#what do you mean the woman who serenaded me with i'm not that girl is posing for photos with ariana grande

[dreaminginsteadofsleeping42]

It's a bit weird to see the UK cast of Wicked I saw, like, three weeks ago on a red carpet with Hollywood a listers.

[alexusonfire]

Haunting

Brienne of Tarth

Prompt: Monsters

A/n: Look at me go, another Brienne fic for week two of Spooktober with @daydream-cement! I was really struggling with this prompt but I'm quite happy with the overall plot... though y'all may not be 🤣 Character death... and this is very much not my usual style so please let me know what you think of it!

You can find Daydream's fic here!

Brienne's gut is never wrong. She'd learned as a young girl to trust whenever it clenched or squirmed, screaming at her from her very core that something is not right. Not once has it failed her or lead her astray, even as she grew to womanhood. Anytime she feels that familiar nagging and fluttering, the little voice the back of her skull telling her no or yes, do it or don't do it, trust them, no don't trust them, she's listened, she's followed, and she's always the better for it.

Yes, Brienne's gut is never wrong... which is why she knows something is very,very wrong today.

She'd first heard it this morning; a distant, almost ethereal, call coming from between the trees, one that seems to pull her away from her desired path whether she wants it to or not. Everytime Brienne attempts to move deeper into the woods, the sweet song once again beckons her to the nearby shores of the ocean, it's thrashing waves somehow soothing, and oh so lovely in it's bluish-gray color...

No. No, no, no. Deep down, she knows who it is that calls to her... what it is. Her Father had warned her of them as a child, often coming back from his trips across the seas with wild tales of crashed boats and beautiful voices floating over the shipwrecks. At the time she'd thought them nothing but an old man's fantasies, sailor's tales told to warn off others from jagged rocks and stray islands appearing suddenly in a misty morning.

"I suppose he was right to be afraid of the waters" Brienne mumbles to herself, packing up her supplies from lunch and loading her horse. Even Valkyrie seems unsettled today, her hooves shifting uneasily in the dirt beneath them. Brienne takes a deep breath and shakes herself, attempting to rid her bones of the sweet lullaby that's been rattling through them for hours now. She means to mount Valkyrie, to gently lead her towards the smell of earth and moss and home...

She does neither of those things, and she cannot say why. Water licks at her now-bare feet, and it surprises her. Wasn't she supposed to be heading away from the shore? How did she get here? When did she get here? Where are her boots? And Valkyrie?-

The ghostly voice calls again, battling her every sense that this is wrong, something is wrong, she isn't supposed to be here-

Her gut is screaming, thrashing about like an injured rabbit. Valkyrie is letting out desperate whinnies behind her, helplessly tied to a tree. Brienne is waist deep now, the icy water soaking through her pants and the bottom of her tunic. Her armour has been discarded somewhere, though she can't remember ever taking it off. She's losing focus, every instinct that normally tells her to run dulled to a distant hum. Her gaze drifts towards the water ahead of her, a curious shape slithering towards her catching her attention.

"How beautiful," she thinks, of the large, rounded black eyes now staring back at her from beneath the foamy grey; she wonders how the woman- no, not a woman, exactly, close but not close enough- manages to stay underwater for so long, and why it's teeth seem to be too many and too sharp. She does not flinch when mottled greenish-gray hands grip softly at her waist; when was the last time she'd been touched so gently?

Beckoned, she allows the water-woman to pull her deeper and deeper, the once distant chorus now ringing loudly in her ears. Brienne notices that the creature's mouth moves in time with words, and she realizes it's singing to her. She's flattered, really, for no one has ever serenaded her before, much less with such a beautiful tone.

She does not notice the water beginning to fill her lungs, nor the crushing weight of not being able to take a full breath. 'This must be what it feels like to float' Brienne thinks as the woman-creature holds her close, the teeth that are too many and too sharp smiling as it sings Brienne to sleep; surely that's what's happening, as Brienne finds the edges of her vision growing blurry and dark, exactly like when her day has gone on for too long and she can no longer fight away the exhaustion.

So sleep she does.

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It's peaceful. Easy. The siren thought the lady-knight would have put up more of a fight; though it admired the hours Brienne managed to fend it off, once her skin had touched the water, she belonged to the siren, as had so many men and women before her. The siren traces their too-long fingers across Brienne's strong jawline, now slack and pale, and it finds themselves almost regretting their choice.

Almost.

No one ever knows what happens to Brienne of Tarth. A body is never found, and her horse mysteriously disappears along with her. Rumors swirl and tales are spun, some more outragous than others, but the truth of the lady-knight lays with her bones at the bottom of the Great Sea, and with the sirens who lurk in it.

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@weemssapphic @rosieathena @renravens @ness029 @saturnnnnl @aemilia19 @milciak

[scaredcrab]

Macaque x Reader - Silly Vallentine

Promotional Disclaimer: This chapter is being posted here to promote the whole work on AO3! To read more chapters, go to the AO3 link, in fact, the new chapters will be posted there first!

✐ 1 Chapter summary: Overcome by boredom, Macaque goes for a walk on Valentine's Day and finds you. An event that turns out to be more amusing than expected.

✐ Category: Fluff; Hurt/Comfort; Cute; Slow Burn; Slow Romance; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Reader-Insert; Touch-Starved; Cuddling & Snuggling; Foreign Reader; Gender-Neutral Pronouns; Humor; Mythology References; Not Beta Read.

Trigger Warning (for the whole work, not this chapter in particular): Angst; Blood and Violence; Trust Issues; Self-Esteem Issues; Self-Worth Issues; lots of issues; Xenophobia; Trauma; Swearing; Emotional Baggage; Emotional Hurt.

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Chapter 1 - Valentine

This kind of celebration usually doesn't matter much to warriors dedicated only to fighting and revenge, there's no time to meet new people and to love if you're busy going after a hated acquaintance.

But that doesn't mean boredom can't knock on these people's doors.

A powerful monkey demon walks through a large city disguised as an ordinary human. The monotony of his hiding place had ended up irritating him, resulting in a stroll during "lovers day".

The tedium was enormous to make someone so reclusive go out on a day like this. Streets are full of commemorative decorations, mainly pink heart-shaped ornaments, and serenades with sweet music can be heard everywhere, even the sky looked rosier than usual, however what occupies the surroundings more than the color pink are couples laughing. 

Couples that make you want to throw up for being so clingy, many of them look like exaggerated caricatures of what a happy pair would look like. The demon even rolled his eyes when he heard some phrases from the loose lovebirds, sometimes having a good hearing is a nightmare.

"I'm scared, honey, what if I don't like the people at the party?" - A short girl passes by the monkey.

"Calm down, if you get nervous, we'll just get out of there. Trust me, we're in this together." - The other girl takes one of her partner's shoulders and speaks in a sweet, calm voice.

He stops in place, for a brief moment.

... Yeah, even though the concept of clingy couples was a little annoying, there was a part of him that held a certain... Interest. 

The idea of having someone who cares about your emotional and physical state, the idea of being appreciated, someone to give you attention and affection, someone to trust, all of this was somehow pleasant to imagine. A part of him really craved someone he could actually count on, someone that would actually choose to stay with him.

The warrior shook his head to get that unimportant feeling out of there. Is the holiday making him emotional? This is so pathetic. Like, come on, he had more fun things to do than that!

The biggest fun of being on the streets today is watching couples break up. Or to see people rejecting each other. Dramatic love situations filled with people with broken hearts, looking like over-the-top soap operas in real life. That was pure entertainment.

A rattling bell and the sound of hard material hitting the wall shows that someone has opened a door not far away with incredible brute force, the door in question being the door of a luxuriant restaurant.

"Wait! Come back! What did I do wrong, my little pudding?!" - A man cried while trying to reach a woman in a fancy dress.

"I've already made it clear to you that I hate it when you call me that. What were you thinking, showing up dressed like that in front of my entire family?" - She pointed with her index finger at the clown nose the man had on his face.

"I-I wanted to make your family have fun."

"You made everyone laugh at me! Laugh at us. You made me look like an idiot!"

Ooh, this was a good drama, an argument for a ridiculous reason. This gives a bunch of inspiration to an artist, stupid story scenarios becomes the perfect reference to fun scenes. The beauty and the clown, yeah, this could be the theme of a shadow play, a funny one. A few laughs escaped the demon's lips, so much suffering for such a stupid reason was a special comedy to watch.

Unfortunately for him, the pairing didn't take long to reconcile, returning to the restaurant's interior happily and holding hands.

He rolled his eyes at the scene, boredom returned and, so did his quest for entertainment. Maybe looking for fun outside the hideout wasn't such a good idea at all.

He looked at the restaurant through the front window, taking off his hood of his head, so it wouldn't get in the way of the view, inside there were several couples eating fancy dishes that looked delicious...

Ah yes, the second reason to go out today, the food.

The dishes had too many heart decorations for the Six Eared Macaque's taste, however, that didn't change how tasty they looked. Main courses full of meats and spices, a big variety of drinks and sugary desserts filled the space in every busy table.

If he sneaks into the shadows the right way, it won't be hard to get some good meals.

His belly growled.

"AaaAh! That was loud!" - He looked to the side and saw... You. - "Gosh, you scared me!"

Macaque jumped startled, he hadn't seen that a human had approached to look in the window too. A loud noise came from your belly almost as if it was competing with his stomach.

"Oh... You must be hungry. You also don't have a partner to eat a Valentine's Day food?" - Your hunger had reminded you of that scary noise that came from his tummy.

Macaque was starting to consider fleeing away from there, all he needs less now is boring small talk in the midst of invasion plans.

"Today there are various places offering special dishes for couples, but only for couples." - You keep talking even without hearing an answer from him. - "I'm alone too, so I understand the feeling of walking around without a partner, it makes us think about all the good food we're missing. I only left my house today to see everything decorated and pink, you know. I wanted to see the city transformed." 

/ Does this human get chatty when hungry, or are they just naturally annoying? /

After that thought, the belly of the two rumbled together, a synchronized noise, it sounded like a were a rehearsed trick.

"Argh! Those foods look so delicious! I would even pay someone to accompany me, pretending to be my partner."

/ Wait a minute, what did they just say? /

"Would you really pay someone to do something like that?" - An interest appeared behind the question.

"Of course, I really want the couples discounts and stuff." - You answered honestly without even thinking twice, it's a habit of yours that ends up putting you in complicated situations all the time.

A mischievous grin broke out on his face. 

He turned around and put a hand on your shoulder to have your attention just for him, you look into the eyes of the man who was holding you. - "Well, today is your lucky day! I am completely willing to cooperate with you in exchange for a good payment."

Now the human eyes stared at the man, the owner of those eyes carrying a certain nervousness within them. We all know that you shouldn't make deals with strangers, you know that very well yourself, but this is an opportunity to eat the exclusive foods that will only be available for today...

You took a good look at his figure to study his details, checking out the sparkle in his eyes, the charming smile, the beard that added the final touch to his attractive face. He wears clothes in nice colors that match each other, specifically dark red and black, his dark hair wasn't super tidy but wasn't tossed around either. The strands look very soft too, a strange urge to stroke the locks of hair haunted your head, but you held back. A man full of charisma stood before you.

You had to admit, he is hot. He is really hot, and he probably knows that (right?), so how expensive would that service be?

"... And how much would be a good payment in your opinion?"

He moved closer to your ear (a thing that made your whole body heat up and shiver) and using a seductive, soft voice, he whispered the value. Your brain melted hearing the voice while collapsed, listening to the number being said. God. The company of pretty men really was expensive.

He seemed to be delighted to see you shudder, to see you making such a shocked expression at the answer, a smug and satisfied smile graced his face. And honestly, this attitude only made you feel more silly feelings in your chest.

