#i might as well gif the second biggest reason i loved the show

[leixinyus]

[changetyre]

Thank you for all of the stories recently! Can you do one where Lando gets tired of you calling him “Little Lando Norris” and decides to show you how big he really is?

L.L.N II Lando Norris ⒽⓌ

SUMMARY: Lando doesn't mind you making fun and playing games just as long as you're aware of the truth...and he'll be more than happy to remind you.

WARNINGS: **18+**

A/N: Got some good news so felt inspired to write again ;) Sorry for the delay.

"Aww poor little Lando." You jokingly patted him on the back. "Better luck next time buddy." you laughed as you walked away leaving him fuming.

Once again you'd beat Lando for 3rd place by merely a few seconds, an ongoing rivalry between you both that had everyone at the edge of their seats.

Ever since karting you and Lando had this heated rivalry, always making the other's life impossible and being each other's biggest competition so it was no surprise when it continued onto Formula 1.

To the outside world, it was incredibly entertaining for everyone to see the rivalry between the two of you. The rude remarks and snarky comments you threw at each other during interviews, the hate between you two only brewing stronger with each race.

But little did people know the way you were able to keep the hate at bay and keep yourselves in check. It had all started as a stupid drunk mistake when you found yourselves fucking in a club bathroom. The memory was hazy but you both remembered enough to know that deep down you liked it.

The next time it was a simple rash decision, you didn't think about it when you found yourself waking up in Lando Norris's room naked his arm across your waist, quickly throwing it off before running back to your room.

It was good. The sex was good, and that was the only reason you kept coming back. That's what you both told each other.

But it had become a frequent occurrence now, almost 5 months of quick and meaningless fucks where you could let out the pent-up tension and anger you had for each other.

But this still didn't take away from the fact that you still loved to piss each other off on track. Secretly you'd grown to love doing it more because you felt the direct consequence of it later.

"Lando, how do you feel about yet another close battle today with your biggest rival on track?" The interviewer asked him.

"Yeah, she just got lucky getting the better line around the next corners, but she knows I'm not one to back down, she knows what's coming for her," Lando smirked loving the double meaning behind his words.

He could see you a few feet from him giving your own interview. He just about heard you when once again you'd referred to him as Little Lando Norris, something you'd taken to recently which just irked him a little more than usual.

He watched you carefully, keeping his eyes on you like a hawke which to everyone else looked like pure hatred but truly it was simply because Lando could see the way Pierre got a little too friendly with you for his liking.

Lando would never admit it to you but he truly couldn't control the jealousy that erupted in his stomach whenever he saw you get too friendly with anyone. Whatever you had might have been meaningless but as far as he was concerned you were still his for now.

"Alright thanks, Lando enjoy your break." Lawrence finalized the interview with Lando outside the McLaren hospitality just as he could see you walking out of the press conference room with Pierre quickly by your side.

He didn't hesitate as he stood up with a quick step towards you. His blood boiling when he heard you laugh at something Pierre said.

"I need to talk to you." Lando stood in front of you making you stop abruptly and bump into his chest.

"Oh look hey speaking of the devil." You smirked.

"Little Lando Norris." Pierre joked but for some reason, Lando didn't find it the least bit amusing coming from him.

"Okay well can't talk now so bye." You were about to move past him but Lando grabbed your arm.

"Wasn't asking." Lando was ready to pull you away with him but was stopped by Pierre who grabbed your other hand.

"I actually just asked her for a drink so-" Pierre was quick to tell Lando.

"So she can't right now." Lando didn't let him finish or you protest before whisking you away.

You were completely taken aback as Lando shamelessly dragged you away from Pierre not caring the way there were several eyes on you as he took you towards the McLaren building.

Your heart pounded in your chest rendering you speechless as he walked you all the way into the building past several staff members before reaching his room where he was quick to shut you both inside.

"Lando what the-" you finally regained your voice as the door closed behind you.

"Shut up." Lando pressed his lip to yours as he pressed you to the wall. You had to push through the rush that invaded your body trying not to give in so easily.

"Lando, what has gotten into you?" You asked breathlessly as Lando began kissing down your neck unbuttoning your jeans and dragging them down

"So it's just Lando now?" was all he said.

"What are you- ah fuck." before you could reply again you cut yourself off when Lando began ruthlessly attacking your clit.

Lando basked in the pleasure he could produce on you loving the way you became putty in his hands behind closed doors despite the way you loved to tease him and take control outside.

Lando's pants suddenly felt painfully tight as he continued his attack on you taking the liberty he unbuckled his pants all while still tasting you before pulling his dick out into his hands to give it a few pumps.

Lando didn't stop, not until you had your first orgasm before finally getting up. "Why don't you return the favor baby?" Lando asked despite knowing he didn't have to since you were on your knees before he could even finish asking.

You prepared yourself knowing the ache you would feel from sucking him off having to open wide to take him into your mouth. Lando's eyes showed the smugness in them at watching the way you always struggled initially to take him never able to take him all down until you'd sucked him off for a while.

Lando groaned as you began moving your head up and down, your hands taking care of what you couldn't fit in your mouth for now.

"Nothing so little about that is there?" Lando asked the pride clear in his voice.

Only now did you understand what this was all about but you didn't care to complain since he'd gotten you all worked up.

"Why don't you make it extremely clear for me." You decided to try to have your own way.

"Gadly baby." Lando pulled you up before picking you up and using the wall to support you in his arms before using one of his hands to line himself up against your whole.

"Please-" You pleaded, Lando loved the way you begged every time he got near you like these.

"you ready?" he asked despite feeling your wetness already drip onto him.

"Yes, please fuck me." You sighed as you grabbed Lando's face to kiss him.

Lando used this distraction to push himself all the way inside you swallowing your yelp. "Shit baby you're so wet," Lando whispered knowing he had to keep semi-quiet because of the remaining staff in the building right now. Although half of him hoped everyone could hear what you were doing and the way he was making you feel right now...make it crystal clear to everyone.

"Ah, fuck Lando go faster." You begged him as Lando pushed in and out of you fully and completely at a brutally slow pace.

"Who's making you feel like this baby?" Lando asked not answering to your pleas just yet.

"You Lan...You are." You could almost cry at the torturous pace he'd set.

"not even fucking Pierre can make you feel like this can he?" His words were laced with disgust and anger which made your stomach flutter.

"No...no just you." You replied kissing Lando once again.

This was enough for Lando as he picked up his pace feeling the way you clenched around him and the way you struggled to keep quiet.

"Fu...so good...shit" You moaned in a whisper as Lando kept thrusting faster and faster into you against the wall.

Lando could cum at the sight of you, watching the way your tits would bounce with each thrust, the way your eyes rolled back, and hearing your uneven breaths as you tried to keep quiet while your orgasm quickly approached, feeling the way you held onto him as if your own skin was begging for more. This was it. This was glory to Lando.

[junabuggy]

Hazbin Hotel crew x Reader: general fluff hcs

A/n: 100+ follower special !!

I’ve been doing a lot of headcanons lately so I pinky promise there’ll be some kind of oneshot coming soon 🙏

Warnings: None !! Just some good old fashioned fluff :3

Fluff✔️ Comfort❌ Angst❌ Smut❌

‧₊˚✧ Alastor ✧˚₊‧

📻𖤐 When Alastor forms a close bond with you (and I’ve mentioned this before), he’d want to spend more time with you. Even if that’s just sitting in silence together and reading your own separate books

📻𖤐 Who knows? Maybe he’d let you lean against him, head on his shoulder, as he reads to you?

📻𖤐 This guys primary love language is quality time for sure. A close second perhaps acts of service.

📻𖤐 Biggest mamas boy ever…. But I’m sure we all knew that already

📻𖤐 LOVES to go on walks with you, especially during the afternoon or at night.

📻𖤐 Would link your arm with his and chat with you as you went on your daily stroll together… you’re not quite sure when it became a routine but it did.

📻𖤐 Huuuggeee story teller

📻𖤐 100% laughs at dad jokes and will also make them from time to time

📻𖤐 Always winning every single IDGAF war because he genuinely, wholeheartedly, just doesn’t give two shits 💀💀

📻𖤐 Can’t swim. I don’t know how to explain why I think this but I just KNOW its true

📻𖤐 Freezes like a deer in headlights (quite literally) when you shine a bright enough light at him

‧₊˚✧ Angel Dust ✧˚₊‧

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Angel would be the absolute BEST at giving out hugs oh my goddd, he’s got six arms for a reason, baby !

🕸️ᥫ᭡ I feel like he’d have fun dancing !! (I mean “Loser, Baby” was enough evidence for me)

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Competitive as fuck, UNO would actually be so fun with him 😭 (gets so genuinely excited when he wins too, gloating about it and everything like he just won the lottery)

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Biggest shoplifter ever and most of the time it’s not even because he can’t afford it, he just does it for fun.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Smells realllyyy good all the time, he’s got the best perfumes ever

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Spa-days/Self-care days quickly become a Saturday night thing for you two once you become one of his besties. And I’m talking the whole shabang like face masks, candles lit and snack tray out as he paints your nails for you 💕

🕸️ᥫ᭡ It’s something Angel genuinely looks forward to as well (ᵒ̴̶̷᷄⩊ᵒ̴̶̷᷅)

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Primary love language is most likely physical touch, we’ve all seen how touchy he can get 🤞

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Getting to know his real name and getting to call him by it means he trusts you a lot, he doesn’t give that privilege out to just anybody.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ On a less serious note, he’s definitely a huge show off 💀💀

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Amazing at doing makeup, will do your makeup if you asked him to (might accidentally poke you in the eye or something though lmfaoo)

‧₊˚✧ Husker ✧˚₊‧

🍺🃁 Needs glasses and HAS them but just doesn’t wear them for whatever reason. He looks good in them though !!

🍺🃁 Cheats in any card game ever. Wins 9/10 against you because of that reason (he’s also a gambler so that’s a big factor as well obviously)

🍺🃁 Bros the type of guy to call you “doll” and “baby”

🍺🃁 Primary love language?? quality time 🙏 🙏acts of service and physical touch are both tied for second place (but you only ever really get the physical touch one if you’re his s/o)

🍺🃁 Again, we all saw “Loser, Baby” this mf can DANCE and he enjoys it too

🍺🃁 Jazz is one of Huskers favourite music genres for sure

🍺🃁 You two don’t really have a routine hangout type thing but he does enjoy it when you come around to the bar to just hang out with him while he cleans and whatnot :3

🍺🃁 Trust, you will be given a specialized nickname just for you once he considers you a close friend of his.

🍺🃁 He’s a great listener but gives very blunt advice, doesn’t sugarcoat shit if you ask him for his opinion on something.

🍺🃁 Weirdly caught up with mental health stuff, like he knows a lot about it

🍺🃁 Poor Husker does NOT like the cat noises he makes but he literally cannot control them 😭😭 (believe me, he’s tried)

‧₊˚✧ Vaggie ✧˚₊‧

🗡️☪︎ Vaggie is NOT a morning person, usually sleeps in until around noon

🗡️☪︎ Would have good fashion taste

🗡️☪︎ Vaggie is also a very competitive UNO player, probably ends up yelling at Alastor for making her pick up all those “pick up four” cards when everyone plays together (yes, he looks smug as fuck while doing it and yes he was saving them just for her 💀💀)

🗡️☪︎ Has beef with almost all of the guys at the hotel but Husker is chill for the most part

🗡️☪︎ Adding onto that last one, it doesn’t really take much for a man to piss her off tbh (she’s so real for this)

🗡️☪︎ Would spar with you if you asked and gets really into it too !! She’s careful not to actually hurt you though and it’s a great way of bonding with her (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

🗡️☪︎ Verrryyyyy jealous girl, remember when Emily took Charlie’s hands in the heaven episode?? (The look on her face made me giggle)

🗡️☪︎ Hates pickles. She just looks like she’d be a pickle hater

🗡️☪︎ Primary love language is words of affirmation

‧₊˚✧ Charlie ✧˚₊‧

⭐️☀︎ Charlie is infact a morning person and wakes up at the crack of dawn everyday for zero reason whatsoever 💀

⭐️☀︎ She does her absolute best to include everyone in every activity going on, she doesn’t ever want anybody in the hotel to feel excluded

⭐️☀︎ Biggest shipper EVER. You ever told her you have a crush on someone here?? Oh god..

⭐️☀︎ She’ll silently fan girl from a distance whenever you and your crush are together to the point Vaggie has to drag her away

⭐️☀︎ Charlie can be a little bit overwhelming at times but her happiness is suppeerrr contagious

⭐️☀︎ The best way to spend time and bond with her?? Literally just offer to do anything with her and she’ll do it, I don’t think she’s too picky

⭐️☀︎ Learnt some Spanish from Vaggie and tries to use it with her to be all romantic but her pronunciations are fucked up (She’s trying her hardest guys okay 😞🙏)

⭐️☀︎ Totally asked Vaggie one time as a pick up line if she fell from heaven and she broke out into a sweat (poor girl)

⭐️☀︎ Primary love language is words of affirmation. quality time is somewhere up there too though

⭐️☀︎ Will break out into song a lot and it’s kinda funny to watch

‧₊˚✧ Niffty ✧˚₊‧

🧼𐙚 Acts a lot like a hyperactive toddler on crack. Has zero chill and it’s pretty rare to see her actually calm

🧼𐙚 I think Niffty lowkey has stage freight, like we all see how she just automatically freezes up when a camera is on (I mean it’s happened twice in the show already)

🧼𐙚 Takes a lot after Alastor, sees him as some sort of older brother figure as well 😞🩵

🧼𐙚 When playing UNO, she’d fucking EAT the cards so she’d win. Deadass just nom nom nom that shit

🧼𐙚 She’s a big giggler, she’ll laugh and giggle at almost everything so it’s not hard to get her to do so

🧼𐙚 She’d probably really enjoy it if you let her just sit with you for a while and braid your hair (But she’d steal some for her “collection” in the process)

🧼𐙚 I’m actually not too sure what Nifftys love language would even be? Perhaps acts of service (she is a maid, after all)

🧼𐙚 Okay 99% sure this is actually canon but she’s a hardcore germophobe, can’t handle when things are cluttered or a mess.

🧼𐙚 Has a collection of cleaning supplies in her room

+ Bonus !!

‧₊˚✧ Vox ✧˚₊‧

📺☆ Whenever Vox is sleeping or thinking really hard about something, the voxtek symbol will bounce around on his screen like the DVD logo thing

📺☆ Not very big on pda, he has an image to uphold, after all. (But he would enjoy affection in private though)

📺☆ Not above watching you through whatever technology you have, he spies on you a lot 💀💀

📺☆ Also guys…… stop pretending Vox isn’t a whiny little bitch, because he is (trust me y’all, read some of @bigfatbimbo’s stuff)

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐲

[lanawinterscigarettes]

James Wilson dating someone who gets cuteness aggression

Warnings: cuteness aggression (duh) so there's mention of playful biting and such from the reader

A/N: this idea popped into my head randomly and I thought it'd be a big hit with my fellow Wilson lovers because honestly who doesn't get cuteness aggression when looking at him

I don't think Wilson would know what cuteness aggression is but I'm pretty sure he's used to people displaying their affection in less than conventional ways given that House is his best friend

He wouldn't have a problem with it, per say, but he'd certainly be confused to first time you do it

Picture it: he's sitting in his office as he fills out paperwork while you're waiting for him to finish. You're so bored and want his attention so badly that when he stops writing for even a second you take that as an opportunity to bite his hand

You don't bite hard enough to draw blood or anything, just hard enough to get his attention

He stops what he was doing and looks over at you with a befuddled expression on his face, his big brown puppy dog eyes full of confusion

"Did you just- did you just bite me?" It's clear from the disbelief in his voice that he doesn't know what to think. He'd never been bitten before, certainly not in such a casual manner

"Yeah, so?" You gave him a slight shrug as if it were no big deal. "Sometimes I bite people I like. Is that a problem?"

