#Tom Mason is not responsible

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She accidentally got pregnant again?

Weaver spent five seasons with no sex life and (I repeat) the only doctor accidentally got pregnant twice?

Okay, this was not nearly the dumpster fire BSG turned into. I can watch it over and over.

But I think it did end stupidly.

[oh-saints]

sweetest devotion (p.8)

they did start this whole circus with a marriage of conveniences. little did mason and serena know was how convenient they had become during this marriage…

playboy!mason mount x princess!OC wc: 3.5k tw:  only as warned under masterlist but none for this chapter, except for a long read ahead! note: I am deeply apologetic for delaying this for far too long, but a virus came into me and almost paralysed me. but an excuse is an excuse, and a promise is a promise so here you go! the long-awaited chapter for our favourite star-crossed couple and I hope this made up for all the times you miss mason x serena. but as usual, I happen to have inspirations whenever dawn is approaching so this is not proof-read yet! tags: @pingyu-in-wonderland @808heartz @ironmaiden1313 @myreveriie @kathb59 (let me know if you want to be added!) < part 7 here - part 9 TBA (hopefully within the next 2 weeks) sweetest devotion masterlist

if, when mason decided to step on the throttle and married serena earlier this year, any of you shot mason in the head with the fact that mason would get along very well with serena on the last trimester of her pregnancy, mason would spit in your face. without a doubt, without hesitation.

“i need your help,”

such simplistic sentence was not supposed to do any harm to mason’s body, but it did—it always does, without his consent—and the footballer had to regulate his breathing to conceal the devastating effect serena effortlessly brought upon him.

being amicable with serena was never in his bingo cards. let alone this.

mason mount was only supposed to partake his share of responsibility towards his own child. the fact that he might be able to save serena from an impending death sentence, should she be discovered with a child out of wedlock, was a bonus.

naturally, with that in mind and a divorce at the end of the deal, he didn’t expect to be more than co-parenting partners at best.

“what is it?”

but now, he could only count his blessing amongst the stars, for no one had shot him with such incredulous prediction of his future, so mason didn’t have to apologize to anyone for having spat on their face. because mason and serena was co-habitating even better than expected, way much better than even the both of them would like to admit.

“i can’t reach for the pan.”

mason laughed a genuine one, the warmth replacing the initial electric shock. serena frowned a deeper pout, adding more heat all over mason’s body despite firing up the furnace earlier, resulting mason to plaster a wide smile still on his face as he did what he was instructed. “there you go, princess.”

they weren’t supposed to fall into this—whatever “this” might be. the sense of familiarity, comfort… all mixed up in one unknown territory they didn’t want to explore but know well enough that they had plunged themselves in.

as much as they denied themselves from the reality, though, they had indeed deviated from their own terms of being amicable. they had certainly gotten themselves more comfortable around each other than intended; it was as if they had found the rhythm on their feet and had fallen together into a song to dance together. serena cooks, mason grocery-shops. mason drives everywhere, serena massages him before they retreat to their respective bedroom. mason plays a home game, serena watches from the family box. serena has a foot aching or swollen, mason is ready with a warm-water footbath. serena catches an occasional or residual morning sickness, mason knows where the ginger crackers are. mason talks, serena listens.

what a contrary to the so-called first dance they displayed for the rest of the world to believe. back then, serena was lucky to not have stepped on mason’s tom ford shoes, and mason was saved from critics highlighting his luckster steps ripping off the train of serena’s reception gown. that night, serena decided it might actually be better to have god save the princess instead as an alternate title to eldorran national anthem.

but despite the level of this newfound friendliness established between the two of them, there was still an enormous elephant in the room.

where are they in this relationship?

that is, if there was ever a sufficient word to describe their relationship. yes, they were married but are they a couple? if not, were they friends or were they just roommates?

mason would like to think the first one—for him, roommates were simply acquittances that could care less about other person’s whereabouts, and surely with the extent they had gone through together wasn’t merely hi, how are you? basis—but more often than not, serena did make him feel the reality was that mason was indeed still walking around the eggshells.

there were times when serena made him feel he was one step forward, two steps backwards. for example; while mason was more than happy to be labelled the yapping boyfriend per today’s standard of couple compatibility, serena was, in nature, a reserved person who speaks only when deemed necessary, so to have her sharing bits of her life while he was away for work could be seen as making a wide stride of progress. but in comparison to the earlier times when their communication was rather limited to texts—or rather, mason had limited their interaction—serena was far more welcoming then, in a sense that she was willing to inform him where she was going and whatnot when they were still practically strangers.

case two was, unfortunately, the most ironic of all.

mason and serena had made a habit to retreat to the living room after dinner, for whatever reason. be it simply watching the latest movie they didn’t have the chance to catch up, be it mason gaming while serena continued her journaling, be it serena accompanying mason while he was up to review the approach of an upcoming game, be it to have a light discussion about nursery, the upcoming doctor’s visit.

bottom line, the living room had turned into a shared premise for them, yet serena had never once invited mason over to her mini piano recital.

you might wonder why was mason upset over such a small—meaningless even for some—matter. but when your housemate bid you farewell for the night, only to sneak up the owner of the house later into the night to use the grand piano by the stairs—courtesy to his interior designer, who decided it’d be a nice sentimental touch to contrast the masculine theme of his house—it posed so many questions. not to mention, serena was annihilating the keys, madly punching the notes like she was screaming, very much unfit to the elegant divinire by Ludovico Einaudi.

mason had to give it to serena, though, for choosing this road. because others—most of the population, really—would only think she’s blessed with a musical talent, playing the black-and-white keys as if glue was stuck on the pads of her fingers, when in reality she was anything but destroying the classical piece.

layered with complexity, exactly like serena in person.

the next morning, mason woke up with a full determination to confront serena about it. only to be greeted by a sight of her mildly swollen eyes—mason might not be the brightest kid at school but her sisters made sure he was the top of class in the subject of “women 101”—so he’d forego whatever words about to be spilled on the tip of his tongue.  

but later, mason realised, he was glad he never made it known that he’d overheard her stellar performance. another night she’d sit down on the giant musical instrument and played a beautiful piece mason recognized from the black swan, yet it was mesmerizing for all the wrong reason. he remembered she’d gotten a call earlier from a palace, and her face expression had become sombre a bit, probably due to whatever the palace was saying.

he concluded that it had moulded into a pattern of habit whenever she was having a bad day—a way to let out her frustration. so mason stayed put, afraid he’d only distract serena. or worse, destroying her concentration flow. she worked hard to conceptualize this whole recital anyway, why should he ruin it?

other times when this happened, he’d sat on top of the stairs, hidden behind the nearest wall, as the princess took over the grandiose piano. and he had never recalled any other time when he failed to show up whenever she played her version of rendition to a modern classic piece because he knew it was serena’s only outlet to be herself. full of hidden angers and oppressed opinions, unable to express the way she truly feels because of all the royal restriction. in a way, he wanted to be there for her—good days, bad days, every day.

what a regal way to do so, whilst mason was the type to punch away the sandbag at the gym.

still, if her outmost genuine concern was not to disturb mason, and thus the midnight choice of time, she was certainly wrong. if serena thought mason would miss the elegant tunes flowing as the production result of her dainty fingers dancing on those black-and-white keys, she was certainly over-confident. mason might not be the mozart prodigy but he knows when one is supposed to depict sadness and anything alike.

but why would she conceal something as beautiful as that?

on another take, if she indeed didn’t want mason to know her habit: why? or was that why the notes she’d play was always heart-wrenchingly beautiful? because she didn’t want mason to hear anything whatever she had to say without words? because she didn’t want mason to know her deepest, most hidden secret that she was never happy here in the first place, no matter how hard mason had been trying to provide everything in this earthly realm in order to make her happier and healthier?

why didn’t she say anything, about anything at all really? in whatever relationship is—friendship, kinship—it always takes two to tango. and right now, serena was an even worse dance partner than their reception night.

just until when were they going to tango around the room, spinning endlessly?

“that was one hell of a performance.”

serena visibly jumped on her seat behind the piano, her eyes immediately looked for the source of sound. “mason,” she remained still, as she watched mason coming nearing her position. “do i wake you up?”

“no, i was only falling asleep when you started,”

“oh, no, i apologize—”

“no, no, no, i always like it whenever you play,” realising the slip of tongue that this was not the first time he’d heard her, mason might as well let out the remaining of the truth. “i like how you look when you play. free—of pressure, of opinions, of judgement… of the world, really. nothing else but you.”

there was a flash of surprise and fear. an equivalence of deer in the headlight in royal etiquette, mason presumed, before she turned away her head. “sounds like a selfish person to me.”

“if you’re a selfish person then you would’ve aborted our son the first moment you found out about him,” the speed of mason’s retaliation took serena by surprise. “but you didn’t. and that’s what i like about you, too.”

the amount of the word like coming out of mason’s mouth was seriously concerning serena. they were not supposed to like each other—amicable was what they agreed upon in the first place, given the situation and condition.

“can’t sleep?”

serena shook her head in response to mason’s question while her fingers reached for the cover of the piano, wanting to shut the lid and took her leave.

her intention had to be cancelled as mason took his spot beside her. “how are you feeling about tomorrow?”

ah, yes. the day she had been dreading.

tomorrow was the day serena had to fly back to eldorra, for her oldest brother’s wedding and her father’s abdication. the festivities wasn’t supposed to kick off until 5 days later, but serena had decided to fly in earlier because she thought she needed time to adjust back to the nitty-gritties of royal etiquettes, protocol and other royal affairs. it was a reasonable justification, both in the eyes of the palace and mason, considering she’d been away from the princess lifestyle for rather a while now, technically alone in London and bereft of any relatives but mason, both from his side of the family and especially hers.

in all honesty, serena was content with her life here, away from the spotlight and the pressure of a royal member. it was rather a life she’d been wishing to have since she was teenager. contrary to her image and popular belief that she was the friendliest member of the eldorran royal family, she wasn’t as good at mingling with any figure connected with power, politics and whatnot as she was mingling with her people.

an entire sequence of traditions was coming her way—for a wedding, abdication and coronation—so the level of social anxiety was guaranteed skyrocketing. this would mean mingling, meaningless chitchats, keeping two-faces intact, answering intruding questions, addressing false allegations, greeting and faking smiles to gold-digger spouses and so-called socialites FOR DAYS. good lord in heavens, please give me enough strengths to truck the atrocious days alone.

“are you sure you are not coming, mason?”

ah, yes. the breaking news, so shocking it headlined the eldorran gossip channels and tv programs for a week straight.

mason’s professional commitments required him to fly with his football club for an important match for several days, which coincidentally happened to fall during the series of pre-events leading to the wedding day of her brother. his attendance on the wedding day itself, the abdication and the coronation remained hanging for the public to guess—but they knew better.

the king, serena’s father, still harboured an ill feeling towards his only son-in-law. … mason didn’t even protest on that, given it was the prerogative of the king anyway, but her father made it well-known from their very first meeting in chelsea’s training ground that they’d never have a particular in-laws normalcy. mason remembered it very well, for he’d never been in the presence of a great power and authority flowing throughout the room that he’d wavered a little behind the mask he displayed.

mason flashed serena a bitter smile. “you know the answer to that, princess.”