"My lord! This much just because you're handsome?!"

"Nice try, but flattering me isn't going to make me change the price I set."

"W-Wait! Let's talk a few things before accepting any price! Like, what places do you allow us to go? What couple things I can do with you? What are your personal boundaries? It wouldn't be fair to charge a specific amount without considering certain things."

The man stares at you intently for a few seconds like someone trying to see through dark glass, arms crossed defensively as he "scans" you up and down. He seemed to be searching for lies through the aura of your soul, or something like this.

"... Like a spoken contract? A kind of sacred agreement between us?" - You nodded with your head.

After thinking some more, Macaque started to say his limitations: No kisses. No hugs. No pet names. You're only allowed to walk holding hands (so you don't end up getting lost). 

On your turn to speak, you negotiate the places to visit: an elegant restaurant, a chocolate fondue stand and a cute cafe. These places had great deals for couples and unique Valentine's Day dishes.

/ Isn't that too much food for just one person? /

He had no idea how much food would fit in your stomach, but he could eat a lot himself, so he was getting a big prize. Caring for you was the least of his worries, so your final state at the end of the tour doesn't matter as long as he's well paid and well-fed. 

Being so demanding and limiting turned out to affect the final price of the deal, you would have to pay less to the fake boyfriend, but it was still a hefty price.

With everything settled, it was time to pay.

You looked in your wallet with a sad expression. - "Goodbye sweet money, I will never forget you."

When you were about to hand over the payment, you remembered a basic socialization step.

"Wait a minute! I don't know your name." - You held your money close to your chest, hesitating.

The monkey blinked in disbelief, processing the moment, of all suspicious things was it the lack of name that made you hesitate?

A light chuckle escaped from him. - "You can call me Mac. What about you?"

After revealing your name, you glared at the man as you slowly handed over the money, taking your time to say goodbye to the lost fortune. When he took the money from your hands, you made a thin little noise of suffering. Honestly, you're so exaggerated.

We can say that you're dumb too! Knowing each other's names isn't going to stop one from running off with the payment. Lucky for you, Macaque was starting to be entertained by the human innocence. Or would it be better to say stupidity instead of innocence?

Well, it doesn't matter, a fake date has begun.

[eydi-andrius]

Fool Entire III

warnings: none, a flashback, nobles being nobles but none so far

pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Highborn!Reader

summary:

If someone asked you who Prince Aemond was in your life, you probably would have said the love of your life.

Years have passed but still your heart yearns for him. 

But you were no fool.

It was a lesson learned for you not to give your heart to a man who knows nothing but duty. Highly inspired by the song Bitter Water by Oh Hellos.

a/n: well... i don't think i did well on that interview but yeah i did my best. hehe! Anyway, here it is! i'm so excited to share this with you! also, i will not do a tag list anymore as there's no changes with the reads that i have if I have them or not. you may click your notifications on for my page to get new updates

Your comments are really important to me but it is easier for me to see it if you use reblog. It will also help more readers to see my work. Thank you, lovelies! Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

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There was a well-known story about a young lord who was stripped off his title as heir when he pursued his dream of singing. 

He was ridiculed and was later banished. The last time the people of King's Landing heard from him was when he traveled to Essos. 

Since then, no one knows what happened to him. They believed he died singing. At least he was serenaded by his tunes before he was captured and killed by the Dothraki, the whispers have said. 

"Uncle, why are you braiding my hair so slowly?" The girl at a young age of five grumbled and pouted as she tried her best not to move so her uncle could finish fixing her hair. 

"Then why did you come for me to fix your hair? You can always ask your servant to help you with it." The young man said as he picked up the laces to lock her hair. He made sure to tighten it this time to prevent the knot from falling. 

"No way! If I come back with my hair in disarray, they will tell my teacher in etiquette about it. She will hit me again." The girl turned to his uncle with a frown. Cheeks were puffed as she pursed her lips in disapproval. 

The uncle's eyes softened at that and he sat down in front of her so their eyes would meet. 

"Then don't hesitate to come for me again so I can fix your hair, yes?" He smiled and the young one cheered and hugged him tightly. From a hug, he surrounded his arm to her tiny form and picked her up with a groan. 

"Oh darling! You sure are getting heavier!" He grumbled again when he straightened his back and heard a loud pop from the action. 

"She's growing well isn't she?" A woman wearing a gray dress sauntered forward in their direction. She was holding her round huge belly and by the looks of it, she was about to give birth soon. 

"Why are you here? I thought you're not feeling well?" The man asked with a worried look as the girl shouted "mother!" and requested to be put down so she can come running towards her. 

The girl immediately came beside the woman and held her hand. She helped her sit down at a nearby chair. 

"I am fine. I feel suffocated being in the same room for days now. A change of scenery will not hurt the babe." The woman muttered a quiet thank you to the girl with a smile. 

"And also, I missed your voice. Would you sing for me before I could have this child?" The woman smiled at the man. Before he could protest tho, the girl jumped from joy after hearing her mother's request. 

"Would you, uncle?! Please sing the song….Ahhh….that….umhh…Dragon Lullaby!" She said in a high pitched tone as she excitedly requested her new favorite song. 

The man learned that song once while staying on the Red Keep. He doesn't really know what the full meaning of the song was. He just knew that it was sung in Valyrian and it was known as Dragon Lullaby. 

With a smile and a sigh, a sign of him giving up, he opened his mouth and started singing. Soft voice echoed throughout the room. The mother closed her eyes enjoying the song while the girl started humming as she tried to imitate her uncle. 

Drakari pykiros

Tīkummo jemiros

Yn lantyz bartossa

Saelot vāedis

Hen ñuhā elēnī:

Perzyssy vestretis

Se gēlȳn irūdaks

Ānogrose-

However, the song was interrupted as footfalls echoed to the hallway. There stood the father of the girl and husband of the pregnant woman, wearing a smug grin on his face. 

"Wonderful as always brother." He clapped mockingly as he moved forward, standing beside the girl, who looked terrified as she grabbed her mother's hand. The lady cooed her and moved her nearer. 

"Brother, what brings you here?" With a tight lip, the uncle straightened and looked unsure to his younger brother's eyes. 

"Hmmmm….Father was looking for you."

"He does? Do you know why?" 

"You'll see." The younger brother grinned, too happy for the atmosphere he created. 

With an uncertain look, he bid his farewell to the girl and lady. He gulped as he walked past his brother. 

When the younger brother made sure his brother was out of earshot, the man laughed maniacally. Scaring his daughter and wife. 

With a quiver in her voice, the wife boldly asked, "Is there something amusing, dear husband?" 

"Nothing at all. Just prepare yourself to be called the lady of the house soon." He laughed while sharing the good news to her, but terrible news to the wife, who adored the older brother like her true friend. 

"What do you mean?" Eyes-widen, the lady stood up abruptly scaring the young girl beside her more. 

"Throw all of your affections away towards my older brother now. I am sure he will be banished soon." The man gave the lady a sneer before he abruptly left after dropping the announcement that shattered the woman's heart with worry. She tried to calm down her nerves but her breathing became worse.

She was heaving when she sat down and clutched her stomach. A pained groan left the lady's lips as she felt a contraction on her stomach. 

The girl's eyes widened in fear and she immediately went near her mother. She asked her many questions about what she was feeling when she felt her shoes got wet from water that came out of nowhere. She traced down the source of it with her eyes and fear overtook her when she realized where it came from. 

"Run and tell a servant that I am giving birth." Even in pain, her mother managed to tell her what she needed. With a nod, she ran towards the door and out on the hallway looking for help. 

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"Uncle……what are you doing here?" She was feeling many emotions at once but the one that resurfaced was confusion as she frowned at the man who looks older now with grayish hair. 

Her family believed he died after he went to Essos. Not that his death was mourned by them, as her family hated him for choosing a foolish dream instead of being a lord. Her mother does though and she remembered she does too, missing his voice and the way he helped her hide that he secretly fixed her hair so the matron will not know she did not behave like a lady that day. 

She thought she'll forget his face when she gets older but she can still recognize him. His father's older brother, his mother's dear friend. He is here. Standing in front of you, alive and well.

The old man opened and closed his mouth, trying to speak but couldn't. His eyes were wide, stance quivering from relief. Until a tear left his eyes and he crumbled in front of you. 

"Oh thank the new gods! I thought of you two as dead. Many have told me to expect it but I did not believe any word they said." As his knees weakened with relief, he fell down on the floor and by instinct, you went to his side and asked for his well-being. 

"I'll go get water." You heard your sister say as she went to the kitchen. You can hear water being poured to a cup but all your attention was on your uncle. 

He was mumbling about almost losing hope he will ever find the both of you. Being a young noble lady, alone to fight the world, the chances of surviving were very slim but he did not give up.

Instead, he searched every corner of Westeros and followed any trail they provided him. He doesn't care about how tiring it was. How expensive. He cannot lose his nieces. The children of her dear friend. 

You helped him to sit back down on the nearby chair and your sister helped him to sip a cup of water to help calm him down. You asked him to breathe, slowly, in and out. And he followed you even with shaky breaths. Once he deems that he is alright, you step back and stand beside your sister. She looked at you, confused and somewhat curious. 

"I apologize for my behavior earlier. Your sister might be confused about who I am. Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am your uncle, your father's brother. The known family shame if they refuse to talk about me properly as I know my family well more than anyone." He introduced himself with a bitter chuckle.

"Oh….you are the…." Your sister raised her finger and looked at you as if asking your permission as she was uncertain to mention something rude. 

"Yes, the one who was supposed to be dead after pursuing his useless dreams. Eaten by the Dorthraki, dismembered, you name it." He said ever so casually.

"Don't be surprised that I know. The people won't stop talking about it for a while. I memorized every tale by now." You can't help but give a low chuckle on how he shared his story. The nobles will never change. And you won't be surprised if he is still under scrutiny. 

Your sister also gave a kind laugh, followed by your uncle as you three looked at each other and understood the struggle that the rumors brought into your lives. 

After a while, you three stopped laughing and you stared at your uncle. You gave him a smile before you ran towards him and gave him the biggest, warmest hug. 

"Oh! I am so glad to see you safe and sound. I myself do believe the rumors that you might be dead but I am thankful that the gods let us see each other again. Come here, Rhea. Meet our uncle. Our mother's closest confidant and friend, who has the voice of an angel and a talent in music." You gesture to your sister to come towards your direction and she did not hesitate to hug him as well. He grunts as he was surprised by your sister's weight as she gave him a tight hug. 

"I know you, uncle! And not by the rumors! Mother won't stop talking about you and she made sure that we will get only the best stories about you." She gave a wolfish grin and proudly shared the stories she heard and believed. 

Your uncle then gave a bashful smile as he made himself humble with the praises your sister keeps throwing his way. Your mother truly loved your uncle, not just a friend but also as a brother. 

However, despite the happy reunion, something keeps bugging inside your mind. As someone who was used to the slum, you must always listen to your gut instinct because it will always save you from harm. It never failed you, not even once. 

That's why after your sister and uncle talked about each other, you can't help but utter the question you wanted to ask. 

"If it was true that you lived a hard life, then I don't understand how you were able to search in every corner of Westeros, if you don't have the gold to help you with finding both of us?" Both of your sister and uncle lost their smiles as you've asked about the obvious. You cannot risk it. When he mentioned about a hard life and still living as much as he can through music, something doesn't seem right. And you have to know about it. Not that you do not trust him but you have been betrayed by the very people who swore to love and cherish you, just to be discarded the next day. You have to know. 

With the question being thrown, the atmosphere changed and your uncle looked more serious.

"I…..Rest assured that it wasn't my intention to hide any of this from the two of you. I thought, maybe, I will share this once I've got to hear your stories and you've got to hear mine but since you have asked and I don't want you to not trust me, I will share how I was able to search every corner of Westeros." His hand tightened holding the wooden cup of water. Uncertain, he tipped it unto his mouth and drank, probably for strength on whatever he had to reveal. 