Being the little people pleaser he is, he of course says no. "Uh, not at all. I just- I wasn't expecting that"

He goes back to work, thinking that'll be the end of it. It's not, as you decide to take his indifference as an invitation to bite him whenever you get the chance to

It doesn't take that long for him to get used to your strange habits of biting him when he's not paying attention to you or squeezing him a little too hard when giving him hugs

If House finds out about your cuteness aggression (which, let's be honest, of course he does because he has no respect for other people's privacy) he uses that information as a way to get on Wilson's nerves all the time

"Nice bite marks on your hand. Did you get a dog recently, or is it just another act of affection from your doting partner?"

"Shut up, House"

"What? I'm not the one willingly giving myself up to be somebody else's chew toy"

In all honesty, Wilson actually doesn't mind your cuteness aggression, even if he knows he probably should

He always lets you playfully bite his hand or give him really tight hugs when you ask with no complaint, finding the acts to be oddly endearing for some reason

Even when you coddle and baby talk him the same way someone might speak to a pet the most he might do is roll his eyes or let out a loud exasperated sigh

"You're so cute, Jimmy, did you know that? It makes me want to wrap you up and never let you go"

"Well, it's nice to know you care about me, even if you are talking to me like I'm a dog"

"Hey, it's not my fault you have the biggest, most adorable set of puppy dog eyes around that make you look like such a little cutie patootie"

"You're as bad as House, did you know that?"

"I take that as a compliment"

"Of course you do"

All in all, Wilson loves you and knows that you love him, even if you show it in an odd way

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Dating Goro Majima Would Include

Pairing: Majima x fem! Reader

Summary: dating our favorite crazy eyepatch man

A/n: I knew the second I saw this man that he'd make me post about him

WARNINGS: N/A

Your honor if this isn't a gift giving man idk what is

He's buying whatever your eye lingers on for more than a second

Or getting random clothes he wants to see you in

And you better not get caught looking too good around him because he's gonna get rabid

The strength of Mr Shakedown couldn't pull him off of you

He'll cling onto you and all but try to eat you

When you finally push him off he'll get all pouty so you'll have to let him know that he can get all clingy later

Definitely shows you off

There's not a member of the Tojo Clan that doesn't know Majima's girl

You could walk right in and out of HQ just to say "hi" unscathed because who's getting in the way of Majima and his girl?

No one that values their life that's for sure

Kisses are sloppy and open mouth

I swear all that junk food has him nutrient deficient

I wouldn't be surprised if he's a biter too

But he lives for all that soft crap

Throw him off with a sweet, chaste kiss and he might start rattling like a cartoon character

I think he'd love anyone that matches his crazy even a little bit

Like having a few screws loose makes you just perfect for him

He'd play into the dog thing

Not even in a suggestive way, mostly just for the plot

"Trust me, darlin', I live up ta both parts of my name!"

Head scratches, curling in your lap

He might even growl a little into your neck if you've got a new perfume on

It's to prove a point but he does love it if you're the one doing it

He'd probably let you walk him on a leash if you felt like it

Physical touch is definitely his second biggest love language

He holds you like he's trying to absorb into your skin

Inhaling your essence with the desperate hope that part of you is coming to dwell in him with each breath

If you tease him about how soft he is with you, he'll brush it off, but the truth is that you're the whole world to him

In a life that's always moving and changing, you're his gorgeous, brilliant constant, and he cherishes that

He loves his crazy life, but watching you fade into view each day as the soft morning light spills in around you? That's the reason he keeps going.

He's also clingy because he's a little scared as well

The only person crazier than him must be whoever chose to be with him

He may be a force of nature in the yakuza, but he still can't control what each day may throw at the two of you

Whatever it may be seems to melt away when he comes home to you, though

Just by watching you he can see the rest of his life clearly and not the day to day antics he constructs on whims

He can see himself leaving everything behind and leading a domestic life

But that may be his most insane fantasy yet

[chelleztjs18]

Spiraling Thoughts (W.M)

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: Wanda's spiraling thoughts get between both of you.

Warning: Hurt/Comfort angst, swearing words.

Requested: Yes

A/N: Hello! Another post, another angst from me. I didn't proof read this, sorry in advance for typos. More angsts are on their way :D Anyway, happy reading!

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Happy and excited. That’s how you feel right now because today is the day you have been waiting for. You have been crossing the dates on the calendar to today’s date. A red “Moving day!” is written on the calendar.

You have packed all your belongings. Stacks of boxes are ready. Your brain tells you that you might need two trips to drive all of them with your car to Wanda’s place.

You have been dating Wanda for an amazing year and a half. Both of you are head over heels in love with each other. You have been giving hints for a few months that you are ready to move in together. Since then, it has been the talk you both have. A month ago, your girlfriend finally agreed to live together.

You are so thrilled and Wanda is happy if you are happy. She knows it from how much you talk about it.

Since then, Wanda has been reorganizing her place for your belongings to fit in. She loves simplicity, her place wasn’t the biggest but it was enough for her to live alone. Wanda tried to prepare everything for you when the day came. Being the overthinking she is, she even did some research on do’s and don'ts or tips for this relationship’s big change.

“I’ll be leaving soon. See you soon,babe!” you texted her. Wanda checks the time then puts her phone down disappointedly. You are late again. The only thing about you that she doesn’t like. Wanda is a punctual person, she hates being late. To watch you being late or waiting for someone who is late is torture to her. Every second slowly but surely irritates her even though she tries not to.

Wanda’s mind starts to spiral before she knows it. All other anxious thoughts force their way to re-exist.

She starts to think what if she has to deal more about being late because of this certain bad habit of yours. What if there are other untolerable habits or differences that show up after both of you living together for some time that might have a domino effect in her relationship with you? Or what if all of this is too soon? Is she actually ready for this? Or is she just doing this to make you happy? What happens if things don’t work out between both of you?

What if…? What if..? What if..? These two words are really pushing Wanda’s to the edge. Her heartbeat starts to double in speed. Her fingertips start to get colder and her hands seem to shake. It’s getting harder for her to breathe. Emotions slowly overfill her heart and mind.

Your Sokovian girlfriend is panicked and scared by now from her overthinking mind. Everything seems spinning. The ticking from the clock on the wall sounds louder gradually in her mind breaking the muffled sound around her. An hour later, the doorbell finally lets her get a break from everything she is experiencing.

Wanda rushes to the door even though her steps feel so heavy. She knows it must be you with all of your stuff, moving in with her. Oh dear, the closer she gets to the door, the heavier her heart feels. Thoughts flash in her mind for a second, the thoughts that you for sure don’t want to hear.

“Hi babe!.” You greet her followed by an apology as you give her a hug. An awkward smile curved on her face. Wanda tries to hold back her spiraling feelings, she is trying hard.

Wanda hugs you back but you know her pretty well, you notice even the slight difference but you try not to overthink. “Y/n, you are late again.” Flat yet irritated was her tone no matter how much she tried to hide it. Wanda glances at the boxes in your car to avoid your gaze whenever you try to look at her.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m working on my punctuality more, Wanda. I promise.” you apologized. You thought that being late was the reason why Wanda seems a little off.

“Well, that’s what you promised three months ago and still, nothing changed.” a snarky comment forced its way out of her lips and you got caught off guard by it. Your forehead creases your eyes while you mind quickly try to figure out what’s going on.

“I’m sorry, Wanda.”

The view of her shrugging her shoulders and her smile slides down to a frown as she turns around then walks away from you. “Wanda, what’s wrong?” you ask and follow her.

Wanda picks up her pace a little to be away from you. “Nothing.” That was all her answer to you. Again, her eyes avoid yours. Everytime you get closer to her, Wanda would move further from you. Walking around from one room to another, she cleans randomly as her steps shift from one spot to another.

“I don’t think we should bring your boxes in yet, detka.” Wanda suggests. Your stomach churns a little after hearing her idea. You love hearing her calling you with any pet names but this time, you are not a fan of it because of the tone.

“Why?” Your eyebrows furrowed. You are waiting for her answer anxiously, standing behind her.

“I’m still cleaning this house, Y/n. That’s why.” Wanda’s tone is slowly filled by such resentment. Her voice raises a little.

“Wanda, the house looks fine and very clean. I know you pretty well. You are cleaning randomly, moving around from one spot to another right now. You only do it when you are upset or something bothers you.”

“No, I’m fine. We can just keep your stuff in your car tonight until I’m done with this house.” Wanda’s tone gets colder.

“Wait, what? What did you mean? Keep them in my car overnight?” your forehead puckered in confusion. “You heard me.” she responds while continuing whatever she is doing with a pout that looks more and more obvious.

“What about my clothes and—” you try to get more clues on what’s going on but Wanda didn’t let you finish. “You can wear mine or borrow whatever you need..”

“But, you told me that everything’s ready. I even made sure with you yesterday about today and you said yes. Something is off, Wanda. Tell me, what’s wrong?” you rambled.

“Nothing..is wrong, y/n.” Wanda denied all your words. You noticed she looks way more unease. You follow her yet Wanda still avoids you from being too close to her.

“No, something is wrong Wanda. You smile differently. You–”

“Y/n..” she calls.

“You didn’t hug me the way you usually do. You–”

“What are you talking about?” Wanda tackled your assumption with the pretend confusion.

“Yeah, you know what I meant, Wanda. You clean randomly and—”

“Oh come on! What stupid theory was that? You should’ve known me, for crying out loud! I..love..to clean.” Wanda lets out her irritation and anger through the way she puts down things.

“You clean loudly. Sometimes you put things or close stuff loudly when you are upset.” you lined up more supportive examples. Wanda walks away from her bedroom to the living room, leaving you but you are determined to get the answer. “Fuck, y/n. Just please stop.” Despite the curse word, Wanda still tries to suppress her voice that’s raising up angrily as she starts to feel cornered.

You take a spot in front of her to block her path of avoidance.“No. No. I won’t stop until I get my answer. What’s going on? Why on earth that all of sudden I can't unload the boxes. I’m really confused right now. There’s–”

She didn’t let you finish once more. “I already told you why.” she gives you a second of death glance before she takes the sideway to walk away from you again.

“Yes, you did but it wasn’t the truth Wanda. You lied. Are you getting cold feet about us living together?” Just like that, your question instantly stopped Wanda and she snapped as she turned around to you.

“What if I am?!” Wanda can no longer keep herself together. She finally spilled the painful truth. meanwhile you are too shocked to respond to it. A soft gasp forced its way to be heard. You swallow hard and your heart drops in a millisecond before the brunette continues to pour her thoughts out.

“What if I’m freaking out right now? This whole thing is too soon, too early or whatever we can call it.” words after words and thoughts after thoughts flowed in such anger the more her mind thought about it.

“Too soon? Wanda, you agreed about this. We have been talking about us living together. We plan this. I thought you wanted it to happen as much as I wanted to?” you argue back with a pinch of genuine confusion.

“Do i, y/n? Or was I on board with it just because you keep giving me hints of what you want? You wanted the truth, right? There it is!” Wanda places both of her hands on her hips as she looks away just so you won’t catch her eyes slowly turning glossy from tears.

After a few seconds of pausing her words, she continued. “You were late coming here, it’s your habit. We both know that. What if you never change? What if there are other things, habits or — or — or differences that trigger us to argue? Imagine if we turn to that couple who fight constantly. What if it doesn’t work out for us?”

Your head hangs low, you look down somewhere random. Anywhere but her eyes. You shake your head slowly followed by a disbelief chuckle. “Wow, you talked like I WILL be or I am the cause that everything won’t work out between us in the future while you are actually the one that shattered the dream that we had. Oh I’m sorry, babe. Let me rephrase that, MY dream, not yours.” you lift up your head and look at her eyes mid sentence and let sarcasm end it.

Your heart aches. In your point of view, Wanda is being unfair to you and it provokes more words out of you. “So you changed your mind?”

Her voice fills the room before the deafening silence ate it all up. You can hear her take a harsh breath. “Y/n—”

“It’s a yes or no question, Wanda.” you demand her answer as you keep looking at her.

Wanda clenches her jaw in silence but it was an obvious shortcut to reach your conclusion. It was enough for you to dig out the answer.

“Y/n, can you just—” Wanda once more trying to avoid your question but you are not having it.

“Leave? Don’t worry, Wanda. I will. I’m gonna go home.” With that, you turn around and walk towards the door. You were hoping that she will try to stop you from leaving but a gut twisting fact shows that she doesn’t even try and just stands there, looking down in an expression that you can’t really decipher. You slammed the door as you walked out that made Wanda flinch a little.

What just happened? Is it over? Was I being selfish? What on earth is going on? Both of you are lost in your own thoughts and questions with no answers. Despite all the thoughts, Wanda stays where she is. She doesn’t know what she feels right now, everything is overwhelming for her even until right this second. She feels drained and tears slowly fill up to the brim of her eyes. Every beat of her heart hurt her. The room feels like an airtight box. Her knees laden. Without her control, the tears finally rolled down her cheeks.

Your brain is multitasking between thinking and focusing on driving. Your knuckles turn white from squeezing the steering wheel as you drive. The more you look at the boxes that are reflected on the back mirror of your car, the more heartache you feel. The day that was supposed to be one of the happiest days in your relationship with Wanda went downhill in a blur. It all happened so fast, too fast actually. Your mind is still processing everything that just happened on your whole way back to your place.

This was the first big fight ever in your relationship and Wanda.

_____

You and Wanda give each other space for two days. That one text she sent you and you didn't reply, Wanda took it as you needed your time alone.

While waiting in silence, Wanda starts to ponder, not just one but many things. Everything that happened that day kept playing in her head over and over again bringing her sense to the surface.

Wanda slowly admits to herself that she was too harsh on you and her anxiety got the best of her. Guilt starts to build up in her heart. Her mind has been filled up with everything about you. Without you, Wanda feels empty and she doesn’t like how it feels when you are not around her. Her heart is longing for your presence and affection. She misses the cheerful side of you that always breaks the silence around the house. All your jokes, laughs and your companion always make her days so meaningful

Wanda’s memory starts to remind her that you indeed have tried your best to fix the bad habits for her as much as she does for you. RIght now, she feels like a fool for forgetting about it.

A week has passed, the more she tries to give you the space and time you need, the harder it gets for her and the more she misses you. Her love for you finally conquered all of her overthinking thoughts. She knows she can’t live without you. Wanda loves you too much to lose you.

_____

With a heavy heart, you just started unpacking the first sealed box that you brought to Wanda's house.

You exhaled harshly right after you heard a knock on your apartment door. You are really not in the mood for having visitors but you get up anyway just in case it’s something important. You see Wanda through the peeping hole.

You stayed quiet behind the door and decided not to answer it. You hear another knock and Wanda softly talks. “Detka, it’s me. Please open the door for me.” You can’t deny that you miss her with every bit in you. As much as you want to let her in, you are still hurt with what happened.

“I know you are in there, y/n. It’s your day off today and I see your car too.” Wanda paused for a little bit and waited for your answer.

Your heart feels heavier from hearing her tone that sounds sadder second by second.

“Y/n, sweetheart, please. I need to tell you that I’m sorry, truly sorry. I miss you. Please let me talk with you.” Wanda’s voice turns shakier while trying to keep herself together from all the sadness and pain she is having from her guilt. You see her through the peeping hole one more time only to find her wiping her tears. It was just a little tear but you know it’s a lot for her.

Wanda heard you finally unlock the door and it’s slowly ajar. She sees you turn your back on her as she walks in. Sparky runs to you and you pet him for a little bit. Wanda waits for you to turn around and see her.

A smile instantly shows up at the same time with her emotional tears as soon as you turn around. “Hi, my love.” she pauses her words once more. The pet name she just called you with 

“Hi.. you–uh you lost your spare key?” you ask. You really want to hug Wanda, you don’t like seeing her green eyes get all teary but you hope your small sarcastic question will hide it.

“No, I still have it but I just didn’t want to just walk in here unannounced just in case you– you don’t want to see me.” Wanda slowly lets out her understanding answer. Her eyes search for yours.

You always love how Wanda is so thoughtful and respect your personal space too. It hits you too, some guilt slowly shows up.

Wanda notices the box that you were unpacking. Her lips slightly open in surprise.

“Are you unpacking the boxes?” she asked awkwardly.

