#but like i said that meme works both ways and that's why they work
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One day (when I've slept enough to both remember enough to make all of my points and be coherent) I'll explain what I meant when I joked about Sophie being worse
#about me#bc i do have Thoughts. and also i did Not mean that negatively lmfao#i love women who are worse! she is not even the worst character i've stanned#arguably that award goes to melanie cavill#but it's not Negative and it sure as hell does NOT mean that i think that nate isn't also deeply deeply flawed#or that she corrupted him somehow#enabled him sometimes? yeah. but he was already either Like That or on the path to being Like That#but like i said that meme works both ways and that's why they work#i will also elaborate on what i mean by that when i'm not so exhausted#she's his compass. she didn't intend to make him worse nor did she#she made him better. he made her better. they balance each other as much as they clash with one another#anyways all of my reasoning for why i felt like i could say she's worse for that meme#do not even have to do with nate lmfao#when i make this post tho i will be Open to civil debate for people to share their povs of why they don't think the same way#that's kinda the other reason why i'll make it though#bc i did Not spend enough time on that meme to be more than mildly irritated by some of the commentary#but i also don't want it totally derailed when i think it's def smth that could be an interesting discussion to be had#and i'll gladly host that discussion when i'm not dying of sleep deprivation#i just wanna give it its own platform y'know?#i don't want it to get lost on a silly little meme#but anyways it's also like#his influence did make her better and hers made him somewhat better too#but in his case her influence more like. balanced him. than anything else#bc he got worse and worse and it had Nothing to do with her#but she was still the one yanking him back from the edge of no return#and i suppose in a way that does inherently make her better#but again when i made that meme and said she was worse i was not even thinking in terms of her actual relationship to nate#as what made her worse lmfao#more along the lines of the collateral damage mostly done by charlotte prentice#and specifically to william and astrid
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sleepover saturday :)
i just got back home and i am with My BeastâŠâŠ.
i enjoy how the second one looks like a big foot sighting. anyway :)
how are we feeling about vaopera don giovanni Drawing Nearer (and carmen. their whole season actually looks very neat)
iâm gonna try and see both dg + carmen
your creature looks so much like a giant weird bug it's so fascinating
va opera's season looks Great this year and i was so happy to see them replace siegfried (i think?? it was one of them rings) with don g. BUT i'm pissed off that don g for some reason is not playing in fairfax, only in richmond and norfolk. i was straight up going to get a season subscription this year but now i'm not gonna because i can't because only two shows are near me!!
i'm still planning on seeing carmen and probably loving v virginia though. i love carmen, and i think it's one of those shows that's hard to fuck up unless you're actively trying (cracknell carmen sucks shit but even still the performances are great, it's just the production that's terrible). and loving v virginia sounds interesting. and i've really enjoyed the productions i've seen from va opera so far (barber of seville and pirates of penzance). i trust them to do something good and interesting and fun, though i'm curious to see that play out for something that isn't a comedy this year.
i still might see don g. i'm not sure. richmond is like a 2 hour drive for me, which is not out of the question entirely, especially for a weekend matinee which they do have. and thankfully the matinee is on sunday, not saturday, which is an Absolute no go this year considering that's yom kippur. and as much as i love don g i am not skipping services for that. so...idk, i'd love to see it, but i'm not sure yet, given the timing and the fact that it means a lot of driving in a single day. it's not out of the question yet, but i'm still on the fence i guess.
[ask meme]
#tbh i'm not even sure if single tickets are on sale yet though so i probably shouldn't worry about it just yet anyway#but i would loooove to see it. i want to see what they do with it. like i said i've enjoyed va opera's other productions a lot so far#and the like. marketing design they've got for it. looks really fun#but. agh. driving. holiday weekend. i don't even have my work and orchestra schedules yet. idk. we'll have to see ig#sasha answers#ask meme#sleepover saturday#malusienki#i don't understand why only carmen and loving v virginia are in fairfax but not don g and cosi#what does gmu center for the arts have against mozart huh? Huh??#if they both were here i would have gone for a subscription tbh#i would have gone to see cosi again! i don't particularly love cosi but it's still mozart#and like i said i think va opera could do something fun with it#but i'm not going out of my way all the way to richmond to see cosi yknow. lol#but carmen i want to see. and probably loving v virginia too. i should reach out to my one opera enjoyer colleague#and see if he wants to go with. he's been interested in va opera but hasn't gone yet because he doesn't have a car#but we could carpool
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droners might have some flaws but i really think that if someone wants to write a proper rivals to lovers dynamic then they should study whatever hannah and corto have as a reference
#like just. i have heard a bunch of people complain about enemies to lovers dynamics sometimes accidentally turning out to just be toxic#because of the writers not nailing down the jackpot of the hostility from both parties being balanced#and also other reasons. and i myself have my own too. bcs its just not an easy dynamic to write#but genuiely so far? so far these two have none of these issues#their relationship goes from hating each other to considering each other a more respected rival to genuine friends in a great way that-#-doesnt feel rushed or unnatural#and they're unified by having far more similarities than you'd think they'd have at first glance. which was both why they hated each other#and why they work so great now that they're friends#AND their haterism towards each other back when they werent friends was very balanced and equal. they both hated each others guts lmao#and now that they're friends they still bicker but it was said directly that now its just how they act when racing is involved & theyre-#competing against each other. like that one 'best friends off court sworn enemies on it. athletes understand' meme#and outside of it they're genuiely friends and like each other#and EVEN DURING RACING. HAVE YOU SEEN THE MECHANIX RACE#their bickering during the race is pure fun for them they're LAUGHING TOGETHER it's so great#PLUS THE SHOW WENT OUT OF ITS WAY MORE THAN ONCE TO SHOW HOW WELL THEY CAN SYNCHRONIZE.#HOW WELL THEY CAN WORK TOGETHER.#i could say more. i could say more about them. but just know that the droners yuri is real#for the record though they're not. canon. i dont want to queerbait anyone on accident.#but i havent seen a single fan that wouldnt agree that they have something going on there#which even with a fandom this small is saying something
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forgive me my ignorance (<-not sarcastic, this really is an area i know very little about), but my perspective as a consumer (for car insurance specifically), is this: my big issue is that insurance is REQUIRED to register and drive a car (at least in all the states I've lived in) and driving a car is basically required to have and hold a job.
to be fair, the second thing is more of the problem, but notwithstanding major legislation to expand public transportation which has yet to materialize, the situation is that i have to be able to drive to make enough money to live in a home, and the car insurance company can basically name their price (notably this issue is part of what is so heinous about medical insurance also)
and to be fair to insurance companies, even if they were trying to be good and give the best possible prices to their customers, they are at the whims of the larger markets -- the prices on medical bills (ballooned by medical supply companies and pharma companies basically extorting them), the prices of car parts, the price of gasoline to transport those car parts, probably lots of other market stuff I don't know because like I said i do not know much about this. so there is a bunch of risk the insurance company has to take as well. it is in their interest to act like a company, a money-making entity.
notably, as a profit-seeking entity, they then also find themselves relying on statistics as per @cobrilee's tags, and relying on those kinds of statistics ends up reinforcing institutionalized prejudice. you want redlining? this is how you get redlining.
in the process of writing this post, i looked up the official reason why car insurance is mandatory in 48 out of 50 states. the given reason? public safety.
specifically the idea that if you are hit by a car at no fault of your own, that you should not be expected to pay your medical bills. and i basically agree! that is an assumption that seems fair to buy into as part of living together in a cooperative society. (i will note that who "you" is can really determine who gets to be "at fault" buuuuut we cannot disentangle all of society's prejudices in one go so moving on)
but you know what? if it's for public safety, why is it being handled by entities that are necessarily driven by profit?
the fact is that having and driving a car is basically a requirement to be a working (usamerican) adult, but that it is regulated like it is a luxury item and it is really frustrating. if insurance is mandatory for public safety, it should be a matter of public safety handled by the government. it should be unconcerned with profit!
and if the government had to start really shouldering those costs, i think they might just see that public transportation is much cheaper, more efficient, and all around better than the 1 Car Per USAmerican (Mandatory) system we currently have. and we could have a competent public transportation system. and i would cry tears of joy.
The most frustrating part of working in insurance is knowing why people's insurance premiums are increasing so dramatically but not being able to explain it without sounding like you're defending a bunch of giant megacorporations
#but then again the car corporations (+ associated) have had a full century to build up lobbying money so ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ i wouldn't hold my breath#k.txt#also i am VERY aware than there are people in poverty who are working adults without cars--#they suffer greatly for it!! to the point of it being on par with homelessness!!#in fact ppl will have to choose between housing costs vs car costs & become homeless while living in the car bc it's THAT MUCH OF A BARRIER#anyway i have NO idea how any of this goes for homeowners insurance (insert *housing crisis* gif here) & only minimal knowledge for medical#so this may be very insular to car insurance specifically#but i expect that the conflict between ''public necessity'' and ''provided by profit-seeking entity ONLY'' is seen in both those areas too#this kind of reminds of the whole fight to make wifi a utility (which is should be treated as!!! esp for rural areas!!)#also i focused on the bigger picture here but in a smaller picture way as well#i drive a shitbox car that is not worth the insurance i am forced to pay on it and it drives me CRAZY#and i don't blame the insurance company for not wanting to insure me for cheap-- my shitbox car is liable to breakdown anytime!#that makes me statistically prone to crashes! i get it!#but if they don't want to insure me. and i don't want them to insure me. why the fuck do i need insurance?#public safety? okay. make a public institution & take the costs out of my taxes! (take it out of the wealthy's taxes actually)#anyway sorry for writing so damn much it's a disease#OH YEAH also obligatory ''it's all capitalism''/''fuck capitalism'' but like. i wanted to break it down more#esp since ''fuck capitalism'' like ''it's reagan's fault'' have become memes/catchphrases instead of meaningful accusatory statements#AND. note that i said ''it should be nationalized'' AND ''it should be unconcerned with profit''.#both parts are important and w/o the latter it doesn't really matter if car insurance were to be nationalized#like. wow yay i can be fucked over by the us gov't instead of private corporations. my favorite.
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Ritualsâïž(Leona x Reader)
Leona is low on spoons after the Tamashina-Mina tournament and needs some attention. Also what better way for him to sneakily court his favorite creature?
Curated from my 200k+ words Leona x Yuu fic
Characters: Leona Kingscholar x Yuu!Reader (GN. No physical description for Yuu. Yuu knows massage therapy.)
Words: 3k, 3rd person
Notes: I saw a meme the other day about how: âLiberalism leaves peopleâs bodies when mental health starts to affect someoneâs hygieneâ and I thought of how the fandom used to treat Leona. Also, I really wanted to make the âhe uses you as a pillowâ cliche not icky.Â
Tagging: @comingyourlugubriousness @nammanarin @twst-the-night-away @twstinginthewind @ephemii @the-monday-witch @anevilbunnyinthehat @stagefullofsilly @theshipthatneversetsail @patrioticarcreactor @ice-cweam-sod4 @beaniz @the-nightingales-song @efsstash @cyn-write @porcelain-animatronic @lowcallyfruity @bestmannequin2018 @h0rr0r-10ver-69
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It was baffling enough of a request that Leona Kingscholar invited Yuu to his home, but even more so was the thing he asked of them now.
âWhat? Am I your servant now, too?â
âNo, course not.â He seemed deeply offended at this implication, nostrils flaring in indignance while his ears flopped backward against his hair. âIâmâŠaskinâ you.â His ears flipped back up as he took a step closer, awaiting their response.
âWait. You're seriousâŠ?â Yuu asked with a crinkle of their nose.
âPleaseâŠ?â The word was barely audible, the manâs green-eyed stare never breaking from theirs. âIf youâd be so kindâŠâ He smirked, putting on an air, propping a hand on his hip. It was a warm day at the palace and he donned a pair of loose linen pants and a matching cream-colored tank top, all embroidered with gold.
