#So who can tell I don't know anything about make up?

[bogleech]

"The question was posed, "Why do people continue supporting Trump no matter what he does?" A lady named Bev answered it this way: “You all don't get it. I live in Trump country, in the Ozarks in southern Missouri, one of the last places where the KKK still has a relatively strong established presence. They don't give a shit what he does. He's just something to rally around and hate liberals, that's it, period. He absolutely realizes that and plays it up. They love it. He knows they love it. The fact that people act like it's anything other than that proves to them that liberals are idiots, all the more reason for high fives all around. If you keep getting caught up in "why do they not realize this problem" and "how can they still back Trump after this scandal," then you do not understand what the underlying motivating factor of his support is. It's fuck liberals, that's pretty much it. Have you noticed he can do pretty much anything imaginable, and they'll explain some way that rationalizes it that makes zero logical sense? Because they're not even keeping track of any coherent narrative, it's irrelevant. Fuck liberals is the only relevant thing. Trust me; I know firsthand what I'm talking about. That's why they just laugh at it all because you all don't even realize they truly don't give a fuck about whatever the conversation is about. It's just a side mission story that doesn't matter anyway. That's all just trivial details - the economy, health care, whatever. Fuck liberals. Look at the issue with not wearing the masks. I can tell you what that's about. It's about exposing fear. They're playing chicken with nature, and whoever flinches just moved down their internal pecking order, one step closer to being a liberal. You've got to understand the one core value that they hold above all others is hatred for what they consider weakness because that's what they believe strength is, hatred of weakness. And I mean passionate, sadistic hatred. And I'm not exaggerating. Believe me. Sadistic, passionate hatred, and that's what proves they're strong, their passionate hatred for weakness. Sometimes they will lump vulnerability in with weakness. They do that because people tend to start humbling themselves when they're in some compromising or overwhelming circumstance, and to them, that's an obvious sign of weakness. Kindness = weakness. Honesty = weakness. Compromise = weakness. They consider their very existence to be superior in every way to anyone who doesn't hate weakness as much as they do. They consider liberals to be weak people that are inferior, almost a different species, and the fact that liberals are so weak is why they have to unite in large numbers, which they find disgusting, but it's that disgust that is a true expression of their natural superiority. Go ahead and try to have a logical, rational conversation with them. Just keep in mind what I said here and be forewarned.”

From a facebook post, with a lot of comments from people who actually didn't realize it was like this. Yeah, I grew up knowing these kinds of people too and that's exactly how it is.

[katsu28]

oooh kait i love the list!!

what about lando + 50. putting a hand over the other's mouth where lando is yapping abt smth?

got a little carried away with this but fuck it we ball

lando norris x sainz!reader, 1.7k. request something from here :)

“Fancy seeing you here.” 

You glance up from your phone to see a grinning Lando leaned up against the wall next to you, and you raise an amused brow. “It’s my brother’s wedding.” 

“Yeah, I know, I was just—” 

“Why would I not be here?” 

“Jesus, I was just trying to be funny, you don't have to be mean about it,” He huffs, bumping his shoulder against yours with a roll of his eyes. 

“Sorry, Lan. You’re just too fun to mess with.” You tease, reaching out to pinch Lando’s cheek. 

He scowls, batting your hand away haphazardly. “Carlos said you were gonna be here early to help get everything settled.” 

“Aw, were you waiting for me?” 

“No, I wasn't.” You shoot him a disbelieving look. “Okay, maybe I was. I had to work with your great aunt, and lemme tell you, that woman is handsy.” 

“Oh, you poor thing.” 

“I know. All because you abandoned me.” 

“I had to help Rebecca with some last minute adjustments. And besides, It takes time to look this good, Norris,” You tut, gesturing towards yourself. The bridesmaid dresses Rebecca had picked out are absolutely gorgeous. Hopefully gorgeous enough to get you what you want. 

“You do look amazing,” Lando murmurs, eyes not-so-subtly raking up and down your body a little too long to be considered innocent. Mission accomplished. 

“You don’t clean up too bad yourself,” You reply, letting your gaze do the same. His tailored suit fits him wonderfully, and his hair is styled to perfection. You fight the urge to run your fingers through his curls and ruin it by pulling him close. 

Things between Lando and yourself are…complicated, to say the least. You were both young when you’d met, all the way back in 2019 when Carlos had done his time with McLaren. Since then, you’ve both grown up, kept in touch, and somewhere along the way, you’d come to a realization. 

You like Lando. A lot. And you think he might like you back, but neither of you have done anything about it. You flirt with each other like people who have feelings for each other and tease each other like friends, dancing around the elephant in the room whenever you’re in the same vicinity. 

It certainly doesn’t help that Lando is one of your brother’s best friends. He looks up to Carlos, respects him as a mentor, and wouldn’t dare make a move against his baby sister. But honestly, you wish he just would. This back and forth is starting to get a little old. 

Now is as good a time as any, with Carlos distracted on his big day. And what was that again people said about weddings being the perfect chance for blossoming romance? 

Someone with a headset and a clipboard comes up and whispers something in your ear, cutting your moment with Lando short. You stow away your phone in your purse, already prepared to follow them to attend to whatever needs doing. 

“Duty calls. I’ll see you later, Lan,” You say, straightening Lando’s tie with a sweet smile aimed at him. “Don’t miss me too much.” 

Lando chuckles, looking equal parts fond and amused. “I’ll try my best.” 

The next time you see him is right before you're meant to walk down the aisle together. You take your mark right next to him, smoothing out your dress one last time before looping your arm through his. 

He leans towards you, lips almost brushing your ear with his whisper. “Missed you.” 

“Thought you said you’d try your best not to?” 

“Guess it wasn't good enough. Listen, can we talk later?” 

He sounds uncharacteristically serious, and it has you giving him a cautious sideways glance. “Of course,” You say. You nudge him gently with your elbow. “Everything okay?” 

“Yeah, it’s good. Nothing’s wrong, don’t worry.” 

“Well, now that you tell me not to worry, I think I might,” You reply, brows furrowing. 

“Then don’t.” 

“Seriously, Lando? You couldn't have waited until after the ceremony for this? I mean, honestly—” 

Suddenly his lips are on your cheek briefly, causing your outburst to die off mid sentence. You stiffen momentarily at the unexpected action. When you turn to gawk at him, he’s looking straight ahead, a satisfied little smile gracing his face. 

You don’t have time to process anything any further before you're being guided towards the beginning of the aisle. Straightening up, throwing your shoulders back, you tighten your fingers around your bouquet of flowers. 

Now isn’t the time. 

The ceremony goes swimmingly. There isn’t a dry eye in the place at seeing just how much Carlos and Rebecca love and cherish each other. Every so often, you’ll catch Lando’s eye across the aisle and he’ll wink back at you, settling your nerves at standing up there in front of everyone. 

You start to wonder what he wants to talk to you about. Your mind immediately goes to the worst possible thing, but surely it can’t be too bad. Right?

Lando doesn’t bring it up until well into the reception. He catches your eye from afar, tilting his head towards the nearest exit. Everyone is on the dance floor now, nobody would notice if you left. 

He slips out of the large hall silently and you follow a few seconds later, only startling a little bit when he grabs your hand and leads you further down the corridor until you can’t hear the lively music anymore. 

“What’s going on, Lando?”

He drops your hand in favor of starting to pace, rubbing his palms over his thighs nervously. “I’m gonna be really honest with you right now. Probably brutally honest. And it might fuck things up, but I think I might explode if I keep it in any longer.” 

“Uh…okay. That sounds concerning,” You say hesitantly, shifting on your feet. 

“It is. I mean, no, it’s not, it’s nothing but, I just…” 

“Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you all night, because you look absolutely stunning,” He blurts. “But not just today. I wanna kiss you all the time, and I know—I know I probably shouldn’t because Carlos is one of my best mates and you’re his little sister and he’d likely kick my ass if he ever finds out, but I don’t care, I—” 

“Lando,” You interrupt, fighting to keep your voice level. Finally, finally, something is happening. 

He continues on as if he hadn’t heard you at all. “—can’t keep doing this…this whatever thing we’ve been doing. I really like you, and I need you to know that even if it ruins our friendship.” 

Normally you’d entertain his yapping tendencies, but you want to tell Lando you feel the same way and he just keeps on talking like he’s the only one in this conversation, so you’re left with no choice. 

You push him back against the wall behind him with one hand splayed across his chest, the other hand coming up to cover his mouth. Lando’s ranting dies off the moment your hand touches his face, like you’ve just found his off switch and powered him down. 

“Can you please just shut up for a second?” You say exasperatedly. He nods quickly, completely doe eyed under your palm. “You gonna let me talk now?” Another nod, this one a little slower. “Good. I like you too. Have for ages.” 

Lando’s fingers curl around your wrist, prying your hand away from his mouth with furrowed brows. “You—you do? Really? Why’ve you never said anything?”

“Why haven’t you?” You shoot back, cocking your head. 

“Because…because!” He says incredulously, wrinkling his nose. “You’re Carlos’s little sister, I—he’d have my head.” 

You scoff. “Carlos isn’t my keeper, Lando. I’m an adult, I can make my own choices without having to consult my brother. If I want to date you, I can!” 

Lando’s gaze sharpens, the edges of his mouth curving into a smug little smile, and you know you’re in for it now. 

“Then let me take you out. On a proper date,” He proposes. It’s a bold move, considering you’ve still got him pinned against the wall with one hand, but his bluntness makes your focus flicker. 