“there is an answer to that, too, mason,” serena said, offering mason a slight grasp over his hand. “we can always use this special card of ours.”

the sight of serena looking down at her protruding belly, now unable to be hidden under various designs and styling, as her free hand stroking the ball of sunshine, never failed to warm mason’s entire body and soul. he would always feel warm and giddy, and proud and glad serena and their son was doing well each and every day, despite the rocky start.

“i’ll miss that when you’re away. you, playing the piano,” while another hand stroked gently over serena’s stomach, mason turned his occupied palm around to grip hers tightly, interlacing their fingers for the first time in forever. “i’ll miss this, too.”

“well—”

“i’ll miss you.”

what they had was orthodoxically special, indeed.

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

the house feels empty

serena didn’t know the exact time and place where this all had begun, the random texts. the timeline had become blurry since they had progressed into a friendlier terms, coming from a chain of texts that was similar to the ones shared between the owner of a house and its renter. but it had indeed become something she looked forward to during the day, a glimpse of how his day went so far—ben snores so much it hurts my ears; azpi’s so irritating in training today; or such. it filled a small space in her heart, longing for a dear friend.

but since the i’ll miss you happened, serena would be lying if she didn’t think that mason’s words were laced with something else. something beyond friendship, something she was afraid to find out, something she’d like to think non-existent so they could continue their beneficial partnership until their son was born.

in case you forget, your sound system is top notch.

act calm as usual, the head of royal etiquette always reminded her in cases where she faced a micro crisis. thus, her reply just now. she’d slip in a banter or two whenever mason sent her any text of grumbles, complaints, grunts on a usual basis.

as calm as she was, serena had to place a hand over her chest, exactly on top of her beating heart that was running rather irregularly now, while her other hand was busy slipping her phone discreetly back to her meticulously customised purse and her attention back to the ongoing discussion between two young heirs in front of her.

but of course, when she felt her phone vibrated again not long after sending her reply, serena couldn’t help but to succumb to temptation. she retreated to the corner of the room and hands were immediately reaching for the electronic device.

it’s still not the same you’re not here

for a full ten seconds, serena remained a statue. the only sign she was alive was the wide grin plastered across her face that the princess herself didn’t realise was there to begin with.

ah, shame we’re miles apart then.

it didn’t take a minute before another bubble popped up.

what if I tell you we’re no longer apart?

serena’s heart jumped from its long hibernation—she’d successfully managed to sedate them into a peaceful sleep during her time training again her old motoric as a royal princess—but she tried very hard to mask the stallion pace it was giving.

because in all honesty, serena would be lying if she didn’t wish mason was here by her side. the last state banquet she attended with mason a while back was enough of a proof that having an ally was better than no one at all. even when they weren’t exactly in the best term back then, and apart from the fact that he was only there to fulfil his end of deal.

should she mention the immense assurance she felt whenever mason’s hands were on her back, placed strategically to guide her through the maze of people wanting to formally greet her, or whenever mason’s hands were extended to reach her waist protectively while one or two people were ready to step on her feet?

alas, hope is a very powerful weapon and she’d wish not to yield it. not towards mason, at least. but before she could type out her reply to his text, her phone beeped once more and another blue bubble had popped up on her screen.

look around.

despite the early internal battle, serena did as she was told. and there he was, mason mount, looking dapper as ever with a complete, tailored suit like every other man in this ballroom—which should mean by fellow aristocrats, socialites, political figures amongst others. maybe mason was even more dashing than the rest of them because good god, his smiles as he greeted every one he met along the way down to reach serena…

it was polite but full of implied sneer, it was handsomely irritating somehow. it was captivatingly powerful too on the other hand, enough to put all the gossip and rumours spread by the palace down. it was a plain challenge to the king’s authority that didn’t allow him to be here in the first place without giving away too much insider information away.

“hello, there,” the multimillion-watt smile wasn’t wavering anytime soon, serena inferred, as he finally stopped his steps in front of her. now that he stood so close to her, she could see a thousand layers of emotion unravelling, but one thing struck more than other: he was very happy, with a bit of relief, that he was here. and that was enough of a reason for serena to reciprocate his—somehow, unbeknowingly—wider grin because she, in fact, shared the same sentiment.

for the first time in her life, despite being trained to stand up for herself diplomatically so, serena thermapolis was beyond elated to have found a true ally in this room full of fake courtesies, and that ally was her husband, no less. her stunning husband, fawned by several ladies in the background, whom she had grown more than fond of, with or without her acknowledgement, was here and that was all that mattered.

and the awful part was mason didn’t know what he did just obliterated her poor heart and rendered her speechless.

“you look like you could use a company. may i join you this evening?”

[chelseachilly]

THIS LOVE - chapter six | i wish you would come back

pairing: ben chilwell x reader

rating: T

word count: 1.8k

summary: ben's in ibiza with his friends, and he can't stop thinking about you...he just needs a little help figuring out why

A/N: long time no see! it's been a crazy few weeks - i moved, then i got sick, then work got super busy - so i'm sorry i haven't had time to update! i'm going on a little holiday this weekend so i wanted to get this out before i did 🩵 i hope you enjoy the switch up to ben's pov ;) xx

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Ben should be feeling like he’s on top of the world. He’s staying at a luxury villa in Ibiza with his best mates, coming off a big win and a goal for his country. He’s young, healthy, and successful. He should be enjoying life at the moment.

Instead, he just feels like shit.

He’s felt like shit from the moment you walked away from him at Wembley, declaring the end of your fake relationship. It felt like a knife to the gut when you left him standing there, unaware of what he did wrong, wanting so badly to chase after you but knowing he shouldn’t. 

He sat through an entire, agonizingly long dinner full of people celebrating and congratulating him on the goal, and all he wanted was to pull out his phone and call you to make sure you were okay. 

The next morning, Mason, Harvey, Tom and Woody practically dragged him to the airport and onto the private plane they’d booked weeks ago. It’s a rare week off for both Ben and Mason, so they wanted to make the most of it. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

In the past, a boys week in Ibiza was his idea of paradise. It meant days spent poolside catching up with the lads and relaxing before returning to his busy schedule. And the nights were usually dedicated to going to some swanky club and leaving with a hot girl.

This time, it’s been three days of their five-day holiday, and Ben hasn’t left the villa once. He’s been sulking in his bedroom half the time, and generally bringing down the mood even when he tries to force himself to have fun with the boys. 

He’s sent you a few texts to no response, and he would’ve been genuinely concerned for your safety if it weren’t for the fact that he could still see your Instagram stories - specifically one of you out drinking with some coworkers, including a good-looking guy apparently named Matt, who Ben may or may not have stalked on social media. The bastard - who Ben’s never met - may only have three photos, none of which are particularly offensive, but Ben knows for a fact he doesn’t deserve you.

The morning of the fourth day, he comes out of his room around ten looking for something to eat for breakfast, which he’s slept through every other morning so far, and is instead served with what can only be described as an intervention. 

All the guys are sat around the table, drinking coffee and staring him down as he trudges out in just his boxers - perks of a lads trip - still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. 

“You need to tell us what happened with you and Y/N,” Tom says firmly as soon as Ben sits down at the table and pours himself a cup of coffee.

He just groans and takes a long sip before answering. It’s way too early for this.

“I already told you, I kissed her in front of the cameras, then she got weird and ran off,” Ben repeats the exact same brief recap he gave them on the flight here. “I followed her out and she said she couldn’t pretend to date me anymore and that she needed space.”

“Yeah, we know that part,” Harvey says. “And I get that you’re disappointed she’s bailing on the PR thing-“

“I don’t give a fuck about that,” Ben interrupts, a bit dramatically clanking his mug down on the table. “Look, I’m sorry I’m bringing down the holiday vibe, but my best friend isn’t returning my calls and I’m worried about her.”

Although most of the people at this table could make a case for being Ben’s best friend, and under better circumstances would probably joke offense at his statement, there’s nothing but silence. They all know what you mean to Ben, the place that you occupy in his life and in his heart. It’s…different.

“She’s fine, mate,” Mason says softly after a minute. He’s always the calm, level-headed one in these situations, and although Ben is typically grateful for his presence, he feels white hot rage within himself right now. 

“You talked to her?”

“She texted me back yesterday and said she’s alright and she’s just taking a beat,” Mason responds, speaking carefully as if he’s afraid of saying too much. “Look, I know you feel shitty because you and Y/N got into a fight and she’s not talking to you. But have you thought about why she might have ended this thing?”

Ben runs a hand over his face. “I told you, Mase, I have no bloody idea-“

“Just think about it, Ben,” Tom chimes in. “She agreed to be your fake girlfriend, basically giving up any chance of having her own dating life during that time. Then she gets upset and bails right after you kissed her for show, in front of a bunch of people?”

Ben’s chest tightens as he realizes what his friends are implying, but he immediately shakes his head. It’s ridiculous. There’s no way you, his best friend, have feelings for him.

“No,” he says simply. “That’s not…she doesn’t…she would’ve said something.”

“Why would she?” Harvey asks, raising an eyebrow. “It’s not like you’ve told her.”

Everyone goes silent again as all eyes fall on Ben, who just nearly choked on his coffee as he processed Harvey’s words. 

“What are you-I’m not-“

“Mate, I say this because I care about you,” Harvey continues. “You need to get your head out of your arse and just admit that you’re in love with her already.”

Of course he loves you. His best friend since the age of six, his rock, his favourite person on the planet. He’s loved you since before he knew what love was.

Except he can’t be in love with you, because that kind of love ends. He’s seen it end, when his parents got divorced and when his friends have had devastating breakups. He’s seen people fall in love and fall out just as quickly. And that can’t be you and him. He can’t lose you.

“Harvey, it’s not like that,” Ben says quietly. “She’s…Y/N. She’s my best friend.”

“Yeah, but she’s always been more than that, hasn’t she?” Mason says. “I mean, the bond between you guys, it’s not like what you have with any of us, right?”

“Well, no, but-“

“When I first met you I thought you were already dating her,” Nathan admits. “I told Mase I’d never seen a guy so whipped and when he told me you weren’t together, I was shocked.”

“And you’ve hated all of her boyfriends,” Tom adds. “Even the nice ones.”

“They’ve all been dickheads,” Ben replies, though he knows that’s not entirely true.

“You two have always been more than friends,” Mason continues. “I love you, bro, but she literally took weeks off work to take care of you after you did your ACL. She moved in with you and drove you to every physio appointment until you were on your feet again. And then last year when you realized you were gonna be out for the World Cup and you felt like shit, she was the only person you would talk to. I think that’s when I knew for sure how you felt about her.”

Ben still remembers that night like it was yesterday - he was in the treatment room at Stamford Bridge, icing his leg, already knowing tomorrow’s scans would confirm what he felt the moment he landed wrong, and he was so upset about missing Qatar that he barely spoke when the coach and some of his teammates came to see him. And then he heard your voice in the hall, grilling the medical team to ensure he was receiving proper care, and he smiled for the first time since he limped off the pitch that night. 

