#felt like a bonding moment in a way yk?

[herlondonboy]

so it goes, clarisse la rue

summary: based off of this ask!

warnings: angst to fluff, bullies yk.

wc: 1.4k

from the moment you and clarisse started your relationship, it was evident that your affectionate nature and innate clinginess were characteristics woven into the fabric of your connection. clarisse, with her understanding and patient demeanour, assured you early on that your constant need for closeness wasn't just tolerated but genuinely embraced.

in those initial stages, clarisse would gently remind you that she enjoyed the warmth of your touch, the way you sought comfort in the proximity of one another. it was as if the world outside faded into insignificance whenever you two were entwined, and the simple act of being close provided a sanctuary for your heart.

days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, yet your affectionate tendencies persisted and even flourished. whether it was a subtle hand on her arm, fingers interlaced, or a comforting arm around your shoulders, the physical connection became an unspoken language of love between you two. it wasn't just about the warmth of the embrace; it was about the security and reassurance it offered.

clarisse, appreciating the way you expressed love, reciprocated with a warmth that matched yours. it became a dance of affection, an unspoken agreement that permeated every moment spent together. even in the most mundane activities like watching a movie or sharing a meal, there was an unbreakable link, a tangible reminder that you were both present and connected.

the outside world might label it as clinginess, but for the two of you, it was an unspoken promise of solidarity. for you, it assured you that clarisse wasn’t going anywhere. for clarisse, it reassured her that you were real. clarisse found solace in your touch, and you, in turn, found security in her acceptance. it wasn't just about physical proximity; it was a testament to the emotional bond that continued to strengthen.

as time passed, your relationship evolved, but the affectionate nature remained a constant. each touch, each shared moment, became a testament to the enduring strength of your connection. in the arms of clarisse la rue, you found not just a lover but a haven, a place where the simple act of touch spoke volumes, whispering promises of love and everlasting togetherness.

heart heavy, you raised your hand to knock on the cabin door, only to freeze upon hearing clarisse's siblings teasing her from within.

"how do you put up with them?" one of her brothers chuckled. "you can't seriously like having them all over you all the time."

clarisse joined in the laughter, "i know, right? they're super annoying. i just need a moment to myself every now and again."

as their words hung in the air, a lump formed in your throat. doubt crept in, overshadowing the reassurances clarisse had once offered. the sanctuary you believed you had found in her arms began to crumble.

torn between confronting the situation and retreating, you took a step back from the door. the vulnerability of the moment choked you, tears welling up in your eyes as you questioned the authenticity of your connection with clarisse.

with a heavy heart, you turned away, the creaking of the floor beneath your weight muffled by the echoes of laughter from inside. the cabin, once a refuge, now felt like a distant memory as doubt clouded your perception.

as you walked away, the words of clarisse's siblings lingered, echoing in your mind. the path before you seemed uncertain, the foundation of your relationship shaken by the unfiltered opinions of those close to clarisse. a battle raged within you– the desire for connection conflicting with the fear of being a burden.

in the solitude of the outdoors, you grappled with your emotions. the vulnerability of that moment lingered, but so did the love that had initially bound you and clarisse together. it was a pivotal juncture, a moment of truth that demanded introspection.

as the evening unfolded, the air outside in camp thickened with tension. the dinner table became a silent witness to the growing unease. clarisse, noticing your absence, excused herself from the table, her siblings' banter fading as she stepped outside in search of you.

the pebble beach, bathed in the soft glow of twilight, welcomed clarisse's searching gaze. her heart quickened as she spotted you lying down, your hand trailing through the gentle caress of the water. relief and worry danced in her eyes as she approached, her footsteps slowing to avoid disturbing the fragile atmosphere.

tapping your shoulder gently, clarisse's touch sent a shiver down your spine. for a moment, you almost melted into her warmth, forgetting the turmoil within. as reality struck, you sat up abruptly, distancing yourself from her touch. clarisse, sitting down beside you, furrowed her brows at the puffy redness in your eyes, evidence of the tears you had shed in solitude.

concern etched across her face, clarisse asked, "what's wrong?" her voice was a gentle melody, but the weight of the earlier conversation lingered in the air.

"if you don't like my touching you, why did you say you did?" the words spilled out, carrying the vulnerability that had plagued you since overhearing the candid remarks from her siblings.

clarisse's confusion morphed into realisation, her eyes widening as she connected the dots. the revelation hit her like a wave, and she scrambled to find the right words. "y/n, i didn't mean any of that. i was just playing along with my siblings' teasing. i love your affection; it's one of the things i cherish most about us. i never wanted you to doubt that."

the sincerity in her voice began to melt the walls you had erected. as she rushed out an apology, you felt the tension easing, replaced by the warmth of understanding. the vulnerability shared in that moment became the bridge to healing.

the vulnerability lingered in the air as you asked clarisse how you were supposed to believe her. doubt still clung to your heart, a lingering echo of the overheard conversation. clarisse, sensing the weight of your uncertainty, took a deep breath before gently taking your hands in hers.

with a sincerity that transcended words, she locked eyes with you, the depths of her gaze conveying a truth that needed no verbal affirmation. "y/n," she began, her voice a gentle reassurance, "i understand why you might doubt, but you mean everything to me. my love for you is real, and your touch is something i cherish, not something to be teased about."

in that shared moment, her touch became an anchor, grounding you in the reassurance you sought. the world around you seemed to fade as clarisse spoke through the language of touch.

wrapping her arms around you, she pulled you close, creating a cocoon of warmth that melted away the remnants of doubt. "i never want you to question how much you mean to me," she whispered, her breath brushing against your ear. the tenderness of her embrace spoke louder than any apology or explanation could. it was a silent pledge, an unspoken promise that resonated through the shared heartbeat between you two.

as clarisse pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, the gentle gesture spoke volumes. "i love you," she murmured, the words a balm to the ache of uncertainty. it was a gesture of love, an act that transcended the need for words. in that moment, you could feel her heartbeat sync with yours, a rhythmic affirmation of the bond you shared.

the beach became a sanctuary, the lapping waves providing a soothing backdrop to the intimate dance of emotions. clarisse's arms around you became a shield against doubt, a fortress built on the foundation of trust. the silence of the night was broken only by the whispers of the wind and the tender exchange of touches that bridged the gap between fear and assurance.

as clarisse held you close, you felt the walls around your heart crumble. the vulnerability you had carried transformed into a newfound strength, fortified by the genuine love that radiated from her every touch. "i believe you," you finally whispered, your voice a fragile acknowledgment. it was in that embrace that you found the answer to your question, a tangible affirmation that spoke louder than any words ever could.

in the quiet intimacy of the beach, doubts were replaced by a profound understanding. clarisse, through the language of touch, had dismantled the barriers that threatened your connection. as you rested in her arms, the moonlit night bore witness to the resilience of love, the power of vulnerability, and the unwavering strength of a bond that emerged unscathed from the storm of doubt.

#clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue #clarisse my beloved #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x you #clarisse pjo #elijah writes #please reblog #elijah random

[clubforfrogs]

Heyyy, SLIP UPS- AWESOME, WOMAN HOW DO U DO THIS-?

Also a request...!!! M so excited!!

Sirius black x reader snape

Basically snake's younger sister, is constantly bullied by the marauders, cuz of snape yk yk, especially on her make up preferable her foundation, after lots of teasing and bullying, she lashes out on sirius n removes her makeup to show a huge scar imprinted on her face. Cuz of her family issues n stuff. I leave how sirius reacts and their bonding up to you.