Lando takes the opening and makes his move, now suddenly you’re the one with your back against the wall and he’s pushed himself closer than you’ve ever been before. For someone who was just worried about Carlos finding out mere seconds ago, he seems quite confident. 

“You’re sure you want to do this?” You ask softly, searching his face for any trace of doubt or uncertainty. What you’ve wanted for a long time is finally happening, but that doesn’t make you any less wary. If anything, it feels even more daunting. 

Slowly, Lando’s hand comes up to cradle your cheek almost delicately, like he’s afraid you might disappear into thin air if he moves too fast. His tongue darts out to wet his lips just before he leans in, deft fingers shifting from your cheek down under your chin, tilting your head up just enough to meet him in a gentle kiss. 

His lips are softer than you expect, tasting a little like the rum and cokes he’s been nursing all night mixed with something else sweet, and definitely living up to every dream you’ve ever had about this very moment. 

Lando’s thumb rubs along your cheek, a soft smile playing across his face when you break apart. “Believe me, I’m more sure about you than I’ve ever been about anything in my life.” 

You smooth out the lapels of his suit jacket from where your fingers had bunched into the material, beaming at him happily. “Always such a sweet talker, you.”

“Worked on you, didn’t it? I mean, it took years, but I’ve got you now, don’t I?” 

“Depends on where you take me on our date,” You joke. 

“Oh, I’ll take you anywhere you want, baby. Name it and it’s done.” 

“A sweet talker and a smooth talker. That could come in handy for when Carlos finds out.”

“No, it—why?” His voice squeaks on the last word, eyes widening almost comically.

You give his chest a firm pat, ducking out from under his arm to return to the reception. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see, hm?”

“Sweetheart, c’mon! He won’t try to fight me, right? Right?” 

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[loucifersbitch]

tw: mcd

"I can't do this."

Buck's hands tremble as he tries to knot his tie for the fourth time. It's so stupid. He knows how to do a half Windsor. He's done this enough times, it shouldn't be an issue.

But his hands shake, and his fingers slip, and the pieces of fabric fall to his chest again.

"I can't do this!" he yells, reaching out for the nearest object and chucking it across the room.

The ceramic otter figurine shatters on impact, the sound pulling him from his anger. He sits on the bed, dropping like a puppet with its strings cut. His hands are still shaky as he rubs at his face, the burning sting behind his eyes growing stronger.

"I can't do this," he whispers, lip quivering.

He refuses to cry over this. He has to be strong, has to be there for his family, has to make sure everyone else will be okay, has to -

"Evan?" Tommy's quiet voice comes from the doorway. He doesn't move any closer, though the concerned furrow in his brow and stiff posture tell Buck all he needs to know. "Are you okay? I thought I heard something break."

Thank God for Tommy. He's been there through all of it - Bobby dying, making arrangements with the funeral home and planning the funeral, and now joining the procession as a casket bearer - and he's never wavered once.

"I can't do this," Buck says again.

It's different saying it to someone instead of talking to himself and an empty room. His chest feels cracked open, a hollow shell where his heart and lungs should be. A sob works its way from his very core through his diaphragm and out his throat, despite trying to hold it back.

"I - I can't - Tommy, I -" he tries, but speaking through the heaving sobs that have overtaken him is nearly impossible, and his head his starting to hurt, and he can't seem to get enough air suddenly, and is he having a heart attack?

Then Tommy is there in front of him, kneeling on the hardwood floor in his own dress blues so he can hold eye contact.

"Evan, hey," he says, hands moving to cradle Buck's face, "breathe, sweetheart. You need to breathe. I think you're having a panic attack. Can you breathe with me? Inhale, one, two, three, four. Good. Now hold, two, three, four. And out, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight."

Tommy continues directing him through the breathing exercise, slowly moving closer until Buck can rest his forehead against Tommy's.

"Good, Evan. That's good," Tommy tells him, thumbs rubbing soothingly against Buck's cheeks. "You scared me, baby."

"Sorry," Buck hiccups, trying for a small smile. "I don't know why that happened. It just suddenly -"

"Became too much?" Tommy finishes. Buck nods, and Tommy continues, "You have nothing to apologize for. This is -" he looks around as if hoping the right words will magically pop into existence, "Losing a parent is hard. Especially when you're so close."

"He wasn't my biological father," Buck says, but Tommy scoffs.

"Biology doesn't mean anything right now. Bobby was your dad. Period."

Truthfully, Buck can't argue with that. Bobby had been everything Buck had wanted and needed in a father figure when he was growing up. He nods, acquiescing.

"You've never had to process a loss like this before. He was a huge part of your life, and now he's gone. You're going to feel a lot of things about that. Grief isn't simple."

"I have to hold it in just a little longer. I can't break down during the funeral, Tommy. I have to be strong, y'know? For Athena, and May and Harry, and the rest of the 118. I need to be there for all of them."

"Evan," Tommy says seriously, "you can't be everything for everyone. If you're there for all of them, who's there for you?"

Buck opened his mouth but found he didn't have an answer. He knows, of course, that the 118 will always have his back, but they're all dealing with their own grief.

"Let me."

"Hm?" Buck hums, confused.

"Let me be there."

"Tommy, you're already going to be there."

"Let me be there for you, smartass," he says, rolling his eyes. Buck almost smiles. "You need a shoulder to lean on? I'm there. You want someone to hold your hand? How convenient that I have two. You need anything, and I'm there, okay?"

"You don't have to do that."

"I know," Tommy smiles. "But I want to, if you'll let me."

"You're not even my boyfriend anymore." Tommy tries to speak, but Buck continues, "And I know that you said you want to try again, but then we had that fight, and I -" he pauses, blowing out a shaky breath, "do you still want this? Us?"

"Evan, I will be whatever you need me to be today. And yes, I do want to try again, but your emotions are compromised right now. If this is an impulsive decision you're going to regret, I -"

"It's not. I promise it's not," Buck assures him. "I've thought about it pretty much every second since you walked out my door. Again," he adds. Tommy huffs in amused disbelief. "But I know what I want, Tommy. I want you."

Tommy looks at him with a gentleness that sends a pang through Buck's chest.

"Okay," he says, one side of his mouth curving up into a smirk.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Of course, Evan."

When Buck kisses him, it feels like home. It feels like healing, like hope.

"We should go soon," Tommy murmurs.

Buck hums in agreement, "I just need to get this tie right, and then I'll be ready."

"Here," Tommy offers, making quick work of the simple knot. "You look great."

"So do you," Buck says, reaching out to straighten Tommy's tie. "Ready?"

"Almost," Tommy says, moving toward the opposite side of the room. "Just need to assess the damage."

"Yeah, sorry about that. I don't know why I threw it in the first place. I was just so mad at how unfair this all is."

"Grief," Tommy shrugs, bending down to pick up the larger shards of the ceramic.

"Jee will be so mad I broke that otter. She loved that one."

"You'll just have to take her to the zoo and get another."

"Yeah," Buck says, a small smile on his face. "We will."

Tommy chuckles as he leaves the room to throw the shards in the garbage. He returns a few moments later with a broom and dustpan.

"We're back together for two seconds, and you're already planning outings for us."

"Get used to it, honey," Buck says. "This time I plan to keep you for good."

"God, I hope so."

[keijisdolll]

#K. AKAASHI |

NSFW ( ＾◡＾)っ✂╰⋃╯

blurred lines . . . ❤︎

(i wrote this rly late at night so it kinda switches between second and third person + its my first time... dont mind pls ⛄︎)

to say you and keiji were just friends was a little... vague to say the least.

not even a little, absolute bullshit.

you two go way back; always at one another's homes every saturday or friday night, playing games with kotaro or just binging movies together- all that cute stuff. obviously, you two love each other, dare i say are in love with each other, but it's just never been a point of discussion. despite all the stolen glances, his obsession with kissing the top of your head or holding your hips, you guys have just … never talked about it.

it's not that you didn't want to talk about it, you wanted more than anything to do unspeakable things to that man for years now...who wouldn't?

but of course, all you could do every passing day was pray that something could magically change and you'd have his affection and sweet words to yourself every day. he probably has his reasons too for not just folding and confessing already. hopefully if he even reciprocates.

but when he asked you to be his roommate and share a dorm with him two years ago at the beginning of university, how could you tell someone so pretty no?

that pretty much never helped the increasing tension between you both - sexually, or romantically.... but hey, the no confessions game was still going strong.

even now, when keiji just returned back to your shared dorm from one of his later classes, he found you laid out on the plushness of the couch, your cutely decorated laptop resting on your bare thighs as you were wearing a cute pair of pajama shorts. a few short sentences on the illuminated screen of your laptop which screams to him that you were probably just assigned a research paper.

"new paper assigned n/n?" he hummed softly as he rested his bag on the floor near the door and taking off his shoes.

"mm yeah... only thing is that it's due in 2 days.." she huffed softly with a little pout, a face he knew meant she was stressed.

"yeah? how much words is it?" he hummed softly, sitting next to her laid body on the couch.

y/n turned her laptop to an angle keiji can see it, an email from her professor which explained her prompt and the word count.

damn.

"only two days? that has to be a mistake." he raised his brows, adjusting his glasses.

"its not..." she sighed softly. "i asked him about it in class. he was dead serious keiji...my grade is so done. i don't even know what to write about. all i got done was the context." y/n turned to him, a pout on her lips.

he sighed, "calm down, okay? stressing out this much isn't gonna help you n/n." his hand went to her cheek, his thumb gently stroking the apple of her cheek. damn him and his charm.

"come here, i'll help you." he murmured, his arms gently taking her arms to help her sit up and come up onto his lap.

and around 3 hours later, despite the evident exhaustion in both of you from this damn essay, you were a little more than half way through the word count.