"It was true that the money I used to search for the two of you came from our family." He continued as he licked his lips.

"That's impossible. The pirates seized all of our own." You denied. 

"I know. But it did come from our riches…..You see when I heard about what happened to our house, I went back to King's Landing and did my best to convince the nobles to help me take it back and find you, my nieces. However, no one batted an eye. All I got was mocking from all of them. Until he came to me." He bit his lips and worry etched on his face. 

"Who?" Curious, you asked.

"He asked me why it must be saved. And I told him the hidden mine, our family heirloom where our riches came from. It will be helpful in bringing stability to the kingdom and also will strengthen our land and sea, aside from the power the sea snake has brought to us. When he asked how I know it will still be intact after my brother's reign, I told him that even my father does not know about that reserved. My grandmother was the one who shared it with me and I hold the map for that hidden treasure. I have to reveal it because I know that's the only one that can save us and our family……I thought at first, he would not believe me, but then the next day came and we looked for it. We found the place and he assisted me in convincing the King to take back our land." He continued the story and you can't help the pang inside your chest. You can feel it gurgling inside you. You are scared of whatever this might be. 

"Who is he, uncle?" You asked again and this time, he looked you in the eye before speaking again.

"You see……the second son had no power nor land on their name. So they have to create their own. I convinced him that if he was able to defeat the pirates and grow our land back, I would give it to him and I would be his aide. And as a promising young man with ambition, he did. He was able to and the land was awarded to him. No one knows tho. As the King and King's hand were scared if he fails but despite winning, he told them to keep it a secret still. But I can't do that to you. I know what you've been through…"

Shaking your head you took a step back with labor breath, not accepting what your uncle was telling you about. 

A promising young man who was able to convince the King and King's hand….. The second son. There is no one that fits that description other than him.

"Don't tell me that you brought him here. To me….?" You asked, frightened about him appearing on your door any time he wants to. Silver hair, body clad with leather armor, eye patch intimidating anyone who crosses his path.

"No! No! No! Don't misunderstand. I never told him about today. I found the two of you by accident and coincidence. I was roaming around the street when I saw a lady wearing a familiar stitched beautiful dress. I asked her who made it because I know that style was from your mother's." He quickly defended himself but you can't help but still worry. 

"I will never force the two of you to come back to court. I know how cruel it was. How much you've suffered. However, I know that being here is much more dangerous than when you were in court. A former noble lady is a good product for a slave. I know because I've seen it first hand in Essos. I am proud of what you have accomplished by yourselves but you also must understand my worry as the streets become riddled with new dangers everyday. I will respect whatever you decide but in my heart, I hope that the three of us will be together and we can protect each other." 

You can't remove the sincere eyes of your uncle as you finally waved him goodbye when he left your home. All of the things he mentioned were true. 

And despite not seeing him for years, something inside you believes that he is being true to his words.

You would lie if you never worry about the safety of your sister as she slowly grows up as a fine lady. 

A poor woman will never survive the streets alone. Dangers will be lurking twice scarier than a man faces everyday.

You can never live with him especially since your uncle was his aide. But you are no fool not to think about it.

You have grown street smart and there's a part of you that thinks maybe living with your uncle is better than starting from the slums. 

You shook your head to remove the thought when you heard your sister's voice from behind. There will be a right time to think about that. 

Right now, you must focus on what you need to do. Finish the dresses and sell them tomorrow. You also need to buy new supplies. You reminded yourself to talk to Simon and help the two of you to carry your things.

Yet, a question remains inside your head, as to why he helped your uncle. Was it truly because of the honor or something else? You laughed at yourself for even thinking he has other motives that include you. That was from your old self, to whom you did your best to bury, who keeps resurging whenever he was mentioned.

He doesn't care.

Best to focus on you and your sister's future. 

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

The Raifu infection is S P R E A D I N G

And for me the only cure is M16A1, Springfield (MY BELOVED), Spas-12, and M4 SOPMOD II with an S/O who likes to serenade them with a guitar! Please?

(GFL) M16A1, Springfield, SPAS-12, and M4 SOPMOD II's S/O serenading them with a guitar

I have barely resisted the urge to turn this into yet another song fic because Love Deterrence from Metal Gear is the first song to come to mind. And for Girl's Frontline, that song is very fitting in this setting. Also, SPRINGFIELD MY BELOVED, whoever made her deserves some kind of nobell peace prize for creating a woman who can bring world peace with that voice.

M16 thinks S/O songs are cheesy, if she's being completely honest.

She laughs everytime at the sight of S/O with a guitar, attempting to swoon her with an old love song from the early 2000's.

But at the same time, she couldn't deny that it had its charms.

Or that it was completely ineffective against her.

Strangely enough, she gets flustered if S/O plays it with the rest of her squad around, her usual boisterous attitude shut down into stammers and blushing.

But whenever S/O has her full attention, M16 listens intently with one hand under her chin, smiling all the while.

(M16A1) "You sure know a way into a girl's heart with that singing voice."

(S/O) "It was good?"

(M16A1) snrk "Yeah."

(S/O) "...What was with that snicker?"

(M16A1) "S-Sorry, I really do mean that. It's just...Well, it's just kinda funny. I thought this sort of practice died out fifty years ago."

(S/O) "True love never dies out, my dear!"

M16 knew they said that ironically but it still made her burst out laughing.

...God she hoped they were being ironic.

Springfield absolutely adores S/O's guitars skills.

And she loves it even more that they play songs just for her.

Springfield insists that S/O plays at the café to liven things up!

And if it happens to be a love song, then she certainly won't complain!

Much to the dismay of everyone present in the room if the two lovebirds began flirting.

(Springfield) "Lovely performance as always, S/O!"

(S/O) "Well, I'm not sure I could have played as well without you here, Springfield.~"

(WA2000) "GET A ROOM YOU TWO! Some of us are trying to drink our coffee in peace here!"

Springfield just giggles at the others' reactions, not so much as a hint of shame present on her face.

(Springfield) "If I may ask dear, where did you learn to play a guitar? I can't imagine it was through something digital if you're playing such old songs."

If SPAS had a heart, it'd be pounding every single time S/O played a song specifically for her on their guitar.

She lets out a little squeal before covering her mouth and laughing, listening affectionately to S/O.

This sort of thing was in the old vids she had watched, and she never expected for it to be done for her.

It also helped the romantic mood that it usually happened during a red candlelit dinner.

S/O's music was powerful enough to just make her wait a few seconds longer than usual before digging in.

But even as she's eating, she listens without missing a beat.

(S/O) "Well, what do you think?"

(SPAS-12) "Itwablublyafalaysh!"

(S/O) "Chew your food first SPAS."

SPAS-12 swallowed and wiped her mouth, smiling and leaning into the table, accidentally making it almost tilt and almost hitting S/O in the process.

(SPAS-12) "It was lovely as always! It never fails to make me feel so giddy!"

She giggles as she puts both hands under her chin, staring straight into S/O.

(SPAS-12) "You gotta teach me how to play the guitar too someday! I want my turn to give you something romantic for dinner!"

SOPMOD really enjoyed whenever S/O played her a love song on their acoustic guitar.

She had no idea what most of them were from or what year they originated, but its clear S/O put a lot of heart into them.

SOPMOD at least could appreciate that.

But, it was a bit too soft for her liking.

Only one thing to do, show S/O how it was done! If you wanna sing to SOPMOD, you gotta do it her way!"

(SOPMOD) "S/O! I have a song I wanna play for you too!"

(S/O) "R-Really?"

(SOPMOD) "Uh-huh! I've been learning how to play the guitar just like you! Here, sit, sit!"

SOPMOD excitedly rushed S/O into a chair as they laughed, complying with their girlfriend's wishes.

(S/O) "Alright alright! But you need to grab my guitar first, right?"

(SOPMOD) "Nope! Got my very own!"

SOPMOD opened her dorm's closet and brought out an electric guitar, accented with red lightning bolts. Very much like SOPMOD.

S/O first smiled at that, finding the sight cute.

Until SOPMOD brought out speakers that was larger than her, which she slammed onto the ground with little to no efforts, reminding S/O of the strength she possessed.

And then the dangerous smirk they've learned to love and fear.

...

RO635 sat outside the base to get a breath of fresh air. She felt the cold winds blow against her artificial skin as she sat back into a steel chair she had brought along.

(RO635) "I never noticed how quiet it was out here.-"

(M4 SOPMOD II's Voice)

"WOAH, YEAH! KICKSTART MY HEART, GIVE IT A START! WOAH, YEAH! BAAAAAAAAAABYYYYY!"

(RO635) "...Maybe that's why."

[cevansbrat0007]

Hello Mr. Barber, I wanted to ask what are some qualities we ladies should look for as our deal breakers in finding a perfect match? I'm not very lucky in the dating sphere and I'm quite ready to give up. You and your wife are very lucky to have found each other and worked on your relationship. Obviously every person is different in what they look for in a partner, but do you have any suggestions or advice?

Summary: Andrew Barber returns to answer even more of your burning questions about love and marriage. Written from Andy's POV. Also check out Volume I and Volume II, as well as an Interview with Mrs. Barber.

Warning: the following response contains mature themes, including references to oral sex and cursing. Minors DNI.

A/N: For more insight into Andrew Barber and his Baby Girl, please check out my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

___

Well hello again, everybody! First let me say that it’s nice to be back. My wife and I have really come to enjoy these questions. However, this time I felt the need to consult her as I wrote this response. This is in addition to letting her review my answers before hitting “publish”.

I just wanted to make sure that my answers made sense. Lucky for me, Baby Girl is a very honest creature. So, without further ado, here we go.

Allow me to begin by saying that there’s no such thing as a perfect match. Although I initially disagreed with this, my wife helped break it down for me so that I could better see her point. That’s one of the many things I love about this woman, you know? She’s willing to challenge me and the ways I see the world.

And sometimes that’s exactly what I need.

Now, that’s not to say there’s no hope of ever finding the yin to your yang. That’s absolutely possible. I just mean that perhaps you ought to consider tweaking your perspective a little. 

Maybe reframe it in terms of you’re seeking a partner. Because that’s what you’re looking for, right? That’s the goal – the endgame. You’re searching for someone to do life with, together. Forever. 

And in order for that to happen, you need an effective partner. Someone who sees you for who you are. Who loves you the ways you need to be loved. Someone who enhances instead of detracts. 

You want someone who’s willing to meet you where you’re at with the intention of helping you grow.

With that in mind, I would implore you not to lower your standards. Maintain your values. Know your worth. Don’t ever compromise any of that for another person. I’d also advise you to be immediately wary of any man or potential significant other that ever asks you to do so. 

One of things that really attracted me to my spouse is that she expected to be treated a certain way from the very beginning. She’s the type of person who commands respect from everyone wherever she is. She’s always been that way. And it’s because she knows her worth.

Case in point, when I almost blew it on our very first date. To this day, I’m grateful that I found the balls to chase after that woman when things went south at Cibo Matto. This man right here “ain’t too proud to beg”, I can tell you that much.

And yes, I know that’s a song by The Temptations. I was actually just serenading Baby Girl with it the other night. If memory serves, she was pissed at me for eating the last of her homemade cinnamon rolls. So, I did what any good husband would do when their lady threatens to run away to the grocery store and never come back. I swooped her up as she was stomping out the door and carted her off to my office so that I could apologize for my actions.

Besides, I’d much rather eat her any day. I mean can you blame me? My woman is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. The stories I could tell you about all the ways I’ve convinced her to forgive me for the stupid things that I’ve done…

But that’s not what this was initially about, is it? My sincerest apologies. Where was I? Oh, that’s right. Knowing your worth and refusing to lower your standards. 