“Yeah, I have to.” you start to make yourself look busy to avoid more eye contact with her. You unpack more boxes and walk around just like Wanda did.

Wanda’s reaction is different from yours. She quickly grabs your wrist gently but firm enough to catch your attention.

“Y/n, I have something to say. Can you look at me please?”

Her sad tone finally drags your eyes to her glossy green eyes. "Okay, Wanda. I'm all ears." you stated.

Wanda takes a deep breath slowly as she holds your hands before she starts her ramble. “I’m so sorry for how I was and what I said that day. My–my anxiety and overthinking got the best of me. I should’ve talked about it with you in a better way. I promise I will work on my overthinking and will talk about it together.” She pauses while her thumbs rub the back of your hands.

“Days without you really got me thinking. It’s so quiet without you, your voice, even your texts and I don’t like it. I miss us. I miss doing a lot of things with you, I miss your jokes and laugh. I even miss waiting for you to get ready while I’m worried that we are getting late.” Wanda lets out an awkward little chuckle at the end to distract you from noticing her being vulnerable.

You stand closer to her as she continues. “I’m sorry. Please give me another chance. I really don’t like my girlfriend being away from me too long. I promise I’ll work on my bad habits.” Wanda runs her perfect looking fingers through your hair gently. 

Your heart melts under her touches and who can say know to those gorgeous eyes? Not even you. 

“Apology accepted. I will always give you chances because you always do the same to me.” you giggle a little. You put both hands on her shoulders right away after she pulls you closer.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Wanda”

Both of you instantly tangle in a long soft kiss. You miss her sweet lips touching yours. You and Wanda let out relieved sighs in the kiss. She feels alive again having you so close to her. She doesn’t want to lose you anymore but you can feel that she stops the kiss. Wanda pulls her face away from you. She looks at you dearly.

“Did you notice Sparky’s new collar’s tag?” Wanda asked in a whisper.

“No, what is it?” you asked back but your curiosity doesn’t want to wait so you call him only to find him standing behind you.

You turn around to pick him up as you notice his new collar. "Aaw it's a key shape collar with I Love You engraved on it. That's so sweet. Ouh does it mean you want me to move in with you now?" You ask Wanda while giving Sparky some love and not paying attention to what your girlfriend is doing behind you. She chuckles nervously.

"Well, turn it around and check it out." Wanda gives you a clue and shortly after she hears you let out a surprised gasp.

Will you marry me?

It's engraved in the back of Sparky's collar. You quickly turn around only to find Wanda gets on one knee, holding an opened box with a ring in it.

"Malyshka, it has been a great year since you came to my life. Everything has turned so beautiful since then and when we were away that long, I felt devastated. I don't want us to be like that anymore. I promise we will communicate better to work on our bad habits, problems and solve them together. I just want us to grow better and grow old together. I promise I will be a better wife than I was as your girlfriend. Will you marry me, Y/n Y/l/n?" Her eyes twinkle with hope and love for you.

Bubbles of joy burst in you and spread the thrill all over you. Your eyes and Wanda’s get teary at the same time as she sees you smile from ear to ear. You are speechless.

“Is that a yes? Say something please, y/n? Should I take that as a yes?” Row of questions line up out of her. Her hands are a little shaky. Your heart beats faster. You know you blush so hard because you can feel the rush in you. You nod eagerly. “Yes! Of course Yes!”

Both of you start to laugh in tears of happiness and Wanda puts the ring on your finger. You pull her up to hug and kiss her shortly after. Sparky barks and wags his tails. Excitedly licks your cheeks and Wanda’s in turns in the warmest group hug that always feels like home to you.

“Let’s come home, detka.”

“You are my home.” you replied and Wanda sealed your lips with more short loving kisses. Both of you smile in the kisses.

A/N: Welp, that's all from me today. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated. Follow me for more.

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ngl i am waiting for you to write about physical touch and HANDS in last twilight *insert manifestation circle.gif here*

Not gonna lie, as much as I have been enjoying Last Twilight, I haven't felt all that inspired to write about it, but it has been making me feel all warm and fuzzy now that people are reaching out and asking for my thoughts. Turns out people actually seem to enjoy my horrendously long posts!

Alright, I will talk about physical touch and hands in Last Twilight, but before I get too far in to it, I just want to say, I love the use of physical touch in shows, but I will dare to claim the use of physical touch seems particularly important, and especially complicated in Last Twilight, compared to most of the other shows I've written about. Why?

Because Day is blind, and Mhok is his caretaker, and if you are remotely aware of disability, the autonomy of disabled people, the privacy of disabled people, the survival of disabled people are often disrupted by abled bodied people. I saw a post somewhere, sorry I can't find it, where someone mentioned the rates of abuse of disabled people by their caretakers and how that might weigh in to Day's reaction to touching a shirtless Mhok in Episode 2.

So.

With Day's blindness, grief, and intentional isolation, as well as his family's anxiety, how much control has Day really had over his own life in the last year? As @bengiyo said in Episode 1, "Day's brashness in the interview when he asks Mhok if he's hot sounds like a gay man knowing that he is about to be touched a lot by a stranger" [not a direct quote, apologies].

Episode 1

gif from @dragonsareawesome123

The first physical touch we get between Day and Mhok is when Mhok touches Day's chin, making a comment that essentially boils down to Day having a punchable face. You can see how shocked Day is to feel Mhok's thumb on him. But the motion is quick, light, and slightly flirty (though maybe I'm reading a bit in to that last one since I know this is a BL). While Day seems taken aback, he doesn't seem uncomfortable with the touch at all, moreso, to me at least, he seems surprised that Mhok *isn't* shying away from touching Day after Day so loudly and blatantly declared his queerness and hit on Mhok.

photo from @thescrumptiousstuffs

The second physical touch we get is when Day leaves his car and winds up on the street with traffic whizzing past. Mhok pulls Day off the street when Day gets overwhelmed and Day goes crashing in to Mhok. I don't remember them staying pressed together for too long, but there is a moment where Mhok is embracing Day. Mhok's hands go to Day's hips while Day's hand rests on Mhok's chest near his collarbone. From my view, this is a decently intimate position for relative strangers, but they don't feel uncomfortable in it. Which is a great hint that Mhok and Day are going to become more to each other. Mhok does something here that I do think is important, which is to tell Day who is he, so Day knows he isn't being manhandled by a *complete* stranger. And though I suspect the biggest reason why Day ends up being driven home by Mhok is because Day wants to be away from Night, it cannot be denied that Day already has some modicum of trust in this random, crass man that burst in for an interview just the other day. Because, as we know, Mhok was really the only person who interacted with Day without falling victim to pity, inspiration porn, or infantilization.

The third physical touch I consider important is when Day's mother stops him from standing up. I've been reading @waitmyturtles PhD level thesis on Bad Buddy so filial piety and saving face is pretty present on my mind. I think it is important to acknowledge that Day does have some autonomy, but where he exercises it is very clear. He can leverage his blindness and his bad experiences with past caretakers to get what he wants out of his mother, and he can double, triple, quadruple the caretaker salary without consulting his mother. But when it comes to physical movement, he listens to his mother, but not to Night. Night tells him to stay in the car, and Day almost immediately leaves the car and goes in to the Society. Day gets out in the middle of traffic after a fight with Night, even after Night begs him to stay in the car. But that moment of challenge from Mhok where he tells Day to come get his ID himself, and Day starts to stand, everything stops dead in its tracks at the first light touch of his mother's hand on Day's chest. So, despite the moments of anger and rebellion we see from Day, he still listens to his mother.

gif from @dragonsareawesome123

And then Day moves to get his ID, and here is where I will mention a moment where there was not any touch. Which, probably could be an essay in and of itself, but I don't have the capacity at the moment, on this airplane, to comb through all the scenes and look for it. But here, this one feels important, because Day takes the ID from Mhok, but Mhok does not let go right away. Their fingers are so close, and in a lot of movies, the handing over of an item would usually involve some sort of moment where fingertips brush and a shockwave of electricity ripples through the future couple. But we don't get that here. The moment of connection, the moment that Day really knows he can trust Mhok, the moment Day decides he is going to hire Mhok has nothing to do with touch, and everything to do with sound. He hears Mhok read Chapter 21 of The Little Prince, a book that is desperately important to Day, and that is that. And I do think it is important that these little touches that we've had, and where we break from the romance tradition for touch are important. Because, I think it is totally fine for feelings to grow between Mhok and Day rather quickly, but I do not think it would have been wise to show Mhok having some sort of actual crush on Day from the beginning. If Mhok had some sort of romantic or sexually attractive feelings for Day before he started working there, that would, in my opinion, read as predatory in some sense. Especially looking ahead to Episode 2, when Mhok is shirtless in Day's room.

Because, the thing about physical touch in television is that a lot of different elements go in to selling it as romantic chemistry. One of the most important components is timing and close up. As a side note, I think timing is a huge factor in to why I did not enjoy Perth and Chimon together in Dangerous Romance (before I dropped it) because the camera just never lingered long enough on their faces or on their touches for me to believe they had feelings for each other. But, by Episode 3 of Last Twilight I can see the care and the chemistry between Mhok and Day. I can see the comfortability that Mhok and Day have from almost the very beginning of knowing each other, but I don't take much of their physical interactions to be sexually charged or romantic in Episode 1. Why would they be? These two don't know each other. By generally avoiding zooming in on just Day and Mhok's hands when they touch, by having Mhok grabbing Day's chin with his thumb quickly and lightly you aren't building to tension. Aof is merely demonstrating that physical touch between Day and Mhok is welcomed and Day is not going to be uncomfortable with having Mhok take care of him.

So we head in to Episode 2 with the understanding that there is some fundamental aspect of Mhok that Day is drawn to, and that Mhok and Day are going to get along.

Episode 2

Now, as much as I have loved the rapidly developing relationship between Mhok and Day, I do kind of wish we had had a full episode's worth of two angry, grieving people coming head to head. But, regardless, Aof handles the transition between casual touch and Something More with expert precision. Unsurprising, considering his oeuvre.

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So we get absolutely my favorite touch moment to date in Episode 2 with the absolutely terrible secret handshake between two blind people. I love how Mhok is witness to this moment of excitement and friendship between Day and Aon, and that we are too. Because it shows us where Mhok currently stands in Day's hierarchy of relationships. Mhok at the beginning of Episode 2 is still an acquaintance, some dude they hired because he cursed the family out and read The Little Prince during his interview process. The cut scene between Mhok saying Day might not want to see him, and Aon and Day hugging and doing their stupid loser handshake (I love them) shows Mhok and the audience that Day does have joy within him, and that Day is starting to build friendship and connection within his new (read: blind) community. We won't know until a little later in the episode how much Day has been cutting himself off from his old life, but for the time being Mhok knows his place in Day's life.

And Aon picks up on the fact that there is *something* even if it is not necessarily romantic there between Mhok and Day, again not by seeing anything physical between them because a) Mhok and Day did not touch in front of Aon and b) Aon would not have been able to see it anyway. But instead calls out the fact that Day has never talked about a single one of his caregivers before. We know now (and definitely should know already) that Mhok is different from other people Day has engaged with since he started going blind. We just haven't had time for their relationship to mature.

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If I recall correctly, the first physical touch between Mhok and Day we get in Episode 2 is when Day accidentally touches Mhok's titty while searching for the eye drops. You can see Day recoil in shock a bit and he questions Mhok almost immediately as to why his shirt is off. Mhok is incredibly matter-of-fact in explaining that Day said he didn't like the smell of cigarettes, so he took his shirt off so as not to stink up Day's room (we can ignore the fact that he would still smell like cigs, but we ignore it For The Vine) and Day relaxes and makes some sort of annoyed comment. Again here, there is no romantic attraction in this rather intimate touch. I mean, this is Mhok's what? Second or third day? Mhok and Day barely know each other, Mhok is constantly fucking up the Whole Routine because he isn't communicating with Day about what Day's needs are, and here he is in his employer's room having his pec fondled. This is supposed to read as funny, and ultimately I think it does, but it doesn't read as romantic, and it definitely should not. What has Mhok done up to this point that would cause Day to have Genuine Romantic Feelings for him? Nothing.

photo from @moonchildridden

Again, the first hint that feelings may be approaching comes outside of the touch, with Mhok seeing how excited Day is to use those few precious seconds of better vision to watch his goldfish. And even moreso, it's not just the action that I think start the train rolling, but the conversation that Mhok has with Day where he asks if the goldfish is lonely. Mhok is able to con Day in to leaving his room by leveraging the health and safety of one of the few things Mhok has seen Day care about and connect with in the short time they've known each other. Day gets outside for the first time in god knows how long, to find that the jasmine is in bloom and to have a lovely conversation with Mhok about it. Mhok asks about Day's vision, how he sees, what he can see, and he tries to adapt to Day's necessary distance requirements. Day of course, has his head turned away and thus does not see Mhok coming in to Day's eyesight range, and bumps his nose against the top of Mhok's finger.

This little, accidental movement is one of my favorites of the episode, mostly because it opens up the conversation where Day asks what Mhok is doing and Mhok asks if Day wants to see his face. And this scene establishes exactly what I mean about timing as it relates to building sexual tension. Day ponders for a moment, the camera lingers on his face, the audience begins to feel like Day is caught off-guard, like maybe he does have some sort of crush on Mhok and he does want to see his face. Only for Day to break that tension right before it gets awkwardly long and tell Mhok he does not. This is closer to the shit that friends would pull. And thus we see that in a very quick period of time Mhok is becoming more important in Day's life as a waypoint. He is listening to Mhok, he has a slight bit of banter going with Mhok when they watch a movie, and even after Day fires Mhok (for the physical touches I will talk about next) Mhok's influence on Day's general day to day (haha) existence is clear in the fact that Day is sitting on the couch and trying to pick a movie entirely independently of anyone.

Things are starting to go smoothly, when Day's friends show up asking when he got back from America. Day panics at the unexpected arrival of friends who seem not to know about his condition, spills his popcorn, and falls to the floor, where he is desperately scrambling to get back on his feet and Get The Fuck Out. Mhok tries to help him up, but he's pretty quickly brushed off. This is the first time we see Day reject a touch from Mhok. Knowing what I know now about where we end up in Episode 3, I am realizing how important this entire scene (from Day tripping to Mhok getting fired) is for establishing a comparison point for change. Because the unwanted touch continues when Mhok breaks in to Day's room, also in a panic when Day is bathing.

gif by @btwinlines

We get such a juicy moment of Mhok and Day's trauma clashing with each other in a way that is unintentionally terrible all around. Day does not know about Mhok's backstory, Day does not know that by putting in his headphones and intentionally ignoring Mhok he is accidentally triggering Mhok regarding the death of his sister. Mhok knows that Day is upset, but only hears the room fall quiet, he does not know that Day is in the bathtub (read: naked) when he comes barging in. Again, to reference the post whoever it was made that talked about the rates of abuse/assault of disabled people by caregivers, this is a horrifically vunerable position that Day finds himself in. Mhok is far enough away from Day's range of vision for Day to see him immediately duck behind a wall to give Day privacy while he wraps himself in a towel. And before Day can really process what is happening, with both his emotions and Mhok's running high, Mhok is grabbing at Day's wrists to check them for cuts. A beautiful (and terrible) detail.

Personally, I do not think anyone's reaction to that situation is wrong, but it does give Day a second round of extremely uncomfortable and unwelcome touching from Mhok, when he's already escalated, and trying to process the fact that Mhok just barged in to his room while Day was naked and got a little peek. Here Day demonstrates that he does have autonomy, and that Mhok respects that autonomy with Day firing Mhok after two particularly awful physical interactions, and with Mhok not even saying a word in protest and just accepting his termination and leaving the house.

photo from @thescrumptiousstuffs

Now. Mhok isn't completely going out fighting, and Mhok I think has really started to realize that he cares for Day (even if he doesn't necessarily have feelings at this point) because of how badly he was triggered by Day falling silent. Mhok is a thoughtful person and respects Day's boundaries by sending Porjai to the house instead of going himself. Much to Day's chagrin, because the second the doorbell rings, you can see this hopeful look that maybe Mhok is going to walk through that door. Porjai hands Day the present Mhok bought him, and Mhok does hold the slippers close, but he relies heavily on his hands to feel the slippers to figure out what they are and what they look like. He knows immediately that Mhok has been paying attention and trying to get to know Day immediately because the slippers solve the problem Day has had with hitting his feet on furniture corners, and the slippers look like goldfish, one of the few things Day has seemed to care about since knowing Mhok.

