say, I wanted to show Carmilla that I loved her as she always did for me and I had believed that giving her my soul would be the best path, I wanted to avoid having doubts about our relationship, I wanted to avoid it ending up the way it ended with my ex because maybe if I had shown him how much I loved him he wouldn't have had any doubts about us maybe he wouldn't have killed me maybe...
-Mi amor please tell me what pushed you to do something like that, you know you can tell me everything.-
Carmilla looked very worried.-
When I was still alive I had a relationship, he was very possessive and wanted me to prove to him that I was his but I didn't do it and I ruined everything and in the end he killed me; I was afraid of ruining everything with you too-
-Mi amor possessiveness is not a sign of love, the person you were with before was toxic and if he had really loved you he wouldn't have killed you. I don't need you to give me your soul to love you, I just love you-
-Please forgive me, I didn't realize how toxic what I wanted to do was-
-It's not your fault mi amor, it's the fault of that bastard who made you believe that those things were normal in a relationship. Mi amor I love you more than my life, if you want I will always be by your side and I will help you overcome the wounds that your past reaction has left you.-
#hazbin hotel#carmilla carmine#carmilla carmine x fem reader#carmilla carmine x reader#hazbin hotel carmilla carmine
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DAMN FINALLY REQUEST ARE OPEN!! Can I get the Astral Express crew with an extremely fatigue reader? I'm also really fatigue and I even struggle with going from point A to point B even if its like from my room to the kitchen.
Omg yes!!! So happy to do some Star Rail for a change!! Also help why do I relate- Like I'm trying to do silly little PJSK dances so my condition won't be this bad but omg it's still not great... But here it is! Hope you like it vodka <3
Also sorry for Himeko and Welt being a bit shorter-
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ March, Dan Heng, Himeko, Welt with fatigue!reader
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff but can be read as platonic too!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @miya-akane (not tagging you since you'll get notification either way)
✧ I feel like March would somehow relate to your problem... I know she had LOTS of energy in game but just listen to me!!
✧ she's not necessarily fatigue but she is a bit lazy after long adventure where walking around Express can be hard for her
✧ so she'll never make you walk and let you sit down whenever you need! If you're with others, she'll offer to wait for you even if they prefer to keep walking for whatever reason
✧ she also rambles or keeps the conversation going so you can forget about tiredness a bit and so the time passes quicker
✧ if you were getting into trouble by your condition, she definitely did protests-
✧ anyway, if you want to get your condition up, she definitely knows a lot of fun ways and will do her best to help you find something for you!
✧ when both of you are after adventure, you may as well be sitting in the same room, refusing to go out so someone has to bring you food so you won't starve yourselves-
"C'mon it's finally time to take a break from all this walking! I'm sure others can wait and we get to talk a bit more~"
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✧ Dan Heng wad actually a bit mean the first time you felt too tired to walk...
✧ he'd complain that you're slow and that you're just slacking him down but he quickly feels bad and depending on how close you are, he either offers to sit down for a bit or to carry you for a while!
✧ but don't get used to being carried as he'll do it for 5 minutes max and then he puts you back down so you can walk by yourself
✧ he's definitely getting softer as the time passes tho!
✧ he'd try to drag you out of your room as much as possible so you can get your condition up but if you're stubborn person and simply refuse to, he'll eventually give up
✧ definitely tried convincing you to get out with things like "if you won't get out you won't get dinner" but if you won't get out, he'll bring dinner to you in the end because he doesn't want you to starve...
✧ even tho you prefer to stay indoors, he won't usually stay with you as he does have to walk around as Trabilazer so there's a high chance of him not being by your side most of the time...
"C'mon hurry up already. I carried you literally 5 seconds ago, you can walk for at least 2 minutes..."
Why he so mean idk ToT he just seems like that
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✧ Himeko would actually be caring towards you!! She'd try her best to understand if you don't want to move much
✧ she stays in Express for most of the time herself so she'll most likely be around you when others are gone exploring and so
✧ has no problem bringing you food, she just wants to make sure you stay healthy!
✧ but she does try to get your condition up by encouraging you to at least take small walk around Express with her and may even offer you your favorite sweet as treat for doing good job!
✧ she honestly is the type to not care much as long as you stay happy and healthy
✧ she often stays in the Express but if you'd want to go on adventure, she'll be more than happy to go with you!
✧ she's pretty supportive during it too, maybe she won't necessarily carry you but she sits down along you whenever you feel like taking a little break
"Hey, since others are gone walking around Jarilo VI, how about we take a small walk?"
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✧ Welt would most likely scold you for not taking care of yourself and explain how it's important for you to move at least once a day and so
✧ he'll still bring you food tho! Just be prepared for small scolding every time he enters...
✧ definitely tried getting you out of your room and even on expeditions by suggesting going to your favorite cafe on the way or so
✧ if he does manage to get you out for adventure, his scolding actually stops and he's pretty supportive!
✧ he'll let you rest whenever you need and even often drop some "I'm proud of you"s since he sees you're trying your best
✧ trust me when I say he'd love to carry you to help you out but I feel like he has a back of old men so he can't-
✧ instead he'll sit down with you whenever you need and maybe bring you some water or so to calm down
"You're doing a good job, don't give it up, alright? It's alright to take a break so ask for it whenever you need."
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#star rail#x reader#star rail x reader#march 7th#dan heng#himeko#welt yang#star rail march 7th#star rail dan heng#star rail himeko#star rail welt#march 7th x reader#dan heng x reader#himeko x reader#welt x reader#star rail march 7th x reader#star rail dan heng x reader#star rail himeko x reader#star rail welt x reader#fluff#star rail fluff#platonic#star rail platonic#headcanons#star rail headcanons
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A bunch of incorrect quotes just cuz I'm bored and these are funny. I might have went over board and no I'm not sorry.
Jon: I am an expert at identifying birds.
Gerry: Okay, what about those ones flying over there?
Jon: Yeah, they're all birds.
Gerry: What’s up with you?
Jon: What do you mean?
Gerry: You’ve been nice and helpful and considerate all day. What’s your game?
Gerry: *makes Mike a cup of tea but puts salt in it*
Mike: *sips tea*
Gerry:
Mike: *finishes tea*
Gerry: Didn't it taste bad?
Mike: Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.
Gerry, tearing up: Oh, okay.
Tim, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day?
Gerry: …
Gerry: What’s in the box?
Tim: What woul-
Gerry: Tim, what’s in the box?
Tim: I think you know.
Jon: What did you two do?
Mike:
Tim:
Jon: You’re not in trouble, I just need to know if I have to lie to the police again or not.
Gerry: Why would I flip my shit about that?
Tim: Because you flip your shit about everything.
Gerry: Well, will you look at this. Here is my shit, and yet it remains unflipped. Just sitting there on the skillet, getting burned on one side. It’s a miracle.
Jon: Mike, we're hungry!
Gerry: Mike! What's for dinner?
Tim: We're hungry, Mike!
Mike, frying a bottle of ketchup over the stove: *screams*
Tim, tearing up the room: Where are they?
Tim, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?
Tim: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.
Jon: If you water water, it grows.
Mike: ...What.
Tim: They've got a point.
Jon: What are you two arguing about this time?
Mike: They’re always using common phrases incorrectly!
Gerry: Cry me a table, Mike.
Jon: *Locks Mike in the car.* Act like a child, get treated like a child.
Mike: What? Isn't it illegal to leave a child locked in a car?
Jon: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.
Mike, used to Jon being dumb: Sure...
Jon: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.
Mike: Okay?
Jon: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.
Mike:
Jon: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-
Mike: Jesus, that one is a little-
Gerry, interested: No, no, Jon, keep going.