During our first date, my girl refused to settle for being treated as an afterthought. So she left. Just straight up walked out on me. Because she deserved better than how I was treating her. 

That evening should have been about us getting to know each other better. Instead, I unknowingly allowed my ego to get in the way and almost derailed everything before it had the chance to start. Which meant that I almost lost out on something magical. 

Which brings me to my next point. Everyone makes mistakes. This can be especially true when nerves are involved. I’m fortunate in that my Baby Girl eventually forgave me, and with that also came a second chance. But only because – and she explained this to me again last night – I had enough sense and maturity to apologize.

And fucking mean it. 

So, I’m going to suggest that you be willing to grant any of your potential suitors some grace. But only if they’re worthy of it. Meaning that if he’s not willing to apologize – especially if he’s done something to accidentally hurt or disrespect you – then walk away.

Because that’s a sign that you’re dealing with a boy. Not a man.      

The only other thing I would encourage you to do is to keep yourself open to love. Magic tends to find us when we least expect it. It likes to sneak up and knock you square in the face. And when that happens, I think you should embrace it.

Run with it. Cherish it. Be thankful for it.

Treat that relationship like a seed and water it daily. You’ve got to pour into one another and tend to that love. Cultivate it gently with tenderness and patience. And hopefully one day you and your partner will look up and be utterly amazed by what has blossomed.    

Thank you for your question and never forget that Mrs. Barber and I are cheering you on from the sidelines. 

Best Wishes, Andrew Barber

[stars-tonight]

hi gorgeous! your matchups are absolutely adorable and i thought of sending in one for myself because, hey, you're pretty cool and i just wanna see who i'm more compatible w shshsh. i would adore a long, romantic matchup!!! i'm a straight woman (she/her) and i'd love to be matched w a male character!! my ideal type in a guy would be someone who's attentive, and a perfectionist. i always work super hard to look good/stay good and i'd appreciate a person who does the same. i also want someone who stands up for what he thinks and isn't easily influenced yk? i like someone who keeps me on my toes and challenges me and motivates me to work harder. i love love love boys who take an effort on dates. i want a guy who listens to the similar music i do and makes playlists for me (id do the same duh) and writes long ass love letters, just because. i want someone who matches outfits with me and holds my hand in public. someone i can trust with anything and we can just yap at 2 a.m. about the most senseless thing there is on planet earth. bonus points if he looks tall and scary because like...yes.

i'm so sorry i ramble a lot but it's just like...unstoppable, anyways a tiny description of me!! i'm an introvert, even if i do not look the part. it's not like i'm shy, i just don't like keeping up w fake people if you know what i mean. i'm confident about myself and know what i want in life. i'm also pretty sarcastic usually and use humor as a coping mechanism. i usually tend to overwork myself because i want to be the best at everything i do. i also ALWAYS stick up for my friends and don't let anyone walk over me or those who matter to me. i love love love listening to people and offering them advice, it fills me with so much glee that they trust me with things like, i'm always here for u!!! also, i'm not exactly a sunshine nor am i grumpy? it really just depends on whom i'm around. i'm 5'0 feet tall, with brown layered waves and curtain bangs, and almond shaped eyes. i'm pretty fair ngl but super tanned around the arms (i forget sunscreen) and i have an hourglass figure. my hobbies are playing the guitar, doing ballet, watching sappy girly romcoms, doing my makeup, listening to songs, studying (sorry im a nerd), shopping and swimming. i do adore a good thriller novel too. ok, ranking the love languages wld be- 1) quality time (giving n receiving) 2) acts of service (receiving n giving ) 3) words of affirmation (giving n receiving) 4) physical touch (receiving) 5) gifts!! (receiving) sorry chat im too broke n uncreative to give any IM SORRY ILL SMOTHER U W LOVE extra info i saw the previous people give, i'm an intp virgo YAY i love taylor swift and the color pink (im the textbook definition of a girly girl) i adore english literature and have won plenty of international writing awards im so proud of it AND AND AND i think youre very cool and awesome and yeah. inserts bow emoji cause i cant find it. LOVE YOU TAKE CARE STAY HYDRAETD!!!! take ur time bb.

headcanons

🥛 atsumu is definitely a perfectionist

🥛 always speaks his mind

🥛 also definitely on the fun and outgoing side as a partner

🥛 can do unexpected things at times (showing up at your house for an impromptu date with a suit / tie and a bouquet of roses in hand, for example)

🥛 is used to motivation and motivating (read "motivating" as "challenging osamu, sometimes unintentionally")

🥛 he knows what he wants in life and he isn't afraid to go for it

🥛 admires you for being the same

🥛 also tends to overwork himself so you'd both have to remind each other to take it easy

🥛 if he had time for dating, atsumu strikes me as kind of a player

🥛 not many people can keep up with his nature or have the patience to deal with his volleyball obsession

🥛 so he'd be used to people coming and going

🥛 but once he falls, he falls HARD

🥛 love letters kinda guy

🥛 would be either one of the following two:

🥛 shamelessly serenades you with them and reads them in front of everyone while under your house either trying to get you to go out with him (before the relationship) or lowkey just making you embarrassed (during the relationship)

🥛 too embarrassed to share his deepest feelings with you until osamu completely outs him by secretly mailing you the letters (think "all the boys")

🥛 you can definitely talk to him even at 2 a.m.

🥛 will probably be asleep then (he's gotta get good sleep to be in peak athletic condition) but will be up and bouncing within seconds if you need him

🥛 i believe atsumu will be big on giving words of affirmation and physical touch

🥛 strikes me as a pda guy

🥛 almost solely because it annoys osamu

🥛 loves going on dates with you, both chill and fancy

🥛 WILL put effort into fancy dates

🥛 honestly just wants to spend a lot of time with you because he's usually very busy with volleyball

🥛 if you're okay with it, he's running to you before and after a game and giving you a big kiss

🥛 calls you his good luck charm affectionately

runner up for you was oikawa tōru!

A/N: i hope you liked it 🎀anon! i hope this met your expectations :)

(i also really really hope i got the emoji right ik you sent me another message but i'm just a mess so there's a chance i messed it up)

[hajimakitten]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙀. | ot7 vampire au

Author's notes: when i read this back, i was feeling all sorts of things for namjoon saying "little one". i need to do more of this... enjoy!

The night was thick with anticipation as the coven of vampires prowled the streets, their predatory instincts guiding them through the darkness. Jungkook, the embodiment of seductive danger, led his companions - Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung - in their unending quest for sustenance.

Jungkook's confidence oozed from every pore as he scanned the dimly lit alleyways, his piercing gaze seeking out their next meal. His dark, tousled hair framed his chiseled features, accentuating his feral allure. His lips curved into a wicked grin, revealing a hint of his sharp fangs, a constant reminder of his true nature.

"Keep your eyes peeled, boys," Jungkook purred, his voice laced with a dangerous charm. "Tonight, we feast."

As they ventured deeper into the night, the serenade of their footsteps mingled with their playful banter. The coven was a tightly-knit group, their bond forged through eternity. They reveled in their immortality, their existence a dance on the precipice of pleasure and danger.

Suddenly, the scent of something tantalizingly sweet filled the air, captivating their senses. Their instincts surged, their eyes locking onto a figure bathed in moonlight. She stood at the end of the alley, her vulnerable beauty a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded her.

Jimin's eyes narrowed, his voice a bit lower than normal. "Well, well, what do we have here? A potential meal or something more?"

The coven approached her cautiously, their predatory instincts on high alert. As they drew closer, the girl's eyes widened in fear, her pulse quickening with each passing moment. She stumbled back, fear etched upon her delicate features.

Namjoon, the oldest among them, took a step forward, his voice gentle yet commanding. "We mean you no harm, little one. We merely seek sustenance."

The girl's eyes darted between the vampires, her voice quivering. "Please, don't hurt me. I... I'm just lost."

Jungkook's lips curled into a mischievous smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Lost, you say? Well, perhaps we can help you find your way, little lost lamb."

The coven exchanged knowing glances, their intentions clear. In the midst of their search for sustenance, they had stumbled upon a potential queen, a woman who could fulfill their deepest desires. It was a rarity, a stroke of fate that they couldn't ignore.

Hoseok, the embodiment of grace and charm, stepped forward, his voice dripping with velvet seduction. "Tell us, little one, have you ever danced with the darkness? Have you ever tasted the forbidden fruit of immortality?"

The girl's eyes widened, a mixture of curiosity and fear swirling within them. Her voice trembled as she spoke. "Immortality? Is that what you're offering me?"

Seokjin, with his ethereal beauty, approached her with a gentle smile. "Indeed, my dear. Join us, and you shall never know the touch of mortality again. We can grant you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams."

Yoongi, the embodiment of sensual power, added, his voice a low murmur, "But be warned, once you embrace the darkness, there is no turning back. Are you prepared for the price of eternity?"

The girl hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. But in that moment, a fire ignited within her, a thirst for adventure and the unknown. She looked up at Jungkook, her voice steady. "If I join you, will I have to follow your every command?"

Jungkook's cocky grin widened, his voice dripping with confidence. "Oh, sweetheart, you'll find that I'm not one to be easily tamed. But rest assured, your desires will be met, and your voice will be heard."

The girl took a step closer, her eyes gleaming with newfound determination. "Then I accept your offer."

As the coven encircled her, their eyes filled with hunger and desire, Taehyung extended his hand, his touch both electrifying and tantalizing. "Welcome, my queen, to our world. Let the seductive embrace of immortality consume us all."

And with that, they vanished into the night, their laughter echoing through the darkness. The girl had unknowingly stepped into a place of eternal desire, where her every fantasy would become a reality, her journey was just beginning.

[frazzledsoul]

A short list of things the season 7 writers did that I don't think ASP would have allowed

- Rory verbally eviscerating her mother for banging her father and screwing up her personal relationship with him right at the moment when when he was finally starting to show interest in her as someone other than a means to get to Lorelai

- Luke being allowed to stop stewing in his anger and move on with his life, because the world doesn't revolve around Lorelai and there are other people in his life who needs him

- Luke being allowed to be a competent and loving father without the complete focus being on how Lorelai is upset that it's distracting from her perfect wedding

- Luke being allowed to tell Anna that he is responsible, he is a good dad, and that she has no right to take April away from him

- Rory's perfect S7 hair

- Rory going an entire year without any love triangle bullshit

- Logan mostly being a pretty good boyfriend without any fatalism worked in about how he's going to ruin Rory's life and can never change

- Logan moving away from his dad's company and verging out on his own

- "Logan, I love you, but I'm not going to support every single stupid thing you do." RORY MY QUEEN!

- Zach being allowed to become a supportive husband and father

- The Anna villain era, which was warranted because that woman was the worst.

- Lorelai writing the reference letter for Luke and it being detailed in writing how he was Rory's father figure and a wonderful man and support system, things no one will ever say about Christopher, ever

- Luke winning the custody that he asked for

- The scenes of Luke and Luke/Lorelai cuddling infant Doula, which ASP would have rejected because they were too cheesetastic

- Emily straight up telling Lorelai that Christopher is a loser, but she picked him, so she should take the marriage seriously, because after all, it's her funeral (ASP would never allow her beloved Christopher to be talked about this way)

- ASP might have allowed Christopher to flat out say that he was Lorelai's second choice and to have Lorelai say she doesn't really want to be with him, but...I have my doubts

- Ditto with Luke and Logan being so supportive of the girls when Richard was ailing...I don't think she would have let Logan do it, and Luke showing up and focusing more on Lorelai than having a pissing contest with the mostly absent Christopher is something I have doubts she would have allowed

- I'm not sure she would have allowed Lane's baby shower episode, which I kind of adore. The scene where Lane tells Rory she wants her to be the "Lorelai Gilmore" to her kids in case they rebel against her values and turn out like her mom seems too much of an admission that Mrs. Kim's belief system is valid. I'm not sure it would have happened under ASP.