Beyond the fact that I think Day already felt bad about what happened the other day and regrets firing Mhok, this really does demonstrate to Day that people still care about him, want to get to know him, and understand that adaptation is a constant in Day's new reality. But Mhok takes it further, by committing to the motherfucking bit to understand Day better.

Aside: I fucking *love* Aof for how often his stories focus on the overlooked or disenfranchised people, and I think that while it is going to be a feat for Last Twilight to become my favorite Aof piece considering how important Moonlight Chicken is to me, the backstories of Mhok and Day and the way they inform character decisions is perhaps my favorite of all of the shows I've seen of Aof's. I *love* the conversation that Mhok and Aon have where Aon says Day is scared of being looked at and judged by people, and how Mhok is like "why?" because he has spent the last year a visible criminal, trying to get a job, and being constantly rejected for exactly the reason he thinks. Mhok has spent so much time and energy over the last year trying to reintegrate himself in to society, while Day has spent so much time and energy over the last year trying to remove himself from society as completely as he can. Even if I am not sure that he believes it wholly, I do think Mhok understands that he isn't an inherently bad person because he was locked up, but that he is a victim of circumstance, and yet even reformed from his truancy past, Mhok found it impossible to get a job because people stopped caring about him as a person the second they saw his ankle monitor. Thus, Mhok knows exactly what it is like to be written off, to be abandoned, to be forgotten and I think it is for precisely those reasons that Mhok decides to spend the time and effort to understand the world that Day is living in.

The ankle monitor has served as an embarrassment for Mhok in such a way that I truly do not think Mhok is concerned about seeming like a complete and utter fool. And even so, he starts to understand the fear that Day is living with existing as a blind person in public, because Mhok is extremely used to seeing what people think of him without them having to say anything, and now he has no idea.

gif by @btwinlines

Which I think is a good segue in to the next physical touch we get, which is Day feeling Mhok's face in the marketplace after he asks Porjai to take him there. Again, the distance of the camera, the timing of the movement does not come off as romantic, at least to me. But it does come off as comfortable. I think Day is fucking with Mhok a little bit when he touches his face, and we don't actually acknowledge or get any conversation around the way Day has just demonstrated what it feels like to be touched without warning.

And YET AGAIN Aof has their bond strength not through touch, but through conversation. Because they aren't falling for each other yet, they are still learning about one another. And so they have a conversation where Mhok apologies and Mhok explains what he was trying to do and Mhok identifies what it is that makes Day so afraid of being in public. And we end Episode 2 with Mhok being re-hired as Day's caregiver. But wait!

Remember the last touch we get in Episode 1 is not a touch at all, it's Day taking his ID back from Mhok. Well, the last touch we get in Episode 2 is not a touch at all, it's Day throwing his hands to the sky on the back of Mhok's motorcycle and letting the wind hit his face. It's Day sitting on the complete opposite side of a glass tank, and using his moment of improved vision to catch a glimpse of Mhok. They aren't touching, yet we end the episode with the understanding that Day and Mhok have strengthened their relationship and are on the fast road to friendship. Personally, I feel like it is extremely responsible of Aof to not treat touching a blind person or having a blind person touch you as inherently romantic, and to have the more stomach swoopy moments come from actions and observations entirely devoid of touch. But, I'm not blind so I don't know how much something like that might actually matter to blind people who are engaging with this story.

Episode 3

IT IS TIME FOR FEELINGS!

There are so many physical touches in this episode. The first we get is Mhok unwrapping a bandage on Day's foot, with Day looking extremely at peace with the action. The second we get is Mhok kind of poking at Day and then jokingly moving to pick Day up when he refuses to start cleaning his room. Day doesn't seem like a person generally fond of man-handling, but you can tell very easily that Mhok is just fucking with Day because Day fucked with Mhok. We are witnessing friendship! Which persists throughout the entire episode. 

photo by @athousandbyeol

I like too that Mhok using the blindfold to better understand Day is not a one and done situation. Again there are a few friendly touch moments that do not at all read as romantic.Mhok steals Day’s sunglasses and is perfectly at peace with Day feeling up his face to try to see if the sunglasses Mhok is wearing are his; and when Mhok's hand envelopes Day's when they are trying to guess the shirts in Day's closet by feel alone. Day does not tense up, he doesn't suck in a breath, he doesn't really let that touch linger. He shakes it off quickly and is like "that's my hand". And again, as an aside (I hope this does not come across inappropriately but) I kinda like that Mhok is almost gamifying Day's blindness. What I mean by that is that Day and Mhok are engaging in friendly competition to see who can accurately guess the article of clothing. It seems like a great way to bring some joy and levity to helping Day get better at understanding his surroundings without the use of his vision.

I am an absolute sucker for couples in shows that have an established friendship beforehand. I don't mean friends to lovers necessarily, but too often in BLs I have noticed that romantic interests are only ever that and we don't get a lot of moments of stupidity, tomfoolery, and fun. So you better believe I was living my best life in the next physical touch scene when Day and Mhok are fighting with the dinosaur costumes on. And this is where the physical touches start to change, because we start without physical touch and end with it, where we have up until this point been ending every moment of connection and relationship progression ending without touch. 

gif by @raypakorn

For the dinosaur fight, we get the non-romantic, entirely platonic assistive touch of Mhok helping (poorly) to guide Day to the driveway (this fucker was so ready to wrestle he forgot to tell Day to mind the stairs at first lmfao). The actual point of connection starts with Mhok intentionally trying to dive out of the way of Day’s touch. And once again Mhok Day’s blindness to elevate a game between them, by clapping and then diving out of the way to try to avoid Day’s movements. But that avoidance of physical interaction very quickly devolves in to a wrestling embrace, laughing, having fun, and then settling on the ground to chat until Day hears his mother’s car and they run back inside to hide the evidence of childish glee. 

Day’s mother returns to find a very different Day from who she left, he’s out of his room, he’s eating in the dining room, he’s seeming much more confident in his ability to navigate around the house. And of course, she has to go and ruin the moment by pushing too quickly on a nerve about going back to school. Day wants to withdraw from school and he needs to go in person. 

Now. 

We have seen Day taking massive strides in his own healing process in the last few episodes because he is starting to ask for help when he needs it, and Mhok is getting better at caretaking because he is started to ask if Day wants help for certain tasks or if Day is going to do them himself, thus allowing Day to set his limitations. Knowing that Day is going in to school, he asks Mhok to help him fix up his hair, and we get the first of many more crush-level physical touches in the show. 

gif by @jimmysea

I’m not Thai, so forgive me if this is wrong, but I am pretty sure that in Thai culture the head is considered sacred and having people touch your head carries a significance that I do not think Western audiences really understand (speaking as a Western viewer). If this is indeed true, then the scene where Mhok is fixing Day’s hair gets even more intense, even when there is a clear change in Mhok’s view of Day from friendly to starting to see something more. Mhok even makes a comment about how Day is a stunner (or something) when his hair is done, and when Mhok asks Day if he likes it and Day returns the question, there is a pause that is not at all dissimilar to the pause Day had after Mhok asked him if Day wanted to know what Mhok looked like. 

But where the tension from Episode 2 when Mhok asks the question is broken in a way that makes it seem more like Day is just teasing, I don’t think Mhok’s deflection of “it’s alright” really returns the same level of dismissal. Because Mhok is starting to realize something about the way he is feeling for Day. 

We get the inside of the Thai subway for the first time in maybe ever? As Mhok and Day make their way to Day’s college. And thus the not-a-date-kind-of-a-date adventure begins. Day is clinging on to Mhok’s arm as they navigate on to the subway car, at which point Mhok breaks off from Day to try to ask for a seat for Day. But Day grabs him and pulls him back, choosing instead of hold on to Mhok’s arm. Like I have been saying, Aof has been doing a really great job at differentiating the types of touches, and up until this point, the more intimate touches between Mhok and Day, such as when Day feels Mhok’s titty in his bedroom or Mhok’s face at the market, don’t read as romantic, because Day is taking in information to supplement his vision. Similarly, the moments where Day is holding on to Mhok for assistance in environmental navigation, such as when Mhok helps guide Day to his professor’s office or helps him down the stairs the physical touch is matter-of-fact on both ends. 

photo by @athousandbyeol

But here, in the subway, we get the first instance of physical touch from an environmental navigation standpoint that reads more like a man who is developing a crush rather than Day just being guided…

…but that comes from Day, not from Mhok. Which I appreciate massively from the standpoint of ensuring that Mhok as the caretaker does not appear to be taking advantage of Day. In the subway, Day could have sat down, he didn’t need to stay standing, he didn’t need to continue holding on to  Mhok. But he chooses to do that. He chooses to keep his arm linked tightly with Mhok’s, he chooses to get a little flirty with Mhok when he says as long as Mhok stays close to him, that’s all Day needs. And we get the close up of Mhok and Day’s hands when Mhok moves to tap Day’s hand gently, and the shot lingers. Because things are starting to change.

I said in a previous reblog last week when Episode 3 came out that Aof does this really interesting thing in his direction and cinematography when characters share intimate moments, in that he breaks from his standard visual format. The lighting often changes, the camera isn’t held as steady, the moments are zoomed in much closer than we are used to. We get it with Heart and Li Ming playing that spider game with their fingers the night that Li Ming sleeps over and we get it in the subway when Day stumbles slightly and swallows hard, embarrassed and avoiding eye contact while Mhok looks at Day kind of fondly. 

gif by @taeminie

So we see the spark in the subway and then watch that spark begin to catch when they end up in the dressing room together. Day and Mhok both establish that they have never been in a dressing room with another person to cut the tension and nerves a bit. Afterall, this is the first time that we’ve seen where Mhok is getting up close and personal with Day’s partially nude body, when they are both calm, collected, and not amidst a panic attack about a potential medical emergency. No one is feeling violated, no one is feeling scared, no one is having their privacy forcibly removed from them. But that makes them all that more aware of how they are feeling, physically, when they are touching and being touched. 

And we get a secondary Aof Camerawork Moment where the style of shot changes and we get that gorgeous zoom in on Mhok’s hands and Day’s chest when Mhok helps Day back in to his shirt. And isn’t it wonderful that the most sensual and intimate moment that we have seen from Mhok and Day so far is putting Day’s clothes back on? 

gif by @wanderlust-in-my-soul

Check out @btwinlines’ post about this scene.

Day and Mhok continue their day, find the Last Twilight book, and are hanging about the market where Mhok leaves Day standing against a pole while he runs to grab a drink. As a result, we get a bombardment of physical touch, the most overwhelming to date because Day is getting just absolutely shunted around, bumping elbows and shoulders with the people at the market with no idea of where he is or where he is going. And this is where we really get an understanding of how terrible physical touch can be when you don’t have any bearing of your surroundings and can’t see where people are coming from or anticipate contact. 

We got a scene in Episode 1 where we see how dangerous being blind has the potential to be, but Day isn’t being touched by anybody at that point until he is pulled off the street by Mhok. But this time while Day does have a moment where he is in more physical danger because he stumbles on to the street, he is relatively much more safe getting lost in the marketplace than when he ran out on to the street in Episode 1, cause the few cars that are present are moving slow and know to be looking out for pedestrians. Day is grabbed and directed by random strangers who are trying to help him and kind of just…drag him along until he is out of the street when he is visibly panicking and then just…left on the side of the road with an offhanded statement from strangers that he is “safe now” and they just…leave him alone and continue on their way. Even there, with a helpful touch, there is no safety or comfortability in Day’s posture, he is not calmed by hearing that he is safe. Which serves as a really great comparison point for how comfortable Day has pretty much always been with Mhok (minus the one moment of severe dysregulation after being surprised by his friends and then by Mhok when Day was buck ass naked). 

Especially when compared to the relief that just rushes through Day’s body when he and Mhok are reunited and they embrace. 

AND LIKE OKAY, CAN I GO ON A BRIEF TANGENT TO TALK ABOUT THE PINK SHIRT? 

gif by @tomystars

You know how in a lot of romances you get that moment where you get the like, love at first sight thing? Time slows down, one half of the romantic pair picks the other half of the romantic pair out of the crowd? WE GET THAT HERE, WITH THE BLIND CHARACTER BEING THE ONE WHO PICKS THE FUTURE LOVE INTEREST OUT OF THE CROWD. 

The pink shirt is brilliant, and I love how it both acts as an anchor point for Day who is able to calm down upon seeing it, and not panic or freak out when being grabbed and embraced by Mhok after having a decently traumatic experience with physical touch just minutes before while also reaffirming that Mhok is learning and internalizing the adaptations he needs to incorporate in to his own life to make Day’s daily life easier and more accessible. Mhok understands how Day’s vision functions, he remembers that Day has said he could see that shirt from Mars it’s so bright, and he provides an in for Day to maintain his autonomy by making it possible for Day to potentially see Mhok before Mhok sees Day. 

ANYWAY

@athousandbyeol

The embrace they share when Day and Mhok are reunited is not charged, is not romantic, at least not to me. But what it does show is how much care Day and Mhok have for each other, how quickly their friendship is developing, and the safe spaces these two will find in the other. Day calms so quickly the second he and Mhok are touching, as soon as he has an anchor. And he won’t let go of Mhok either. 

Aof and co have been playing well with dichotomies, here, a situation that pulls Day and Mhok physically apart ends up bringing them emotionally closer together. It is clear that Day does not blame Mhok for what happened, even if Mhok was gone much longer than anticipated, and that is affirmed by Day defending Mhok to his mother when she questions Mhok’s caretaking skills and holds his criminal record over his head. 

And, let’s not forget, this is just writing about the physical touch, this post does not discuss whether or not the lack of touch is important. I wrote a decent chunk of this in the airport without wifi, so I could only talk about physical touch from memory, I didn't rewatch anything like I normally do, so apologies if I missed stuff.

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

Anti-destiel Wank (sorry but I have to)

If you hardcore ship Destiel, please just scroll on by. Please.

Ok, I'm gonna get myself in trouble, I'm sure, but I gotta get this off my chest...

Destiel may be a perfectly fine ship,

but,

IT'S JUST A SHIP.

In the actual context of the show there IS NO ROMANTIC OR SEXUAL TENSION/RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN DEAN AND CAS.*

Full fucking stop.

Subtext can be interpreted in ANY WAY YOU WANT. It is subjective. You will find whatever you look for in it. Please stop waving subtext interpretations around as if they were objective facts, they aren't. Subtext, by its very definition, relies on implied meaning and understanding, this means it is a subjective interpretation of the media that varies from viewer to viewer. The inherent variations are what make it fanon/headcanon instead of canon.

If you see tension of that sort there and it makes you happy to postulate the what if, then go ahead, that is what fanon and head canon and fan fiction is all about. But if the fact that the tension you think you see isn't being addressed in actual canon makes you grumpy, maybe you need to take some of the fanatic out of your fanning. If you are beginning to think the show creators are actively trying to repress Dean's "true sexuality and feelings" because they are evil, you might need to consider that you've dug in too deep.

Because, like I ship wincest. Yeah, I said it. But I am aware that canon doesn't actually include any level of sexual or romantic (in the modern sense) relationship between Sam and Dean. Wincest is not canon.

Now, are Sam and Dean the real "love" story of the show? Yes, yes they are. That has always been 100% the entire point of Supernatural, the great love story of two brothers struggling to save the world together. It's about family and everything that means, but at its heart, it is about Sam and Dean WInchester. Not all kisses and cuddles and sex kind of love, but love nonetheless. Full stop.

Now, the fact that Destiel is such a popular ship is not surprising to me in the least. Jensen and Misha are two gorgeous guys who share a lot of chemistry on screen and off. And, it is canon that Cas loves Dean. That has been evident since Lazarus Rising (4x01) when Cas was introduced. Castiel's love of Dean Winchester has been his character's main motivation all along and culminated with Cas sacrificing himself to save Dean, after telling him that he loved him in Despair (15x18)

But Dean's main motivation has always been to watch out for his brother. And though Castiel became Dean's best friend, he still comes second to Sam. Nothing against Cas, he just isn't Sam.

