#group show/Lord Kitchener

[beloveds-embrace]

dukedom!AU but they realize she’s quickly become a type of ‘peoples princess’ outside the duchy

The timeline for this one is before reader tells john her request! I got this ask before part two dropped and already had some of it written. Hope you enjoy, anon! <3

Dukedome au masterlist

I can imagine them realizing it not from seeing it, but from hearing it, maybe during a gala hosted by John and uou. The evening is alive with music and laughter, the grand ballroom brimming with nobles and dignitaries. Yet the chatter revolve around one figure: you.

“She’s truly remarkable, isn’t she?” one elderly countess says, her voice carrying across the marble floors and gleaming ceilings. “Always so graceful, so kind. I am quite glad she is Duchess Price, now.”

John stands near the refreshments table with Simon, and overhears the conversation. His hand tightens slightly around his glass, though his face betrays nothing. Nothing new to be talked about, it was natural. And yet-

“Graceful?” a younger lady chimes in, voice calm and polite. “She’s more than that. Did you hear she personally visited the orphanage last week? Brought food and clothing, spoke to every child. And not for show- she refused to let any journalists near. That’s a true duchess.”

Simon’s brows furrows slightly, his jaw tightening. He exchanges a glance with John, the unspoken thought between them clear: she hadn’t told either of them about that visit. It wasn’t because John didn’t trust you, or that you need his permission; he just wanted to be aware of where you go and which guards you’ll take. For your own safety.

“She’s so approachable too,” a lord adds, gesturing with his wine glass. John knows this lord, he always ends up drinking too much and being too handsy. Why would you need to speak to him? “I spoke to her briefly earlier- she didn’t just listen, she cared. You can see it in her eyes. It’s no wonder the people adore her.”

Adore is putting it way too lightly.

From the other side of the room, Kyle watches as a small group of maids gossip near the staircase. He wasn’t one for eavesdropping, but their excitement is hard to ignore.

“I heard she gave her own jewelry to the head maid’s daughter to help her pay for her dowry.” One of them whispers, clutching her tray.

“That’s not all,” another group are speaking, talking about her as well. “The market vendors say she always pays more than is needed, even when they insist she doesn’t do. Such a lovely woman.”

“Wish the other nobles were like her,” the first maid says with a wistful sigh. “She’s the only one who treats us like people.”

Kyle’s lips press into a thin line as he adjusts his gloves. He prides himself on protecting you, but hearing how far your kindness extends fills him with a quiet sense of urgency. What if someone takes advantage of you and your tender heart?

It’s not just in the main hall that these words are said; down in the kitchens, Johnny is busy ensuring there’s enough food with the rest of the chefs. But still, he can hear two others talking while they work, trying not to sound too snappy or angry while he listens in on them.

As the night continues, the men find themselves more and more aware of how often your name arises in conversation. They hear nobles discussing your fashion choices (Simon secretly preens), others whispering about your visits to the poorer parts of town and the funds that have been allocated into revitalizing the areas, and even rival duchesses grudgingly admitting that you’ve set quite the high standard.

“I heard she stopped Lord Clinton from evicting his tenants,” one man says near the dance floor, though not quite close enough to be drawn into the dancing bodies. He is within John and Simon’s earshots.

“Not only that,” someone else “whispers”. “She made sure they had food and shelter through the winter. commoners love her, and she truly embodies what it means to be a noble. A true people’s princess, I say.”

John’s gaze flickers toward you, standing across the room and laughing softly with a group of nobles. You’re glowing tonight, the light catching in your hair and your smile as warm as ever, adorned in a beautiful dress.

“They don’t deserve her,” Kyle mutters, sidling up to him while holding a plate of finger foods.

John doesn’t respond, but his grip on his glass tightens again. It’s a wonder the glass hasn’t broken et.

Simon’s voice is quiet when he speaks. “The people see her as theirs.” He pauses, his gaze hardening. “But she’s ours first.”

“I cannot blame them.” John sighs. “She is the perfect duchess. But she is also my duchess, and they seem to have forgotten that.”

John means his words, and he knows his men agree with him. The world may love you, but they know the truth: no one else can have you- not the people, not the nobles, no one but them.

The ballroom continues to buzz with conversation, and John focuses back on the two men near the edge of the dance floor.

“She’s wasted on a duchy,” one of them says, swirling his wine with a smirk, more than just a little drunk. “With her charm, she could outshine the Queen herself.”

“Not just charm,” the other adds in, just as drunk. “But Influence.”

Simon stiffens, his fingers flexing at his sides. “Influence” isn’t something he takes lightly when it comes to you. It’s a dangerous thing in the wrong hands- or with the wrong admirers.

“Careful,” John mutters to him. “They’re complimenting her, not threatening her.”

Simon’s glare softens ever so slightly. “Yet.”

Johnny slowly makes his way towards a hidden corner of the ballroom, gnawing on his lips as he listens to the whispers of you.

Did you see the way she stopped to speak with the gardeners?” one of them asks. “She even complimented the hedges I trimmed last week!”

Johnny’s grin fades, his fingers drumming against his thigh. He enjoys seeing people appreciate you, but this feels different. They speak of you with reverence, as if you’re some untouchable figure. But Johnny knows better. You’re no untouchable goddess- you’re his. Theirs. That’s what matters most.

It’s when you step onto the dance floor that the tension truly rises. A duke- one who’s been eyeing you all evening- approaches you with a bow, extending his hand for a dance. You hesitate, glancing toward John out of instinct. He doesn’t move, but his eyes darken, his jaw clenched as he watches you take the duke’s hand.

The music swells and you move across the floor, laughter bubbles from your lips at something your dance partner says. The men see it for what it is: polite, nothing more. But it doesn’t stop the knot of irritation tightening even further.

“She’s a vision,” someone murmurs nearby, unaware they’re being overheard.

“Who wouldn’t fall for her?” another replies.

The words hang in the air, heavy with implication.

Kyle’s gaze sharpens. Johnny’s grin vanishes completely. Simon’s fists clench at his sides. And John, ever composed, finishes his wine in one long swallow, his eyes never leaving you.

He can’t allow this to go on for any longer.

The dance ends, and as you return to the edge of the ballroom, you’re immediately surrounded by more admirers- ladies complimenting your gown, lords vying for your attention. Or would have been, if John hadn’t started making his way towards you, presence larger than life.

“Your Grace,” he says smoothly, and extends his hand to you, his expression unreadable. “Dance with me.”

The request- or rather, the command- is met with stunned silence. The nobles exchange glances, but a single glance from John keeps them all silent.

You blink up at him, momentarily caught off guard, before placing your hand in his. “Of course.” you murmur softly.

John’s grip is firm but gentle as he leads you to the dance floor, his other hand resting lightly at your waist. The orchestra begins a soft waltz, and he pulls you into the first step, his movements confident and assured.

Around you, the crowd watches, whispers starting anew, though you barely notice. All you can focus on is the intensity in John’s eyes as he looks down at you.

“You’ve been busy tonight.” he says after a moment, his voice low enough that only you can hear. It sends a shiver up your spine- his voice always so nice to hear.

“It’s my role,” you reply, offering him a small smile. “Everyone has been so kind.”

He hums, his eyes flicking briefly to the onlookers before returning to you. “Too kind, perhaps.”

You raise an eyebrow at his tone but say nothing, letting him guide you across the floor. His hand tightens slightly at your waist, and he pulls you even more closer.

“You’ve done well tonight,” he says after a moment, his voice softer now. “Better than I expected, if I’m honest. But I shouldn’t have been surprised. You always seem to surprise me, my dear.”

Your cheeks warm at the unexpected praise, and you smile up at him. “Thank you, John. That means a great deal.”

He leans in just slightly, his breath ghosting over your ear. “The way they look at you,” he murmurs, his voice dropping even lower. “They can’t take their eyes off you. And I don’t blame them.”

You glance up at him, startled, but his expression is unreadable once again. He continues to lead you effortlessly through the dance, his movements precise.

“But,” he continues, his gaze locking onto yours, “they’ll have to remember who you belong to.”

Your heart skips at his words, and for a moment, you forget where you are, the world narrowing to just the two of you. His eyes soften, his grip steady as he twirls you into the final steps of the dance.

As the music fades, he leans in again, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re exquisite tonight, wife. Don’t let them forget it.”

With that, he leads you off the dance floor, his hand never leaving yours. The crowd parts for the both of you, their gazes following you both as John guides you back to the edge of the room, where the others wait.

You’re still breathless, his words replaying in your mind as he steps aside, positioning himself at your shoulder. Whatever protests the nobles might’ve had about your absence dissolve under his watchful glare.

And though John doesn’t say another word for the rest of the evening, his presence alone is enough to ensure no one dares to crowd you again, and no one comes between you and them. Simon and Kyle keep you busy, chatting happily with them, and Johnny joins later when the guests begin to trickle out and no one would question why a chef is there.

People’s princess you maybe, you are still theirs. John simply had to show and remind everyone of that fact.

[astrolook]

🧬🗺️Composite 1st House Lord - Where You Could’ve Met Them🧬

Note: These are all my personal observations and patterns I've noticed over the years. Take what resonates with you more and leave the rest. Lemme know in the comments if it hits home!

Composite 1st lord in 1st

Met face-to-face, directly, no third party involved.

Possible places: gym, bar, street, elevator, park, bookstore, mall, airport, coffee shop, train station, clothing store, sidewalk, local event, in a queue, at the same table in a shared space, solo travel meetup, bumped into each other at random, video conference, during a live-stream, mmorpg online gaming chat, VR chat, seminar, phone call, walking past each other and someone said something bold.

Composite 1st lord in 2nd

Met through something stable, practical, or family-related.

Possible places: family gathering, work lunch, restaurant, bank, café, grocery store, food market, money-related event, retail job, while shopping, someone’s birthday dinner, shared meal situation, kitchen at a house party, on a Friday, budgeting workshop, thrift store, crowdfunding platforms, antique store, dealership, auction, shared Uber ride, in-laws' place, cooking class, local deli.

Composite 1st lord in 3rd

Met through communication, local movement, siblings, or online.

Possible places: Instagram DMs, Twitter replies, group chat, Discord server, text thread, classroom, writing workshop, local café with Wi-Fi, bookstore, while commuting, bus stop, rideshare, short road trip, corner store, small concert, mutual friends, through a childhood friend/ person you know well, the town/city you live, neighborhood event, on a Wednesday, sibling’s friend, in the comments section, language class, while job seeking.

Composite 1st lord in 4th

Met through home, family, comfort zones, or private settings.

Possible places: house party, sleepover, family gathering, roommate’s friend, childhood neighborhood, someone's kitchen, moving day, Airbnb stay, apartment complex, on a Monday, during a moon phase, emotional support group, hometown event, after a breakup while staying in, family BBQ, garage sale, interior design store, while visiting parents, through a roommate, near a water body, someone's wedding, private party, cozy dinner at someone’s house.

Composite 1st lord in 5th

Met through fun, creativity, performance, or casual romance settings.

Possible places: bar, club, party, concert, art show, theater, dance class, dating app, sports game, game night, amusement park, school, spa, restaurant, karaoke night, paint & sip, on a Sunday, acting class, creative workshop, open mic night, festival, school play, talent show, roller rink.

Composite 1st lord in 6th

Met through work, routine, health, or situations requiring responsibility.

Possible places: office, co-working space, job interview, work training, hospital, clinic, pharmacy, dentist’s office, vet clinic, gym, volunteering event, internship, work meeting, study group, group project, yoga class, NGO, freelancer or job seeker platforms, PT appointment, HR onboarding, work cafeteria, waiting room, in the military.

Composite 1st lord in 7th

Met through one-on-one connections, mutuals, or something relationship-focused.

Possible places: blind date, friend’s wedding, mutual friend’s hangout, relationship therapy group, couple’s retreat (yep), business partnership, networking mixer, dating app (but looking for something serious), bridal party, law office, debate club, matchmaking event, double date, plus-one at a wedding, court, collaboration meeting, someone introduced you like “you two should talk.”

Composite 1st lord in 8th

Met through intense, private, emotional, or taboo situations.

Possible places: funeral, therapy session, after a breakup, support group, hospital stay, hookup/ONS situation, trauma healing retreat, occult/spiritual workshop, astrology/tarot reading, shadow work circle, dark bar at 2 a.m., secret/late-night party, sex club, inheritance drama, shared trauma situation, anonymous online forum, while confiding something you weren’t supposed to share, in a moment of crisis, after a physical transformation like surgery/ weight loss.

Composite 1st lord in 9th

Met through travel, education, spirituality, or different cultures.

Possible places: college, study abroad program, airport, foreign country, immigration office, language class, philosophy lecture, yoga retreat, religious/spiritual event, cultural festival, hostel, museum, bookstore, international Zoom call, exchange program, road trip stop, at an auction, social-media, on a Thursday, university, travel blog comments, vacation or a getaway, while lost in a city you don’t live in.

Composite 1st lord in 10th

Met through career, public image, goals, or authority settings.