- Luke being the godfather to Lane and Zach's boys because they wanted some guidance from him. Nope. She never would have allowed Luke to be seen as that good of a dad.

- Hay Bale Maze! Lit fans are going to have to forgive me because I really love, love this episode and all of Logan's interactions during the hour, especially with Lorelai.

- Luke and Lorelai taking responsibility for their behavior and apologizing to each other. ASP would never have allowed Lorelai to say it was wrong to sleep with Christopher Hayden. I'm not sure she would have allowed the minimal insight from Luke that he pushed Lorelai away because he was afraid of getting close to her or to have Lorelai forgive him for this because after all, nothing is more important than Lorelai Gilmore's wedding plans. Anyway, even if it didn't go deep enough I would not have ever watched the show again unless she had said she was sorry for what she did.

- Lorelai serenading Luke during karaoke. Too cheesetastic. Wouldn't have been allowed.

- Jess being allowed to keep his dignity offscreen, because if Milo had been able and willing to make appearances during S7 (huge if, given his full time 22 episodes a year gig on another network at the time) ASP likely did not have a fabulous plot in store for him in part because she's ASP and she never has a fabulous plot in store for anyone but at this point in the story, her deteriorating writing skills and overall tendency to want to make her characters as miserable as humanly possible would have prevailed and it would have been a really nasty, toxic Jess vs Logan plot that would not have been in the best interest for anyone involved. So Jess keeps his dignity, has a nice life offscreen, and is, of course, in the full swing of his Slutty Philadelphia Jess era. He was gifted a good life, let him keep it.

-And most importantly of all...the story ends with Rory and Lorelai ready to go off to their futures while Lorelai will maintain her relationship with her parents. Their codependent era is over and Lorelai can concentrate on family life with Luke (whatever that ends up meaning) and Rory can finally brace adult life without clutching her mother's apron strings. Whatever future or ship one imagines for Rory is possible, because she's young and ambitious and is not tied down by the belief that she has to repeat her mother's patterns in life. ASP would never, ever have allowed this. She did not want them to be happy, and she did not want them to move on. But it was the ending they (and the audience deserved).

[invisibleraven]

the push to 500!! #20 blowing them a kiss, jatp sweet tarts

Reggie really wasn't sure why he was here honestly. Okay, that wasn't fair, he knew why, and it was the screaming woman next t him. Flynn had just gotten dumped by the latest girl who struck her fancy, leaving her with an extra ticket to the Dirty Candi concert. And since Reggie had no plans (and no life according to his best friend), here he was.

He would confess that some of the songs were catchy, but it wasn't really his thing. Bubblegum pop was more Alex's scene than his, but Alex was out of town on his honeymoon with Willie, so Reggie was here, surrounded by fans in various rainbow hues, trying to bop along with the sound.

"Aren't you glad you came?" Flynn shouted at him, her smile wide. Which was a marked improvement over earlier when her mascara was running down her face as she devoured the last of his Cherry Garcia. So Reggie put on a strained grin and nodded.

"So glad!"

Flynn whooped as another song started and Reggie fought the urge to look at his watch. So maybe he would totally rather be cuddling Finn on the couch watching Survivor than at the hottest concert in town. It didn't mean he didn't have a life... it just meant he was comfy in his routine... right?

Only then the lights went down, and a hush went over the crowd and Flynn clutched his arm. "What's going on?" he hissed.

"This is where Carrie picks someone from the crowd to serenade!" Flynn replied. "I've seen so many viral videos of it online. God I would die to be the one she picks!"

Reggie glanced up to the stage as Carrie, the lead singer in all her sparkly pink glory tapping her mouth as she scanned the crowd. And then pointed right at him.

Reggie blinked as a spotlight shone right down on him, and he shook his head, trying to push Flynn forward. But Flynn, traitor of a best friend that she was, pushed him towards the stage instead. "Go your doofus!"

"B-but..." but Reggie's protests went on deaf ears as the crowd parted for him, shoving him towards the burly security guy who escorted him to the stool awaiting him. Was sure the weak smile that he offered the crew and Carrie betrayed something in how much he didn't want to be here, but no one said anything.

Carrie smiled at him, all pop star perfectionism as she sat across from him. "Hey sweetheart, what's your name?"

"Reggie, I'm Reggie. Hi." He offered Carrie a nervous wave and she stifled a giggle.

"Hi Reggie. You okay for me to sing you a song?"

"You take requests?" he joked. He always turned flirty when nervous around pretty girls, and god he hoped this wouldn't have the security guards escorting him offstage for it. But the twinkle in Carrie's eyes belayed his fears.

Carrie giggled again. "I mean, I had a number prepared..."

"So not willing to break out some Dolly or Shania?" he asked and Carrie's smile was almost as bright as the lights at that.

"While I do appreciate the country divas, not this time. Maybe another time?"

"I'll hold you to that," Reggie replied, winking, loving how it made Carrie-the Carrie Wilson-blush like a schoolgirl. Look, he was no big fan of her music, but he couldn't deny she was extremely beautiful, and talented from all the fan worship he had listened to from Flynn. So to make her blush made him preen, just a little.

Carrie sat on her own stool, nodding at whatever guy was strumming the acoustic in the darkness and started singing. But it wasn't the manufactured pop that Reggie was expecting. Instead it was a longing love ballad, almost haunted and heartbreaking as the lyrics washed over him.

Then Carrie turned her big brown eyes on him, singing from the heart, and Reggie had to grip the stool beneath him. God, to be hit with all that all at once was overwhelming. He hummed the chorus quietly, picking up the tune as she sang. There was a brief flash of surprise in her eyes, but then a soft smile graced her face as she scooted the stool closer, offering to share the mic.

Reggie shook his head, he didn't know the words, but he kept humming, giving a quiet backing track to Carrie's words as she sang, her voice almost breathy as she sang the final bridge, their foreheads almost touching. Shaking herself as the applause roared, looking out to the audience like she had forgotten they were there. Reggie blinked as the world came back to him.

Well damn.

Carrie plastered that fake grin back on, and told the audience to thank Reggie who gave an over exaggerated bow. The security guys came over to escort him back, but Reggie turned to watch Carrie looking at him, biting her lip. He blew her a kiss, and she beamed, returning the gesture before turning back to the crowd.

Reggie wasn't sure how he got back to his seat, nor how he was still functioning. Flynn was yammering in his ear, but he was deaf to everything but the siren on stage who had stolen his heart with one serenade. She caught his eye at the end of the show and blew him one more kiss, which he caught, pretending to pocket it, loving how it made Carrie laugh.

"So...still glad you came?" Flynn asked as they filed out of the stadium.

"You know what? I really am," Reggie replied. Especially when he found the card with Carrie's number that the PA had slipped him before he had left the stage earlier.

He still wasn't the biggest fan of Dirty Candi's music, but he was fairly certain he had just secured the sot as Carrie Wilson's number one fan. And maybe more, if he was lucky.

[johannestevans]

i just think house and Wilson should fuck and that

Wilson should top

House should think Wilson throwing him around is great and keep commenting sarcastically about what a big strong man he is

Wilson should be torn between pride and insecurity about it

I also think said pride/insecurity mix should manifest in precisely the way it always does with Wilson: Wilson out loud talking rapidly to justify how him being demanding or whatever as a partner is "manly" and theoretically appealing if they're gay or at least attracted to men

and house who, whenever he manages to get Wilson into one of these insecure rants, keeps grinning and saying, "did I say I didn't like it?"

which just freaks Wilson out MORE

Is Wilson having a little panic about acting on his attraction to men and of all people to house at his age?

yes, a little bit, but not as much as you might think

is he panicking about how House with this new insight to wilson's sexual habits keeps not psychoanlysing him and his past relationships, but tricking WILSON into psychoanlaysing his own?

ABSOLUTELY, and house KNOWS it

and every time wilson tries to turn it around on house and goes well you like it!! what does it say about you that you like when I go out of my way to control you!

and house is like, well i guess the same thing it usually says about our relationship, that we're codependent and I trust you a WEIRD amount, and the same thing it says about my relationship with hookers, that I like my slap tickled and vice versa

wilson: …

house: do you disagree

Wilson: SHUT UP

the Thing I love about house is that as much as I absolutely do feel he's insecure about his relationships and would ultimately assume that Wilson is going to get tired of him at any moment and abandon him, like

his desire to shock and mess with people trumps anxiety every time

house: just because we're having sex with each other doesn't mean we're gay

Wilson from the depths of his new identity crisis: yes it does!!!

house: … (mildly) okay, yes it does

wilson: … (loud, wordless frustration before walking out)

house: (to team) what's HER problem?

also house would apply for literally everything he could bc he's a gay doctor now

and Wilson keeps going, but you keep saying we're not gay

house: but you said we are

wilson: you can't keep saying you're gay just when it benefits you

house, sarcastically: what, you think i should only tell people I'm gay if it'll get me discriminated against? have you decided to have sex with me as a roundabout way of punishing me?

wilson: you can't only be gay when it suits you

house: what about when it suits you?

wilson, backed into a corner and unable to retort:

house: :)

but also you know damn well that Wilson can absolutely humiliate house (lovingly) with loud, public declarations of devotion and affection, serenades, etc, and that he can win literally any argument he wants by doing this bc house can always by defeated this way

house, unable to say a word, shoulders tight as a draw string, stifling a weird embarrassed smile because wilson is literally serenading him?

house, without moving his lips: you know you're gonna give gay doctors such a bad name if you make me kill you

ALSO ALSO ALSO

wilson: you keep flirting with women

house: I'm sorry am i not being gay enough for you. i can flirt with men too if it makes you feel better

wilson: well maybe what would make me feel better if you stopped… fishing in other ponds

house: what if I reel one in, are you saying you don't want to share

wilson, squinting: … for a man or a woman

house: does it make a difference which one

wilson: is it homophobic if I say yes

ALSO HOUSE ORGANISES GIRLS NIGHTS WITH WILSON'S EX WIVES WHICH EVERYONE, INCLUDING THEM, HATES

and Wilson responds by reaching out to house's mother, which leaves house somewhere between vulnerable, which he hates, and outplayed, which ofc he loves

if house's parents were homophobic he'd love that, but i feel like his step dad would be like. gruffly supportive

which ofc would send house SPIRALLING bc there's nothing he hates more than that man's approval

chase: if you're gay why have you never tried to fuck me as well as cameron

house: …? do you want me to try to fuck you?

chase: well, no, I'm just saying, I know Cameron is attractive, but so am I, and even, well, I--

house: you're asking me if you're prettier than her

chase: no! I'm not! I'm just saying--

house, to foreman: do you feel upset that I've never tried to have sex with you

foreman, who is not playing this game, and doesn't look up from his paperwork: no

house: I can ask Wilson, I bet he'd say yes

Chase: …

house: you WANT a threesome with me and Wilson

chase: no i don't!!! i just think I'd be the obvious choice if you did!

and I feel like Cameron would be Weird about it and get upset whenever house and/or wilson flirts with women and would say weird things about how they don't show their affection properly or something

and just. i can absolutely see her regularly trying to be Earnest and Meaningful about stuff like wilson and house pranking one another and house like

you know that just because we touch each other in our fun places doesn't mean we can't have OTHER fun, right? in fact--

i just think that half of the people they've ever met would think that house and Wilson are pretending to have sex to troll people

and I think that would infuriate wilson and delight house on every human level

[giorno-plays-piano]

Desire

Pairing: orc!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: obsession, dubcon, Stockholm Syndrome, corruption, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, swearing, size kink.

