#you have blessed us with asks thank you for this

[whorelaud]

nem you fucker did you put drugs in this what the actual fuck i feel like an absolute whore this shit has my knees wobbling im literally going insne fuckck fuck fuck FUCK

i have so much shit to say this is genuinely one the best things ive ever read and its my second fav piece (after milf reader duh 😜) of yours lordd!! such a talented girl the way you included all the goodies oooh dad!rafe hes such a girl's dad idc this was written to perfection im nauseous i will be rereading this and crying to you about it in your dms i MEAN it like what rhe hell PLS I NEED PPL TO READ THIS ILL CRY 😭😭😭😭😭😭 nem... the fluff... the teasing... how toxic he is... dare i say hes my man oh god sorry ill shut up anyways!! thank you for blessing me with this gen felt like the BIGGEST reward after such a long day 🩷🩷💕💘💓💝 everyone say thank yiu nem for blessing our eyes and brains

even when he was not at home, it was always with the toys he gave her that she played, the dresses he gave her that she wore, the hairstyles that he validated by facetime that she asked you to make, the meals he delivered that she wanted to eat. she was truly daddy’s girl. even in her facial features.

bye id be so bitter if that was me sorry we are competing over our daughters love IDC (jp ahahshs)

you didn't need to work. you had access to all his cards. at first you spent tons of money on unnecessary expenses hoping it would drive him crazy but the next day you saw that even more money had been added to the bank account.

a MAN.... i need him to dive in my ocean shitttt thats so hot

but rafe cameron didn't give you access to his banking data out of pure kindness and affection alone.

Oh.

“don't want to see me, but you dress yourself like you want me to give you a second baby ;) ”

I FUCKING SWUEAKING THATS SO HOT NEM OMG WHAT ARE YIU DOING TO ME

bear my children pls oh HUSBAND 😩

but that didn’t stop him from smiling at you, the insatiable white colgate smile. his clean and fresh mullet was long enough that hair brushed the back of his neck. he was wearing one of his perfect black suits with the sleeves rolled up to show a glimpse of his nice shirt. a Rolex was tight around his veiny wrist, and the same rings he always wore were wrapped around his fingers.

im crying hes so cocky it makes me wanna 😊😊 🖕🏼😭🩷💕❤️💕💗❤️💕❤️❤️💕❤️❤️ ahahaha haahaha AHAHAH im losing it i swear i think i just found my fav rafe...,

“that's my little girl.” he welcomed her with a kiss on the cheek, making her chuckle.

move its my turn

"We should ask every part of your body if they're okay with this. Maybe it would put you back into your place to feel betrayed by your own self. "

shut up omfg im not okay

"Mine , baby. you mean, my bills. these are my cards that you use for your pleasures so I have the right to have an eye on them. even more so when I receive bills for sex toys. you should call me instead of handling it? yourself.”

IM FRAMING THIS AND PUTTING IT ON MY WALL OH YKGOD THIS WHOLE FUCJING PARA IS PERFECT LEGIT TWEKINF OUT RN

jesus, you knew how to provoke him and it worked. he had sniffed the air loudly, trying to contain himself because honestly, he only wanted one thing at the moment, a strong urge that was to fuck you dirty on that counter until he was sure to see your hole tearing to death and dripping to get his cock in. jesus, yeah, he would give anything to see you grimace because it will never fit in but prove you wrong by giving you a second baby.

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MEEEE OMFG THIS IS CRAZY 😭😭😭😭🤕🤕🤕🤕

sorry for the long review sigh... i couldnt help myself omff

sweet babyface // toxic!bbydaddy!rafe x reader

summary ; rafe was decided to make your little one, a kook princess. and if it means to spend a million of dollars on a diamond swarovski tiara just to see it on the head of his daughter, you can be sure he's gonna do it.

warnings ; basically fluff but i would add +18 bc of a little bit of suggestive content but not real smut. mention of breeding kink. kind of toxic relationship. a bit of stalking. financial dependence. be aware of the warnings.

author's note ; i just wanted to mention @princessbrunette for the bbydaddy!rafe verse. you can check it on her account <3

even if you tried every time to keep him away, push him away, avoid him or chase him, rafe always came back. you could be cold, distant, suspicious and even cruel, he didn't care. by the way, he was better than you at that game anyway? it wasn’t for nothing that you always lost trying to fight him. he was winning while you were just exhausting yourself out. sometimes you wonder why you let him into your life, why you thought it would be a good idea to have a baby with him when everyone on the island told you he was unstable and uncontrollable. some even laughed at your situation, saying it was like giving something to the devil and hoping he doesn't use it against you.

you couldn't say rafe was a bad father. your daughter had always been outrageously spoiled. he always gave her the biggest and greatest gifts. nothing was ever good enough for his princess. he always thought big when it came to his baby. even if you were a pogue, he wanted to raise her as a fucking kook.

and sometimes you wondered if he did all this out of pure fatherly love or out of narcissism or ego.even if you hated him so much, he absolutely needed to make sure your child was on his side. every time he was there, it was like you no longer existed. the house was full of "dad," "daddy, “ or “ papa, " and babbling and laughing. it was always his name, she never called you. and you always felt a pang in your heart every time he grabbed her in his big veiny arms, making her the happiest little girl before taking her away from you to go on some weekly trips.

even when he was not at home, it was always with the toys he gave her that she played, the dresses he gave her that she wore, the hairstyles that he validated by facetime that she asked you to make, the meals he delivered that she wanted to eat. she was truly daddy’s girl. even in her facial features.

so no matter how much you tried to ignore him, he was still there somehow . through the demands of your daughter, the hundreds of deliveries a day to your door, the objects in this house and even its walls because he was obviously the one who paid for it.

you didn't need to work. you had access to all his cards. at first you spent tons of money on unnecessary expenses hoping it would drive him crazy but the next day you saw that even more money had been added to the bank account.

but rafe cameron didn't give you access to his banking data out of pure kindness and affection alone. he was also looking for a way to control you, and stay in your life. then, with that, he could also stalk you and do inappropriate things like when you bought lingerie and he received the bill. he couldn't stop himself from sending you a message. “don't want to see me, but you dress yourself like you want me to give you a second baby ;) ”

the only rule was that you were forbidden from going to see another man and even less from inviting him to the house. he manipulated you by saying it was for your daughter's mental balance but it was purely out of jealousy. and you knew it very well. you weren't the stupid naive girl he had gaslighted in the past and who he could lie to so easily anymore.

one day, you were giving your kid the extremely expensive cupcakes rafe had bought for her breakfast, trying not to comment on the ridiculousness of the prices but especially the situation, and there was a knock at the door. when you saw through the blinder that it was him, you stepped back discreetly, swallowing hard to not clench. your heart was beating fast in your ribcage as you were trying to silence your stepfoots.

“I know you're here.” you had heard his loud firm raspy voice through the door. “baby, i can hear you breathing and backing up from here. come on, i thought we both get over the time i scared you. ”

he continued to knock on the door until your old neighbor called you claiming that a crazy madman was in front of your house and didn't want to leave.

you had been forced to open up to him which made you even angrier.

but that didn’t stop him from smiling at you, the insatiable white colgate smile. his clean and fresh mullet was long enough that hair brushed the back of his neck. he was wearing one of his perfect black suits with the sleeves rolled up to show a glimpse of his nice shirt. a Rolex was tight around his veiny wrist, and the same rings he always wore were wrapped around his fingers.

he had his ear pierced recently with your daughter. you had been against it, but she still wanted to do like her father so you had no authority over the sweet monster. but you had to admit that the jewelry suited them both so well. especially on rafe, you couldn't help but think about kissing his ear, but especially biting his earlobe while caressing the silver piercing until it's wet and rolling against your tongue. all this perhaps while thinking of having a baby again.