"god...you're the best keiji..." she sighed softly, leaning her head back on his shoulder.

he chuckled, a familiar one that never really failed to make you feel butterflies in your stomach. "can't have my favorite girl stressing now can i?" he ruffled her hair gently.

holy fuck.

why he made her sit in his lap was beyond her. all she knew was that his little name that he just called her made her clench around absolutely nothing, and she was so sick of this back and forth of trying to act like he didn't have an effect on her.

so she purposely squirmed on his lap while pretending to read an article, her ass moving teasingly but in a subtle way. she knew her subtle grinding didn't by any means go unnoticed by him, not how his slender fingers dug a little harder into her hips, and definitely not how his breathing grew more ragged.

"hey... n/n... you're squirming a little...please... it's distracting me..." he spoke with a strained voice, trying not to breathe noticeably.

"hm..?" she looked back at him, who knew how worked up subtle grinding can get him, his cheeks were insanely flushed, his fingers uncontrollably going on her bare thighs.

"come... get off n/n-" he panicked a little, his arms pulling up her torso to pick her up and trying to place her back onto the couch, but she went right back down, on his fucking bulge.

"oh fuck.." he choked out quietly his head going back against the arm rest.

"you're that hard from me barely even grinding?" she started. no turning back now for her. and to her surprise, all those years of chasing and wondering if he wanted her back... she felt so relieved from his next words.

"i can't fucking help it with you.." he swore helplessly. his needy hands guiding her hips to rub herself against his obvious bulge. "all this time and you don't think that i've been wanting to kiss you senseless since highschool..?"

and from that, her lips were on his, sharing wet and sloppy kisses that were making him leak pre cum into his sweatpants. grinding on his lap so nicely that she had him cursing into their sloppy kiss.

they eventually pulled away, a thin string of saliva between their mouths as her arms came up around his neck to steady herself as she ground on his bulge. gosh, his fucking print was so visible to her too from his sweatpants.

"fuck...i love you keiji.."

and within less than two minutes, your cute pajama shorts laid on the floor of your bedroom along with his sweatpants.

his hand held a handful of your hair while his other rested on the plush curve of your ass. his hips were thrusting so good into your drenched cunt, the room practically filled with the sound of your plush ass slapping against his hips and your muffled moans as he just sweet talked you.

damm him.

"god... you dont know how long i wanted to fuck you.." he panted into your ear, his skin slick with sweat

"keiji..." she cried helplessly beneath him.

"mhm baby... i got you...taking my cock so well." he murmured, his large hand squeezing her ass softly.

"you're so fucking pretty n/n, you know that?" he mumbled, placing sweet kisses and sucking hickeys onto her neck, his thrusts getting harder.

she couldn't even form a coherent sentence anymore. it's not like he was being crazy rough, but his cock was fucking long. and at a moderate, more fast pace like what he was doing, she felt as if she was seeing stars.

"ah...mmph..." she moaned sweetly into the pillow, knowing he was about to cum from how sloppy his thrusts were getting.

"mmh... there you go... oh fuck baby.." he panted, pulling out. his hand that was holding your hair let go, pumping slowly as thick and hot cum landed on your plush ass.

she panted softly into the pillows, her hips lowering from where he held them up as she rolled onto her back, his cum on her skin getting onto the sheets.

he panted soflty, pulling her into his arms and pressing a gentle loving kiss on her shoulder, while mumbling a soft, "i've always loved you baby."

its my first time writing so pls leave tips jjfnjjngjngjngjtn

[sharktooth-jacket]

Well I said I'd never make another tumblr after I left during the whole porn ban fallout but here I am askhgsj!! PLEASE tell me there's an active OFMD fandom over here because I finally finished watching it over the weekend and I learned that apparently there's an Ed and Stede shaped hole in my life and I'm about to drive everyone I know insane talking about them aslkglaksjjk

anyway MY TAKES!!!

so first of all this show is actually gay. like for real real. I watched the first season with a friend who's pretty big into shipping (no shade, I'm just not into that kind of fandom) and I fully expected this to just be queerbait. FRIENDS I'M STILL SHOOK ABOUT THIS akhgaj, I haven't been able to stop smiling since I finished it!! Because they're actually gay! And that's the point! THE POINT IS IT'S A LOVE STORY ABOUT STEDE AND ED HELLLOOO CAN ANYONE HEAR ME!!! Seriously I hadn't known how much I needed this show until I had it, I've never actually felt like the target audience for a show before

they could have made Ed and Stede so boring and one note AND THEY DIDN'T! I was sure from hearing my friend explain the premise that Stede would be this boring posh guy who's scared of everything, and Ed would be all tough and badass and boring, and that would be it. But no. Stede's a total weirdo who says "buckos" and picks up noses off the floor with his bare hands and Ed's an adorable dork who is scared of his own spider tattoo. I love them your honor akghaskj

also can i just say. Ed's fashion sense. Yes I get that the whole show is about masculinity and he's forcing himself into a style of masculinity that's restrictive and reductive. But consider: IT LOOKS HOT akshgakj I'm obsessed with his jacket with the shark teeth on it (as you can probably guess by the username lol)

SPEAKING OF ED I'll admit I hadn't thought of this until I saw people talking about it but reading his story as a trans man allegory works SO WELL! It's ABOUT him trying to live up to an impossible ideal of masculinity and killing himself in the process and being enraptured with a guy who's soft and learning to find a kind of masculinity he's comfortable with! I'm chewing my own arm off! I loved Jim (canon nonbinary rep holy shit) but as a trans man I just love this read for Ed's character so much 🥹

This is unrelated but my friend had also been trying to get me to watch The Last of Us and the two shows kinda melded in my mind I think? I figured it out eventually but at the end of season 1 episode 3 after Stede's been stabbed and there's the dramatic lighting and everything I was not thinking "oh boy Stede's about to meet the love of his life," I was pretty sure it was zombie time and thinking "oh no and now he has to deal with the zombies too???" alsghaklgk. I was all "is Blackbeard a zombie hunter" and my friend was like. "WHAT" akghjkjgkk

I watched season 2 on my own and my friend had warned me that there were budget cuts and cut episodes and w/e, and obviously I'm sad there's no third season to look forward to but I still really liked the ending and if I hadn't been told there was anything up with the season I don't think I'd have guessed!! They're safe and they're together and they just get to be Ed and Stede now :')

my friend did warn me I probably wouldn't like where they took Izzy in season 2 and...they were right akhgaskfj, it wasn't bad or anything and I liked that Izzy apologized at the end and stopped being so shitty to everyone but I just couldn't get past what he did to Ed in season 1. Plus he just didn't feel the same when he wasn't being weird all the time 😔. I didn't really like Jim's line about how "he was Ed's friend," like Jim. my friend. WAS HE LMAO my friends don't usually call the British Navy on me and stab my boyfriend

on that note though I made the mistake of logging onto Twitter for the first time in like two years to see what people were saying after I watched season 1, and I got a bit worried when I saw people saying that Ed's actions in season 2 made him irredeemable. But uh. He told them to eat cake and then made them kill him, it sucked but I was expecting way worse asksksksgk, I just felt bad for Ed honestly (which I think was intended obviously)

I am so picky with TV shows but everything about OFMD was just so fucking GOOD! The writing, the acting, the cinematography - everyone came into this show to do A GOOD JOB and it SHOWS

STEDE BONNET IS MY BEST FRIEND look at how far he came!!! He was so scared to even talk about running away with Ed in season 1 but now he's all in too 🥹🥹🥹

and I know I already said this but if you told me ten years ago my new favorite show would be one that was entirely about the central gay couple and they canonically kiss and have sex and love each other I wouldn't believe you!!! THIS SHOW IS SO GOOD

OKAY I'm sure I've got more to yell about later but that's my thoughts for now and I wanted to make a post so people know I'm not a bot alkghalkkj, if you like OFMD and love Ed and Stede too let's be friends!!!

[deepspacedarling]

HIYAA, so i saw your post abt getting into an argument with the LAD boys and was wondering if you could maybe do an extended version of everything but it ends in fluff? Obviously you don’t do all the boys, you can choose who you want to write it for. Thats alll BYYEEE

Making Up with the LADS Boys

Warning: None

AN: I was hoping someone would ask for this. Angst always makes me sad and if no one asked for this I was going to have to take matters into my own hands and write you guys making up.

Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb

Pt 1. How the LADS Boys Argue with You

Xavier

He still doesn't understand why you're upset with him. He still thinks he's right. But he acknowledges that he upset you and he wants to fix that. He loves you so much and you mean the world to him.

He might go to Jeremiah and ask for a second opinion to see if he's actually in the wrong. Whether he was or wasn't, he'll ask how he can make you feel better and resolve the issue.

He doesn't like going to bed angry with you. He'll spend the whole night figuring this out with you if he has to. Once the matter is resolved and you're both snuggled up close again together, he feels like everything is finally okay again.

Zayne

You guys don't go more than a day after the argument without him trying to come to you and resolve the issue. He doesn't like being upset with you and he knows that you feel the same. You're both calm rational adults. You can figure this out together.

Now that he's had a moment to calm down, he thinks over and over again about what he needs to say to you. He's got a whole script in his head to tell you how sorry he is and get his initial thoughts from the fight across without upsetting you. That all kind of goes out the window when you two start talking and he starts to flounder.

He's not the best with his words. He'll stumble during the conversation but he's earnest in his want to find a compromise with you. You two will get past this, he'll make sure of it.