Yuu swayed their head back and forth while they considered the idea, unimpressed by the sudden âprincelyâ act. What was he up to? They gazed down at the object in their hand as if it held the answer. Well, it wasnât often that they heard that word from Leona Kingscholar. âFine, okay.âÂ
Was it really such a big deal, brushing his hair?
â
The hammock below the two of them swayed with both their weights as they sat face to face, each teetering on each edge of the colorful canvas. Late afternoon light filtered through the stained glass over all the greenery of the palace gardens, gilding everything it touched.Â
Sighing, Yuu made another move, leaning forward to grab another section of the dark waves from the manâs shoulder. They hadnât even ended up using the brush much so far. The only thing it had been good for was hitting the man when he talked back.Â
âWell, the good news isâŠI got most of it.â
On their way here, Yuu grabbed their bag, bringing it with them to the gardens. Luckily, they kept a few favorites with them at all times. A small vial of rosehip oil; that would work. It could be used for both skin and hair in a pinch. Removing the dropper from the bottle they dripped some more into their palms, rubbing them together before applying it to the end of the manâs loose curls.
âStinks.â
Yuu couldnât help but roll their eyes at him. âItâs just rose. Itâs nothing compared to that eye-watering cologne you bathe in every day. They sighed, working it through his thick tresses in the silence, pulling it all through to the ends of each section. â...I shouldnât really be brushing it when itâs all tangled like this, you know.â
âTch, I know that,â He said indignantly, his lips pressing into a small pout, eyes downcast to watch them work. âEveryone just assumes my hair is like my brotherâsâŠâ
They pressed their lips together. âHmph. Then do it yourself, next time, huh? â Letting out a huff, they released the bushel of soft curls, the dark curtain falling over Leona's neck. His hair honestly wasnât as bad as he had made it seem. It just needed some moisture and careful detangling.
âNaw, why would IâŠwhen youâre already doing it for me.â The man reclined forward, propping his elbow on the canvas. âMmm.â He watched them move on to the next section, meticulously separating the frizz and smoothing it over with the oil. Releasing a small sound in his throat, he stared up at them with lethargic eyes, seemingly in a trance.Â
Yuu shook their head at his comment, knowing that secretly he was just eating up the attention. Â Keeping their eyes down on their work, they were careful not to pull too hard on his strands.
Leona muttered something as his lids fell completely closed, the end of his tail tapping on the edge of the hammock by their knee. A steady drumbeat.
They took their time with the rest, with only the noise of a few birds calling and Leonaâs occasional sigh or grumble. It wasnât long before, their lids lulled down too. It was relaxing in a way, quietly detangling someoneâs hair.
Every once and a while their eyes flitted to the manâs face, catching the little twitch of the corner of his lips. After Yuu was done the detangling, they pulled two equal parts of the bottom sections forward, trying their best to get them even. They stuck their tongue out while they focused, before braiding them as neatly as they could manage, in the way he normally wore them.Â
âThere, you look more like yourself...â Yuu shrugged when they were done, tugging on one of the braids, and making sure the man wasnât actually asleep. âBetter?â They crossed their arms, raising a brow over at him.
âYeah.â The man opened his eyes slightly, the edge of his mouth falling into a crooked, but satisfied smile. âYou did good.â His voice crackled just like the way a warm fire would. Like the bonfires at Savanclaw. He may have been sincere, but everything Leona said was always dipped in just a little bit of patronization.
Yuu palmed him on the forehead, pushing his face away slightly before letting their fingers drift up to his scalp, moving some of the hair out of his face.
âHm?â He questioned, shifting slightly, turning his head to look up at what they were doing.
âAre you uh- still having those headaches?â They began to work their finger into his crown, between his twitching ears, pressing gently down on a few familiar pressure points. âI have to tell you, Iâm the best.â
âI always have a headache when you're around.â He sat up erect, suddenly seeming full of energy, grabbing their calves and yanking them closer to him, practically into his lap. He kept going until the backs of their legs were hooked over his thighs. He chuckled in delight at their bewildered deer-in-headlights reaction.Â
Yuu froze at his boldness, pressing their lips together into a pout as they stared up at him with blinking eyes.Â
âDonât be all shy, now. Prove it. I think I got a big one coming on.â He purred at them.
Still playing, hm? âHmph.â They huffed out a breath at his shenanigans.
Leona didnât let them get far though, keeping his lock around their ankles, leaning over to study their reaction. âFeel free to say no.â He released them, holding his hands up innocently. â...If youâre not up to the task that is.â A bit of his white fangs gleamed as his sneer widened, leering at them through his dark lashes.
âYou-â Yuu stuttered, resigning themselves. They were falling for it. This is what Leona was best at: pushing others into âproving themselvesâ by gently prodding them from their comfort zone.
âFine.â Saying nothing more, they only lifted their hands to evaluate him once more, taking in a breath before tracing their fingers down the sides of his muscular neck.Â
Ah, the man seemed a bit surprised to see them agree, but he quickly masked it with another smug smile as he lifted his jaw to accommodate them.
Leonaâs skin was much warmer than theirs and surprisingly smooth, his excited pulse fluttering under their fingers. âHm. You are tense.â They muttered aloud, pressing their thumb into one of the hard muscles there. âThat hurt?â
âAck, what do you think? BeastâŠâ He hissed, his ears lowering slightly, grabbing their wrist to stop them.
Yuu smirked, most people didnât expect that kind of strength from themâŠuntil they gave them a chance to prove it. âSheesh, sorry you big baby. I was just askinâ.â They rolled their eyes and swatted his nosy hand away. This allowed them to focus again, laying their palms on both of his broad shoulders.Â
They could see it clearly now, his shoulders were rounded forward, and his left side was higherâsignaling to them he probably held more tension there.
The man was studying them again, one grumpy eye barely open.Â
Yuu chuckled, no one expects how much it hurts. Though as much as they enjoyed hurting the man, they went in softer this time, gently kneading his shoulders and neck, before they bothered to poke him anymore. As they worked closer to his jaw, they became enveloped in his signature smell. Traces of cinnamon, hints of orange, and star anise lingered on their fingertips as they explored his exposed skin, taking care to not pull on the golden necklace that hung from his neck.
âHowâŠdid you know?â Leona asked through a groan.
 They had hit the right spot.
âThe way you walk, for one. You know, with your head forward. For royaltyâŠyour posture is terrible, you know. You heard Vil. Anyways, I can just tell by feeling most of the time.â Yuu added, continuing to work on the tightest areas first.
âTch, youâre one to talk,â He said through his groans, brown ears flopping to the sides as he began to relax into their skilled touch. â...I recall us both getting reamed by Schoenheit at those practices.â
âHey, Iâm not the one on trial here. You asked for my expert opinion.â They continued, reaching around to the back of the manâs neck to rub circles in the base of his skull, moving up into his thick hair.
Leona made a rumbling noise in his chest at this, letting his head nod forward until he went completely limp in their hands. Somewhere, between the ticks of both their breaths, he had slumped his whole weight on them. A whole lion in their lap.
âMmm.â He nuzzled his forehead against Yuu's shoulder, moving his hand from their calf up onto their arm, running a finger across the loose thread of their sleeve.
Yuu tensed, the manâs warm breath tickling their neck. It felt a little surreal to think such a powerful mage lay against them now like an oversized house cat. It was sort of an honor that he felt so relaxed around them. Sort of.Â
They shook their head, trying not to giggle, and straightened their back to accommodate the new weight. Yuu kept on working as if nothing had changed, ignoring the fluttering in their guts that his soft breaths over their cheeks stirred.Â
After they finished with his scalp, they worked back down to his shoulders, grabbing both of them and twisting them to one side, signaling wordlessly for the man to turn around for them. The hammock squeaked as he rearranged himself and Yuu pulled his head down into the center of their lap. Â
Some people they had worked on, like Jack, could never fully relax for them, no matter how many times they reminded him to. However, the oxymoron of man before them seemed to have no problem flopping over like a sleepy kitten, ready to be petted.Â
Going by cat behavior, he had shown them his belly, a small sliver peeking from the edge of his top. Now, with a completely malleable lion in their lap, Yuu couldnât help but smile. He was totally at their mercy, moving whichever way they pulled him.
Their fingers made their way up and down his neck shoulders and even a bit of his chest, respecting the barrier of his tunic's low neckline.
Every once in a while, Leonaâs lips tumbled open with a deep rumbling sigh of relief, pressing himself in their touch with each stroke, seeming to crave more and more. Their face grew hot, some part of this feltâŠtoo intimate. No, no. It was just a massage, but the manâs touch-starved reactions were becoming harder and harder to ignore.
 It was only when Yuuâs fingers reached up to his jaw did Leona open his eyes once more.
As their fingertips settled on the sides of his face, his shoulders went stiff under their care, Leonaâs pulse ramping up for the first time during the massage. His jaw tightened as they brought their fingers up to the temples of his grimacing face, trying to soothe him.Â
He couldnât be nervous now, could he?
âYouâŠhold a lot of tension in your face too,â They said calmly, urging his head to the right side, âEspecially yourâŠjaw.â They moved down to press their thumb into his cheek, easily finding the small, rigid muscle on the left side of his face.
The man grunted, âEasy.âÂ
Yuu shook their head again and eased up some. â...Just breathe.â They sighed, rolling their eyes as they massaged his jaw. âThat right there is probably a big culprit of your headaches, you know.â
âHmm,â He replied thoughtfully, his face softening some at their more gentle method.Â
Their fingers worked each side of his face some more, then trailed slowly up his nose, rubbing circles across his sinuses. When they made their way up to his âthird eyeâ area they rubbed extra hard to make a point, trying to get him to relax once more. âSorry, just trying smooth out that permanent wrinkle you got thereâŠâ
Leona scoffed, dipping his head back into their touch, and closing his eyes shut again. âTch, yeah well, every time I come home to visit it ages me five years, so...â He chuckled.
Yuu let out a light chuckle too, taking the strokes they made on the manâs cheeks upward and into his hairline, brushing against his scar a few times.
Leonaâs forehead creased, an uncommon expression gracing his usually stern or sarcastic face. His broad nose curled in discomfort and they could see his eyes flicker anxiously under his lids. He was even holding his breath.
âHeyâŠJust breathe I told you!â They repeated with another soft laugh. âIt helps with circulation.â
âMmph.â The man said nothing and grunted at them before exhaling loudly. They would have thought they were doing something painful to him by his expressions.
Yuu tilted their head, realizing exactly what this was all about. They cupped their palms around his cheeks before dragging the stroke up, one of their fingertips running over the edge of his scar again to test the theory.Â
The skin was dryer there and slightly raised. It created extra pull whenever they went over it. But, besides thatâŠit was no different than any other part of his face. The Leona Kingscholar couldnât be self-conscious, could he? No one ever really commented on it, and it surely did nothing but, to quote Rook: add to his âhandsome and rugged charisma.â
But, the more they thought about it, they could understand why he was so dodgy about it. A memory like that, couldnât have been pleasant.
The more times Yuu went over it they sensed a strange pull of energy from the area, like deep space. They were sure it was something the man had buried deep, so he could convince himself that he didnât remember what actually happened anymore.Â
Canât remember every little scratch, he said once. How many people knew the real truth, they wondered. Or if there were any legends behind it in the palace.
âYou donât have taâ touch it.â The man blurted out, trying to keep a straight face. His lips pressed together hard before he feigned a usual smug grin. âThough, I know that youâre a professional and all.â
âWha-â Yuu almost wanted to roll their eyes at him for how dramatic he was being but, they didnât.Â
 âAnd- WhyâŠwould it bother me?â They asked casually, continuing the face massage as normal.
âHmph.â Leona let out a huff, one side of his mouth arching upwards into a small smile. âIâŠsee.â When he opened his eyes again, they were shiny, reflecting the tree tops around them. âNot many people have uh-â
 âFeel better?â Yuu lifted their hands from his face as they finished, saving him from the awkwardness of elaborating further. They had seen plenty enough to know how relieved he was at their response. That was enough.