Tim: Gerry? What are you doing here?
Gerry, wearing a hawaiian shirt, sunglasses and holding a gatorade: My best.
Jon, texting Tim: I’m a theif.
Tim: Thief.
Jon: Theif.
Tim: I before E except after C.
Jon: Thceif.
Tim: NO.
Mike, slamming pots and pans together to the rhythm of "Give it to me, I'm worth it": I didn't get no sleep cause a' y'all! Y'all never gonna sleep cause a' me!
Jon: Sometimes I get so caught up on being gay that I forget I’m actually bi.
*at a zoo*
Daisy: What are they in for?
Not Sasha: Daisy, this isn't prison.
Daisy: So they can leave?
Not Sasha: No, but-
Daisy, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.
Daisy: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn't what I meant.
Kevin, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I'm TOO friendly? There's no pleasing you.
Not Sasha, who broke into their house an hour ago: Two sugars please.
Kevin: Coming right up.
Daisy: As you know I keep a list of all my friends in order of how likely they are to betray me.
Mike: Where am I on the list?
Daisy: Well I can’t tell you that because then you’ll quickly move up or down depending on your reaction.
Daisy: When I first met you, I thought you were weird and annoying.
Not Sasha: And?
Daisy: And you are.
Kevin: A banker? Me?
Melanie: Yes, Kevin.
Kevin: But I don’t know anything about running a bank!
Melanie: Good. No preconceived ideas.
Kevin: I’ve robbed banks!
Melanie: Capital! Just reverse your thinking. The money should be on the inside.
Tim: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.
Mike, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.
Gerry: Awww, why don't you like cats, Daisy? They're just snuggly buddies! They have toe beans! They make a little blep! What's not to love??
Daisy: I don't know Gerry, I just prefer to be conscious instead of dead on the floor.
Gerry:
Daisy: I'm ALLERGIC.
Tim: Made you all playlists!
Tim: Gerry, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul.
Tim: Kevin, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.
Tim: And Melanie has the ABBA Gold album.
Not Sasha, excitedly: Heeyy!!
Daisy: Hey, someone's excited.
Melanie, deadpan: Yeah, and it's making me sick.
Daisy: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Martin and Jon's convo?
Gerry: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.
Tim: I'm in the washing machine.
Mike: I'm in the closet.
Gerry: We accept you Mike. <3
Mike: No I'm literally in the closet.
Gerry: Love is love. <3
Kevin: Who hurt you?
Not Sasha: *snorting* What, do you want a list?
Kevin: ...Yes, actually.
Melanie: This can’t get any worse. Can it?
Tim: Sure it can - just give me a minute.
Helen: Hey, Sasha, where are you going?
Sasha: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell.
Sasha: But right now I’m going to McDonald’s.
Gerry: Mike said its my turn with the brain cell.
Sasha: Square up.
Kevin: Sometimes I like to place my hands on someone’s cheeks, look into their eyes...
Kevin: ...And violently jerk their head until it snaps.
Basira: ...That took an unexpected turn.
Melanie: So did their neck.
Sasha: If I say yes am I joining a cult?
Jon: Possibly.
Sasha: I’m in.
Martin: I think this might be a bad idea...
Tim: Don't start thinking on me now!
Melanie: Basira, I know you love Helen. I mean, we all do, they’re a very nice person and I respect them immensely.
Melanie: But I think they might be a fucking idiot.
Basira: *cooking*
Melanie: *kicks down door*
Melanie: *grabs knife from Basira's hand*
Melanie: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR?
Basira:
Basira: What.
Martin: They're trying to tell you they want to cook.
Sasha: Kevin and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us.
Michael: What did you do?
Sasha: They chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and-
Kevin: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?
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nsfw alphabet with…
cw. mdni.
a - aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
like any man after sex, he’s going to become incredibly tired and is bound to fall asleep a few minutes after you two are done. he needs it, especially after the hell he goes through whenever he goes on his archeological adventures. but in the small window of time before he goes to bed, he spends that time pampering you with love. he’ll shower your neck, shoulders, and chest in kisses while he has his strong arms wrapped around your body.
b - body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
it’s no secret that indy is a bit of a womanizer and in his years of experience, he has grown incredibly confident in his own skin. with that being said, i think to say that his favorite attribute of his has to be either his hair or…y’know…the schlong.
yours though? i think it’s safe to say that he’s a sucker for your beautiful eyes and thighs…hey, that rhymed!
c - cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
indiana would 100% respect your boundaries. you don’t want him to cum inside? that’s perfectly fine— is your chest a suitable substitute?
d - dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
n/a. sorry! i can’t really think of anything for him. i feel like he’d be an open book to you when it comes to all things sexual and wouldn’t want to hide anything from you.
e - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
of course! indiana has lots of experience, so there is no need to worry when he’s taking care of you.
f - favorite position (this goes without saying)
missionary or doggy. i will not elaborate further.
g - goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
if he hasn’t been able to see or touch you in weeks or months because he’s out somewhere in the world on another one his adventures, by the time he gets back home he is not a force to be reckoned with. he would be deadly serious and a touch from you would calm him down in a heartbeat. of course, he has a goofy side to him. he is not afraid to be a bit corny.
h - hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
realistically, i think he’d try to keep it trimmed. he has a well amount of body hair, but nothing too overwhelming. if you don’t believe me, just look at his beautiful chest hair. awooga!
i - intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
it truly depends on his mood. indiana could praise and cherish you as if you were some sort of ancient deity one night and treat you the complete opposite the next.
j - jack off (masturbation headcanon)
yes, he does jerk off, not a lot, just when you’re not around to help. he mainly does it on his expeditions since you’re safe at home and he can rest easy knowing that you’re not about to get yourself hurt trying to retrieve whatever artifact he’s searching for. but the truth is that his hand pales in comparison to you…
k - kink (one or more of their kinks)
something tells me he has a ‘daddy’ kink. he’s fond of any name that gives him a sense of power and he also loves being called other things whether that is ‘sir’, ‘doctor’, or even ‘professor’.
l - location (favorite places to do the do)
strictly the bedroom, but if you’re nice and persuade him long enough, then maybe he’ll have some fun with you in his office.
m - motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
nothing folds his man quicker than seeing you in a skirt or even a nice dress. though…he will admit that he just loves seeing you get all coy and shy around him. you not to mention the noises you make when he fucks you get him even more hard than he already is, especially little high pitched squeaks you struggle to hold in but they escape past your lips nonetheless.
n - no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
no blindfolds, handcuffs, fearplay, or anything like that. indiana has been captured times countless times and evaded many foes. going into the things listed before would throw this man for a major loop.
o - oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
indiana finds oral a little weird at first, but you were able to change his mind real quick. he usually prefers to receive but always makes sure you’re satisfied, whether you cum on his tongue, his fingers, or his cock. but he’ll have you have free range when you’re going down on him, but when it’s his turn? he’ll make sure to be gentle with you…unless you prefer him to be a bit rough with you. he is at your very command.
p - praise (are they complementary toward their partner?)
oh, absolutely! you already know this man is going to call you every pet name in the book when you two are making love. honey, sweetheart, you name it.
q - quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
i am a firm believer that indiana would take his time with you. so, no funny business! while he doesn’t necessarily support the idea, he definitely won’t reject the idea if you were to offer.
r - risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
no. nope. absolutely not. he’s a professor, for goodness sake! he has a reputation to uphold. of course, if you were abroad on a vacation, trip, or adventure…then that’s another story entirely.
s - stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
in a row? indiana usually go one or two before he passes out, but he makes it for in stamina. he’ll probably fuck you until the break of dawn if you were to give him the proper chance.
t - toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
n/a. i am not knowledgeable in sex toys from this time, so i don’t think i can really answer this part. sorry!
u - unfair (do they like to tease their partner?)
hohoho, you’re in a wild ride. indiana can be a huge tease when he wants to be, he enjoys how dependent you are on him for pleasure and sometimes he’ll leave you on the edge just to hear you whine and beg for him. he’s a master at knowing when you’re just about to finish and he’ll pull back while you shake, so close it hurts.
v - volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
i don’t think he’s all that loud. in fact, i think mainly narrows down to grunts and lots of praises (bonus points if his voice cracks or is raspy in the moment).
w - wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
n/a. i got nothing…
x - x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture, or words)
in terms of length, i would say that indiana is slightly above average.
y - yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
about average, but with all those expeditions away from you? it might as well have increased his sex drive because he can’t stop thinking about you. he needs to focus! those artifacts aren’t going to find themselves, after all.
z - zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
as i said before, it doesn’t take long…i’ll give it abouuuut…5 minutes tops.