Possible places: workplace, career fair, interview, through email given by a colleague/ acquaintance/ co-worker, panel event, at a startup, a political rally, business conference, industry mixer, award ceremony, courthouse, public speaking event, corporate event, someone’s job site, PR launch, networking dinner, coffee meeting, office elevator, during a work collab, in the evening, on a Saturday, corporate/ historical building, in chain/ franchises restaurants/ offices, through a manager or boss.

Composite 1st lord in 11th

Met through friends, the internet, or a shared cause/community.

Possible places: group chat, social media, fandom page, Discord server, group project, protest, community event, charity fundraiser, mutual friend’s party, online forum, Twitter/X thread, Twitch stream, team meeting, club or org event, group vacation, online class, gaming server, chat room, NGO event, local meetup, social-media group, at a concert with mutuals.

Composite 1st lord in 12th

Met in hidden, distant, quiet, or spiritually heavy places.

Possible places: hospital, rehab, retreat, therapy waiting room, dream (then online), spiritual forum, meditation class, airport layover, long-distance app, temple/ church, secluded beach, behind-the-scenes at an event, while isolating from someone/something else, at late-evening/ night, when it's raining, during storm season, when one of you in a relationship with someone else, during a tough emotional phase, while traveling solo, art museum, while ghosting everyone else, after a su*cide attempt, near a bridge, after a weight loss.

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[eddiazx]

buck wild - evan buckley x reader

Buck has always been beautiful. Over the past year though, he had an even bigger glow up, which you didn’t even think could be possible.

His golden hair had furled into soft little coils, his stomach was fuller, his arms were so muscular that you were slightly concerned he was going to rip through his all of his T-shirts, and his thighs. Lord, his thick thighs were built like tanks. All in all, Buck looked comfortable in his own skin, in being himself, and in being enough, and you were obsessed with it.

Of course, you might be biased, but you think the general public can agree with you that your boyfriend is a smoke show.

The 118 and their families were currently gathered at Athena and Bobby’s house. It was one of those rare weekend nights where everyone was free, so the couple had invited everyone over for a barbecue.

Dusk was falling, and the kids were planted in front of the downstairs television watching a horror movie. The adults were sitting in the backyard, chatting over drinks. You were sitting sideways in Buck’s lap, one of his hands bringing a beer bottle to his lips every few minutes, while the other rested on your leg. Both of you were immersed in the story that Karen was recounting about an incident that happened in her lab.

When you decide that you needed a sip of water, you shift yourself up from Buck's lap and the comfortable position you were in. You put your feet on the ground, lean forward and oh-

Your legs were on either side of Buck’s thick left thigh, and whether it was due to the booze or the angle or the solid muscle underneath hitting you just right, arousal zips through you.

You gulp and get up on shaky legs with Buck’s help. You make a beeline to the kitchen and grab a water bottle, pressing the cool plastic to the side of your neck in attempt to calm down.

“Hey, you okay?”, you hear Buck behind you. You turn around to see your sweet boyfriend who had trailed after you in concern.

“Yeah... but do you mind if we go home?”

“Of course. Are you feeling sick?”

“No, but I am feeling hot.” You say, trailing a nail down Buck’s chest to his tummy, biting your lower lip.

Buck, quickly understanding, smirks, and takes your hand in his, guiding you back towards the group to bid your hasty goodbyes before walking out the front door. You don't quite catch the knowing looks and smirks that Eddie and Hen give Buck.

Buck's warm hand never leaves yours, except to help you into his Jeep. He buckles himself in, and starts to drive, but not before asking,

“So, what was it that turned you on?”

Your cheeks warm. You look pointedly at his thighs, and he chuckles. He eventually pulls the Jeep into park in front of your shared apartment.

You move to open the passenger door, but Buck pulls you back. He brings you in for a kiss and shuffles you over the centre console to make you straddle him, adjusting his seat back to make room for you.

“Buck”, you pant breathlessly into his mouth, before sliding your tongue over his. His big hands caress your back and down your butt, before you feel him guide your legs so that one of his thighs was between them.

“Okay, baby. Ride me. Take what you need.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You hold onto Buck’s shoulders, grinding your hips back and forth over the corded muscle. Buck looks up at you like this is the hottest thing he’s ever seen, his own dick straining against his jeans. He bounces his leg up into you experimentally, and when you react positively, he continues to do so in an unrelenting pace. Buck can tell by your whines and breathing that you were close, so he finally grasps your hips and pulls you down hard onto his thigh. Within seconds, you’re shaking with white-hot pleasure.

Buck coos and rubs your sides, grounding you after your high. It's unspoken between you two, but this was most definitely not the last time you'd be doing this.

[cosmosluckycharms]

Show☆Time

this night has opened my eyes

After a while of you sobbing quietly on the floor of your room, you finally got up and locked in.

First off, you changed out of your performer costume into a more casual outfit.

Your performer costume was soaked from the water, so you hung it up to dry and clean later.

You needed a plan

so you started a plan.

You had lots of ideas planned out. All of which were very elaborate.

Different ways to get them all together to make amends, different ways for them to talk, plans to make everyone apologize and get together to become a troop.

You get out your comically large whiteboard and regular-sized markers and start planning on what to do.

You spend a couple of hours finding ideas, only for you to keep running into problems.

You didn't know what to do.

You were stuck.

You decided to just walk to the park to tell Tsukasa you would have to quit, it was nearby anyway.

Walking out of the manor wasn't hard, they wouldn't notice you walking out. They were away at whatever rich people jobs they had.

You never saw them at night, and you never understood why.

As you made your way to the theme park, you tried to make yourself as small as possible to not get seen by anyone bad.

You tried to calm your nerves by thinking of memories to keep your mind off the whole situation.

You think about how one time when you were younger, around 10 years old, while getting up to get water you saw Nightwing in costume in the kitchen.

You saw as he froze like he was shocked to see you walk in.

You smiled at him and waved, you were half asleep and assumed he was a hallucination.

He waved and smiled back to you and you just walked back to your room.

For a while, you assumed that either Nightwing was coming into the manor to steal something, or he was just visiting.

Either that or you were dreaming.

You assumed you were dreaming.

You smiled at the memory. Nightwing has been one of your favorite vigilantes since you were younger.

You liked how his smile seemed to light up the room.

You liked how his smile reminded you of your older brother, Dick's smile.

You wanted to smile like Nightwing and Dick.

You were close to the park when you saw a red hood on a rooftop.

You saw him watching you, somewhat menacingly.

You get scared for a moment, You've heard stories about the crime lord and the people he's killed.

Sure, they were bad people and you had never done anything bad, but you could never be too sure!

You smiled and waved to him, which caught him slightly by surprise. Usually, people didn't smile and wave at someone they were scared of.

You walked a little faster, you needed to hurry before it was too late at night.

The park closes at 9, and it was now 8:26 pm.

You didn't notice how Red Hood kept watching you.

You didn't notice how he started coming towards you.

As soon as he got within 7 feet behind you, you could sense him.

You spun around dramatically to look at him.

You waved to him, again. "Hii!" You said excitedly, hoping this interaction will take your mind off everything. You realized you did not sound as excited as you usually did, probably from the sadness you felt.

"You look happy," He said walking towards you.

He didn't know why he felt the need to talk to you. He had never even had a conversation with you.

"Not really." You looked down at your feet, slightly sad.

You see him sitting down on a bench nearby and patting the seat next to him.

"Well, what's up?" He asks as you sit down next to him.

"What do you mean?" you asked, your leg shaking from nervousness.

Were you in trouble? Had you done something wrong? Why was he stopping you? Didnt he have people to fight?

"I mean, you look upset," He said, pointing out the obvious.

You started explaining everything to him.

About how you started a group and how it fell apart.

"I don't know what to do. I was just on my way to tell my friend I was gonna quit. It's no use to keep trying." You said while having your head in your hands and trying not to cry.

Jason didn't understand.

You usually weren't like this.

You usually wouldn't quit.

You were the type of person to keep going no matter what.

He's seen you fall down and get up likr it was nothing!

He leaned up against the railing of the bench. "Well, why would you quit?"

"What do you mean?" You asked as you lifted your head from your hands.

"I mean, why quit when you're almost there? All you have to do is go to the park, find them, and tell them to keep going. encourage them like you encouraged others." You watched as he stretched a little.

You thought about it for a minute.

"Plus, wouldn't you want to keep going for your grandfather? he would want you to keep going, right?"

He was right.

You had to keep going.

You had to go ahead and convince Tsukasa to apologize to Nene and Rui.

You had to convince them all to stay together.

You got up from the bench.

"Thank you for everything, Mr. Red Hood!" you waved bye to him and started running towards the theme park.

You checked the time on your phone.

8:47 PM

If you ran fast enough, you could probably make it in time to find Tsukasa and make him apologize!

So you ran.

You ran and ran like there was no tomorrow.

When you finally got to the park, you stopped for a second to try and find Tsukasa.

You find him packing his stuff up on the stage, and he has also already taken off his performer costume.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and practically yelled to him "TSUKASA- WENEEDTOGETTHEGROUPBACKTOGETETHERANDANDAND-!" You talked too fast. You made no sense. You were scared and nervous.

"Y-Y/N! Slow down! I can't understand you!" Tsukasa said, his head feeling like it was spinning.

You took a deep breath and started yelling again, this time you accidentally shook him violently. "WE NEED THE GROUP BACK TOGETHER! We need to create smiles! Us breaking up was a dumb idea!" Your eyes were slightly teary, you were passionate about this.

It took a couple of minutes of you convincing Tsukasa (and apologizing for shaking him and leaving him dizzy) before you guys went to look for Nene and Rui.

When you guys finally found them, the park was about to close for the night. You guys had to hurry.

Nene and Tsukasa apologized to each other, Nene for ruining the show and Tsukasa for yelling at her.

Rui was holding a slight grudge, which makes sense, but you were sad about it.

It took all 3 of you to convince him to come back to the stage and forgive Tsukasa, and it worked!

You all got kicked out of the park for the day because technically you guys were trespassing, so you 3 parted ways and went home.

While walking home, you started thinking about your day.

You liked thinking about it, it made you feel like you were living through it again.

You realized you had never told Mr.Red Hood about your grandpa.

How did he know about that?

oh god rhis was so short sorry

PLEASE why do i keep accidentally neglecting emu reader hi guys

also jasons prolly ooc sorru

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[llonelygoddess]

Yandere House Stark Headcanons

A/N: I ended up not doing Bran and Rickon only because I wanted to get this out sooner rather than later and they were a little difficult to write for. If you'd like to see headcanons for them I can definitely make another post for them, just let me know.

Let's say you are a low born person looking for refuge in Winterfell after your village was sacked by Wildlings. You had hoped to find some tavern to hold up in or even a brothel, but unbeknownst to you the Stark family kept an eye on newcomers. When they received news of your arrival, they requested your presence. It was only to talk about the possibility of nearby Wildlings, but when YOU showed up beaten and scared for your life- how could they not offer their Stark hospitality?

This is where the yandere tendencies begin.

Ned Stark, as a yandere, is protective and definitely has a savior complex. He's an honorable and just man that can't help but bring home strays, so when he sees you it's like finding Jon all over again. A deep sense of responsibility comes over him and he knows in that moment that you are just as much his as any of his kids. From that day forward he assigns a room for you in the castle and a handmaiden to keep you company, not that you'll be needing it. The family of course is shocked at his sudden interest, but they all love to see him happy and nothing makes him more happy than seeing you taken care of.

Now Catelyn is initially worried that Ned has taken a romantic interest in you, but when she sees the way you both interact she understands the fatherly bond he is trying to create very similar to his own kids. It didn't take long for her to fall into her own yandere tendencies; checking in on you in the mornings, making prayer wheels even when you're not sick, helping in the kitchen to make sure your food was perfect ( and not poisoned). She takes her role as your surrogate mother very seriously,sometimes to the extent of watching you sleep or ordering guards to discreetly watch over you and report back. Her biggest worry is that you'll be taken away from them so she takes extra precautions to keep you safe.

Robb is head over heels for you instantly. Man is down bad. Much like his father, Robb has a savior complex and finds himself wanting to be YOUR savior always. He does this by training extra hard with Jon, keeping an eye on you at all times, and giving threatening looks to any man or woman who gets too close to you. He doesn’t mean to scare away any potential friends but he does mean to scare away potential lovers. He couldn’t bear to see you with anyone outside the family, and even then he has a sword up his butt about it. 

On the other hand, Jon takes a while to warm up to you. He loves his family and is vicious to outsiders who could harm them. Eventually, seeing how you interact with everyone makes him a tad jealous. Not of you, but of his family and how easily they can approach you. I definitely see Jon as an overprotective/stalker yandere with strong jealous tendencies that make him beg for your approval. He finds himself wherever you are, lurking in the background, waiting for the right moment to catch you alone. Jon feels like himself around you and the more time you spend together the more addicted to your presence he becomes. 