I LOVE UR WRITING SM, I SWEAR ITS SO GOOD. M NOT EVEN LYING. UR MY SOUL WRITER.

French love from dxb, Mon cherie

Um hello?! You’re literally the sweetest🫶🫶. I also love this request so much, so I hope I did it justice. I came up with this little blurb- I really hope you like it!

I’m currently working on a Sirius ask and a little James blurb- so keep on the look out for those.

Of All People - Sirius Black x Reader

~ 1.7k words

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Now let’s be clear, you loved your brother, but some deep, shameful part of you resented him for the attention he attracted. Your parents had instilled posh pureblood ideologies into your heads from young ages. Luckily, you were able to see through their bullshit. Severus wasn’t so lucky. 

He brought that thinking into Hogwarts, and was ecstatic when both you and him were sorted into Slytherin, where he took no time at all befriending other air headed Slytherins who thought the same. This, along with the simple fact of his existence, brought the full wrath of the marauders down on your brother, which also trickled down to you. 

The marauders would endlessly bully and tease your brother. Being the dimwit he was, he always decides to try and fight back, ultimately failing every time. They would cast small hexes on you in the hallways, just constant, small annoyances. Eventually, it seemed as though Snape wasn’t enough of a challenge for the marauders, which caused them to turn fully to you. Now you were the one getting harassed. Constant jabs at the way you looked, filth about you thinking the same way as Severus, and the never ending comments about the amount of foundation you wore. What kind of guy even noticed that stuff? 

To be quite frank, it sucked. You were stuck with a shitty brother whom you loved, and a group of boys who bullied you for that very reason. It was exhausting, which meant that you valued every moment you could find yourself at peace- like right now. You were sitting underneath a tree near Black Lake. It was the first of the warmer days at Hogwarts, so you blended in with the multitudes of students soaking up the sun. You hoped this blending would be enough to allow you some quality time away from the marauders.

You leaned back your head against the bark of the tree. There was a gentle wind blowing across your face, a gentle buzz of voices coming from the other students outside, and a heavy liquid falling down your face. Wait… what? You opened your eyes quickly and rubbed at your face. It felt as though sticky black tar had been dumped on your head.

Though the substance made it hard to see, you could hear the roaring laughter of James, Peter, Remus, and Sirius. “What the hell? What is your issue? You couldn’t leave it for one day?” You questioned. You had cleared the goo enough clear your eyesight, and could see the amused faces of the boys. Sirius had the biggest grin stretching across his face, “Aw, we wouldn’t do that to you. You simply look too adorable with black sludge covering your face. Honestly, it looks better than that makeup you cake on everyday.” 

You could punch him for the look on his face. You had already been having a crappy day, as your parents had sent you a letter reminding you that the summer holiday was approaching, and they expected you to not forget your manners like you seem so inclined to do. 

Basically, if you didn’t listen to every word they said, you were going to “get straightened out” like your mother always said. The letter was fresh in your mind, and with it, a need to punch something. Luckily for you, there were four perfect targets standing right in front of you. 

You took a step towards James, the closest of them to you. He looked slightly confused, but taunted you nevertheless, “You coming in for a kiss? Sorry, I don’t French with snakes.” That was all you needed. You reared back your fist, and punched James Potter square in the gut. He doubled over in pain, and you swear you’ve never felt so much joy. Peter and Remus rushed over to him right away. Sirius looked at you in shock and took you by the shoulders. “You’re such a bitch! I knew all of the Snapes were the same. Just leave Hogwarts! We don’t need another bunch of rancid, pureblood twats spitting nonsense around here!” He was screaming in your face, and everything about what he was saying infuriated you. 

“Excuse me? Have you ever thought of asking about what I believe instead of assuming I’m just like my brother? I don’t believe in any of that shit! And what’s even worse, I have to suffer the consequences of being a half decent person all the time!” Sirius looked confused at your last sentence, so you rolled your eyes and casted a simple spell to clean the liquid off of your face, along with the thick layer of foundation you had applied that morning. Underneath, a giant scar cut along your cheek. It was relatively new, so the skin around it was red and puckered.

Sirius sucked in a quick breath. The other marauders had stopped cooing over James, and looked to you with shocked expressions. “Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry-“ you cut Sirius off. “Just stop, I thought you of all people would know what I was going through, but I guess not.” You started walking away, but when you heard the footsteps of Sirius behind you, you sped up to a run.

The footsteps behind you also increased in their pace, and a large hand grasped your wrist. You turned to look at Sirius. Tears had started forming in your eyes, but you wiped them away in futile the hope that would stop Sirius from seeing them. Sirius didn’t speak right away, instead he chose to study your face. You squirmed, under his scrutiny, you just felt ugly. Your red rimmed eyes, stuffy nose, and large scar now visible. You were heavily considering bolting away again until he spoke up, “I’m sorry. I- I never even considered that you might not be like your family. And you’re right, out of anyone, I should have been the one to give you the benefit of the doubt.” You looked back up at him, his eyes seemed genuinely apologetic, but that didn’t mean you were letting him off the hook just yet. 

“Yeah, you should be sorry. You and your cronies have been ruining my life here at Hogwarts. My one escape from my family. And you’ve been taking the absolute piss out of my brother. I know how he is, but he’s still my brother. Talk to me again when you show me you want to change.” With that, you pulled your wrist from his grip and walked back to your dorm. You really wanted to give him a second chance, partly because you had been harboring a small crush on him since first year. But before you could even let yourself consider that, he had to prove that he wanted to change. You sat in your dorm thinking about that very scenario, wishing, hoping, praying, that he would make the effort.

And in the next few weeks, he did. There were certainly the occasional taunts thrown towards your brother in the halls, but you supposed you could live with that. There were no more cruel pranks aimed towards you or Severus, and Sirius had even made James, Peter, and Remus write out apology notes and deliver them to you personally. You had probably gotten way too much enjoyment out of that one.

As you ate in the Great Hall, surrounded by a few acquaintances, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Behind you was a nervous looking Sirius. “Would you like to come over and eat with us? I swear, no bad intentions. We really want to get to know you.” His voice was much smaller than you had ever heard it. You weighed your options back and forth, but with the genuine effort he had been putting into righting his wrongs, there was no way you could deny him. “I would be delighted to.”

His face lit up at that, and you could see his confidence instantly repair itself. He led you over to where he and the other marauders sat, guiding you by placing his hand on the small of your back. The simple act caused your face to redden, but if he noticed, he didn’t say anything. Once you sat down at the table, everything was surprisingly normal. The other boys made one more quick apology each, but then the conversation quickly migrated to more light hearted topics.

“Okay, James,” it was hard to speak through your laughter, “You went up to this fifty year old dude, and insisted he was your mom?” The entire table burst out in laughter. “It was an intense game of truth or dare, I had ten galleons riding on it!” Remus smirked at him, “Yeah, but you still ended up losing,” he then looked to you, “You want to know why, Y/n?” You looked at him nodding, as you heard Peter groan, “Don’t do this mate.” Remus only spared him a glance as he launched back into his story, “So the truth or dare game was down to just Peter and James, and neither of them would back out. That’s when Sirius came out with this absolutely vile looking plate of chicken. It was cold, half raw, and definitely spoiled. We dared James and Peter to eat it for the win. James backed out immediately, but Peter ate it and puked for weeks.”