You ran in, pushing past Mason to wrap Ben up in a tight hug and tell him everything would be okay, and despite how terrible things were at the moment, he felt so at peace in your arms.

“Mason’s right,” Tom says sincerely. “And it’s probably why none of these girls you hook up with feel right. You’ve already got your heart somewhere else.”

Ben feels his head spinning as he replays every meaningless one night stand he’s had, how something had always been missing.

He thinks about how it feels when he sees you in the stands at the Bridge, especially when you’re wearing his kit, and the way just seeing you gives him the confidence to be a better player. 

And, more importantly, how you make him a better person - how he’s constantly in awe of your career and how you help people, how it inspires him to try to do more to make the world a better place. How you’ve turned down expensive Christmas and birthday gifts from him every year and directed him to a charity worth donating to instead. 

He thinks about how you’ve stood by his side all these years, even when he was a cocky kid coming up in the Premier League and when he’s been a bit of a dick, you’ve always kept him from straying too far from himself. Through all the injuries, through every win and loss, you’ve been there. 

He thinks about how you literally agreed to this ridiculous, elaborate PR scheme just because he asked you to, sacrificing your own free time and privacy to help him out. 

Finally, he thinks about how right it’s felt pretending to be your boyfriend. It’s been almost second nature holding your hand and telling people how wonderful you are. It felt as easy as breathing to kiss you, and though he knows he shouldn’t have done it in a room full of people, he can’t bring himself to regret it. Kissing you was pretty much the best moment of his life, which means seeing you walk away from him on the verge of tears minutes later was probably the worst. 

But while he’s been beating himself up this entire holiday over the fact that he kissed you and the fact that he dragged you into this fake relationship, he now realizes that wasn’t his mistake.

The issue is that he should have done it a long time ago, and it should’ve been for real. 

“Shit,” Ben mutters under his breath. “I’m in love with Y/N.”

“Finally, he admits it!” Harvey grins, patting Ben on the back firmly. 

The rest of the boys grin and chime in with their agreement, but Ben is already rising from the table and pulling up flights on his phone.

“Where you going, mate?” Mason asks with a smug grin on his face.

“Home, I don’t want to wait until tomorrow,” Ben says with a nervous smile. “Wish me luck, boys.”

As he begins to jog back to his bedroom so he can quickly pack and get to the airport in time for the next flight, he hears Harvey call out from the kitchen.

“Don’t forget trousers!”

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a/n: and off he goes!! sorry for the slight cliffhanger but i hope you guys liked this one, as you can imagine i'm very excited to share the next (and last, except for the epilogue) part and am already working on it!! let me know what you thought of ben's pov and any predictions for the ending! tag list: @captainwans​ @amandaaa1025 @bbygrlllllll @ncentic​@lunamelona @kathb59 @cinderellawithashoe @batmansb1tch @myheartgoesvroom @chillymountsjess @babygirlbenji @delicateearthquakellama @joyfullyswimmingface @xxenia14 @chaotic-taco-collector-blog @chilwellspulisic @maraudersmap123 @evelinapurmale @freekoalakryptonite (let me know if you would like to be added or if i missed you!)

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Matthew Clairmont

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Gallowglass de Clermont

Marcus Whitmore

Philippe de Clermont

Jack Blackfriars

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Ysabeau de Clermont

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Gerbert D’Aurillac

Peter Knox

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Terry Bruno

Peter Stone

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Amanda Rollins

Olivia Benson

Rita Calhoun

Casey Novak

Melinda Warner

George Huang

Sam Maroun

Nolan Price

Jamie Whelan

Bobby Reyes

Jet Slootmaekers

Ayanna Bell

Jack McCoy

Elliot Stabler

One Chicago:

Jay Halstead (Could also be Will if you want)

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz

Dante Torres

Vanessa Rojas

Kevin Atwater

Sean Roman

Matt Casey

Kelly Severide

Joe Cruz

Sylvie Brett

Blake Gallo

Christopher Hermann

"Mouch"

Otis

Violet Mikami

Evan Hawkins

Mayans MC:

Angel Reyes

Miguel

Bishop

Coco

Nestor

911 verse:

Athena Grant

Bobby Nash

Henrietta "Hen" Wilson

Evan "Buck" Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Howie "Chimney" Han

Ravi Panikkar

T.K. Strand

Owen Strand

Carlos Reyes

Marjan Marwani

Paul Strickland

Tommy Vega

Judson "Judd" Ryder

Grace Ryder

Nancy Gillian

Mateo Chavez

The Rookie:

Lucy Chen

Tim Bradford

Celina Juarez

Aaron Thorsen

Nyla Harper

Angela Lopez

Wesley Evers

BBC Sherlock:

Greg Lestrade

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Moriarty

Molly

Bridgerton:

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Simon Basset

Daphne Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Kate Sharma

Edwina Sharma

Marina Thompson/Crane

Outlander:

Jamie Fraser

Claire Beauchamp Randall Fraser

Frank Randall

Black Jack Randall

Brianna Fraser

Roger MacKenzie

Fergus Fraser

Marsali Fraser

Jenny Fraser Murray

Ian Murray Sr.

Ian Fraser Murray

Murtagh Mackenzie

Call The Midwife:

Shelagh Turner / Sister Bernadette

Dr. Patrick Turner

Nurse Trixie Franklin

Nurse Phyllis Crane

Lucille Anderson

Nurse Barbara Gilbert

Chummy

Sister Hilda

Miss Higgins

PC Peter Noakes

Reverend Tom Hereward NEW!

Narcos:

Horacio Carrillo

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby

Downton Abbey:

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham

Lady Mary Crawley

Lady Edith Crawley

Lady Sybil Crawley

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham

Isobel Crawley

Matthew Crawley

Lady Rose MacClare

Lady Rosamund Painswick

Henry Talbot

Tom Branson

Mr. Charles Carson

Mrs. Hughes / Elsie May Carson

John Bates

Anna Bates

Daisy Mason

Thomas Barrow

Joseph Molesley

Land Girl:

Connie Carter

Reverend Henry Jameson (Gwilym Lee's version)

Midsomer Murder:

DCI Tom Barnaby

Joyce Barnaby

Dr. George Bullard

DCI John Barnaby

Sarah Barnaby

DS Ben Jones

DS Jamie Winter

Sgt. Gavin Troy

Fleur Perkins

WPC Gail Stephens

Kate Wilding

DS Charlie Nelson

Sergeant Dan Scott

NEW! Once Upon A Time

Regina / The Evil Queen

Mary Margaret Blanchard / Snow White

David Nolan / Prince Charming

Emma Swan

Killian Jones / Captain Hook

Mr. Gold / Rumplestiltskin

Neal Cassidy / Baelfire

Peter Pan

Sheriff Graham Humbert / The Huntsman

Jefferson / The Mad Hatter

Belle

Robin of Locksley / Robin Hood

Will Scarlet

Zelena / Wicked Witch

Alice (Once in Wonderland)

Cyrus (Once in Wonderland)

Jafar (Once in Wonderland)

Gideon

Tiger Lily

Naveen

Tiana

Granny

Ariel

Prince Eric

Aladdin

Jasmine

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Hercules

Megara

Tinker Bell

Merida

Red Riding Hood

Mulan

Aurora / Sleeping Beauty

Prince Phillip

Cinderella

Prince Thomas

NEW! The Vampire Diaries / The Originals

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Caroline Forbes

Elena Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Enzo St. John

Niklaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Finn Mikaelson

Mikael

Esther

Marcel Gerard

Davina Claire

MOVIES

The Pirates of the Caribbean:

Captain Jack Sparrow

Barbossa

Will Turner

Elizabeth Swann

James Norrington

Kingsman:

Merlin

Harry Hart

Eggsy Unwin

James Spencer / Lancelot

Alastair / Percival

Roxy Morton / Lancelot

Maximillian Morton / The Shepherd

Orlando Oxford

Jack Daniels / Whiskey

Gin

BOOKS

Dreamland Billionaire series - Lauren Asher:

Declan

Callahan

Rowan

Iris

Alana

Zahra

Dirty Air series - Lauren Asher:

Noah

Liam

Jax

Santiago

Maya

Sophie

Elena

Chloe

Ladies in Stem - Ali Hazelwood books:

Olive

Adam

Bee

Levi

Elsie

Jack

Mara

Liam

Sadie

Erik

Hannah

Ian

Fourth Wing - Rebecca Yarros:

Xaden Riorson

Dain Aetos

Jack Barlowe

Rhiannan Matthias

Violet Sorrengail

Mira Sorrengail

Lillith Sorrengail

Bodhi Durran

Liam Mairi

[veneumfm]

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[ … ]  ❀  you’re  not  from  around  here  ,  are  you  ?  i  figured  because  you  totally  just  missed  {  NELL  MASON  }  walking  by.  don’t  tell  me  you  don’t  know  who  {  SHE  }  is  ?  they  kind  of  look  like  {  ASHTON  WOOD  }  and  i  could  be  wrong  but  i  think  that  they  might  be  {  TWENTY  FIVE  }  years  old  right  now.  they’ve  been  living  in  palmview  for  the  last  {  FOUR  MONTHS  }.  and  i  don’t  know  if  anyone  has  ever  told  them  this  before  but  they  kind  of  remind  me  of  {  ANDIE  ANDERSON  }  from  {  HOW  TO  LOSE  A  GUY  IN  TEN  DAYS  }.  if  you  stick  around  the  town  long  enough  you  might  catch  them  in  action  working  at  {  COASTAL  CREATIONS  GALLERY  }  as  a  {  ARTIST   /   VLOGGER  }.  you  see  this  town  isn’t  really  that  big  of  a  place  ,  some  folks  like  to  call  them  the  {  PHILOPHOBE  }  of  palmview  !  they  took  a  liking  to  the  name  too  after  a  while  ,  go  figure.  oh  crap  ,  they  must  have  heard  me  yapping.  they’re  coming  this  way.  i  got  to  warn  you  though  ,  rumor  has  it  they  can  pretty  {  OSTENTATIOUS  }  at  times.  i  wouldn’t  take  it  too  seriously  though  ,  from  the  times  i’ve  spoken  to  them  they  seemed  pretty  {  METICULOUS  }  to  me.  we  see  each  other  all  the  time  since  they  live  in  that  {  TWO  BEDROOM  }  apartment  beside  me  over  in  {  SUNNY  SHORES  }.  i  better  leave  you  to  it.  it  was  nice  meeting  you!  

full name :  ellen  mason.  nicknames :  nell.  age : twenty  -  five  years  old.  career :  retired  semi  -  pro  ballroom  dancer  ,  artist   /  vlogger.  birthday : august  18th , 1999 (  leo ).   gender + pronouns : cis female / she + her.   sexual orientation : bisexual.  family :  silas  mason (  father  ,  incarcerated  )  & marcia  mason  (  mother  ,  deceased  ).  character inspo :  andie  anderson  (  how  to  lose  a  guy  in  ten  days  ) , lily  bloom  (  it  ends  with  us  )  ,  nesta  archeron  (  acotar  )  ,  witney  carson  (  dwts  )  ,  ruby  matthews  ( sex  education  )   aesthetics :  plump  ,  polished  cherry  -  cola  lips  ,  dainty  minimalistic  sticker  sleeves  ,  platform  steve  maddens  ,  90s  butterfly  hair  cut  in  a  bouncy  blowdry  ,  shimmering  glass  -  like  sunkissed  complexion  ,  a  southern  australian  twang  ,  bitter  -  peach  tom  ford  scent  ,  shades  larger  than  her  face  and  answering  with  a  middle  finger  at  first  response. 