âMmhm.â He answered, clearing his throat before sitting up to face them again, the whole hammock groaning in response. â....Thank ya.â He muttered, reaching behind to rub the back of his neck. âMuch looser now-â
Leona sighed, eyebrows curving up over his eyes. Then, all at once his gaze snapped up to them, taking them in from head to toe. In one smooth movement, he let his body settle down against theirs, his strong shoulder pressing against them.Â
Yuuâs heart hammered against his, mirroring the same fervid beat. No, this was more than just hair brushing. They hadnât considered the implications until this moment, those of beastmen courtship and personal hygiene that they had read about. The concepts were often interlinked. Sacred.
A hug? No, he was just still just staring at them now, inches away, like a cat ready to pounce. The usual slits of his eyes were dark pools of space, reflecting back their own baffled expression.Â
Yuu swallowed. They were so gridlocked by his intense stare, it was hard to speak or even breathe with him pressing them so firmly to the canvas hammock. He seemed at odds with something, his worn gaze downcast. âW-WhatâŠwhatâs wrong, Leona?â They whispered through an unsteady chuckle, managing to keep their head.
âNothinâ. Nothinâ at all.â He whispered, letting his weight sink further into them. There was a peaceful smile on his face as he reached up to grab a section of their hair from behind their ear, twisting it between his fingertips, tail flopping behind him lazily.
It felt like they were being chosen for something.
âWha-â Their eyes widened, it took them a whole 30 seconds to realize the man was braiding the pieces together, calm and methodical, like when he was arranging his pieces on a chess board. Part of the plan. It was obvious Leona knew how to braid hair but it wasâŠsurreal to behold it.
When he was done the corner of his mouth turned up more, creasing a dimple into his cheek. His eyes fixated on the sight of his results, he was soâŠproud of his work.
Yuu didnât even have time to speak before he turned his head away, lying his cheek on one side of their shoulder once more. He had done it so casually as if he had done it a hundred times before and would do it a hundred times more.
They understand why he did it, the two of them wereâŠa matching set now.
He chose them. Their heart squeezed as the man draped his arms around their waist, locking them in place once more as something shifted between them.
 Leonaâs cocky air had all but dissipated. â...Is this okay with ya?â He muttered so softly they almost missed it. He was asking permission, asking if they would accept him.
âOh umâŠY-yes.â They let their arms fall around his back, tugging on the end of his curls as they held him. Yes, he was getting way too comfortable, but it was their fault for allowing it, right? Yuu laid their head on his, letting him know for sure that: yes, it was okay.
âHey, I know you're not falling asleep right now.â They grumbled playfully, tugging on his hair and furrowing their brow. Meanwhile, they curled their legs around his torso like a koala as he held them tight, making sure there was no space between them.
They knew it was all a lost cause. He had set the board how he wanted. He would not let them go again, and they didnât want him to.
âShh,â Leona mumbled into their shirt, inhaling deeply. â Youâve been real workinâ lately hard, right? Rest witâ me.â
âBut I-â Yuu yawned, their eyes watering some as they did. The action had forced their eyes shut. The breeze also was not helping, rocking them both gently inside the hammock. âFine. But just for a little while.â They breathed out, their own shoulders finally relaxing. Yuuâs head slumped over to gently bob against Leonaâs.Â
âYou winâŠthis time.â
The man only chuckled at their admission of defeat, a warm note buzzing against their chest.Â
The last thing they saw was the colored glass of the greenhouse, filtering in pink light through the serrated leaves of the palm trees.
Leonaâs sighs of contentment traveled through their body, as his warm fingers kneaded into their back.Â
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#another Leona x Yuu fic was requested on ao3#twst#leona kingscholar#leona x reader#leona kingsholar x reader#twst leona#tamashina mina#disney twisted wonderland#twst x reader#bunnwich writesđ
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Sergeant Snuggles
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky wants you to get some much needed rest. Word Count: Over 1.6k Warnings: Fluff, swearing, humor, reader is tired, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and the best boyfriend, okay?). A/N: I'm tired. I want Bucky to fix my schedule. Again! â€ïžNot beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You shouldâve taken the afternoon off. You knew that. There was no reason for you to remain in the building beyond your earlier debriefing. The mission you completed was successful, but you hardly slept over the last few days because of it. Describing yourself as tired was an understatement.
But you had a tendency to stretch yourself thin at times and were stubborn, a trait Bucky both loved and fought you on.
The beautiful brunette you were lucky enough to call your boyfriend leaned over in his chair as you stifled a yawn. âThatâs the fifth time youâve done that in the last two minutes,â he whispered low enough to not draw attention.
âGlad youâre keeping count,â you whispered back, feeling his steel eyes linger on you as before he turned his focus back to Steve. At least he didnât say he told you so after you turned down his suggestion this morning to call in.
You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, the stubble on his strong jawline catching your attention. He hadnât shaved in a few days. Hardly slept either. Still looked gorgeous.
How was that fair?
âJust take a break,â he urged, tucking a strand of his long hair behind his ear. âItâll help.â
âNo, Iâm fine,â you argued, picking up your drink and downing the rest of it, as if it would give you a boost. âWe have a busy day. I donât have time to use one of the pods.â
S.H.I.E.L.D. had recently built a lounge area for agents to rest and recoup during the day and between missions. Some of the pods were large enough for two people to rest comfortably together. Why not cuddle with your soldier for a short time? As nice as it sounded, you had to get through a few more hours of work.
âI love you, but youâre about two seconds away from putting your head on the table,â Bucky whispered, your heart skipping a beat. It did that whenever he professed his love for you. But you were also feeling a bit grouchy, even though he was only trying to help
âAnd I love you, but Iâm about two seconds away from flipping this table,â you hissed before Steve cleared his throat. âSorry,â you added sheepishly. It wasnât his fault the mission cost you precious sleep.
The blondeâs brow furrowed. Like Bucky, he knew you pushed yourself too hard some days. You had to though. You weren't a super soldier like they were. âItâs okay,â he said before he continued.
Exhaustion veiled your normally bright and attentive gaze. The Captain had a commanding presence, yet your eyelids drooped as he kept talking. You werenât sure if you were able to fall asleep sitting up and you didnât want to find out. With a shake of your head, you had to try and fight the waves of drowsiness that crashed in your mind and washed over your body.
It was a losing battle. You used to laugh at memes that talked about meetings that couldâve been done in an email, but it didnât seem so humorous now that you were living it. Why didn't you just stay home?
You jolted when your boyfriend suddenly placed his hand on your thigh and you wished you could say you blamed it on his touch. âWhat? What happened?â You asked. Did you fall asleep or just zone out?
âThe meetingâs over,â he replied, nodding to the now empty room. You hadnât seen anyone walk out. That wasnât good.
âShit.â You rubbed your temple, an ache building in your head. Youâd have to apologize to Steve later because there was no way you retained anything he stated. âWhat time is it?â
Bucky checked his watch with a slight frown. âItâs 10:55.â
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck that.
âYeah.â Buckyâs lip twitched in a smile when you realized you said that out loud. âFuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck that.â
You huffed, your head cloudy again before you slumped in your chair. There was no way youâd make it through the day, as much as you wanted to try. You were useless in this condition. âOkay. I may need a nap,â you admitted.
He smiled softly as he pushed his chair back and held out his hand. âI had a feeling. Thatâs why I booked us one of the pods before we got here,â he said. It shouldn't have come as a surprise. He knew you better than you knew yourself. âLet's go.â
You pouted, but took his outstretched hand. âAre you sure I can't just try and suck it up?â You asked, covering your mouth with your other hand when you yawned yet again. âThereâs still work to do.â
âAnd you're not going to finish it right this second,â he stated firmly, the drop in his voice making your throat go dry. He meant business when he used that tone. âYou're going to let everyone else handle it, and they can handle it, and you are going to get some rest.â
You loved this man for putting up with and caring for you. âYes, Sergeant, but I still don't want a nap,â you grumbled, wondering just how whiny you sounded.
He chuckled, the sound making you giggle. It was infectious. âJust twenty minutes. Itâs all I'm asking for to start. You worked hard and deserve a nap,â he said, sneaking a soft kiss in when you pouted again. âIf you wonât do it for yourself, do it for me? Please?â
Something vulnerable flashed in his eyes before he blinked it away. Nightmares still plagued him and you discovered that he rested easier with you beside him. Your presence didnât always chase the horrors away, but it helped. Maybe he needed this nap just as much as you did.
What kind of partner would you be if you didn't help?
âOkay, Bucko. For you,â you smiled, leaning into his side as he guided you down the hall. Youâd do anything for him. âYou know, my caffeine let me down,â you added.
âI know, baby.â
âItâs a betrayal. It was supposed to stimulate me,â you mumbled.
âI know, baby,â he said again, going along with your tired rambling. âBut we both know I stimulate better than that ever could.â
âYeah, you do,â you smiled. He was very good at that. âAnd this is a good excuse for us to cuddle.â
âAs long as you get some sleep, you can have all the cuddles you want,â he promised.
A tired smile touched your lips. âI should call you Sergeant Snuggles.â
It was at that moment that Sam walked by, the smirk on his face telling you that he at least caught the nickname you just came up with. Your gaze flickered to Buckyâs profile, catching the clench in his jaw as he stared at his colleague and friend. It was a sexy look, but now wasnât the time to think about that. And Sam, the good man he was, didn't say a word. He nodded and went on his way.
Which likely meant he pocketed the nickname to bring up at a later time.
âSorry,â you whispered, hoping you hadnât embarrassed him.
Fondness took over Bucky's blue eyes when he swung his gaze back toward you. âDon't be sorry. You can call me whatever you want,â he assured you, taking you into the longue.
The low light created a peaceful atmosphere and you found yourself longing for relaxation as Bucky brought you to the pod furthest in the corner. He helped you in before he climbed in beside you, his massive frame making you feel safe and warm as he held you against him. His fingers moved along your back in a slow and soothing pattern and your breathing began to match his after a minute. It made it easy for your eyes to slip shut.
You still couldnât believe that you had someone in your life like Bucky. The man did everything in his power to put your needs first and make sure he took care of you. Not because he didnât think you were strong or capable enough to do so yourself, but because he recognized that you didnât have to do everything alone. That was why he was your partner.
In work, in love, and in life.
âThanks, Bucky,â you sighed, wishing you were awake enough to say how much you appreciated him. âSorry for whining and bitching and being stubborn.â
âYou donât need to thank me and you didnât whine or bitch. Iâll give you stubborn though,â he said, casually tossing a leg over you before you could move away. If you asked it of him, heâd lay on top of you like a blanket. âJust get some sleep and donât push yourself today, please. Iâll feel a lot better if you relax.â
Youâd feel a lot better, too. âOne more question and I will.â
He hummed as he waited for you to speak.
âWhat's the policy on sex in the pods?â You asked, resting a hand on his chest and feeling his heart start to race. âFor future us, for the record. I love you, but weâre not trying somnophilia here today.â
He exhaled a laugh against your forehead before he kissed it, warmth spreading like a balm through your head. âI love you, too,â he whispered. Dragging his lips down to yours. âAnd Iâm sure we can find a way to make it work, but not until you rest, okay? Need you at one hundred percent for that.â
âYes, Sergeant Snuggles,â you replied, feeling him hold you a little tighter before you finally got some much needed sleep.