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hi!!!!! could you write about ?
Aemond Targaryen roma yadnere
Helaena Targaryen rom yandere
Daemon rom yandere
preferably separated
i woul olove you if you maake them <3333333333
Not sure what you wanted so I did a small set of HC’s! Hope this is okay and I will do more if anyone wants more, give me pacific scenarios if you want! 💗
Notes: Also I have some of them already posted if you’d like to take a look if you haven’t already. Here is my masterlist. Also when you say “rom/Roma I assume you mean romantic.
Warnings: Yandere tendencys. I’ve made worse yandere things, so this is on the soft side. Some suggestive themes but it’s not even to a high level. 
Helaena targaryen:
I think she would have a nickname for you and I think it would be a dove. A dove is a beautiful free creature that she thinks represent happiness and that’s what you are to her.
Helaena as I have stated before my opinion is she could be one of the most scary Yanderes. The watcher and quite type, like she doesn’t show tendency so you’ll never expect her to be. But if you look closely you can see her obsession.
She is constantly holding your arm and if you want to break feel she pulls you back in a distracts you. Like point out a bug or anything in the room so you wouldn’t notice her grip on you.
Helaena has killed so many people in court, each of the dying from a creature in their bed. It was so bad that everyone was been told to check their bed at night. So any man or woman that looked at you funny was dead, and if they talked to you…One of the worse infections for them.
But she can be sweet. Like she wants you to be happy and she will put it above anything. So she is constantly gifting you jewelry to match hers and new dresses.
She likes to kiss you softly every chance she gets. She’s the type to kiss slowly down your arm or your neck in a loving way. She also likes to bring your hand up to her mouth and kiss it.
Over all I think helaena is one of my favorite yanderes.
Daemon Targaryen
Daemon is chaotic. He will do anything to make you happy and almost begs for it. You know what he is capable of…But at the same time you don’t.
Like he will kill anyone who dares to say anything about you but he’s like a cannon and just bursts randomly. Like for instance one day you’re both enjoying food and the next second he chopped a guys head off.
Daemon kills a lot on your behalf and doesn’t even care if anyone sees or not.
Daemon for some reason wants to please and control. For instance he picks out everything you wear each morning and I mean everything. But he makes sure you have the finished materials and look amazing.
Will make you depend on him. He will make you feel so weak and small but in a mind game to make you see that you’re only safe with him. Little baby can’t do anything without him.
But all you have to do is give him puppy eyes and he’ll do anything. He will ride at night just to get you something across the world or maybe you just want a cookie? Doesn’t matter because you’ll get it.
Daemon likes to lay his forehead on you while hugging you from behind. I have noticed that every time he gives affection it’s by laying his forehead one someone. My man is really clinging and has to be touching you at all times but that’s also because he need to know your here and safe.
He follows you around ever where you go and if he has to leave then you have a whole pack of guards follow you around.
Aemond Targaryen:
Mans obsessed. Like I’m sorry but there isn’t thing you can do about it, he is constantly all up in your business.
You don’t get any alone time at all. He follows you around the castle as your guard. You can’t take a bath without him being in the room, sometimes he doesn’t let your maids come in because he doesn’t trust them. And if you need some help with washing he is happy to help and will treat you softly.
Aemond always felt like he didn’t deserve love or if he would ever find it until he saw you. So he was never go to let that love go away.
You are his everything. He always has you on his mind and he has to force himself to train but the whole time he’s thinking of how he can protect you.
Aemond is like daemon a lot because he will hurt anyone who says anything about you, though he just hurts them really bad at first. Unless someone hurts you or makes you cry because then their life will become a living hell. Sometime he will just kill them and not bother to do anything then goes to be with you.
He’s the type to be like this in a situation: You’ll say you need alone time and he just sits in the corner and reads and doesn’t leave.
“Aemond I said I wanted to be alone.”
“We are alone. I’ll be over here dear.” And just goes back to reading. He’s like that every time.
You know the gem he has in his eye? What if I told you he would change it to your favorite color.
Aemond is the type to lock you in your room if you disobey him but you’re not hurt and you get feed and everything but you can’t leave the room.
Aemond said he wanted Luke’s eyes as a gift? Yeah, he’s doing that to any guy that looks at you. Like he will show up and your door with a head or fingers. And don’t think he wouldn’t do this to a woman that looks like she has interest, she’s dead too.
Moving on he loves it when you sit on his lap and relax, like if you read and just do your thing but he likes having you so close. I see him as a neck or jaw kisser, soft or rough.
Will make marks on your skin to let everyone see.
#yandere house of the dragon#house of the dragon x reader#yandere house of the dragon x reader#house of the dragon#yandere daemon targaryen#yandere daemon targaryen x reader#yandere aemond targaryen#yandere helaena targaryen x reader#yandere helaena targaryen#yandere aemond targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen x reader#daemon targaryen x reader#helaena targaryen x reader
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𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦
pov. he confesses his feelings to you feat. dazai, kunikida, ranpo + odasaku
warnings. blood, imminent death (chuuya)
note. i'm sorry for making chuuya suffer, but i love torturing my favs 🧎🏻♀️
𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨
Just underneath a little hill, Yokohama's summer festival slowly comes to an end. People shuffle through the alleyways, stalls sell their remaining treats all while the moon hangs high in the sky with all its stars and galaxies.
A chilly breeze makes you shudder, but it's nothing compared to Dazai's warmth seeping into your veins and sheltering you from the summer wind. It's comfortable to lean against his yukata-clad form, a tranquil smile on his handsome face and cicadas humming in the background. If this moment wasn't transient, you'd like to live in this little bubble forever.
"You know," Dazai breaks the silence with a voice smooth as silk. Hazel eyes gaze up at the moon before they settle upon your face. Skin dipped in orange hues, eyes soft like feathers and a smile upon your lips which is reserved for him only. "The moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn't it?"
A few agonizing months have passed in which Dazai's heart has been oddly attached to you. Your presence in the office which he eagerly awaits, the little lunch dates that you vehemently vow are not dates but rather a fun outing, your smile which crinkles the corner of your eyes. Oh, how long it has taken him to accept that he is in love with you.
You hum in response, stand on your tippy toes and press a chaste kiss to Dazai's cheek. "It certainly does."
𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗜𝗗𝗔 𝗗𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗢
"[Name]. Every time I see you, my heart suddenly skips a beat and.."
It's embarrassing, really. To practice his big confession in front of the mirror in the Agency's bathroom, seeking the right phrases to accurately describe his feelings towards you, but not one syllable is able to catch your vibrancy.