“I should be allowed to come here whenever I want. " he had sworn under his breath, staring at you with his evil blue eyes.

“tell me what you have to say or I’ll call the police.” you replied shortly.

"I want to see my girl. I mean, the one who likes to call me daddy. "

“It’s not funny and she doesn’t want to…”

you hadn't had time to finish speaking before your babyface's little footsteps were running on the floor to come into the hall.

“daddy! " she exclaimed before being carried off the ground to snuggle into her father's strong arms, her little frame being hidden by the size of his biceps.

“that's my little girl.” he welcomed her with a kiss on the cheek, making her chuckle.

"I missed you! please, stay !" your kid had asked with bubbly face and pleading eyes, her childish pout so irresistible to say no.

“of course, I’m staying.”

“raf…” you started but he ignored you, walking in the house without your permission into the living room.

“I have something for you, peaches. ”

he took a present out of his bag and you rolled your eyes. you already knew it was going to be something crazy like the giant dollhouse he built in her bedroom, or the huge dinette in the playroom, or a scary tall comfort teddy bear that she couldn't even carry in her tiny hands. sometimes you wondered what he could offer to her because she already had everything. he had literally built her a heaven.

your daughter's eyes widened in surprise, while a smile floated across her lips in excitement. she opened the gift and took out a silver tiara set with diamonds and stunning crystals signed by Swarovski.

“she’s a baby, rafe…” you commented.

"no, she's a princess. " he corrected you and fixed your little one's hair before putting the tiara on her head, and placing a smack on her forehead. “ don't you see that kook babyface ? ”

she giggled before wrapping her hands around his neck to thank him.

“we need to talk.” you said.

"later. i have a princess to honor for now."

you wanted to fight back and kill him but you couldn't resist your daughter's face. she was happy to be with her father. and you knew it was important for girls to establish a strong bond with their father. and there was this bright spark that shone in her eyes every time she saw him that made you melt.

so you let him stay at home. he stayed with her all day. she managed to make him do whatever she wanted, and that's how he found himself playing with dolls, watching the princess and the frog, doing karaoke to barbie songs, serving as a client for a makeup session, and judging all of her princess dresses while she was making him a haul.

No matter how angry you were that he showed up like that and decided to stay, you couldn't deny the fact that he was damn good, that in the moment, you couldn't find any reason not to like him, even when he caught you spying on them and sent you a smirk to remember that you had no control.

you had decided to do some cleaning, to leave them both for a bit until the end of the day. after a long moment, rafe decided to leave her alone for a bit.

you were downstairs, and you were making food. he raised an eyebrow when he saw you. “don’t forget me.”

“no I’m sorry, I’m cooking for two and you’re not included in it.”

“I was included in this pussy to make you a baby so you can include me in this meal for one night, baby. ‘s nothing. ” he shouted back, chewing some gum arrogantly.

“don’t be trashy.”

"you used to like this..." he carefully said, because he knew he was treading on sensitive ground.

he stood in front of you, picking a taste of the ranch sauce from the bowl before putting it in his mouth. you watched him do it, glaring at the smile on his so fucking evil lickable lips.

“ taste's good. ”

“I want you to leave. “

"We should ask every part of your body if they're okay with this. Maybe it would put you back into your place to feel betrayed by your own self. "

“You’re not good for her.” you confessed.

“I am her father. And from what i know, she's very happy with me. You're the one to have a problem with my presence here. ”

"Please, leave the house. I don't want to call the police."

“exactly, baby.” he moved to stand behind you, rearranging a strand of your hair, his breath hot on the back of your neck. “you don’t want to do it. And you're not forced to do it…” he caressed your hand, slowly putting the knife away from your fingers.

“Step back.”

"I want to stay here tonight. Just this night. She really wants me to stay and would it be cruel to make her sad? You don't want to be the villain, right ? "

“don’t try to manipulate me.”

" mmh, just telling the truth and it makes you mad. you can hate me if you want but she needs me. i'm her dad and you know if I wanted to, I could make her come with me but I love seeing you together. you're a great mom.”

"you will sleep on the couch. and that is non-negotiable. you don't try anything with me, is that okay?"

“Come on, we can sleep together. We are mature and consenting adults.” he replied. "There's nothing I haven't seen before, baby. I know all that lingerie as well as that body hidden behind it."

“about that, stop stalking my bills.”

"Mine , baby. you mean, my bills. these are my cards that you use for your pleasures so I have the right to have an eye on them. even more so when I receive bills for sex toys. you should call me instead of handling it? yourself.”

"After trying them, I'm not sure that you're big enough now. “

jesus, you knew how to provoke him and it worked. he had sniffed the air loudly, trying to contain himself because honestly, he only wanted one thing at the moment, a strong urge that was to fuck you dirty on that counter until he was sure to see your hole tearing to death and dripping to get his cock in. jesus, yeah, he would give anything to see you grimace because it will never fit in but prove you wrong by giving you a second baby.

his jaw was tense and his nostrils were flared. he was forced to clench his fist to avoid touching you. " the day when your babygirl will want a little sister or brother, you better be begging on all fours on my fucking doorstep to convince me to give you another baby. so better to start now and stretch that hole very hard before it's happening because i'm gonna make sure to be breeding you enough to change your whole dna. ”

“ aren't you tired of thr…”

“mom, dad, what are you talking about?” the little girl burst into the kitchen, still with her tiara on her head. a smile appeared when she saw that her dad was still there. because it was rare for him to stay that late.

you warned rafe with your eyes, slashing violently at pieces of vegetables with the knife back in your hand.

“ we were thinking that i could stay tonight. what's your thoughts on this, little one ? want daddy to stay ? ”

“ yes ! i don't want you to leave. stay foreveeeer with me. ”

“ but you know, he can't. he's a businessman. ” you replied.

“ what do you mean, baby ? my only business is right here. ”

” Rafe. ” you said.

“ Baby ? ” he replied with a cocky smile. “ Why don't you tell us what you're cooking ? Seems delicious. Maybe we could get a taste. ”

“ Sweetie, can you go to your room for a second ? I need to talk with your dad. It's not gonna be long. ”

She pouted but agreed after Rafe promised her something if she was listening to her mom.

“you know you can’t stay. "

"All I know is that there is my name in the papers of this house, on your bills, and even on your documents. If I can't stay, you can't escape. So what's better ? ”

[mattysketchup]

bf!matt streaming with influencer!reader

warnings… swearing, mentions of the doggy position (no actual smut), making out, unhinged twitch chat, use of y/n, slightly suggestive towards the end, use of y/n, matt gets a little jealous

(masterlist)

blessings and riches, tessa

“we’re streaming chris” nick spoke, warning chris before he said something stupid on live.

“oh hey guys” chris said with a goofy smile. “we decided to stream because it’s been so long since the last one”

“yeah, also matt is here i just think he’s just getting us some food” nick says to clear the air.

about fifteen minutes pass and the boys have been, well, chaotic.