So why are so many people so absolutely convinced that Destiel is so real within the context of the story?

Well, I'm pretty sure that it is the same reason that they are so opposed to the idea of wincest.

As we all know, incest is bad, mmmkay? Incest is probably one of the biggest, strongest, cultural taboos we have. So it makes perfect sense that the idea of two blood-related brothers having sexual or romantic feelings for each other is considered icky. It's so off putting that it is a complete no go for even fantasizing about for most people. And that's probably a good thing, tbh, incest should be taboo. But where does that taboo spring from? Why is it so deeply off limits? There are several reasons, but the two main ones are:

That incest can lead to inbreeding.

That incest too often involves molestation or rape of children.

Both of these are seriously bad enough that we all pretty much collectively agree to avoid incestuous relationships. But, do either of these two reasons really apply in the case of Sam and Dean?

The short answer is no. Primarily this is because they are fictional characters that are being played by unrelated actors. But to humor the objectors we'll look at it closer.

We can take the first one right off the table. As two cis men, neither of them is capable of becoming pregnant, so outside of the mpreg (male pregnancy) or gender bending subsets of fanfic tropes, this is not applicable.

The second reason only becomes an issue when talking about the characters earlier in their lives, pre-show or flashbacks. Weecest or teencest, or whatever, are things, but these typically have separate ship names for a reason, because even when dealing with fictional characters this squicks a lot of folks who are otherwise down with the wincest ship. So most content is tagged or labeled as its specific flavor, so anyone can find it or avoid it. But wincest that involves adult Sam and Dean (the specific pairing I'm referring to in this post) doesn't apply to the second reason listed above.

So there really is nothing morally wrong with Sam and Dean having sex with each other. I know that statement is going to bother a whole lot of people, but it is true. Just because something is taboo does not automatically make it morally wrong. Being gay used to be taboo in our culture, and is still taboo for way too many people, even though there is nothing morally wrong with homosexuality.

Now, I wasn't in the fandom back at the beginning of the show, but I've heard tell that the very first Sam/Dean fic was posted just a few hours after the pilot episode aired. A few hours, that's all it took for some highly motivated fan to type out a story where they were more than just brothers. The story is called Reunion. If you watch the pilot, even with your anti-incest goggles on, the chemistry between Jared and Jensen is palpable throughout. There is a reason the show lasted for 15 years, and that reason is that Sam and Dean just work on screen so well together. So if it only took one episode for that ship to be born, what did all the future destiel shippers do? Well I imagine they felt somewhat uncomfortable for the first 60 episodes.

Flash forward to season four and the introduction of Castiel. Finally there was another male character for fans squicked by the notion of sweet, sweet brother loving to focus on! Cas was clearly fixated on Dean more than Sam, which followed the plot since Cas had been instructed to rescue Dean from Hell. As it would turn out, the brothers were destined to be the meatsuits that Michael and Lucifer wore to the big prize fight to determine the fate of the world. Prepping Sam for Lucifer involved him consuming demon blood, which made most of the angelic host view him as an abomination, a factor that Cas had to learn to get past in his relationship with the younger brother. But Dean was ready to go right out of the box, no assembly required for Michael. Castiel, and many of his angelic brethren, as well as a lot of Demons, seem to be drawn to Dean in a way that they just aren't drawn to Sam. Is this fair? Hell no. But I mean, look at him! Jensen has sexual tension with literally everything he comes in contact with, people, food, his car, the man oozes sexual attraction. Don't get me wrong, Jared is a sexy fucking ball of sunshine, and our Sammy is a damned attractive man, but he tends to be more repressed and less openly sexual than his brother, so it is what it is.

Where was I going with this? That's a good question. I got a bit distracted, sorry. Oh right...

At its root, destiel is a reactive projection. There is undeniable tension between characters in the show. Since all of the main cast are male, that tension is highly homoerotic. The two main characters, who are undeniably emotionally enmeshed and co-dependent with each other (a very well established canon fact btw), happen to be blood-related brothers. Oh no! Where is all that tension coming from since we cannot admit or accept that it's coming from them? Ah ha! Here is a new male character that we like, yes, it is obviously coming from his interactions with one of the brothers, even though he wasn't in the first 60 episodes. Yes, it all makes perfect sense now, all that tension was merely foreshadowing.

I've read through all the destiel subtext posts. I've gone back and watched all the scenes they reference multiple times with the express purpose of finding destiel. I'm telling you it is just a fanon ship. Which is 100% fine and good, ship that ship, just stop declaring it more canon than canon, because it's not.

And if you don't like fictional incest, cool, cool, you don't have to. But the underlying sexual tension existed in the first 60 episodes prior to Misha being cast on the show, so it was coming from somewhere. And it'd be cooler if you learned how to scroll past people shipping wincest, like I'm sure you do for all the other weirdass, squicky shit that people post all over the internet. But if it makes your heart beat a little faster to imagine that Dean and Cas have eyesex but that Dean and Sam don't, that's fine. I think it's delusional because neither ship is actually canon and both are 100% A-Ok in fanon, and honestly Jensen doesn't seem to be able to control his eyes, which is not something anyone should feel bad about (it's fucking marvelous) but you do you.

*Castiel does love Dean. He confessed as much, but Dean did not reciprocate. What I am referencing is a mutual romance or attraction, which does not exist.

[wxnheart]

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

note: I'm expanding on what I call my Just Be series (which started with König/Just Kingly Things) and what better way to do that than to do one for Babygurl? heads up, this list touches on some sensitive subjects, too. hope y'all enjoy it!

Ghost vividly remembers his father’s words, spurred by misery and an alcoholic rage. He remembers the times when the wretched bastard would tell him that he was unlovable and would amount to absolutely nothing. And surprise, surprise, Simon believes believed this.

He remembers his mother’s smile, strained and… and lifeless. He can count on one hand the number of times it reached her eyes. It was never around his father.

Simon also thinks of his brother, anxiety and tension fueling their fights; they fought each other because they couldn’t fight anyone else. Not the ones they wanted to fight, that is.

Ghost remembers the day when he took matters into his own hands and stood up to their father. He remembers the abject fear in the miserable fuck’s eyes and finally—

He remembers the hopeful smile his mother gave him later. He remembers seeing the tension and stress literally leave his brother’s body.

Even if he didn’t show it often, Simon was damn proud to see his family’s life turn around for the better. Simon remembers his brother pledging his life and love to new his sister-in-law. He remembers swallowing a bitter pill to support him and the singular thought running through his mind the entire time: ‘Where’s my happiness?’

And despite his upbringing, Ghost is very much a marriage-minded individual (to his surprise). You’d be forgiven for thinking otherwise because he keeps to himself.

A relationship with Simon is best described as a slow burn. Your attraction to him would be more apparent than his desire for you. Simon would be extremely hesitant in the beginning to pursue you for a plethora of reasons, the main one being a hidden fear that he’ll turn out like his father. He internalized every single thing the miserable shit told him. A close second one is, well, his profession. He figures that not many people can stomach the things he’s seen and done. Gotta have a certain strength of will to deal with everything that comes with him. You have to have patience as well.

You’re up for the challenge but Simon is still skeptical hence why your relationship with him will develop fairly slowly. Funnily enough, Soap will be your wingman and biggest supporter because the way he sees it, Ghost is just as deserving of love and happiness as the next person even if he thinks he isn’t.

And yeah, Ghost can give credit where it’s due. There are a lot of things he’s learned about himself thanks to you.

For starters, he’s learned that he’s a much more territorial person than he thought. Simon remembers the way his father would do his damnedest to hoard his mother’s attention and he does his best not to do that with you.

It’s hard to make him laugh but he always finds the sides of his mouth quirking whenever you tell a shitty joke. From anyone else, he wouldn’t be impressed but you… yeah. Offbeat humor suits you. It doesn’t hurt to chuckle after all.

When you first called him handsome, something new, something different aside from all the bullshit insults hurled at him or Ghost or Simon, he was immediately on edge if only because he’d never felt so… flattered before. Yeah, that’ll take some getting used to but he’d be a fucking liar if he didn’t think your compliments made his day. Or that he feels some type of way when you compliment someone else.

You two can agree to disagree. Civilly, might I add, and without the theatrics. What better way to pacify a mean fuck than to agree with everything they said, even when it was loud and wrong? Simon’s glad to not have to walk on eggshells, to realize that there can be peace even in the midst of conflict.

He can never forget the joy in your eyes that day when you two crossed that bridge and made your relationship official (“About damn time, Lt.” “Shut up, Johnny.”). You’re practically glowing and he allows himself to feel, to believe that he’s everything his father said he’d never be. You hug him tightly and yeah, Simon figures he’ll be just fine.

Your smile reaches your eyes and he thinks he’s found his happiness after all.

Just Ghostly things, amirite?

[aphroditelovesu]

Can you write for yandere Criston Cole and yandere Harwin Strong ?

❝🐉 lady l: of course, anon! I'm really in love with these two characters and since it wasn't specified, I decided to make a short and quick hc of them as a romantic!yandere, I hope it's ok! If you want to request something else, feel free!! Sorry for any mistakes I missed :)

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, jealousy, mention of murder, a little of fluffly too 'cause i want to.

Ser Criston Cole

Criston Cole is the very definition of the word loyal, like a loyal dog that will follow you around like a loving and well-mannered puppy. He is very loving towards his darling, he wants to make you feel like the most sublime being that ever existed. Because to him, you are that and much more and he will make you love every part of yourself, even the ones you don't like.

He is a natural stalker, wherever you are he will be there. It's a little scary honestly how much this man knows about you, even the things you don't remember from your own childhood Criston somehow knows. There's nothing about you he doesn't know, Cole can find out all of your secrets and he might get upset if you try to keep something from him.

You are soulmates, right? There's no reason for you to try to hide anything from him. There are no secrets between you, you never need to feel embarrassed in front of him, he is a very understanding lover and will try to help you in any way he can. Just say their name and they won't bother you anymore. Do you need comfort in the middle of the night? Criston will be holding you in his arms and trying to comfort you. Weird cravings? He will fulfill them. Anything you ask is yours. Just ask and Criston will get it for you.

One of his favorite couple activities is the simplest of all: you lying naked on top of him while you talk about something. It may sound strange, but Criston loves the feel of your bare chest against his. He likes it because you are vulnerable and on trusting him and completely oblivious to the dark truth about your lover, you don't know what's going on in his head and he's grateful for that. Criston doesn't want you to be afraid of him, in fact that is his biggest fear. He must love and protect you at all times, you need never fear him.

You never have to be afraid of him, Criston would rather kill himself than allow himself to harm you. He would never, under any circumstances, be able to lift a finger to hurt you. Hurting you would be the same as hurting himself, you are everything to him, his life, the reason for his entire existence and he can't live without you anymore. If anything were to happen to you, Criston will be even more ruthless and violent, than he already is, in getting his revenge, and after getting it, he would kill himself. Not even death can separate you.

He is very jealous, getting to be possessive many times and he doesn't even feel guilty about it. And why should he? You belong to each other, he should not hesitate to defend your love. He will be violent and not discreet at all, showing jealousy of you and it is very possible that it will end in someone's death. He just wants you all to himself. Is that too much to ask? Criston wants so badly to be the only one to be able to look at you, see your beautiful smile and be gifted with your presence. You have no idea how much he wants to steal you.

There are many flaws in him that make him a complicated person to deal with, but if there's one thing that makes him literally docile and controlled, it's you. He will get into fights and kill many, but if you ask him not to, Criston will be on his knees in a matter of seconds, asking your forgiveness for going too far. Please don't hate him, he just can't control his yandere impulses for you. Every bit of common sense he has left is thrown to the side when you are in danger or are being harassed by someone and he is lost in his withering rage. But you need to know one thing about him, Criston will never hurt or harm you. He will only be happy if you are happy and, as his loyal knight, Criston Cole will make sure you are happy with him.

''You and I belong together. We were always meant to be together and we will be together forever and ever. You have no choice.''

Ser Harwin Strong

Harwin Strong is a perfect lover, he is everything you dream of in a loving relationship. He has his soft side that is only shown to you, he is so gentle when he touches you and loves to shower you with kisses and caresses all over your body. He worships you, idolizes you like a goddess/god and he is your most faithful follower, everything about you must be worshipped, from the ground you walk on to the roots of your hair. You are so perfect for him.

He is overprotective of you and your relationship, no one else is allowed in and he will get quite irritated if anyone tries to ''warn you about him''. As if Harwin could hurt you, you know you can trust him blindly, he would never do anything to harm or hurt you, he'd rather die than do something like this to you. Nothing and no one can hurt you as long as he's by your side. He promises you that.

There is nothing in this world that can hurt you and get away with it. Harwin isn't known as Breakbones for no reason, although he may be all love and affection towards you, he still has a murderous and dangerous side on him that kicks in when you're involved. All threats to your life will be quickly dealt with, he wants you to be able to sleep well at night without you feeling scared, and even if you still do, don't worry, Harwin will be there to comfort you. He will always be by your side, hugging you tightly, stroking your hair gently and drying any tears that come up. He will never leave you alone.

He absolutely loves holding you in his arms like you're a helpless princess, it's so adorable to see you curled up against his chest. Any chance to hug you that comes on his way he will take the chance. Some might consider it silly, but having you in his strong arms calms him down, you can calm his nerves and make him so vulnerable, his guard down as he allows himself to be wrapped up in the embrace, and he knows you will be safe while you're with him. If you and him are both naked that's even better, but in this case, it won't just end in a hug.

You can trust him with anything, literally anything, there are no limits to Harwin's obsession with you. Ask him anything, please ask, and he will be more than happy to comply with your wishes and demands. Strong wants to be your confidant, the only person you can trust, and he is your confidant, best friend and lover. He would gladly sacrifice himself for you, nothing matters more than your genuine happiness and although it will hurt him if the only way you can be happy is without him by your side then he will have to accept it. Even if it destroys him from the inside, you continuing to smile is the only thing he hopes and wants. He will still take care of you and protect you from a distance, so please keep smiling at him.

Harwin is jealous and possessive, many times when he gets jealous he becomes violent, but not with you, but with whoever made him jealous. He won't regret beating someone to death, they deserved it, but he will feel bad if you're upset that he killed someone, in which case Strong will apologize and try to make amends with you. He won't feel any kind of guilt, but he will be upset and even irritated if you fight him over an asshole which just makes him sure they deserved the death they got. Harwin gets jealous so easily it's ridiculous but he can't help it, he hates seeing someone too close to you. Why do others not understand that you are his? Can't you see he's furious about these interactions? Well, maybe he has to be tougher on marking you as his.

It can be quite complicated and even problematic to get involved with someone like Harwin Strong because of his violent and jealous nature, but his strengths are greater than his faults. His fierce loyalty to you and the way he cares for and protects the ones he loves, you. He would never cheat on you or purposefully hurt you, he is wholly yours and always has been, everything about him belongs to just you and no one else. He tries to control himself with his murderous impulses and he succeeds most of the time, but if he's provoked he won't have any control because that's just the way he is. Strong wants to be the best for you and he is always trying to impress you in every way and all he wants in return is your love. Harwin Strong will love you in the most intense and dangerous way, but it's a sincere and deep love that can never be erased.

''I just want to see you happy, make you happy. I want to be the best for you. I want to love you until the day I die. I swear never to hurt you.''

[ofsappho]

treehouse chapter 33

Dream of the Endless | Lord Morpheus x reader pregnancy fic

Johanna Constantine comes bearing drinks and hard truths (ao3 link here if you prefer to read there)

Trouble finds you a couple days later in the form of a dark-eyed magician in a stunning white coat, twice as lovely as the Devil and three times more mischievous.

“Knock knock, princess,” Johanna Constantine declares as she raps her scarred knuckles against the open door of your bedchamber.