Kunikida exhales in frustration. If you checked off all the ideals he had written down years ago, this would've been easier, Kunikida thinks. As an idealist, he has an ideal image of his partner and, of course, desires an ideal confession, but he just has to fall in love with someone who defies his ideals.
"Damnit," he curses and stares into the sink. "How am I supposed to declare my love for someone like [Name]?"
"Oh, you love me?"
Scarlet hues dust Kunikida's cheeks and the tips of his ears, a cold shiver rolls down his spine. Oh no. No, no, no. He, who is always so careful, forgot to lock the bathroom's door? And worst of all..
You have heard his entire meltdown.
May the ground swallow him whole this instant.
"You misunderstand! Iㅡ"
Cutting him off, laughter spills from your lips and you wipe a singular tear from your eye. "Kunikida, nothing in this world is perfect. Neither your beloved schedule nor you or me. We are all flawed, but that's what makes your confession so beautiful."
As a grin splits your lips and your toes support your weight, you press a delicate kiss to his firestruck cheek. "I'm in love with you, too. And I hope you'll take me out to dinner tonight. Sounds good, doesn't it, Kunikida?"
Still struck by lightning, the idealist is frozen in place by your surprise visit, by his carelessness, by your bold advances. Each event is only slowly processed, but once the situation ceases to exist like a dandelion in the wind does Kunikida break his stillness.
"I've got..a date..?"
𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗣𝗢 𝗘𝗗𝗢𝗚𝗔𝗪𝗔
Everything Ranpo loves is either sugary sweet or murderously mysterious and luckily for you, the detective is a firm believer of you being as enticing as the pocky stick between his lips.
"Hey [Name], do you want some?," Ranpo asks, crumbs of pocky sticking to the corner of his mouth.
A giggle bubbles in the back of your throat. Sitting in front of Ranpo's desk, you take a pocky stick from the package he wiggles in his hands. "To think that I'd live long enough to witness you sharing your candy. It borders on a miracle," you joke.
Usually, Ranpo would hide his snacks in the drawers of his desk and lock them up, carrying the key in his pocket so that none of his greedy colleagues would lay a hand on his treasured treats. For exceptionally special sweets, he even has a safe. Unfortunately, Ranpo can't lock you up like this.
Not that he would, but if you happened to be a raspberry-flavored lollipop, he'd keep you safe in that little box.
"You're lucky I love you or else I wouldn't be sharing with you!"
"Wait..you..love me..?"
Oh.
Ranpo blinks owlishly.
For a detective of his caliber, he sure sucks at keeping his own little secrets.
𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔
When Chuuya confesses his feelings, he fears you're about to slip through his fingers like many other subordinates have before you. Delicate hands clutch the wound on your stomach, pained groans leave your battered lips and your head slips in and out of consciousness. Whether it is due to blood loss or the pain, you do not know.
The only thing you know for sure is that Chuuya is carrying you, hurrying through shady alleyways to get you back to the Boss so that he could stitch you back together with the hands of a doctor.
"Chuuya," you moan, pained, "I'm not going to make it. There's..no need to run like this.."
Curses spill from his mouth like water from an overflowing sink. Sweat trickles down his temple, gloved fingers grasp you tighter, pull you closer to his body. Why are you so cold? Or is this merely his mind playing tricks on him? No, don't think, just run. Run, run, run.
"You must be stupid to think that I'd let the one I love die!"
Your lips curve into a smile and you rest your head on Chuuya's chest, just underneath his collarbone. His heart is pounding against his sternum. Blood hums in his veins. "I guess..," you start, "It'd be nice to experience being loved by..," a cough interrupts you, blood stains your mouth, "..by someone like you."
Chuuya wants to cry. Why do the ones he love always leave him behind in the most cruel ways?
𝗢𝗗𝗔 𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗘
A cigarette hangs from Odasaku's lips. He, by no means, likes the taste of nicotine nor does he like the thought of his lungs covered in onyx toxins, but old habits die hard. The guys at the mafia are to blame for his occasional cigarette, or so Odasaku likes to think whenever he lights the stick.
You're rambling about your day with a lollipop stuck between your teeth, walking alongside Odasaku who had turned off the busy shuffling of people among the streets, the sound of your voice and the endless chatter. He is in no way bored. Rather, he is mesmerized by the beauty you carry and that he has failed to notice until today.
No, you have always been beautiful, Odasaku corrects himself. When little Sakura braids your hair and puts funny pins in your locks, when you tie it into a messy bun after a rough shift, when you wake up with eyes as small as a peanut, because the light feels, and he quotes, "like acid in your eyes".
Warmth, ease, comfort. Once these three words are weaved together by fate itself, they tangle two people together until one of them realizes that it is love they're experiencing. Love for a pet, a dear friend or a significant other doesn't matter, because love is love. No form of love is inferior to the other.
Ah, so that's what it is.
He's been in love with you all along.
"Why are you staring? It's making me nervous." Endless rambles come to an end and your hand finds home in the nape of your neck. A sheepish smile graces your features.
Smoke leaves through the crack of Odasaku's lips before the cigarette itself is tossed into a trash can. He no longer needs it. "Nothing. I just..," he trails off, a pause follows and then an exhale. "I'm in love with you."
"Huh?" You trip over your shoelaces, almost choke on your lollipop and stare at Odasaku as if he has just said the L-Word. "Excuse me? I don't think I heard you?"
A man like Odasaku in love with you? Surely, the gods from above are having fun tweaking your hearing and tricking your heart into a game of Russian Roulette in which you can either emerge victorious or with a broken heart and waterfall eyes. Ridiculous, you swear. Absolutely unbelievable, you vow.
"I said I love you," Odasaku says louder this time and stops in his tracks. He regards you with eyes that are as blue as the ocean and reflect nothing but the sun, the truth, like azure mirrors.
Heat floods your face and for a moment, you squeeze your eyes shut. Jeez, he is always so painfully blunt, but it's exactly that trait which makes Odasaku so honest. Every man on earth likes to sugarcoat his sins, his lies, his truths, but Odasaku never hides anything. Even the corpses in his basement can't be hidden.
You smile. "I'd like to kiss you right now, but I don't think that strawberries and cigarettes go well together."
"I think they make quite the taste once together. You should give it a try."
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Oooh some drama about some ex’s or maybe even more about the DWD drama ??
But i need prof y/n to give Harry a telling off or something!
The Professor Series
"Who do you think you are?"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me," you said, not backing down. "Who do you think you are? You can't just talk to people like that. It's rude and disrespectful."
All night you'd heard this woman—Harry's ex apparently—claim how different and nerdy and "uncool" she was, how she was more down to earth than other celebrities. In your humble opinion, if you had to consistently remind someone of a personality trait you thought you had, then you probably didn't have it.
But that wasn't why you called this woman out. She'd annoyed you to no end, but you weren't really the confrontational type, so you kept your thoughts to yourself and quietly picked at your plate at this fancy dinner Harry wanted you to join him at. But when a server came by and accidentally bumped into her, she snapped at her, then openly laughed and mocked her, within earshot of the server.
You thought someone would say something, you thought someone would stand up for the person who had been nothing but kind and accommodating all night, yet no one did. Not even Harry, who was so caught up in a conversation with the person on his other side that he didn't even notice the incident. So you pushed your nerves aside and stepped up. You didn't care about who these people were or what their cultural relevance was. No one deserved to be treated that way.
The young woman tilted her head, considering you. Her glossy brown hair shifted around her shoulders. "I'm sorry, and you are?"
Smiling to yourself, you said, "And now you're trying to do the same to me and distracting people from my criticism of your character. Why can't you just own up to the fact that you have no sense of politeness or etiquette?"