“ ‘cause you can keep a trophy that you don’t deserve-”

“chris actually shut the fuck up please” nick begged. chris hadn’t stopped talking the entire stream, which led to nick snapping at him.

chris rolls his eyes at the comment, and looks at his phone.

“matt texted and said he was going to in n out, what do you want to eat” chris reads.

“just some fries and a dr pepper” nick says.

chris texts the orders to matt and begins to read the chat.

“people want matt up in here now” chris says, after reading a couple comments from the chat.

“everybody keeps asking if we’re gonna film with y/n again soon” nick says, squinting at the screen.

“yeah, we probably will” chris says. “she might be here right now or she left to get food with matt”

the second chris even mentions your presence, the chat goes wild.

the chat is filled with questions; when is your new video coming out? will you collab with the triplets again? are you dating anyone?

“yeah she’s out with matt but we can ask if she wants to hop on the stream later” nick says as chris offers to text you and ask.

| chris

hey when u and matt r back do u wanna hop on the stream

| me

yk what sureee

“she said sure” chris repeats your text, causing the chat to go crazier. (if possible)

around ten minutes pass, and the sound of you and matt walking in the house is noticeable by the boys.

“what up pussy gang” chris says as matt places the food on his bed, where the boys had been streaming

you follow behind him, awkwardly waving to the camera and sitting on matt’s bed.

the chat, once again, goes wild.

“so introduce yourself, give us a fun fact or two” nick says sarcastically, motioning to you.

“uhm hey, i’m y/n l/n, and i do youtube” you chuckle softly, the awkward silence speaking for you.

you and the boys talk some more while eating, until boredom starts to get the best of nick.

“should we play dress to impress?” nick suggests.

matt looks at the chat with his eyebrows raised. “chat should we play dress to impress?”

everybody in the chat starts saying yes, which ultimately led to the group playing the game.

“ok wait, y/n you start” nick says, moving out of the main seat so you could sit.

“okay the theme is…” you begin, waiting for the theme to be known. “famous youtuber. oh i’m about to fucking cook”

“wait how do i like move my screen?” you ask, turning to matt.

“you jus’ gotta…here” he brings his hand over yours, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he adjust your screen.

“ah thanks” you say, hoping no one notices the way you were hardcore blushing.

you put on the exact outfit you’re wearing; blue jeans, cropped shirt, grey jacket, the outfit is sort of basic but nonetheless a good choice.

you finish your outfit and it’s time for the runway. it’s your turn, and you start doing poses.

“wait i’m gonna put y/n l/n in the chat so people know who i am” you say as you do that.

“oh my f- you ate down” nick compliments you as you thank him.

“yeah y’look great” matt says, smiling. “aw thank you” you swoon.

you hit the pose where you are on your hands and knees, leading to matt’s disapproval.

“i hate that fucking doggy position” he says, and everyone goes wild.

you begin to laugh at the joke, looking at matt with a slightly alarmed face.

the audience didn’t know you were dating matt, and you didn’t need them too. however matt saying this was ironic, seeing as, well, you and matt have tried that position before.

the people vote, and that leaves you to see what you got. the results are in, and you won first place.

you start cheering and laughing, moving out of the way for matt to do his turn.

a while passes, the boys do their rounds and get a couple victories, which leads to boredom.

“should we answer some questions from the chat?” chris suggests in an attempt to cure the bored haze in the room.

you all agree and the chat gets filled with questions.

“ooh okay this one is for y/n” nick begins. “when is your next collab with carrington coming out?”

“i don’t know actually but we should definitely collab again” you smile. “i had a blast last time we did”

the moment another guys name is mentioned, matts head turns. he’s now very invested in the conversation.

although he knows that you’re his girlfriend who wouldn’t leave him, he couldn’t help but feel jealous that another man made you so happy.

the group reads a couple more questions and statements from the chat.

“someone said they got their back blown out in fresh love…” nick reads. “what the fuck.”

everyone laughs in pure shock and disbelief at why someone would randomly say that.

“can i have a sip?” you ask matt, motioning to the drink sitting in front of him.

“yeah, ‘course” he says, handing you the drink. “chat we’re probably gonna hop off soon”

another fifteen minutes pass and matt was being touchy, touchier than normal.

you knew matt wasn’t all about pda, especially on stream, so you knew it was something rather urgent.

“okay guys that is all for todays stream, thank you so much for tuning in and there will be a new video out on friday, bye!” chris says, ending the stream.

the moment chris closed out of that stream matt was quick to rush his brothers out of his room, wanting to be alone with you.

once the boys were gone, matt cupped your face into a passionate and hungry kiss.

a little bit passes and you pull away to catch your breath.

“matt hun what’s up?” you giggle from the sudden embrace.

he pushes you down on the bed, planting soft kisses on your neck and jaw.

“please sweetheart” matt whispers. “i jus’ need y’so fuckin’ bad”

your heart starts pounding harder than normal and you feel a familiar heat growing between your legs.

let’s just say, matt got what he needed.

tessa’s notes… i am so sorry for being inactive ! thank u all for reading, this is rlly long yet so rushed lol. thought i would bring this au back, lmk if i should make a proper introduction !!

more bf!matt x influencer!reader

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[liminarie]

SIM REQS 🦇

hii Id just love a male sim in your style! plz do what you want thanks.

How 'bout dis: a cwute lil' sim with blond hair dat goes past her shoulders, and big sparkly hazel eyes dat shimmer when she smiles｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡with a fat body.her style is super cutesy, mix of pastel and cozy vibes, wearin oversized sweaters and skirts with boots OwO

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hi! your sims are AMAZING! when i saw you opened sim requests i got so excited! so, i wanna ask if you could make me as a sim, but obviously with creative freedom, because i love your style and everything you make! so i will send you some photos of me!

female, any race/ethnicity is fine. Id like her to be trashy mcbling with a tan. think snooki, jwoww, christiana aguilera, etc. Id like her to wear jeans, maybe animal print if possible? thanks in advanced

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Hey! sorry if they weren't what you expected honestly I'm used to just one style lol.

The traits, names and everything else is all random!! They only have one outfit. If when you put the sim in the CAS a notification appears that something is missing, don't worry, these are the custom traits and default cc. This does not affect the sim.

If there is any error, please let me know.

[mikefrawley]

snowangelsoul

It is possible to keep some of our innocence. It's part of your nature, Mike, & that makes you a beautiful soul.

sherrylephotography

Beautiful 💖

ends-2-beginnings

Love this. 💝

Kindness Greetings my dear friends, and thank you to everyone who's been kind to anyone today. I just wanted share a litle bit on how blessed we actually are. Here on Tumblr we can and do share both love and kindness with our friends, mutuals if you prefer, and even our beloved *moots all aroubnd the world. Just for a small example, as some of you already know, I'm 66 and my lungs are definiitely not pleased with the abuse they received from my unhealthy lifestyle over far too many years. I'm not looking for sympathy, but I have COPD and have to take it a little easy. Now you'll either love or laugh at this next part. I go to my Chen Tai Chi Class four mornings a week, and to the gym the other three. Trust me, it's not always easy, but I will NOT quit for as long as I do not lterally have to. I know at one or time or another all of us go through hard times, and I pray none of you will quit either. No matter what any of us may face today, please rember we are alive, and this day at least, we could ask for nothing greater! Okay, back to kindness. This morning at the gym I suddenly started coughing and it did not want to stop. I was having difficuly breathing and had to leave and go straight home. Needless to say, I was not a happy camper, but the kindness of a few friends including the ones shared above, helped me get back to a good place. Thank you and love to all, Mike 🩷 *MY VERY KIND FRIEND @snowangelsoul added "I love my moots" to one of her posts, and while I figured it was something very good, I still had a what the censored is that moment. 😂 I looked it up and moots is a very affectionate slang for mutuals, and yes, even us old people can still learn sometimes. 😊

[olliewrites-stuff]

Beautiful Things.