Rafayel

Poor Thomas has to listen to him complain about your argument for HOURS. When Thomas finally tells him to go fix it, he grumbles and goes home. He'll come slinking into the house and you'll both eye each other warily to see if one of you is going to start arguing again before eventually he sighs and sits down. He's not getting up until this is fixed or you hurt his feeling again.

He'll apologize for hurting your feelings. He always tends to go for the jugular when he's upset and he knows that it hurts you when he acts like that. He didn't mean what he said but he knows it hurt you anyway so he's sorry.

He'll make sure repeatedly that you're not still upset with him after you both find a compromise. He doesn't want you to leave him so he'll do what he must to keep you even if that means admitting he was wrong.

Sylus

Initially, he'll try to buy your happiness back. Of course you'll stop being mad if he gets you that new car you wanted or that diamond necklace you were looking at. But then he realizes it isn't working and he has to shift gears.

He'll sit you down and listen to what you have to say. There's a long moment afterwards of him just thinking. He's not really the type of give in unless he's getting something out of it. He'll carefully maneuver the conversation so that you can find a happy medium. He's not willing to start a fight again but he's not willing to just give in either.

Once it's all said and done, he's happy with the result. He wants you to stay with him so he'll play nice even if it means he doesn't 100% get what he wants. What you want is important to to keep your relationship healthy.

Caleb

He'll do anything to get you to stop being angry with him. You don't understand. His brain is already conjuring up ideas of you leaving him. Of him coming home and your things are gone and he never sees you again.

He's much more receptive to your point of view once he's scared himself enough. He's still not 100% on board with your side of the argument but he's willing to compromise if it means you stay with him.

Once you've smiled at him and found a happy medium, he can finally breath again. You're going to stay with him. He's going to be okay. He needs to make sure that this argument never happens again. He'll do what he has to to ensure it doesn't.

Requests are Open!

[kings-highway]

hotel/travel headcanons because I'm in a hotel and my feet ache and everyone in london walks like they want to get hit by a car. Shipping as per my usual, mildly sprinkled here and there.

- kageyama and hinata racing to see who can get back to the hotel room first *every single time* they are returning to their hotel room, no matter how tired they are

- type A personality Suga methodically listing through every possible restaurant they could go to for dinner, and a different kind of Type A Daichi confused because he's had their restaurant itinerary planned for weeks and knows exactly where they're going.

- Asahi keeps stopping to offer to take pictures for other families on vacation so their Mom can be in them too

- Karasuno Third years traveling and Kiyoko is in charge of the camera and taking all their photos and she's having such a good time until after a few days Suga gets ahold of the camera and realizes she is just such a shitty photographer. Blurry, off centre, weirdly framed. Terrible. Suga bans her from photos and gives the camera to Asahi instead.

- on that note, Asahi takes fantastic photos.

- yachi also takes really, really good photos but she always panics and takes like 30 every time

- Daichi tries out a different morning coffee shop each day and reports back to the others ranking them. They all kind of love this weird morning routine and look forward to finding out if this morning will be better or worse than the previous despite the fact that he is the only coffee drinker among them.

- Kageyama and Hinata are terrible planners and never book anything ahead but Hinata's ability to make friends makes up for it. "oh no hotels in a 30 kilometer radius have vacancy? No worries, my new friend Paul says we can sleep in their guestroom."

- somehow Hinata hasnt ended up murdered but Kageyama is skeptical his luck will hold

- Karasuno Third Years are team "we walk for 2 hours between every destination to explore the city on foot" and the Karasuno Second Years are team "we have Uber'd everywhere and don't regret it" and hear the third years' travel stories and are horrified by how much ground they cover on foot.

- Noya is weirdly pretentious about only going to local "real" places and avoiding tourist traps and everyone has to tell him to shut up by the 4th or 5th site they see.

- Yamaguchi is so afraid of foreign cops that it starts looking like he's genuinely committed a crime. Tsukki has to constantly tell him to calm down if they pass one but "Tsukki I don't know the laws of this city what if we're breaking them right now-"

- Tsukki is the designated "speaker" of the first years when checking into hotels or other reservations, and has an uncanny knack for picking up languages, meaning by the end of just a couple of days in a foreign country he can do basic greetings and questions.

- on that, Tsukki always rolls his eyes and pretends like it's such a hassle having to do all the talking, sign reading and map navigation but he secretly kinda likes being a bit like a tour leader for them and being able to herd them around and take care of them.

- Kageyama got banned from trying to pick up languages naturally after he accidentally called an old lady something horrible

- Oikawa and Iwa take a selfie together outside every famous sit or historical building, and they always look great. These two are like the poster children for aesthetic traveling. The wind always makes them look perfect, the lighting is always clear.

- Oikawa and Iwa send a perfect photo back to Makki and Mattsun, who in return send the most fucked up off centre, badly lit selfie you could imagine with their middle fingers up

- Seijoh 4 stay out way too late and get lost at night. Thankfully none of them are "panickers" but it really highlights how important it is for at least one person to panic a little bit. It'll be 1 am and they're still standing on the side of the road 12 blocks from their hotel like "ahaha isn't this silly?" and then start walking in the wrong direction

- Iwa once got really sick on a trip and had to spend the day at the hotel, but when he was feeling better he went down to the hotel restaurant and met a celebrity and nobody believed him.

- Seijoh 4 are the guys who make way too much noise in hotel hallways

- Kunimi and Kindaichi did their first abroad travel together and it went surprisingly smoothly... For Kunimi. Kindaichi lost all his luggage, got scammed by a street seller, got lost for almost an entire day, sunburned and then got sick before their flight home. Kunimi took selfies with him and captioned them things like "just found Kindaichi again, his wallet got stolen" while holding up a peace sign.

- Ushijima really likes touring old museums and architecture as his preferred travel activity. He also really likes guided tours because "learning from an expert is always better than trying to teach myself."

- Tendou is fluent in way more languages than anyone on the team expects. And not adjacent languages, nobody was really that surprised when he started speaking Spanish, since they knew he knew French. But fucking Urdu? Since when, Tendou? Since when? What's next, Russian? (Yeah.)

- Tendou loves tourist traps. He collects the tackiest, gaudiest magnets from everywhere he goes and willingly lets himself be scammed to make sure he gets the cheapest, worst ones.

- on that topic Tendou is incredibly street savvy in foreign countries but incredibly unhelpful. Semi got pickpocketed once, and Tendou alerted him the moment it had happened, and when pressed as to why he didn't warn him before it happened, Tendou just shrugged.

- local women flirt with Ushijima like it's their day job. Like, statistically way more than anyone flirts with him in Japan.

- Shirabu is a victim of jet leg everywhere he goes no matter how hard he tries to avoid it.

- Goshiki always ends up over preparing for trips and carrying around way too much stuff.

- Ushijima and Tendou like to hold hands while they're walking anywhere. They only separate when they need to review a map. This may be because of Tendou's tendency to decide to go another way without warning and Ushijima's selective hearing when he's focused on a task. They could end up three blocks away before realizing the other isn't following.

- on that, neither of these two use google maps. Ushijima always picks up a tourist guide and city map from a local centre and they use a paper map for all navigation. Everyone's pretty sure they know about the internet, but...

- Kuroo's really good and finding free public wifi. He has like a sixth sense for it.

- Kenma is in charge of all planning when they travel. Kuroo makes him do it even if he claims he doesn't care, because Kenma will always end up picking things he actually wants to do, and then will actually be excited while traveling instead of feeling like he's dragged along.

- On that topic, Kenma will find really niche events or shops or things to do in a city and get really genuinely excited to go see some shop hyper specific to his interests, or some event that he likes, and Kuroo (or anyone traveling with them, really) always think it's incredibly endearing and follows him anywhere

- Fukunaga travels for the food, and that's it. He probably runs a mini travel food blog for friends and family back home. He'll hit up at least 5-6 places a day and try new things every time.

- Kuroo is always a little bit embarrassed to be seen as a tourist. He does everything he can to look less like a tourist and more like he belongs there.

- Bokuto is always just sort of along for the ride and never really knows what the itinerary is. Akaashi will tell him a hundred times what they're doing in a day, and he'll still be surprised when they're getting on a train to go somewhere.

- Akaashi is also an over preparer except it's never useless. He ends up needing pretty much every weird item he thought to bring and this is a bad thing because it validates his anxiety.

- Akaashi refuses to complain to hotel staff for any reason at all, so Bokuto has to do it, which sort of just embarrasses Akaashi more. Not complaining, but that he needed someone else to do it.

- Bokuto talks so loudly going down the street everyone knows they're tourists. He's Kuroo's worst nightmare.

- Aran and Kita have so many nice, long, sweet dinners exploring new cultures and enjoying their time together after Aran had turned off both of their phones.

- Atsumu is lost on the other side of the city.

- Osamu is looking for him but he got lost on the other side of the city

- Suna told Osamu he was looking for him but is still in the hotel room.

- Atsumu and Osamu both love a good hotel swimming pool. It's like their favourite part of a trip is a nice evening swim.

- Suna loves taking absolutely shitty candid photos of everyone in front of otherwise stunning sights.

- Kita actually loves travelling despite all the chaos, and ends up just sort of happily wandering along or holding Aran's hand while he listens to everyone else have a meltdown over missing their train (he had told them the train left 45 minutes earlier than it does, so they actually have time to spare, but he doesnt want them to slow down yet so he hasn't told them.)