Theon is hands down THE worshiper of the group. It's a hot take for sure but as a yandere, I see Theon's insecurities and fears taking over, slightly similar to reek!Theon. He sees you as a deity, above the Lords and Ladies, even above the King/Queen themself. If it were up to him he'd be the one giving you your meals, running your baths, standing by your side as guard. He cherishes your very presence and hopes one day you'll see his never ending loyalty to you and only you. 

Sansa is very quiet about her obsession, you almost couldn't tell. She's the perfect friend, always sitting next to you at meals, gossiping about the Lords and Lady's of court, and helping you stock your wardrobe. Whatever hobby you choose to pick up, she's always there to praise you in your efforts and guide you in whatever way she can. She especially loves teaching you how to embroider as it's her specialty. It was all but normal until you came upon her private journal filled with both your names in beautiful cursive surrounded by hearts. You begin to notice the closeness she silently demands, eyeing everyone else to stay away. You see the way she longingly watches you from afar when you choose to spend time with anyone else. And your dresses, that you both so carefully picked out, seem to have a little embroidered "SS" on the nape of your neck.

Arya sees you as her golden older sibling, the one who can do no wrong. She is constantly dragging you around Winterfell - riding horses and trying to shoot arrows (and failing lol). She finds comfort within you, the only person who doesn't expect anything of her except to be herself. And for that she will never leave your side. Most nights you'll find her trying to sneak into your room to share a bed, but whether she can get past the guards Ned and Catelyn have posted outside your door is another story.

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Cookies Chaos 🍪

🧡 Pairing: Roman Reigns x Black OC (Shiloh Lucero)

📌 Summary: Rhea goes live from Shiloh’s kitchen during a chaotic cookie-baking night, but things get even messier when Roman comes home and reminds everyone exactly who the cookies (and the girl) belong to. Later, a group chat meltdown unfolds featuring zero cookies, too much banter, and one shirtless confession no one was ready for.

⚠️ Content Warning: None, just Roman having zero patience for people as always lmao

📝 Word Count: ~1k

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The camera wobbled before settling into a slightly tilted frame—just close enough to catch half of Rhea’s smirking face, eyeliner sharp, black lipstick smudged from a stolen piece of chocolate.

“Alright, you chaotic little gremlins,” she greeted Instagram Live with a wicked grin. “Welcome to a very special episode of Rhea Ruins the Kitchen: Domestic Edition. I’m here on location, deep in the heart of suburbia, where one very soft, very flour-dusted woman is currently baking her way into a man’s soul.”

She turned the camera dramatically, revealing Shiloh standing at the kitchen island. She was barefoot, dressed in a grey cami maxi dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways—soft cotton clinging gently to her waist, dipping low across her collarbone. Her hair was pulled up in a lazy bun, a few curls falling loose around her face. She was focused on the bowl in front of her, folding chocolate chips into dough with careful precision.

Shiloh looked up, catching the phone pointed directly at her. “Rhea…”

“Don’t Rhea me,” Rhea grinned. “Look at you. You’re giving soft. You’re giving silk. You’re giving ‘my man might actually cry when he sees this.’”

Shiloh laughed under her breath, brushing a smear of flour off her wrist. “You said we were just hanging out.”

“We are,” Rhea said innocently, flipping the camera back to her face. “You just didn’t know I was bringing three thousand people with me.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m documenting greatness,” Rhea declared, zooming in on Shiloh’s hands. “This is wife behavior, by the way.”

Shiloh looked at her flatly. “We’re not even married.”

“Not yet, babes,” Rhea said with a wink. “But don’t worry. He’s halfway there. You sneeze and he checks the thermostat.”

Shiloh tried to keep a straight face, but her smile crept through anyway.

The comment section was already unhinged:

@tribalthirstclub: NOT YET BABES 😭😭😭😭 @flourandsweetness: she said wife behavior and was RIGHT @romanistan69: oh he gone marry her. no doubt @ughfineimjealous: that dress + cookies = roman in a chokehold

Rhea angled the phone again, now showing the full spread: cookie dough ready to bake, a cooling rack prepped, ingredients still out in a charming mess. The condo smelled like butter, vanilla, and trouble.

“She’s in here barefoot, makin’ cookies in that dress,” Rhea continued. “And the Tribal Chief is out watching football. He should be arrested.”

“He needed a break,” Shiloh said, setting the tray into the oven.

“He needs to witness this,” Rhea argued. “Because I swear to god, if my girl here doesn’t get a ring by next fiscal quarter, I’m starting a GoFundMe. Justice for Shiloh.”

Shiloh shook her head, but her smile stayed.

“I’m here doing the Lord’s work,” Rhea said. “Taste-testing. Vibing. Being an extraordinary best friend while watching this soft bitch be in love. It’s fine.”

“You’re not taste-testing anything,” Shiloh warned as Rhea reached toward the bowl.

“You act like I didn’t grow up eating raw dough—”

“You literally got sick last time.”

“Worth it,” Rhea said, stealing a single chocolate chip and popping it into her mouth. “Also, you’re glowing. This dress? The soft lighting? The cookies? It’s giving domestic bliss. It’s giving final girl gets the rose in The Bachelor. It’s giving ‘he’s not gonna survive seeing you like this.’”

The front door opened.

Footsteps. Slow, deliberate, heavy.

Shiloh froze only for a second—just long enough to smile to herself.

Rhea’s eyes widened. “Oh shit. Cue the final boss theme.”

Roman stepped into the condo. His hair was tied back in a messy man bun, his black muscle tee clinging to his chest and shoulders. Grey joggers hung low on his hips. His face was unreadable—stoic, sharp-edged—until his eyes found her.

His entire body softened.

He walked past Rhea without so much as a glance. Crossed the kitchen. Reached for Shiloh like it was instinct. One arm slid around her waist, the other cupping the side of her jaw. He kissed her slowly—soft, firm, like he’d missed her more than he knew how to say.

Rhea stared at the phone. “Sir. We are live.”

Roman didn’t respond.

“She’s making cookies,” Rhea added, like it was supposed to change something. “You just walked in here like you own the house.”

“I do,” he murmured against Shiloh’s lips, making her giggle.

“And I don’t?” Rhea asked with mock offense.

Roman finally looked up, deadpan. “You don’t even live here.”

“Oh, so now we gatekeeping real estate?” she shot back. “I bring one ring-light and a little joy and suddenly I’m a trespasser?”

Roman raised a brow. “You brought chaos. And glitter. It’s still on my couch.”

“That was Valentine’s Day! Get over it!”

@grumpygirlsgethim: HIS WHOLE FACE CHANGED 😭😭😭 @gimmeachair: rhea getting evicted in real time @tribalthirstclub: “i do.” “you don’t.” pls this is gold @lineagewivesclub: roman’s a golden retriever but only for her

Rhea rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I’m still getting a cookie.”

Roman reached for one off the tray.

“They’re hot,” Shiloh warned.

“So?” he said, already taking a bite. He chewed once and nodded. “Perfect.”

“She’s perfect,” Rhea muttered, licking her thumb. “You’re just here for the plot.”

Roman reached for a second cookie—and without warning, chucked it at Rhea. It bounced off her shoulder.

“Was that an act of war?!”

“You’ll live.”

“Oh, I am leaking the footage now,” Rhea threatened. “I have years of receipts. Y’all get married and don’t let me officiate? I’m leaking every photo I’ve ever taken of him smiling like a golden retriever whenever you’re sitting in his lap.”

Roman didn’t blink. “I meant that.”

Shiloh blushed. Rhea made a gagging sound and turned the phone back to herself.

“I’m ending this Live,” she said. “But just know—this soft bitch got the grumpy man cooking. I hate it here. I’m happy for them. But I hate it here.”

The feed cut just as Roman pressed a kiss to Shiloh’s temple, and Rhea’s voice faded out, “Ugh. Adorable. Disgusting. I’m going home to order pizza. Roman, wait until I get inside my car to rearrange her guts will ya. Bye babes. I will be over tomorrow for my cookies. ”

Roman frowned instantly. "I wish the fuck she would."

Shiloh giggled, shaking her head as she tugged Roman toward the oven. “Come on,” she murmured. “Cookies first. Guts later.” Roman followed without complaint, his hand already finding her waist.

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💭 Author’s Note:

just a quick lil soft + chaotic short for the soul 🫶🏽 rhea’s loud, roman’s grumpy ass, and shiloh’s out here baking her way into hearts. not super long, but y’all deserved to witness roman holding all the cookies for himself in real time 🍪

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[prlssprfctn]

Hello!! I'm the one who asked about what you think about Jason being the favorite robin(child) of the rogues. That is actually my first time asking. I love the headcanons and narrations you wrote about! Now, I'm kind of thinking about Jason being an top of the random lists that Tim has in the Batcave like?

Children, adoptees or wards? (Do adults count? - Dick)

Jason - lost count after 100 homeless kids under his care and in his illegal but safe orphanages, rapidly increasing to an unhealthy number 500(Tim wrote it).

Bruce - 17??? (Are we?-Dick)

Dick - 1 (Does Damian even count? - Jason)

So on...

Jobs Legal or illegal

Jason - Illegally employed: Crime boss, drug lord. Etc...

Legally employed: Doctor(Since when?-Bruce), Nurse(I'm asking since when?!!!-Bruce), Librarian(Where ?!!!-Babs). Teacher(Where?!!!-Damian(He is not letting go of the chance to let go of Jason's teaching). (Jason just went to get employed by every job possible to keep the money and funds coming... Ain't No Way. He's asking Bruce for money)

Bruce- CEO

Tim- Co-CEO

Dick- Cop

Certificates

Jason with the help of Talia reviving his paper documents. - He filled the whole living room with Diploma, PHDs and Certificates that is definitely real (no hacking required)

Bruce, Tim and Dick just hang their Gotham High school diplomas above the fireplace...

Alfred is removing some of Jason's certificates to the library to make room for Damian, Steph, Cass and Duke.

And every other random list

Funnily enough there is a calendars in the Batcave and Kitchen. Each calendar has a significant person. And only Jason's calendar is filled with notes of events, next to him is Tim after Tim it's Bruce.

Like:

Dick- Hey... Jay what does the assassin meeting mean?...

Jason- ...

Dick- Jay... What about the mercenary meeting?

Jason- ...

Bruce- What does a magical assassin's meeting mean?!!

Everyone- Jay... JAY!!!

Jason slowly disappears like the disappearing meme that Tim always shows and it came to bite him in the ass.

Jason finally uses the magic spells that the sorcerer he bullied to teach him to good use...

giggled—

Jason-overachiver-Todd. his overachieving is on that level when he doesn't even realise it, he just automatically volunteers and does everything and anything.

(shh, it is his way to make up for all years he missed while being homeless and dead).

also, Tim makes the most specific, strange lists, too. like, about random things, really.

"who died the most in the family?"

1. Jason [25 times]

(Bruce: ?????? WHAT)

2. Bruce [15 times]

3. Dick and Damian [1 time]

4. Steph [0.5 time]

"who owns the most hobby clubs and community groups?"

1. Jason [48]

(Tim: Okay, reading and theatrical stuff is one thing, but CROCHETING? THE ANONYMOUS CENTRE OF PEOPLE FREE OUT OF COMA???)

2. Dick [33]

3. Alfred [12]

4. Bruce [1]

(Damian: Father, I don't think League of Justice counts for a community group...)

also, Jason unlocking another magical powers along the way is so fun, especially if he can disappear randomly sometimes. like, he is in the middle of an argument with Bruce? whoops — and he is gone.

[ratmare]

Hans feeling like hes been reduced to an unwilling political pawn cuts deeper when set against how much freedom and opportunity Henry has by the end of the game.

He can go anywhere. Do anything.

The only real thing keeping Henry where he is is loyalty to Radzig, Hanush and Hans.

It must feel so terribly cruel that the parentage and claim that Hans was so proud of has become his cage and sometimes I think about Hans sitting in the banquet halls listening in as their ragtag group of allies beg Henry to visit them in Hungary or Kolin or Germany.

Maybe he’s rifling through the wine cellar when Zizka corners Henry in the kitchen to press the offer to become his second once again. Hans’ fingers curl tighter around the neck of the bottle when Henry shrugs off the promise of a battalions to command with an insistence that “his place is as Lord Capon’s aide.”

After most of the guests have retired, Hans finds Henry and Musa by the fire as Musa tries to paint an image of the pieces of colored glass inset in the vaulted ceilings of the Sultan's bathhouses. Hans' stomach twists as he watches Henry's mouth fall into an "o" when Musa insists there's dozens of fountains throughout the cities in the East and Musa seems to drink in the other man's amazement. Hans wants nothing more than to out do the showoff, but the world he knows is too small to offer a challenge. He was too young to even ride his own horse when he visited Germany with his mother and the memories are fuzzy and uninteresting. He'd give a finger or two to be able to say he's visited the courts of the far north or supped at tables in China-anything to spark those same stars in Henry's eyes. Hans stares into the firelight chin buried into his folded knees, arms pulled tight around them as a world he'll never see spills from Musa's lips, washing past him. "Do you think when things settle down a bit you'll ever be up to show us one day? Capon's always wanted to see Golgotha." Henry gestures to him with his cup, an easy smile on his lips. "It would be my privilege." Musa nods. "We'll have to visit my brother first." He throws an arm around his shoulder, rocking them together with a laugh. "I need to get used to riding for more than a day so I won't be bitching in your ear the whole time." Firelight's still smearing spots in Hans' vision and for a few blinks there's a halo dancing above Henry's brow "Aye, I'm looking forward to it."