Now the dinner table you were at was completely silent, as was the rest of the restaurant. You didn't really know who this woman was, as she never introduced herself to you, but she must've been someone important because people at the other dinner tables were openly staring.
Though just because you didn't know who she was, that didn't mean you couldn't draw conclusions about her. She was born into money, her behavior alone screamed entitlement, and that she was used to a specific lifestyle. She needed people to believe in the narrative that she was down to earth and "normal," despite her clear lack of touch with reality. And she was still into your boyfriend. She probably thought her flirty glances went unnoticed by everyone at the table, but you didn't miss a single one.
"Darling, maybe you—"
You cut a glare at Harry, and he immediately backed down. He'd never seen you angry before, and now that he had, he knew it was serious.
"I don't know who you are, or how you contribute to society, but quite frankly, I don't care," you said, standing up from the table. "I've seen enough, and I'm not interested in seeing more."
You didn't wait for Harry, you were a little pissed at him too, especially when you overheard him apologizing for your outburst.
"What a bitch," you heard the woman mutter, which made you turn back and tell her what she could do with her poor vocabulary, but Harry was right behind you, his hand on your arm and ushering you out of the restaurant.
“Keep walking,” he mumbled under his breath, having noticed that people at the other tables had their phones out, recording the whole thing.
His words only infuriated you even more, but you followed anyway, not wanting to waste another minute on that rich, entitled woman.
You and Harry waited for the valet to bring up his car in silence. Once you were out of the restaurant, you shrugged out of his grip and stood a few feet away from him, your anger making it impossible to look at him at the moment.
You hated feeling like this, even more so because no one seemed to take your side. Even if you didn’t come from less than humble beginnings, you would never be so full of yourself to treat people like gum on your shoe. Celebrity culture was toxic, which was why you didn’t take part in it much, Harry being the exception. No one had any right to believing that their monetary status made them better than others.
It was nights like these that made you think Karl Marx had some very good points.
The car finally came around, and Harry went to go tip the valet. You stayed put, not ready to be in a confined space with him.
“Darling?”
He sounded confused, like he couldn't understand why you wouldn't get in the car with him. Did he not realize you were upset with him too?
“I’m walking home,” you blurted, then did exactly that.
Harry protested, but you ignored him, needing space to align your thoughts. That was something you hated about being angry, your thoughts jumbled up like alphabet soup in your brain.
You had maybe a minute of peace before you heard the low hum if Harry’s car pull up next to you. The sight of it made your dinner curdle in your stomach, a reminder that while he didn’t act like his ex, he was very much a part of that life.
Harry dated that woman. He must've known what she was like, how she treated those who she considered beneath her. How could he be with someone like that?
“Love, please get in the car,” Harry said after rolling the passenger window down.
“I said I was going to walk.“
“Y/n, the house is ten miles away.”
“Then I’ll call a Lyft.”
“You’re really that angry with—”
“Yes! I’m that angry with you,” you said, coming to a stop. “Because instead of sticking up for me, instead of being on my side, you apologized for me, like I was in the wrong.”
An angry tear rolled down your cheek, and you hastily brushed it away. Harry saw it, though, you could see his frown in the harsh glow of the street lamp.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I didn’t even notice what was happening until—”
“Until I said something. Do you realize how terrible that is? You—You people are so absorbed in your own lives that you don’t even notice people who you don't seem worthy of your time and space!”
Harry was a good person, you knew that. And he wasn’t at all like his ex. But something about tonight struck a chord with you, made warning bells flash in your head, and you hated that. Because at the end of the day, he didn’t notice how the server was being treated. Why would he? It was of no consequence to him.
Your words affected him, you could see the pain written across his face. No one liked being called out on their flaws, but you loved Harry enough to make him see and understand rather than just give up altogether.
All Harry could think was, am I really that shallow?
“Do you really think I’m like that?” he asked, bracing himself for your blunt response. But he wouldn't have asked if he didn't want to hear what you had to say.
“I think you're a kind and caring person, H,” you said, coming closer to the car. “But I think like any person who becomes famous, you've become accustomed to a certain way of living. You're down to earth, but only as much as you can be.”
Harry didn't say anything for a while, letting your words sink in. You were very observant, and typically correct when it came to analyzing people, a perk of your profession. So to hear that you did think he was shallow to an extent hurt.
“Thank you for being honest,” he finally managed to say.
“You’re welcome,” you said. You needed to say it, and he needed to hear it, but seeing Harry’s head bent with shame wasn't enjoyable for you. This wasn't an argument won by any means. So, stepping closer to the car, you said gently, “But that doesn't mean I think you're a bad person, or that I think you can't change.”
Harry raised his head. He still looked dejected, but there was hope there too. Part of him had worried that this was the end, and that would've thoroughly destroyed him.
“I’m sorry. About all of it.”
Your anger having fizzled out, you opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat, hugging Harry close to your chest when you finally settled.
“I know,” you told him. “And that’s why you’re already better than those people back there. You can acknowledge when you've made mistakes.”
The next few weeks were hectic. Something called a deuxmois recalled the dinner on social media, and everyone was taking sides. Your life didn't change much, as you hardly went on applications that talked about celebrity gossip, but the buzz was becoming hard to ignore, especially when Harry’s manager kept saying things like “PR nightmare” and “damage control.”
And then Harry's ex was on some daytime talk show giving her side of the story. According to her, everything was blown way out of proportion, there was no argument, and people just liked to make up stories about her and her family.
Hearing that upset you, but not much. You knew the truth, Harry knew the truth, and that was all that mattered to you. And you told Harry just that.
Harry was glad that you weren't phased, or that you weren't one for social media interaction. He'd seen some of the things people said after hearing his ex’s side of the story, and they weren't kind. His policy about drama was to keep his mouth shut because no one really needed to know the ins and outs of his everyday life, but the urge to defend you was nearly impossible to ignore.
It didn't have to come to that, though, because a couple days later, the server who waited your table that night released a video explaining the whole thing. How rude Harry’s ex has been to her, how you had tried to stick up for her, how his ex wasn't the least bit remorseful about her behavior.
“I don't know why we're always so quick to believe celebrities. It was so clear to me in that interview that she was trying to save face, but I'm not going to let her drag someone so kind as Y/n through the mud.”
Those few weeks were madness, and a real taste of what Harry dealt with regularly. You could sense his frustration about everything that was transpiring online, but you reassured him you were fine.
“Still love me?“ he asked one night. You were in bed reading together. The Emperor was dozing at the end of your bed and Faye Winter was curled into the crook of Harry's neck. She quite liked Harry, and was always slipping between his ankles and meowing until he picked her up.
You and Harry had been pretty good about keeping your relationship private, even though it was common knowledge. He just didn’t want this, and everything that had transpired at that restaurant, to be the reason you left. It couldn't be. He was too in love with you, too in love with the life you shared with him to even fathom you breaking up, but it almost always felt like a possibility in the back of his mind.
Over the years, Harry had found it difficult to find people willing to put up with everything that came with being his partner. So many break ups had been the result of a constant barrage of vitriol on the Internet, and while he understood why, he’d started to think that he would always be lonely. Before you, he felt that breakups were inevitable, and for a moment that night, he could see it, the end nearing, and he would only have himself to blame.
Looking over at Harry, your fingers lightly traced the planes of his face. “Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.”
He smiled, recognizing the line from Hamlet. You'd read it together last week. “Can I have another?”
“You are the friend to whom my soul is attached as to its better half. You are dearer to me than language has the power of telling,” you said, the book you were reading all but forgotten as you slid your leg between his, your hand spreading across his torso.