You were hoping for company - not Morpheus’s, but perhaps Matthew to giggle over Morpheus’s habit of making an ass out of himself, or Lucienne to show you another book or open another archive in the great library for you…

But you had not yet had the opportunity to talk to Johanna since her dramatic entrance into the throne room and the various things that happened after. “Johanna!” You greet her, trying to suppress the blush in your cheeks as you recall what all did happen after you last saw her.

It’s not her fault that Dream chases you into your thoughts even when he’s not present.

She hugs you tightly and her long hair tickles your nose. “M’glad to see you’re still…” Johanna’s gaze darts to your messy hair and your skin warm with living blood and something like relief settles across her face.

Johanna’s chest rises and falls with breath the same way yours does. No one else in the Dreaming inhales. “Still me?” They have no need of it, of course, but it unnerves you all the same, highlighting even further the deep sense of wrongness that you do not belong here.

Even as you find reasons why you might want to stay.

Johanna smiles crookedly, showing a chipped tooth and another encased in gold. Another comfortingly human thing about her. “Still you. And as lovely as ever. Let me in, hm? We should talk.”

The bottle in her left hand is marked by a hand-drawn label and contains some sort of wicked-looking clear liquid that sloshes with a different viscosity from water.

“Over a bottle of Kentucky moonshine?”

Johanna pulls another bottle out of her coat with her right hand. “And some sparkling apple cider for you and the wee one.”

“How’d you know? I didn’t think I was showing that much…” You murmur, instinctively resting a protective hand over your mostly-normal stomach. Only you and Morpheus had truly been able to tell the difference between the soft curves of your body before and slight additional roundness now.

“Please, love. The whole supernatural world has been buzzing about what sort of mess Dream of the Endless is in now.” Johanna raises a finely arched eyebrow. “Or if you will, who Dream of the Endless is in now,” She quips with a smirk.

You brace yourself against the doorway, your knees suddenly feeling weak. “Gross! Blegh. So everyone…” You trail off. Your face is cold and pale. Mortification thrums through you like you’re a guitar string being plucked and played with.

“Is paying attention to you? Well, when two Endless go head to head over the life of a puny mortal like you, who can blame the lot?” Johanna replies with no small degree of pity. “Morpheus and one of the Others had some sort of fight not more than two weeks ago. The Fair Folk are notorious gossips, and demons even more so. I put the pieces together from there.”

No doubt the various dreams, nightmares, spirits, and whatnot have less regard for privacy compared to your fellow humans.

You’re nothing to them, after all. A blip in the great immortal life of Dream of the Endless. A few seconds in the grand scheme of time.

You sigh and step back from the doorway, allowing Johanna entry to your room.

It must have been the biggest joke in the known universe, and all at the expense of your ignorance. “It feels like I’m the only one who never got the news.” There are countless myths written mocking mortals who attempt to consort with gods, are there not? You fear that one day, your life will join the ranks of those stories.

Johanna’s face sours, her eyes glinting with a rage that makes you want to put a few paces between you and her. “He’s a right tosser for that one, love,” She mutters under her breath.

As Johanna holds out the sparkling apple cider for you to take, she unscrews the top of her Kentucky moonshine with her teeth and takes a swig so prolonged that it’s a miracle she doesn’t choke. When Johanna comes back up for air, her cheeks are reddened and her eyes are as jovial and friendly as usual. “Bottoms up,” She says, gesturing to your own bottle.

You gesture silently to the cap and she pries it off with her teeth again, spitting the metal out into some remote corner of your bedchamber for the dreams that tidy up your space to find.

The acrid scent of alcohol carries across the room, making you wrinkle your nose as you try to suppress the faintest pangs of nausea.

Some of the apple cider helps settle your stomach to the point that you’re confident you won’t vomit if you open your mouth. “I bet this melodrama must seem so ridiculous to you,” You say softly, bowing your head and contemplating the dark green glass bottle in your hand. A warped distortion of your face looks back at you. “Johanna Constantine, great magician and legendary exorcist. I’ve done some research of my own.”

You sneak another wary glance at her bottle, then back again at Johanna getting well on her way to sloshed with an ease that speaks of habit.

Drunkenness in yourself and others stopped being amusing a long time ago. Probably around the first time you had to mop your mother’s vomit off the floor. But at least you can manage a drunkard. It’s a regular sized task, not a Herculean feat involving things humans have no business being involved in. And here in the Dreaming - the only thing that could hurt you is Morpheus.

“And human. Can’t forget that bit. That’s the most important part,” Johanna replies.

In spite of her inebriation, you soften the tiniest bit to Johanna. Even you lost sight of that when you found out her reputation, and the reputation of her illustrious family.

“While I can’t say I was expecting for you to pop up, especially not in the throne room, it’s nice to see a friendly face.” You truly mean the sentiment, and some of the built up tightness in your chest at being in this confusing dimension for as long as you have eases in Johanna Constantine’s company.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t more… forthcoming when we first met. Was hopin’- perhaps foolishly- you’d have the good sense to leave this world well alone. I see now that was futile.” Johanna means it too. Her good intentions and resulting regret practically flow off her words. Silently, Johanna makes another dent in her liquor bottle, this time out of a misplaced sense of guilt.

“No need to apologize. You helped plenty. I would’ve never known otherwise. Morpheus was fixing to drag this out as long as he could, maybe until the end of my life. I merely forced his hand.” You have to stop and laugh at the irony of it all - the choices other people have made for you to try and stop you from knowing, and how they were futile in the end.

All for nothing besides pain, grief, and betrayal. For you and him, and you, your family that you miss desperately, and Johanna.

The otherworldly beauty of your surroundings pales in comparison, unable to enchant your feelings away.

Johanna stares at you for a long moment before holding her hand out.

Next thing you know, she’s hugging you and you’re crying into the collar of her jacket that smells like laundry detergent and cigarette smoke. It’s hard to explain how a virtual stranger makes you feel so safe. You miss your friends so desperately and if you concentrate enough, you can pretend Willow is the one hugging you. Humans are pack animals, after all.

When you finally let go, Johanna presses the bottle of cider into your hand from where you had set it down on the floor. “Magical bullshit has a habit of taking innocent people, chewing them up, and spitting them out broken and unrecognizable. Dream of the Endless is the last being on this Earth or any others who should be given a gift such as yourself to care for,” She says with iron-clad conviction.

So Johanna’s grievances are deeply personal, then. “Tell me. Tell me what he did to you,” You ask, even though a small part of you doesn’t want to know.

For the first time since you’ve met her, the dark haired magician hesitates. Her face pales and she presses her lips together in a thin, tense line. In the absence of Johanna’s words, you guide her to sit with you in a pair of upholstered chairs in a small room adjoining your bedroom, a fancy reception salon of sorts.

Johanna takes her jacket off and folds it over the back of the chair before dropping heavily into the seat. “Not so much what he did to me. It’s what he did to Rachel.” She scrubs her face with a hand, drawing your attention to the dark bags under her eyes and the stress lines in her forehead.

Johanna tells you everything. The sand won from a demon, the kind woman who’s sweetness singed Johanna’s skin, how Johanna ran from Rachel’s sunlit eyes because all she’s ever known is fighting, not living. In her hurry to break that bond, she left every possession behind.

That is until Morpheus burst into Johanna’s life looking for that sand, a tall pillar of shadow and starlight who brought only destruction with him. And then the end. 

“I’m so sorry. I- I don’t know what to say.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. You hunch slightly, crossing your arms over your stomach, holding back a reflexive apology for Morpheus’s actions. Not to justify why you care for him, but because his hurts have somehow become your own. You bear his guilt.

“Do you know what it felt like to find her there? Not so much broken as she was… disintegrating. Rotting. His magic rotted her from the inside out. Morpheus’s sand left nothing of Rachel behind. She was a fuckin’ wraith,” Johanna spits out venomously. She’s too drunk to stand so she slumps even further into her chair, a tear gathering in the corner of her bloodshot eyes as she stares at the ornate ceiling.

Johanna roughly rubs it away with the long sleeve of her tight, plain charcoal black shirt. “I share most of the blame, of course. If it hadn’t been for me, for bringing the sand into her life and then abandoning her… Rachel would still be alive. There’s many, many people who would still be alive if not for my magic and I.” Her gaze flickers to you, bright with pain, as if she sees all of her ghosts stand shoulder to shoulder with you.

She takes another drink and the burning smell of alcohol grows like a specter haunting her narrative.

The bottle is halfway done. “You’re like Rachel. You’re innocent. I can fuckin’ smell the goodness coming off of you.” She’s so, so angry. “You’ve done nothing wrong and here you are. Tangled up in the supernatural, the enemy of one Endless and the obsession of another, your life forever changed. Because of one god and his carelessness and his urgent need to get his dick wet,” Johanna finishes in a mumble, her expression marred with bitterness.

“Johanna… Tell me about the others,” You urge.

“You know, I spend so much time watching good people die, and then drinking so I can forget about the sounds they made as they died, that I sometimes forget how perceptive sobriety can make you. Her name was Astra. Astra Logue.”

Your chest suddenly feels weighed down, like something’s squeezing your heart. Maybe it’s the hormones. “Astra’s a pretty name for a girl. Unique.” 

Johanna wipes her nose on the edge of her sleeve, and then rubs away the tear tracking down her cheek. “And she was just a girl when she died. When I- I killed her. Just as Dream should’ve safeguarded his corrupting sand from Rachel, kept it from ever hurting her, I should’ve protected Astra. I thought, in my hubris, that it was an easy thing to fight a demon. Summon another demon, they cancel each other out, I win. Astra survives.” 

“But it didn’t work out like that.”

Johanna shakes her head and you just… shatter. A sob builds in the back of your throat. You hold it down as this is not your grief, not your place to mourn.

“It didn’t. And she lost- Astra lost her soul. Do you understand? Her soul. My demon, that I brought into this plane, dragged her soul to Hell. I have to live with that for the rest of my days, knowing there’s a little girl being tortured from here ‘till eternity because of my mistakes. You think there’s blood on my hands? Dream of the Endless is absolutely covered in it.”

You could not be more bereft if you had been the one to birth Astra, to raise her, love her, and braid her hair everyday before school. And to know what happened to this little girl you never even met, to know that she’s in pain that will never end and no one can save her from it, no one is there to comfort Astra and tell her it will be alright…

Will it be your baby that pays the price next? You’re an adult. You know the risks of being here and with Morpheus. You consented. But bringing an unborn child into this-

Is that something you can live with on your conscience?

“Mortals and immortal things should never mix. It’s our lives they play with, and we alone suffer the consequences.” Johanna turns away from you for privacy to compose herself. Her dark red painted nails fiddle with the St. George medallion hanging around her neck, sliding it up and down the chain.

You let the quiet stand uninterrupted. A moment of silence for Astra Logue and Rachel.

Johanna breaks it first. The grief has passed and she can breathe freely now. “What are you thinking right now, love?” She asks. Her eyes are dry, if a little red still.

You’re struck by the strength that radiates off of her. The sheer force of her presence envelops her like armor. Her limbs are strung with sharpened steel, not ordinary flesh and bone.

“Can I be honest?” For all that she’s given you to think about, you know yourself. Your compass has always been pointed due North.

“By all means.” Her dark eyes are as warm as a cup of hot tea.

“I love him. I can’t not love him. I’ve tried. But I… I will never be anything other than myself. I want you to know that. You don’t have to protect me. You can forgive yourself for Astra and Rachel. I absolve you, Johanna.”

Your words pierce through her armored countenance sharper than an arrow.

“He’s not going to chew me up and spit me out. I swear it. Thank you for coming for me. Thank you for helping me to understand. He wronged Rachel and who knows who else, I don’t doubt that for one second.” You reach out to gently rest your hand on Johanna’s arm. Her body temperature runs hotter than you expect.

You have to blink away the memory of cool skin warmed by the heat of your skin and eyes the color of ice and blue flame, all at the same time. “But I’ve walked away from him before. My liberty is my beginning and end. You know when you get frostbitten, and you lose your extremities first because your body agrees to sacrifice anything to keep your organs alive? Like that. That’s how I fight, to the very last cell. If I decide to stay here, that decision will be made freely and without duress.”

Her gaze searches you for any small fracture or chipping paint in your resolve. She finds no such weakness.

“My goal was that I might convince you to walk away. But I understand. Though I won’t force you from here unwillingly, I also know you’re not here willingly.” Johanna raises one of her dark eyebrows knowingly. She’s seen this before, perhaps, seen countless other humans walk deeper into the abyss instead of returning to safer shores.

Who are you to flout convention? “I’m not, unfortunately. I wish we could’ve met again under better circumstances.” The pressure on your chest lightens as you take in Johanna’s soft, proud smile, despite how badly she wants to disapprove, and how the stress lines that signal her burdens disappear when she thinks of softer things. Like you.

It gives you pause. Perhaps in another world, another time, another universe…

Or perhaps not, as long as there were dreams to be had in those alternate realities and a dark haired lord to dream of.

Her brow furrows. “Don’t you worry. You can’t get rid of me that easily. I’m bound by honor to fight for you. To protect you, so you can truly decide if this is what you want. You’re not alone here. I will be your sword,” Johanna declares. She’s a knight with dented, tarnished armor, sure, but a knight all the same.

You’re simply unsure if you’re in need of rescue. “I don’t want you to get hurt. Not over me,” You tell her. 

“You think I can’t hold my own against him? Really? Love, I’m hurt, crushed. You’ve wounded me with your doubt,” Johanna quips, dramatically holding her hand to her chest with a fake gasp. She only holds the pose for half a second before succumbing to giggles.

“My apologies, Lady Knight.” You summon all the poise you can and incline your head with the affected, overdone elegance of some queen from a storybook.

Johanna’s giggles turn into hiccups, no doubt from the prodigious quantity of moonshine. “‘S alright, princess. You’ll see.”

“Why do I have the strangest feeling you mean that literally?” You sigh as you gently pry the empty bottle away from her, feeling half like a mother already.

Her eye teeth, unnaturally long and sharp like twin daggers, poke out of her parted lips stretched into a thin smile. “Some things are still for me to know and you to find out.”

You nod as if that platitude is enough, as if lies from Johanna Constantine’s mouth are easier to swallow than lies from Morpheus’s. But you know instinctively that if you went to Morpheus and asked outright, he’d tell you the truth. “Alright, I’ll leave it be. For now. But don’t be fooled- I’ll find out whatever it is you’re plotting eventually.” Johanna has underestimated you.

Morpheus doesn’t. He told you he loved you after you slit a man’s throat for him.

She pats your hand gently before pulling herself to her feet and stretching her wiry, muscular arms above her head. “I have no doubt about that, princess. Get some rest. No offense but you look…” Johanna gestures to the marks on your face left by sleepless nights, the hollows of your eyes so dark they almost look like bruises.

And the sallow tinge to your skin, and how you grimace every now and then, painfully reminded by your swollen joints and overworked muscles that you were not meant for this environment. You were not born to thrive here, without real sunlight. There is only the impression of sunlight dreamed by billions, and the air is not the air of the atmosphere of Earth. Your lungs don’t know how to process the memory of air in place of the real stuff.

“Sometimes it’s hard to sleep here. I can’t tell the difference anymore when I’m asleep and when I’m awake,” You admit, tucking your chin into your collarbone, feeling a sudden rush of shame at the weakness bred into your genes.

No. You should not be ashamed. If you looked hard enough, you would find your own dreams built into the foundation of this great palace.

Johanna’s face twists with sympathy. “Traversing realms is difficult even for the most experienced sorcerers. Don’t be too hard on yourself. I will go to Dream of the Endless and see what we can do to make you more comfortable,” She says. She leaves with a drunken stumble, steadying herself on the doorway before making it out into the hall.

The bouquet of flowers that stands on your bedside table draws your attention. Morpheus picked them himself for you from the meadows of Fiddler’s Green. He asked you to point out the ones you liked so you wouldn’t have to bend down to gather the violets and daisies and chicory yourself. You remember how his eyes fluttered shut in contentment when you touched his cheek in thanks.

A fevered urge stirs in your breast, taking control of your shaking hands and disoriented mind. You recognize it as a desire for unveiled honesty and the comfort that can only be found in someone else’s arms.