Words: 1574.

Summary: A wife of an orc, you find yourself gradually submitting to your beast of a husband despite your desire to keep him away.

P.S. I'M SO SORRY! This is just pure filth 🙈 Please proceed carefully!

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"You're such a slut." Bucky growled in your ear lowly, abusing your tight and warm cunt as he pounded into you roughly, nearly making you scream. "You like orc cocks so much, huh? You like it when an orc breeds you, you fucking bitch? Yeah, you do... shit... haah." He bit your earlobe, drawing one more moan from you, and then thrusted even deeper. "My sweet human whore."

A thrill of pleasure ran the course of your body, causing you to arch into him, your eyes rolled back inside your skull as you cummed again, screaming his name. Fuck, Bucky was destroying your pussy so well you were opening your legs willingly each time he came back home. You could never even imagine you'd be getting off on him forcing himself on you, his pretty little wifey whom he claimed not so long ago. Bucky loved fucking you into submission with his monstrous cock, showing you your place over and over again. Despite you trying to tell yourself how gross and beast-like he was, you kept cumming beneath your orc with your legs spread wide, your cunt full of his thick sticky seed. He was going to knock you up real soon if he didn't do it already.

Unable to speak from overstimulation, you were mewling with that “fucked-silly” expression on your face, and the orc smirked, his big calloused fingers pinching your sensitive nipples. He loved a sight of you, his lovely human bitch with his cum leaking down your thighs. Nothing was better than a thought of you completely ruined by him. You were so sweet, so innocent with that embarrassed face of yours when Bucky touched you for the first time, watching you look at him with disgust and fear. Corrupting you every damn night when he was pouring lots of his cum inside your tight little cunt was something he could never grow tired of.

"Open your mouth, sweetheart." He growled, and you obeyed, melting from the gentle pet name he gave you. Your mouth was so little compared to him, your tongue too as Bucky licked it, mimicking human kiss and sticking his huge tongue between you lips, his kiss so wet and sloppy as he practically ate you. "You like that, little slut? Who's better at kissing, an orc or your pathetic human boys?"

"You are." You managed to moan into his mouth, sucking his tongue and feeling your pussy twitching.

"Good girl." The orc purred as you licked his canines willingly and coiled your arms around his neck, your breasts pressed into his wide chest. "You gotta bear my kids, sweetheart. A whole lot of them, yeah?"

Knowing Bucky wanted you to answer, you kissed his jaw and mewled, "Yes, I'm gonna give birth to nice little orcs. I wanna be pregnant... mm... r-right now."

His eyes suddenly grew warm at your confession when you panted, licking his saliva from your lips. He made you say those words before, but your had never sounded as sincere as now with your eyes hazy from pleasure, your pussy still convulsing close to his cock that slowly became hard again.

"You humans are so damn fertile. I'm sure I knocked you up already." The orc hummed, his enormously huge hand caressing your lovely curves. "Happy to be an orc's whore, are you? Full with my dirty cum, pregnant, laying on top of me, some heathen... Shit, I love you so much, you bitch."

With that he had sank into your cunt again, molding it into the shape of his cock and groaning from the intense pleasure your warm human body was giving him. Your loud moan was music to his ears when you tried riding him, but you were too spent, almost breathless again, and Bucky quickly rolled over, getting on top of you. You smiled weakly at him when you reached out to touch his lips in a gentle, loving little kiss. Fuck, that along with a thought of you finally accepting him as your mate was almost enough to make Bucky cum.

Letting out a low gutteral sound, he pounded into you with ferocity, burying himself in your overworked cunt. The orc imagined you with a round belly, your full breasts leaking with milk, your little human body aching from carrying his heavy children. He'd be coming back home every day to find you complaining about babies moving and kicking inside you, and he'd be kissing your belly until you felt good, spreading your legs so Bucky would massage the walls of your pussy with his tongue. The thought of you, such beautiful, lovely human woman bearing his kids was making him fuck you relentlessly until you were crying softly beneath him, pressing your forehead to his solid shoulder as you clinged to him, your legs crossed behind his back to keep your mate closer.

With his stamina that could make him go for hours, Bucky kept fucking you until late night, soaking the new bed sheets you put today. He calmed down only when you milked his heavy balls dry, your swollen pussy a mess as the orc pumped more and more of his cum in your womb. You'd nearly pass out if he didn't stop at one moment.

Exhaling loudly, the orc brushed his dark disheveled hair - a nice present from his human grandmother - away from his face and gulped down the wine you left for him on the table. Coming back home had never been better with his wife waiting for him in his bed, her eyes pleading him to fuck her. Despite your stubbornness in the morning when you still refused to behave like a proper wife, Bucky knew you were falling for him, your pussy drenched every time he pulled your skirt up. Once you were growing heavy with his children inside your belly, you'd finally accept your place. Anyway, you'd become a wife of some weak human bastard, so why wasting away a chance to bear kids of someone way superior than a human man?

Leaning closer to you, Bucky did that filthy thing with his tongue you called "a kiss" again, loving the way your little wet mouth felt. Licking its insides and your kitten tongue made him feel warm and nice.

"You're so pretty, woman." Bucky said, and your face grew hot momentarily, making him chuckle. "What, didn't your people call you pretty? Then I will." You tried covering your face, ashamed, but he took your arm away and kept licking your mouth until you relaxed and started sucking his tongue. "Huh, I want my children to have your face, wifey. Bet half of the tribe gonna fell in love with them."

You clinged to him, both ashamed and pleased, and mewled as the orc stroked your back carefully despite having enough strength to smash you with just one hand. Becoming an orc's mate was something parents used as a means of scaring children into behaving, and at first you were utterly repulsed by the creature that called himself your husband. But now... it felt like you just took your place.

The more he was pleasing you in bed, the more you submitted, becoming more and more eager to appease your husband. It went as far as rushing to bed when you heard Bucky coming back home and spreading your legs wide to show him your leaking cunt. He made such a slut out of you, ready to ride him, suck him off, let him pump his seed into your womb while you orgasmed multiple times, moaning beneath him like a cheap whore. You could do nothing as you dreamed of your orc claiming you over and over again until he'd make you have his kids. Shit, you were corrupted to the point you wanted to give birth to lovely little orc kids so bad.

"Bucky, do you love me?" You suddenly whispered, drawing his attention as he stared at you, surprised.

It was the first time you asked. It didn't matter to you before what feelings the orc had for you.

"Of course I do." He said, his large warm hand on your belly as he kissed you loudly. "I can't stop cumming in you, you sweet little thing. I know you humans like serenades and poems and all this shit, but nothing proves orc's love better than a good fuck."

You were terribly embarrassed, but strangly relieved at his words as Bucky drew you closer, wrapping you in his arms. Getting up from his bed, he carried you like a bride across the room, moving to the little spring right at the back of the house. As the orc grabbed a handful of towels roughly, ruining a perfect pile you folded this morning, you rolled your eyes as he chuckled.

"Yeah, I get it, wifey. But let's have you all nice and clean before I'll put you to sleep."

"Put me to sleep? I hope you're not gonna sing me a lullaby. My ears gonna bleed." You grunted, causing the orc to laugh heartily.

"No, woman. I'm gonna fill your cunt and let you sleep in my arms, that's how we put our women to sleep."

"You're such a brute."

"That I am, wifey."

As he hummed, carrying you in his arms despite your protests, Bucky thought of all the goods things that were to happen once you would submit to him completely, and then smiled to himself.

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[transsexualhamlet]

sherlock holmes reactions part 4 (?) ive lost count already but unsurprisingly ive grown even more attached to him

using this as the cover image because i made him a playlist. cause im awful

no legit this is gonna need a read more because it's SO LONG SHIHEWIESHEFSHIEWHF

Had three mental breakdowns this week and realized i do in fact kin sherlock motherfucking holmes. this does not bode well for anything in my life mentally I've diagnosed him with so many things

Oh boy lol you want the list I think hes autistic (undisputed honestly) plus also adhd but on top of that there's the manic depression and uhhh the bpd lmao I dont even think that's it those are just. the obvious ones

But yeah man's a fucking mess and a shit person but in the same way as me so 👍

Some highlights I thought were very funny:

watson: we are in fact going to be waltzing into a place where people are Shooting People you do not have your gun. this is a problem

sherlock: don't worry watson I have my trusty stick!

watson: visible pain

This clearly happens like every day or so with them

but yeah there were some really honestly sweet scenes with them at the apartment and why am i getting soft over the crusty man being gay

have you considered tho. have you considered them

have you considered sherlock, who usually only plays absolute garbage on his violin serenading watson to sleep when he was tired and in pain and watson being so fucking in love with the man and waxing poetic about falling asleep to his music and waking up to see him fallen asleep on the couch next to him and oh my god them

They're just really sweet together for such a completely dysfunctional couple so much of the time lol I just. Sherlock being like.

Sherlock half of the time: watson you're fucking stupid. no i won't take care of my personal needs stfu. watson get a goddamn life. watson shut up. watson no one cares about your goddamn opinion. no i need to disturb you in the middle of the night it's for science. hey watson mind if i manipulate mansplain malewife

Sherlock the other half of the time: HELLO SIR YOU ARE MY FAVORITE MAN TO EVER MAN HELLO MAY I SPEND THE REST OF MY DAYS WITH YOU HELLO I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU WE ARE PERFECT MATCHES I LOVE YOU AND I NEED YOU YOURE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME PLEASE MARRY ME

They're... they certainly are.

ALSO OH MY GOD.

THIS ONE TIME WHEN SHERLOCK WAS JUST PACING AROUND THE ROOM AT 3 AM GOING "IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE >:(((" AND HUDSON LIKE BARGED IN TO COMPLAIN AND THEN WATSON WAS LIKE DUDE YOU GOTTA STOP DOING THIS AND PROCEEDS TO SAY THE LINE "YOU ARE KNOCKING YOURSELF UP, OLD MAN"

BAHGHSFHGRHEWHEWHIFEW

BRB SOBBING

CALLING HIM AN OLD MAN???? KNOCKING HIMSELF UP?? I DONT KNOW WHATS FUNNIER

The main highlight of this part was I have now gotten to see him have a great time watching his homo homie get married

Its so fucking funny.......

I was prepared for a funny reaction by yuumori sherlock's face when he said it lol but. Damn i was really not prepared tbh

watson: I'm engaged!

sherlock: *pained groaning*

watson: do you... not like her?

sherlock: no she's fine she's great you'll be wonderful together bUT I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE ARE HETEROSEXUAL WATSON DO I HAVE TO MARRY MYSELF THEN WATSON? ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME MARRY MYSELF.

watson: yeah... yeah... fair, I feel really bad because you did this whole case and I got a girlfriend out of it and all you got was me leaving you alone fuck man im sorry what are you gonna do without me

sherlock, highly sarcastic: dont worry watson I've always got my handy cocaine! *pulls it out and gets high in front of watson just as he's about to leave*

watson: *in fucking agony*

sherlock: good for you!

I DONT EVEN- THIS SCENE KILLED ME MULTIPLE TIMES OVER WHAT

ITS SO GODDAMN NONCHELANT ABOUT IT SHERLOCK IS JUST LIKE YEAH I WILL IN FACT NOT BE MENTALLY HEALTHY IF YOU ARE NOT WITH ME 24/7 BUT WHATEVER YOU DO YOU /S

I'd like to apologize to watson on sherlock's behalf lmao. man is being a bit too codependent on main

The last thing about sign of four I do need to address is yeah, there's the Horrific Amounts Of Racism in that one and the whiplash hearing it is just ridiculous because they seem to be so knowledgeable in all other areas and fairly... politically correct, taking sherlock's original misogyny as a purposeful character flaw, but then they just mention someone indigenous once and suddenly its all parrotting racist propaganda and just... really awful shit. There's no way I'm gonna speak for the group that just got absolutely hate crimed here but anyone can tell the author just has no clue what he's fucking talking about and it's physically painful.