“You came back!” she whispered disbelievingly.

Floronia had been convinced that the wizard currently huffing out of breath in front of her had left her for the final time.

Gone in the night, leaving only a scrap of aged parchment with a hastily scribbled message resting on the pillow where their head should have remained. The druid had awoken the following morning to the rays of dawn gently stroking her face. She’d rolled over, expecting to meet the warm mass of her bedfellow, and felt only the crinkling of the note on her cheek and empty air.

Zaire stared determinedly at the mountains behind Floronia. Not making eye contact. Never making eye contact. "For some reason, I'm attracted to you,” the wizard grunted.

A month ago, this statement would have caused the druid’s stomach to stir excitedly. As it stood, after three weeks of tears, reflection, and grief, these words only sickened Floronia.

Unbidden, the words from that note on the pillow flew through her mind:

Floronia,

I’ve left. Don’t try to find me; I do not wish to be found. We both knew this wasn’t going to last. I’ve just taken the initiative to end this before either of us gets hurt.

My family have accepted me back into their society.

I’m moving to my next adventure. You should too.

Regards,

Zaire

It was far too late for the druid to be unharmed. Every re-read of the message had shattered part of herself even further. The words were clinical, formal, reflecting nothing of the love Floronia had been convinced bloomed between the two. This hurt more than the act of physically leaving. It hurt more than if Zaire had simply left with no note.

No, they’d taken the time to write a letter. They had evidently respected Floronia enough - in some twisted version of respect in their mind - to leave a note. The removal of emotion in the note proved, to the druid at least, that they had never loved her.

She’d only started adventuring to impress the wizard.

She’d only dared to believe she had a chance with them because of the attention the usually aloof, disgraced noble had blessed her with.

What a fool she’d been.

Presently, Zaire cleared their throat. Their dark, furrowed eyebrows hung like thunderclouds over piercing grey eyes.

“Well?” they asked.

Floronia closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Tapping into the wells of hurt that lay ready within her chest, she allowed them to leach the emotion from her tone.

“Thank you for letting me know,” she droned.

Zaire scoffed, furious eyes finally meeting the druid’s own.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” they hissed.

The druid shrugged.

Zaire’s features stretched into an incredulous frown.

“I come back to see you, tell you I’m attracted to you, and all you have to say is ‘thank you?’ Where have your emotions gone?”

The druid barely squashed a desire to scoff. Bold for the wizard to ask about feelings. They’d made Floronia feel like an over-emotional idiot all throughout their… well, it barely counted as a relationship, but she supposed that was the word that fit best.

“You’ve never cared about my emotions before,” she stated icily. “You certainly don’t deserve them now.”

Zaire dragged a hand desperately through their cropped blonde hair. They seemed… upset?

“Gods, Flo, I’m sorry!” they all but shouted in frustration. “Alright? I’m sorry! What else do I need to say?” Those icy eyes met hers again. This time, a hint of desperation lurked in the irises.

The druid frowned, unswayed.

“What if I said I’ve moved on to my next adventure?” she asked calmly.

This seemed to confuse the wizard. “What?”

“‘I’m moving to my next adventure. You should too,’” Floronia quoted. “Your message was pretty clear. What if I’ve moved to my next adventure?”

A flurry of emotions overtook Zaire’s face in quick succession, surprise, disbelief, anger, and mourning, settling finally on bereavement. Floronia had never seen this many emotions on her ex-lover’s face. It was bittersweet to see it now.

The wizard’s shoulders slumped. They ran a shaking hand over their face as they exhaled loudly.

Finally, their eyes ghosted across each of Floronia’s features. An expression of miserable acceptance settled itself on their face.

“W-Who?” Zaire croaked.

When the Floronia remained silent, the wizard squeezed their eyes shut as if preparing for a blow.

“Just - just tell me,” they grunted. “Who?”

Floronia’s frown deepened even though she knew the other wasn’t looking at her.

‘What makes you think you have any right to know about the people I’ve been with since you?”

The effect was immediate. Zaire stumbled backwards as if they’d been struck.

“P-People?” they whispered. Their chest heaved with emotions. When their gaze met Floronia’s once again, the druid startled with surprise at the stricken, teary expression on their face.

“I - I don’t have the right, I suppose,” they gasped wetly. “I just - Floronia, I -”

The wizard wiped their nose with a sniff.

“I fucked up,” they stated. “I never should have… You have every right to… I -”

Gods, Floronia had often wished for more displays of emotion from her ex, but this barrage of despair and floundering was unnerving. She almost wanted the old Zaire back.

“Are they people I know?” the wizard whispered.

The druid looked away, not wishing to see the other’s reaction. What she didn’t expect were Zaire’s next words,

“I - that makes sense, I guess. Any of them would give you the life you deserve.”

At this, Floronia whipped back around to face her ex-lover. Where was this coming from?

“What is that supposed to mean?” she hissed.

Zaire startled. Evidently, they hadn’t meant their words negatively. The druid failed to see the alternative to their meaning, though. Zaire hailed from a long line of nobles. They’d been raised in high society. Their path should never have crossed with Floronia’s own.

Years ago,they’d had an affair with the daughter of another noble family, leading to their disgrace and eventual escape to study wizardry. After this fall from grace, Zaire had surrounded themself with miscreants, taking on jobs no matter how deceitful or unlawful.

These people were their peers. These are the people Zaire had implied, in Floronia’s mind, would provide a life she deserved.

These people were no longer their peers, the druid supposed. The note was the first time she’d heard about Zaire’s family accepting them again. She supposed this made sense for their hurried exit from their shared life together. Floronia may have been acceptable company when they were a disowned lowlife, but she had no business in the world of nobility.

Deep inside herself, Floronia knew she didn’t belong in such society, but Zaire cementing this belief had cut her the deepest.

“Flo?” Zaire called.

Evidently, the druid had lost herself deep in thought. This didn’t sound like it was the first time the wizard had called her name.

Fighting back tears, her ice wall crumbling, the druid spat, “Don’t! You don’t get to call me that! You don’t get to nickname me, like I ever mattered to you, like you ever loved - hell, even tolerated me!”

Zaire frowned, “That’s not -”

“Don’t!” Floronia yelled. “I get it, okay, Zaire? I get it. I was never good enough for you. Not even before. I’m especially not good enough for you now that you get to go back to your cushy old life. You never loved me. I was a fool to think that you did. I’m sure you’ve had a great laugh at my expense with your new, posh, friends and lovers, okay? I get it, I’m a fucking joke from your past. A great story to tell at parties, I’m sure!”