You had been drinking pumpkin juice as Remus told his story. But once he reached the part where Peter at the chicken, you lost it. Laughter spilled from your lips, and juice came up out of your nose. This only made the laughter at the table increase ten fold. You realized that you were receiving from worried glances from the students around you, but the laughter clouded your mind and you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You finally managed to calm yourself, and Sirius handed you a napkin of while wiping away a tear. You wiped away the juice, and caught sight of the watch on your wrist as you did so.

“Shit, I was supposed to be working on a Potions paper due tomorrow! I’ve gotta be off, this was lovely though!” You hugged Peter who sat right next to you, the boy looked a bit shocked, but satisfied nonetheless. You saw the pouty look emerge in Sirius’ eyes, so you leaned across the table and pecked him on the cheek. His face immediately blossomed into a lovely pink hue as the boys shouted out variations of, “You’re in!” “When’s the wedding?” and “Can I be the best man?” You smiled as you walked away from them, hoping that you’d be invited to sit with them again tomorrow.

#james potter x reader #marauders x reader #poly!wolfstar x you #remus lupin x reader #poly!marauders x reader #sirius black x reader #wolfstar x reader #marauders x fem!reader #poly marauders x reader #harry potter

[victoirey]

Hi!! I saw you were doing avatar requests. I was wondering if you could do tsu'tey as a father figure to gender neutral avatar!reader? Maybe teaching them to hunt or whatever you wish to write! If not that's totally okay!! Have a good day!!

♡. "dada??" "DO I LOOK—" —

synopsis / tsu'tey as a father figure. and how he would react to being your father figure.

gn!avatar!reader | ( I almost made this into an x reader goodbye ) I kinda blanked out in the middle and just stopped and told myself this was good as an excuse for not having any other ideas I am so sorry abt that ( I do not expect this to get as much likes as my other ones )

let's build some character here!!! it's pre-awow, yeah? you literally just got out of your cryosleep pod, you're a clueless teen with nothing but your humor and maybe your adapting skills to save you. your parents are either dead or out of the picture — and it turns out your sibling kinda signed up to be an operator but then BAM! they died before they could do it. that's kinda sad tho. rip... anyways you kinda HAVE to do this and it's weird because you're a teen but your parents are out of the picture and you're the only one the RDA can depend on.

so, naturally, you go "...screw it!" as I would go and stuff yourself into a cryosleep pod like every one of us smart people would do. okay back to the present

you're a bit loopy, you know, you just got here, you just got through quaritch's debrief. you're just going with the flow and hoping they have some pizza but yk nonetheless you're chillin' ... fast forward to when you wake up in your avatar

you're all over the place as we all would be .... you're like really tall and stuff and whenever you walk you walk like you're high but you get used to it and then suddenly you're up and running and probably failing at basketball

even more fast forwarding!!! you go on your first expedition, blah blah blah, you and jake get lost and depend on eachother for survival for like a few hours until neytiri finds the both of you and then takes you back to the clan in which you are both reluctantly taken in

mo'at places tsu'tey in charge of you to which the warrior is screaming sobbing and crying because of because he wants no part in teaching devils from the sky. you sass him back. he retorts with an even sassier remark. you then have a sass off.

okay I'm done worldbuilding have a little drabble ( can you spot parallels? <3)

oh my god, wow! you're actually & royally, perhaps even emperor level royally, dead! it is very evident from the fact that this direhorse your extremely hospitable guide is leading you to looks positively horrifying and you don't even want to get on it. "e-easy, girl—" you tried to reassure the horse, but tsu'tey interjected, whacking your head, gently. ( gently for tsu'tey. you almost broke your head. ) "oneida is male." he said, and the direhorse seemed to agree, whacking you with his antenna sassily. you hissed.

"mawey." (calm.) tsu'tey ran his fingers along the direhorses skin, and oneida neighed in response. tsu'teys eyes then came to you, his head nodding upwards— basically an indirect way to say get on the horse already. you obliged, thinking: hey! this would be easy!

it wasn't. you struggled and continued to struggle getting on that horse. tsu'tey just laughed, and yet he ended up helping you in the end— you smiled, proud of yourself for going through such a laborious situation. your pride was interrupted as tsu'tey yelled at you, almost having you fall off the creature— but yet, you remained balanced. "make the bond. use your tswin, already, skxawng."

you did. you felt an overwhelming feeling you couldn't describe, and it seemed that all you could feel at this moment weren't your feelings. tsu'tey snickered at your clueless face— "that is tsaheylu. the bond that connects you to them, all you must do is tell them where to go and what to do inside." he instructed, fingers to the side of his head. then, quickly, he swung himself onto another direhorse & bonded with them, looking at you with a cheeky smile. "keep up," his eyes narrowed,

"now, we ride."

it turns out that you're better at this than you thought you'd be, before it started. you caught on faster than jake did, and by like, let's say less time than jake did because I don't know how many months this movie encompasses, you were basically ready to go through your rite of passage.

tsu'tey was there with you through it all, y/n.

he watched you jump through the forests, he was the one who told you what ikrans were— he taught you na'vi. he taught you everything you needed to know. and he was proud. you could see it in his smile, and when he smiled at you, patting your back and telling you 'well done' — you couldn't help but see him as a father after.

"thanks, dad."

you weren't supposed to say that.

oh my god you're going to DIE tsutey is gonna IMPALE YOU on his SUPER COOL DAD SPEAR and you're not gonna live your life to the fullest because you got IMPALED by a DAD SPEAR wait that sounds like a really metal way to go WAIT BUT YOURE GOING TO DIE but damn its probably mercy if tsutey kills you WAIT BUT

...

what

have the gods placed favor upon me? you think , as tsu'tey placed a firm hand on your back, a polite, dare you say fatherly grin on his face—

damn. the gods really did place favor on me.

"is that what you think of me? old enough to be called father?" he teases, flicking your forehead. "I do not mind. be at ease."

IM DONE. BUILDING THE RELATIONSHIP IS DONE. GENERAL HEADCANONS HERE I GO

first of all, this man is tough love and nothing else. he'll tell you what's wrong straight up, he'll tell you you're at fault and all that— but he'll also give you advice on how to fix it. he's not all tough. he's also love. you get hugs sometimes. you appreciate it.

you are still his skxawng. his little idiot child.

now being tsu'teys unofficial child, each and every lesson you have with him gets more and more hilarious— him being more loose around you, he cracks jokes here and then and you even get caught up in some banter! very dad

tsu'tey sometimes indulges you, letting you ramble about earth stuff without a care. he's even interested in certain topics, for example: wildlife, weapons, historical figures, all that! he asks you about them and listens intently.

he's a good listener, is our next point. you need a good cry? tsu'teys your man. he'll give you advice and/or listen! you don't have to worry about being judged when you're with him.

tsu'tey is also alive by the way no he isn't dead what the hell are you talking about he's alive you silly goose

other than that, you are basically the child of tsu'tey, as basically recognized by the clan and as teased by the clans higher ups. and jake.

#tsu'tey te rongloa ateyitan #tsu'tey x reader #avatar tsu'tey #avatar 2009 x reader #james cameron #awow x reader #james camerons avatar #avatar 2009 #tsu'tey

[jigujellee]

EMERGENCY CONTACT -> you’re only supposed to call when you want each other, but what happens when she calls you because she needs you? (part 1: lead the way)

jennie x reader smut, fluff, angst - a triple threat >:) word count: 2.7k warnings: swearing, slight stalking moment

a/n: helloooo! happy new year again to everyone :D i know some of you have been waiting for this to drop, so i hope you enjoy it! as usual, it's not proofread so i'm sorry for any mistakes you may come across while reading. i'm also sorry if this is rusty, i've had writer's block for so long and it's only starting to get a little bit better,, but anw i love you all and remember to take care of yourselves!

the sound of wet kisses and quiet whimpers are the only things heard within the walls of jennie’s bedroom.