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Practice On Me — Part Eleven — Azriel x Reader

Summary: Reader receives a much-needed pep talk in Velaris and gets thinking. Azriel receives a lecture in Windhaven by a frustrated Rhysand. Reader is surprised by an unexpected visitor to the City of Starlight.

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Warnings: A little bit of smut, 18+, minors dni.

Velaris feels like an entire world away from Windhaven.

You’ve been here only once before, when, as mischievous fourteen-year-olds, Rhysand had brought you. The High Lord had been in another court on business, which had seemed like the perfect time for Rhys to show you his other home. Only, his father had returned early, and had thundered — hard enough to shake the mountains — about strangers entering the shielded city without formal invitation. Not you, nor Cassian, nor Azriel, had been back since.

And that lingering encounter was why, when Roza brought you here three days earlier, you’d been nervous about coming face-to-face with the High Lord yet again.

But the handsome, roguish male had merely given you a long, slow perusal, and then smiled a charming smile — about the only thing Rhys seems to have inherited from him — and welcomed you to his home for as long as you do so please.

It’s tranquil, there’s no doubt about that. Light and airy and so beautiful that you can forget, for a time, that there’s a world outside the City of Starlight. You’ve spent the last three days at Roza’s side, exploring the city and helping her run light errands, and attending to her at the end of the day when the pregnancy tires her out.

The High Lord — Finadar, or Fin, as you’ve learned most people call him — does no such thing. He does not visit his pregnant mate after long, tiring days. Does not summon her.

Despite the growing new arrival in her belly, there’s a distinct lack of love between the two of them that surprises you, perhaps more than anything else.

But tonight, with Roza joining him for a public appearance, you’re left alone with your thoughts for the first time in three days. And you’re desperate to do anything to fight them off.

You wander the long, spacious halls of the High Lord’s opulent home, warm, despite the brutal mountain range that stands guard around it. This is a level of luxury you were never built for, and don’t quite know what to do with. You read from Roza’s broad selection of literature, and gorge on sweets in the kitchen, and slide along the polished floors on your socks, because why the fuck not.

It’s better than thinking. Anything is better than thinking.

But as the night wears on and the silence gets too loud, it’s hard to keep deeper thoughts at bay. Your heart aches relentlessly over the broken shards of your loving friendship group that you don’t know how to glue back together. Your mind swoons longingly over old memories, old smiles. You’re a hollow vessel of complications, and regrets, and excruciating love—

“I heard you were here.” A trilling voice echoes from the far end of the hall you’re traversing.

You turn, and you think you might choke out a strangled noise of relief at the sight of shimmering, golden curls and warm, brown eyes, huge like a doe’s.

Mor looks far better than the last time you saw her, that’s for sure. She’s always radiant, no matter what she has going on, but the sun-kissed glimmer has returned to her skin, and the gaunt fragility from her hardships has been snuffed out by delicious, enviable curves.

You’re in front of her in what feels like a few great strides, and she’s cupping your face in her hands and kissing both of your cheeks.

“I’ve missed you.” You breathe, realising, in that moment, just how much you have. She doesn’t spend as much time in Windhaven as she used to, and gods, the absence of a sincere female friend is a weighty one.

“I’ve missed you, too.” Concern fills her eyes as she studies you.

“Rhys, Az and Cass aren’t here. It’s just me—”

“I know.” She links her arm through yours. “And let’s be glad of it. I’ve had enough of males to last me a damn eternity.” She’s barely taken a few steps forward before she’s stopping and studying you again. “Roza tells me you’re having a hard time.”

Just like that, you feel yourself begin to crumble. There’s something about the concern of others that utterly obliterates the walls you try to craft around yourself.

And at the first glimpse of tears filling your eyes, Mor is tugging you along again.

“Come.” She says. “I know where the High Lord keeps his stash of booze.”

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“You don’t ever come to Windhaven anymore. Why is that?”

There’s the slightest tensing in the set of Mor’s shoulders as she returns the stopper to a decanter containing dark amber liquid. She turns, handing you a glass.

“I figured you knew.” She says. “My father is being strict about me not spending time there.”

On some level, you think you did know. It’s not hard to figure it out.

For a time, Mor was a pretty frequent member of your friendship group, visiting as often as she could — until a few years ago, when a fight broke out between Cassian and Rhys, and then Mor just stopped coming around. The matter was swept under the rug and not mentioned again. But with her father being so strict—

“Ah.” You murmur, the pieces clicking into place. “Cass, huh?”

Mor snorts softly. “Yes. Cass.” She shakes her head fondly. “Before you ask, no, I don’t have feelings for him. Not like that. It was just…a choice I made for myself. And I’ve never regretted it, even if my father is determined to make my life hell because of it. But I didn’t come here to talk about me.” Her eyes rake over you. “Tell me everything.”

So, you do. The words come spilling out of you in a flurry of shame and heartache. You tell her every damn detail and spare none. And when you’re finally done, you take a breath and wonder — not for the first time — how the fuck you’ve managed to create this situation for yourself.

Mor frowns at you. “I—” She seems genuinely speechless. “Cauldron, I thought my situation was complicated.”

You shake your head. “I’ve made such a mess of things, Mor.”

“Why haven’t you told Azriel how you feel?”

“I wanted to. Gods, I planned to. But I supposed walking in on him and Kaeda made me realise that there’s no point.”

“First of all, that’s bullshit.” She takes a seat opposite you. “Love is one of very few things that there is always a point to. Your self-loathing my try to convince you otherwise, but it’s always better to be honest and face whatever outcome than suffer in silence and wonder what would have been.”

You open your mouth, but she’s holding up a hand.

“Secondly, I don’t like the sound of this Kaeda one bit. I know almost nothing about Fenlaros, but what I do know is that she must have some sort of backing — not just that of her Camp Lord father — that gives her the ability to flounce in and out of a rival camp at her leisure without a single consequence. And that tells me she’s up to something. And that makes me nervous that it’s Azriel, of all people, that she’s attached herself to. Not that Az isn’t a total catch — of course, he is. But he’s also a very, very rare gift who always has sights set on him. I’d wager that that plays into Kaeda’s interest somewhere.”

You fall still in your seat, staring back at her.

You feel damn stupid for not seeing what she’s laid out before you with such clarity.

“You…don’t believe Kaeda’s interest in Az is genuine?” You ask. “I wondered why she was hanging around Windhaven, but I didn’t think…”

“I think she has ulterior motives.” Mor shrugs. “And if Az is in a blinding haze of lust — or even love — it’s not something he’s going to see for himself. He’ll need proof.”

“How could I possibly give him proof of something I’m not even certain about myself?”

“Perhaps you should play Kaeda at her own game. Do some sniffing around her and see what you find out. You’d only be looking out for Az, after all.”

Would you, though? You can’t deny that your feelings, your jealousy, would play a part. You should want, for Azriel’s sake, Kaeda to be genuine, whether your heart would get broken or not. But what you truly want is to show Az that—

That you’re better for him than she ever would be.

You want nothing more from or for him, than to make him happy.

You drag your lower lip between your teeth in thought. “What if it blew up in my face, though? I could just…end up making Az even more mad at me than he already is.”

“Which brings me to my third point. Why are you allowing Az to act like you’ve done anything wrong?”

“I slept with Cassian…”

“Welcome to the club. Tell me, Y/N. are you tied down to anyone?”

“Well, no—”

“Did you and Az agree to only have sexual relations with each other?”

“No—”

“Have you ever sworn off exploring such things with your other friends?”

“No, Mor.”

“Then Azriel has no right to be freezing you out the way he is. Is it messy? Yes. Have you created some tricky drama for yourself? Also yes. But he’s a damn hypocrite if he’s chastising you in one breath and jumping into bed with Kaeda in another.”

“That’s the thing, though.” Your gaze lowers to the table. “He says he hasn’t done anything with Kaeda, and I don’t think he would lie about that. I think…had I slept with anyone outside of our circle, perhaps he wouldn’t have cared. But it being Cassian is just…a bit too close to home for him. Especially given that Az and I were doing things, too.”

The gorgeous blonde rolls her eyes. “So, it’s an ego thing. Give me a break. If he didn’t want you to sleep with anybody else, he should have communicated that. You both should have communicated better.” A soft sigh leaves her. “Listen…Az will sulk for a little while, because that’s just what males do. He clearly has things he needs to work through, and when he has, you should talk. But in the meantime, perhaps you should try to find some more out about Kaeda and her intentions — for no other reason than that Azriel is your closest friend and you’re looking out for him. Perhaps being in Velaris is a blessing in disguise — I’m sure the High Lord could tell you a thing or two about the Fenlaros lot, if you ask nicely.”

So wise, so brilliant, is Mor. A female with such a good head on her shoulders, despite an environment that tries to wreck her.

She just…rationalises things, in a way that you’re not able to. And you hadn’t even considered talking to the High Lord.

You take a slow, pensive draw from your glass as you think on it. And then you’re deciding, “Perhaps I will speak with the High Lord. There’s nothing wrong with showing an interest in a rival camp, after all.”

“No.” Mor flashes a feral grin. “There is not.”

Perhaps it’s selfish, something felt at Azriel’s expense — but setting yourself a little task like this is precisely what you need.

You’ve wondered for a while what the hell Kaeda is doing in Windhaven. You’re determined to find out, one way or another.

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Rhysand is balls deep and utterly lost in the male beneath him.

The noises that fill the room are sinful.

Midnight-kissed moans and panting as breathy and ethereal as a winter-chilled breeze.

This has been a long time coming, and Rhys is just so glad, in that moment, that he finally gets to be inside Zakai, that he thrusts deep and captures him in a full kiss. Zakai growls and grabs his ass, encouraging those thrusts.

Honestly? Rhys fucking needs this pleasure. Never did he think he’d actually be glad to get away to his room at the dormitories, but he needs a godsdamned break. Cassian’s sulking at the cottage has become unbearable since Roza swept Y/N off to Velaris.

If Cass and Az don’t sort their shit out soon, Rhys might just launch them off the peak of the nearest mountain.

Of course, they’d probably fight each other suspended in thin air, instead.

But he banishes those thoughts and gives himself entirely to Zakai, reaching down to fist at the pretty male’s cock. Neither of them will last long. This sex has been too highly anticipated, and it feels too good, and—

And the door is practically kicked in behind them. Azriel strides in as if it’s his fucking room.

“Get out, Az.” Rhys snarls, not faltering.

Az does not, in fact, get out. “Is it true Roza has taken Y/N to Ve—”

“For fuck’s sake.” He pulls out of Zakai with complete reluctance, grabbing clothes to cover them both. Zakai exhales a long sigh and tips his head back.

“Well?” Az demands. “Is it true?”

Rhys yanks some undershorts on. “Three days ago. You’d have found out sooner if you’d just quit your sulking and talk to us.”

“Why has she gone there?”

Zakai clears his throat, awkwardly shucking his clothes on. “Perhaps I should go…”

“No.” Rhys says.

But Az counters it with a dismissive, “Yes.”

The poor male stares between the two of them, and while he may have just been lying beneath the future High Lord, he doesn’t feel like getting in the way of a temperamental shadowsinger.

Rhys releases a yielding breath and grits his teeth. “Fine. I’ll catch up with you later, Zak.”

That’s all it takes for his pretty lover to leave, sex now a distant memory. Azriel shuts the door behind him.

“So?” He rounds on Rhys. “Why is Y/N in Velaris?”

Rhys rolls his eyes at his tone. It’s not exactly any use for Az to be frantic now. Bit too late for that, he thinks.

“Because she needed a break from this place. From you and Cass and Kaeda.”

“I told Y/N that Kaeda and I have not done anything.”

“And maybe you haven’t, Azriel. That’s your business entirely.” He throws himself onto the bed. “But have you stopped for five fucking seconds, amidst your brooding and self-pitying, to consider how it might have made Y/N feel to be the practice run?”

Azriel goes preternaturally still. Doesn’t know what to say.

And that’s fine, Rhys reckons, because he’s nowhere near fucking finished.

“You explored that intimacy with her under the pretence that you were merely refining those skills for another female’s benefit.” He continues. “Whether it was initially Y/N’s idea or not, you should have recognised right away that she deserves better than that. And then you had the absolute fucking audacity to get mad at her for sleeping with Cassian, at the same time she would naturally assume you were sleeping with Kaeda, when you actually have no right to be angry. So what if she slept with Cass? So what, Azriel, that she fell into the arms of somebody who actually made her feel chosen, and not like she was just a stepping stone to a greater pleasure?”