Zaire’s frown deepened, “But, Flo, I -”

“Stop it, Zaire!” Floronia screamed. Tears flowed freely down her face. All the words she’d whispered to herself late at night in the last three weeks bubbled to the surface and out of her mouth. “You left me! You don’t get to pretend to act hurt for pity points! You left me, in the middle of the night, with only a fucking note, to return to your old life. Your beautiful life, with beautiful people, and beautiful places! You’ll find some beautiful woman to call your wife, make beautiful friends, and find other beautiful women to cheat on your fucking wife with!”

She inhaled deeply, “I was a fool to think I could ever stand in for these beautiful things. What, you’re attracted to me? Big fucking whoop! You’ll find someone else. Someone worthy to you. Someone you respect enough to maybe actually talk to instead of abandoning in the middle of the night!”

Floronia stepped towards Zaire. Something deep within her smirked at the way the other cowered beneath her intimidating stance. Serves them right.

“You have no fucking right to ask about what or who I’ve done in your absence to fill the gaping hole in my soul and life that you left. This ‘attraction’ will end. You never loved me. You don’t love me. So, go back to your beautiful life and leave me alone to continue picking up my own broken pieces!”

Out of breath, Floronia’s chest was now the one heaving. She didn’t expect a cool hand to gently card through her hair and over horns. Glancing down at Zaire’s face, the druid was surprised to see an equally gentle expression below the tears.

“I’m sorry,” they whispered. “I shouldn’t have left. I was - it was a really weird situation to be in, with my parents. If I’m honest, I used it as an excuse to leave because I was terrified of my feelings for you.”

Floronia huffed in disbelief and ripped herself from Zaire’s embrace. How dare they? She turned to leave.

“I LOVE YOU,” Zaire shouted.

The words halted the druid in her tracks, but she refused to turn around.

“I’m - I’m really shit at expressing it, obviously. I’m sorry. I don’t just find you attractive, I guess I just said that to protect myself, but now I’m worried you’re really going to leave without me telling you, so… It’s time for me to be self-sacrificing.”

Floronia remained frozen.

“I’ve never loved anyone like you,” Zaire stated, then winced. The druid could practically hear the wince. “Not like that! I mean, I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone, and that scared me. You’re so honest and loving, and I’m just a mess. I thought that if I left, you’d find someone who could love you like you deserve, and I could find someone to fill my time…”

When they next spoke, the wizard’s voice was soft, “Flo, I was wrong. I’ll never find anyone that can hold a candle to you. I can’t say the same for you. I’m sure you have many people eager to fill the place I once, foolishly and selfishly took for granted. A place where they can experience your love and trust so intensely…”

Their voice cracked with the words that followed, “I love you, Floronia. I know that now. I can admit it. I know you don’t need my approval, but - but I don’t care how many people have come before or after me. I can’t say I don’t care if you don’t believe me or take me back, but I can say that it’ll never change my opinion of you. I love you. I’ll love you until the end of time, I know it.”

Floronia’s shoulders shuddered with silent tears. Zaire’s words flowed over her like a soothing balm, but the pain refused to subside. She heard them take a step closer.

“I went back to my parents. It’s a world I don’t belong in, but I’ve tried to make space for myself and someone else. I had something to ask them, and something to grab from them… Floronia…”

The druid heard a rustling behind her. Overwhelmed by curiosity, she whirled around to see Zaire on one knee, holding an ancient and intricate ring between their shaking fingers.

“Floronia,” they whispered. “Will you marry me?”

The druid’s eyes widened, and her mouth opened and closed silently.

“Are you - are you fucking kidding me?” she cried, confused tears welling in her eyes.

Zaire was an asshole, but they’d never been cruel like this.

“This isn’t funny, Zaire,” she gasped, lips trembling.

The corners of the wizard’s mouth turned downwards in concern.

“Flo, I know I’ve done some shitty things, but I would never do something like this insincerely,” they stated calmly, maintaining eye contact with Floronia.

“I love you,” they repeated. “I - I want to give you everything. I want to make up for all my mistakes, and then more. I want to make a life with you. I want you in my life.”

They startled at Floronia’s following burst of tears.

“Take as much time as you need,” they soothed. “Say no if you genuinely don’t want to. But, please, Flo, don’t say no just because you think this is some elaborate prank - which I would never do. I mean this with all sincerity. Let me prove just how much I love you, every day, for the rest of my life.”

Floronia shook her head, tears still pouring down her cheeks, “I’m someone who doesn’t belong in beautiful places,” she whispered.

The wizard stood, pocketing the ring and pulling the druid into a tight embrace. They kissed the top of her head softly,

“You make places beautiful by simply existing in them. You are the most beautiful place,” they murmured into her ear.

When the druid shook her head again, Zaire held her out at arms length.

“Floronia, please,” they begged. “Say yes. Let me prove to you every day how you make my life beautiful, and how much I love you.”

Swallowing around the lump in her throat, the druid finally replied, “No.”

Zaire allowed their arms to fall. They swallowed loudly and darted their eyes away. Floronia managed to catch the grief in them.

“Oh, okay,” the wizard stated desolately. “I, um, I respect your choice. I’ll just - I’ll just leave you alone, then.”

They slumped miserably and turned to leave. Floronia darted a hand out to catch theirs before they could slink away, miserable and gone from her life forever.

“Zaire,” she called calmly.

The other turned a hesitant face towards hers, making no effort to hide their misery.

Floronia pulled the arm towards her. Zaire’s body followed sullenly.

“I - This is a lot,” she explained. “It’s a bit much to rush into an engagement and marriage with so much still not sorted out between us. It would be ludicrous for me to say yes today after everything we’ve been through.”

Zaire looked at the ground and tried to tug their arm away. Floronia held on tighter, pulled them closer, and tilted their head up towards hers with her free hand.

“I’m not saying no forever,” she whispered. The wizard’s eyes lit up with hope.

“Why don’t we start with just trying again? No secrets this time. Take me to your beautiful places. Prove to me that you actually love me. That you’re willing to accept my love. And one day, when the hurt is gone, when our lives are already intertwined, when we have shared visions for our future, then I’ll say yes.”

The grey eyes she adored shone with joy. The pair leaned close together, reuniting their lips with the salty taste of beautiful things to come.

© O.M.A

Prompt #290

“I’m someone who doesn’t belong in beautiful places.”

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I’m so invested in all of the Maddie stuff!! Just loving this whole fic and I can’t wait to see how it all plays out. 🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼

- Sarah

Thank you so much, Sarah!

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“Okay, and Buck is in love with him! Like, gone. Has been for longer than he probably realizes.”

“The problems in my marriage to Eddie are complicated,” Shannon says. “It was a perfect storm of shit… And we were too young, and… And there’s a lot we have to work through, but-”

“See, though?” Maddie interrupts. “See what you just said? Work through.” 

“Yeah, work through,” Shannon frowns. “I don’t get-”

“The two of you will get back together!” She says. “And what happens to Buck? Or, what if you don’t? What if you feel you’ve worked through things, and Eddie doesn’t want to end things with Buck? Shannon! One of you gets your heart broken.”

“He didn’t tell you anything…” Shannon realizes aloud. 

“What?” Maddie asks.

“What did Buck tell you?”

“That he and Eddie are seeing each other, that Buck is really serious about it, and that you knew and gave your blessing,” Maddie says. “It… It wasn’t a long conversation. You were three seconds away from giving birth.”

Shannon nods. “He kept me out of it.”