“fuck y/n, just like that” jennie moans as her hands get tangled in your hair, trying to push you even closer to her dripping wet core. you lap your tongue along the length of her slit causing the raven haired girl to arch her back.

“oh god! i’m so close baby, please don’t stop”

-

after reaching her orgasm and allowing her to return the favour, the two of you lay together in her bed trying to catch your breaths before jennie starts to giggle.

“what’s so funny miss kim?”

“nothing, it’s just that i’ll always be amazed by the way you fuck me y/n”

you turn over to face her and pull her closer to you, smiling as you two fall asleep together.

you don’t recall explicitly stating the terms and conditions of your “relationship”, for lack of a better word. after the first night you and jennie hooked up, she began calling you up in the late hours of the night saying she needed to “destress from work”, obviously meaning she needed the stress fucked out of her. you eventually started to do the same once midterm season was slowly approaching, and that’s how this whole thing started really. to an outsider, this was a simple friends with benefits situation but you didn’t really call like calling it that. to be quite honest, you didn’t know what to call this; you’re just satisfied with it.

but you felt a change and you didn’t like where it was going.

the last few times you’ve slept with jennie went as they usually do - you two meet up, have dinner, take a stroll somewhere and then eagerly rush to one of your places to have sex. then in the morning, whoever wakes up first makes breakfast (you’ve been to each other’s places enough times to know where everything is) and then one of you leaves until the cycle continues again. it was almost a routine at this point, so you start to question when you notice jennie trying to break it.

your suspicions started when you woke up to her staring at you. not so much in a creepy manner, but more so like she was adoring you as you slept. when your eyes open and they meet hers, a smile slowly grows as her somewhat hoarse voice (from all the screaming yk) manages to let out a soft “good morning.” you look into her eyes momentarily, noticing a glint of something that wasn’t there before but you ignore it. “morning,” you say as you get up and make way for the bathroom, not looking back to notice a sulking jennie.

then you noticed how she snuggles into your neck and places a soft kiss just below your jawline, whispering a “thank you” before drifting off to sleep. jennie has only recently been thanking you for having sex with her, and with you being the slight overthinker that you are, you believe that her “thank you” may have a slightly different meaning; something that she knows she doesn't want to admit yet.

today, you noticed how she begged to stay even after breakfast.

“what’s the rush? i don’t have work today and you don’t have classes”

“come on, we always do this jen, you know time’s up after breakfast”

“well, i wanna change it up today. why don’t we go do something fun?”

“like?”

“take me on a date,” she casually says, causing you to nearly choke on your almost finished coffee.

“a date? why?”

“it’s just a way for us to bond”

“is bonding in bed not enough?”

“oh come on y/n, it’s just a fun little date”

you sigh in defeat, watching as your opponent hops off the couch in glee to get dressed, but not before planting a kiss on your cheek.

“thank you,” she says, almost lovingly. you say nothing in return and just proceed to your room to get ready for this “date.”

-

“how much longer?” you yell from outside the dressing room. unfortunately for you, the term “date” to jennie just meant going shopping with her.

“someone’s eager to see me,” the girl smirks as she pulls the curtain back to reveal her in a simple yet elegant black dress.

“help me zip up please?” jennie’s back is towards you and you can’t help but stare hungrily at the bare skin. as you grab the zipper, you slowly pull it up to close the dress but your intrusive thoughts came over you and you begin leaving soft kisses on her back before you could zip it up completely. jennie sighs at the feeling of your lips on her skin. as you move up closer to her neck, you feel her arm wrap around the back of your neck. nibbling softly on the lobe of her ear, you whisper, “why don’t i just unzip this dress and take you right here, right now?” but as much as she wanted it, jennie stops your movements and turns to face you.

“i want a day without sex, y/n”

“huh? why, did you get your period or something?”

“no, i just want to enjoy this day without having to end it with sex like we always do”

your suspicions began to rise again. though you meet up with her every so often for your little fuck buddy system, you two rarely saw each other outside of that simply because of school and work. so for her to be asking for a day to just be with you without the sex makes you wonder why? and for what reason?

still, you decide to go along with it and see where it takes you. you leave the store without the black dress and start walking around the mall by jennie’s side. your left hand was in your pant pocket while you let your right hand swing in the air. when you feel jennie brush her hand against yours, you don’t move your hand for a moment to see if she tries to hold it. and you were right; she slowly tries to interlock your hands together, but you move your hand away and offer to carry her bags instead. this continued for the rest of your time at the mall together, her movements varying from trying to hold your hand or link arms with you, or even trying to snuggle up against you when you bumped into a classmate of yours. anything she tried to initiate, you would shut it down immediately.

on the way to your car, it was silent. you felt something brewing in the air and it didn’t feel good. so as you drive her home, you attempt to lighten the mood.

“damn miss kim, you have so many bags in the back, i can barely see in my rear view mirror”

dead silence.

“i honestly thought you were gonna buy the whole mall back there,” you quickly glance at her to find her staring out the window.

“alright, what’s wrong jennie? why the silent treatment?”

“is sex the only thing you want from me?” she asked, annoyed but her gaze never leaves the window.

“what are you talking about?”

“i know you know. i’m not stupid and neither are you. but is this really all you want out of this? out of us?”

“what ‘us’ are you talking about jen? this is just those things where we casually fuck”

“oh, so it really is just that. i’m just someone you call when you’re horny, that’s it”

“don’t act like you didn't start it!” you raise your voice slightly.

“that’s what it was before i fell in love with you! did you really think that we could pull this off without one of us catching feelings?”

“you seemed like the type, so yes i did”

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

you pull into the driveway of jennie’s house and shut the engine off. you unbuckle your seatbelt and try to leave the car to go help with her bags, but jennie grabs you by the arm to keep you in your seat.

“i’m gonna ask you again y/n, is sex the only thing you want from me?”

you look at her in the eyes and you watch the tears form in them. this setup was dangerous from the start, but you really tried to keep things casual with her.

“yes. this was supposed to be just sex, and you fucked it up for us”

before you could even say anything else, she unbuckles her own seatbelt and gets out of your car without forgetting to slam the door. she grabs her bags from the trunk and also closes it with a slam. you didn’t even bother to help because you knew she’d reject it, and there was nothing you could do but watch as she angrily marches toward the entrance of her house that you used to be welcome in, until now.

-

the internet says it takes roughly 21 days to break a habit. for some people, it could be more and for some, it could be less. but for you and jennie, the routine you two shared managed to be broken in just one second with one sentence.

it’s 3:14am, you can’t sleep and you know you’ll wake up with dark circles under your eyes. still, you lay in bed and stare blankly at the ceiling as you wonder what the fuck was wrong with you.

thinking back to when you two first hooked up, there were no rules or terms and conditions to your situation with jennie. nothing was put in place, no one said that you couldn’t fall in love with each other, so why did you penalize her for it? you had no clue. maybe you were just a natural asshole. or were you just scared?

you can’t deny the fact that there were times you entertained the idea of being in a relationship with jennie. but yes, it did scare you - jennie is a well-known model and has an image to uphold, so what would the public think if they found out you, a broke college student, would be dating her? you’ve imagined the kind of comments you’d get from netizens and you wondered what kind of questions paparazzi would throw towards jennie: “jennie! is it true? are you dating an average college student?” “is it because you feel bad?” “do you pity the girl?” “does she want you for the money?”

it haunts you. you couldn’t bear the thought of being the reason jennie’s image gets ruined.

to try and soothe your brain, you pick up your phone to play some lofi music in hopes to fall asleep. your thumb hovers over a song before seeing a name flash on the top of the screen.

miss kim &lt;3 is calling

you let it ring a couple of times before answering,

“jennie?”