[shatteredsxreens]

The Checker Players (1975) by (my grandfather) Pontella Mason and James Voshell and a shot from The Wire season 1 episode 3 “The Buys”. I noticed this parallel on my second rewatch of The Wire. Given that the mural was located in Baltimore, and knowing the history of the creators of The Wire, its not a stretch to assume either David Simon or Ed Burns was familiar with the mural before its demolition. I have always been a fan of The Checker Players because to me it represents the responsibility of the black man to show the black boy the rules to “the game” i.e. LIFE. In the case of The Wire however, this is flipped. Although Dee teaches Wallace and Bodie the literal rules to the game their playing(and the rules to the drug game), It’s ultimately Dee who is playing the role of the student when the charm and naivete of Wallace makes Dee rethink his place in the drug game. Everything is a game and ALL THE PIECE MATTER.

[willkimurashat]

So, my friends invited me over to watch the PG rated hit family film Cats (2019). Can we have a moment of silence for my forever lost innocence please? … Thank you. Anyway, so now that I’m greatly disturbed and utterly horrified, here’s a LITG x Cats crossover absolutely no one asked for lmao

Casting LITG islanders as characters from Cats (not necessarily from 2019 version because wtf was that)

Marisol/Camilo as Munkustrap

Imposing, energetic, courageous. Leader and protector of the Jellicle cats tribe. Responsible and brave. Narrator and story-teller.

S5 MC as Victoria

Young, inhibited, inquisitive. Naive and kind-hearted, abandoned by previous owners. Longs to be wanted and loved.

Chelsea/Thabi as Jennyanydots

Motherly, contended, controlling. Lazying around during the day, running the household during the night. Cheerful and good-humored with bossy side.

Priya and Bobby/Iona and Najuma as Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer

Mischievous, rambunctious, ne’er-do-well. Fun-loving criminal duo, generally well-received by other cats. Notorious partners in crime.

Lexi/Cherry as Grizzabella

Proud, hurt, indomitable. Once a glamorous star, now exiled and disgraced. Sad and wistful, despised by the Jellicle cats, longs for forgiveness.

Lottie/Suresh as Macavity

Hypnotic, jealous, dangerous. Malevolent criminal mastermind, eludes the police and strikes fear in other Jellicle cats.

Angie/Lulu as Old Deutoronomy

Wise, commanding, spiritual. Kind and just leader of the Jellicle cats, beloved by everyone. An ancient cat with psychic powers and spiritual connection with Heavyside layer.

Mason/Rafi/Finn as Rum Tum Tugger

Vain, perverse, inconsequent. Charismatic, self-obsessed show-off. Rock star with wild anarchic energy and comedic sexuality.

Kat as Bombalurina

Generous, voluptuous, frank. Self-confident and very direct about feelings. Extremely flirtatious and the center of attention.

Rohan/Henrik/Alfie as Mr. Mistoffelees

Competitive, neat, electric. Mysterious and clever conjuring cat. Up to mischief or performing amusing magic tricks.

Bruno/Tai as Skimbleshunks

Caring, bright, self-regarding. Protector of the kittens when danger is near. Jolly and cheerful, remembered by his signature gigantic smile and bright personality.

Will as Gus the Theatrical Cat

Wistful, imaginative, frail. Fragile and feeble old cat, reminiscing about his days of being an actor. Initially vague and a little confused, but becomes more confident and outspoken.

Jake/Tom as Bustopher Jones

Foppish, gluttonous, dapper. Genial and cheerful, enjoys life to the fullest. Particularly interested in fine dining and cuisine at gentlemen’s clubs. Leaves swiftly at first sign of trouble.

[krispyweiss]

Jeff Beck’s Final Recording to be Part of Mark Knopfler’s Teen Cancer Charity Single

- New recording of “Going Home (Theme from Local Hero)” will be released March 15 and credited to Mark Knopfler’s Guitar Heroes

Jeff Beck’s final recording - or at least parts of it - will be released March 15 on a new recording of “Going Home (Theme from Local Hero),” which Mark Knopfler spearheaded as a charity single benefitting Teenage Cancer Trust and Teen Cancer America.

Beck is just one of more than 60 musicians - including another Yardbird, a Beatle, a Stone, two Whos, two Eagles, a Black Sabbath and a Pink Floyd, a Genesis, a Lovin’ Spoonful and a Queen, to name a few - who came together, mostly remotely, under the banner of Mark Knopfler’s Guitar Heroes to make the nine-minute recording.

“I think what we’ve had is an embarrassment of riches,” Knopfler said in a news release quoted by NME.

Knopfler teased the track with a 15-second snippet that reveals the familiar melody of the 1983 song, but little else.

In addition to Beck, contributors include Joe Bonamassa, Paul Carrack, Eric Clapton, Ry Cooder, Steve Cropper, Roger Daltrey, Peter Frampton, Audley Freed, Vince Gill, David Gilmour, Buddy Guy, Tony Iommi, Joan Jett, Sonny Landreth, Albert Lee, Greg Leisz, Alex Lifeson, Steve Lukather, Phil Manzanera, Dave Mason, Brian May, John McLaughlin, Tom Morello, Rick Nielsen, Nile Rodgers, Mike Rutherford, Joe Satriani, John Sebastian, Slash, Bruce Springsteen, Ringo Starr and Zak Starkey, Sting, Susan Tedeschi and Derek Trucks, Pete Townshend, Steve Vai, Waddy Wachtel, Joe Walsh and Ronnie Wood among others.

Produced by Knopfler’s former Dire Straits bandmate Guy Fletcher, the track will be available on vinyl, CD, BluRay, download and streaming.

“What I really want to do, more than anything else, is just to thank each and every one (of the contributors) for this sterling response,” Knopfler said. “I really had no idea that it was going to be like this.”

2/8/24

[blogcherryblossomthings]

Season 3 Scattered Thoughts

Robert Sean Leonard, Stephen Collins, and Michael Hogan. Who else will turn up on this show, after we’ve already seen Henry Czerny and Steven Weber?

Honestly, how did we go from Manchester under house arrest to Manchester happy as a clam trying to single-handedly revive the CIA?

I like that Weaver is softening, but don’t like that he’s turning into a yes man in public for Tom, who is literally now the WORST. I would have liked to see more of Marina Peralta throwing signals at Weaver and Jeanne directing him on the appropriate responses. Not enough of the Weavers and Peralta for my liking.

I’m intrigued by the dilemma faced by Ben and Denni. Face an uncertain future with their spikes and being useful versus having the spikes removed and all of sudden having every bit of usefulness in the war effort stripped away? Why couldn’t they spend more time on that than Evil!(but not really)Hal?

Come to think of it, how much of the humans’ bad luck was on Hal’s head and how much was on Lourdes’ head? It seems the reveal of Lourdes being controlled let Hal off the hook quite handily when he was the one who was there when Anne and Alexis were taken. Fucking Hal and fucking Maggie, who enabled him. Neither of whom appear to be facing any consequences. But it’s all Karen and Lourdes’ fault. Okay, show.

RIP, Dai and Crazy Lee, among others. You’re not Masons or Mason yes-men, so you’re toast.

And why the hell is Tom being such a bitch to Pope when it’s only the two of them after a plane crash with enemies all around? Almost like he knows he’s got plot armor.

[withoutyouimsaskia]

Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part XII.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9  Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17  Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25

GIF: Originally posted by​ @sic-vita​​​​​

Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Hello there! I'm still absolutely buzzing from yesterday's comic con trip where I got to see Tom and Mason talk about all things Sandman. I wrote a little gushy post: A Dream Come True. Please let me know your thoughts on the next part. Hope you all have a fantastic week and a Happy Halloween. All my love, Saskia <3

Sandman Masterlist

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In all the time that you had been coming to your cottage in the Dreaming, you had never once left its walls. You assumed that the scenery outside was just a back drop, not something that could be interacted with.

How wrong you were.

The ground is solid as you step on to the block paved path, and the gate at the end of it has a realistic creak when you swing it open.

Morpheus follows just behind and engages the lock carefully after you both. 

You are still cringing with embarrassment as you secure the buttons on the coat that he had conjured for you on the cottage threshold. Being surveilled while performing is something you typically actively avoid, even among people you have known for many years, thus making his observation of you even more disquieting.

You dial into your surroundings to quell your self-focus. 

A rain shower is starting to clear up. Shining gems of moisture cling to the grass blades. There is petrichor in the air. Being exposed to the soothing scent, it causes you perk up like a bouquet of flowers being reintroduced to water.

Morpheus lets you lead the way and you walk in comfortable silence. 

You feel his eyes on you.

"You seem much more composed tonight. Is that a correct assertion?"

Morpheus’ voice is warm and golden honey, complimenting well with the rays of sunlight that begin to peek through the cloud cover.

Your reply is teasing at first and then sincere.

“If you exclude the little dance party incident back there, then, yes, I think that I'm really starting to turn a corner.”

He says nothing, giving you the chance to elaborate.

“I can go whole days without replaying the final conversation in my head. I don’t feel the guilt like I did… I'm actually beginning to forgive myself."

The satisfaction and pride on Morpheus’ face sends your heart soaring.

"I couldn't have got to this headspace as quickly as I have without you. Being here, in a safe space, with such awareness, it's given me extra time to process my feelings and thoughts. I know they are simple dream scenarios but they've helped no end with the healing process and I'm going to miss them being so constant when they’re gone."

"Your dreams are not simple, Y/N." He looks down at the ground. "They are beautiful, a pleasure to behold."

The compliment ties your tongue, robbing you of delivering an immediate response.

You have reached a lone tree. An established oak that casts a generous patch of shade. You both stand beneath the leafy canopy.

“You must have seen a lot of dreams in your time,” you finally say.

He hums in agreement. “I can tell a lot about a person through the simple act of looking at their subconscious."

"What do mine say about me?"

“I see your longing for exploration and stimulation. An inquisitive nature and a hunger for knowledge. You wish to experience, but not in a way where people tell you how to do it. You need a level of freedom to feel satisfaction in your efforts.”

His words ring true to an unsettling level. You retreat into yourself, never having drawn the parallel between your dream choices and how you behaved in the Waking World, particularly in more recent weeks. It was the exact reason you ended your relationship; you were unready to participate so completely in someone else’s plan.