I hope this reads well. đ€Ł I'm le tired. Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
Masterlist â Bucky Barnes Masterlist â Ko-Fi
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ok but I have Thoughts about the way Minecraft usernames translate to actual names, both irl and in fanfic. Theyâre definitely âobsessed with structure and grumpy at inconsistency flavor autismâ thoughts but still. I find it weird how we cut and paste the media weâre given to fit what we view as functional worldbuilding, and how that gets screwy when translating online names.
like, youâre working with several categories here. The personâs actual real name, their irl nickname, their gamer tag, a name possibly contained by or possibly the entirety of that gamer tag, and any extra pieces or symbols in the gamer tag. And you have the weird situation where those categories might not easily translate to a âFirst Name Last Nameïżœïżœïżœ structure. For an example, weâve got Phil Watson, whoâs gamer tag is âPh1LzA,â and is called Philza Minecraft or Philza. The âMinecraft last nameâ is aâŠ. Bit? A joke? A reference to a bit of lore? Itâs unclear. The âZaâ bit was put there for flair and is now an integral part of his name. Sometimes itâs his last name. Sometimes his real last name is chucked in there. the 1 in his actual username is literally never referenced in nicknames or fic itâs like itâs not even there. But thatâs a simple one. What about Tubbo_? because we call him Tubbo Underscore. Like. We say the â_â aloud. Why do we do that. What has possessed us to make that decision? What about FitMC? Iâve usually heard it said âFit Emsee.â Why say that, and not say âMinecraft? Thatâs not even really a last name, itâs just likeâŠ. His full first name. Fit is used more like a shortened nickname. BadBoyHalo. Like. âBad boyâ is a slang term, not a name. It would make the most sense to call him Halo, thatâs the distinct noun in the name, the term the âbad boyâ bit is referring to. Like âGoodTimesWithScarâ but noooo. Bad. Halo is usually a last name, if itâs there at all. Skeppy on the other hand is⊠just his name. No last name ever. Technoblade is also weird. Technoblade is his full name. We call him that. We ALSO call him âTechno,â and use Blade as a last name. We also use Blade as a title. What the heck. GeminiTay. We call her Gem. We use Tay as a last name sometimes. Her name is a Zodiac constellation. Literally nowhere Iâm have I seen that affect her naming conventions. IJevin. We just⊠remove the I. For everything. This wouldnât bother me except we donât do it with everyone and Iâm starting to get annoyed by the inconsistency. GoodTimesWithScar. Ok. This one also bugs me. Like, most fics call him Scar Goodtimes when they need a name. Iâm not gonna dig into it but thatâsâŠ. Why? Why that? Grian never gets a last name. Ranboo sometimes gets chopped into Ran and Boo but usually heâs an Underscore or heâs last nameless. Wilbur Soot functions wonderfully (until the get involved shhhh) but itâs too close to his real name it gets very confusing.
anyway, all of this sucks, I hate it all, weâre a terrible fandom /hj
all that nonsense aside, yknow who has a functional Firstname Lastname username? Itâs even got a space, and proper capitals: Mumbo Jumbo. Thatâs who. Look at that. Itâs perfect. Everyone should be more like Mumbo Jumbo. Thank you and good night.
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Edit: I know about Ranboo Beloved and Grian Dreamslayer and the various other characters whose names I didnât mention perfectly in this post. This was no piece of journalism, this was an old man shouts at cloud meme personified. I was very overstimulated and this was what happened to catch my autistic ire. Iâm not upset, just figured Iâd clarify, a lot of people seem distressed at my not mentioning Beloved. Hope yâall are having a lovely day đ
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HAZBIN HOTEL X CAELUS! READER
prompt: you were found digging in their trash and they took you in
(I got covidđ so me posting xreader will be kinda slow)
You were digging for some food ever since you fell from heaven because you kept fighting people over trashâŠI mean damn readerâŠ
You fell with a blank look as you had a rotten banana in your mouth as you looked down to see pentagram cityâŠso what did you do? You pulled out your fire sword and slash the ground to soften your fall which worked. You changed it to a bat for protection as you found a dumpster!
CHA-CHINGâš MORE TRASHHHH
You dig in the dumpster not hearing a person whistling. The person dropped the garbage bag shocked to see aâŠ.? Whatever you are digging in the dumpster. Your face was completely dirty as you lift it up to show you found a cool old watch.
Charlie didnât know what to do. Are you homeless? Is what she thought as she takes you out the garbage as you blankly stare at her ââą_âąâ âuhm sweetie are you okay?â ââŠâŠâ ânot much of a talker huhâŠâ you just stayed quiet as Charlie introduced herself and shook your hand bringing you to the hotel so you can have a place to stay.
I feel like you were a new angel and only stayed for like 1 monthâŠ(free trial ass shitâŠ) and so when you didnât act holy and proper. Thatâs why you mostly got kicked out
Vaggie will know you are an angel because of your angelic look and golden eyes as you just stand there minding your business. You tell her you fell because you fought over your treasureâŠ.your trash practically. So Vaggie tells you what happened to her and you hugged her making her feel safe about herself a bit.
You two have matching bracelets you made from an exercise Charlie did.
Okay I headcannon that Lucifer is already in the hotel living with his daughter. And he felt your presence and he would be like. âFuck are you doing hereâđ€š âI fought for my life.â
Vox one time put you on air with him because of your golden shining eyesâŠ.i think he was flirting with you as you ate some gift cookies he made for youâŠ
Velvette tried to make you a model, but you kept wandering off somehow. Literally she got tired of you but never of your face as she at least posted you wearing some nice 2000 makeup
Carmilla had a gut feeling about you being an angel. She wanted to kill you but then you gave her a ring you found in a dumpster because you said she reminded you of your earth mother/parent. Yeah she wanted to adopt you
You help sir Pentious, or who you call penny for his project builds. You dig in dumpsterâs, trash bins, and garbage dumps
Angel dust and you sometimes just be on your phones all the time which is obnoxious. But hey, I donât make the rules. Being on your phone makes it seem like you donât want to be talked to which is true.
Lucifer made you a duck as he notciced how lonely you areâŠ.(you donât give a fuck, you only need trash as your friends) so Lucifer made you 20 ducks that are based on your favorite things or like idk just ducks
The egg boiz follow you around as you literally calling you the, âTRASH BOSS!â Not in a bad way more like in admiration as you give them stuff from the garbage.
Your golden eyes shining in the night scaring husk as he didnât even see you in his hind sight. Like he is a cat, but he didnât even see you?!
You and alastorâs both eat weird things, like he is a cannibalâŠ.and for you..either trash or just normal weird food combos
Alastor would definitely try to get you to eat cannibal meat, but to be honest you can tell the difference between human and regular meat. You always know.
Niffty is the kind of person who would give you a trash flower crown, kinda like how she made a crown for Alastor âšđŠ
I headcannon your angelic/demon form to be a raccoon đ
You send dumbass memes in the hazbin hotel gcâŠ
You are quite the feral person tbh, but who didnât know when you literally fought people for your damn trash.
You definitely had bit Valentino once as Angel dust brought you to a club and you were digging in trash to find something cool. But Valentino found you adorable in the face and wanted to make you a sex worker. And what did you do when he tried to hurt Angel?
YOU BIT HIS FUCKIN HAND ALMOST OFF AS ANGEL WAS TRYING TO PULL YOU OFFđ
Yeah..you definitely had blood dripping from your mouth when Angel dragged you out of the club
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Interlude
A/N: did i write this in half an hour? yes. am i crazy? of course.
"Ah ah ah. I never said you could leave yet."
You immediately stopped in your tracks upon hearing a familiar deep, raspy voice at your back, coming from the confines of your shared bed.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
You whipped your head around, and were met with a set of half-lidded eyes in a shade of deep red. Their owner was propped up on one elbow atop the messy sheets, yawning loudly before running his long fingers through his unruly locks.
Sukuna was never a morning person, and his shifts always started later in the afternoon, so he always used it to his advantage.
Blinking once, twice, thrice, as you nervously averted your gaze away from your very enticing boyfriend, who only continued to stare at you sleepily.
The thought of going back to lay in your comfortable, warm bed was already something you wanted to do terribly, but adding Sukuna into the mix, too? This was like trying to drain the sea.
Merely one look at the pink-haired man, who was only covered waist-down by the blankets on his legs, was enough to pull you back beneath the covers and curl into his side.
However, you had already called sick two times in only a fortnight, and those bills were not going to pay themselves.
Unfortunately for you, or not unfortunately, you and Sukuna had been over this many times. Sukuna always told you, "I don't understand why you keep going back to that shitty job anyway. Just let me take care of you back in my place, I provide substantially for the both of us, anyway."
And besides, there really wasn't a way out for you no matter what.
Sukuna had had so many clients back-to-back lately, that he was forced to stay at the tattoo shop for nights on end. On top of that, Choso was unavailable for God knows why, so Sukuna had to fill in for him as well. And if that wasn't enough, sessions would take longer than expected because clients just wouldn't stop flirting with him, moving or twitching, accidentally messing up his work, talking so obnoxiously to the point Sukuna couldn't even pay attention, etc.
Only recently â just the night before, he was finally granted the chance to come home to you.
And you best believe he was going to spend every hour, minute, and second reminding you that you were his, and his only.
Not even your job's employee, apparently. Sorry not sorry.
But, it's not like you wanted to leave him anyway. You had missed Sukuna as much as he had missed you, if not more.
Phone calls while he was on break, sending memes through your text messages, playing together on Game Pigeon, FaceTimes while eating lunch together, were your only escapes from the sad, miserable Adult Life, into just Sukuna and You World.
"Baby, you know I have to. But I'll be back before you know it, okay? And besides, you need the free time. They've been working you nonstopâ"
"I'm fine, not even tired. Don't you dare worry your pretty little head about me. As for free time . . ," Sukuna's held a mischievous glint to them, "how about you spend my free time with me?"
You bit your lip, in contemplation. Although you knew, clear as day, what would happen in the end despite everything.
Deciding to make a run for it, you swung your legs over the bed and planted your bare feet on the freezing-cold floor of your apartment. But before you could even stand up, a thick arm swiftly made its way around your waist and pulled you back to meet a hard, bare chest.
Sukuna was now sitting up.
You lightly gasped, as he brought his lips to your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin.
"Don't think you can run away from me just yet, doll. I haven't seen you in days, and I'm not going to be apart from you for another second."
You squirmed in his grasp, but when you realized his strong hold around your middle wasn't going to let up any time soon, you sighed, and, left with no choice, only slumped back against his chest.
Sukuna grinned, victorious, once again.
The rays of the early sun filtered through the cheap window blinds, and you fluttered your eyelashes, squinting to hide away from the inevitable.
"Yeahh," Sukuna laughed, "that's right, princess. Just listen to me from now on."
You frowned, turning your head around to narrow your eyes at Sukuna.
"Now, what can we do with all this free time? I'm thinking we should try something new." Sukuna raised a brow teasingly, twisting your body around and settling you onto his lap with your thighs on either side of his.
"Don't get too ahead of yourself, mister. I'm only staying for five more minutes," you crossed your arms.
Sukuna placed both of his large hands on your hips; it seemed like that was their default resting spot. Every chance he got, they would always end up there. No matter the setting or occasion.
Sukuna let out a deep laugh, "We'll see about that."
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"Five minutes? You said? Either way, I don't think you're even able to move your legs at this point and walk out of this room."
"S'kuna, you'reânghânot funny!" Your nipples hardened, and rubbed raw against the material of your shirt.
You braced yourself by placing both hands on the headboard, but it didn't look like anything could help stable you now.
Sukuna licked a stripe up your dampening clit.
Your situation wasn't looking too good. It didn't help that your asshole of a boss just had to call you right then and there.
#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#ryomen x reader#jjk x reader#sukuna smut#jjk x you#sukuna fluff#em writes ËËË
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SDV Bachelor domestic headcanons
MDNI
Just some headcanons, not anything nsfw but they are adults, and I hit the zaaaaa so these will be dumb, like dumb dumb
Alex:
He has full-on elbowed you when he woke up a few times. Forgive him he's not used to sleeping with someone and he likes to stretch when he wakes up.Â
If you have a dog heâs definitely buying one of those running leashes, the one that goes around the hips. Who will tire who out first?
Usually the dog gives out first, and he carries them back home cooing at them like they are a baby⊠they are
Modifies your home with Robin's help so George and Evelyn can visit
Evelyn, how did you feed this boi? Heâs burning through caloriesÂ
Especially after helping pick up the farm workâŠ. Sweaty Alex⊠Cowboy lookin fine ass⊠Horny jailâŠ.