[jungle-angel]

Your Ornaments Are History (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob wouldn't trade your cat, Pumpkin for the world, but there's a reason that you don't like to let her near the Christmas tree

Tagging: @floydsmuse @desert-fern and @bobfloydsbabe

Bob hummed along to the music playing from his phone in the kitchen as he began frosting the cookies that had come out of the oven. He couldn't wait until things had quieted down and you both had vacation time from work, seeing as he and the rest of the squad had gotten tickets to see the Trans Siberian Orchestra performance at the beginning of the month.

He felt that familiar curling around his legs and the cheeky little meow coming from Pumpkin, your black cat who had chosen you and him as your family on Halloween night one year ago. "Hey, out, outta here Pumpkin," Bob told her firmly. "Go see if there's pack rats in the basement."

Pumpkin sure enough, ran off and disappeared. "You sure you wanna be scrawling notes this late in the afternoon (y/n)?" he asked.

"Bob we've gotta get everything ready for when the lesson blocks at school change," you told him, scrawling a few notes into your notebook. "Fortunately for you, you've got everything you need. I on the other hand, have nothing to work off of."

"You sure Ancient Egypt didn't produce any epic poetry or literature?" he asked.

"A hundred percent certain," you answered rather flatly.

Bob gave it some thought, his lopsided grin turning down a little into a thoughtful frown. "Ok," he said. "Ok.......let me think a minute......what's the closest you might be able to get?"

"We already did Gilgamesh," you answered. "And Homer and the Viking Sagas."

"Damnit," Bob hissed under his breath.

You suddenly snapped your fingers. "Wait, I've got it," you said suddenly. "I forgot about The Tale Of The Court Of King Cheops and about The Tale Of The Shipwrecked Sailor."

"Don't you also do mythology lessons too?" Bob asked.

"Well........yes," you said a little sheepishly.

"So Ancient Egypt shouldn't be too hard to figure out, right?"

"No I wouldn't think so," you answered. "Besides, it's not like we're......"

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!"

The loud curse from your husband gave you only a split second before you heard a crash in the living room and Bob running to pick up the Christmas tree that Pumpkin had managed to topple over. You could practically feel his nostrils flaring when you both heard that cheeky meow once again from the slinky black cat who wore the biggest grin on her face.

"PUMPKIN YOU ARE SO LUCKY I HAVEN'T TURNED YOU INTO A PURSE!!!!" Bob thundered.

Pumpkin meowed again and skittered off to her favorite hiding place, the mother-in-law apartment in your basement where Bob's parents had taken up residence. The front door creaked open a minute later and in came Joe, Bob's father, carrying a brown paper bag full of dinner supplies.

"What the fuck happened to your tree?" he chuckled.

"Cat," Bob answered.

Joe burst out laughing. "I knew that little shit was trouble when she showed up on Halloween night!"

"Love the cat to death Dad," Bob told him. "But if this is gonna be an ongoing issue....."

"Put some fuckin lemon and orange peels in it," Joe said. "That's all you've gotta do. It worked when we had Tootie living under our roof."

Bob let out a disgusted groan as Joe helped him stand the tree upright again. Bob shuddered at the memories of his sister Aly's so called "devil cat", a mean old thing who had scratched Bob and his brothers more times than he could count. Hell, that damn cat had scratched his brother Eugene's little boy when he had been a baby three years ago. But Bob had to admit, Tootie had been a smart little shit who had quickly figured out how to use the toilet in the basement bathroom.

Joe went into the kitchen and peeled a few lemons and oranges, leaving the fruit to be used for later baking or cooking. "Let'em dry for a good day and a half then put'em in a pouch and hang'em from the branches," he explained.

"Thanks Dad," Bob said.

"And don't worry," Joe added. "I'll show the little footwarmer later who the real boss in this house is."

You snickered a little as Bob went back to his task. "You really think he'll do it?" you asked.

"If we hear a scared meow coming from the basement we'll know it worked," Bob chuckled. "Although I have a feeling I won't wanna look out the basement window for a year."

You laughed picturing Joe scaring the shit out of Pumpkin. Yet you and Bob both knew that for as much trouble she might have caused, that damn cat was one of the best things to ever happen to your family.

[genji-centric]

Junker Queen NSFW Alphabet

Got a request a while ago, but life with moving and finals have got me all frazzled. But who am I to say no one of the hottest tanks, so without further waiting, here it is!! ^^

A = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Odessa has to be one of the most relaxed afterward, often just wanting to wrap a lazy arm around you and drift to sleep. But if you mention it, she might get you a little water. Even then, that's a maybe. As a queen like herself, it isn't often that she found herself doing something else for someone. In fact, the few times a subject of hers gave her any trouble, they would be kicked out of Junkertown. But you're always special, so further into your relationship, she's one to tuck you in and get you a cup of water if the session was intense.

B = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Odessa knows she is hot. How could she not. She likes to show off her abs. It took a lot of working out to get them looking like that. But really, every muscle, curve, her hair, she likes everything about herself. You have to be born to rule, and of course, a good leader has a good physique. On you she can't decide, but she has a thing if your smaller then her. She likes to be dominating, and someone smaller than her (which is hard not to be she's so tall) is sure to make her proud by your side.

C = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Now hear me out. She's definitely the type of woman to be a squirter. And she takes pride in it, if you're a lucky person to be with her first of all, and second of all be able to make her cum? Of course, Junker Queen will take pride in watching your face get soaked after eating her out to her liking. With yours, well, she won't complain. But, if it's mostly mess free, and then she likes it. Of course, tasting you on her lips is nice, but she doesn't feel like being covered in someone else's fluids. That is just too submissive for her liking, but maybe in time, it could be another point of pride.

D = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Biggest open book in the roster. When it comes to anything she likes or wants to try, Odessa will never not speak her mind. She is literally the ruler of Junker Town. Why would an experience she wants to try be something to be ashamed of? But if you really get to know her, well the way you look at her all fucked out after she made you feel so good could have the slightest bit of an effect. Moments of pure admiration on your end will result in the slightest hint of blush on her face, but that's not a blush.. she's just hot.

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Junker Queen knows her way around the bedroom, with ease, too. Regardless of your experience, odds are she knows more. Everything she does is for a reason. She has it in total control. Everything, every touch, kiss, bite, and those long moments of intense eye contact is done with the purpose to make you submissive and all ready for her to reward her most loyal subject.

F = favorite position (this goes without saying)

Amazon, without a doubt, how she's on top and can stare down at you is exactly what she wants. But anything with her on top and in control is her favorite. She loves the thrill of making your look at her when she ruts the dildo she has strapped on into you is everything. But on those lazy days, either a long meeting on Junker Town issues or dealing with unruly subjects, she likes to lay down. Watching you rub yourself against her thigh or fingers to completion is a good way to wind down from a tough day.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She's not one to be a joker, really ever. But absolutely the one to chuckle at your reactions. She's kind of a jerk in bed. But those slight bits of annoyance are replaced by more lust as she plows your back into the bed after pointing out a pout on your face. Every moment with her is enjoyable, and she always has a confident smirk each moment of bliss with her.

H = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She dyes her hair, and that's it. Every other thing just seems like a hassle. Eyebrows are so short why even try and everything else is unessiscary. But don't let the lack of dyeing make you believe she doesn't keep herself well groomed. Odessa always makes sure she gets a clean bikini wax. She likes it looking well kept together while still being natural, and no, she will not change this. It's her way or out of the Junker Town walls way.

I = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Odessa isn't one for romance, plain and simple. But that doesn't mean she's heartless. If it means something special, of course, she will indulge you. On days such as your anniversary, she might let you call the shots for the night. Now, this isn't a complete role reversal. No, more like you request something you enjoy from her with a flutter of your eyelashes, and she complies with a scoff. But after you both calm down from the highs, she will plant a soft kiss to your temple and wish you a happy anniversary or birthday.

J = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If she feels horny then that's something she will handle. If you want to help, she's happy, and if not, then oh well, she can just go have some alone time. When she's alone with herself, she might pull up a video or picture of you, but she more does it to feel good and then continue on with her day. Her fingers are quick and precise, quick and simple.

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

She's tried many things, some weren't for her personally and others she enjoyed. A list includes;

Being dominant in every moment, she's absolutely a power dom. Spanking, hair pulling, biting, marking, and other acts to ensure her control. But also, being in public, photographing the act.

L = location (favorite places to do the do)

Simple, anywhere. But a particular favorite is her thrown room. Of course, if you're uncomfortable with the idea of someone watching, she would lock the door. But the idea of doing something she loves on her thrown makes her go on a power trip she can't get enough of, making you sit on her lap as she fingers you is always on her mind.

M = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If she's sat, bored on her thrown with free time, her mind will often drift to you. Your laugh, smile, and face are always a bit of comfort she can enjoy. But those thoughts quickly turn to lust when she imagines how you you would feel right now, and next thing you know the second she's around you, she wants you. She wants you like she had never wanted anything else before. But any hint you give her that you want her in that way she's hooked, and will end up motivated to fuck your brains out.

N = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Junker Queen is a dominant woman. She's a ruler, the one on the thrown calling the shots. She was born to rule, and submitting to someone is everything she is not. Never will you find her in a submissive mood. And Odessa will take offense to you wanting to be in control, how cpuod you even imagine contesting the rule of a queen?

O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She's not one for giving head. She would do it if you matter to her and have been a loyal subject. But it isn't for her, of course when she decides to treat you she enjoys the moans and little noises you make and always prides herself in making you able to come on her tongue. But her favorite is receiving oral. She loves pressing your face into her with a tug on your hair, making you only able to lap agasint her cunt. And while you do, she is always commenting on what you're doing. "Oh yeah.. like that. Fuck baby use that little tongue of yours to please your queen."

P = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, it's how she lives life. All the music she likes is fast-paced, with loud guitar, she lives by the rock and roll vibe. The fast-paced bloody fights, the training, everything is fast and rough. Just like how she treats you, at the end of sex you can't help but feel tired and a little sore, but never disappointed, that's for sure.

Q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Odessa is a fan of them, but never fully satisfied with them. Under a time crunch, of course, it's fun and pleases her. But it leaves her wanting more, so once you're both back from the day and alone with time to spend, she takes out the leftover need from the last session. Quickies do stay quickies but always lead to a full night of sex once you're alone together.

R = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

T = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Take one look at Junker Queen and think she would back down from a challenge? Absolutely not. Risk is her middle name along with Dez. It's simple, anything that could include risk she's already did it, or if not, she's doing it. It's just a matter of how risky you want to be.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Odessa spends her days training, fighting, and ruling. All tasks require lots of time and energy. Of course, she has the stamina for days of fighting on end. And for her favorite subject? She can spend hours using you for her own pleasure, or making you cum for the 6th time in a row. She has stamina, and you best hope you can take it when she has her more.. demanding days.

Junker Queen isn't a big one for toys. Why use them if you can cum from her body, using some plastic to do the job is a waste in her eyes. The only exception is using a big strap she has grown to love using. It's 9 inches, thick, and feels so full inside. She loves watching your face when she sheaths it fully inside. It's her favorite and only toy.

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

Odessa loves to tease you, getting you all pouty so she can find a way to punish bad behavior by spanking or biting at your neck is her favorite part. She can be a bully with how unfair she can be, but with all that teasing and riling you up, she knows it will make you orgasm much more intensely. She will be happy if you stay loyal to your majesty, all the teasing you have to put up with is definitely worth the rewards.

V = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She isn't a particularly loud person in bed. More just grunts and groans in the moment. But her mouth never shuts either, always muttering some type of praise or teasing comments in your ear. Her Aussie accent gets thicker when she gets all heated. "Oh yeah, you like that dontcha?" Fuck Y/N.. yeah you good little slut.." Or "Yeah moan for me you good wee girl.. make your majesty know how good she makes ya' feel.."

W = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She's got a lot of piercings, she loves the look it gives her. And they don't just stop at her face. She's got a pair of nipple piercings, both black curved bars that end it spikes. And a clit piercing, just a simple bar but it still looks stunning. She also has a variety of jewelry for her tongue. One that comes to mind is the vibrating one she brings out when you've been a good little subject for her. Those nights are always the best.

X = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Junker Queen isn't ashamed of her body, often preferring cropped shirts and short shorts to wear. So she's pretty exposed already, each part if her is muscular in some way. She's a strong woman, and even when she's standing all relaxed and not flexing, her abs are defined. She has nothing to hide, so you're not surprised when you saw her named. But she's still a gorgeous woman, and every day she's an honor to be with.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Odessa can enjoy a bit of fun anywhere. She's someone easy to rile, but the difference between her and someone like Venture, Odessa can control herself. Tease her, beg for her in public, and she will smirk and warn you you're playing with fire. And if you continue, she'll be sure to remember her warnings after your 6th orgasm and the pain from being all sensitive. "What? Now you can't take it? Why dontcha' remember that next time you say shit like that, huh?"

Z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Like a lion after a good meal, Junker Queen, after hard rough sex wants to sleep. After everything is taken care of, that's when she can sit back and relax in a soft haze. Feeling you in her arms as she drifts off to sleep is one thing she can never go without now. She really sleeps like royalty beside you.

[beybaldes]

some word today from my boyfriend so far away

Eddie Roundtree × Fem!Reader

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Request! : Hi !!! Will you plz write one about Eddie growing up w reader and crushing on each other for years as kids and teens and when Eddie and the band go to LA and reader is still finishing HS senior year as 1 year younger than Eddie and they confess feelings and start dating before he leaves and when she finds out Billy's cheating on Camila, she fears Eddie will do the same. She comes visit the band in LA for a week and is cold towards Eddie and he reassures her his love for her and she's her one and only !!

thank you for the request @eddieroundtreestan2224 I hope you enjoy <3

Warning!! I have not read the book or the show!!! All info I have gathered has been from other x readers I have read. sorry in advance if I have butchered vour fav show/book because I have plainly made shit up in favour of satiating my own need for more Eddie fics xoxo

Eddie loved you more then anything; you were his reason to get up in the morning, his reason to try so hard for the bands success, the reason he got out of bed even when all he wanted to do was sleep. Nothing had ever hurt him more then when he had to leave you behind in Pittsburgh.

He knew it would only be for a year, and that the second you graduated you were going to come out to LA to join them, but it felt like it was going to be an eternity. The day he got into the car and left you crying on your door step broke his heart, but he knew he was doing it for a good reason - that if things went to plan, he was setting up a good and stable future for the two of you.

You'd promised you'd come and visit over each of your breaks and you had - he didn't know when each was, but was always happily surprised to find you on his doorstep with your luggage and a smile on your face. Within seconds you'd retreat into his bedroom in the house and spend the rest of the day curled in each others arms, catching up on everything as though you didn't spend every free moment on the phone together racking up your parents phone bill. Eddie promised he'd pay them back when he got 'rich and famous' so you didn't worry it too much.

Camilla was the only one to know about your upcoming trip to LA, considering she spent most of the time in the house it made it perfect as she'd know who was going to be in the house at any given moment, and could help sneak you in this time before Eddie caught wind of your arrival. So when she called you that night, you weren't surprised to see her number on the screen, however, when you picked it up and found her sobbing down the line, you were shocked to silence.

"Billy- he's-" Camilla couldn't even get the words out between her tears, half a sob quickly turning into a grunt of anger as she took in what she'd saw earlier in the day. "Cheated- I- Baby-"

"Cami?" You whimpered into the phone, hurting because your friend was hurting. Camilla was like your sister, knowing her all your life had given you that closeness, and even though you'd technically known Billy longer, it was an easy choice as to who's side you'd take. "It's okay, baby, breathe."

After a moment of silence, Camilla cleared her throat, sniffling the tears away as she spoke. "He cheated on me. Eddie, Graham - they've all been covering for him."

As if your heart wasn't already aching, now it was breaking. Eddie, your Eddie, would do that? If he'd cover up for Billy - the biggest dick known to man kind - then god knows what he would be doing when you weren't around. Camilla lived with them for gods sake and you? Well, you were halfway across the country and still in high school.