“What?” Maddie asks, wiping her eyes.

“Buck is protecting me,” Shannon says. “He… I’m guessing he didn’t want to make things awkward between us.”

“What does that mean?” Maddie asks.

Shannon takes a deep breath.

“Um… The reason… The reason I’m okay with them, and I really am, is because… Because I have feelings for both of them. I… I kissed your brother, I-”

“What?” Maddie demands. 

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viii. Let Us Do Good│M.O'Hara

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Summary: You and Lyla got soup kitchen duty (yay) and Father O'Hara is being weird but like also makes some revelations.

Pairing: Priest!Vampire!Miguel O'Hara/Nun!reader

warnings: ✧˖°. Dream Drowning.°˖✧

a/n: Yes you read that right, dream drowning, drowning but in a dream, I didn't know how to explain it, but i figured drowning could be a trigger for someone so it's going in the warnings.

word count: 3,358

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{cross posted on AO3}

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Sadly, breakfast wasn’t as wonderful as yesterday’s. All the bland food left you wanting more and ended up going to chapel hungry. You sat in your spot next to Lyla, who also looked starved. Her hand clutched her stomach as you got comfortable. 

“They can’t do this to us,” she whines, “they have to ease us back into the underwhelming food,” she pretends to faint against you. You chuckle and lean into her. “Hey, what are you planning for today, since the Father is still gone?” She asked, still leaning against your side. 

“Well, If there’s not alot of work in the library today, I’ll come visit, if that’s what you're asking,” You jab your finger into her side and she jolts up straight. She shoots a glare at you. 

“Yes, I did want you to come visit, but if you’re going to be mean, then nevermind,” She crosses her arms and looks away from you. You smile and pull her into a hug. She begins to laugh as the other sisters start to quiet their conversations.

“Good morning, Sisters,” Abbess Drew’s voice rang out against the lingering chatter. The group responded back. “Today we are extending a helping hand to the wonderful townsfolk who run the soup kitchen,” that excites a mummer out of the other sisters. You look over at Lyla, who has her fingers crossed and eyes closed, muttering something. “I’ve already drawn names. Ten of you will be going today.” 

You lean closer to Lyla to figure out what she's muttering. “Not me. Not me, not me,” you looked at her confused. 

You hear Abbess Drew’s voice but you’re not registering the names she’s saying. You’re more concerned with why Lyla doesn’t want to help out at the soup kitchen. She looked like she had started praying. You start to panic, not knowing what has gotten into your friend. You hear Abbess Drew call out your name. You quickly flick your eyes to the abbess then back at Lyla. She looked at you with horror. Then squeezed her eyes shut with all her might and muttered louder than before. The pleading became more apparent. “And last but not least, Sister Lyla” Lyla looked down in defeat. You looked between her and the Abbess with confusion written all over your face. “With the lingering threat of animal attack, I wish for you to pair up for the day. You, ten, will leave for the kitchen after morning prayers. Thank you and have a blessed day!” Abbess Drew bowed and let the priest come up to give the morning sermon. 

“What was that about?” You whispered. 

“I always get soup kitchen duty,” she leans closer to you. “It’s like,” she looks over at the abbess, “it’s like she has it out against me,” she throws herself back against the pew in a huff. “Ever since I joined here. Three years worth of soup kitchen sank!” she started counting on her hand, “that’s almost 200 times since being here,” She huffed. 

“Well, this time I’ll be going,” you put your hand on her arm. “We’ll make the best out of it, hey, maybe you might even have fun,” You raised your eyebrows to see if she’ll take the bait. 

“You’re right we will have fun!” she said louder than she should have, as Abbess Drew looked over at the two of you. You two snicker and pretend to listen to the rest of the priest’s sermon. 

“Do you ever wonder why Father Parker or Father O’Hara never do the sister’s morning sermon?” Lyla accuses as the two of you walk to the entrance of the abbey. You stopped in your tracks and thought about what she said. You tried to pull any memory of them before he had asked you to help. You remember seeing Father Parker around when you first got here plus seeing him hog towers of books in the library. You knew him and Sister Stacy had gotten close when he started showing up all the time but for the love of god you couldn’t even remember seeing Father O’Hara around the abbey ever before meeting him. You had heard of him but never more than chatter from the other sisters. 

“I don’t even think I saw Father O’Hara before the day he asked me to help him,” You said. Then it was Lyla’s turn to think. You pushed open the door for her as she stopped to think. You stare at her waiting for her to move. 

“I think I saw him a couple times when he did confession in the main chapel,” She said exiting the abbey. “He never looked happy to be there. He must have been excited to be chosen for the Easter exhibit. Not having to do the normal priest stuff, like talking to the public or doing sermons for the sisters,” She laughed. 

“His sermons would be boring,” you let slip as the two of you crossed the street. 

“Why do you say that?” she looked at you stunned, “I thought you liked him,”

“I do, I respect that he’s a man of the cloth but after seeing him work on this exhibit…” You paused and looked at her with disgust. “He’s too,” you searched for a good word, “analytical?” Lyla gives you a look of confusion, “he thinks too literally. He gives the facts straight up. He never makes it into a story.” 

“And that would make his sermon suck because?” 

“I feel like he would tell us what’s literally in the bible, while the other Father’s make it all fantastical. They tell us the story and meaning, what we’re supposed to be taking away from it. They give us something to work with. They make it easy to use those lessons in our own lives.”

You look at Lyla who is nodding. “Yeah, I don’t get it,” she looks at you with a wide smile. “Ask him if he’ll do a sermon for the sisters one day. Then maybe I’ll understand what you mean.”

“I’ll try to remember,” you scoff at her.

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Father O’Hara looked dead. He was covered in blood, laying in the middle of the woods. He wasn’t sleeping. One could reason he was meditating, if you squint and tilt your head. He didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t have a plan to explain why he was covered in blood, or why he was just laying in the dirt. But he could explain that he was listening to the birds. They were faint, not daring to get close to the looming threat that was laying on the ground. 

He learned quickly that animals avoided him at all cost. They could sense that he wasn’t a human, that he was more than just a threat, that he was death itself. But one thing he did learn through experimenting, was if he laid still and slowed his breathing, the animals would get close enough for him to hear their calls. 

He loved animals before he turned. He always grew up with dogs and he enjoyed caring for the animals in the lab. He liked sitting outside his townhouse in New York and listening to the birds who made their homes on the ledges of people’s windows. He loved watching the squirrels run across the streets and when he was younger he visited a farm and connected with the barn cats. He enjoyed reading about the exotic beasts in far away lands and always dreamed about retiring with thousands of different animals. 

He closed his eyes and listened to the birds sing their many songs. He cleared his mind and breathed softly, as the songs drifted him into sleep. 

He stood looking down at the river. The beautiful clear mountain spring ran ice cold. His reflection is distorted by the current's ripples. He crouches down and cups his hand in the water. He brings the cool water to his lips and drinks. He swore he could feel the water rejuvenate him. He looked towards the center of the stream. A head peeked out from under the water. 

Your hair splayed out in the water, You only let your eyes over the surface. You stare at the man in front of you. His brown hair is graying in some areas. His normally brown eyes were twinged with a red hue. His clothes were torn and tattered. He was covered in dirt and blo0d. He leans back to a more relaxed position. He sits on the bank and looks back at you. His expression is hard. He doesn’t smile or frown, his eyes read nothing but indifference. He doesn’t hate you, but he can’t trust himself around you. You reach out your hand to him. 