“y/n, hi i’m so sorry but um,” her voice is shaky, as if she was about to cry or if she was scared. you didn’t like either of those options.

“y/n i think i’m being followed. can you please come get me?”

“send your location, i’ll be there as soon as i can”

seeing that she was only a 10 minute walk away, you sprint to where she is and you find her standing in front of a light post in the park. as you approach her, you notice a figure standing near a bench, and a light suddenly illuminates from what looks like his phone; it seems as if he was checking it as if he wasn’t following jennie just now. he definitely noticed your presence but he waits to see if you’d leave her alone.

you whisper to jennie, “are you alright? did he hurt you?”

“i’m okay, he didn’t touch me. but if you didn’t come, i don’t know what he could’ve done. is he still there?”

your eyes glance up and you see the man still standing in the same spot, still looking at his phone.

“yeah, but i have an idea. i just hope it’ll work”

you wait for a moment and you watch his eyes come up from his phone, glances at you and jennie, and then turns to look in the opposite direction. you take this chance to quickly hide into a bush behind you, and you slowly crawl towards the man near the bench. when you’re close enough, you rustle the bushes to get his attention and you watch him get startled by the sudden movement. to add on, you start barking and growling like a dog which made you feel stupid, but it was convincing enough to make him run the opposite way from jennie.

she walks towards you, or the bush rather, and calls for you - “he’s gone now, you can come out now little guy”

“little guy my ass," you say as you dust yourself off of any dirt. "but i honestly didn’t think that would work. do you really think it was convincing?”

“yup, you were a real bitch back there y/n”

“touché”

jennie giggles, “but really, thank you. i’m sorry you were the one i called, i just didn’t know who else would come at this time and you’re the first person in my emergency contacts.”

you say nothing. you simply stare at her, admiring her features that make her who she is. you’re glad you’re her emergency contact. not her manager, not her friends, not even her family; it’s you.

you reach out your hand, "why don't you stay the night? and you can stay as long as you need to”

-

jennie sits at the dinner table, watching as you prepare breakfast for the two of you. you insisted she just sit back and relax after what happened last night.

“i’m fine y/n, i could’ve helped you cook”

“it’s alright, you must be tired and hungry”

you place down her plate that was filled with two pancakes, two sunny side up eggs, bacon, and fresh fruit on the side. you set yours down and take a seat, excited to dig in after hearing your stomach growl.

it’s silent for the most part. you don’t want to bring up last night’s events, and you figured jennie must’ve wanted some peace and quiet.

“so y/n..”

well, so much for peace and quiet. you looked up at her in response.

“can we talk? about us?”

“actually yes, we should”

jennie clenches her knife and fork, bracing herself for the worst that could happen.

“jen, i gotta be honest with you. i was just scared of falling in love with you. you know, you have this image you need to maintain and i just didn’t want to be the reason it gets tarnished. i refused to fall in love because i didn’t want any of us to get hurt in the long run”

she says nothing and just pokes at a blueberry, rolling it around the plate.

“however,” you pause slightly for dramatic effect.

“i realized that it was stupid of me to stop myself from falling. and it was also stupid of me to pretend that you weren’t falling. and i realized that i really love the idea of being your emergency contact”

jennie still says quiet, but now she manages to look at you with hope in her eyes.

“basically what i’m saying is that i want to give us a try. not just for the sex, not just this whole thing we got going on, i want the real deal with you. i know for a fact i won’t be perfect, we definitely won't be perfect. but for you i’m willing to try. because it’s you jen; i choose you.”

a gummy smile makes its way on jennie’s face, the events of the night long forgotten. at last, she feels seen and loved by you, the only person she’s ever wanted to feel loved by and the only person she’s willing to risk her image for.

“alright ash ketchum, let me help you with the dishes”

“damn, way to ruin a moment miss kim” you joke, as you follow your soon-to-be girlfriend to the sink.

#girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #blackpink #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #blackpink smut #blackpink angst #blackpink fluff #jennie kim #jennie x reader #jennie fluff #jennie smut #jennie angst #fem reader

[bloodynereid]

Hi I just read little dragon, and I was just wondering if maybe this could become a mini series, or maybe have a part two. I just thought it was so cute and thought it would be nice to read more about Rhaenyra’s and Daemon’s daughter growing up with maybe some scenarios about her parents worrying after something serious happens but yk all fluffy 😅.

Anyway I hope you’re having a good day/night. 💖

Zaldrītsos - Little Dragon Part 2

pairing: sickly fem! sister reader x platonic! velaryon/targaryen family

a/n: hiii ty for your request! honestly i didn't think i would be writing up a part 2 but ur request prompted me to. so i think it keeps very similar to the request but i did add the bit about her claiming cannibal because of a comment on part 1. sry that this is so short but i felt it ended naturally where it did. anyways hope you enjoy <3

tw: dragons, daemon might be occ, talks about illness, talk about fainting, not really angst but there is fluff, worried parents (most rhaenyra in this one)

description: the weakest claims the greatest.

It was your 12th name day celebration and so your parents decided to allow you to go on a walk through the island, accompanied by your father of course. Even if you had lived on Dragonstone your entire life you had barely been out of the main castle’s wall. All because of the stupid condition that you had been afflicted with. 

You had constantly grappled on why the gods would give a dragon such a weakness but your father just said it was to keep you close to them, which you personally thought was ridiculous.

As of now you were walking across the fields and balancing on the random rock formations when you felt it. A pull towards one of the caves. You carefully checked on where your father was sitting and he seemed to have dozed off as the pages of his book fluttered. A giddy feeling encased you as you made your way to the cave and took a step in. There lay the most magnificent and dangerous of dragons. One that had never been claimed.

Cannibal.

You took a few more steps and it seemed as if your movement alerted the great dragon of your presence since his eyes peeled open and looked at you with an ingrained viciousness but then it turned to something softer. Something familiar.

“Rytsas zaldrīzes. Iksan kesīr naejot letagon nykēla naejot ao.” Hello dragon. I am here to tie myself to you.

He answered back with a resounding huff and moved his head so it bumped against your hand. His warm breath tickled your skin as you stroked his snout. Then you heard your father’s voice echoing outside of the cave.

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are you? If you do not come out this instant I’m feeding you to Caraxes.” At hearing your father’s words Cannibal stiffens and a deep grumble comes from deep within his body.

“I am in here, father!” You shouted out of the cave’s entrance and moments later your father burst through the same entrance but suddenly stopped short when he realized his daughter was comfortably coiled against one of the most threatening dragons in the world.

“Ziry vestragon emā iā aōha zaldrīzes sir?” It seems like you have a dragon now? Cannibal only growled at him and nestled you closer to him, making you laugh at his overprotectiveness. You hadn’t even flown with him yet but you had already established a deep bond.

“Ziry iksos mērī ñuha kepa, ȳdra daor sagon nūmāzma.” It’s only my father, don’t be mean. Then you turned back to Daemon and gave him an innocent smile. “Mirre īlon jorrāelagon naejot gaomagon iksis sōvegon.” All we need to do is fly.