A breeze dislodges a few leaves from the branches above your heads which pulls you back into the scene.

One of the leaves drifts into Morpheus’ unruly shock of hair.

Without thinking, your left hand comes up to pull the small object out.

He startles at the intention and flinches when you make contact with him.

“Sorry.”

He settles quickly. “It is alright.”

You drop your hand back to your side, energy soaking into your being from the slight touch. It takes up residence in your skeleton, causing warmth to surge within you. You turn away, undoing a button on your coat to cool down.

You cannot get over how soft his hair felt.

You swallow your longing before deciding to change the subject.

"I think I'm ready to have nightmares again."

Morpheus nods once. "I support your decision."

"You think I'm ready?"

“I do."

You are dizzyingly excited.

Morpheus sets out the terms in a serious tone.

“You must promise me that you will inform me immediately of anything that may threaten your stability before you enter the Dreaming.”

“Absolutely, of course.”

 “I suggest we reconvene in a week. I will let you continue exploring alone.”

“Thank you.”

He nods and takes a step backwards.

“Wait, how do I let you know if something changes?”

Morpheus’ beautiful eyes lock with yours. His tender reply is all the promise you need. “You need only call me and I will come.”

***

In the week that passes, you find yourself in two nightmares. One located in the exam hall of your secondary school and the other in a clown filled circus. They cause you to jolt awake but you are happy to find that they do not consume you.

You are eager to tell Morpheus, hopeful that he will look at you with the same pleasure as he had done when you had told him of your progress with emotional stabilisation.

Except he doesn’t show.

You had never had a specific time slot but there had been a routine where Morpheus would typically appear within a couple of minutes of you falling asleep.

You sit on the edge of the sofa seat, your focus drifting to the cottage door, hoping for a knocking noise.

A rhythm is eventually sounded out but it’s not made through rapping on wood; it is the hollow sound made through contact with glass.

A familiar glossy feathered bird is peering at you through the window.

It’s Matthew.

He caws once.

You run over and operate the handle to let him in. He flies on to the coffee table and ruffles his feathers exuberantly to shake off some raindrops.

“Hey, Y/N. Long time, no see.”

“Hi Matthew, how are you?”

“Oh, you know, still a raven. You?”

You suppress a laugh. “I'm getting there.”

“I'm happy to hear it.”

Matthew hops closer to you creating a scritch-scratching sound as he goes.

“So, Lord Morpheus sent me to pass on a message. He’s going to have to postpone.”

“Everything okay?”

“Something's come up that couldn't wait. It should be over soon though.”

You feel an onslaught of worry for Morpheus, and then push it down. He's likely one of the most powerful beings in the universe. There is no need to be concerned. Probably.

“That’s fine, I’ll see him another day,” you say with a smile. 

 You motion to the bowl of dried fruit and nuts on the table next to your carrion companion. 

“You want something to eat?” 

Matthew appraises the contents cautiously with his onyx eyes. 

“Are those raisins?” 

He sounds terrified. 

“You’re not a fan?”

“Umm, not really.” 

“That’s okay, I’ll pick them out for you.” 

You upturn the bowl and start to separate the offending items out from the rest of the mix. 

Matthew delicately picks up peanut halves while you graze absentmindedly on the rejects for a bit. 

He pauses in eating. “I heard you’re back on the nightmare list. How’s that going so far?” 

“Not too badly. I mean, there have been no nightmares in my room that I know of. Have you felt any earthquakes here?” 

“Nothing.” 

You let out a sigh of relief. 

“Can I ask you a personal question?” Matthew says suddenly. 

“Sure...” You drag out the word hesitantly. 

“What’s been going on when you and Lord Morpheus meet?” 

You are flustered, immediately thinking back to the kiss and wondering if someone saw you. 

“Nothing’s been going on.” 

“You sure? ‘Cause he’s been acting differently since you came around.”

“Different how?” You are overwhelmingly curious. 

“I dunno, happier, I guess.” 

“But we just… talk.” 

“Well, whatever it is that you talk about, keep it up. Lucienne says that after all he’s been through, it’s such a relief to see him this way.” 

The only response you can muster is: “Oh.” 

“I haven’t got as much to compare to and I’m not 100% sure what happened but apparently something really affected him.” 

Now you have no words. 

Matthew bobs his head. 

"Anyway, I should get back to the palace." 

"Okay, thank you for coming, Matthew." 

"See you around, Y/N." 

He swoops through the still open window. 

You wake up not long after with a maelstrom of thoughts. The very idea of anything upsetting Morpheus makes your heart sore beyond measure. 

“Oh, shit,” you say out loud.

You realise in that moment that you are falling for Morpheus.

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"I was biting my tongue, I was trying to hide. I'll forget what I've done,  I will be re-defined."

[lqvesoph]

you WHAT?! - mason mount

gif by @chelseafav

Summary: Mason comes home and is a bit too excited about the new Spiderman trailer that had just dropped

“Babe! Baby!” you heard Mason shouting through the house as soon as he opened the front door. You frowned and stood up from the comfy sofa, obviously wanting to know what was wrong. “Mase? Are you al- “

When he found the right trailer, he put it on and ran back to you, sitting down on your left side. Mason’s eyes were glued to the tv, not leaving it. “'That was when you found out?' Aww, they’re so cute!” he said, smiling.

“I’m total fine, c’mon” he called excited, grabbing your hand and pulled you towards the living room where you came from earlier. He placed you on the soft grey sofa and grabbed the remote, going on YouTube.

“The new Spiderman trailer dropped today!” Mason exclaimed excited. “You promised to watch the movie with me in December” he reminded you. Not that you had forgotten because you were just as excited as him for the new Marvel project.

Okay, maybe Mason was a bit more excited.

“Every universe? Multiverse?” he rambled, barley noticeable. “I like him.” You let out a laugh, pointing to ‘Dr. Otto Octavius’. “He’s a villain.” “He seems okay.” “He seems okay” you imitated his voice, causing him to throw a pillow at you.

You slowly pulled out your phone, careful so he won’t see it and pressed the small red button. “I swear to god, if you do that to me, I’d break up with you” you said, referring to the scene where Peter and MJ almost got hit by a train.

“Sadly, I can’t shoot webs out of my hands” Mason replied, eyes not leaving the screen. “Technically he doesn’t-“, you were about to correct him but Mason interrupted you. “Shush!” he called, waving his hand in front of your face to signal you to be quiet.

When the trailer to Spiderman Far From Home came out, you sat here in the same position watching it together for the first time and when Mysterio came on the screen you let out a disgusted cough. Mason looked at you questioning. “That Jake Gynecologist” you yelled. “Uh… who?” “Taylor Swift’s ex? The guy who gaslighted her and shattered her heart into millions of pieces, when she was 20 while he was 30, not to forget stole her fucking scarf!” you explained, getting louder with every word. “My boyfriend doesn’t know Jake Gyllenhaal, as a Swiftie I feel embarrassed and like I’ve let my fellas down” you huffed sinking down in the pillows. “Or maybe I should break up with you because of that.” Mason’s head turned to you quicker than ever before. “He seems okay, I feel like he’s a decant lad, I like him” Mason dared to say after the trailer ended. You shot him an unbelievable glance. “He’s bad” was your only response. “He’s nice to Peter, kind of like an uncle.” You kept quiet, knowing he was wrong and, spoiler for everyone who hasn’t seen Spiderman, Mysterio was the bad guy, the guy who betrayed everyone. ‘Peter, I felt your pain. No actually I didn’t because I knew you can’t trust that man.’

“Have you learned nothing from your previous mistakes?” you asked. “Don’t tell me Taylor Swift has a 10-minute song about him in her drafts too” Mason said, looking at you for the first time since the video started. “NO. She doesn’t but my instincts were right last time.”

“Aren’t you the one who ALWAYS falls and adores the villai- ahhh is that Andrew or Tom?” Mason called, pointing at the guy in a Spiderman suit.

“I adore MJ.”

“They all die fighting Spiderman” “As long as he doesn’t die, it’s fine” Mason replied, making you chuckle, you loved his random comments.

“Is that May?!! What is she doing!”

“Who are all these villains and why are there so many- aww Peter and MJ, how cute!”

“WAIT WHAT?!”

“NO, NO, NO I THINK THE FUCK NOT! NOPE!”

“IT’S THE EXACT SAME SCENE AS IN THE ORIGINAL! NO!”

“I SWEAR, IF SHE DIES- “

“Well, you should stop them!”

“What was that?” your boyfriend looked at you, a terrified expression on his face, his hair messy from pulling his hair too much during the last three minutes. You didn’t know if he noticed the camera and just ignored it or was to worked up to even realize you were recording him. “Why are you not freaked out! MJ! She can’t die!” he yelled, his voice turning to a slight whine.

Later that night you two were laying in bed, Mason’s arms tightly wrapped around your body. Ever since he came home and watched the trailer he hasn’t stopped talking about it. He at least watched it ten times and watched every single theory video that popped up on his TikTok ForYou Page.

“Do you think Andrew is going to save MJ? Because he couldn’t save Gwen?” he mumbled in your hair. You let out a sigh following by a chuckle. “I think I want to sleep.”

“But think about it! It would make so much sense! Especially with why there are so many villains, three to be exact and there are three Spiderman!” Your lips formed into a smile, listening to his rambling. “Why weren’t you shocked when MJ dropped?”

Your smile froze, not moving. “I’ve watched the trailer while you were at training” you admitted, burying your head into his arms. “You WHAT?!” your boyfriend exclaimed in shock.

masterlist

I think that was probably all our reaction to the trailer

[libertybri]

Fallout 4 - Romanced!Companions + select NPC react to joining Sole in the shower and finding them with a “soap mohawk”!

I loveeeee doing these random, silly preferences. I don’t know why I enjoy them so much… I swear I’m actually going to get around to posting the requests again, I have so many in my drafts right now but my brain is working at -300 speed.

(gif credit)

» They hear the shower running and the faint rhythmic hums of their lover behind the curtain. With a smirk, the companion strips down to nothing and draws back the curtain to join Sole in their cleanly tasks, only to find them with soap running down their surprised face and a formed “soap mohawk” upon their head. “Oh hey…” Sole mutters out embarrassed, awaiting their lover’s response to their shower shenanigans.

MacCready:

“Hahahaha! Oh my God! What are you even doing? Oh Sole, you are just perfect. Come here!”

Hancock:

“Well hey to you, Sunshine. That’s a nice look on ya.”

Cait:

“An’ here I was thinkin’ I would walk in on somethin’ sexy. Yer lucky yer cute, ‘ye wild one.”

Piper:

“Blue, you are just adorable!”

Nick:

“I uh, was just wondering what that lovely tune of yours looked like behind the curtain. Honestly doll, I didn’t think I would find this.”

Preston:

“Having fun? Don’t mind me, just joining in on the good time.”

Danse:

“Well aren’t you just the most glorious sight.”

Maxson:

“I sure am the luckiest man, huh?”

Curie:

“Hehe, perhaps you can do my hair like that too, monsieur/madame?”