Elliott:
Journals EVERYWHERE, all of them have different ideas, title workings, and little ideas that just popped into his head.
Sits on the front porch head in hand watching you pick fruit, mumbling something like
From tiny seeds to branches high. With gentle hands, they pluck the prize.
Loves to shower with you, he just holds you helps wash your hair, and scrubs your back. Tell you how pretty/handsome you are.
Bought you both matching bathrobes
Tell me he doesn't sleep with a bonnet, look at that silky hair.Â
Matching silk pillowcase as well
I imagine this man is a mover in his sleep, and wakes up lookin like the Peter Griffin dead pose meme
Harvey:
The first night yall are married he cant sleep, he's just watching you. Playing with your hair giggling like he was high, he was high of how happy he was.
Has just as many self-care products if not more then Elliott, his mustache looks sculpted, you don't get that look without gel and a little mustache comb
He has a little pocket mustache comb you bought him as a joke but he loves it
Wears an apron when he cooks. Wait where did his go? Why is there a maid one in its place.... Horny Jail....
Charges you for passing out or almost dying to fund his therapy visits, you caused this farmer, look at the gray hairs.
Silver fox Harvey that's all I'm saying
Sebastian:
Good luck getting out of bed, hes like a fuckin backpack
Wakes up eyes not even open just pawing around for whatever hes trying to find.
Eyes are all bloodshot cus he was up all night working, sitting on the porch with his coffee, smoking, petting your pet
Doesn't fully wake up till about high noon
Helps out on the farm, but still does his own thing.
Stays out late with Sam and Abigail practicing for their upcoming gig, you both usually see each other returning home around one am
Momma Boi still goes to Robins for dinner every now and again
Sam:
Puppy at your heels, you go one way hes there. Forgot something? Turn around and trip over his feet
Loves living on the farm with you because now he can crank the tunes all the way up, and you can hear his speakers while you're in the field
Falls asleep anywhere, the porch, the couch, lying down in the grass with the dog/cat
If you cooked it hes eating it, he does the same for his mom
When Kent is back he babysits Vincent some nights
Speaking of, when he Vincent and Jas all get together good luck on the unsuspecting person about to get pranked.
Shane
Its law you adopt Jas, i said it, it cant be broken
Taking Jas to school, returning and helping you with the farm
He and Jas chant âPizza,Pizza,Pizzaâ over and over when you ask what is for dinner
Warm, squishy, cuddly, bear hugs in the morning. Hes another backpack boi
When he's awake though, unless you are at home, light PDA
Works with Haley to learn his video camera more, its another hobby to keep him busy
First time seeing you wearing one of his shirts, the shirt is no longer on you⊠Horny JailâŠ
#sdv#stardew#stardew valley#stardew valley sebastian#stardew sebastian#sdv sam#sdv sebastian#sdv shane#sdv harvey#sdv elliott#sdv alex#shane stardew valley#stardew valley sam#stardew valley shane#stardew valley alex#stardew valley elliott#stardew valley harvey#mdni#hit the zaaa
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Girl Dinner
pairing: George russell x kpop idol! reader
summary: In the fast-paced world of Formula 1, George Russell finds an unexpected escape in Y/N, a Le Sserafim member known for her captivating food vlogs
word count: idk
Genre: SMAU/Fluff
Inspired by my fav youtuber doobydobap <3
George sighed as he sank into the soft cushions of his living room couch, finally able to relax after a long day at the track. His phone buzzed in his handâanother meme from Lando, something about whoâs the better driver this week. George rolled his eyes and swiped it away. He was tired of the constant comparisons, the endless questions. Every interview felt like another round of âWhoâs better at this or that?â Sometimes, he just needed a break from it all.
He opened YouTube, aimlessly scrolling for something different. His eyes landed on a video thumbnail of a table filled with delicious-looking food, and a girl grinning beside it. The title caught his attention: My Guide to the BEST Street Food in Seoul.
âWhy not,â George muttered to himself, tapping on the video.
The screen came to life with vibrant shots of Seoulâs bustling street food scene. Y/N was walking through the streets, introducing various foods with a bright, excited energy. George was immediately hooked. There was something about the way she talkedâeffortless, funny, and completely herself.
She picked up a small snack, inspecting it before taking a bite. "Theyâre much smaller than the big ones that are filled with roe," she said, holding up the dish with a mischievous smile, "but just because it's small doesnât mean it ainât tastyâand that applies to many things." She winked at the camera, making George choke on his water mid-sip.
He sat up straighter, a grin forming on his face. âWhat did I just stumble into?â
The video continued with her taking massive bites, describing each dish with vivid details that somehow made Georgeâs mouth water, even though he wasnât usually into food videos. But it wasnât just the foodâit was her personality. She had this way of making everything seem light and fun, as if the whole world was just a giant playground of flavors.
George leaned back, a smile tugging at his lips. For the first time in a while, he wasnât thinking about racing or interviews. Just food... and her.
Y/Nâs POV
The cameras were rolling, capturing every moment as Y/N and Yunjin stood in front of a colorful street food stall. Todayâs challenge for Le Sserafimâs YouTube channel was a mix of dares and foodie adventures, and Yunjin was ready to dive in.
âWelcome back, everyone!â Y/N cheered into the camera. âToday, Yunjin and I are taking on the ultimate street food dare. Weâve got some spicy dishes and a few random dares to complete. Ready, Yunjin?â
Yunjin grinned, nervously holding a skewer of spicy tteokbokki. âReady as Iâll ever be!â
The first dare popped up on Y/Nâs phone: Talk about something youâre passionate about while eating something spicy.
Y/N took a large bite of the tteokbokki, her eyes widening at the heat. âAlright, here we go. So, Iâve got this major passion for cars. Iâm fascinated by everything from the sleek designs to the roar of the engines. If I werenât doing food vlogs and idol stuff, Iâd probably be somewhere working with cars. I love the speed, the engineeringâjust the whole vibe of it.â
Yunjin laughed, struggling to keep her composure as the spice hit her. âYou and your cars! Iâve seen you talk about them all the time. And speaking of busy, weâve got a lot to do before our next tour. Packing, rehearsals... itâs going to be a whirlwind.â
Y/N nodded, wiping her forehead. âYeah, itâs going to be hectic, but itâs worth it. And who knows, maybe Iâll get a chance to drive something amazing before we head out.â
The challenge continued with both of them trying various spicy dishes and completing their dares, their laughter and camaraderie shining through. The video wrapped up with Y/N and Yunjin excitedly discussing their upcoming tour and the busy schedule ahead.
Georgeâs POV
George was sprawled on the couch in his hotel room, catching a break after the Suzuka GP. His phone buzzed with new content, and he opened one of Y/Nâs food vlogs out of curiosity. He was halfway through when Yuki Tsunoda burst into the room with a couple of drinks and a big grin.
âHey, George!â Yuki exclaimed. âMind if I join you for a bit?â
âOf course not,â George replied, gesturing to the couch. âI was just watching this food vlogger. Sheâs really something.â
Yuki flopped down next to him and glanced at the screen. His eyes widened as he recognized Y/N. âWait, is that Y/N? The food vlogger?â
George nodded, still engrossed in the video. âYeah, sheâs got this great style. I didnât expect her to be so... engaging.â
Yukiâs expression shifted to one of excitement. âYou know, Iâve got to tell you something. You might find this interesting.â
George looked up, curious. âOh? Whatâs up?â
Yuki leaned in, a mischievous smile on his face. âSo, Y/N... sheâs actually a member of a famous K-pop group.â
George blinked in surprise. âWhat? Are you serious?â
Yuki nodded enthusiastically. âYeah, sheâs in Le Sserafim. I didnât realize you didnât know. Sheâs huge worldwideâ
Georgeâs eyes widened. âNo way. I had no idea. Sheâs just been this really cool food vlogger to me.â
Yuki chuckled. âYeah, sheâs got this whole other side to her. You should see their music videos. Theyâre amazing.â
George was intrigued. âYou know what, letâs watch some of their stuff.â
Yuki grinned and pulled out his laptop, navigating to Le Sserafimâs music videos. They started with a recent MV, and as the vibrant visuals and catchy beats filled the room, George found himself captivated. Y/Nâs stage presence was magnetic, and he was surprised by how much he enjoyed it.
As they moved through the videos, Georgeâs initial surprise turned into admiration. âWow, I had no idea she was such a star. Sheâs incredible.â
Yuki nodded. âYeah, she really is. And sheâs so down-to-earth. I think you might be more into her now, huh?â
George laughed, a little embarrassed. âYou could say that. Sheâs definitely caught my attention in a whole new way.â
They spent the next hour watching various clips, George becoming more engrossed in Y/Nâs multifaceted talent. By the end of their impromptu viewing session, he was thoroughly impressed and even more intrigued by her.
When the viewing session ended, George picked up his phone and hesitated for a moment before searching for Y/Nâs Instagram account. With a smile, he hit the follow button, feeling a newfound connection to the talented and intriguing woman behind the food vlogs.
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George POV
George was in the paddock, taking a moment to relax and scroll through Instagram on his phone. The usual buzz of activity surrounded him as teams prepared for the next race, but George was lost in his own world, scrolling through his feed.
He stumbled across a post from Calvin Klein featuring Y/N in their latest campaign. The photos were stunningâY/N looked absolutely breathtaking , modern outfits. Georgeâs eyes widened in awe as he saw the images of her effortlessly posing and exuding confidence.
Unable to contain his excitement, George let out an involuntary shout. âOh myââ
A few of the other drivers, including Yuki, glanced over at him, intrigued by his reaction. Yukiâs lips curled into a knowing smile as he watched Georgeâs enthusiastic response. He had seen Georgeâs interest in Y/N grow over time and found the situation amusing.
Yuki chuckled softly, catching Georgeâs eye. âLooks like someoneâs having a fanboy moment,â he teased, fully aware of the reason behind Georgeâs excitement.
George barely registered Yukiâs comment. His mind was racing, and Without a moment's hesitation, His excitement grew as he remembered that Calvin Klein had invited him to their upcoming party. This was the perfect opportunity to get involved, especially with the new collection making waves.
He couldnât wait any longer. George bolted to his managerâs office, bursting through the door with so much energy that his manager nearly jumped out of his chair.
âH-Hey, George!â his manager stammered, wide-eyed, visibly startled by the sudden entrance. âWhatâsâwhatâs happening?â
âI just saw the Calvin Klein collection!â George blurted out, barely able to contain himself. âAnd we need to say yes to that party invite. Now!â
His manager, still trying to gather himself, blinked rapidly, stumbling over his words. âO-O-Okay! Y-Yes, right away! Iâll...Iâll handle it, no problem.â
Georgeâs enthusiasm didnât waver as he grinned. âGood! Make it happen!â
The Calvin Klein party was buzzing with energy, fashion icons and celebrities filling the room. George, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, casually sipped his drink as he scanned the room. But then, he saw herâY/N, effortlessly stunning, standing near a group of people, laughing and engaging in conversation.
It felt as though time had slowed down. The music faded into the background, the buzz of the party muffled, as his gaze locked onto her. Something about the way she carried herself, the confidence and grace, left him frozen in place. His heart pounded in his chest, and he knew he had to talk to her. Gathering every ounce of courage, he walked over.
âHi,â George said, voice surprisingly steady despite the excitement coursing through him.
Y/N turned, her eyes meeting his, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The intensity of their connection hit both of them like a tidal wave. She smiled warmly, and it was as if the world shrunk down to just the two of them.
âHey, George Russell, right?â Y/N asked, her tone light but with a sparkle of recognition in her eyes.