- Atsumu tried to hit on a local once and they thought he was lost/homeless and gave him some money

- Couples that take photos kissing in front of beautiful views and historic buildings: Daisuga, Asanoya, Iwaoi, Bokuaka, Tsukkiyama, Arankita

- People who are too embarrassed to admit they want to take cheesy couple photos so they end up missing the opportunities: Hinata, Tendou, Makki and Mattsun,

- People who did bring it up and got shot down rather unfairly for being cringe: Kuroo, Osamu, Tora

- Couples confident enough to have sex in a hotel room: Iwaoi, Kagehina, Osasuna, Fukutora

- Couples that are confident enough, but one of them respected their fellow patrons too much to allow it: Arankita, Ushiten, Daisuga

- Couples that are not confident enough: Tsukkiyama, Kuroken, Bokuaka, Asanoya,

- Couples that successfully convinced their partners to say "fuck it" and have sex in a hotel room even if it was perhaps a bother to their neighbours: Ushiten, Daisuga

- Couples that unsuccessfully convinced their partner to have sex in a hotel room because their partner has significantly more logical prowess than them and is better at articulating an argument and frankly its embarrassing that they even tried to debate them: Arankita

[stayteezdreams]

San + Subtle ways he shows he loves you

Scenarios/Headcanons: Subtle ways San shows he loves you

Pairing: Choi San x Gn!Reader

Series Notes: Banner photos are simply for aesthetic, everything I write is a Gn!Reader/Non detailed Reader insert! There will probably be similar or repeat headcanons from others members versions, because there are many that I can see multiple of the members doing!

Words: ~420

Other Parts: Yunho || Mingi || Hongjoong || Wooyoung

Extra awareness when you are around. I mean, constant vigilance.

He walks on the outside of the sidewalk, his hand is in yours or around your waist. He pulls you closer to him if a group is walking past. He leads you through crowds so you don't get overwhelmed.

Keeps an extra jacket in his car at all times in case you get cold when you are out, or forget yours.

Drives you around everywhere, he loves his passenger prince(ss).

Often holds your hand while driving, or keeps his hand on your leg.

Keep's an eye on your beauty, makeup and/or face care products and buys them for you when they get low, always before you can get them yourself.

Keeps doubles of the same care products at his place so when you stay over you don't have to bring anything.

Has a desk dedicated for you, your studies or hobbies so you can do them/work when you stay over at his place.

Carries your stuff for you even if its not heavy.

Buy's your favorite snacks/food for you (also to keep at his place for you, will fight anyone that's not you who tries to take them)

Play's with your hair and puts little braids in it.

Let's you do the same to him.

Happily boasts about you to anyone and everyone, even if it embarrasses you.

Couple items. So many. Shirts, jackets, bracelets, rings, stuffed toys, water bottles, phone cases, etc. This man wants it to scream that you are a couple.

He likes to feed you, even if it makes you feel like a child or embarrassed in public, he loves doing it.

Constant fond gaze on his face when you are talking. Best listener. Remembers everything you say.

Surprises you with cute foods/desserts to make you happy.

Comes up behind you and hugs you from behind, often resting his head on your shoulder. Does not want to let go.

Also tight hugs while sleeping, keeps your head cradled against him, pressing kisses against your head.

Surprises you with flowers often, no real reason needed.

Prints out physical photos of the two of you to keep in an album.

Invites you out with his friends all the time, to feel included, and because he loves just having you around with him.

Knows all of your tells, tics and habits when you are upset or angry, and he knows how to act on them to make you feel better.

Basically just worships the ground you walk on, but you know, in a "subtle" way.

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[apollabarnes]

part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six

"evan didn't do anything wrong," tommy protests, athena's words bouncing around in his head.

"did anyone cheat?"

tommy shakes his head.

"did anyone break the law?"

now it's tommy's turn to arch an eyebrow at her. "even if we did, i wouldn't narc to a cop about it before the statute of limitations ran out."

she laughs at him. it's better than athena getting her scalpel out again. "those are the two things that would mean this mess was only one person's fault."

"the only two things?" tommy asks dubiously.

"the only ones that pertain to the two of you," athena assures him. "so, it's on both of you that you're broken up."

"great pep talk." tommy's voice is dry as the desert, partly on purpose and partly because he's — well, dehydrated.

"drink your tea." athena taps her fingers against the counter until he takes a drink. it's sweet enough to make his teeth ache, and tommy wonders when he told athena how he took it.

"so the thing about buck," she starts.

tommy tenses. he can't blame athena for taking advantage of the perfect opportunity to push. he's already off kilter and he's been avoiding the subject for weeks. if she hammers at the right weak spot he's going to crack. hell, at this point maybe he should — it's not as if anything else has been working for him.

"a lot of people would call him reckless. he has a tendency to run headfirst into situations that don't look great."

tommy shrugs. he can see why people might think that. the hurricane, the bees, riding a motorcycle into oncoming traffic with two flares and nothing else — he called evan impulsive once, but if you ask tommy that's not the same as reckless.

"and he does do that. but buck…" she trails off, leaning forward to make sure that tommy is looking at her. he stares back, almost afraid to breathe. "he's the best at risk assessment i've ever seen. and he does it faster than the rest of us, which is why he'll run into something when we're still trying to figure out if it's safe for us."

oh fuck. forget breathing, tommy wants to throw up. he doesn't, because the last time he threw up he was worried about telling sal he was gay. (it was fine.) he catches athena edging away from the table and waves a hand. he's fine. "i'm pretty sure this is one of those things you aren't supposed to be telling me."

"tommy," athena says firmly, "you basically had a panic attack about sleeping with your ex. and it's not like buck's been walking on sunshine since…"

"last week."

athena frowns and taps her finger against the table. "hmm," she nods to herself. "he's been even worse about that long."

tommy gets hung up on the even. even worse. that means that he was… what? upset about the breakup? something else? evan had mentioned eddie leaving and maddie being kidnapped, and tommy knows that wouldn't have been easy to deal with, but he'd never mentioned missing tommy. true, they hadn't exactly done a lot of talking after they'd gotten to the house, but — "what do you mean, worse?"

"you didn't really think that he was all sunshine and roses about being dumped, did you?" athena rolls her eyes.

"we weren't—"

"—serious?" athena finishes for him. "bullshit. buck hasn't had a casual relationship in the eight years that i've known him." she pauses, considering tommy again. "did you think this was casual? because if you did, this conversation isn't going to be helpful."

"no! no, i thought—" tommy stares at the table. moves evan's book. puts it back. "one day he'll realize i'm not this great guy he thinks i am. he'll be embarrassed. i'll be…" left in the lurch.

"i was embarrassed to take bobby out in public at the beginning. here i was, freshly divorced, gay ex-husband, dating a white boy," she pauses for a moment, inviting tommy in on the joke, "i wasn't supposed to be having fun. i was supposed to be suffering, because that's what happens when you get divorced. i got over it, obviously. but i had to stop worrying what people who weren't in my relationship might think about it first."

[femmenature]

Devoted to you

The creator of this content does not speak English, constructive criticism on grammar is welcome😭

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader (without a house specified)

Summary: You and Mattheo aren't serious. But seeing you in class talking so animatedly with another guy makes his feelings take an unexpected turn.

Warnings: Bad words, mentions of sexual topics (almost none)

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Mattheo usually didn't pay attention in class, his only role was to occasionally annoy Theodore. But now? He'd never been so focused, watching everything you did, the way you looked at the idiot sitting next to you. The way your eyelashes fluttered, causing him to constantly need to see you. The way one of your legs was draped over the other, lifting your skirt. The way your hair was positioned in the perfect place, a small strand falling across your face as if it had been an paid actor to make you look even more beautiful and romantic. The way your perfume filled the classroom, making it impossible to ignore it, to ignore you. Your laughter filled every corner of his mind, but knowing that you weren't laughing with him, but with someone else, made his hands tremble with envy, with anger. A sigh of longing escaped his lips, and a look of need for you appeared, unwilling and unable to hide it.

"What the hell are you doing?" He thought to himself. He knows you're not in a relationship with him, he knows it's nothing serious, so why did he let this feeling get this far? Why did he let it go so deep? Now he knows that by not saying it, by hiding it, his body is starting to give it away. The vein in his neck, his trembling hands, his labored breathing, the anguish in his chest, his clenched jaw and his piercing eyes on you. It's impossible to hide it, he's desperate. And on the other hand, he wondered how the hell you're not feeling the same as him, how can you be talking to someone else when you both know each other so well, so deeply. And it's not just about the sex and the passion in bed anymore. Was it casual when you listened to his family's problems while he lay on your chest? When he cried sitting on your bed waiting for you to appear, knowing that you were the only one who knows about his darkness, about his father?

When he could no longer hide his pain, Mattheo abruptly stood up from his seat, earning a couple of glances, though he was only interested in yours. He didn't care, since all he needed was to get out of there right now. When he was finally able to escape the classroom, he walked quickly through the empty hallways, since everyone was in class, where he should be. But a voice made him stop in his tracks, and the only one who can do that is you, he knows it very well.

"Mattheo, what's going on? Why did you leave like that?" Your voice comes out in a wary tone. You're worried, he never did that, he always seemed so cool and carefree. Even though you know him, you know him too well for that action to go unnoticed. You know he didn't leave like that because he was bored with class or because he was having a rebellious moment; it's more than that.

Without turning around, Mattheo spoke to you calmly, trying to control his voice so you wouldn't find out what was really wrong with him. "It's nothing, go back to class. I don't feel like being there, so I just left. You can tell them I feel bad or some lie like that." You rolled your eyes, knowing it was bullshit. Why would he lie to you now? Knowing so much about each other, what is he hiding from you that it's so serious? "Seriously, you expect me to believe your excuse?"