“No,” he says. You dip under the water and swim closer to his feet. You resurface and he looks down at you. Once again you hold out your hand. “You’ll be the death of me,” with that he takes your hand. You pull him in and the two of you swim around with each other. His face clears up each time he dives below the surface. You never take your eyes off him. He doesn’t coward away from your striking gaze. He looks as if he’s almost inviting you in. 

He swims closer to you. A small smile forms as he brings his hand in yours once again. He skillfully raises your hand to his lips. He looks back at your gaze then closes his eyes and kisses your knuckles. He pulls your hand over his shoulder as you drift closer to him. He hangs his head low and brushes his lips against your arm. His other hand brings his cold fingers to your cheek. You flinch away at the sudden coldness. He cups your face and brings you closer to him. He leans down to kiss you as you smile and lean away. You watch through your eyelashes as he chases your lips. Your small giggle was music to his ears as he opened his eyes. He moves his hand to the back of your neck. You shake him off and grab his hands. 

You bring him out to the center of the river, the deepest point. He maintains his eyes on yours as you bring him deeper into the river. Once you had reached the point you wanted, You pulled him closer. You pull his hand above the water. He presses his palm to yours as the two of you study each other's hands. You flicked your eyes to him, catching him looking back. His hand slips down your wrist and closes his fingers around you. He looks at you for a hint of fear, Nothing. Your breathing is steady, your heartbeat stays the same. He smiles and brings your wrist to his mouth. He kisses the vein. He looks at you as he opens his mouth to bite. 

“Not yet,” Your voice causes his chest to tighten as his bulge tightens his pants. His grip tightens as a response. Your other hand comes to undo him on your wrist. 

You balance his hand on the surface of the water, silently begging him to keep it there. He takes note of your expression and lets his hand float on the surface of the water. Your feather touch to his other hand makes him slowly understand what you’re wanting him to do. He relaxes his body into the water and lets himself float on the surface. You lightly place your hands on the sides of his head. You lean down and place a faint kiss on his forehead. His chest tightens at your action. You move to his middle. You place one hand on his lower back and on just below his shoulders. He relaxes into you. He feels weightless as you hold him in the water. 

You close your eyes and silently pray. You look at Father O’Hara and he nods his head in agreement. You bring his head under water once. The silence of the water sent a wave of sickly calm through him. Father. You bring him back up, he looks at you with a softness he didn’t know he had in him. You bring him down once more. He thought about the image he saw. You with the sun filtering through your hair. Something almost angelic about your present. The thought of danger or uncertainty is long gone. Son. he resurfaces, feeling something swell in his chest. And for the last time you bring his head under the water. He wishes he could spend the rest of time looking at you. The vow he made tells him god doesn’t want him to touch, so he won't. He’ll just study from afar. He had made up his mind at that moment. God forbade therefore he will obey.  He feels a hand on his forehead. The hand pushes him deeper into the water. The hand was small against his head. He knew it was yours. He knows he’s supposed to panic but he doesn’t. He didn’t understand why you were drowning him. He thinks about all the things he did to deserve this and he agrees that this must be God's punishment. Let the thing that he wants most kill him before he can tempt her to sin. He lets out his breath and sinks deeper into the water, letting the dark pull him closer. 

He wakes up. He’s not panicked, nor angry. He just sits there. The silence of the woods brings no peace to him. He feels sick. The growing need to see you lives in his chest. He gets up from the dirt and looks around himself, no one. His head spins as he brings himself to walk. There was no rush to his pace. He walks as if in a trance. Swaying back and forth, just with one goal on his mind. To see you. 

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You and Lyla were asked to say later to help clean up after the full day of serving people. They had specifically asked for the two of you because “Those two never had their smile faded the whole time they were here.” which is in part to you and Lyla goofing off the majority of the time. Mind, you still did what you were told to do, which was to put food onto the tray for the people in line. But there were moments when Lyla would make faces at you to make you laugh. 

Now the two of you were elbow deep in hotel pans and nasty sink water. But without fail, Lyla was making you laugh. 

“No, did you see that one guy! The way he chewed, Oh my, I couldn’t keep a straight face,” she giggled. 

“Or the woman without teeth trying to eat the chicken,” You tried to hold back a laugh as you scrubbed away. Lyla on the other hand was hunched over laughing. You glanced up to the window above the sink. You saw a figure standing there in the dark. You tapped Lyla who was trying to catch her breath. “Lyla,” your voice gave away your seriousness. She looked up at you and her smile dropped. 

She quickly followed to where you were looking. She leans forward a smidge and squints. “Tree?” she offers. 

“There was a person,” you weren’t letting her brush it off. 

“Nah, it's” she turns to you and gets low, “the beast!” She jumps and wraps her arms around you. The two of you laugh and go back to washing the dishes. 

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Father O’Hara stood in the darkness outside the kitchen. He watched you and Lyla laughing. He smiled to himself. He was happy you had someone. Now, he didn’t have to worry as much about you when he wasn’t around. He stood there longer than he should have, but he didn’t care. He thought you were so beautiful when you were laughing with Lyla. 

He sees you look up through the window. He watches your face drop. You had looked down at Lyla so he took his chance to hide behind the tree. He stayed there for a bit, back against the hard tree. After a few seconds he looked around the tree to see if you were still looking. Lyla was hugging you so he made his way closer to the window. 

He heard you and Lyla talking. 

He steadied his breathing when he heard Lyla ask, “Do you think you could leave the church? Like that one sister did? Like if you had met someone, would you risk leaving the church to go see if you’d might be happy with them?”

He perked up at the question. He didn’t think any of the sisters would ever talk like that even if they were away from the abbey. But he was interested in your answer.

All he heard was dishes clanking around. But you never called her out for even thinking about that, he was hopeful about your answer. Since he couldn’t see your face he figured you were thinking. 

“Hmm, I don’t think I’ve thought about it,” You answered, the sound of dishes got quieter. “I think I would.” He raises his eyebrow at your answer. He never thought the little church mouse would ever think about doing something like that. 

“Really? You would leave if you met someone,” Lyla’s voice saturated in shock. He chuckled to himself. Maybe he had you all wrong. 

“Yeah, but it wouldn’t just be for anyone.” You paused and he took a moment to look up at you through the window, “I know if I were to find the one I would leave,” You smiled softly out the window, looking far past him. He saw your smile and his chest tightened once again. He looked down at his hands. He didn’t understand why you had this effect on him. He sat below the window as you and Lyla finished up your work. 

A pain of hunger shot through him. He groaned. He knew that the more he spends time with you the more the hunger will consume him. He’s afraid that one day the hunger will never stop, you’ll see who he really is. A beast. 

He thought about your reaction. And for once he was torn between what he wanted to see. He wants to see you scared and trembling at the thought of him possibly hurting you but there’s a new side to him. This new side wants you to see him as the good man he tries to be, a priest and hopefully one day the one you wish about. He wants to see you look up at him filled with unwavering love. 

He sat there, back against the old building. Listening to you and Lyla talking and he came to the realization that he wanted better for you. Right then and there he vowed to become better for you. 