Deacon:

“Yeah I think that’s really doing it for me. You should make that a permanent type of thing, it’s super hot.”

Desdemona:

“How adorable. Appears you and I have different ideas in mind when it comes to ‘shower fun’.”

Glory:

“Very cute... Now make room, I want one too!”

Tinker Tom:

“How do you manage to be just the cutest thing all the time?”

Magnolia:

“And this is why I fell for you. I don’t regret a single thing, lover, you are one of a kind.”

Sturges:

“Almost got your hair like mine, heh heh. Alright now, let’s wash that out, beautiful. No need to waste a moment like this.”

X6-88:

“Sometimes I have to remind myself that you are our very serious, very intelligent, dear director.”

Gage:

“Now what in the hell… I’m only slightly disappointed, not gonna lie. Lucky I’ve got a soft spot for you bein’ all cute.”

Mason:

“I kind of dig it, babe. I’m still thinking I’m getting lucky with you just like that, you too?”

Mags Black:

“Well, you certainly are an interesting lover. Let me help you wash that out.”

Nisha:

“Either you wash that out and we have some fun, or I walk away and we both forget this ever happened.”

William Black:

“Me next! Heh, you sure are a cutie.”

[blueathens]

Winter 2023

-Unrequited Love Series-

                                  Chapter 6

Song: Another Love by Tom Odell Quote: ‘It was going to be a June Wedding.’

Warnings: Kind of smuttish in the beginning - still not writing smut though. Smoking and unedited as usual :)

Masterlist//Dusk Till Dawn Masterlist//Agape Masterlist

                                 3 Years Ago

Mason watched his best friend next to him, her soft, glossed lips touched the rim of her glass, drinking the liquid inside of it. His eyes studied her as if he doesn’t already know every detail of her face. Like how her eyes were a different colour under the club lights, or how her eyebrows always knitted together in thought. He knew she had a small mole near her left eye. He knew every detail, every trait, every aspect of her and loved them with all his heart.

“It’s his fault right.” Y/n asked, placing her drink onto the bar behind her, the bar Mason was leaning on with his head turned to look at her. “I didn’t tell him to cheat on me and-”

“He’s a dick.” Mason answered, nodding along with what she was saying, but his hazel eyes never once stopped examining the side of her face. But his heart leapt when she stood up, dress rising but she pulled it the tight material down her thighs, covering the slightly faded stretch marks and some other moles that decorated her beautiful skin. She turned around and walked towards Mason, gripping his shoulder gently to turn him around, and his heart leapt again at the closeness between them.

“But I wouldn’t be a dick to do this, right?” And Mason didn’t know what he did right that night when he cherry-flavoured lips smashed into his. But it wasn’t just cherry he tasted; it was a mixture of different flavours of wonders mingling together to create this sensation he was tasting.

One of his hands moved to cup her cheek, finger caressing the silky cream of the moisturiser she must’ve used before coming out, and he could feel his fingers tingling to never stop touching the smoothness of it. Her arms were thrown over his shoulders, wrapping round his neck to stroke the back of his neck, rising up so slightly into his hair to make his stomach turn more in excitement as he craved more of the touches she was giving him. His other hand was on her waist, bringing her closer and closer into him, thumb caressing the dark material of her dress, and he felt his hand burning to feel more skin.

But even at this desire, Mason never remembered how they got to a hotel room, lips still crashing against to each other, but his trembling hands were now higher up her body, just below her breast, as he brought her into his room.

“You are breathtaking.” He muttered against the lips he has craved for years, the lips that were finally upon his, the lips that tasted of everything good in the world.

“You want to do this?” She panted, both were breathing hard as Mason backed her into the wall of his hotel room, noses touching, and his eyes were still closed, wanting more of her, so he just nodded in response. “I-I don’t want anything serious.” Once again Mason nodded. “Friend with benefits?” She asked, and Mason knew he should have said no, that he shouldn’t allow himself to become even more vulnerable to her and break his own heart by knowing she wasn’t actually his. But he nodded and agreed to the agreement, his hands travelling to her thighs, hoisting herself up and kissed her neck, her moaning his name at the pleasing feeling he was giving her, and he has never heard anything so hot before.

“Look, I doubt it will come to it, but if you at any point start to catch feelings, tell me, tell me and we’ll end this right away. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

Mason heard this as well, and he knew he should have stopped, but once again he nodded, moving his lips to hers and muttered, “you’re talking too much.”

His lips moved against hers as he carried her to his bed, covers of deep blue, and laid her on top of it, raising her dress off her body, taking it off from over her head and he just examined her, he examined her with those brown eyes of his and Y/n felt safe, even if she was in her lacy undergarments in front of him, she still felt safe, like nothing was going to hurt her in that moment.

“You’re beautiful.” He uttered words of truth, lips going back to hers before travelling down her body, making her back arch in pleasure as she moaned his name once more. “I love it when you moan my name” Y/n smirked as she breathed out his name once more and Mason grinned softly as he teeth grazed her hip bone, tongue darting out slightly as he continued to worship her body. His hands rubbed up and down her thighs, toying with the thin fabric that covered the area that was in need for him.

Mason paused though when he felt Y/n hands pull his shirt up and he helped her to take it off from her, lips touching hers the second it was off before going back down to kiss her body, kissing every mark of her to at least let her know that they were all perfect.

And it soon all came to his hips thrusting into hers as he kissed her throat, her legs wrapped round his waist and his arms were holding him up as he continued to softly thrush into her, both moaning out each other’s name and Mason moved his lips back to hers, silencing them both as the sound of slapping skin and squeaking bed filled the room along with the sound of their lips moving against each other’s.

Mason wanted to usher the words “I love you,” but he couldn’t as he knew she wouldn’t love him back, this was the start of something different and if he said those words it would end and his any chance with her would end, even if the chance was just sex he was taking it so he could love her secretly whilst he poured it all in the kisses and touches he gives her.

Her nails clawed his back, leaving marks to remember the night for a few days as he made marks of his own across her body, neither one caring about it, just wanting more of each other, but they both wanted each other in different ways.

He recalls her telling him that she wanted him, that she needed him, and he knew that she meant it in a different way that he wanted. He wanted to kiss her like flowers whilst she want to kiss him like fire. He wanted all of her, he wanted it all, he would look in her eyes and see everything he wants and more. She was the love he always wanted and the one he would wait forever for. He wants to hold her hand on the streets and push her in a trolley. He wants her to play with his hair and he wants to give her loving and innocent kisses. He wants them to say I love you and he wants to hold her as they sleep. He wants to dance in their kitchen at three in the morning and take a late-night drive with her. He wants her to love him, but he knew deep down she never would.

He wasn’t her boyfriend, but god did he want to be.

But he wasn’t.

They were now friends with benefits.

So, he just had to fuck her like he wasn’t madly in love with her, pleasing the both of them as they come down from their highs from each other.

And Mason feared that she could feel his rapid heartbeat with the hand on his chest, even if she was asleep, he feared she could feel it. Here she was in his bed, asleep and naked after going round after round with him, she thought it was just pure sex whilst he loved her endlessly.

And when Mason waked up from his slumber of dreams he wished were true, he found his bed empty and cold and the only trace that she was ever there was the smell of raspberries from her shampoo on the pillow she once laid down on, and the small note on his dressed that had nothing but a small winking face on it.

He saw her again a few days later and the routine started. A routine like catching the daily bus or going to the same café every morning at seven to get the same drink you would usually order. A routine that was quick to turn unhealthy on Mason’s part, as the more he was with her, loving her secretly, the more his heart broke and longed for her to love him.

But she never did.

                              Winter 2023

It was going to be a June wedding.

He remembers how Y/n always said she would never have a summer wedding and instead would have a September wedding. But here he was sitting at one of the tables at the  engagement party for the wedding in June.

Anthony seemed like a good bloke, he wasn’t someone who wanted her for her fame or money, he wanted her because he loves her. But Mason knew, Mason knows, that no matter how much Anthony claims to love her, he would never love Y/n the way Mason loves her.

Many of their mutual friends were there like Dec, Jack, Dele, Ben, Marcus, Jesse, Hannah – the barista from their favourite café that they used to always go to – members of 5sos, Adele, Harry Styles, and many others. Many familiar faces that Mason knew from either work of friends he and Y/n made in their way of living. Her family and his was even there, but there was also many faces Mason didn’t find familiar, and his heart sank at the remembrance that she started a new life with someone new, meaning she met many other people on the way.

Eloise was there as well, his girlfriend per-say, but it took her placing his hand onto her thigh to make it seem like they were in a relationship as they sat and ate the food that was being given out. But Mason never once looked away from the bride-to-be. She was laughing at something Anthony told her, her hand gripping onto his muscle as he smiled and watched her with love in his eyes. She threw her head back, strands of her hair that Mason loves to push back fell behind her. They were curled together, bouncy curls that was going down her light pink dress. She was wearing make-up too and it was only now that Mason realised that this wasn’t his Y/n anymore…she didn’t look like herself at all.

But god did she look happy with a man that wasn’t him.

“She beautiful.” Eloise gushed, her very plumped and very fake lips agape as she too looked at Y/n.

“I know.” Mason immediately said, not caring at Eloise’s thoughts as he said that, but he did feel Dec’s sudden glare in the side of his face. “But I preferred her when she looked herself.”

“Change is good.” Eloise told him.

“Not when it leaves you crying on your doorstep.” He blankly told her, hand leaving her thigh as he picked up his glass, downing the alcoholic liquid in it. His jaw clenched when he saw Anthony kissing Y/n and how she happily responded into it.

Mason raised from the seat, announcing to his table that he was getting another drink, but he stopped when he saw Y/n getting up to, and leaving to head towards the garden. So, like a normal person, Mason followed her before stopping when he saw her standing out in the garden. Her dress was flaring behind her slightly from the evening breeze and her arms were crossed as she shivered slightly from the bitter cold in the air. So, like any normal person, Mason walked forwards and draped his suit jacket over her shoulders.

She turned around with slight fright, but calmed down when she saw who it was, but neither one of them spoke as they just stared into the beautiful garden that was highlighted with small lights.

“June wedding, huh?” Mason asked, standing a few steps behind her, loosening his tie for it to hung off his neck.

“Yeah.” Was all she answered, and it went silent again, a silent of unspoken words, something that was very abnormal for them as they once were able to speak to each other about anything, but now they stand a few steps away from each other and it was like they didn’t know who the other one was anymore.

But Mason knew this was still Y/n, that his Y/n was still there somewhere. He knew this by how his hands trembled to be closer to her, wanting to hold her. How his lips were screaming to touch hers and how his heart longed for hers.

“I wish I was enough to make you stay.” Mason spoke, voice quiet as he filled the horrible silence between them.

“That’s the thing Mason. It was never about you. I wanted to leave to find myself as I no longer knew who I was.” Mason looked her up and down and noticed every different feature of her. Features he never learnt to memories.