Suddenly it was hard to swallow and your throat was completely dry. "I'm catching the next flight out, I'll be there tomorrow." You hung up the phone before she could ask what you'd do about school but that could wait. It was only a week until spring break anyway and Camilla needed you, your savings would rebuild but her heart might not.

When the phone started ringing again as your were packing your bag, you ignored it - even though you knew it was Eddie and you knew he would worry. After the events that had transpired today you didn't feel like talking to him, not until you could contain your whirring thoughts about whether this meant he would cheat on you.

If Billy couldn't get away with it while living with his pregnant wife, then Eddie would pass with flying colours. Only time would tell.

Eventually the phone stopped ringing, but you didn't care to notice, instead running down stairs with your packed bag and running out the front door, down the block, and to Misses Dunne's house. God knows your parents wouldn't let you skip school for LA, but miss dunne had always taken you to the airport for your trips, and given the current situation, you were sure she'd help cover for you.

You were already at the airport before Eddie gave up on ringing your phone, a lit joint between his lips as he sulked with his arms crossed over his chest in the living room of the LA house.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" Graham asked, walking into the room with a beer in hand, taking a seat next to Karen on the couch.

"Y/n never picked up the phone." Graham winced at Karen's answer, turning to Eddie with a frown on his face.

"Sorry, dude. She probably just forgot, went to sleep or something."

Eddie scoffed, the frown on his face getting deeper at the suggestion you wouldn't wait up for him, his brow creasing tightly. "No. Y/n wouldn't do that. She never forgets."

"Well, don't let it keep you up, dude." Graham patted him on the shoulder, trying to reassure his friend. "She'll call back in the morning, besides, she'll be here next week anyway."

"Yeah, you're right." Eddie didn't feel like Graham was right however, you always picked up the phone - and the only times you didn't you warned him in advance that you weren't going to be available. His mind was moving at a million miles an hour, thinking of every single thing he'd ever done that could've made you not pick up the phone tonight, but his mind was drawing a blank.

In fact, he stayed there, deep in thought, for so long that he passed out on the couch, waking the next morning when Karen came running through the house to answer a knock on the door. Eddie's head fell back into the arm of the couch, closing his eyes tightly and deciding he could steal a few more hours of sleep now that Karen was tending to the door. That wish was quickly ended, however, as Karen let out a scream, people coming running from all directions of the house.

"What are you doing here?!" Karen was wrapped in a tight hug with a shorter figure that he recognised all too well, your suitcase was in the doorway and your eyes met his over her shoulder.

Eddie's entire demeanour lit up when his eyes met yours. That explained why you hadn't picked up the night before.

"Surprise!"

Eddie sprung up from the couch, jumping over the back of it and pulling you from Karen's arms and into his own. He wrapped you tightly in his hold, cradling your head to the crook of his neck as he took in your presence. You were here, you were really, really here and in his arms again and everything was good. "I thought you weren't coming till next week." Eddie said, pressing a kiss to your head as he pulled out of the hug slightly, getting a good look at your face.

He could swear that every time he saw you, you got more and more beautiful.

"I was gonna come next week." You answer, standing on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. "Camilla called, I got the first flight out."

"How did you get to the airport?" Graham asked, him and Warren stealing you from Eddie's hold and wrapping you in an awkwardly done group hug - the two boys having missed having you around everyday like they were used to, almost as much as Eddie.

"Your mom drove me." You answered, pulling back from the hug and finally pulling your suitcase into the house. "Where's Camilla?"

Eddie and Graham shared a look and suddenly everything Camilla said to you on the phone last night came to the front of your mind. They knew. They hid it. And if they hid it for Billy, who's to know what they were hiding from you?

"I'll take you to her." Karen grabbed your hand and led you out of the living room, the two of you ignoring the longing look Eddie sent your way as you left just as soon as you arrived. He'd just got you back and you were already going to see someone else? Given the current situation he got it, but he still just wanted to spend some time with his girl.

It was gone midnight when you finally left Camilla's room - you'd crawled into the corridor at the dead of night, feeling bad that you'd left Eddie alone all day, but then remembering what he'd done.

He was probably cheating on you too. The voice in your head hadn't stopped since you'd got Camilla's call last night, and you didn't think it was going to any time soon.

You had fully debated just sleeping in Camilla's bed all night with her and Karen, but you'd been away from Eddie for so long all you wanted was to curl into his arms and sleep for a long time. Although you knew he'd probably be asleep by now, you wanted one more night to be his girl, before you had to confront him and potentially find out what Camilla had. The thought alone made you sick to your stomach

"Why are you avoiding me, birdie?" As you carefully shut the door, not wanting to make a sound in case Eddie was already asleep, you were surprised to hear him, wide awake and kind of angry.

You turned around slowly, unbuttoning your jeans and stepping out of them, ready to get something more comfortable on and just go to bed. "I'm not."

Eddie stood from where he'd been sat on the bed, walking up to you. "You've been here all day and this is the first time we've spoken since you arrived." You ignored him, turning your back to him and missing the way his whole face faltered in favour of pulling your shirt and bra off, picking up one of Eddie's shirts off the floor and pulling it hastily over your head. "Did I do something?"

"Are you cheating on me?"

Eddie's heart stopped at the question. His brow creased and a frown took over his lips as he pouted at you, his eyes swarming with an ache you'd been feeling for the past 24 hours. "What?"

"Because Camilla told me that you and Graham were covering Billy's tracks for him." You pushed Eddies chest, pushing him away from you when he tried to reach out and touch you. He let you, keeping the distance you created as he stared longingly at the heartbroken girl before him; he almost didn't recognise you with such hurt swarming in your eyes, clouding you from him. Almost.

"You would've kept doing it too if she hadn't caught him and she never would've known." Another push, but this time Eddie wrapped his hand around your bicep, keeping you closer to his chest as you landed weaker and weaker pushes against him, tears welling in your eyes. "She lives in this damn house, and she didn't know her scum husband was cheating on her - and then it got me thinking. I don't live here, I don't see you everyday, I don't sleep in the same fucking bed as you every night and if you were willing to do it for Billy, I can't see why he wouldn't be willing to do it for you, too."

The pushing had stopped, Eddie holding you against him with one arm, his other hand caressing your cheek, his thumb wiping away at the tears that were beginning to spill over. "Birdie-"

"And then all I could think about was how easy it would be for you to cheat on me out here; you're halfway across the damn country Ed's. And I'm still in stupid fucking Pittsburgh. What could you want with a girl like me when you've clearly got half the country wanting to be with you?" Your words had turned to whispers, your head falling against Eddie's shoulder though his warm hand still cradled your cheek. As you sniffled into the material of his t-shirt he pressed a kiss to your temple, shushing your crying and holding you tight against him - as though he was protecting you from all the thoughts you'd let stir and simmer in your mind.

"I don't want anyone else." Eddie whispered, gently swaying the two of you back and forth in his hold, his hand running through your hair as the tears began to stop. "I just want you, birdie."

Eddie pulled away from you, holding your face between both of his hands and bringing your gaze to meet his own. "I know I shouldn't have covered for Billy, it was shit of me, but part of me truly thought it would hurt Camilla less if she just didn't know. I get how bad that sounds but I didn't know what to do I-"

"You should've told her Ed's." You whimpered, tears springing back to your eyes as you thought back to the phone call and conversation you and Camila had shared - dwelling on how quickly your stomach dropped and how easy it was to think the worst.

"I know." Eddie cooed, his thumb running gently across the flesh under your eye, his forehead pressed to yours in the dark room. "But I need you to know I would never, ever cheat on you, Birdie. I love you more then life itself; I need you like the air I breathe. I've spent every waking moment since moving to LA waiting for you to come back to me - I want nothing more then to spend every night with you in my arms and every day with you by my side."

"Eddie-"

"And one day, I'm gonna marry you, and we're never gonna have to spend a day apart again, okay?" Eddie pressed a feather light kiss to your lips, punctuating each of his words with another; to your lips, your cheek, the dimple of your smile, you temple, the crinkle of your eye, really anywhere his lips could reach. "I love you, birdie. I don't want anyone else but you, ever, you hear me?"

You were tempted to apologise. Say sorry through tears at the way your brain had jumped to the worst case scenario despite knowing what your Eddie was like, despite knowing he was nothing like Billy. But you didn't, thoughts too hung up on the words he'd just let slip past his lips. Biting your lip between your teeth, you held back a wide smile, rocking on the balls of your feet as you stared dotingly up at Eddie. "You wanna marry me?"

It came out as a bashful murmur, but Eddie still heard it, laughing at your quick change in demeanour. "How could I not? You're my whole world, birdie."

He said it as if it was so simple; as though there was no other possible answer or rhyme or reason. And for Eddie, there wasn't.

Snaking your arms up and over his shoulder, you scratched at the hair at the nape of his neck, using one hand to cup his head and pull it closer to you. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you quickly escalated it; tangling your fingers in his locks and pulling, slipping your tongue in his mouth as he gasped and pressing yourself firmly against him. Pulling back breathless, you murmured praise against the blondes lips. "I missed you, Ed's."

"I know you did, birdie." Eddie pulled you in for another messy kiss; a sudden clash of skin and teeth and tongue. "What you say we start making up for lost time?"

"I'd want nothing more." With that you let him push you back towards his bed, blindly trusting his direction as you let yourself get lost in the feel of him for the first time in months, reassured that your Eddie would never treat you how Billy had Camila - not in this lifetime, nor the next.

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"To dream the impossible dream, that is my quest." - Prince Fernando of Asturias

+ Seb not getting what he ordered

+ the usual

Hello yes, look! It's baby Renault Fernando, isn't he so cute??? Who wouldn't want to force him into an arranged marriage, like cmon man be real. Here is the progress as usual, as well as his suit without the design, cause I'm pretty proud of it just blank even!

Okay so this is pure Fernando, innocent Fernando, before he had his apirations ripped way from him. Well not fully ripped away tbf, because that's the crux of his character: is it more humiliating to never succeed or to only succeed because someone handed it to you with concessions? I guess that's up for him to decide though ;;;

The thing I love about this drawing and young Fernando in general is how much easier it is to see his and Seb's similarities. Look how similar they look! Seb is just a bit more evil.

I think that's a big part as to why his feelings about Seb are so complicated. He both loves and hates how similar they are. From an egotistical point, he can appreciate and respect the familiar traits in Seb, the hunger, the exuberance, the pride, the ego. But also we hate seeing our own traits in other people, it's almost like turning a mirror on your worst traits and suddenly being able to see yourself from a new perspective. The biggest point here though is that Fernando turns that resentment onto Seb, as a way to clamp down on self hatred.

He becomes more bitter and resentful as he grows older, and loses a lot of his whimsy and joy. So it hurts him to see Seb, who in addition to getting everything he's ever wanted, also retain his whimsy. He, wrongly, just sees it as something that had to happen in order for him to grow up fully. It's more of a survival tactic, it started becoming unbefitting for him to have that level of unfounded confidence. That's the main reason he sees Seb as childish, immature and undeserving. He hasn't fully grown out of his capacity for whimsy and joy, and thus is below Fernando.

Well that was depressing oops! As the chibi art represents, this is probably a painting Seb got sent in the early days of planning their marriage. This is the Fernando who is still prideful, the Fernando who is still confident, the Fernando Seb vaguely remembers meeting his youth. Seeing this definitely pushes him even further towards the marriage(though tbf it's not like he even has a choice either.) Though when the time to actually start courting comes around, Fernando looks very uh different. This is both a joke about how different Fernando was in his first renault stint vs his second. But also I think he does show up very moody and disheveled, as a sort of last chance way to try and turn everyone on Seb's side, including Seb, off from the marriage. However, it's pretty much a done deal by that point.

Seb is uh, definitely confused, but I think he would be drawn to Fernando regardless. Actually, this might make Fernando even more appealing. Seb gets to push him all the time, try to break down his walls and get a glimpse at the real Fernando, if even just for a moment. Seb wishes he had more that just a blurry, vague recollection of Fernando at his peak confidence. Fernando definitely grows into something resembling his past self, after recovering from all the hurt, but there's just something about youthful exuberance that can't really be fully replicated.

Okay so about the quote. I went with Don Quixote this time instead of the typical Napoleon, because I thought it'd be funny. Fernando picks up the book at some point during his youth, and it inspires him a lot. He doesn't really see the satire in it, and comes to really admire Don Quixote's mentality, he's like "wow he never gives up! That's so admirable!" It definitely helps him through dark times to aspire to never give up no matter what. Though later Seb definitely rags on him for not knowing it was satire, and Fernando is like "wh-what do you mean satire?" But he's mentally strong enough atp for it to not cause his whole worldview collapse. About the quote specifically, there's definitely some part of him, even when young, that knows his aspirations are borderline impossible. I wonder if that part of him feels weirdly safe and comforted about the marriage. Yes, it's not ideal, but it's safe and secure. He gets what he wants, and there's no chance of anyone taking it away from him, no matter what.

I think his title would be Prince of Asturias? It was either that or duke, and I think prince fits him bettee(Machiavelli reference?) That title is currently the title for the heir to the Spanish throne. In this time period, it's also commonly used for the heir, but for Fernando it's a bit unsure. Like in real life, he's not directly the offspring, but he's still the most obvious choice for heir. But there's still enough room for Seb and his house to try to vie for the throne themselves, so it makes it all complicated.

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Hey their

I was wondering if you could make a headcanon of Miguel and the reader being best friends please

OFC I CAN <3

Okay sO

First off, I imagine Miguel and Y/N knowing each other from a young age

Either from elementary school, or through their parents.

For now I'll go with the elementary school option,

So the two of you definitely know each other since a long while, sticking around through both the good and the bad times.

I also see Y/N as a bit of a nosy friend, especially so since Miguel tends to keep most things to himself (or everything given the chance.)

Anyway, I'm going to skip most of their childhood  because it isn't as interesting as after he's bitten.

Miguel would definitely try to keep a distance from Y/N after he's found out about his powers, especially since he doesn't entirely know how to deal with the consequences of his new abilities.

And of course Y/N would eventually just break his shell, and demand answers.

Que Miguel just showing them and Y/N being completely speechless for a bit, before going 'What're you going to do now?'.

Eventually, you become his person in the chair before Lyla is even created.

(Speaking of Lyla, you might be the one to create her. Creating her as a practical best friend first and a 'business AI' second.)

I also imagine you'd definitely be there when it comes to creating the Spider Society. 

Like that building is huge and the interior is downright badass but who could make that happen without Miguel revealing his identity?

Boom > you

Because plot twist you're not just good with computers, you're also great at designing stuff (aka most of spider society, and the biggest part of the Gizmo)

You're there from the start, from before the spider society grew big, and before he made the grave mistake of living in a universe he didn't belong to.

You warned him, you really did, but he wouldn't listen to you.

You're also the person he falls back on for comfort when he destroys Gabriella and the universe she's from.

He tells you all about his guilt, and how it should absolutely never happen again.

After that he's more of a ghost of the person you're used to.

Yet you never leave him.

He's your best friend after all.

You help him heal.

You're the person who cares for him when he can't seem to care for himself.

And you're also the only person he turns to outside of being spiderman.

The only person who could get him out of his lab for a few hours to go to the movie theatre because something came out you really wanted to see.

He doesn't mind spending time with you outside of the spider society, feeling incredibly grateful that he has you by his side.

(Down below is you as his romantic interest in his life aswell.)

What he also wouldn't tell you is that in this universe, you're his partner. Gabriella's other parents. Which makes it all the harder.

Because he's liked you as more than a friend in this universe since forever, so it definitely hurts when he found out that you are everything he wishes to be with you in this other universe.

You'll never know the truth behind his cries when he cries into your arms when he comes back.

Because he feels like he's responsible for killing the other you as well, a variant of the person he loves so much.

He feels guilty for crying in your arms as well.

Especially because he knows that if you were to know the truth, you'd probably forgive him, and tell him that he at least learned from this.

He'd also definitely be overprotective of you afterwards.

Often trying to keep you close to him for no apparent reason.

Also because he loves your presence.

But also because he's scared something might happen to you when you're outside of the society, or while he's in another universe whilst you're here.

You're the only person he'll ever love, he thinks.

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