Silence.

Stunned, heavy silence.

This room is far too small for such strong, impassioned words. They hang threateningly in the air, and Azriel feels like he’s watching them fly towards him in slow motion like poison arrows closing in on their target.

And then the shadowsinger croaks, finally, “It’s not—like that. I never wanted it to be like that.”

Rhys shrugs. “I’m not sure you even know what you intended, Az. The whole thing is one big mess. I mean…why haven’t you had sex with Kaeda, if that’s what you were practicing for? Do you even like her?”

Az says nothing.

The lack of an answer is precisely what Rhys is expecting. Even makes his lips kick up into a smile.

He thinks he’s pretty damn wise, does Rhysand.

“I’ll wager,” he goes on, eyeing Az knowingly, “that the practice wasn’t about Kaeda at all. Perhaps it was, the very first time Y/N offered.” He rests his hands behind his head. “But then something happened between the two of you — perhaps a kiss, maybe even some touching, and you were struck down by a realisation that the rest of us saw coming years ago. That what exists between you and Y/N goes beyond friendship. What you have is something special. And getting a little taster of that under the ruse of practice sent you on a downward spiral. So many emotions. So much angst. Suddenly, you were acting irrationally, getting into fights. Not over Kaeda, no, but over Y/N. Seeing her with other males makes you feel sick to your stomach. And that is why you’re so angry with Cassian. Because he had sex with Y/N, and you want her, not Kaeda. You love her.”

Well.

Azriel may as well be standing there stark naked, for all Rhys has stripped him bare.

He feels like his skin has been peeled from his bones and a patchwork of ugly truths lies in its place. He wouldn’t be overly surprised to glance down and see writing covering every inch of his body in bold, alarming ink that reads: I AM IN LOVE WITH Y/N. I AM JEALOUS AND ARROGANT AND SELFISH. I AM SCARED.

He tries to swallow down the lump in his throat. It doesn’t budge. “I never meant to make her feel like that.” He damn near wheezes, the words punching their way out of his lungs.

Rhys softens a little. “We know that, Az. But as long as you try to run from your feelings, you’ll be kicking dirt up at the people behind you.”

“I don’t…don’t know what to do — about anything.”

“You just need to stop trying to fool yourself. You need to make use of your space from Y/N and figure out what, exactly, it is you want, and what, exactly, you’re going to do about it. You need to accept that mistakes have been made all round, but not one of them is unable to be fixed. And you should start by mending things with Cassian.”

On instinct, Az scowls. He may know Rhys is right — and damn him for it, too — but he still can’t help being angry at Cass. The thought of his hands on Y/N—

“Wipe that look off your face, Azriel.” Rhys says drily. “You both know you miss each other, and you’re just as miserable as one another because of it. I’m not saying you should fix it today or even tomorrow — take your time to brood, if you like — but something has to give eventually. And if you won’t fix things for your sakes, do it for mine. Perhaps then I’ll be able to fuck Zakai and actually finish.”

This — these glimmers of wisdom and authority and reason — are like a little window into what Rhysand will one day be like as High Lord of the Night Court.

Azriel is glad of his friendship, his counsel. Even if he’s not quite ready to act on the advice yet.

“It’ll all be alright, Az.” Rhys says, studying him. The shadowsinger looks…lost. “But you should take the time to work things out before Y/N returns to Windhaven. She doesn’t need any more drama, and neither do you.”

Right again, of course.

Az can only manage to clear his throat and nod, before rasping out a quiet, “I will. Thank you.”

Rhys dips his chin. “I do love you, you know. I wouldn’t put sex aside for a conversation with just anyone.”

His answering smile is unconvincing. “I love you, too.”

“And you love Cass. So don’t wait too long to talk to him.”

Azriel inclines his chin. “Sorry for interrupting.”

“I’ll forgive you this time.”

The shadowsinger shoots him one last look that says far more than he can articulate in that moment. And then he’s slipping out of the room.

And as he walks away, he can’t stop his thoughts from venturing to Fenlaros.

To how lost he would be without Rhys — and Cass, too — if he really did leave them behind.

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Roza is so godsdamned beautiful.

You can’t help feeling a little awestruck as you stand behind her, gently combing a brush through her night-black hair.

She stares into the mirror of her dressing table, her face a sheet of serene beauty. Through her nightgown, the swell of her bump shows proudly.

She seems pensive tonight, quieter than usual. Every few seconds, your gaze creeps to her reflection. Curiosity gets the better of you.

“Can I ask you something?” You part the strands of her hair, beginning to tie them into a braid.

Roza’s eyes lift to yours. “Of course, my love.”

It takes you a long moment to work out how, exactly, to diplomatically word what you’re thinking. You imagine it might be a touchy subject.

“…You and the High Lord….” You chew the inside of your cheek. “You’re not…not quite what I expected — together, I mean.”

You’ve never seen a mating bond up close, but you’ve read about them enough to know that they should be intense, passionate, a love that is so altering that it’s almost gut-wrenching. You expected to catch a glimpse of that with Roza and Finadar, to see a bond that you may never have the honour of experiencing yourself, for how rare it supposedly is.

What you didn’t expect was the huge distance that exists between them. Not a single person could miss it.

There’s no desperation to see each other, be in one another’s company. They sleep in their own quarters of the house and only seem to come together for public appearances. The whole thing is…bizarre.

Roza smiles wryly at you in the mirror. “You mean, you didn’t expect the High Lord and I to be as separated as we are?”

“I just figured…with a mating bond…”

“A lot of weight is placed on a mating bond, little dove.” She swivels on the stool to face you properly. “I had the same thought as you, when I was younger. Fin and I tried to love one another, but…the fact of the matter is that mating bonds aren’t always right. He and I are so different, and sometimes that can be a beautiful thing. But in our case, it certainly is not.”

Your eyes fall down to her bump. “But the babe…”

“This babe was conceived on a heat-of-the-moment, impulsive whim that shouldn’t have happened. Not that I regret it.” Her hand strokes over her bump. “But sex and love are two very different things. Fin and I do not love each other. I’m only in Velaris because he only trusts his healer to see me through this pregnancy. We are mates in the loosest definition, but we are not committed to each other. And he has no problem reminding me of that, with all the females he invites to his bed as though I’m not in the same damn house as him. He’s an arrogant, salacious lech — but he’s also the father of my children, and my High Lord, too. So I choose not to confront it, because I don’t care enough to. The babe and I will be back in Windhaven soon enough.”

It makes your heart ache, makes you feel sick, to think that Roza is on the receiving end of such treatment. She deserves better. Deserves the world. Someone who will worship her like the goddess she damn well is.

It terrifies you to think that…that you could just as easily find yourself trapped in such a dire situation.

“What worries you?” Her violet eyes are soft, warm, as she reaches up and presses a hand to your cheek.

You place the hairbrush down, leaning against the dressing table. Your hand finds hers with a sad desperation. “Is love doomed, Roza? Is it real? If a mating bond can’t hold up, what hope do I have—”

“You have all the hope, dove. And as you should. You will love, and you will be loved. You just need to have the courage to face it and all that it comes with. Fin and I are a bad match. But there’s no reason to believe you’ll see the same fate. So just…don’t give up. Be brave and love.”

Tears blur your eyes as you stare down at her. You can’t stop yourself from moving your joined hands, both yours and hers, to rest on her bump. “This babe is the luckiest child in the entire world to have you for their mother.” You whisper. “And I will be honoured, Roza, to help you in any way I can when they’re born.”

She lifts your hand to her lips and presses a kiss to the back of your palm. “And I will be honoured to have you by my side.” She cracks a smile. “Perhaps you can start with making me some ginger tea before bed.”

A soft, breathy laugh leaves you. “Of course.”

Her beautiful smile follows you out of the room and into the dark, empty hallways. You feel strangely at peace tonight, more so than you have for a long while. Most likely thanks to Mor’s pep talk.

But after you’re done in the kitchen, a steaming cup of ginger tea clutched in your hands, a pair of booming male voices reach you from the antechamber. It piques your interest at once.

One voice is certainly that of the High Lord, but the other sounds somewhat familiar, too — like it’s one you’ve heard before, but not enough to place who it belongs to. It’s a dangerous, gruff baritone of a voice that seems almost impossibly deep.

You should mind your business, walk away…but it seems strange for the High Lord to receive a guest so late at night. Seems…clandestine, in nature.

And so you stay light on your feet, inching towards the door and peering through to the giant, opulent antechamber.

And that’s when you see the High Lord leading Tathaln Baralas, Kaeda’s father, in the direction of his study.

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[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Doctor Who, but Chronologically: 55

Look, a sensible two-parter! We immediately get resolution. Not like that weird Pandorica one that made us wait like 50 episodes. But surely, this cannot be an issue with our very sensible watch order, of course.

Anyway, last we saw, there were three Scenes of Ongoing Peril, to whit:

Jackie being menaced by a Slitheen in her kitchen

Rose and Harriet Jones and Unnamed Secretary Man being menaced by a Slitheen in Downing Street

The Doctor being electrocuted by an ID card while being menaced by two Slitheen in Downing Street

So! How will this resolve??!

Well, turns out the answer is "in typically Eccleston fashion" - he pulls off the ID card, which cannot kill Time Lords, and shoves it onto the weird BDSM collar that the Slitheen in his room is wearing, which electrocutes every Slitheen everywhere, and THEN he calls in a whole group of men with guns to shoot them in case it hasn't fully killed them. Which, you know. It hasn't. And doesn't work, because this is a family show. But man, this incarnation of the Doctor has zero chill, doesn't he? Capaldi is so designer edgy by comparison. Capaldi's all "Oh let me give a coy look to the camera to suggest I might have pushed an android man who was trying to kill me off a hot air balloon" and Eccleston's like "I will on-screen burn you within an inch of your life and shoot you the rest of the way without nuance."

Plot-wise, it's all fairly simple, anyway (albeit a thinly-veiled metaphor for the Iraq War, complete with WMD). Mickey shows up to save Jackie, and they go back to his flat to hide. Rose and Harriet escape after Unnamed Secretary Man is killed, and reunite with the Doctor. It emerges that "Slitheen" is actually a surname - these are space grifters who are trying to get the Earth to start a nuclear war with itself to destroy the planet, so they can sell Irradiated Earth Chunks as cut-price space diesel. Once the Doctor, Rose and Harriet have safely ensconced themselves in the Downing Street panic room, they call Jackie and Mickey on what emerges is Rose's souped up space magic phone (wonder when she gets that?), and ultimately get Mickey to hack the Royal Navy and fire a missile at Downing Street to KILL THE SLITHEEN (he really is a no-nuance kinda guy), which... does actually work. Rose makes the Doctor and Harriet hide in a cupboard, so between that and the panic room shielding, they survive. That's the plot.

LOT OF STORY THOUGH. It's mostly about Jackie's ongoing struggles with accepting Rose and the Doctor, but there's other stuff too. In particular, god, this is still a version of the Doctor that is bleeding PTSD everywhere, in both poignant and uncomfortable ways; once in the panic room, he asks Harriet what Unnamed Secretary Man's name was.

"I don't know," says Harriet tiredly. "I brought him a coffee. I never asked his name."

And the Doctor lays his Unnamed Secretary Hand over his Unnamed Secretary Chest, and quietly says to him, "Sorry."

Which is a staggeringly huge difference between how he acted two episodes ago when Mickey was thought dead, and Rose chided him for getting Mickey's name wrong. You can really feel that time has passed for him, and Rose's influence is starting to wear off on him.

And then, of course, Jackie's Slitheen, once recovered from the BDSM shock collar gone wrong, chases after her, and after a quick roundtable discussion with Rose and Harriet the Doctor works out the physical composition of the Slitheen and instructs Jackie to melt it with vinegar. Which she does. And it explodes. He really, really gives no fucks. Capaldi wishes.

Also! Development in the Doctor/Mickey relationship!

We actually first met Mickey ages ago on a pre-revolutionary French spaceship, an episode that did basically nothing with either companion because it was written by Steven Moffat; there, he was a bit of a gentle action himbo. Then we met him in Rose's joining story, where he was completely fucking useless in every way, and the Doctor... well, Did Not Warm To Him. This continued into last episode, where Mickey had spent a year being suspected of Rose's death, and was justifiably narked.

But in THIS episode, we start with the Doctor deliberately getting his name wrong and calling him an idiot, and then by the end they've settled into a mutual reluctant respect with correct names, and the Doctor...

... actually offers Mickey the chance to join Team TARDIS.

And Mickey says no!!! This is not where he joins!!! Fascinating. I wonder when that will happen?