He grinned, nodding. âYeah, thatâs me. I... uh... saw your Calvin Klein shoot. You absolutely killed it.â
âThank you!â she laughed softly, clearly flattered. âIâve actually been getting into Formula 1 recently, so itâs crazy to meet you here.â
His heart skipped a beat. âNo way, really? Youâve been watching the races?â
âYeah,â she said, her eyes lighting up. âItâs fascinatingâespecially seeing how everything works behind the scenes. The adrenaline, the speed, itâs so intense.â
George felt the connection deepening. They fell into easy conversation, bouncing between their mutual love for fashion, traveling, and fast cars. Every word she spoke made George feel as if he had known her forever. They shared so many of the same interests, and the more they talked, the more captivated he became. Time flew by without them even noticing.
As the party began to wind down, George hesitated for a brief moment but decided to go for it. âIâve really enjoyed talking with you tonight. Would youâuh, if youâre free, want to come to the Austrian Grand Prix? I think youâd really love it. Maybe I could show you around the paddock?â
Y/Nâs eyes lit up, a soft smile playing on her lips. âIâd love that.â
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After the Calvin Klein party, George and Y/N stayed in touch almost every day. At first, it was casualâsharing memes, discussing travel plans, and talking about their busy schedules.
George and Y/N always seemed to do a quick call between meetings, or FaceTime sessions whenever they could. Most often, Y/N would call him while she was cooking, her love for food shining through in every dish she made.
âGuess what Iâm making tonight,â Y/N teased one evening, the sound of pots and pans clinking in the background as her camera showed her busy kitchen.
George leaned back in his chair, a smile tugging at his lips. âLet me guessâŠsomething delicious?â
Y/N laughed, giving the camera a little wink. âYou know it. But youâll have to wait and see. Maybe Iâll send you a plate.â
He couldnât help but admire how much passion she had for cooking. Heâd watch as she diced vegetables or stirred sauces, completely in her element. The sight of her in the kitchen, focused and happy, made his heart swell.
Sometimes, heâd even join her. Theyâd both be in their own kitchens, cooking the same meal during their FaceTime calls. George wasnât the best cook, but with her guidance, he managed to whip up a few decent dishes.
âYouâre doing great,â Y/N would encourage, laughing as he fumbled with a pan. âMaybe next time, youâll cook for me in person.â
âThatâs a deal,â George replied with a grin, his eyes never leaving hers on the screen.
Somewhere along the way, admiration had quietly morphed into something deeper. Something that felt a lot like love.
Georgeâs POV
The Austrian GP was finally here, and George couldnât shake the nervous excitement he felt knowing Y/N would be watching him live from the paddock. He had invited her to the race weeks ago, and now it was happening. After arriving at the circuit, George quickly texted her:
George: Hey! You here? Iâll come get you.
A few moments later, he spotted her in the paddock, looking effortlessly chic in her Mercedes team pass, smiling when she saw him. He guided her through the chaos of the paddock and into the serene comfort of the Mercedes hospitality suite.
âWelcome to my world,â George said with a grin.
Y/N beamed back. âThis is insane! Everything looks so different in person.â
They spent the pre-race together, George showing her around, explaining the details of what went on behind the scenes, and making sure she was comfortable.
âGood luck out there,â Y/N whispered, as he headed to his car. She didnât realize how much she truly cared for him until she saw the determination in his eyes. The feelings that had slowly bloomed over the weeks felt undeniably real now.
The lights went out, and the Austrian GP was underway. George drove like a man possessedâeach lap faster, smoother, more precise. Y/N watched from the Mercedes suite, her heart pounding with every corner he took. It was a fierce race, with George battling for the top spot. And then, in a thrilling final lap, he overtook his rival, crossing the finish line first.
Cheers erupted around the track, but Georgeâs eyes immediately searched for her. As the podium celebrations began, champagne spraying everywhere, he stood at the top, a wide grin on his face. His gaze never left Y/N. In that moment, he wasnât just celebrating the winâhe was sharing it with her.
The celebration was in full swing. Music pulsed through the club, and George couldnât keep his eyes off herânot that he even tried. They had been glued to each other since the moment they stepped inside. With every beat of the music, every sway of her body next to his, George felt the tension between them build.
Y/N was radiant, her energy infectious as they danced together, their movements synced as if they had done this a hundred times before. There were other people around them, fellow drivers, friends, and fans, but to George, the room had blurred into a haze. It was just them. Every laugh, every smile, every brush of her skin against his sent a jolt through him.
At one point, she leaned into his ear to say something, her breath warm against his skin. He couldnât even remember what she said, just the way her voice made his heart race. They moved together on the dance floor, effortlessly, like they had done this all their lives.
As the night wore on, neither could bear to leave the otherâs side. They were locked in this invisible pull, their bodies close, their hands occasionally brushing. It felt like the world outside didnât existâjust the two of them, wrapped up in the magic of the night.
On their way back to Georgeâs condo, the car ride was quiet, but the air between them buzzed with unspoken words. Y/N glanced at him every now and then, a soft smile playing on her lips, and George couldnât help but grin back.
As the car pulled up to his place and Y/N reached for the door handle, George, feeling the weight of the moment, decided to take a leap. He cleared his throat and with a small, mischievous grin, said, âRamyeon meokgo gallae?â in his best, slightly awkward, British-accented Korean.
Y/N froze for a second, her hand pausing on the door, before she burst into laughter. âDid you justâŠ?â
He chuckled, his face warm. âYeah, I thought Iâd give it a try.â
She shook her head, still laughing softly. âYouâre adorable.â
The tension that had been building all night finally cracked, and as Y/N smiled at him, George knew that whatever happened next would change everything. She stepped back inside the car, shutting the door behind her, and leaned closer to him, her eyes sparkling.
And from there, the rest was history.
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champions love - six
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y/n.jpg nice to be back home for the weekend
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logansargeant happy fourth y/n đđ€Ł
‷y/n.jpg Logan! Pull up man
‷logansargeant am I being invited to the cookout?
‷y/n.jpg I- đđ€Łsure Logan, just text meÂ
bsf1 we look so hot omg đđ„”
‷y/n.jpg we do đ€
‷bsf2 was that even a question? đ€đ€
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‷y/n.jpg call me Mr. Steal your bitch đ
maxverstappen1 will you bring me back some food?Â
‷y/n.jpg so needy đđ yeah Iâll bring you a plate but you do know you could just come?Â
‷maxverstappen1 oh- you so rightÂ
username5 happy Fourth of July Y/n!Â
username9 omg will we potentially get pictures of Logan finally being around people who care about him?Â
‷username12 đmoot what you being messy for?Â
username7 stop this friend group is so hot and for what?Â
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bsf2 we are not unhingedÂ
‷logansargeant agreed đ
‷bsf1 yes you two areÂ
‷y/n.jpg you both decided it would be a good idea to climb into a baby swing and got stuck đđ
‷logansargeant that did not happen??Â
‷y/n.jpg tell that to the fire station that cut you out đ
username4 omg đ€Łhe actually pulled upÂ
maxverstappen1 help is on the way dear!!Â
‷y/n.jpg did you just đquote a meme to me đ€
‷logansargeant oh good god đplz keep this pg 13 thereâs kids on hereÂ
‷y/n.jpg girlâŠfuck them kids đ€and fuck you too đđŸ
username7 and whereâs max? Like how is some guy who can't even drive around my girl alone?
‷username88 ooo yeah it's giving insecure, good luck to any person you date
username76 are we just going to ignore that Logan and Ashley got stuck in a baby swing đ
‷username103 and the fire department had to cut them out đ
‷logansargeant yes
‷bsf2 yes we are
username9 see if I was max i wouldnât let some guy be all cozy with my girl like thatÂ
‷username5 friend what are you talking about? What cozying you see bc i see logan getting cozy with Ashley if thatâs what you meanÂ
username2 so um, anyone else getting chemistry from Logan and her best friend??
‷username10 oh my god yes, thank you, I thought I was the only one đ
‷username23 stop đ”i hope not, they lowkey look like siblingsÂ
‷username55 STOP WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT LMAO??
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username7 NOT AMERICAN BUT HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!Â
username9 not the max picture cuz ppl was talking shit on the last photo đ
‷username2 logan looks like heâs either third wheeling or being babysat đđ
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bsf1 AHHH WE LOOK SO GOOD IN THE LAST PHOTO, W AURAAAAAA
bsf2 WHERE ARE YOU?? WEâRE TRYING TO TAKE A TRIO PIC WITH THE FIREWORKS??Â
‷bsf1 OH MY GOD TURN AROUND!!!Â
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‷username61 SHOW IT TO US PLEASE!! SHOW IT TO US RACHEL!Â
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‷bsf2 she was the one who kissed him đand she canât even lie and say she was possibly drunk this timeÂ
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F1lover stop â maybe sheâs just busy and will fly in the day of the race
loveuy/n she looks good tho đwhat was she even doing??
lo3vmax maybe she has practice?Â
‷mrssainz yeah but max hasnât said anything about her not coming yetÂ
y/nhater I donât know maybe she finally realized their little pr relationship isnât working anymoreÂ
winter<3 she looks really hungover, maybe she was waiting before flying so she wouldnât have to deal with that
â DUH DUH DUH!!! We have names for our best friends now! đ(I did not mean for that to happen lol)Â
â If you want, we can vote on the other best friendâs name! Send in a request for names and we can poll!!Â
Anyways back to normal programingÂ
â Yes the cookout is a reference to a black cookout but you can take that as a normal bbqÂ
â Logan x Ashley? đweâll seeÂ
â Logan is officially a part of the gang yay!! Â
â Yes, Y/N did in fact block Max after the kiss (she left immediately and screamed in her pillow for at least 30 minutes)Â
â Is Y/n going to Silverstone?? I guess weâll never knowâŠ..jk youâll know in the next chapter mwah đ
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I finished this up faster than I thought I would đI originally planned to wait till July 4th to actually post this but then I was likeâŠnahhhh next chapter will have the race, max and y/n talking (more denial yay! đ) I now get why writers love the good old miscommunication, itâs so much fun to write đÂ
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hi! i noticed you learnt about what ryan condal said regarding blood and cheese. it wasâŠsomething. i would like to know your thoughts on the matter. though it would be completely understandable if you need sometime to gather them together or if you would rather not at all! thank you and bye!
Hello beloved, thank you so much for asking me! Iâd love to share my opinion!
If anyoneâs wondering, @rhaenelle is referring to this interview where Ryan Condal essentially says he believes that Blood & Cheeseâs brutality and heinousness was exaggerated by the Greens in a propagandistic attempt to convince their subjects that Rhaenyra and Daemon are the worst villains ever born, hence why he toned the event down; to show us what he thinks is the accurate version of Jaehaerysâ murder.
Now, I am aware that Condal had already warned us that HOTD was going to be a feminist retelling of the events of F&B, which practically means that his plan has always been to whitewash the everlasting fuck out of Rhaenyra. So what do I think about this?
Well, for starters, I think that Ryan Condal is an excellent businessman. He knows what kind of tropes are going to make the audience engage with his show. He understands that people need a hero to cheer for and a villain to hate, therefore he removed the moral ambiguity from all of the characters and divided them into two categories: the Blacks, enlightened revolutionaries full of passion, deserving of admiration and correct in everything they do, and the Greens, pious fools with a moral superiority complex who are stack in the ways of the past and commit despicable crimes. The average viewer does not possess the intelligence to comprehend that both parties have their good and bad moments, and that theyâre both correct in fighting for what each believes is rightfully theirs. Simultaneously, he benefits from the modern trends that want women in media to take revenge when they are wronged and emerge as triumphant girlbosses, because of course a white upper class womanâs suffering in a western world (or Westeros) society has everything to do with her gender and nothing to do with her personality or decisions (even if this works solely for Rhaenyra, because Alicent seems to be held accountable for every single one of her actions). Finally, it is obvious that Condal is trying to appease disgruntled Daenerys fans, so he has rebuilt Rhaenyra into this tortured martyr that wishes to change the world for the better in an attempt to make her resemble her great granddaughter six times removed.