“Sȳrje, yn sagon ȳgha.  Nyke ȳdra daor gīmigon skorkydoso kesan deal lēda aōha muña lo ao mōris bē morghe.” Very well, but be safe. I don't know how I will deal with your mother if you end up dead.

“Kirimvose, Avy jorrāelan.” Thank you, I love you. You carefully climbed onto your dragon’s back and ascended into the skies. You finally felt like you understood what the Targaryens stood for. You felt the strength of the ancestors pouring into you as you climbed into the heavens with Cannibal.

“You let her WHAT?!” Rhaenyra was standing in her shared bedroom, pacing as she watched the large black dragon that was carrying her precious child through the skies.

“Well you know how long she has been waiting to have a dragon of her own. I couldn’t say no.” Daemon said as he sat on one of the arm chairs watching his wife anxiously walk next to the window.

“Do you even know how dangerous it is for her?”

“Of course but we are Targaryens. We are born of fire and ride the greatest beasts in the world.”

“She could have a nosebleed and faint! And then fall off and die!”

“She’s safe.”

“How do you know? Does Cannibal even have a saddle?”

“Well… no.”

“You know what… I’ll deal with you later. She just landed.”

“See! She’s fi-” 

“Sagon lyka!” Be quiet. Rhaenyra rushed out of her bedroom and ran through all the corridors in such a haste that the servants looked at her strangely. She finally made her way right outside Dragonstone’s gates and was relieved to see Y/N jump down from Cannibal and give him a little pat on his wing.

“Hello mother.” You said cheerily as you walked over to where your unusually distressed mother stood outside of the gates. She quickly enveloped you in a hug and gave you a kiss on the crown of your forehead.

“Never ever do that again. Understand?”

“I’m sorry for worrying you but father said it was alright and-”

“I’ll deal with your father later, for now why don’t we go have some lemon cakes and you can tell me all about your ride.”

“That sounds wonderful. Thank you mother.” “Avy jorrāelan, ñuha dōna.” I love you, my sweet.

i miss writing for hotd might do it more often now.

#daemon x rhaenyra #team rhaenyra #rhaenyra is a great mom #jacaerys velaryon #hotd x reader #house of the dragon fanfiction #hotd #hotd fanfic #rhaenyra x reader #daemon x reader #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #lucerys targaryen #jacaerys x reader #baela targaryen #rhaena targaryen #jacaerys targaryen

[mmorw]

Mom!Chae Yul being such a worried mom, promising how good he would be with the role and still being cruelly approached in the despair of motherhood.

Wife!Chae Yul being such a wonderful wife tho, receiving you at home with his usual smile; he loves you too much to put fights in between.

Wife!Chae Yul getting ready from the first moment you found his "little" room in the house where he had pictures of your different office mates marked with big red Xs, only to start crying so disturbingly and intrusively enough that the neighbors threatened to call the police for suspected abuse.

Mom!Chae Yul establishing such a loving and perfect bond with your first baby, thinking that with a baby he would became calmer and not so meticulously into your privacy; just so that in 15 years, you can see a younger version of Chae Yul just as obsessed with their future partner so as Yul was with you.

Mom!Chae Yul creating literally a younger version of himself. Your kid with 15 years old is such as beautiful as how Chae is; with their purple hair and big and perfect eyes, tall and pretty enough for any kind of person to stare at them.

“Bye mom, bye dad!” Your happy and sweet daughter smiled before kissing you and her mother's cheek, approaching to leave quickly with a smile from ear to ear.

“What's up with her?”You ask, looking back at Chae Yul as he hums with happiness, almost giving you a chill down your spine;

“She likes someone.”

Wife!Chae Yul looking pissed at the moment he brings the bento you felt home and see you talking to another girl; a nice woman who saved your ass by letting you copy one of her paperwork for the afternoon.

I know I said he didn't had time to fight with you. but he was furious, the moment what could be seen for the two of you, he threw himself into your arms and nearly threw a tantrum right there. When you got home, things would get ugly yk.

Wife!Chae Yul who loves to bake! he can make cakes, cookies and pies at every moment he can! Baking helps him too much to relax and have his hands on something other than fingering himself.

Of course, with a screen next to him while he sees all your movements at every moment of the day. ♡

Mom!Chae Yul just being a sick source of love to your kid, teaching them sick ways of how to love; even if it cost them their life.

Chae Yul came crying into the room as you pulled his arm brutally, pushing him onto the bed as he sobbed, his face red and eyes slightly swollen from crying.

“Now what the fuck, have you taught our son?”

Chae Yul's cries became louder, his hands pressed against his face as his body trembled; unable to look at you.

“Chae Yul.” You growled, still, Chae was reluctant to say anything; the waterfalls kept falling from his eyes, he looked so submissive and weak that it made you rethink if you really wanted to keep scolding him.

The verbiage you had directed at your son had not been entirely appropriate, not after summoning them to school for the rarely possessive behavior and obsession your son had developed toward who had been his romantic attraction.

You thought it would be child's play, a misunderstanding; but just getting to the house and the way you looked at Chae Yul, in the most disgusted and embarrassed way, you got him crying and trying to pounce on you to get your attention and try to excuse himself.

“I-I'm, hic sorryᅳ ” he stammered before turning his gaze back to you, the way he trembled and immediately held out his arms to you made you bite your lip; you didn't want to fall back into his arms. “darling..”

You gave a long internal sigh before hugging him tightly, feeling the desperation of his hands pressing into your clothes, drawing you closer and closer to him, sobbing as he did his best to want to be a part of you.

You cradled his head for a few seconds, listening to him calm down and stop shaking; Chae Yul snuggled into your body, relaxing into the comfort of being loved again.

you didn't wanted to fall back to his arms, right? but damn, from the moment he faked his pregnancy so you two get married and then become truly pregnant; you knew that with Chae Yul, there would be no escape in like, forever. lol

we love crazy ommas there.

#dom male reader #dom reader #sub Chae Yul #sub secret alliance #idk just chae mom 💗🫶

[fieldofdaisiies]

Azriel x Reader | Lose You to Love Me pt. 2

type: angst warning(s): mentions of previous depression, depressive thoughts, questioning the meaning of one’s life, gloomy word count: 2.5k  summary/request: part 2 to LYTLM + @azrielsbabyg Hi can you write a fic where reader broke the bond with az cuz she was going through shit and he thought it was because of him. But then years years later he sees her at a rubber court ball and is like huh she seems happy. But then smth in him tells him she isn't and yk he confronts her??

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Music sounds in Azriel’s ears, faint and seemingly so far away although he is in the middle of a big crowd. He stands straight, hands folded behind his back, his shoulder’s squared, shadows calm around his figure. The High Lord and Lady have just wished a Happy Solstice upon everyone and now it is time to celebrate.

Celebrating…a word that tastes strange on Azriel’s tongue. His heart sinks when he ponders about the word. 

He hasn’t celebrated in years, since the moment you have left him. Since then his heart has been empty, the bond dull, dead, and all happiness has been stolen from him. His heart has been left in pieces that moment and even though many have tried to repair it there was no hope for it. 

Your departure has wrecked him and since then the shadowsinger has only existed anymore, wondering every day if it really was worth living without having you in his life. 

Azriel bows his head at Cassian who shoots him a questioning look from across the dance floor where he is swaying with Nesta. Out of everyone Cassian has been the most empathetic, always being there for Azriel when he needed someone. 