And I don't know, it's just so bad it seems out of character? Doyle's making these motherfuckers say shit that honestly, Sherlock would know better about. And especially Watson. Come on, you cannot tell me watson is mentally capable of being prejudiced against someone. Please do not make him that way.

I'm not sure how to handle it specifically, or what's the proper way I should handle something like that in a media I otherwise like. Is it ok to say Doyle was clearly a piece of shit on the matter and separate those characters from his bias or is that insensitive?

I don't know, I was Not a fan of it and I'm glad to see they've at least finally shut up about the guy

But anyway yeah, uhhhh onto the short stories because I'm trying to read those before I get to the final problem

Scandal in Bohemia was a fucking ride, first of all, before we even get to Sherlock's girlboss arc we have to discuss how gay the whole situation was and how Doyle's attempt at making them less gay failed spectacularly

Like he's all "ah yes I need to marry off watson and uhhh make sherlock ummmm interact with a woman so they dont look gay" but he does it SO BADLY that it makes them look EVEN GAYER

cause i mean, even the conversation they had about watson getting married back in sign of four was gay af, but how Doyle handled things afterward was in no way straighter.

Cause you know, the man kind of wrote himself into a corner with the fact of Watson narrating these stories. So Watson has to be around to witness them, and to witness Sherlock's own thought process rather privately, so he has to be around sherlock at night, a lot. But trying to come up with a reason for that happening just... it didn't occur to Doyle. He just went. Ah yes this makes sense. And it's Watson just like Sleeping Over At Sherlock's like every other goddamn day and every time his wife leaves town and having them basically still live that cute domestic home life but they have absolutely no excuses for doing it anymore. It's quite funny

Like it was gay already the way they interacted when they officially lived together but it was like, a necessity for them. Now it's not, Watson just comes over because he goddamn wants to, and it's hilarious to me.

LIKE IDK I THINK THEY KIND OF BROKE UP FOR A YEAR OR SO BC OF WATSON GETTING MARRIED AND THEY LIKE DONT HAVE CONTACT WITH ONE ANOTHER BUT ONE DAY WATSON JUST INEXPLICABLY HAS THE URGE TO COME VISIT SHERLOCK ON NO NOTICE AND THEN SUDDENLY THEY ARE TOGETHER NEAR 24/7 AGAIN LIKE BARELY ANYTHING CHANGED AHIEHOEWH

SIT DOWN AND TRY TO TELL ME THOSE ARE NOT HOMOSEXUALS

Watson walks in on no fucking notice after a full year and Sherlock is just. In the middle of some experiment obviously but hes like

Sherlock, carrying around unidenfiable chemical mixtures: W A T S O N you look good you look good! i see you've gained seven pounds!!

watson: uh. thanks??? Hey lol *awkwardly waves* Uh um Wanted to Uhm sEe you

Sherlock: ABOUT gODDAMN TIME AND YES WONDERFUL LOOK LOOK SIT DOWN I HAVE THINGS TO INFODUMP ABOUT

watson: :) ok :) *turns to camera* and we were back to the old days

sherlock: makes a deduction

watson: wowwwwwwwwwwww !! so true bestie !!

sherlock: !!!!!!!!! :))) !!!!! :))) uh fuck im supposed to be smooth Its Elementary Lol

watson: *turns to camera* when i stroke his ego like this and compliment him he blushes like a girl like i just complimented his dress so i do it more because he likes it. this is a homie trait

watson: well i should probably get going! my wife will notice that i am gone my dear buddy bro homie!

sherlock: NO DONT LEAVE IM LOST WITHOUT YOU (pretty much a direct quote lol) your. wife doesn't. get back home until monday. I know this because I am smart and definitely have not been stalking you.

watson: alright :)))))

AND THEN HE FUCKING SLEEPS OVER LMAO FUCKING HOMOS

So yeah they're right back where they were before pretty much and there's a case bc of course there is

And honestly I think this short story specifically was so insane mostly just because of how absolutely fast it all went. Yuumori kind of made me believe the original Irene Adler was more of an important character than she really is? And I think that's. Honestly so funny. Motherfucker shows up for ten pages, girlbosses her way around town, and changes sherlock's entire opinion of the female gender while still keeping him gay?

LIKE NO LOL SHES NOT IN ANY WAY A LOVE INTEREST AND WATSON GOES OUT OF HIS WAY TO SPECIFY THE FACT THAT IN NO WORLD WOULD THEY HAVE BEEN ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED BECAUSE. SHERLOCK. DIDN'T DATE WOMEN.

HE WAS JUST??? SO IMPRESSED AND SHELL SHOCKED BY HER EXISTENCE HE DECIDED IT WAS TIME FOR GIRLBOSS APPRECIATION DAY TODAY AND ALL DAYS HENCEFORTH???

AND THEY HAVE LIKE O N E INTERACTION?? God, the power this woman(?) has. Watson looks at her once like. damb shawty 😳 and she's like "no<3" and he's like FUCK

Like yeah it's pretty much just the king walking up like "help girl the whore is blackmailing me" and sherlock being like "ok lol this will be easy" and then it proceeded to not in fact be easy or even possible

sherlock like... posed as a dead body and tried to get her to give up the location of the photo but she out-acted him and skipped the town the next day after doing the 'good night mr. sherlock holmes' thing with sherlock completely tricked

and she just. sends a letter like "dear sherlock holmes. you're a fucking idiot and i think it's funny that you lost. nice job tho mad respect" and sherlock just SHORT CIRCUITS

the king comes back a bit later like "hey Dude where's my Photo" and sherlock's like oh yeah uhhhhhhhhhhh about that and the king is like HOW COULD IT POSSIBLY HAVE BEEN THAT GODDAMN HARD i would have dated someone more noble if she wasn't so pretty i swear im on a whole different level from her

and then. GIRLBOSSIFIED SHERLOCK HOLMES RESPONDS "from what I have seen of the lady, she seems indeed to be on a very different level from your majesty" ABSEHHESHEFHHFES ROASTED

and the dude just LEAVES

After that I read a few more of the short stories and well the highlights I got from that pretty much were these conversations

Watson: sherlock. honey. have you. eaten anything today

Sherlock: IT DIDNT OCCUR TO ME DEAR WATSON

Watson: ITS FIVE PM

and:

Sherlock: *having one of his Moment Moments at three in the goddamn mornig* GRRRR CRIME ISNT WHAT IT USED TO BE

Watson: MY DEAR SHERCOCK WHAT IS CRIME S U P P O S E D TO BE LIKE ACCORDING TO YOU

Sherlock: no one's original anymore fucking copycats

Watson: so you want the criminals to make things harder for you specifically.

Sherlock, exasperated: yes!

I love them your honor.

[gaybarbiegirl]

Hmm how about Jim/Yam for the ship ask? :D

Yes, of course!! My girls!!

1. Favorite scene of them

I really love the scenes where the two of them are watching each other sing/dance with just the biggest heart eyes, and of course the epitome of that is that scene where Yam serenades Jim in an open music in s1. I love it so much, these two are so in love.

2. What do you like the most about them?

I really love how ever-present and steady their relationship is. No matter what else is going on in the show, you know Jim and Yam are gonna be there, always together, very in love, and just enjoying life with each other. They don't have the "will they won't they" or the dramatic love stories that most other ships have, and I consider that a win.

Like, don't get me wrong, the yearning phase and the honeymoon phase of a relationship are things that can be very sweet to watch, but when it comes to the telenovelas, we don't usually get to see much more than that and understand what a couple is gonna be like in everyday life. And even though Jim and Yam are technically not canon (😭😭), the vibe I get from them is that they are in a relationship, but one that has already moved past its early stages, you know? There are no big dramas, no breakups, no "what if they don't like me back?", just a steady and constant source of love for the two of them, and I really love that we get to see that.

3. A random headcanon

Technically this whole drabble that I wrote a couple of weeks ago is one big headcanon, but really what it all comes down to is that I hc that Jim and Yam have had crushes on each other since the very start of their relationship, it just took them a while to understand their own feelings.

4. If you could change something about them what would it be?

I would make them canon, so so clearly and visibly canon, disney PLEASE just let me have this...

5. If you could date one of the people who would you choose?

Jim is baby and she does have her spot in my heart, but I'd go with Yam. Our personalities are a better fit, and I'm also just in love with this woman's voice.

6. Favorite hot scene of them

I don't think they have any, they don't even kiss in the show...

7. Favorite quote

I can't remember the quote exactly, but it's from a scene in late s3 where Jim is sure that she didn't get into the art school that she and Yam auditioned for, and when she starts talking about it she says something along the lines of "yo creía que íbamos a pasar el resto de nuestras vidas juntas". Like, the girl already planned out the rest of her life with Yam, I'm gonna cry.

8. How do you see their relationship in the future?

Honestly, I think it'd be pretty similar to what it's like during the show, with the exception that they'd actually be dating. Like I said before, they're practically in a long term relationship already. I think they'd still be each other's best friends, do everything together, support each other's dreams, be there for each other in times of need, and just overall go through every step of life together. The big difference would be that they'd actually call themselves girlfriends and kiss when they feel like it.

9. Scene that makes you emotional

Again, the open music serenade, that was true love on display.

Thank you so so much for the ask!! I don't get that many opportunities to talk about these two and I'm so glad I got to have one now, they mean everything to me!

[stanzoeywade]

Queen B Mamma Mia AU pt.1

Taglist: @somewillwin @belvoiresqueenbee @origmansello @clownery-is-a-new-personality @kamilahtrash @poppysminion @poppysimp @minsinclair-lee @poppysmc @iiizdumb @uselesslesbianfr @scattered-to-the-winds @idiot-justidiot @toyhenoctus @begoniathotia @otakufangirl-12 @malvinghlein

Summary: This will be based off the sequel so yeah. Enjoy. Hopefully I do this AU justice lmaooo. This first part will be Chloe St.James centric where she will be the character Harry.

First of all I headcanon Chloe to look like Chloe Grace Moretz, because they kinda look the same with their facial structure and nose shape. You don't have to agree, I'm just saying lol.

•Everything starts with you graduating from Belvoire University. Zoey and Penelope as your two best friends, and as a way of wanting freedom, you decide to go around the world in hopes of finding somewhere to settle down.

• Your first stop is Paris, France - also known as the fashion capital as well as being the famous city of love. You immediately fall for the sights that Paris has to offer, it's beautiful, you can't help but think.

• You stumble your way into a hostel tucked away in a small corner of Paris. You're ringing the bell waiting for a concierge but no one comes, so you decide to go behind the counter to get a key for a room. I mean who's gonna turn down the chance to get a free room amirite?

• This is when you meet Chloe, who's dressed in nothing but a bathrobe. Hair wet and dripping on the staircase. The two of you make eye contact and she immediately tries to explain in broken French and English. You just look at her in amusement, having to bite your lower lip to prevent yourself from laughing. "Je voudrais une spare key, s'il vous plaît." she says desperately hoping you understand. "Je suis locked out ma chambre." she pleads.

• Your eyebrows raise in amusement and you can't help but tease her. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite understand. Can you please repeat that?." you say in English. She quickly repeats her broken French until she realises, and she stares at you with a deadpan expression.

• "I don't work here." you quickly explain. She looks at you, curiosity present in those big blue eyes. "I'm gonna call the police." she chides, as to remove the awkward tension. You're quick to say "Please don't." and she just laughs and says "Yeah, I don't think they'll understand my French anyway."

• You quickly check her out, and you're instantly attracted, 'She looks really cute, and she's very sweet too.' - you think to yourself. Chloe also checks you out and thinks 'She's really pretty, I hope she isn't dating anyone. Maybe I have a chance?'