Let's see, what else, what else... Oh, so, turns out Harriet Jones is destined to be Prime Minister of a golden age, that's fun. Jackie offers to make everyone shepherd's pie, but the Doctor firmly tells Rose that he "doesn't do that", and tells her she can either stay and have dinner or come with him to fun adventures, which... as I say. Uncomfortable PTSD symptoms. One can't help but remember Donna's "Listen mate, I don't know what sort of kids you've been travelling with, but you're not telling ME to shut up" as Rose meekly goes and packs her stuff without argument. I strongly suspect Donna would on many occasions have staved Eccleston's skull in with the sexy lamp companions so often are; an argument which is slightly unfair in this context because Rose was actually super useful in this episode, but bois bach a mawr that is not a good moment. It leads to Camille Coduri, for the second time, managing a genuinely good line delivery, though - she goes into Rose's room to find her packing to leave again, and quietly says "Don't go, sweetheart. Please don't go." She delivers it with so much heartfelt sorrow and longing and it's so so good.

Oh, and the Doctor gives Mickey a CD-ROM with a virus that will wipe out all mention of him from the internet. This is interesting, because if we have learned anything over the past three episodes, it's that he's actually quite hard to google. But alright. Hope that works :)

Overall... not a bad episode, actually, I liked it more than I did back in 2005. I did notice that there are actually some great lines, but the direction is so weirdly cartoony that it's easy to miss them. Also while I have my issues with the Slitheen design, the costumes themselves are very good, and the twenty-year-old CGI is only slightly worse than the stuff Disney is churning out in the modern day.

ANYWAY PLOT THREADS LET'S GO no answers, I don't think. A few minor questions, like when Rose gets the space phone. Hope it won't take too many episodes to get answers :)

“She” (an unknown person) is returning (Suspects: River, Missy, Me, Clara)

There is something on Donna’s back

An entire planet, Pyrovilia, just… disappeared, somehow. (Maybe because the TARDIS is exploding??? Saturnine was also lost, and that WAS because of the TARDIS exploding. The lion man’s planet was also lost but he was a bit of a knob about it if I’m honest. The Thijarian planet was destroyed by some sort of impact). Is this the Flux?

The TARDIS is sort of melting because it’s corrupted, but it’s fine again. NOPE, back to not working.

The Doctor has employed(?) Nardole

(And Nardole was “reassembled???” Nardole had glass nipples and invisible hair?? He used to be blue, and could apparently go back to it??? He’s some sort of helplessly criminal con-artist??? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE)

There’s an immortal Viking girl now. Her name is Me and she’s now looking after the people the Doctor abandons

Why was Rory entirely unconcerned by the entire world suddenly going silent when that is Not Normal and should have been, at the very least, extremely disconcerting?

What did the Doctor do to Queen Lizzie One?

Why is Amy seeing a one-eyed woman in a vanishing window? (She’s with the Silents, but we don’t know why Amy saw her)

Why is Amy’s pregnancy inconclusive? (Maybe because the baby had Time Lord DNA?) She’s deffo pregnant and the baby becomes River, but why inconclusive?

Who is Sarah-Jane Smith?

How is the Doctor Bill’s teacher and why/where does he have an office?

What is going on with the Cyber War and the Cyberium???

What happened with the Other Cyber War? Were either of these Cyber wars affected by the Doctor blowing them up with Nemesis?

What happened with the Third War that deleted the void?

Why does Rose seem particularly important?

What order do these Doctors go in? (Eccleston, Tennant, uncertain, Smith, Capaldi, Whittaker)

Which companion just… forgot the Doctor, and how?

Yaz and Vinder are about to die as Mori/Mwri/Muuri (Not anymore, somehow)

There is a Lupari shield around Earth.

What’s a Time War? Did this destroy the Doctor’s planet and/or family? Did this destroy the Auton world?

What’s the Rift?

What’s Bad Wolf? Gwyneth saw “the Big Bad Wolf” in Rose’s mind, and it was on a 1987 poster as graffiti. It was graffiti on the TARDIS

In which war did the Doctor become a war criminal, and how?

Is Rory plastic or not? Yeah, must be, he couldn’t possibly remember being plastic otherwise

Why is the Doctor sulking on a cloud?

How exactly does the Doctor have a cloud?

What exactly happened with Strax to, uh, tame him?

Which friend killed Strax?

Which friend brought Strax back?

Where did this lesbian lizard and human couple come from?

What happened with Clara as Souffle Girl and the Daleks?

How does Clara actually join?

Why so many Claras? A psychic midwife says she’s just normal human

Why is Missy apparently in robo-heaven? Is this because she’s now dead?

Why is probably!Missy pushing Clara and the Doctor together?

What is Trensilor and what happened there?

Who is Handles?

The Doctor is about to be dissolved by a beautiful geode man

The universe is being crushed by the Flux

Will the Doctor open the fobwatch? Is it actually just a pager?

Sontarans are invading Earth again

Who is Kate?

Who is Osgood? Another name of Clara’s again?

The fuck is the deal with the Grand Serpent

Does Martha get to go to an ice cream planet with 12-fingered massage aliens?

How did the Doctor forget Clara?

Who is Bill’s puddle girlfriend Heather? This is presumably the star-eyed water faerie

How did Nardole die?

When does the Doctor shrink and enter a Dalek called Rusty?

Whittaker is falling to her death rn

Was that ring relevant?

Does anyone know the Doctor’s name? Missy says it’s “Who”

When did Yaz talk to Dan about fancying the Doctor?

When did Dan talk to the Doctor about fancying Yaz?

What’s happening with the bees?

What happened with Donna’s ex and a giant spider?

What war wiped out the Daleks, and is it one of the ones already mentioned?

What did the Doctor mean when he said “The (Daleks) always live, while I lose everything?”

If Dalek Caan is the last Dalek left why are there more now?

How did the rest of the Time Lords die?

How and why did Amy melt?

What’s the question that will make silence fall?

Why do the Silents… want silence to fall?

How and why are Silents at war with the Doctor when he… hasn’t even heard of them?

How does Hitler get out of the cupboard?

What’s the significance of fish fingers and custard?

Why does the Doctor feel guilt about Rose, Martha and Donna?

What happened with the space whale?

How does the Doctor survive River? He doesn’t, apparently

How does he erase himself from history

Did Captain Jack lose his memories to the same people as the Doctor? What did he lose?

When did the Doctor send the Daleks into a void to save the universe?

Why do Amy and Rory think the Doctor is dead? Is it because of River as an astronaut?

Is Matt Smith’s Doctor a tree racist?

Why is the beautiful geode woman stealing people into a Passenger form?

River says she’ll die one day when the Doctor doesn’t remember her, let’s hope she doesn’t mean it

Why doesn’t the TARDIS like Clara?

When was the Master Prime Minister?

How do Amy and Rory rejoin the Doctor given that they haven’t died yet in 1950s Manhattan?

Looking forward patiently to the year Five Billion :)

When does Mickey join?

When does Rose get her space phone?

I hope Harriet is a good and long-reigning Prime Minister :)

[gr4c3fu111]

Perfect. | Yang Jeongin x fem!reader

#—;; summary: boy bsf!jeongin x girl bsf!reader when your best friend dyes his hair yet again, something about it is just.. ethereal. You cant help the fact you want be more than just best friends anymore.

#—;; word count: 1k

#—;; warnings: complete fluff (and some crack)

#—;; a/n: ok so i wrote this like 3 months ago and never finished it i lowkey hate it im sorry but i need to be alive again. (I also take requests!!!)

You walked into the boys dorm, carrying two stacked cardboard-cup holders of coffee in each hand.

You loved them. And you loved hanging out with the whole group but lord were they expensive all together.

Upon opening the door and stepping in, you slipped your shoes off.

Raising your arms in the air making the cups visible to the group—everyone cheered upon your arrival, knowing what was to come when you showed

You got all of their favorites, which was memorised at this point by the amount of times youve done this.

“Hi guys!! Good morrrr..noon?” You questioned the mid-time frame, peaking round the corner as you earned a couple giggles around.

“Close enough y/n!” Bangchan stated, who was slung across the loveseat watching whatever soccer game was on the tv.

“WAIT Y/N IS HERE?” Han said, his head whipping around to see you. “Oh hey!!” His bright smile and wave greeted you

You set the cups on the kitchen counter as everyone flocked while you set yours to the side while you traveled to sit next to… ..Jeongin-?

“Wait Innie-?” You had to take a double take at the cutest boy sat next to you.

He smiled his sweet smile before giggling “Hi y/n—“ in his awkward tone.

You ran your fingers through his hair, mouth agape.

“Oh my gosh!! Its so cuteeee” cooing, while messing up his oreo-colored hair.

“Thank you noona..” he grinned, complying to your touch.

Seungmin peeped over and frowned. “I didnt get THAT reaction when i dyed my hair.” He huffed

“yeah well, youre not Jeongin.” In a blank stare, you retorted back teasingly.

Jeongin was always your “favorite” of the group, always your first. You asked him to hangout first, what he wanted first, etc. You cared about him, ..maybe a little to much.

Anytime anything got too real between you two, both parties dismissed it and moved on

You couldnt take your fingers out of his hair. Not being able to tell why, but this hair color.. it just..

A switch flipped inside of you.

You tried to supress this erruption further— or at least for just a tad longer but your mind just couldnt stop.

Jeongin took your wrists in his hands, signaling you to back off, but you were dazed.

Have his hands always been this big?

You looked in his eyes. Has he always been this handsome..? Where did that baby face of his go?

Were his eyes always this captivating??

He waved his hand (that was holding yours) infront of your face.

“I didnt know my color change would mess you up that bad, what am i ugly now or something?” His dimples peaked out, as he giggled at your dumb-found expression.

Quite the OPPOSITE.

“..Excuse me?” innie’s eyes widened, gripping your wrists tighter.

“Hm-?” You squinted, in hopes of him just ignoring what you stupidly let slip accident.

You took a deep breath and snapped out of yourself, breaking eye contact.

“Youre just so…” trailing off.

You always knew he was hot, but god something about his hair. It just accentuated everything about him.

“So…?” he questioned, starting to actually become concerned. Did you actually not like his hair?

He stared into your eyes, waiting for your response before Chan interupted.

“hey, whats going on over there?” He said suspiciously, everyones attention on the two facing eachother, the distance between them short.

You backed up, attempting to rip your hands from Jeongins grip, but he wouldnt let go.

“noth-“

“y/n just really likes my hair!” he said innocently, but everyone gave knowing looks.

Your face turned a bright pink color as jeongin finally let go of you.

“Ahhh yeah, she just likes your hair.” Jisung spoke adding air quotations.

You rolled your eyes and stood up to go grab your forgotten coffee on the counter across the dorm.

You picked your cup up, spinning on your heels just to see jeongins strong stance behind you.

“What was that about noona?” With genuine concern and innocence in his voice, yet his body language and face said otherwise. He stationed his hands on either side of you on the counter.

You just looked at him with lips parted, the cup almost slipping out of your hands.

“Are you feeling alright?” He teased, tucking the hair in your face behind your ear, trailing his fingers down your jaw.

“No Jeongin. Im not.” You huffed, trying to pull your eyes from him, but as if you were chained, you just couldnt leave.

Your response caught him off gaurd, he let out a soft chuckle while waiting for you to continue, because he knew how much you hated being asked if you were ‘okay’ when you obviously werent.

“Youre so perfect— i cant believe im confessing this right now but god youre so handsome. Your hair is so pretty and i cant believe you hadnt seen the signs sooner—“ was all you got out of your (potentially long) rant with his lips locked onto yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut, as your hands found their way to his chest.

“What was that.” In an attempt to deny what just happened, you were waiting for him to friendzone you.

“I kissed you. Because you’re so pretty. and i HAVE seen the signs. Everyone but you had, y/n” He flashed you the sweetest upside-down smile you had ever seen.

“I just- i didnt want to lose my best friend..” His hand caressed your cheek comfortingly as he pulled you in for a hug.

Your head rested on his chest as he kissed your forehead. “How bout we talk about this over dinner tomorrow night, yeah? To much action for that to happen today” He said pulled back and giggling.

You smiled brightly back before leaning up to leave a peck on his lips. “Thank you innie.”

And with that, you both lead yourselves back to the rest if the group, i.n slinging his arm across your shoulders as everyone cheered.

“Did it happen?!” Chan exclaimed

You both nodded and more cheers errupted from the other 7 of them.

“KISS. KISS RIGHT NOW” Felix yelped, a little to excited.

You looked at him and shrugged, leaving a peck on his lips.

Everything felt at ease now, everyone hyped for the both of you and the burden being lifted off of your shoulders. You loved your bestfriend.

[weasleyreidstyles]

a game of wizards chess on a rainy day

~∞~ i've never written for enzo before but my mutuals (love you all🫶🏼) have slowly been turning me into an enzo girlie 🤭🤭 this if for week three of @thatdammchickennugget's hogmarch challenge!!

pairing: enzo berkshire x fem!slytherin reader, platonic mattheo riddle x reader

prompt: wizards chess/"you filthy cheater, we go again!"

warning(s): none its all fluff!!!