For all of these reasons, I find it very logical that he is going out of his way to minimise the tragedy the Greens experience. It just doesnât make Rhaenyra look good and honestly, who wants that? The producers saw how unhappy Dannyâs stans were when they made her lose her shit; theyâre not going to make the same mistake twice. They donât want their show to tank like the last season of GOT did, so theyâll do everything in their power to keep the audience happy. And itâs working! Whatâs the last thing Condal says in this clip? âYou kinda start rooting for [Blood and Cheese]!â and boy oh boy, the TB stans sure do! Literally hundreds of memes that rejoiced at Jaehaerysâ death were posted on X this week, with tens of thousands of likes. But when Lucerys died, it was presented as the most foul thing to ever happen in the ASOIAF universe. It is the TB supporters that dictate which child murder is good and which is bad, and that decision usually depends on which child came out Rhaenyraâs womb, not letâs say, the fact that one kid was a toddler that could barely walk, while the other was a teenager that laughed at the disabled person he mutilated himself.
Itâs all just marketing
That being said, I want to clarify that I understand why Condal and the HOTD producers do what they do, but being a good entrepreneur does not necessarily make you a literary genius. Now, Iâm not gonna explain why stripping Rhaenyra off of every character trait that made her interesting is a bad decision and that in their attempt to remove the blame from her so that they can elevate her as this righteous patron of feminism, theyâre accidentally removing all of her agency and turning her simply into a victim, because I have a whole blog dedicated to that. But letâs just say that presenting Rhaenyra as this sexually liberated idol thatâs incapable of evil, when in fact sheâs an entitled aristocrat whoâs completely at the mercy of men around her, from her father to her husbuncle, is the most performative activism move ever pulled in recent TV history, as well as pushing the narrative that Alicent suffers from internalised misogyny because duh, a woman can only be good and a feminist if she supports Rhaenyra, not when she pursues her own interests.
Ultimately, I think we just have to accept that this show is not meant for TG fans. We are not going to find any satisfaction in it. Everything that was unique and admirable about the Greens in the book has vanished. Their family dynamic is fucked up, Alicentâs children hate her, Aegon and Halaena cannot stand one another, Alicent is constantly a victim and never someone that chases her own ambitions, Halaena is very vague, Aemond appears to be more angsty than angry, Aegon is a stupid rapist, Jaehaerysâ death was turned into a mockery, Alicole was weaponised in order to make us shit on Alicent and Criston even more and so on. This show barely caters to us because weâre not making them any money.
The reason that there are more TB than TG stans is because (Iâm gonna get so much fucking hate for this) most people who watch TV are fucking morons. I swear, when F&B came out 6 years ago, no one gave a flying fuck about Rhaenyra, because we all understood that everyone involved in the Dance of the Dragons was fucked up in their own way and that the message of this story, just like the general message of ASOIAF, is that nobody deserves to sit on that fucking throne. We were all in agreement about that. But then this fucking show came along and all the oblivious simpletons that swallowed whatever the producers shoved down their throats, grabbed the book and decided that âWoah, this book is obviously a critique on patriarchy and Rhaenyra is obviously the victim of the storyâ! As if GRRM, the man who said that he doesnât sit down and think âOh, Iâm going to write a woman nowâ but instead he believes women to be people just like men, with complex personalities, would ever do that. And they just canât believe that it is possible for book!Rhaenyra to be an evil racist classist full of entitlement! Surely it must be because the Greens are rewriting history! Thereâs no way GRRM, the man that created Cersei fucking Lannister, would ever make a female character thatâs vicious and crazy just because she feels like it! Yâall need to sit down for a moment. I say this as a radical feminist that supports the 4B movement: youâre projecting your own ideas onto Georgeâs work. Not all the media we consume has to reflect our ideologies, but if you think that it has to, then this book isnât the anti misogynistic masterpiece you wish it was.
Like, when it comes to F&B, I am firmly anti Targaryen and did not wish for any side to win. I wanted them all wiped out to be honest. But when it comes to HOTD, Iâm TG basically out of spite at this point.
All in all, I just think that things are going to go downhill for us from this point on. Theyâll just keep glorifying the Blacks until the very end.
#house of the dragon#pro team green#hotd#anti rhaenyra targaryen#team green#anti team black#pro alicent hightower#alicent hightower#pro alicent stans#pro aemond targaryen#pro helaena targaryen#blood and cheese#hotd season two#hotd critical#hotd thoughts#hotd hbo#anti hotd#anti rhaenyra stans#anti daemyra#anti daemon x rhaenyra#anti rhaenys targaryen#anti daemon stans#anti targ restoration#anti targ stans#house hightower#asoiaf#got#grrm#grrm critical#feminism
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Fancy Falling Into You Here
Written for the August @steddiemicrofic prompt, using the word "plug" and 437 words.
437 words | Rating T | Ao3 link
On their first date, Steve and Eddie come to realize they had first met under much more embarrassing circumstances.
Tags: EMT Steve, Coffee shop owner/clumsy Eddie, first date, minor injuries (nothing described in detail), modern AU, embarrassment, BBC's Sherlock haunting all of us when plugging in our phones
Inspired by @dreamwatch for making me think of steddifying this post! Author's notes under the cut
"G-d damn BBC Sherlock," Eddie grumbled as he fumbled plugging his phone into its charging cable for a third time. "Stupid Benedict Cumberbatch and his weird attractive cheekbones."Â
A snort from the couch reminded him he actually had company, oops.
Eddie gave his date a grin. "Sorry, I'd love to say that I'm normally as graceful as a swan or something, but as you've seen, unfortunately abject clumsiness is par for the course. It's a miracle my coffee shop's still standing."
It was fine. He could still salvage this and come off as less of a disgruntled sad wet cat man to Smooth Hottie with Glasses and That ButtTM of daily matcha latte with oat milk order fame. Still, Hottie (who went by "Steve", apparently) didn't really seem turned off by Eddie's whole deal. He just laughed.
"Oh, trust me, I've seen much worse. My first year as an EMT, we got a call to a college dorm. This unlucky dude fell off the top bunk and somehow broke both legs and an arm.â
Eddie froze, his quest to charge his phone completely forgotten.
âPlus the guy managed to down the shade on the way too, honestly it was an impressive amount of damage from a 4 foot drop," Steve continued on, oblivious. âOne of the funniest calls me and my partner have gotten, and we once had to take care of someone who accidentally fell on a Buzz Lightyear toy and somehow got it stuck up theirâyou okay man?"
"I panicked and thought the cord would hold my weight." Eddie hid his face in his hands.
"Oh shit. You're 'broke all his bones man'?â
This was a nightmare. "Oh my G-d, I was so woozy. Please tell me I didnât say anything weird.â
âYou asked if I could âkiss your booboos better.â Guess youâve grown out your hair since?â
"I had to buzz it all off that semester because I had an Incident with some gum," Eddie groaned. "You can go now, I won't hold it against you."
He heard Steve slide closer. "And what makes you think your whole 'Bambi on ice' thing isn't working for me?"
Eddie cracked open an eye. "You sure about that?"
"Pretty sure," he said with a wink. "Plus, if you meet my friend Robin, she's known me since high school. Which means she unfortunately has photos of my braces years. Youâre gonna have to stick around long enough to see em."
Eddie stared. Smooth Hottie still wanted him somehow? "Okay Big Boy, looks like I will."Â
Steve smiled back. âGood. Now, lean back, I owe you a few kisses.â
Authors notes:
In case you weren't on Tumblr in the early-mid 2010's and remain blissfully unaware of BBC's Sherlock, please watch this clip to understand why Eddie is cursing Benedict Cumberbatch when he fails to plug in his phone fully sober
Eddie, Jeff, and Chrissy run a little coffee shop (complete with monthly open mic/karaoke nights) that EMTs Steve and Robin frequent. Not to worry, Robin will eventually meet her future wife Vickie at the shop after Vickie wins her heart with a rendition of "Before He Cheats."
Originally I had injured Eddie ask Steve about his biblically accurate angel form, but since I decided that Eddie's accident took place around 2010, and the angel meme only took off in 2020, I rewrote the line to be about kissing his booboos. Let's pretend this happens after a separate accident befalls Eddie (he'll be fine): Eddie: Ouch, I was out of it after they gave me the painkillers. I think I called you an angel? Steve: Yeah, you asked if my biblically accurate form had eyes as pretty as my human ones.
#steddie#steddiemicrofic#steddiemicroficaugust#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#tinawrites#steve x eddie#yes the buzz lightyear thing was unfortunately a real thing that happened i saw the x-rays at the hospital#we don't know that steve didn't have braces freshman year
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pov: Jackâs girlfriend and Quinnâs best friend
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y/n.user that feeling when your boyfriend and his hot captain are both out for the game that you had taken off work to go seeâŠ
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_quinnhughes Iâm not a meme. Delete this.
trevorzegras this is gold
_quinnhughes @charlidamelio get your man
colecaufield thatâs the wrong sisterđđ
y/n.user DEADđ
_eliaspetterson Quinn had to leave the locker room for a second because he was crying from laughingâŠ
jackhughes are we just going to skim over the fact that my girlfriend called my captain hot?? Like what?? And used my brother for her post??
y/n.user I come home to you and thatâs all the mattersđ
nicohischier Jack told me to comment that this is an inappropriate way to talk about his coworkers (heâs just jealous).
_eliaspetterson Quinn update: he just received a rather hostile phone call from ZegrasâŠ
_alexturcotte they werenât public yetđ
_quinnhughes hehehe my bad
trevorzegras your ass is mine Nov 28
_quinnhughes đ„¶
colecaufield Quinn is so meme worthy
y/n.user you get me
colecaufield đđŒââïž
nicohischier Jack told me to ask if youâd like to grab margaritas after the game..
y/n.user why canât Jack text me? Also why canât you text me?
nicohischier He said he thought youâd want to talk to your other boyfriend (me). I was already scrolling through instagram when he asked me.
lhughes_06 @jackhughes can I ride with you?
jackhughes no kids allowed
lhughes_06 đđŒ
_quinnhughes language
lhughes_06 đ”âđ«
njdevils Hoping for a speedy recovery!
y/n.user did his contract include an at home nurse?
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y/n.user All jokes asideâŠ.I love you, Rowdy𫶠Sorry not sorry for the meme, Quinn. Tell Dixie I said hi, trevorđ
jackhughes I love you more, my love.
_quinnhughes no worries, I wasnât expecting an apology.
_eliaspetterson Trevor said that heâs thinking about blocking you and if you have a problem with that to text Jamie.
jamie.drysdale donât put me in the middle of this please..
y/n.user tell your roommate to grow up
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trevorzegras when some dumbass outs a relationship before itâs ready to be outed
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_quinnhughes sometimes I donât want to be happyđ¶
jackhughes JAIL
colecaufield NOT EVEN JAILâŠ.STRAIGHT TO PRISON
y/n.user QUINN
_alexturcotte this summer is going to be interesting
colecaufield youâre in my thoughts and prayers, Quinn.
y/n.user Dixie, if you see this Iâm sorry
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lhughes_06 out of pocketâŠevery single one of ya
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jackhughes no margaritas for us tonight, but love my girl so much. (Comments are disabled because some of you need to be in insta jailđ)
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there was a new security guard working in the daycare.Â
youâd been wondering when the higher ups at fazbear entertainment would green light the hiring process for one, and apparently it was sooner than youâd thought. you werenât a particularly important employee, so it made sense why you wouldnât have been told, but it was still surprising nonetheless. you didnât remember the last time the security desk in the daycare had been occupied by someone other than yourself when you were taking your lunch break. granted, you hadnât been working at the pizzaplex for too long, but youâd seen the records, and the strange disappearance of the last guard was something you were never able to dredge up too much information about.Â
you met him on one of your lunch breaks actually, while you were contemplating which fast food restaurant to use your free meal on. you think he started up a conversation because you were likely one of the only human staff members heâd seen since getting hired. not that you could blame him, of course. lord knows the last time you'd spoken to someone not made of metal and wires.