"I don't expect anything from you. I saw you were having fun, so I don't mean to interrupt," he snapped. Your shoulders tensed, and you watched as his fists clenched, trying to hold back the words eager to escape his throat. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? And turn around if you're going to accuse me of stupid things, Mattheo."

His body turns slowly, looking into your eyes. He couldn't help but love the way you command him, the way you control him so effortlessly, the way you have him wrapped around your fingers. He needs you to keep playing with him like he's your puppet. He'd let you do whatever you want to him, but he doesn't say it. He can't tell you, he can't look weak in front of everyone, in front of you. But the truth is, he's devoted to you. Every word, every order, every complaint, every step you take toward him is a dagger in his chest. Your face is the most sacred art to him; he'd tear down every painting at Hogwarts to fill them with you. Your legs, your hands, your lips, your eyes.

His eyes remained fixed on you, the brightness in them evident every thought that crossed his mind. With a small, frustrated whisper, he finally spoke. "Am I really nothing to you? Because I'm going crazy just looking at you and you seem so... cold about it." Your eyebrows raised for a second, unable to maintain a neutral face while listening to him. "What are you talking about? You started this by establishing that we're not serious at all, in fact, that we never will be."

"I know, I know what I said. But that was before I knew you, really knew you. Before I didn't know how sweet your voice was when you tried to cheer me up. I didn't know how soft your hands were when you caressed my face. I didn't know that someone could wake up so beautiful and I didn't know that each one of my sighs would be eternally dedicated to you. The time we spent together during these months changed me, like my face has never been so good since you came into my life, without all those injuries. Everyone asks me why I don't get into fights like before, and even I surprise myself. Until I remember who I do it for, I do it for you and that is reason enough to stop. You are reason enough for everything you want me to do, just tell me, tell me what I have to do to be only yours because truly I don't want anyone else"

Your body is drawn to his words, your steps moving closer to him, standing face to face. You couldn't hide your smile, how could you? This is the moment you've been waiting for. "First, I want to make something clear. I wasn't having fun in class, I laughed at the jokes he told out of obligation, I didn't want to be that bad either. I think you know my real laugh well enough to know that it was fake." His face relaxes, letting out his characteristic smirk. "Second: you don't need to do anything, Mattheo Riddle. I was yours the moment you asked my name so confidently. Although I tried to avoid it, I guess the rumors are true. You're irresistible," you said the last bit ironically, while he let out a small laugh, rolling his eyes. "So... is this the right time to ask you to be my girlfriend? Or do I have to make a fool of myself again, but this time in front of the entire Hogwarts dining hall? Because if you want, I will." You tilt your head slightly, looking into his eyes, still with a smile on your face. "Come here, idiot." You pull him by the tie and kiss his lips, which you knew so well, but now it's different. Now it's better, because he's yours.

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I owed this to my Harry Potter girls. 🫡💚

Maybe I'll release one of Van's today! Again, I apologize if I misspelled anything!

[mistytanzanite]

Would love to see hcs about dating Toby in an AU where he’s a university student or something!

Dating Toby in college!

p.s. this is a MDNI account! So if any minors are reading this, please don't! :(

small warning for a sentence with a mention of sex

I’m gonna yap a bit about the backstory before I get into dating him.

So with a college AU, it would most likely be some sort of AU where he never killed his dad. Instead, Toby ran away the second he graduated high school, desperate to get away from Denver.

Since he’s from Colorado, he probably goes as far as possible from it, probably going northeast. Let’s say Massachusetts, since it’s high in education ranking. I can see him majoring in social work, so he can get a job with CPS, wanting to help kids get out of abusive homes.

He works part time as well to pay off student loans, although he doesn’t get many hours since his boss is a dick who sees his tics as a hindrance. 

You meet Toby in class one day, two loners who need a partner for a project. Toby is distant at first, having trust issues due to bullying. You’re patient with him, not saying anything bad about his tics, and just focus on the project.

That gives him a good first impression of you, since a lot of people are annoyed, disgusted, or make fun of him for his tourettes. But you don’t give a shit, and he feels…normal.

The two of you exchange numbers and at first, only talk about the project as you both work on it. Then, near the end of it, you make a casual comment about a movie you wanted to see soon. Toby says he also wanted to see it, so you surprise him by buying two tickets, giving him one.

The movie is nice. He’s nervous, never having hung out with someone before. Afterward, the two of you talk about it. He sees you imitating some of the fight scenes, and laughs.

The two of you form a friendship after that. You whisper to each other in class. You eat outside together. Slowly, he opens up to you about his past. You share your own struggles. 

He develops a crush on you sometime in the second semester of knowing you. He gets highly embarrassed, beating himself up for falling for you when you had only been friendly to him. He starts to avoid you, guilty for having a crush. 

“Hey Toby, what’s-”

 “SORRYGOTTAGOBYE”

 “Wait, what?”

It isn’t until you damn near corner him after a month of this that he goes beet red and stumbles over his words that he likes you. He keeps apologizing as you walk up to him, and then interrupt him with a kiss to the cheek.

His brain stops functioning after that. You sigh, and tell him it was obvious, but you wanted to be nice and let him figure his own shit out.

He buries his face in his hands, so ashamed of himself. 

You start dating after that. Toby is shy at first, with you being his first romantic partner. He doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing, at all. He’s trying his best lol.

He has a big ol’ smile on his face when you hold his hand as you both walk to class. It makes the rest of his day feel more bearable. Got a little pep in his step.

Despite his shyness, he tries to initiate. He initiates the first kiss. Asking you on an actual date. Having sex in his dorm while his roommate is at a party. 

Toby is the kind of boyfriend that doubles as your best friend. Gets invested in whatever drama you tell him about. Likes to talk shit about annoying classmates with you. 

He jots down his plans for the future with you, deciding on where to live with you, where you both can get jobs with your degrees, what kind of house you’ll be getting, what the wedding would be like…he’s a sap lol.

All in all, college! Toby would be a really good boyfriend, you just need to be patient with him.

[trappedinafantasy37]

I am sure many of you are aware by now that Minthara's Speak with Dead lines now have her mentioning a daughter. She did have these lines back in EA that were since removed on final release, but have now been reintroduced with Patch 8. @baldursyourgate did bring up a very good point that we could potentially be dealing with another breakup scenario where these lines were readded by "mistake" and may be reverted in a future hotfix. The only thing that has me feeling a bit sus is that unlike the breakup, tweaks to Minthara's Speak with Dead lines were mentioned in the Patch notes this time.

However, these notes are vague. Her dialogue "makes more sense" in Act 2? I don't quite recall precisely what they were before, but I'm pretty sure her lines made sense. But, this does indicate that Larian did deliberately change her SWD dialogue. There are one of two possibilities I can think of, 1) they intentionally reverted back to her EA lines where she mentions a daughter or 2) they recorded new SWD lines entirely but accidentally reverted to the old ones rather than add the new ones (although there is no indication of new recorded lines). If #2 is true, we can expect a future hotfix to wipe this one away. Another more anecdotal thing I want to mention is that Larian tends to respond to mass public opinion. I wasn't on Tumblr when the breakup went down, but I was on Reddit. And that period of time was the most any of the BG3 subreddits talked about Minthara, and most were not pleased with the breakup. It did not take too long for Larian to undo the breakup. Right now, it's almost as if Reddit is unaware of the new SWD lines even though some subreddits do, uh... enjoy the idea of Milfthara. Since there isn't a massive social response to it, I have my doubts Larian will do anything.

As a Minthara enjoyer, it gets very frustrating to have each new patch recharacterize her. It would genuinely piss me off if they take her baby away... AGAIN. We know this will be the last patch, but there will still be hotfixes for a little while. As excited as I was yesterday, I am going to reserve calling this canon until Larian completely moves on from BG3 (even though it is canon in my heart).

However, if this dialogue remains, it creates a continuity error with Minthara's character as she never mentions having a child while she is alive. She only mentions the kid if she is dead. But, it's not like I've recombed through all her dialogue with this new Patch and Death Domain Daedra just barely woke up on the beach so give her a minute. So far, the theory most have is Minthara keeps her daughter a secret to protect her. But, I do not see any reason why she would withhold info on her daughter to a romanced player.

Minthara does actively grieve her home and says she will miss it until the day she dies. She could, of course, be grieving a daughter she will never see again. But I would think that if she had a child, she would not resign so quickly on the idea of never going home. From the moment you recruit her, all her future speak is of her remaining on the surface. She really really wants to kill her mom, but accepts she never will because she accepts never going home again. Even at the end of the game, she still plans to live on the surface. You are the one who has to bring up returning to the Underdark and her sole intent is to kill her mother. That honestly would be the most appropriate moment to mention she has a daughter waiting for her at home.

It also isn't like Minthara to be so witholding either, even if her intent is to keep her daughter safe. But, once she reads your mind, she knows with certainty that you are a safe person to tell. Minthara also very much likes knowing your intent, and she explains her intent to you often. So she wouldn't hide her intent to retrieve her daughter if she goes to the Underdark with you. Yes, she does go to the Underdark on her own if not romanced. But I think she is compelled to go down there for a completely different reason and not for a child.

So, we have a Minthara who supposedly has a child, but never mentions one unless she is dead. Minthara is also very open about her life in the Underdark, but never once talks about how motherhood affected her life. And she never speaks of a kid to a romanced player when returning to the Underdark, the one person in the world who should know that they are about to be a stepparent. This child creates nothing but contradictions. Personally, I do headcanon she had a child anyway regardless of what Larian says. She is 200+ years old, has admitted to having many sexual partners, and would have had the expectation by her house to have a child at some point. I have thought this exact contradiction through many times over. My theory is that Minthara does not mention having a daughter because while the Absolute was erasing her, it also erased her memory of having a daughter. "Well, technically the lines happen if she dies after the Absolute torture." Ssshhhhhhhhh... I'm going to ignore that because this is the only way all of this works in my brain.