“This isn’t you.” Was all he said, and Y/n could only sigh as she went to sit down on the steps of stone, Mason copying her immediately. She leaned her head on her knees as she looked into the front garden of the house she hired, the wind blew in her hair and she nearly looked like herself again, and Mason noticed this of course as he was looking at her, really looking at her like no one else would ever do.

“I missed you.” She uttered. “But I had to go to try and find myself.”

“Did you?” He looked at all the differences again, remembering that even for a second she may have looked herself, but she wasn’t.

“I think so.” She shrugged, but that wasn’t good enough for Mason for he knew it was a lie, but he didn’t push her any further. “I missed you,” she repeated. “And everything I did I thought ‘you should be here.’” She told him. “I’m sorry I left you with nothing and-”

“It’s okay.” He whispered; but even if he said it was okay, it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

Silence filled them again before Y/n sighed and spoke up. “Did you mean it?”

Her voice was so quiet that Mason would have missed it if he wasn’t paying attention, but lucky for her he was always paying attention to her. Y/n was and still is the only important thing to him.

Mason was still looking at her in a way he knew no one but him would ever look at her. He saw her hands shaking slightly but he didn’t know if it was from the cold or if she was nervous from the question she asked him.

“What?” He breathed out.

“When I left, you said…you said you loved me…did you mean it?” She asked, finally looking at him and Mason’s heart leapt when he noticed that her eyes were still the same ones he fell in love with so many years ago.

“Yes.” He answered, looking in her eyes, looking in the eyes that screamed home to him. “Do you…do you think there is the possibility of you and I? Like, is there a chance for us to ever be…an us?”

“I’m getting married.” Y/n voiced, scrunching her nose up as she sniffled slightly. Mason nodded once and looked down at his finger prodding at his black shiny shoes, it was like he was a small child who was embarrassed from something they did. “You still do it.” Y/n said, and Mason hummed as he looked up at her with knitted eyebrows. “The tongue thing when you concentrate…you was just doing it.”

“Not all of us change, Y/n.”

Silence once more.

“In the beginning I wished I never left, that I ran back, and l learn to love you…I think I could love you…but I wasn’t sure, so I never ran back…I didn’t want to try and then watch us lose everything.”

They both looked at each other in the eyes after that confession, and it would have been normal if it wasn’t for the fact that they were looking too long at each other. Mason was looking at her like he always did whilst for Y/n, she looked at him for too long to ‘not have feelings for him.’

“But I’m glad I went as I don’t think we would have worked well together.”

The shattered pieces of Mason’s heart cracked more.

“Maybe we could learn to love one another in a different life.”

But Mason wanted them to love each other through this lifetime and the next.

“Maybe at the time I thought I could learn to love you, but I think I was just lost in everything. I didn’t know who I was anymore, what love was, what I was feeling anymore…I needed to get it all away. And I came back happy with a fiancé who I learnt to love through the process of healing.”

“Love, huh?”

“Love.” She echoed.

And it was like more petals filled his lungs, he was choking on his own blood, as he quietly died next to her. She didn’t flinch at his dying breath but maybe because she didn’t she nothing. She was in love with someone who wasn’t him and Mason wanted to just cry into the night.

She was the love of his life, but he just wasn’t hers.

Heartbreak didn’t feel like it could get any better to Mason. He wished he could tell people who were going through it that it gets better, but he doesn’t even know anymore, he doesn’t know as he was still going through it, and he can’t see it ever stopping. If Mason had to describe what heartbreak felt like he would say, “It’s a lot like drowning.”

Well, he imagines drowning to be like this.

He’s never experience drowning before, but he has heard how horrible it is.

Your lungs still burn when you cry out the name of your lover who stayed at the tip of your tongue. It was like the cold water rushing through your screaming mouth, burning the lungs as you tried to call the one you love to come and save you, but they don’t as it was one-sided after all.

“Mason, trust me, I wished I never hurt you that night, but I wasn’t in a good place, and I couldn’t stay just for you. I had to be selfish for myself, so I left. I left to go on a mission of finding myself again, which I think I was successful at. I found a man I really love and I’m going to marry him in June. He was there through my healing process, and it was all unexpected…I didn’t go looking for it, it found me. Mason, you deserve nothing but love and I really hope Eloise gives it all to you.”

Mason bit his tongue as he waited for her next words.

“You need to move on as I love Anthony.”

“I hope he breaks your heart.” Mason said angrily, shaking his head as his jaw clenched, eyes narrowing at he looked away from her. “I thought I could be happy for you, I really did. But I can’t…”

Mason breaths and watches the cloud of his warm breath inside him. He stood up and tucked his hands in pockets as he leaned against the stoned wall, Y/n eyes following his every moment.

“We could have been happy.” He said without looking at her. “Really happy. I-I would move mountains for you…I would do anything…anything to make you happy, so if letting you go makes you happy then so be it. I let you go.”

But Mason would never be able to let her go.

“But…but.” He removed a hand to stroke down his face in frustration as he sighed. “He won’t love you like I love you.”

“Maso-”

“No, no, no.” He interrupted her; finger held out as his knees bended slightly as he looked at her. He stood up straighter and ran his hand through his once perfected hair.

“I hope he breaks you; I hope he breaks you, so you know how I felt when you left me after I told you that I love you.” Mason breathed out angrily, nostrils flaring slightly.

“That’s fucked up.”

“So is leaving after someone tells you they love you.”

Y/n now stood up, fist curling at her side as she looked up at Mason, eyes full of fury for the selfish words he was saying.

“I told you I couldn’t do it. So you want to be selfish as I couldn’t love you? That’s low, even for you, Mason. If I came back I would have only hurt you more, and I never ever intended to hurt you. And I’m sorry I didn’t love you! I’m sorry you aren’t getting what you want for once in your goddamn life! I don’t love you Mason! Get that through you thick skull and go back to your girlfriend.”

Y/n pulled out a cigarette from behind her ear, something the English boy didn’t notice, she put it between her lips and Mason’s anger turned to slight disgust.

“You smoke?”

“I’m quitting.”

“You don’t like smokers.”

“Well people change Mason.” She turned to look at him angrily. “You just need to accept that.”

“I don’t know who you are anymore then.” Mason admitted.

“Good.” She bite the inside of her cheek as she looked away, puffing out smoke. “Good. Maybe then you can leave me in peace and love your girlfriend.”

Mason bit his lip and looked up into the sky.

“Just tell me to go, and I’ll go.” He told he, looking at the side of her face wishing that she will turn to look at him.

But she never did.

He hoped she told him to stay.

But all she said was: “Go.”

                                  𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 ◁ II ▷ 𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡

[emmybrown]

What do you think the flaws are of the Downton characters ( just the main ones)

hard question 😭 downton abbey is an ensemble show with a huge ensemble, so i'd say it's hard to pick flaws for every character like that, so im just gonna pick some characters and a flaw

Mary Crawley

i'd say mary's biggest flaw is that because she was taught all her life to be this grand lady who has control of all her emotions, she just doesn't know how to deal with her feelings healthily and she has a huge tendency to lash out on others, specially on edith.

Edith Crawley

she takes no responsibility for her actions. she makes a bunch of mistakes, again and again, and never admits she is in the wrong and edith has a tendency to play the victim. sometimes the fact that she never apologized for exposing the pamuk thing keeps me awake at night.

Thomas Barrow

similarly to mary, i'd say his biggest flaw is his tendency to lash out on others. where mary's problem comes from how she was raised, his problem comes from a very justified bitterness towards his place in the world.

Matthew Crawley

can't drive

Robert Crawley

has a big struggle with accepting change, even when it benefits him. roberts holds on to the idea of greatness from this noble past that sometimes it blinds him to see what is really happening.

Daisy Mason

daisy is very quick to make her mind on things. she has this huge soul and she feels things so intensely and with so much of herself that she makes terrible judgments often.

Mrs. Carson

conservative

Tom Branson

has this tendency to tell women who they are in love with even when it's literally none of his business

[siswritesyanderes]

Hi! I’m curious: if you had to be the obsession of one yandere from each of your favorite fandoms, who would you choose and why?

Oh, that’s such a good question! I hope I don’t forget any fandoms. (Every time a question like this comes up, I forget all of my interests, lol.) I’m going to go ahead and include a lot of fandoms in this post, regardless of how much I like the thing itself. (I’m clarifying this because you said “favorite fandoms” and these aren’t necessarily my favorites, lol.) Boy, here’s hoping I don’t learn anything about myself, answering this question. Okay, in no particular order:

Harry Potter:

Okay, I’m thinking Newt or Tom Riddle. Newt is really good at caretaking, he’s soft-spoken, and I know from Les Mis that Eddie Redmayne is able to sing (which, in my mind, means Newt can and he’d sing lullabies). Meanwhile, Tom is powerful and, pre-Horcruxes, not too bad-tempered. He’s got followers, which is good for many reasons; he’s not sadistic like Bellatrix; on the whole, he’s a fairly balanced yandere with a surprising number of benefits.

Or Fred and George; they’re prodigies at what they do (They’re pretty much inventors); they’d be self-aware and fun as yanderes; and also they’re canonically kind of ruthless. Yeah, I think I’m settling on Fred and George for this one.

Twilight: 

By the metric of appearance, Seth or Caius. But if I’m taking everything into consideration, maybe Demetri? His power has great yandere potential that would only backfire on me if I’d already escaped, which I probably wouldn’t manage anyway, since I’m a human. He’s high enough in the Volturi that I’d be safe from most everything, but not one of the main three, which is good because I think being Caius or Marcus’s mate would invite a lot of scrutiny from Aro (and he killed Didyme), and being Aro’s might invite sassiness from Caius; just generally, I wouldn’t want to get in on whatever bond they have unless it was a poly thing where they all cared about me. Also, I’d rather avoid Aro’s power if possible, though I suppose having him be yandere for me would be like empirical evidence that even my entire history of thoughts is attractive, which would boost my ego to an absurd degree. You know what, maybe Aro. 

Then there’s also Benjamin, who has a chill personality, awesome power (especially since fire is the thing that kills vampires; being able to control it is like extra immortality on top of the existing immortality), and the innate freedom of not being a part of the Volturi. Yet, if he were to be recruited by the Volturi, you know he’d be as high-ranking as Demetri, if not higher. Again, safety. Demetri, Benjamin, or Aro, on the vampire side. (No Cullens, since they’ve actively provoked the Volturi and I don’t trust their ability to keep me safe. If Cullens were on the table, though, Jasper and Alice.)

Wolf-wise, I feel like Leah would be a really considerate and protective yandere, and since she’s the fastest of the wolves, I think she could get me out of most danger. Maybe Jared, since the only things I know about him are that he has a sense of humor and he can be SUPER manipulative (Like, that “Lee-lee” thing from Breaking Dawn was ruthless.), and that’s a valuable skill in a yandere’s tool belt. But ultimately I guess I would have to choose Jacob, since any of them would be physically unable to disobey him, even under yandere circumstances, so there’s no guarantee they would protect me no matter how much they wanted to. (Also I wouldn’t have to go through the turning process, if I’m with a wolf instead of a vampire.)