• The two of you decide to tour around Paris together, and you're immediately charmed by Chloe, she's so very nice, albeit naive but she's very charming in her awkward way.

• Chloe's in the same boat, she didn't think that she could fall this fast, but you're a welcome surprise, she loves how you listen and play along with her whenever she has weird thoughts. The two of you find each other very attractive, and it's obvious judging by your long stares and lingering touches.

• "Would it be okay if you hold your bag using your other arm?" she asks meekly. You're confused and you say "Sure, but why?" You notice that she looks shy, cheeks flushed as she stares at the ground. "It's so I can hold your hand" she says in a quiet voice.

• Your heart soars because how can leather jacket wearing "bad girl" Chloe be so fucking cute. You're immediately charmed and you oblige by holding her hand as you walk through the streets of Paris.

• The two of you make your way to a small French restaurant, and despite its outside appearance, you're surprised by how cozy it looks on the inside. You sit across from Chloe, who looks at you with an intense gaze you can feel like she's staring at your soul.

• You learn a lot about Chloe and she's quick to open up to you. It's the same for you though, she makes you feel at ease and even though you've only known each other for a few hours, you can already see yourself trusting her. You tell her about your dream of finding that one place you can call home, and you tell her of your plan to go to Greece someday.

Play Waterloo.

• "What do you think about sleeping together?" she says tentatively, and you choke on your water. "Well aren't you forward" you say playfully. She looks at you and pulls out her guitar, where she starts to play and sing, serenading you. You're surprised by how well she can sing and you can't help but blush.

• You stop her from singing, and she's quick to explain why. "You would be my first" she says quietly and you don't believe her. "You can't be serious, Chloe have you seen yourself? You're lying right?" you say suspicious, but Chloe just looks at you sincerely as she says "There's a lot of advantages of us sleeping together and it will be a win-win situation. I'm also being serious, you'll be my first. It's mad but I think I like you."

• By the end of the night the two of you go to her room, where you spend the night.

NSFW CUT

• As soon as you get to her room at the end of the night, you quickly kiss her gently, as to not overwhelm her. You ask "Are you sure you want to do this Chloe?" and she nods her head as she says "I've never been so sure."

• It starts slow and gentle, where both of you gently caress each other's body, reveling at the soft skin under your touch. You can't help but want to kiss Chloe senseless, especially with that soft expression on her face.

• You slowly start to begin undressing her, tugging on her jacket and quickly taking her shirt off. You can't help but stare at her as you whisper "Beautiful". Her milky white skin looks soft and unblemished, especially with the light shining on her, making it seem like a halo was adorning the top of her head, due to her platinum blonde hair. Your breath is taken away, and you're slowly pulled back to reality when she kisses you again.

• "It's not fair if I'm the only one stripped down to my underwear." she says voice husky from desire. She takes her time undressing you as if opening a present. She kisses each patch of skin that she unravels, her kisses trailing down your neck to your breasts.

• You whine at her soft kisses, and you pull her face towards your lips, kissing her as your hands move downwards to her stomach. She shudders at your touch, and your hands go lower until they find the inside of her thighs.

• You pull at the fabric of her underwear, pulling it down, and Chloe gasps into the kiss, and you pull away to kiss her neck, sucking and biting to leave marks, Chloe's soft whimpers and moans being music to your ears.

• You start to tease her clit, adding pressure using your fingers. Her eyes are glossy, filled with lust as her hips jerk forward wanting more friction. "Rosie, please I need you inside." she pleads desperately. You comply and slide your index and middle fingers inside. She groans at the contact and slightly jerks her hips forward. Your thumb brushes against her clit, which earns you yet another moan.

• You want to hear more so you thrust your fingers in and out slowly, to make sure that she gets used to the movement first. As soon as you feel her inner walls clench around your fingers, you can't help the groan that comes out your mouth as you say "Fuck Chloe, you're so tight." You start to thrust faster and Chloe lets out a wail in pleasure, her body shuddering as you find her g-spot. She's close to cumming, and you can tell because she's lost control of her upper body, which means that she has to lean forward to you for support. She climaxes with a silent moan, body glistening with sweat making her glow and you've never seen anything so hot.

• After Chloe comes down from her high, you kiss her softly and ask "Did that feel as good as it looked?" Her cheeks are still flushed and her breathing is still shaky, and all she can do is nod her head as a response.

• The two of you just bask in the afterglow, cuddling together as Chloe starts pillow talk. "That was nice, it was more than nice actually." she rambles on and you find her oh so very cute at this moment. "Was that okay for you?" she asks shyly, and your response is a soft smile as you say "It was lovely, I had a great time."

• The next day Chloe wakes up to a note by the drawer next to bed and it reads "Thank you for last night, Chloe, that was amazing. I'm sorry for saying goodbye through a note, but I feel like amazing things are waiting for me."

• She immediately gets up out of bed and runs to the airport getting herself a spot on the next flight to Greece.

• As she gets there, she sees you with another woman on a boat, leaving the dock, and her heart is immediately left broken. "Why did I have to fall for you, Rosie Hughes?" she whispers, voice breaking as she sees your figure disappear off into the distance.

Hi, hi everyone this is the first part of the AU, hopefully I did it justice, as always don't forget to like or reblog. (I read the tags when you guys reblog and it always makes me happy when I see that you just enjoyed what I wrote.) The next part will be about Veronica as Bill. 🥺💋 I hope you enjoyed reading. 💕

[rose-tinted-juls]

Twenty One Pilots Asks

What was the first Twenty One Pilots song that you heard?

Stressed Out. I really loved it, and checked out their other songs and by the time Heathens came around I was obsessed with them.

How did you first hear about Twenty One Pilots?

When Stressed Out became really mainstream (spring of 2016) and my classmates listened to it quite a lot in school and YouTube kept on recommending it.

What is your favorite Blurryface theory so far?

Blurryface theory? Oh, I'm a fan of theories, I don't have a favourite one, I love all.

Tyler Joseph or Josh Dun?

God, don't make me choose. I love both equally.

Which song are you most looking forward to hearing on Blurryface Trench?

Okay so this is an old ask sheet so I'm gonna replace it with Trench (though I already heard all songs). I think I was most looking forward to Chlorine and Morph. But actually? All of them, duh.

What is your favorite Twenty One Pilots vine?

I don't have a favourite.

Pick one; Fairly Local music video or Tear In My Heart music video?

Oohh gosh. I love them differently. But if I have to choose: Fairly Local. (Though I love Jenna in TIMH so muchh.)

Reply with a link to the best Twenty One Pilots cover you have heard?

https://youtu.be/2ZdnEnSNNxY

https://youtu.be/f5sBI1P4lyY

https://youtu.be/XeXjghr9FA8

I can't choose one so I just chose a top 3. But there are a lot more.

Do you have/want any Twenty One Pilots tattoos?

I don't have, but want to in the future.

Which album is your favorite so far?

Trench. Blurryface. Vessel. Self-titled. But Trench right now.

Which lyric(s) has the most meaning to you?

Ugh. Right now, it's this:

Find your grandparents or someone of age, pay some respects for the path they have payed. To life they dedicated, now that should be celebrated.

But actually there are lots of favourites here. Tyler Joseph is the best poet ever. The best songwriter ever. All of his lyrics are amazing. They always get straight to my heart.

Have you ever seen Twenty One Pilots live? If so, where?

Not yet, but I have tickets for the show at Sziget Festival on 13 Aug. I can't wait!!

Can you rap the second verse of Ode To Sleep?

Actually, sometimes I can, and sometimes I can't. I mean, it's not at all perfect and I often mess it up, but there were times I could do it.

What’s the largest amount of money that you have spent on Twenty One Pilots?

180 dollars I think, I'm a cheap ass european.

If you met Josh & Tyler, hug, handshake or fist bump?

All, duh. But probably hug. A hug that lets me tell them how much they and their music means to me and how much they helped me.

What is your favorite tweet from either Josh or Tyler or the band?

I was taking a bath.

Which of Josh’s hair colours do you like the most?

Pink. Or yellow. But right now I'm in love with this lovely shade of brown hair he has on his head.

Which song would you sing to serenade someone?

Smithereens.

What is your favorite Twenty One Pilots Tumblr blog?

I have a lot of favourites, I follow like 450 tøp tumblrs... (lockscreen makers, fanfic/imagine writers, fan art makers, picture edit makers, video edit makers, or just random blogs about them)

Which of Tyler’s tattoos is your favorite?

Every piece of tattoo on his left arm. (And the one he and Josh both have.)

Self-titled album or Regional at Best?

Self-titled, probably. But ugh, I love all their music.

What was the first Twenty One Pilots song that you learned all the lyrics to?

Stressed Out, probably. That was the first song I heard from them. OH WAIT. No. I think it's The Judge!

Have you made any good friends through the skeleton clique?

OH HELL YEAH. I met the bestest friend on Earth who's been my bff for a little more than 2 years on penpalworld after I searched for the keyword "twenty øne piløts". We immediately bonded and has been besties since then (though sadly we never met yet, I'm in Europe, she's in Australia).

Do you have either the self-titled album or Regional at Best on CD?

Nope, sadly, I don't have ANY albums by them on CD. Actually idek why. But I really want the vinyl versions of their albums. I love vinyls.

Have you ever been recognized in public for wearing Twenty One Pilots?

Not yet, but I've been trying. There's a girl in my geography class and she once wore an old tøp merch but I was too shy to ask her about it and then later I wore my own tøp merch to school and she wasn't there because of some illness... But I'm not giving up hope that someday someone from the skeleton clique will recognise my clothes.

How many of their albums do you have on CD or vinyl?

I have the Trench CD from the musical library actually which I haven't given back in time. I guess I'm keeping it lol.

No, I'm planning on buying all the albums on vinyl as I said before.

Would you rather see Twenty One Pilots in a small venue, a big venue or at a festival?

I prefer smaller venues. But it'd be amazing to experience a big venue as well. This summer I'm going to a festival so that will be checked off the list.

Have you ever been recognized by Twenty One Pilots on social media?

No, never. *loud sobs escaping my mouth* at least, not yet.

What is your favorite Twenty One Pilots song?

ALL. But okay, I'll choose one, that's the point of this question. Legend. I... it just sends shivers down my spine every time I hear it.

Have you introduced Twenty One Pilots to any of your friends?

I tried to, they didn't really like their style(s?).

What is your favorite quote from Josh or Tyler?

Excuse me, could you please leave?

Can you rap Zack’s verse of Kitchen Sink?

No. Once I tried but it was complete failure. Since then, I'm trying to gain the bravery to try again.

Ukulele or piano?

Oh. Both. I've been learning to play the piano for 10 years now in music school, and I've been learning to play the ukulele on my own in my room for 5 years. And I love both. But maybe ukulele.

How many Twenty One Pilots shirts do you own?

Only one. My parents don't want to buy me more and they also don't let me buy what I want because like it's too expensive? Which they actually are, so I'm searching for the cheaper stuff that look good and that my cheap self can actually afford.

Which song do you want to see a music video for?

SMITHEREENS or Legend.

Goner or Truce?

Truce.

Are you seeing Twenty One Pilots live this year?

YES FINALLY I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR SO LONG. I really hope nothing will come into my way.

On a scale of 1-10, how much do you love Jenna Joseph?

15? She's the most gorgeous, amazing woman ever. I love her with all my heart. (Also, #Jyler forever)

What is your favorite thing about Josh Dun?

His adorableness and talent.

Oh my. This was quite long but I enjoyed answering these questions because

1. I felt like I'm some famous person during an interview

2. I enjoy everything that connects to my smol beans.

Peace.

STAY ALIVE EVERYONE.