âso many options to pick from, eh?â a voice said from your left and you turned to see the new guard standing there with his hands tucked into his pockets. the cap that came with his uniform was nestled atop his head of curly hair and cast his face in shadow from the neon lights overhead. you could just barely make out the glint of his black eyes. âthis place really doesn't disappoint.â
you snorted at his words. fazco was many things, but a disappointment wasn't one of them. "you're telling me. the prices on the other hand..." you made a face and he laughed before sticking out his hand.
"name's vincent," he introduced himself with a bright, charming smile. "'m the new daycare guard." the badge pinned to the left side of his chest was decorated with little stars and winked brightly at you in the lighting.
you grabbed his hand with your own for a firm handshake and introduced yourself as well. "i do repairs around the pizzaplex and the like. places the bots can't get to, occasionally minor repairs on the animatronics themselves." the ones that didn't warrant an entire trip down to parts 'n services, at least.
"nice, i bet you're never out of work, huh?" you shook your head with a lopsided smile. vincent opened his mouth as though to say something else, then seemed to pause and instead looked around the food atrium. "anyways, you got any recommendations? i got an hour for a lunch break and i'm starving."
vincent proved to be excellent company as he joined you for your lunch break. you didn't mind, honestly. it was refreshing to be able to talk to another humanâsomeone whom you didn't have to strain your neck to look up to or whom you could connect to on a level you couldn't with robots and automatons. he was hilarious and charming, with a plethora of stories he regaled you with of his life before he was hired at the pizzaplex. and before you knew it, your time for your lunch break was up and you were saying your goodbyes to vincent as you both made your way back to your respective jobs. your heart felt lighter in a way it hadn't been in a long time.
the process repeated.
vincent joined you for your lunch breaks whenever he managed to catch you in the atrium. it wasn't too often, as your schedule was rather erratic, but he could take his lunch break whenever he wanted. so you eventually just swapped numbers so you could text and meet up instead of basing it off of chance. and your friendship skyrocketed from there with the endless memes you'd send to each other both on shift and offâthe late night conversations you'd have about things that varied from miscellaneous to more serious (fazco's history being one of them). it felt inevitable, getting closer.
you had such a good time with him that you didn't even realize how long it'd been since you'd last stepped foot in the daycare.
that isâuntil you got called in for a repair on the daycare attendant.
the email had been sent straight to your phone. an emergency repair, by the sound of it. you hadn't ever had to do one on sun nor moon. usually it was monty or chica. concern tainted your conscience as you made your way over to the daycare and slipped through the giant castle doors.
immediately, you were spotted by vincent, who waved and jogged over from the far side of the security desk. "hey! that was fast."
"yeah, i was close by," you puffed out, your eyes searching around the daycare for sun. it was later in the eveningânearing closing, in factâso there luckily weren't many kids around. only a handful, you noted as you spotted them sitting around the playmats, coloring or playing with little hand puppets together. your gaze trailed over to a corner by the security desk, where sun was perched atop one of the large foam blocks with his legs crossed. swaying slightly in place as he kept an eye on the kids in the distance. well, at least he looked fine from here. couldn't be all too bad, then, you thought in relief.
"what happened?" you asked vincent as you made your way towards sun, your hand gripping onto a toolbox you'd snagged earlier from parts 'n services.
"i don't know," he replied in earnest, a frown decorating his face. "i went for a bathroom break and when i got back he waâ"
before he could finish, however, you were spotted by sun, who shot straight up from the foam block and beamed with all the light of a thousand stars at your approaching figure.
"friend!!" he exclaimed and closed the short distance between the two of you to sweep you up in a bone-crushing hug. you let out a surprised laugh, holding onto him for dear life as his torso spun around and around and around in tandem with his rays. "you're here! oh we missed you so so so much!"
"hey bud, missed you too," you wheezed and patted him on the back. his robotic strength was unyielding and you did your best to endure. he nuzzled at the side of your face and eventually set you down. a hand was placed on your shoulder, fingers running adoringly over your uniform.
"dropped this," vincent's voice piped up from behind you and those fingers abruptly tightened. you glanced over your shoulder and turned to accept the toolbox from him as he held it out to you. his gaze flicked from you to sun, subtle. you hadn't even noticed you'd dropped it.
"thanks, man." you offered him a smile and grabbed onto the box's handle. "what were you saâ"
"mr. guard!" sun smoothly cut in, stepping in front of you to lean down over vincent. you couldn't see over the terse line of his back, so you poked your head around him to look at vincent and the dark shadow that'd been cast over his form. "please keep an eye on the children in the meantime. it looks like little jeremy's about to stick a crayon up his nose and we can't have that, nonono!"
vincent's frown deepened. he cast you a final look before he nodded shortly. you almost thought he was going to argue. "alright." and then he turned on his heel to make his way over to the kids. you watched him carefullyâthe rigid line of his shouldersâthen jolted slightly when sun spun back around to face you with a bright grin.
you spoke up before he could. "what was that all about?"
"what was what all about?" he asked innocently, his hands clasped behind his back as he swayed side to side, further blocking your view of vincent. you gave him a look.
"you know exactly what i'm talking about," you said flatly and gestured at him to take a seat back on the foam block. he complied with a flourish, spinning on his feet to plop upon it. even sitting he wasn't much shorter than you.
he bobbed his head side to side as though he was contemplating. you set down your toolbox next to him and placed your hands on your waist, raising an eyebrow expectantly at him. he wavered, then let out an exaggerated sigh.
"it's justâ the guards!" he tossed his head back dramatically, then leaned forward to stage whisper at you. "we never liked them, you know. and this one is..." he trailed off, eyes squinting as his smile thinned like the edge of a blade.
you rolled your eyes. you did, in fact, know of their distaste for the guards. it was why the daycare had gone so long without one. you couldn't really blame sun, you supposed. after all, they had been on their own for a long time and were more than capable. you weren't entirely sure what fazco was doing. maybe a parent complained.
"vincent's not too bad," you said and lowered your hands from your waist. sun tilted his head at you, gaze trained on your face. you clicked your tongue. "anyways, where's the injury? show me."
"riiiight here!" he brandished his hand at youâthe one that you soon realized he'd been carefully keeping out of your sight all this time.
and for good reason, too. your jaw dropped at the way his hand hung off his wrist, held together by a few measly wires. "sun, what happened?!" you gasped as you jolted towards him and gingerly took hold of his hand. wires had snapped ruthlessly apart, splintered and shredded.
"oh, you know!" he waved his free hand, gaze still pinned onto you as you turned his hand this way and that, a crease forming between your brows. "just had a little oopsie, is all! doesn't hurt a bit!" and he spun his rays as though to show how unbothered he was.
you immediately let go of his hand and started fumbling for your toolbox to pull out supplies. you'd honestly prefer to have him get repaired down in parts 'n services for this, but knowing his adverseness to the place, there was no way you'd be able to.
"a little oopsie?" you asked incredulously. "this is a bit more than an oopsie, bud."
"ah, it's nothing our beloved repair tech can't fix!" he replied sweetly, gazing at you in a way that made something in your stomach flutter about. you grumbled and got to work, resolutely ignoring the heat creeping up your neck.
as you diligently worked on cutting and splicing the remaining wires together after turning off the electricity being routed to his hand, sun hummed happily to himself. "so!" he piped up after a moment of you concentrating heavily on his injury. "where have you been all this time, hm?"
you shrugged slightly, eyes firmly fixed to two wires you were splicing. the way they had torn was a bit... strange. like they'd been ripped or stretched apart until they tore. "been busy running around doing repairs, the usual."
"repairs, huh?" he mused, something to his voice that you couldn't quite decipher. "surely you are not working even during your lunch break? it is important to get your rest, friend!"
"i'm not, don't worry," you soothed, glancing up at him. "i've just been eating in the atrium lately. no biggie. sorry i haven't been by, i guess it... slipped my mind." you winced slightly at your words. truly, it had not occurred to you with how your breaks had been filled with hanging with vincent.
this close, you could see the offset white of his ringed pupils, roving over your body and drinking you in like he was a man starved. "i see. you would not happen to be spending it with ah, the guard over there, would you?"
you scrunched your nose at him. "why does it matter if i was?"
"no reason!" he grinned, but there was a tautness lining the edges of his smile that you did not quite like. his gaze flicked briefly over your shoulder, then back to you where his eyes upturned into crescents. "we're just happy to see you again! do make time for us too, yes?" his voice softened and lowered to a murmur. "the daycare isn't the same when you're not here with us."
now that just made you feel guilty. you swallowed it down as best as you could and gave him a small smile. "sorry," you repeated again gently. "i will."
it didn't take much longer to fix up his hand, and before you knew it, he was bouncing to his feet and flexing it every which way to show off its replenished dexterity. "good as new! thank you, my friend!" he scooped you up into another hug and you laughed, dizzy on his excitement.
"yeah, yeah. no more oopsies from now on, okay?" you chided him with a wagging finger once he'd placed you gently back upon the ground. he fixed your rumpled shirt for you, smoothing it down with large fingers. "i forbid it!"
"no promises!" he replied, booping you on the nose before clasping his hands together behind his back.
you packed up your tools and glanced down at your phone to check the time. almost closing. you should head out soon. you glanced over to vincent to see that most of the children had been checked out while you'd tended to sun. the last one was dozing on a playmat as vincent sat nearby, scrolling idly on his phone.
"alright, i need to go," you told sun as you started walking over to the looming castle doors. he followed you like a particularly lithe shadow. "got an early morning tomorrow."
"get some rest, friend!" he said, but you weren't paying attention to him anymore. vincent had caught your eye and quietly got up from his seat to jog over and meet you by the doors.
"all good?" he asked you once he'd come to a stop by your side, his hands buried in his pockets. you nodded and his gaze flicked to sun over your shoulder. he pointed over to the last kid snoring away. "you wanna look after the tyke now? my shift's over."
sun's eyes creased together as he smiled stiffly. one of his rays twitched. "of course! i will see you... tomorrow."
"yep. bye." succinct and terse, vincent gave sun a two-fingered salute then jerked his head at you before he pushed open the doors and left. you eyed vincent's retreating back first, then sun.
this was so weird. you exhaled through your nose and held onto your toolbox tightly. "...bye sun. see you tomorrow, promise."
"i will hold you to that!" was his merry response, and he waved at you with a grin as you left the daycare. white pupils followed you out, the door closing slowly behind you as something unsaid lingered in the air. you gave the doors a final look, then turned towards vincent, who was waiting for you a few feet away.
you considered bringing up all of... thatâand boy was the last hour a lot to unpackâbut a quick glance at the bags under vincent's eyes had you dropping it. later, you'll ask later.
you walked over to him. "hey, thanks for calling the repair in," you said as you both made your way up the stairs. "sun hates parts 'n services, it would've been a nightmare calling a mechanic to bring him down."
vincent gave you an odd look, one of his eyebrows raising. "what are you talking about?" he asked slowly, confused. "i didn't call it in. i told you i had been in the bathroom?"
he had said that, hadn't he. "oh." you thought he'd called it once he got back, but you guessed you were wrong. "and you really didn't see what'd happened?"
"nope." he took off his cap and ran his hand through his hair before setting it back on his head. "i don't have a single clue."
you hummed, glancing over your shoulder at the daycare as you both walked past the party rooms on the upper level. through the glass and netting, you could see sun, standing by one of the playpens. watching you and vincent with white eyes that gleamed even through the fluorescent lighting.
you suppressed a shiver and turned away, a burning gaze following you until you disappeared beyond a point where it no longer could.
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#sun connecting the dots when a new guard shows up at the daycare and u also stop showing up for ur lunch there: >:0#sun x reader#fnaf sun x reader#dca x reader#dca x you#dca x self insert#dca x y/n#fnaf dca x reader#sundrop x y/n#sundrop x you#sundrop x reader#yeah thats a self inflicted injury. he cray cray#sun x self insert#sun x y/n#fnaf dca x you#fnaf dca x self insert#shay scribbles daydreams
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