Azriel is happy that Cassian still has his Nesta, that he can sway with her over the dancefloor, careless, free and happy. Happy…the word sounds strange, foreign, leaving a bitter taste behind because it is something the shadowsinger hasn’t felt in years. 

And then there is this other emotion, something so strong, so poignant, so suffocating. Jealousy. 

Yes, dammit, Azriel is jealous. His gaze moves to his brother Rhys, sitting upon his throne, Feyre next to him, their hands intertwined. Glancing over at Cassian and Nesta who still happily dance, a stray tear appears in the spymaster’s eye and he averts his gaze, only for it to land on Mor and Emerie, who have finally found their way to each other. Mor is no longer scared of loving Emerie in public and wants to show her partner to everyone, especially to her parents. 

Azriel clenches his jaw and swallows the pain that makes his throat burn. His gaze moves to the ground, his hands clenched tighter behind his back. 

“The house close to temple?”

One moment his gaze was on the ground, now…now it is focused on the person just a few metres away from him. Everything stops when his eyes fall on your figure, dressed in the most beautiful black gown he has ever seen you in, your hair swept up, large pearl earrings in your ears.

You laugh, tipping your head back while you are talking to a female from the Hewn City. Azriel does not know her, does not care who she is. His focus is on you, on you only. Azriel shoulders are hunched when he tries to make out what you are talking about. His eyes follow the movement of your lips and when he gives you a once over again, his heart beat stops. 

You are his mate, his one true love and nothing has changed about that in all the years you have been gone. Awareness dawns on him that he still loves you just the same and this thought…this thought is painful, stretching out, sinking its sharp fangs into Az’s heart like a hungry viper. He shudders, his eyes trained on his mate, his only chance at true love, on you. 

The breath gets knocked from his lungs just like all those centuries ago when his eyes trail over all your little details, over the smile on your face. 

And it is this smile on your face – this smile that does not reach your eyes, that tells him his that you aren’t really happy. It is a mask, a fals facade. You are pretending.

His feet move on their own accord, so fast he can't stop. They carry him over the ground, through the room and make him stop right in front of you. His expression his gloomy, his whole body rigid, no words leaving his mouth when you turn to him, startled by the sudden appearance of a tall presence behind you. 

Your breathing halts when you notice who is standing behind you, this familiar warmth, this familiar scent—

Your eyes widen when you fully turn, eyes lifting to his. A shudder courses through your body, like icy fingers curling around your spine, slowly crawling upwards. Ragged breaths leave you, eyes barely able to hold his gaze.

Your lips, that all of a sudden feel so dry, part. “Azriel.” The breathy whisper of your voice is like a feather brushing over Azriel’s skin, so soft, so gentle.

Oh, has he been longing, yearning, to hear your voice just once again. And now you are here, right in front of him, speaking his name with your wonderful, mellifluous voice. 

“Y/N,” Azriel says in a cold voice, in a voice that is unfamiliar to you. There is so much bitterness, so much hurt in it, you barely recognise it. Azriel’s mouth is pinched, he wears a shattered expression, when pure and utter pain flickers in his eyes.

“How have you been?” 

You desperately want to say good. Because that is what you have wanted. You have wanted to be happy and you have been. You have been healing, slowly learning how to be happy on your own, until your soul started longing, yearning for its equal, for its other half.

You have missed Azriel, a strong and powerful feeling, that has never vanished since it sparked first around a year after you have left him. That year before it, you used to heal, to grow on your own and you had managed it. 

But since a long time after that a feeling of loneliness, or hopelessness has overcome you. You hated yourself for it, for never being able to be happy. Because you know that you could never have the one thing that would make you happy, that would make you complete again. Because, would Azriel really take you back? Want you back?

You left him back then, he has probably moved on, you have thought. 

But maybe this thought has been wrong. As he is standing here in front of you, with so much pain but also hopefulness in his eyes, you get the impression that he might have missed you the same.

But could he ever forgive you for hurting him so much? Could he understand your reasons?

And more importantly: Could you ever forgive yourself for hurting him so much?

You know you could never–you have broken his heart, shattered it, stamped on it because you focused on yourself back then. On yourself only, didn’t you?

“Hm?” Azriel’s voice is gentle, drawing your attention back to him. Your lips part when you inhale a deep breath. Pulling a strand of hair out of the bun on top of your head and moving it forward, you start playing with it, feeling your skin prickle and anxiety sweep into your body. You don’t want to hurt him again. You don't know what to answer, every possible answer could hurt him in some way.

“Good,” you finally admit, forcing a small smile onto your face that definitely does not reach your eyes. Azriel notices this immediately and his brows crease. You have never broken the bond, you just have clamped down the feeling, have tried to ignore it as good as possible. You have felt his hurt, until the point where you could really somehow turn it off. But now, standing here in front of him, this is no longer possible. The bond comes alive again, all sorts of emotions flooding you, washing over you in tidal waves. 

A gloomy sigh leaves Azriel when he bows his head slowly. “That is good to hear. I am happy for you.” And gods, his voice is tearful, breaks with the last spoken syllable so you quickly reach for him, for his upper arm, curling your fingers around the familiar hard biceps.

“That does not mean I did not miss you.”

Relief visible fills every fiber of the shadowsinger, something like hope reaching you through the bond, the taste it leaves at the bake of your mouth fresh and sweet. 

I missed you like hell, Azriel wants to say, so much it broke me, shattered me. But he cannot. The words die down in his throat, the only thing on his mind the question why you have left him back then.

“Why did you leave?" Azriel asks, the words slipping through his lips before he can stop them from tumbling out. He brings one hand up, brushing it through his hair. The movement makes you feel nostalgic. You loved doing that, brushing through his hair when he was sleeping, head resting on your lap. This thought, this memory, makes tears burn behind your eyes and you swallow thickly, the lump in your throat growing. 

“I just needed space,” you whisper, the people around you seemingly vanishing into nothing. It is just you and Az now. 

“And I didn’t give you enough space?”

You did, you think, but I wasn’t in a good place back then. It was my fault. 

You draw in a deep inhale, your eyes filled with sorrow and pain when you look deep into his. “I am sorry.” “For leaving?” “For not—can we talk somewhere in private?”

Azriel obviously agrees, guiding you through the crowd of people, leading you out into the corridor  outside the throne room. “For?” he asks before giving you a chance to answer. His presence fills the hallways, shadows coming alive around him, probably by your presence. They have always loved you. Azriel, even though he is so tall, has a closed body posture, arms crossed in front of his chest, avoiding eye contact now that you are alone, staring at the wall behind you.

“For not giving you an appropriate reason for my departure.”

You take one step back, wanting to look at him fully, and meet with the cold, hard stone behind you. You wince when your naked back comes in contact with the cool surface, Azriel's gaze immediately shooting to yours. The spymaster widens his stance, eyes trailing over your figure. 

“What was the reason?” You hang your head low when you feel one tear leave your eye, slowly sliding down your cheek. It is Azriel who catches it, tipping your head up with his scarred hand.

The moments your gazes clash you cannot hold back, the tears are coming in waves, rushing out of you like waterfalls.

“I couldn’t drag you down with me. I needed to find myself on my own. I needed to fight my demons on my own. I didn’t want you to have to go through this with me.” Pain laces his features, his eyes when the shadowsinger cradles your face in both his hands, his palms surprisingly warm in the cool corridor. “I am your mate. I would have helped you fight against all those demons.” His voice is so soft, so gentle, so full of love.