The weekend's rainy weather brought with it a sense of serenity and peace as it swept across the Scottish highlands like a flurrying storm. The castle grounds were barren of people, everyone making the unanimous decision to avoid the heavy downpour that had steadily been building in a crescendo all week. The corridors were even emptier, avoided by those who wanted to escape the cold, only the odd person running late to a detention, or for a quick stop in the kitchens, could be seen or heard amongst the chattering painting and silently gliding ghosts.

The common rooms however, were teeming with students, from all year groups. In the Slytherin common room, you and your friends had been some of the lucky few to snag a small grouping of pleated seats, right beside a roaring fire. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that one of said friends was the feared Dark Lord's son, but either way, you were grateful that you could relax by the fire for a few hours, soaking up what little warmth the dungeons could provide in such miserable weather conditions.

Except that you feel anything but relaxed right now. You had somehow found yourself sitting across the small coffee table from Enzo, a fierce game of wizards chess playing out between the two of you. It was common knowledge, between you and your friends, that you absolutely sucked at it, but that didn't stop you from trying, and failing, to beat Enzo at his own favoured game.

You jumped back on your haunches as his bishop savagely destroyed one of your lone pawns and gaped as he jumped up and cheered at his small victory, ignoring the way students around him violently shushed him with scowling faces. Your friends, who only paid sporadic attention to the pair of you, smirked as Enzo sneakily glanced your way, to watch how your face would scrunch in barely restrained irritation.

"And he strikes again!" He says with a cheer, that has Draco glaring at him from over his Potions homework with narrowed eyes. Enzo vehemently ignores him in favour of watching the way your face shifts between a million and one emotions in a split second. "I'm like two moves away from checkmate, sweetheart. Are you sure you can handle losing, again?"

The way he's smirking at you, with mirth painting his face, those brilliantly vibrant eyes of his shining as he stares across the table at you, has a blush fighting it's way up your neck. You scowl at him, menacingly.

"No one likes a show off, Berkshire." You snap, as you move your last remaining rook to take his knight. When Mattheo and Theo snicker from behind you, you turn and rapidly send a glare worthy of one of their own that has them covering their faces to try and hide their laughter from you. Even Draco, who'd been more withdrawn lately, had let out a quiet chuckle.

Sorry love. Mattheo says to you wordlessly and you narrow your glare, solely, on him. But you're not doing a very good job at this.

"Well there's no need to laugh at my misfortune, Matt." You reply and he smirks as he watches the way Enzo looks questioningly between you and him, before he moves another one of his pieces, putting you in checkmate.

You turn towards the table again as you hear the sound of shattering porcelain, watching as your rook is destroyed by his queen, which is now somehow in line with your king piece. You search the board for somewhere you can go, and come up agonisingly empty. You gape at the smug boy across from you.

"You filthy cheater!" You accuse and Enzo sends you a smirk that could bring you to your knees at anytime of the day.

"I did no such thing, sweetheart." He says, but the mischief shining in his russett eyes makes you believe otherwise. "Maybe you should pay attention next time."

His words ignite a challenge within you and you steel yourself as the pair of you become locked into a heated staring contest. In your peripheral, you watch as your friends whisper conspicuously between each other, but you pay them no mind.

Huffing you use your wand to fix and rearrange the pieces to their original positions.

"We go again!" You say resolutely, kneeling closer to the table, as if it would somehow make your wizards chess abilities rise to the surface. But you knew that it was wishful thinking.

Ready to lose again, sweetheart? Enzo speaks to you wordlessly, and your glare intensifies at the way his voice lowers a decibel or two, making it a low rasp in your head. I promise I'll go easy on you. He's smirking to himself as he moves the first piece.

And the cycle continues for another hour, until Blaise lets out an aggrieved sigh and takes your place. You sit beside Pansy huffing as you cross your arms over your chest, casting a look of contempt at Enzo, who does a terrible job of hiding his smug face. After half an hour, their game is a close one, and Blaise only just beats Enzo with a move of pure luck.

The latter comes to sit beside you after that, the game becoming abandoned on the table, an arm reaching across the back of the sofa, hand tracing featherlight patterns against your jumper covered shoulder. He's staring at the side of your face, tracing the way your hair falls in rippling waves as you tilt your head in favour of engrossing yourself in a book instead of focusing on him.

"Still bitter that I won, sweetheart?" He murmurs, leaning in close so that his lips brush the shell of your ear.

The twitch of your lip is the only thing that gives away that you hear him, but you choose to ingore him in favour of finishing the chapter, or at least you try to.

Since Enzo had sat down, you'd read the same sentence at least five times now. He pokes your shoulder with the hand that had been previously caressing it and you turn to him, breath hitching imperceptibly when you realise just how close he is to you.

"I'm only bitter because you cheated. I could've won fair and square." You say, your lips falling into a pout that Enzo desperately wants to kiss away.

"I'm no cheater." He says with enough self assurance that you might be inclined to believe him. "You were the one who turned away from the game."

"Only because Matt distracted me!" You retort, your face moving closer to his on your own accord.

"Perhaps I should put you out of your misery and teach you how to play." He whispers. The tension building between the two of you could be severed by a knife with how palpable the charged atmosphere is.

Said knife appears in the form of Theodore's hushed voice, which sounds fed up as much as it is amused.

"For Salazar's sake, please put us all out of the fucking misery of witnessing this and kiss." It was meant to be a muttered statement between himself and your other friends, but it reaches you nonetheless, causing you to recoil from the close proximity to Enzo, covering your reddening cheeks with your hands.

Enzo doesn't bother to remove his arm from where it practically cradles you into him as he scowls at his best friend. But when you don't move away from his touch, he thanks any god he can think of that you don't shy away from him.

The rest of the afternoon is spent in content silence as you and your friends bask in the murky green glow of the lake, warmed only by the heat of the fire. But you feel heated for a whole other reason, because Enzo's arm is yet to be unwound from your shoulder as you busy yourself with burrowing into his body heat, the position cosy enough for you to settle into finishing your book, and eventually even lulling you to sleep.

Enzo stares down at you with a smile as your book falls limply into his lap. He gingerly picks it up and slides the bookmark, that you'd left on the coffee table, into place before gently putting it on the floor beside your bag. He brings your body closer to his and marvels at the way you instinctively nuzzle your face into his chest, relaxed by the steady beat of his pounding heart.

He places a barely there kiss to the crown of you head and he swears he sees the ghost of a smile gracing your pretty lips.

One day. He'd confess to you one day.

And by the twin looks that he spies on Matt and Theo's faces, that day may come sooner than either of you may think.

~∞~

A little bonus scene:

"I don't understand how the two of them are so oblivious." Pansy says quietly as she watches the way you berate Enzo with no mutinous ammunition behind your words. "They're so obviously in love with eachother."

"Well they are idiots, bella." Theo says with a laugh. "It'll take it being spelled out for them to realise it."

"We cannot meddle with their love lives." Blaise counters, although his glimmering eyes give away that he wants to do exactly that. Draco looks like he agrees.

"Oh come on, B!" Mattheo retorts, a devilish look overtaking his features. "Where's the fun in that?"

"I'll bet twenty galleons that you can't get them to admit it by the end of the month." Pansy offers with a feline smirk and Mattheo's eyes light up in challenge.

"You have yourself a bet, love. Prepared to lose?" He smirks at his friend who only winks back at him before she settles into Theo's side.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that." She says and they all turn to watch the way Enzo blatently stares at you, eternal love shining in his russett eyes. "Enzo's looks like he's about to burst with it."

[three-realms-archive]

Unhinged™

(inspired by this post by @leniisreallycool. the pure madness of obey me is the reason why I typically write chaotically-comedic slice-of-life scenarios; because i can honestly write these guys doing the stupidest things and argue that it might as well be canon, these dorks. anime canon, tho. the anime is just another beast of its own to the game ahahaha.)

(so while this may not be anime canon-level obey me content, i hope it comes close. if they’ve actually done any of these and i just haven’t experienced it in-game yet, let me know! it only proves my point.)

There was a time when Solomon brought an extremely-long baguette everywhere with him, insisting it was his magic wand. Even as the days turned to weeks, and the bread crust turned to mould, Solomon would still carry it around everywhere; unbothered by the rancid smell and waving it like a idol group light-stick whenever he spoke an incantation. Then, one day, he showed up at RAD with sandwiches to share. Sandwiches… with suspiciously green and white bread. Turns out, this whole thing was Solomon’s interpretation of dry-aging.

Belphegor and Asmodeus have an ongoing vlog series on Deviltube called ‘Beauty Sleep’. They go somewhere trendy, find some inappropriate place for Belphie to sleep, and Asmo takes some #aesthetic shots whilst timing how long Belphie can nap before being kicked out. It’s incredibly popular and sometimes features cameos from the exchange students and the other Avatars of Sin. Once, a subscriber milestone came with a special surprise: a live-streamed episode of Beauty Sleep in the Demon Lord’s Castle! They never got caught, because Diavolo was busy watching the livestream in his room - too invested to realise it was his own house.

The dining table in the main room of the House of Lamentation has its own fandom on the DevilNet. There are multiple fansites speculating the exact materials used to make it; the exact number of fasteners it uses; and, most especially, its exact length. There are posts, blogs and entire DevilTube deep-dive videos centred around the mystery of how long the table is. This is because, in every piece of media involving the table, it appears a different length despite the decorations and location remaining the same. What the Devildom doesn't know is that the table was made retractable shortly after MC arrived in the Devildom. It was a custom job, done solely so that the table could be used as a runway for a makeshift fashion show (Asmo and Mammon's idea) the brothers held with human world clothes one time MC was feeling homesick.

Once, for a whole month, Mammon dedicated himself to creating a new currency. For the first week, he was an absolute menace, stealing metal objects (like small screws or unused kitchen utensils) around the house to melt down and form into coins of his own design. Beel cried for five days over the lack of cutlery and Asmo kept shrieking whenever he realised he’d had another piece of jewellery had been stolen from him. The rest of the month was spent attempting to rope people into investing; then failing; then celebrating because he had so much of his money to himself; and finally crying because none of it would be accepted at stores.

When he had first gotten into reading books, Satan started a website called ‘Ampbook’ where demons could upload personal writing projects, as well as comment on and share them, too. It’s now incredibly popular, especially amongst younger demons, and is well-known for romance. Well. Much to Satan’s chagrin, it was actually better-known for romance… and fanfiction. He’s constantly torn between allowing his beloved site users their freedom of expression, or immediately taking down any fanfics shipping MC with any of his other brothers. He’s also faked MC x Satan as the most trending tag, permanently.

The height of Beel’s appreciation for Leviathan was shortly after MC’s arrival into the Devildom. They had introduced Levi to an anime centred around four students in a high school swimming team; including a protagonist who Beel thought had a dubiously-intimate love of water. Regardless, Levi tried out for the RAD swimming team - got in and won a bunch of gold medals - and then proceeded to quit the team after a new, different anime he had been waiting for came out. All in the span of a week. To Levi's disdain, Beel brings this up at least once a month: by parading a handmade display of Levi's medals and a framed photo of his older brother in a swimsuit around RAD, showing it off to everyone who asked. And everybody asked. Maybe not so much for the medals.

[danikamariewrites]

I absolutely adore and love your housewife Feysand series, it’s so good rishshdkdbdkck

I propose an idea, even though reader is usually always at home/Velaris, what if they got kidnapped??? And reader gets injured and Feysand go INSANE trying to find them and it’s just angsty hehehehehe BONUS POINTS if it’s just fluff and overprotective central once they rescue and find reader

Gone Girl

Feysand x reader

A/n: thank you anon! I love this little series and I’m so glad others are enjoying it

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, injuries, eventual fluff

As Feyre walked home, hand in hand with Nyx, she couldn’t help but go over today’s events. She hadn’t seen you since this morning. Which isn’t unusual but occasionally you’d pop in to say to her and Rhys while they worked.

Maybe your brunch with Mor had run longer than you thought it would? But you would’ve let them know you weren’t going to pick Nyx up from school. You always pick Nyx up from school.

As the pair entered the house Feyre saw Mor pacing in the living room. Worry on her face as she bit at her perfect nails.

Feyre crouched down in front of Nyx, giving the sweet boy a small smile. “Uncle Cass is in the kitchen, go ask him to help you with your after school snack.” The boy nodded excitedly, his floppy black hair swishing with his movements. “Ok mommy.” He gave Feyre a quick kiss on the cheek before running off to get the most unhealthy snack his uncle could find him.

Making her way over to Mor, Feyre tilted her head curiously. She took Mor’s hands before asking, “What is it?” “Y/n didn’t come to brunch. I haven’t seen her all day.” Feyre’s heart sank into her stomach. A moment later Azriel came bursting through the front door like a mad man. His shadows frantic as he yelled for his brother. “Rhys! Rhys we have a problem!”

Before Azriel could make his way up the stairs Feyre winnowed in front of him. Her hands pushed against his chest as the sapphire siphons flared, the only annoyance he showed at being bared from Rhys. When he realized Feyre was in front of Azriel pulled his High Lady up the stairs to the High Lords office.