“Another?” Harry said again, warmth spreading to his cheeks and chest as you began to kiss him all over. There were times where he feared that loving him wouldn't be enough to make you stay with him, but you always did.
“I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.”
That one made Harry shudder as you kissed the words into his skin. His neck, his jaw, his collar bones. Each spot your lips grazed blazed and left him breathless.
“If I know what love is, it is because of you,“ you whispered, looking him in the eye.
That night, you loved on Harry like you never had before. He was always the one in charge of things, but you wanted this, needed it. He wasn't perfect, and neither were you, but with him you felt perfect, and you wanted him to feel perfect too. But you were so bad with words sometimes that you needed the help of all books stored in your memory to express how you felt.
“I have for the first time found what I can truly love—I have found you. You are my sympathy—my better self—my good angel.”
You continued to whisper words of love until he fell asleep, your fingers combing through the sweaty strands of his hair, every word you spoke truer than the last.
Harry was...a complex individual. He was a little self-absorbed the way that famous people tended to be, but he was more than that. He was generous, and kind to his fans; he was patient with you and listened to every word you said like he couldn't wait to hear what you would say next; he was charming and beautiful and gentle; he had the biggest capacity to love, and a willingness to listen when he was in the wrong.
Harry was human, plain and simple. So while he messed up from time to time, you knew that loving him would always be the most unexpected stroke of luck. You weren't going to let that go, not for someone as inconsequential as a rich, bitter ex.
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Everything I do is for you and I really do adore you
Dad!Keegan x daughter!reader
‘I wonder if he even likes me’you thought as you and your dad ate dinner in silence
“What’s on your mind yn”keegan said bringing you out your thoughts
“Nothing”you said and stood up going to your room before putting your dishes in the sink
‘He treats all my cousins even the neighbors kids kind when I’m his actual kid his…only kid’ you thought laying on your bed and staring at the picture you have of him and you on your desk
“Yn what’s wrong”your dad said walking in your dark room
“Nothing dad”you lied turning around as he sat on your bed and placed his hand on your back
“you can always talk to me”he said and you rolled your eyes hardly
“Why don’t you like me”you asked lowly and his breath hitched slightly
“Babygirl… when did I ever say that”he asked worriedly
“You don’t have to say it it’s clear you dont”you said turning to look at him sadly
“If I didn’t like I would’ve left you in the cold if I didn’t like you I woul-“you cut him off before he got to heated
“That’s the thing I always try to talk about it to you but then you get so angry”you said and he looked down sadly
“I’m sorry”he said lowly and you just nodded sitting up
“I’m so sorry I make you feel this way…I promise you I’ll change”he said pulling you into his lap and holding you gently
“Dad”you said quietly as he rocked you and kissed your forehead a few times
“I truly do love you darling more than anyone and anything”he said and you smiled slightly
“I love you to dad”you said leaning into his comforting hold
#x reader#cod x reader#cod imagine#cod keegan#codx you#codx daughter!reader#dad!keegan#keegan russ x you#keegan x reader#codxreader#cod ghosts#keeganisbaby#keegan cod
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Adventures in Incorrect Quote generation!
Starring: My friendly neighborhood!
(Some dirty jokes are ahead!)
Tax: Are you tall enough to play basketball though?
Noir: Are you calling me short?
Tax: I'm calling you vertically challenged.
🤣
Ricky: Hey.
Noir: *pissed off* You… complete …ASS, Ricky! You show up here after WEEKS, and you say “hey”?!
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Noir: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-
Dennis: I wrote you a poem.
Noir, already crying: You did?
🤣
Gordon: No more making fun of me when I misuse dated cultural references, alright? Are we cowabunga on this?
Norman, sighing: Fine. We're cowabunga.
🤣
Gordon: I do two things and two things only. I devastate sorry motherfuckers, and get shit done as an awesome leader.
🤣
Norman: I'm having problems with a guy...
Dennis: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?
🤣
George: *Locks Junebug in the car.* Act like a child, get treated like a child.
Junebug: What? Isn't it illegal to leave a child locked in a car?
🤣
Lenard, learning to drive: What happens if I press the gas and the brake at the same time?
George: The car takes a screenshot.
Gordon: Please pull over. I’m driving now.
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Noir: sapnu puaS.
Norman: What??
Dennis: What language is that.
Noir: Turn your phone 180 degrees.
*Noir was removed from the groupchat*
🤣
George: I like your new pants!
Norman: Thanks, they were 50 off!
George: I’d like them better if they were 100 off. *winks*
Norman: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.
George: Thats’s… not what I meant.
Norman: That’s a terrible way to run a business, George.
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Norman: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration*
Dennis: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?
Norman: I—
Norman: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.
🤣
Lilianna, with a headache: Advil me up, daddy.
Gordon: I will short out the language centre of your brain if you say anything like that ever again.
🤣
Tax: Fine! Judge all you want but...
Tax, points at Dennis: Married a lesbian.
Tax, points at Lilianna: Left a man at the altar.
Tax, points at George: Fell in love with a gay ice dancer.
Tax, points at Noir: Threw a girl’s wooden leg in a fire.
Tax, points at Lestat: Lives in a box!
🤣
Pillbug: Lilith taught me to think before I act.
Pillbug: ...So if I smack the shit out of you, rest assured that I thought about it and am confident in my decision.
🤣
Norman: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.
George: But they said not to touch the masterpieces.
Norman: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall.
Gordon, on the walkie talkie: This is Gordon, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.
🤣
Noir: Bro-
Tax: No, no, hold up, rewind.
Tax: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??
🤣
Lenard: You call yourself my soulmate, but where were you when my meme only had four likes?
Norman: Making four accounts.
Lenard, tearing up: Really...?
🤣
Gordon: Hey, it’s your turn to wash the dishes.
Noir: I’ll wash the walls red with your blood.
Gordon: Okay, but before that, wash the dishes. Also, use soap this time.
🤣
Norman, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day?
Gordon: …
Gordon: What’s in the box?
Norman: What woul-
Gordon: Norman, what’s in the box?
Norman: I think you know.
🤣
Dennis: My knee just cracked so loudly that I half expect it to glow in the dark tonight.
🤣
#gremlin approved meme#my friendly neighborhood ricky#my friendly neighborhood norman#my friendly neighborhood game#my friendly neighborhood#mfn junebug#norman mfn#mfn norman#mfn#mfn game#mfn gordon#mfn george
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Haunted Holidays
December 6: Snowflakes <-AO3 link!
When Caleb declared he wanted Willie to experience a real white Christmas, the boy wondered if he intended to make it snow in LA at first. He was a magician after all. But when Willie had asked, Caleb had smirked and told him no, he hadn’t quite mastered control of the elements yet.
Instead he was going to take him up to a ski chalet for the holidays owned by a few friends of his. Willie didn’t know how to ski, but Caleb assured him he could learn, even if he was sure Willie would like snowboarding more.
Only when they arrived at the chalet, there wasn’t a bit of snow in sight. Clementine looked apologetic, telling them the forecast called for flurries later today, with a few inches overnight so they could hit the slopes tomorrow.
“There is another family here, and they have a little boy your age,” Clementine assured Willie, secretly handing him a candy cane with a wink.
Willie grinned, sucking on the treat, clutching Lancelot close as Caleb escorted him to their room. Caleb told him he was free to explore as long as he stayed out from underfoot and was back before dinner. Willie agreed to those terms, grabbed his jacket, patted Lancelot as he left the plush dragon on the bed, and took off.
The chalet had a nice great room, with a roaring fire, lots of games, and books for those who didn’t want to partake in outdoor sports. Willie promised himself he’d check all that out later, but headed for the lawn.