[tangentiallly]

the way he thinks about how he wants to know the truth here - i can FEEL so much of how he really, really wants to tell her, about the truth about himself, about why he's doing this. gaoshun is thinking about maomao's usefulness on their side and jinshi probably partially considered that as well (yes he's down bad but he's also, in many ways, a very logical, rational guy who analyzes things - maomao will also acknowledge this point about him multiple times later on). but aside from that, he just - wants her to know the real him. to know why he's doing this. wants her to understand ...... and his voice here just really gets to me. he so so so wants her to see the true side of him.

and, at this point maomao's very much "i don't want to know therefore i will NOT know" "i don't want to get into trouble by knowing anything that someone of my position shouldn't know". which is understandable - but also, it's interesting to note that, when she first knew him, she saw through his fakeness immediately, and when she saw his mask slipped she liked that side of him better.

as the series progressed she no longer was in the "i don't want to know anything" mindset. in LN9 we saw her reaction to Jinshi telling about about why he arranged his selection of personnel to go to the West that way.

even though her first thought was how she wished jinshi would treat her the same way he treated the quack, of not sharing anything unpleasant and just making the decisions without informing her, she immediately rejected the idea in her mind. she went on to think that he thought it would be best, and she herself also felt that this made her position easier, knowing the logic behind the decisions and her options available to her. she thinks of him as quite capable.

i just .... love how jinshi want to be real with her, want to be honest with her, and how maomao went from "i don't want to know anything i'm not noticing anything" to appreciating (sort of) him telling her his motives and reasonings.

"it was much easier to accept the answers he arrived at, even if they weren't perfect, knowing he thought things through". i am overwhelmed by so many feelings i love them.

maomao's reaction to the personnel selection for travelling west, in a way reminds me of what happened earlier in the same book (LN9) / last part of previous book. the branding. in both cases, maomao understood (whether through his explanation or her own grasp of the situation) why he did what he did, even if she's not pleased about it. she's pretty mad on both accounts, actually. she's angry he hurt himself in the branding incident (and also thinks he's selfish in doing so when the gyokuyou's and lihua's sons are both still so young), and she's angry at the personnel selection, of how jinshi used her to rope lakan in because he wants lakan's opinion on the west's situation and also because the western capital requested lakan, and now that she has to travel with lakan amongst the group, having to put up with lakan's presence.

but despite her anger - she still thought she could understand why he did what he did. still considered his decision logical and well-thought - and even considerate to her in a way. in the branding case, because maomao has expressed her reluctance at becoming the empress's enemy. in the travelling west case, she understood that he also did it for her safety, for lakan has many enemies that might try to do something to maomao, if left in the capital. in both cases, she recognized that he evaluated the situation from multiple angles, combining different goals together, different things he wanted to achieve and take care of, and put together a plan that satisfied all that. in both cases she acknowledged to herself that he acted based on a lot of considerations and logic, and it's not impulsive. and that he has thought about her in both cases. she's still mad, but she understood. jinmao my beloved .......

[tellafairy]

if i delete this account(which i won't cause idc about this debate that much lol), i'll still have everything i manifested, and continue to manifest. i'll still shift realities. but it's like, i don't understand what y'all think i could possibly get out of lying? explain to me. i don't make money on here, i haven't made any friends or anything on here, so what would i get out of lying? ouuu tumblr followers so impressive 👻 girl be serious

i take the time out of my life to share my experiences and beliefs because i know they help others gain confidence in their ability and opens their mind. ive been very venerable on here in the past and shared how i turned my life around without effort in my darkest times — and i try to help others do the same. god forbid i don't enjoy fueling the societal norm of suffering. if ur not open minded idk why youd spend ur time on loa accounts... ur doing the damage to urself.

also yes. i stated that people who don't believe in loa but, HARASS PEOPLE WHO DO BELIEVE IN IT, are haters. cause that's wtf they are ? 😹 i wish y'all would just admit when you don't believe in something or someone, instead of trying to make everyone else out as crazy. also stop whining about needing "photo proof" "or "actual evidence" outside of words. there's lots. but y'all STILL find a way to claim it's fake. yall was in my inbox for weeks saying all the photo sucess stories from other people i shared were fake... so i stopped trying to prove anything. i also think it's beyond entitled to expect others to break their privacy just so you can have proof of something. when i have people telling me to harm myself in my inbox and others threatening to doxx me, or saying disgusting things about my partner — who mind you i've only mentioned a few times, why would i ever post myself or anything that could possibly be private ? like some of y'all r crazy ... i'm good

i do think it's warranted for me to be a little aggravated or somewhat mean when responding to these stupid paragraphs, because i've been answering the same questions since 2024, i've explained my belief system and my experiences with loa/shifting in every possible way. if you don't believe me by now, if you go through all of my posts and you STILL question me, then that's on you. no where did i ever state that i "expect" you all to believe me. why would i? who are you? what am i suppose to say when y'all accuse me of lying when i've answered every possible question surrounding my manifestations already. like okay u don't think it's real.... great job... now what...

anyways, stop putting words into my mouth, stop talking about me and my life as if it's made up. i don't care if you believe in it or not, but have some respect and speak to me like a fucking person or don't speak at all.

[maghendearey]

Lucky charm

When friendship turns into love. Lando Norris x reader

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Masterlist

2006 Glastonbury

"Honey, hurry up!" my mother's voice rang out. She'd been pestering me for minutes, but I couldn't decide which toy to bring. I actually didn't want to meet up with my mother's friend and her son. After she kept pestering and pestering, we finally managed to reach her friend's house with only a slight delay. It was beautiful. The yellow of the house had faded slightly, but it still looked elegant. The green of the garden looked beautiful, and I was already looking forward to playing in it later. When Mom rang the doorbell, I noticed myself getting nervous. Suddenly, a friendly, smiling woman opened the door. She hugged my mother before kneeling down in front of me. "You must be Y/N. It's nice to finally meet you. Lando is already excited to meet you. Should I take you upstairs to him?" she asked kindly, holding out her hand. I looked up at Mom, what should I do? But when she just nodded, I took the hand that was extended to me and followed her upstairs. When we reached the end of the stairs, she stopped in front of a door, knocked softly once before pushing down the doorknob, allowing me a glimpse into the room. A large bed, lots of toys scattered on the floor, all small cars, and on the walls hung photos of people with large prizes in their hands or photos of cars. Then my gaze slid to the boy who was sitting on the Sitting on the floor, he had a red car in his hand with the number 1 on the front. The boy himself had short brown hair, gray eyes, and rosy cheeks. He smiled shyly before walking over to me. "Hi, I'm Lando. Do you like cars?" he asked directly, and I had to smile. This boy definitely liked cars." I introduced myself. "I don't know if I like cars that much." The boy shook his head indignantly, as if wondering how anyone didn't like cars. "And Formula 1?" he wanted to know. "What is Formula 1?" I asked, having never heard of it. This time, the boy looked more as if I had just told him that I didn't know that grass was green or the sun was yellow. "How can you not know Formula 1? I have to tell you everything!" He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the wall with the pictures. First, he pointed to the picture of a man with light brown hair, a big smile, and he was holding a Helmet like a motorcycle helmet in the hand. "That's the best F1 driver, Michael Schumacher"...

2007 Norris Family Home

I had seen him almost every day for the past few months. We did everything together. One couldn't exist without the other. I even accompanied Lando to kart tracks a few times. But today we were both sitting at his house looking at our English books. We were supposed to read a text, which Lando hated. I tried to help him because I was actually pretty good at it. "Lan, you have to put the letters together. Then the word makes sense," I tried, but it didn't seem to help. "Why does it have to be so boring? Why can't it be a text about Formula 1?" he complained.

I smiled, because he was always interested in anything other than F1. "Lan, why are you so interested?" I wanted to know. I had never asked him that before. "Because one day I'll be world champion," he said, smiling confidently...

2013, a race track in England

Lando had been pulling me around the track for minutes, and my legs were starting to hurt. "Lan, what are you looking for?" I asked, already exhausted. "Max! He's my friend, you'll love him," Lando said, and when he finally saw the boy, he ran over and pulled me along. The boy was our age and was wearing a racing suit like Lando already had. When he saw me and Lando, he smiled, "Hello, I'm Max, and you?"...

2014 KF Championship, Essay

I cheered and encouraged Lando. He was driving fast, and I was almost certain he would win. And then, then he did. He crossed the finish line fastest. And finally, standing on the highest step of the podium, a man handed him a trophy almost as big as him. Lando smiled at me, he looked so proud, and he deserved it. He had worked so hard. Finally, he climbed off the podium and He ran to me, hugged me, and I hugged him. When we separated, he quickly leaned forward. He briefly placed his lips on mine before quickly pulling away. We both blushed, and I felt a tingling sensation on my lips. "Thank you for being my lucky charm," he admitted.