Rhys jumped up from his chair as Azriel slammed the door. His still panicked demeanor scaring the pair. “Azriel what’s going on?” Feyre asked desperately. The spymaster got right to the point. “Y/n has been taken. A rival camp to Windhaven has reported rogue members, they think the group of males took her. A few of my spies noticed them in the city not well disguised.”

Feyre let out a cry, covering her mouth. Silver lined her eyes as Rhys held her up. He pressed his face to her head giving her a small, reassuring kiss. Rhys took a deep breath. “Do you know where she is?” Rhys asked darkly. Azriel was sure everyone in the house could feel the dark power emanating from the High Lord. “I will soon.” Azriel quickly left before the moment could turn personal. Giving the couple space.

Hours later Azriel reported that the four males had taken you to an abandoned village at the edge of the mountains. It was the dead of winter, you must be freezing. That made Rhys and Feyre even angrier. You were raised in the Summer Court you can’t handle the cold of Illyria.

Rhys didn’t want this done quietly. He wanted to make his presence known. These moronic males took what was the High Lord and Lady’s and they would pay dearly for it.

Winnowing to the center of the abandoned village Rhys, Feyre, Az, Cass, and Mor stood back to back in a circle. Weapons raised, their eyes scanned the dilapidated homes. Wind and snow whipped around the group making in almost impossible to see their surroundings. Azriel sent his shadows out in all directions. Minutes later one returned swirling frantically as it relayed information to its master. He whistled and nodded in the direction the shadow came from.

Rhys and Feyre were the first to move. As they walked ahead the raging snow storm seemed to part for them. Like it was afraid of their wrath.

——

The cabin was freezing. Your body was aching from shivering for hours on end. You try to pull at the ropes around your wrists but your arms were too weak to move. It felt like you were frozen in place.

The four males that had taken you from Velaris were huddled near the front door. Now that they weren’t looking you allowed yourself to wince at the pain rushing through your right cheek. One of the males had backhanded you so hard it left a large bruise and cut from just below your temple to your cheek.

You hadn’t said a single word to them when you came to. You just sat slightly slumped in the rickety chair they tied you to. You kept your face blank, not giving them the satisfaction of a reaction or screaming and pleading with them.

When you had first woken up you tried to reach out to Rhys and Feyre. They were too far so your connection to them was nonexistent. You had prayed to the Mother that your friends and family noticed you missing. Prayed that Mor thought it was weird you didn’t show up to brunch. And Nyx! Poor Nyx must’ve been so sad when you didn’t pick him up from school.

Tears started to blur your vision as you thought about your little boy. Would you ever see him again?

Before the sob building in your throat could leave your lips the sound of the front door splintering filled your ears. You ducked your head, hissing at how stiff your neck felt.

You didn’t have to look at who was beating your captors. You could feel their presence. You’d know them anywhere.

Screwing your eyes shut you waited for the chaos to be over. You heard snow and wood crunch under extra footsteps as the males are hauled away.

A warm hand caresses your unharmed cheek. “Y/n,” a small voice says tentatively. You slowly look up at your loves. The tears you were trying to hold back falling as you give them a tight lipped smile. “You came.” Your voice raspy from not being used. “Of course we did.” Rhys said, kneeling in front of you.

With a snap of his fingers you were free from the ropes. You slipped off the chair into Rhys’s embrace. He held your shivering body tight as Feyre winnowed the three of you back to the River House. Madja was waiting upstairs in the bedroom with an apprentice to check you over.

Once she was done you slept for hours. You were still trembling from the cold which Madja had informed them was normal. You should be fine by morning as long as the fire kept going. Feyre sat with you first while Rhys went to be with Nyx.

Nyx had begged his father to see you. The little boy didn’t understand why they brought you home in tears. He kept trying to sneak away from Rhys so he could see you. “I just want to cuddle with mom!” He had yelled and stomped when he was told no.

Rhys and Feyre had switched before Nyx’s bedtime. When Feyre came downstairs Nyx was sitting on the couch, a devious look on his face with his arms crossed. Feyre copied her son with a small chuckle as she faced him down. “I’m not going to bed until I see mom.”

She sat next to him with a sigh. “You’re not seeing mom tonight, baby.” Nyx let out a little hmph and leaned back. His little wings flaring behind him. By nine he was passed out and moved to his own bed.

——

Blinking your eyes open the bright morning sun caught you off guard. You thought it was nighttime. You slowly sit up against the headboard rolling out your stiff joints. Looking around you see Feyre and Rhys asleep leaning on each other at the end of the bed.

You tug on the duvet hard enough to wake them and they jolt whipping their heads around. You cover your mouth to stifle your laugh. Their eyes snap to you and relief floods their faces. They scramble to sit on either side of you, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Sweetheart we were so worried.” “Are you ok? Do you need anything? Water, food, anything?” They continued their onslaught of questions until you pulled away from them.

“I’m fine. Maybe some breakfast and water. But I feel fine.” Rhys looked at you with an assessing gaze. “You’re sure?” You nod at him with a small smile. “I’ll get you some food.” Rhys gives you a kiss before leaving. You turn to look at Feyre.

She stares at you with watery eyes. Her finger gently traces around your cut. You could see the hurt in her eyes. She felt guilty for not getting to you sooner. You grabbed her hand kissing her fingers softly. “I love you, so much.” She whispered. “I love you too. Thank you, for coming to rescue me.” Feyre leaned her forehead against yours. “I’d burn down the world to find you.” Her warm lips pressed against yours in a soft kiss.

When Rhys came back Nyx was following him, holding back his excitement to see you. Before climbing on the bed he gave his father a look that asked for permission. As soon as Rhys nodded Nyx climbed up on the bed snuggling into your chest.

You felt Rhys caress your mental shields before letting him in. “Feyre meant it. We’d burn the world down if it meant you were safe in our arms.” “I know Rhys. And I love you both for it.” “You know you’re never leaving our sight again, right?” You mentally and physically roll your eyes at him. It was going to be a long time before you left the house without an escort soon.

[polydamnory]

Poly D.A.M.N. Crew Headcanons (because I’m legally required to)

Once again, some of these could also apply outside the context of them being in a polycule and that works too lol

Freelancer will paint any of the others nails if they’ll let them (Hux and Gavin let them do it the most) 

Dear and Gavin made it a weekly thing to have lunch together on campus 

In the event that they were to all live together, Damien is usually the one in charge of  grocery shopping - mainly because of all of them, he’s the most particular about what brands they use for certain products/foods. Also you can’t tell me this man isn’t a master at budgeting/couponing. 

Damien and Huxley aren’t allowed to team up when they do chicken fights in the pool anymore - they’re both arguably some of the strongest of the group (they’re constantly working out after all) and after winning literally every time except against Gavin, the rest of them declared the rule that they have to team up with the others to make it fair. Hux just rolled with it but Damien still acts all cocky about it whenever it gets brought up. 

They try to do a movie night every two weeks and cycle through who gets to pick what they watch each time. Lasko made a chart to track it and everything. Lasko has also tried and succeeded only once in getting everyone to agree to a full on Lord of the Rings extended edition marathon despite trying again several times afterwards. Dear has been the only one to agree to do it again afterwards - not that the rest don’t like the movies, they just don’t think they’ll be willing to marathon them like that again. 

Gavin and Freelancer are the resident “distractors” and get kicked out of the kitchen fairly frequently because half the time they’re helping cook they end up “doing things” with the other person in there 👀

Huxley likes playing with the others hair if they’ve given the okay for it - he already knew how to braid and the like, but at some point he began learning how to do more complicated hairstyles and likes doing them for his partners 

Dear and Damien end up having to team up and ensure everyone else is wearing sunblock - Damien does not listen to Gavin when he says that as a demon he doesn’t need it, he has to put some on 

When struggling to find someone or something out in public, especially in large crowd, Huxley has gotten into the habit of just kind of grabbing one of his partners and putting them on his shoulder so they can get a higher vantage point 

Huxley came up with the idea that they should all show Gavin stuff they enjoyed from growing up, whether that be shows, movies, or going places typically meant for youths, because “just because you didn’t actually have a childhood doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get to experience one.” They took him to a bouncy castle park and got a good laugh at how uncharacteristically ungraceful he was. 

They all had to basically flee an ice skating rink when they all tried to go together. Gavin wouldn’t stop teasing/flustering Damien and he accidentally melted a portion of the rink. It was an unempowered run rink so the chance of them getting caught/blamed wasn’t too high but they all still ended up fleeing like their lives depended on it. 

They are all constantly stealing Huxley’s clothes to wear. It’d bother him if he didn’t think it was really hot to see them in it.

They've been trying to branch out in the types of games they play together and one genre they’ve been experimenting with is survival games. They’ve tried a few but the one they all seem to like the most is Raft and it gets chaotic. It’s not a strict rule or anything but they’ve also all sort of fell into their own unspoken roles for it: Huxley is always the go to for gathering supplies on islands, Damien’s typically either doing home defense or off trying to kill one of the hostile mobs (the poison-puffer always drives him crazy), Dear’s gathering the underwater supplies because obviously, Freelancer is in charge of gardening and cooking the food, Lasko’s on a hundred different websites and wikis making sure they don’t miss anything/actually know what they’re doing as well as navigation, and while Gavin spends most of his time pretty evenly helping everybody else out, he most often is gathering the supplies from the water, or, on occasion, fishing. (Sorry not sorry that this one only really makes sense to those who also play Raft/watch others play it lol)

[andiberzatto]

Random but imagine getting a "who ate all the pussy" hat as a gag gift for carm cus lord knows he's a munch

I feel like it would happen as a gag for the whole group. Like picture it’s Carmy’s gfs birthday so they go to the bar for her birthday. Her only request is that everyone has to wear a stupid embarrassing or silly hat or t-shirt in her honor for the night.

she has everyone pull her hat or shirt out of a gift bag one by one carmy goes first, she got him a hat what says “who ate all the pussy?” As a joke. But if you knew him in the bedroom it’s not a joke.

Carmy chuckles deeply, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he reads the hat. He looks at you, his girlfriend, and winks even though he’s blushing profusely. He puts on the hat, the words "Who Ate All The Pussy" now proudly displayed on his forehead.

she laughs at his reaction, “thank you for being a good sport.” She says softly to Carm before turning to Richie, “Richie is next..” she points to Richie. Richie’s shirt says “do not for any reason at all give me a cigarette no matter what I say.”

Carmy throws his head back with a hearty laugh as Richie reads his shirt aloud, shrugging comically. "Damn, Richie, you couldn't even dodge that bullet, huh?" He teases, adjusting his own ridiculous hat. "Guess that means no smoking tonight, cousin."

she nods and points to Carmy’s sister sugar “sug your turn.”Sugar, Carmy's sarcastic and witty sister, pulls out her item - a bright pink t-shirt that reads "I bottom for love" with an arrow pointing downwards. She rolls her eyes dramatically but puts it on anyway, laughing.

she laughs softly and points to Sydney, Sydney, the reserved and mostly serious sous chef, pulls out her item - a hat that reads "Will Cook For Hugs" in cursive. she puts it on, looking somewhat embarrassed but playing along anyway. "You guys are sadists," she mumbles, crossing her arms.

she smiles “I think your hat is pretty tame compared to the group so far.” she points to Marcus. Marcus, the French pastry chef with a sharp wit, pulls out his shirt - a black one with bold white letters saying "and that’s on cream of mushroom soup" in comic sans. He smirks as everyone laughs. "Too true," He adds with a smirk. "Your turn, boss lady," He nods towards Carmy’s girlfriend.

she doesn’t know what hers says because she let carmy pick it out so she would be surprised, “Carm is it a hat or a shirt first?”

He smirks mischievously, holding up a brown paper bag. "You know I had to make it extra special for my queen... Shirt first." He hands her the bag, giving you a playful wink and biting his lower lip. "Don't hate me afterwards."

she laughs “I promise I can’t hate you if you’re wearing that hat for me. So I’ll wear this for you…”she pulls out the shirt first

He watches intently as you pull out the shirt, trying to keep his face neutral. Suddenly, a playful smirk tugs at his lips as he sees the shirt - black with bold white letters that reads "I Survived Carmy's Kitchen". He bursts out laughing. "Think it was pretty funny when I ordered it..”

she laughs, “oh I’m keeping this.” she puts it on immediately. And looks moves to grab the hat now

Everyone laughs as you put on the shirt. He watches your hands pick up the next bag, smirking. You pull out the hat - royal blue with white letters that read "The lochness monster taught me how to deep throat" - it seems you and carmy both thought of getting one another sexually embarrassing gag gift hats. Everyone cheers and laughs. "Damn right," Carmy nods and jokes.

she laughs and covers her face “okay now we all can go out drinkin!” she puts on the hat and takes a big selfie with the group everyone showing off their stupid hats and shit.

He wraps an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close as you all pose for the selfie. His hand squeezes her shoulder affectionately, his thumb brushing against her collarbone. After the photo, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to her temple. "Happy birthday sweet girl… thanks for the hat"