He left his coat open and had his toque shoved into his pocket instead of on his head, but it wasn’t overly cold out and Willie doubted there would actually be snow with it being this temperate. Instead he looked for a good tree to scale or a cool looking cave to explore.
Instead he found a little blonde boy, maybe a year younger than him, in a warm looking parka and a hat with a tassel on top.
He unfortunately found him by barrelling into him and ending them both laying flat on the ground.
“Ow…” the boy groaned.
“Oh sorry!” Willie said, popping up and giving the boy a hand. “I totally didn’t see you there, my bad!”
“It’s okay,” the boy said. “My coat cushioned the fall. I’m Alex by the way.”
“Willie.” He looked toward the gray sky and hummed. “You wanna play hide and seek?”
“We don’t know these woods, what if we get lost?” Alex asked, looking worried.
“That’s half the fun!” Willie exclaimed. “But we could go exploring instead. I don’t think there’s bears or coyotes.”
“Bears?” Alex squeaked.
“Don’t worry, you can hold my hand,” Willie assured him, and tugged him towards the woods.
They spent half the afternoon merrily exploring, though they found the fence before any creatures, and those were all birds and an odd field mouse. “Not even a raccoon,” Willie grumbled.
Alex giggled at that, swinging their hands between them. “I’m kind of glad about that, they have rabies, and that wasn’t on my Christmas list.”
“Mine either, but it still would have been cool to see one,” Willie admitted as they emerged from the tree line, back to the yard of the chalet.
But then they looked, and the ground was littered with white. “It’s snowing!” they yelled simultaneously, twirling around in the flakes. Stretching their tongues out to catch the flakes, laughing when Alex claimed the ones in January were better. Kicking the dusting on the ground up, trying and failing to flick the fine powder at each other.
“William!” Caleb yelled from the door. “Zip up your coat at this moment! I can’t afford for you to get me sick before the clubs’ New Years Eve extravaganza!”
Willie grumbled, and did as he was told, sticking his tongue out at Caleb as the man mimed the hat too, but he did as he was told. Willie hated getting sick so he supposed it was cold enough to justify the extra layer.
“Is that your dad?” Alex asked.
“Yup, he’s a buzzkill,” Willie replied. “But otherwise he’s pretty cool.”
“He doesn’t look like you-does your mom?” Alex asked.
“Caleb adopted me, and he’s gay, so if I had another parent it would be a dad, but his last boyfriend was a giant butt, so he said he was fine with the two of us for right now,” Willie explained.
Alex’s eyes were as wide as saucers at this, but then his mom called him to come in and wash up, which meant Willie knew he was going to get called in himself soon. “Could we play some games together later?’ he asked. “Maybe see if this place has good hot cocoa with marshmallows?”
“I’d like that,” Alex admitted, then rushed in to give Willie a quick hug before running off. Leaving Willie beaming as the snowflakes blurred Alex’s retreat, and he raced after, uncaring about the cold and wet, but really looking forward to enjoying his first white Christmas with Alex. And little did he know it, but it would be the first of many.
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Of course all problems and inequalities are direct consequence of modernity and in the past those who are now considered undesirable were considered divine and definitely weren't treated even worse and didn't have access to anything that resembles accomodations. Let's bring those times back!
In Ancient Rome specifically there was no hospitalisation, yes, but also people who were considered mad couldn't make financial and legal operations on their own at all and couldn't be citizens, and were considered pariahs by their communities. This is not to say that you are wrong because you picked the wrong time to see as "when things were better", it's that just because what causes problems now is capitalism doesn't mean that before it people were always kind and caring, everything is much older.
(Or that removing the money would fix everything on its own, for that matter)
are you literally so stupid to fail to see my point
the point isnt "LOOK WHAT THEY TOOK FROM US" the point is that fears and delusions depend on the society youre brought up in; and also sorry that a 5 sentences tumblr post didnt go into history of medical malpractice, it was a lighthearted post made by someone with those very issues
yeah, if i lived then, then id have a different delusion more fit to those times - but it would not resemble my current paranoia or nightmares of being drugged or talked to the way ive had medical staff talk to me bc those things are specific to our society.
(Also you can still have your rights denied for being mentally ill today as well?????? what happened to free britney??? And like My family doctor once literally suggested to my dad to involountary check me into psych ward which was smth my psychiatrist at the time was very much trying to avoid because he KNEW how dehumanizing that is, he spent more than sn hour trying to figure out if my visions of suicide were actual suicide risk or intrusive thoughts; telling me later that he was willing to gamble such a huge risk and responsibility he would have to take in case i actually did smth to myself - just to keep me out of the hospital stay because he worked there and SAW how dehumanizing it is. because getting in the ward here doesnt mean youre done when youre out, this shit affects FUCKLOAD of things in your life!)
are you really trying to be like "LETS TAKE AWAY ACCOMODATIONS FROM PEOPLE WHO SUFFER WOOW GOOD JOB" in my inbox rn btw considering that i am literally schizophrenic w some other mental illnesses, and that i take fucking meds upon meds for it, including antipsychotics??????? and i am also very grateful for those aids, but even with meds my condition will never be resolved and its severity very much depends on the people/society around me. my delusions while living in croatia might differ from someone who lives in the usa.
i literally have no patience or attention or care or anything to argue with you rn, if you wanna discuss political or economical or marxist or whatever theory in my inbox go ahead, but i am NOT arguing about my own fucking lived experience and having you speak to me this way, in an incredibly entitled and dismissive way. its late and im going to bed. i genuinely dont care for your "ummmmm ekshually capitalism is noot thaaat bad-" shit while i keep having episodes on the daily in a big part due to fuckin capitalism. losing my other job is putting me through stress because i have no money, but it also eased up certain aspects of my illness because i dont have to hit hardcore fucking deadlines every week.
p.s. who the fuck is talking about money not existing. if you are gonna bring that up within communist theory and up for a serious discussion thats a whole other thing, but moneyless and stateless society doesnt just rest on tadaaah no money, like theres a reason marx wrote books n essays on that shit and why daddy engels sent him checks. and even in ideal communist world we would still have mental illnesses, but i am absolutely positive that my thoughts would differ than the current ones and that they would probably be less severe. and also why is this implying that communism wont have like the fuckin medication
i usually take care to carefully reply to asks and try to actually give a serious opinion but i gen dont care if i sound incoherent rn, this legit pissed me off
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Trick or treat!
idk if you've read this fic but here's a delete scene from home by now! i like it a lot but it ended up setting up legacy stuff i never followed through on so ... into the discards document.
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Mom calls late a few nights after Matthew gets the text from Draisaitl. He still hasn’t answered it. She mostly wants to chat, and gossip about the people she and Dad had over for dinner that night, but partway through the conversation she says, “Oh, before I forget, I do have a question for you,” and it makes Matthew’s stomach tense.
“I need to plan a trip to see your Nana sometime this fall,” she says, cheerful and practical, “And I was wondering if you wanted me to time that for when you’ll be playing Winnipeg. We could make a whole thing of it.”
It’s a nice idea. Matthew will be in Winnipeg plenty this year, and the schedule’s already out so Mom can arrange whatever she wants. It makes Matthew clench his jaw. He keeps trying to imagine it, Mom’s family all settled in a box and then going out to dinner with all of them after the game, and the scene won’t play in his head. He wants it to, so much it aches, and yet—all he sees is himself in a Flames jersey, waiting for a perfect pass from Johnny down the ice.
Somehow, he doesn’t think Jets fans will like him any better in a different color jersey. Not that that matters, not that he cares what they think. The people whose opinions matter to him all like him, and he doesn’t care about what Jets fans yell from the stands any more than he cares about whether Leon Draisaitl likes him.