On the way back it was dark, which he noted that the soup kitchen either sent a letter with the other sisters or were about to get one that will not be pleasant from the abbess. He stayed many feet behind you two. He liked it better that way. He knew the beast was made up by the townspeople and that the threat was himself. But he still wanted to watch you go back to the abbey. He wasn’t sure if it was even about safety in the first place. 

But he did know that at the core it was a selfish reason. He just wanted to see you. You, the one who consumed most of his thoughts since he first saw you. The one who tells him to step away from the facts and talk to people like… well, people. The one who always gets him dinner when he asks even though you notice he will never eat it. The one who smells like lilacs and loves reading. The One. 

He never was sure of anything before in his life, but seeing you walk down the road, arms linked with Lyla, he became sure of one thing, He wants to be your God. 

[eclecticopposition]

Put Casey In The Bingo, Boss. (Bet you thought I'd say Veto. Actually, now I want to say Veto. Put Veto In The Bingo, Boss.)

put them BOTH in the bingo

[assortedvillainvault]

Hiiii sorta new here, maybe didnt want my blog attached to this ask (nervous)

how would blitzwing handle a sick reader? personally for me showers suddenly become unbearable because i can feel every single little drop of water on my skin, textures need to be Correct™️ otherwise itll piss me off

Hi and welcome! No worries I totally understand, it’s why I keep anon asks available! Been a while since I whipped up anything for a sickfic, hope you enjoy!

Blitzwing x Sick!Reader

His fleshy is LEAKING

And wheezing, and lethargic, and can’t even walk properly!

A virus? Did you not update your firewalls?? He can hack the 5G if you need it- the frag you mean it’s not that kind of virus?

You’ve never seen a 30ft killing machine wring his hands paintless like this.

He has no fucking clue what to do – he can’t pick you up because you projectile vomit (thankfully, off the side of his servos, but still, Primus no that’s too many fluids-), he can’t shoot the things that make you sick because they’re too TINY, and punching a hole through a fleshy hospital’s roof to get you inside would just get the Autobots AND Megatron on his case-!

The con’s don’t have a medic of their own on earth, and bitterly he knows that if they did they wouldn’t care less, much less know how the frag to help.

He swore Professor Sumdac to absolute secrecy, but the little he gleaned from him didn’t much help. He’s just too big and not familiar enough with the minutia of organic life to know what could help and what could make you worse.

All he can really do is hold you, and try to stay locked on Icy because you like how cold his plating is against your overheated little body as you toss and turn.

...if you don’t get better in a few days, he’s going to kidnap the autobot medic come hell or high water. Probably tear his legs off so he can’t run, too.

[ahopefulbromantic]

Are you a soldier irl? And what’s your url mean? Thanks :)

No i'm not a soldier, i am however a reservist. I've undergone a physical exam and a general questionnaire to see if i am fit for the military service (it's compulsory for every med grad in Poland). So from what i understood if there ever comes a time of war i will get drafted but most likely as an army doctor (?).

As for my url it's a reversal of a hopeless romantic. Instead i am a hopeful bromantic (as in bromance instead of romance) :D

[oneluckydragon]

YOU CANNOT HAVE AN EEVEE/RIOLU TEAM AND HAVE THE SAME DADNOIR BELIEFS AND NOT EXPECT ME TO LOSE MY SHIT OMGGG. SHAKING YOUUUU. op we are friends now. YOU CANNOT ESCAPE.

Hey @jsab-fujii you gave me literal cardiac arrest because, um, I was actually working on this lil pic right when you sent your message (and I was going to shyly post it but now I can just attach it to this?). Do you happen to have psychic powers? Or maybe we're just this in tune already that we were thinkin' about each other at the same time? Either way it's magic and I'm so honored. Anyway!! I have been obsessed (putting it lightly) with Ribbons and Aimilios for the past few days. I am utterly in love with them and your art, which is amazing btw!! I think that Echo and Ribbons, if they ever got to actually talk, would be fast friends even though their personalities are very different. Eevees gotta stick together!

Now, I wonder what these two could be having so much fun chatting about?? <3

[head-archivist-mag-institute]

wH4t h4V3 1 d0N3 t0 B3 uNdEs3Rv1Ng 0F 4 c4T? </3

-🌀🚪

Get your own cat i found this one fair and square

[sleepykas]

FROG!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[amiharana]

ok but it's so homophobic that of all the champions' powers, revali's is the only one that when you use it, he doesn't say anything. like mipha says "it is my pleasure," daruk and urbosa both make like a "ha!" sound, but revali literally says nothing 🙁

i opened up the game just to prove you wrong because revali actually says "hmph!" when his gale is activated 🤓🤓🤓🤓 SO. KJDHFKJSDF

but you're technically right that revali actually doesn't say any actual words, so i'd either attribute it to his pride or his gay panic. the pretty boy you were in love with back then and is also your sworn rival with whom you have an emotionally intimate but complicated relationship with calls upon your help and they expect you to SPEAK? nawww but revali has too many things he'd want to say and none of it would fit within the few seconds he has with link when his gale is called upon. i also imagine that if the gale was something that revali was barely able to perform consistently when he and link met, maybe activating the gale still takes a lot of effort on revali? especially because he has to produce enough wind to carry link, a heavy hylian in comparison to the hollow-boned rito, skywards, thus no words when he's called upon because he's too busy concentrating. but he's also dead so maybe it's not difficult and revali himself is just being a difficult shithead.

imagine link bringing it up when he visits revali's ghost on medoh again and he's like Mipha always says it's her pleasure how come you never say anything like that to me 🙁 and revali's just like. You called up on my gale to get onto someone's roof. What the hell would be pleasurable about that.

[stormyoceans]

no one needs this information but jimmy and sea have 10 mv together and it's insane. can we see more? “maybe this is love” is stuck in my eyelids forever.

SORRY ANON BUT IM GONNA BEG TO DIFFER TO ME PERSONALLY AS A PERSON THIS IS AN INCREDIBLY VITAL INFORMATION AND I DID NEED SOMEONE TO BRING IT TO MY ATTENTION BECAUSE HELLOOOOOOOO??????????? HOW DID I NOT REALIZE JIMMYSEA ALREADY HAVE SO MANY MVs TOGETHER LIKE

have i found

the key

by my side

madly in love

maybe this is love

better days

blame the stars (mork version)

one palm distance

last twilight

blame the stars (day version)

INSANITY FR?????????? like im not sure what's the average amount for a fixed pairing in GMMTV, but for jimmysea to have this many MVs with only two series under their belt feels like a lot??????? and the fact that all of those MVs are incredibly meaningful and visually stunning and that the songs that go with them are all so memorable and good??????? JIMMYSEA TRULY KINGS OF MUSIC AND SONGS AND IMAGERY AND OF MAKING DIRECTORS FALL IN LOVE WITH THEM SO MUCH THAT JUST HAVING THEM IN THEIR SERIES ISN'T ENOUGH THEY ALSO NEED TO COME UP WITH ALL THE POSSIBLE MVs FOR JIMMYSEA TO STAR IN

MANIFESTING THIS TREND TO KEEP GOING IN THEIR NEXT SERIES TOO

[lambilegs]

Thinking of a brokeback mountain au with Lee. She is so ennis coded it’s crazy

LEE AS A LESBIAN COWBOY??? END ME NOW I MIGHT JUST FUCKING WRITE THIS YOU GENIUS ANON!!