2024 Summer Break Yacht on the Water off Greece Over the years, my friendship with Lando grew into a large group of friends, including Max, Ria, and many others, which evolved into a small team of YouTubers. Nevertheless, my friendship with Lando was still the strongest, but over time, I realized that I liked and wanted him more than just friends. I'd actually known that since our kiss in 2014. But I couldn't tell him, it would ruin everything, right? Today, we all spent a beautiful day together. Swimming, sunbathing, and diving overnight on the water. Soft music was playing, the sun had already set, and our voices were the only faint sounds. I was gently leaning against Lando, my head on his shoulder. He was on his phone, watching TikTok. He had already yawned several times, and finally, Max asked if he wanted to just go to bed. "It would probably be better." Lando said, stood up, gave me a kiss on the cheek like he always did, and went to bed with the words, "Sleep well." He went inside the boat, and my eyes followed him, staying on him until I could no longer see him. When he was gone, I played with the half-empty beer bottle until Max and Ria suddenly sat down next to me. "So, how are you?" Max asked me, looking at me with a hint of amusement. "Good, why?" I asked, slightly confused. "Come on, what's going on between you and Lando?" Ria demanded. "Nothing," I admitted. "Unfortunately," I added. "Oh, that sounds interesting, come on, tell me," Max demanded, and finally I did…

Today, filming a new video for YouTube. We sat around a table with jars of disgusting food on it. We all had to answer questions one after the other. Lando, who was able to get out of trouble, read them to us. They were all nasty or embarrassing. If we didn't want to answer them, we had to eat the things in front of us. A few rounds had already passed, and we were being asked nasty questions. I had already refused one and had to eat fried marden instead. Now it was my turn again. Lando pulled the piece of paper toward him and read it out loud. "What did you tell Max and Ria on the boat in Greece?" he said amusedly. He didn't know what it was, but he liked it when I told him my secrets. Actually, I didn't have many, except that I loved him. My gaze wandered back and forth between Max and Ria, who also beamed at me amusedly. But for another reason, they wanted me to tell Lando ever since I told them. That must have been how they posed the question. I couldn't answer that, so my hand slid to the glass on the table in front of me and looked inside to see what I should eat. When I looked inside, I gagged. It was a balut, and the egg was already open at the top so I could see the inside—you could see the little bird's beak. I reached for it, trembling, and felt tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn't eat it, it was Horrible. Lando put his hand on my knee and rubbed it soothingly. "It's okay, you don't have to eat it, maybe you should answer it after all," Lando finally demanded. I looked up at him, my lip trembling slightly. "I, I told Ria and Max that I've loved you since we were kids." I admit. Lando looked at me in shock, his face had turned white and any hope I had left me. He didn't say anything, just started. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I didn't want to embarrass myself by crying in front of him, so I jumped up and pushed past the others. Max tried to grab my hand to hold on, but I pulled away. I rushed out of the house, to my car and drove off quickly. I was actually driving aimlessly, but eventually I ended up at a spot by the sea. Lando and I had often been there together as kids.

2 hours later, spot by the sea I was crying, screaming, and hitting the sand. I was really glad that the beach was less well-known and that only a few people came by, because anyone who saw me would think I was crazy. Because the sand and the waves muffled all the sounds around me, I didn't hear anyone approaching until I suddenly saw a shadow in the sand. I looked up; it was Lando. His eyes were also slightly red and swollen; he must have been dilated. He quickly took off his jacket because, unlike me, he was wearing a sweater underneath, whereas because of my quick action I was only wearing a T-shirt and not even a jacket. He put it over my shoulders and plopped down next to me in the sand, pulling me close. I considered breaking away, pulling me away, but I just let him hold me. We sat there in silence for a few minutes and those minutes turned into hours; the sun was already setting over the sea. Suddenly he leaned forward and kissed me, like he had years ago. I was shocked, but kissed me back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overwhelm you," I apologized after we had broken the kiss. "Forget it. I love you too. You're my lucky charm," he said, just like he had done back then. We stayed like that for hours, excited about what was to come.

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[mzyjxu]

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‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅‧₊˚ ⋅

It became a routine.

After that first night, Gojo Satoru kept coming back with injuries.

Bruised knuckles. Split lips. Scrapes down his ribs. Sometimes he came with a limp, sometimes just with blood on his shirt.

"Satoru, you know we can report to the police, they beat you nearly every day," You told him one day, standing behind him, cleaning his wound.

"Huh?" Satoru asked, confused.

"See, you don't have to tell me how you got into trouble with these guys who beat you up, but just know that we can go to the police, they are beating you every other day Satoru and why don't you ever defend yourself- I mean you are 6'2 or something and in a perfectly healthy physique just stand straight and they won't reach you -oh should I teach you some moves oh my god we should do that I got some real good moves like real good Satoru trust me,,,….wait a minute- have you done anything illegal that's why you can't go to the police?!” you rambled.

Satoru chuckled, amused by how you were rapping-worrying-ranting to him.

“What..?” you pout, offended by how he was not taking your concerns seriously.

“Y/N, I really appreciate you for thinking so much about me but please don't worry, its my job” Satoru tried to reassure you.

“Your job?” you asked him getting more confused by seconds.

“Yeah, my job, I am a detective- well junior one, but its all the same, hehe” Satoru snickers.

“A detective? You are a detective?” you asked him sounding skeptical.

“Yeah, why do you think I get hurt all the time, well its a top secret but the area that you live in miss, is not very safe, I mean my seniors do push me to be the scapegoat by making me investigate the most risky areas but I like to think that I am capable and much more smarter than them…..” He keeps on rambling.

“I thought you were a drug dealer” you confessed, suppressing your laughter.

“EXCUSE ME MADAME?!” he asked in mock outrage, clutching his chest like you’d just mortally wounded him. “Is it the leather jacket? The bruises? The FACE?? Oh please don't tell me its the face”

You burst out laughing, wheezing “It was *gasps* it was the fact that I found you in front of a dumpster”

“I am offended, soo offended” he mumbled, feigning annoyance, but when he saw you laughing uncontrollably he couldn't help but smile.

You calmed down, “Then why do you come to me? You must have all the emergency doctors in your station or something”

“Well, the station doesn't have such a pretty doctor…and I'm helping you in a way, you know making you more experienced” he claims

“Yeah yeah sure Toru” his nickname slipped out without you even noticing.

He did notice it, cheeks heating up and red, he never thought that he could ever be this happy, genuinely happy.

۶ৎ۶ৎ ۶ৎ۶ৎ۶ৎ۶ৎ۶ৎ ۶ৎ۶ৎ ۶ৎ۶ৎ۶ৎ۶ৎ۶ৎ ۶ৎ۶ৎ ۶ৎ۶ৎ۶ৎ۶ৎ۶ৎ

It was pouring outside, the rain coming down so hard it erased the city in a blur. “When will this season end” you hummed, you were making coffee when there was a knock on the door—not the quiet, bruised tap Satoru usually gave, but hurried. Urgent.

You opened it to find him drenched, jacket soaked through, face scratched, a faint bruise blooming on his cheekbone. But what caught your eye wasn’t the blood—it was the tiny bundle in his jacket.

A kitten.

Soaked. Shivering. Barely moving. A tiny kitten. Grey kitten.

“She was in the alley,” he said. His voice was hoarse. “I couldn’t just leave her there.”

You blinked, and something in tickled in your chest.

“Come in,” you said immediately, stepping aside.

You quickly dried then draped her in a soft towel and putting her infront of the heater, Satoru stood there watching you carefully, after some time she softly meowed, your prepared some warm powder milk, finally looking at him "She is okay Toru, she is just a little hurt and hungry" you reassured him.

Satoru let out a breath like he’d been holding it for hours.

“You did good,” you said softly.

"Yeah i brought you a injured kitten today, for a change, you know instead of a injured human" Satoru jokes lightening the mood.

"I am happy with both" you smiled

"I gotta go now" Satoru said grabbing his jacket.

“Stay,” you said gently, almost without thinking.

He looked up, startled. “What?”

“It’s raining hard. You’re exhausted. The couch is too small. Just sleep here tonight, I have some clothes that will fit you.”

He hesitated. “Where?”

“I have the little folding cot—”

He looked like he wanted to protest, but he didn’t. He just nodded.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

The bedroom smelled like warmth and soap. The rain beat against the windows like a lullaby.

You lay curled on the bed in your oversized shirt, watching him sofly petting the sleeping kitten infront of the heater.

“You should’ve let me sleep on the floor,” he muttered.

“No, its cold", you replied, your voice soft, gazing him. "Oh, let's name her"

"Nice idea, what do you think?" he asked

"What about Madam Purie, you know purr plus ee?" you suggested

"You are really obsessed with Madam Curie y/n" he softly laughs "But madam purr-ie sounds weak, we need that purr…" he wondered

"What about Madam Purria?" you asked him unsure

"Madam Purria, not bad- Madam Purr....shia? Madam Purrshia?" he asked excitedly.

"Toru its perfect! Purrshia, lets do Lady Purrshia, it sounds more majestic and she is royalty, look at her sleeping infront of the heater- in fine soft towel, that's royalty, I don't even turn the heater on for myself, we are her peasants” you exclaimed

“Exactly, look at her face *pokes her ear gently* so ladylike, “Yeah, who is ladylike huh, who is royalty yup that's you that's my Lady Purrshia” talking to her in babyvoice.

She purred softly, “Good job, poor thing you must be so scared its okay you are here you are safe, this house has some magical power babygirl, look at that lady laying on the bed- she is a witch…” he whispers to her comically.

“Satoru…” you giggle, “You are such a cat dad”

“Cat dad? That's my child, she will take my inheritance” he defended himself with a pout.

You smiled looking at him, he finally opened up to you, your patient has finally healed.

You both slowly drifted in sleep.

And as for Lady Purrshia, she didn't have a clue that she was going to be the main character of your lives.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪

note: thank you so much for reading, again pardon any mistakes and flaws, I will improve, lobe ya~~~~

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