Final answer, Aro, Benjamin, or Jacob.

The Hunger Games:

Boy, I would say Snow, because I know he would pull strings for me and give gifts and stuff, but I also feel like he’d be kind of a selfish yandere. Like, he’d be kind when it’s convenient, but he’d ultimately be looking out for his own happiness. I love Finnick, but I feel like yandere traits for him would manifest too selflessly; like, I’d be worried about Finnick, as a yandere. Johanna “There’s no one left I love” Mason would be fiercely protective, but not worryingly selfless. She’d be clingy and spirited and probably beat some people up over me.

Divergent: 

Definitely Peter! He stabbed a guy in the eye in canon! He’s got an intersection of creepy and pragmatic going on, kind of like a human version of Jasper from Twilight, but without the racial baggage. I get that a lot of people thirst after Eric, and Eric definitely has more power than Peter, but his personality doesn’t interest me.

Percy Jackson:

Percy or Leo. Powers and personalities are perfect for yandere. Nico and Will, if they’re bi; I’m not caught up on Trials of Apollo, so I’m not sure.

WAIT, maybe Reyna?? The confidence, the metal dogs...Yeah, Reyna is awesome, too.

Descendants: 

Harry, Uma, and Gil as a unit. Just all three of them at once. They’re pirates, they’re already so steamy and intense about their relationships in canon (or Harry and Uma are, at least), and they’re all very attractive. If I had to choose one, I think Uma. Or Ben, since he’s a really nice guy with a strong moral compass, at least in the first movie (meaning a yandere interpretation of him would most likely become extreme in his morals, rather than corrupt), and he’s the king.

Detroit Become Human:

(I’m literally only making this a category because I find it unbelievable that any yandere Markus is characterized as, like, a rough and dominant yandere.) Markus was a caretaking android for an old man; he would be very loving, understanding, and supportive. His revolutionary energy is not turned against his loved ones. Nothing in canon suggests he would ever be rough with someone he loves. (Connor, meanwhile, is an android cop who is rough with his friends in canon, but lots of fan works characterize him as soft. Puzzling. Maybe uncomfortable, from a racial standpoint, since Markus is a man of color.) 

Also, Ralph is the absolute perfect mix of well-meaning and delusional and intense. Ralph is perfect as a yandere. Why isn’t there more yandere Ralph?? I love Ralph.

And also Jerry, because he’s cheerful and there’s a lot of him. Just a thousand of this one guy, all in love with one person? Yandere gold.

Undertale:

Sans. Or Asgore. Let’s move on. 😅

Legacy of Orïsha:

Roën. Easy. Another pirate, with emotional intelligence and a sense of humor! Self-aware but with a loose moral compass. I love him.

Avatar: The Last Airbender:

Having thought it through, either Jet or Mai; Jet is a charming yet hot-headed rebel, and we’ve already seen what it’s like when he’s like when he takes his ideals to an extreme. He would absolutely flood a town for his loved one, which, now that I’m saying it, shouldn’t be phrased like a desired outcome, but we’re talking yandere here, so it’s fine. 

Mai, meanwhile, would seem dry and casual while also doing the most. She would be satisfied with just sitting in silence, which is chill. And given her wealth, she might ‘gilded cage’ me. Then again, she’s not very forthcoming with praise or positivity in general.

Actually, yeah, just Jet.

MCU:

Listen, I really dislike Wanda in canon, but Wanda and Vision would be the best yanderes. Their powers, Wanda’s tendency to not take responsibility for her actions, there’s a lot there. And, like, she’s generally nice to people she cares about (and Vision is a Mjolnir-lifting sweetheart); she’s pretty much exactly right to be a yandere.

Maybe Nebula, since I want to give Nebula a hug and let her win at tic tac toe or something. She would fire the very biggest guns at anyone who made themself a threat to me, but one-on-one she’s so soft and frank and I love her.

(I want to say M’Baku because Winston Duke seems so lovely, but M’Baku the character seems too strict; we’ve never seen him with a loved one.)

Dandelion: Wishes Brought to You:

Jieun, in his good end, or Jisoo, in his bad end. Look, my friend got me into this game in high school; don’t look at me. Jieun is smart, psychic, very chill, and a king. Jisoo is practically the opposite. Both work very well as yanderes.

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Lord Tywin Lannister

Age: 41 || Face Claim: Kevin Mckidd || Played by: OPEN

Tywin is the head of house Lannister and father to Jaime, Cersei, and Tyrion. He is a political mastermind, weaving his web of control over his house and Westeros as a whole with an unyielding hand. Conniving and known to never forget nor forgive a slight, his arrogance is unrivaled and his ability to maintain both power and respect through fear is unmatched. With his son Jaime returned to his side as his heir, he has spent countless hours ensuring that his son is ready to take on the role of head of House Lannister. Once the Hand Of the King to Aerys, his relationship with House Targaryen has been one of tolerance and how far that tolerance will go remains to be seen.

Lord Jaime Lannister

Age: 22 || Face Claim: Christopher Mason || Played by: OPEN

Jaime entered this world with instant responsibility mantled to his shoulders that he grated against since the day he was born. Over time, he quickly realized that he felt no desire to become the next head of House Lannister, much to his father's chagrin. At times, he can come off as arrogant and perhaps too blunt for his own good. Yet, there is a kindly side to him that he keeps buried. Cersei only instigates the worst in him as he remains blind to the truth of his own kindness. His short lived joy in the Kingsguard was brought to an end after he killed King Aerys. He was stripped of his position within the Kingsguard and made heir again of House Lannister. Now, he seeks to find some semblance of joy in a world that he never wanted to return to. However, Jaime feels very apathetic towards everything since his honor has been besmirched and all across the land the people he is meant to lead whisper kingslayer under their breaths. He would sooner leave the task of ruling the Westerlands to his sister who has proven herself to be far more cunning and apt for the job.

Lady Cersei Lannister

Age: 22 || Face Claim: Josephine Langford || Reserved by: Triss

The only daughter of Tywin Lannister, Cersei Lannister takes after her father in many ways and resents the societal constraints placed upon her due to her gender. Power hungry and ambitious, she was furious when she was passed over for a marriage to Rhaegar Targaryen and she feels she ought to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. She is the twin sister of Jaime Lannister. They were inseparable as children and as adults this attachment has only become even more intense. Though such has begun to change after the events that unraveled in King’s Landing. Now, she is forced to watch Jaime leave and with him their father as they venture back to Casterly Rock and she left to suffer in King’s Landing. None of it is going according to how she had envisioned it would since her youth. In a sense, she finds herself lost with no direction as she for the first time feels the inklings of fear seeping in. With the kingdom becoming a den of vipers, will the strength and pride of a lioness be enough for her to survive?

Lord Kevan Lannister

Age: 37 || Face Claim: Tom Hiddleston || Played by: OPEN

Kevan since his youth has been referred to as one of the most honorable and loyal of his kin. His older brother, Tywin has always found his brother to be devoted and loyal to the Lannister name and to Tywin himself. Kevan has always been defined as a reliable man; unchanging and steady with the constant shift of time. Many in the family look to him for guidance after Tywin as he seems to be a needed balance to his eldest brother’s frosty and succinct personality. That alone has gained him a set station in the family as he continues to serve as a dedicated military man. Diligent and prepared to serve his brother and the rest of the Lannisters as they have need of him. Though he finds little of this respect within his own marriage and with his children, who find little love for him.

Lady Dorna Swyft

Age: 36 || Face Claim: Theresa Palmer || Played by: OPEN

When she was young, Dorna Swyft was taken into House Lannister as a hostage when her father Harys could not repay his debts to Tywin after Tytos Lannister’s death. There she met Kevan and the two became fast friends. Kevan loved Dorna but her feelings were slower to develop and she could hardly say no when he asked her if she would prefer to be his wife over a prisoner. They have formed a strong bond together. She is described as a gentle soul who prefers to be at home surrounded by family and kin. With a fondness for the Seven, she is devout to her prayer and prays often for her children to marry and one day give her grandchildren to dote upon. Dorna is mother to her and Kevan’s four children: Lancel, Willem, Martyn (NPC), and Janei (NPC).

Lord Tygett Lannister

Age: 33 || Face Claim: Chris Hemsworth || Played by: OPEN

Tygett Lannister has never gotten along with his brother Tywin, often feeling that he is forced to live beneath the proud lion’s shadow. A knight and a fine warrior, though he is considered by many to be a brooding and angry man. With little tolerance for his brother’s schemes, he has a notoriously short fuse that can be ignited with only the smallest of sparks. He is married to Darlessa Marbrand and together they have an infant son named Tyrek. Though he is amongst the younger of his siblings, he has often found a distance from the family in recent times as he deals with his own growing business endeavors in Lannisport. But, there is not only business keeping him there as he has found himself entangled in an affair with a young woman that could cost him muuch if discovered. Hidden from Tywin’s watchful gaze, he operates behind the scenes to secure some peace for himself in a world that has been set against him since birth.

Lady Darlessa Marbrand

Age: 30 || Face Claim: Alexandra Dowling || Played by: OPEN

Darlessa is the wife of Tygett and mother to their son Tyrek. Spoiled and silly, she is known for her high pitched voice and her barbed delivery of niceties; it is often difficult to tell if she is being genuinely kind or simply laughing at you. She has been known at times to flip between loving her husband ardently and condemning his foul humors. She did not bond with her son Tyrek at his birth and prefers to allow septas to maintain his care. She has a fashionable eye and enjoys being the envy of every lady in any room. It does not go unnoticed when it comes to her frivolous and self-serving nature as she begins to drain the wealth of the Lannisters and the sanity of her husband. Though she cares little for the last as his complaints and chastizing falls on deaf ears as she continues to indulge herself. She does not enjoy the company of women who care to challenge her place and often finds sport in ruining others.

Lady Genna Lannister

Age: 38 || Face Claim: Kate Upton || Played by: OPEN

Buxom and quite beautiful, Genna is the only sister of Tywin, Kevan, Tygett, and Gerion. She is keen of wit and an excellent tactician, having listened dutifully to her father’s warmasters as she grew up in hopes of one day helping her brothers and her future husband flourish. After Joanna Lannister’s death, Genna became like a surrogate mother to Tywin’s children. She is loving, yet shrewd and is always willing to give harsh and honest advice. She is married to Emmon Frey and they have several children, though it is clear that Genna is the one who holds the power in the relationship between her and her husband.

Lord Gerion Lannister

Age: 28 || Face Claim: Liam Hemsworth || Played by: OPEN

Gerion is the youngest and most reckless brother of Tywin Lannister. Quick to laugh and easy going, he is beloved by most who meet him. Gerion has never taken Tywin seriously a day in his life which has not always put him in his older brother’s good graces. It has never much bothered him being the youngest and set to inherit nothing. He is close with his nephew Tyrion, likely due to the fact that their mothers both died giving birth to them. Gerion loves him as if he were one of his own children and has always been one of his biggest champions. It is not uncommon to see Gerion amongst the smallfolk for he has a great affinity for them and they him in return.