“Sure,” he says, after so long that Mom is definitely going to know that something’s up. “That sounds nice.”
She hums, clearly skeptical. Sometimes Matthew hates how well she knows him. “Seriously,” he insists. “It’ll be nice. Do whatever you want, I know you’ll make it nice.”
She will, too. Matthew knows she’ll get everything set up perfectly, and everyone will have a great time, and he’ll be glad to see them all. It’s just that his brain is seizing up every time he tries to imagine this season, unable to come up with an idea of what it’s going to be like to play in St. Louis, to play with a brand new team. To play with Draisaitl.
“Okay,” Mom says. “I’m not going to book anything yet, so let me know if you change your mind.”
Matthew won’t. He wouldn’t let her down like that, much less the rest of his family. “I won’t,” he says, but he’s already thinking about everything else that’s going to happen this season. Brady brought some of it up when they argued, that Matthew’s going to have to decide about so much off-ice stuff that he’s been ignoring. How he wants to present himself to the city of St. Louis and what the team expects of him as a representative but also a local.
Thinking about it makes him want to hang up the phone and maybe walk straight into Lake Ontario.
He’s still lost in thought while Mom hands the phone over, and he’s startled to hear Dad’s voice in his ear.
“Hi,” he says, a beat too late, and Dad laughs. “Sorry, I was thinking about stuff.”
“Sure you were,” Dad says, laughing. “I know you just don’t want to listen to me.”
Matthew could argue with him; of course he wants to listen. He’s listened to him on more topics than he can count for as long as he can remember. He wants to hear what his dad, who he admires as a person and a hockey player, has to say.
He’s not in the mood for it right now. The joke grates, but it always has, and nothing Matthew says has ever made it stop grating, or made Dad stop making it. He just chuckles. Over the phone, Dad won’t be able to tell that it’s a little forced.
“What were you saying?” Matthew asks. “I’m listening now, I promise.” The laugh under those words is a little forced too, but in Matthew’s defense he’s just got a lot on his mind. Some of it’s stuff he could talk about with Dad if he felt like it. But sometimes Dad just—well, sometimes Matthew thinks he answers questions like that based on what he would do rather than what he thinks would work for Matthew.
“Have you thought at all about what number you’re going to wear?” Dad asks.
This one, then.
Matthew has, of course. He knows that it’s a little conspicuous that he hasn’t settled on one yet. He knows people want to know what he’s going to do, have since the day he signed. That it would feel pointed if he didn’t wear Dad’s number but also if he did.
“I’m just focusing on training right now,” he says. He’s shit at lying to Brady and Taryn, but he can lie to Dad. Not about everything, not all the time. But he can do it, even if it makes his stomach churn.
They can always talk about it when Matthew’s back in St. Louis. Dad will be around, and Matthew does care what he thinks about it, especially if he hasn’t made up his mind by then.
Dad clears his throat, a little too pointed for Matthew’s taste. He knows what Dad wants, that Dad wants Matthew to wear his number and play the way he did and step perfectly into his shoes. Matthew doesn’t know if he can do that. Playing in Calgary made it easier to not do that, and he’s gotten used to it. There’s also the fact that there’s no guarantee it’ll happen in exactly the way Dad is having it play out in his head, even if Matthew did want it to.
“Seriously,” Matthew says. Too insistent. Pushing too hard. Dad brings that out in him, and sometimes it’s in good ways and other times it’s this. “We’ll talk when I’m back at home.”
“Sure,” Dad says, and it doesn’t sound sarcastic, but Matthew can tell he’s a little disappointed. Though he’s probably a little disappointed that this wasn’t the first conversation they had after Matthew signed, so that ship has sailed. “Looking forward to it.”
“Course,” Matthew says.
“You want to talk to Mom again?” Dad asks, and honestly, Matthew does.
“Have you really not decided yet or are you just bullshitting?” Mom asks as soon as she has the phone back. She must have gone into another room.
“I really haven’t decided,” Matthew says. “I swear.”
She laughs, and it feels different than when Dad laughs. That’s always been true, and Matthew’s never thought much about it, but he does now.
Matthew remembers following Dad around arenas as a little kid, wearing a jersey that hung down to his knees and wobbling on skates off the ice. He remembers thinking that his dad was the coolest person in the whole world, that he wanted to be just like him when he grew up. He also remembers the few early teenage years where he got to know Dad better, and the conversations they had as Matthew started to make decisions for his career, how much insight and perspective Dad was able to provide. He just also remembers the arguments when he was 15 and 16, the way that Dad never quite managed to hide what he thought would be best, even when he was trying to be supportive.
Matthew knows him well enough now to have an understanding of him as a whole person, good and bad.
“I’ll talk about it with him when I’m back home,” Matthew says. He means it.
“Okay,” Mom says. He can practically hear her smiling. “You don’t need to ask for his advice unless you want it,” she says. Matthew knows that. He also knows Dad will be gutted if Matthew doesn’t ask for his input. “Dad is yelling from the other room to tell you to text him when you’ll be back so he can set up a tee time for you two.”
“I will,” Matthew says. A deadline, then, unless he wants to talk about nothing but this for a full 18 holes, which, frankly. He’d much rather spend the time picking through all the rosters in the conference and making stupid wagers over who’s going to contend this year.
“He will!” Mom shouts, not even bothering to cover the phone. It rings in Matthew’s ear.
“Thanks,” he says, failing to muffle his laughter. “Talk to you soon?”
“Course,” Mom says. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” Matthew answers before he hangs up.
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Hi! Sorry if i'm bothering you bur i wanted to ask you;What wouls you like to see in Hotd season 2?
Hi! Thank you so much for the question :D
I haven’t really thought about specific moments I would like to see, but here are some of my wishes (I will be briefly mentioning some F&B spoilers and potential s2 spoilers).
1. Rhaenicent reunion: I don’t care where it is or how it happens. I need them to see each other again and see them confronting each other. I want this scene to be extremely tragic and sad, full of anger and resentment, and extremely painful too, as a treat (basically driftmark knife scene 2.0 but with some of the 1.08 dinner scene bittersweetness)
2. I want an Alicent giving birth to Helaena flashback. Maybe at the beginning of the episode Helaena dies (if that happens during season 2)
3. I want some flashbacks of Rhaenyra and Aemma. We will see Rhaenyra grieving Lucerys, so I would really like to see a scene of Aemma grieving one of Rhaenyra’s siblings that died during labor and having young Rhaenyra witness how tragic it was for her mother to lose a child. Especially since that’s what she will be going through in s2.
4. MORE JACE!!! I want to see his inner struggles, his insecurities about his parentage, the pressure he is under as Rhaenyra’s heir, his desire to prove himself and having him develop into a great leader. I definitely feel like Jace will become one of my favorite characters after s2, especially if they explore his complexity. I have read some interesting posts analyzing Jace as a mirror to his mother, and how he simultaneously admires and resents her. I find this perspective of their relationship to be fascinating so I would love to see that aspect of their dynamic being explore in s2.
5. Just more Rhaenyra as a mom because she is the most gentle and precious mother and i want to see more of her with baby aegon and viserys
6. MORE HELAENA, especially the aftermath of the blood & cheese tragedy. I hope they don’t brush her character aside after that event. I really want to see more of her relationship with Alicent, it breaks my heart.
7. Young Rhaenicent flashbacks because I love Milly and Emily. Seeing them be girls together, before the men in their lives tore them apart will add so much more to the tragedy.
In conclusion: I love tragedy so much and I want every s2 episode to leave me crying and shaking on the floor.
BONUS WISH:
8. Daemon dying 🔥
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