You move your own hands over his, meeting his gaze through a blurry vision. “I know. And I only realised this too late. But I didn’t want you to hurt. Didn’t want to bother you with my—“ Azriel pulls you to his chest, your figure, just as it always used to be, perfectly fitting against his. You melt against him when Azriel kisses the top of your head, arms moving around shoulders. 

“I am you mate. Nothing has changed about that. You are allowed to bother me with your problems. You have always been. You are and have always been my priority. You were always the most important person in my life, even when you were gone, even when I lay in bad, tossing and turning, haunted by nightmares, even now, you are the most important person in my life. My mate.” 

Azriel tips your had back, forcing your eyes to meet his. “My equal. My wife. My love. My home. My forever.”

“I never stopped loving you.” Your voice is raspy, filled with so much pain, so much regret.

“And I never stopped loving you. You broke my heart, ripped it out, I was shattered, but part of me always loved you. Will always love you. And will never stop loving you. Endlessly and entirely.”

You shudder, shoulders and chest heaving with soft sobs. Azriel’s own body shakes, holding your trembling one, providing the support you really need in this moment. The support he has always given you, but you at one point were not ready to accept that support. Even though leaving back then and fighting this battle on your own was the best decision, a feeling of immense regret and remorse fills you.

Your heart fully cracks open when the male in front of you breaks. He tumbles onto you, tearing up, weeping when his face falls into the crook of your neck, his hands clawing at your bare back. A low, sobby shout leaves the tall male, his whole figure shaking, large wings lifelessly hanging behind his broad shoulders. You curl your arms around his neck. "Will you ever find forgiveness more me leaving you just like that?” you say. Your voice his calm, your cheek brushing his.

“Yes,” Azriel rasps. “If you can forgive yourself.” He has read your emotions, has felt them through the bond, knows that you feel regret. 

“Az.” “I also made mistakes. I should have know what you went through. I should have—“ “You did everything right. There is no blame on you. I wasn’t just in a place to be able to accept your support.”

Azriel embraces you tightly, his chest heaving against yours.

“I was in such a dark place and I did not want you to have to go there with me.” “I was ready to go there with you. Would always be, to help you get out of there again.” “I know. I was such a fool to not see this." Azriel squeezes you tightly, kissing your shoulder. “You weren’t a fool. You were just blinded by these…thoughts and your emotions. You are not to blame. I don’t blame you. It was what you needed to heal, to fight this battle alone. I am so proud of you for managing to fight your demons.”

 A long moment passes where you just hold each other, breathing the same air, holding onto each other like your lives depend on it. And they probably do. Your souls finally united, bond coming alive after being dull and empty for so long. 

“Be mine again?” Azriel says against your ear, his lips damp and warm.

“Yes.” You kiss the corner of his mouth, curling your arm around his head and pulling him closer to you, holding him, cheeks presses against each other.

“We can work through all of it. Together. You never have to do anything alone.”

“No, never. I know that, Azriel. I know that now.”

The shadowsinger lifts you off the ground, letting your curl your legs around his waist to get a better hold on you. You don't let go off each other for a long momemt, standing in the corridor, hugging, sharing some soft, small pecks here and there, but mostly just embracing the other’s closeness, the feeling of finally being close again, of your souls being reunited. 

This is the start of something new. This is truly forever now.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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#azriel x reader #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel angst #azriel acotar #acotar x reader #acotar #acosf

[redcracklestan]

Redcrackle ship analysis pt.1

As you can guess, i ship Redcrackle, and often, many people told me that I shouldn’t ship them for some reason.

Here I’m going to explain why it is totally ok to ship them (and why it is my favourite copule in the show).

What people told me about them is that they see each other as siblings, their age gap is too much, and that they never actually flirted with each other.

Like i did for carulia I’m gonna show y’all what i think of each of those topics.

They see each other as siblings

I think that it was oblivious that they SAW each other as siblings when they were still both at VILE, not anymore. You can clearly see this simply by the way they look at each other

I have a brother, and we don’t look at each other like that, yk?

While they were still at VILE, they looked at each other very differently

That is a brotherly look, while they were younger, but then you can clearly see that their dynamic changed, because they grew up, they changed and their feelings for each other changed too, it’s normal that way, and it’s always been that way. Their trope is really complicated, but their feelings for each other went like from best friends to lovers, and it’s not “problematic” as someone says, instead they have chemistry, they bonded as friends and they proceeded seeing each other as the sibling figure they never had since they were both orphans, and they ended up developing some romantics feeling once they both matured and aged.

Plus I realised reading some fics and just scrolling on the internet, that prolly Carmen only saw Gray as a big brother figure because she only had the “family” kind of love in her life since that moment. Maybe she had stronger feelings for him that she couldn’t classify because the only love she ever felt was for the faculty, which was more like a family to her, no romantic feelings involved. Then Graham came and she saw him as a big brother, as her found family, because it was the only love she was surrounded with for her whole life, and that then, she realised that she had some romantics feelings for him, once she grew up and experienced more in her life.

Their age gap is too much

Ok, in this fandom, there are people from all over the world, so everybody has a different opinion on this (for example, where i live, there are such bigger age gaps)

But you have to consider that they are only 2 years apart (Carmen is 20 and Gray is 22), and they’re both adults and consenting, so I can’t really see any problems with that.

They never actually flirted with each other

Apart from the fact that they, in fact, have flirted but people say that they didn’t because one of them was brainwashed during it, as we saw they showed their love for each other multiple times, in multiple scenes, in many different way (flirting is not the only way to show love).

Bro risked his life to SAVE HER (I can’t put every time he did it because of the image limit)

Bro was willing to be locked up in JAIL just to make sure that his gf got his memories back

Bro was willing to never see her again just to give her the opportunity to start a new life.

Not mentioning the fact that when he was brainwashed, he went all way to New Zealand to help someone he barely knew, just to have a cup of coffee with her.

And I strongly believe that he hesitated on purpose on that train to Paris, he didn’t wanted to kill her, he knew damn well how to defend himself from someone holding a weapon on him (as we see in the scene with Devineaux when he got his memories back and he beats his ass) + he also knew very well that she couldn’t use the weapon because of the fingerprints activation, he had no reasons to hesitate like that, except one, the boy was so in love.

Also all the things that carmen did for him, every time she said goodbye to him for his own well-being (at the coffee, on the Himalayas), every time she saved him (at Dr.Bellum’s place, on the Himalayas).

Plus, they are literally red and blue lovers.

LOOK! She is the literal definition of red. He is the literal definition of blue. If that is not a sign, guys, idk what it is.

Other than that, think about when they opened to each other about their pasts, when he told her that he didn’t wanted to hurt her even though they were enemies and basically any interaction they have, and like I said before, their eyes can talk 100%, it’s so clear. They are so cute. I love them. No one can change my mind.

They just have so much chemistry, parallels, and everything.

Concluding I wanna drop a bomb.

I honestly believe that if Gray was a girl, everyone would love him and the ship. They as a copule would be seen better from everybody on this fandom.

Ok, in the end, I only did 1 part, but maybe I’m gonna do some more? Idk, really. Anyway, sorry if i did any grammatical errors, but English isn’t my first language so…

I hope you enjoyed this “analysis” If we can call it that way, see you soon!

#carmen sandeigo 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #ship analysis #redcrackle #graham calloway #carmen sandiego 2019 #carmen sandiego #carmen x gray #gray x carmen #graham x carmen #carmen x graham

[bryverros]

okay, i've watched the episode 3 for the first time, and i'm going to piece all of my thoughts on it into one post because i need to get it out of my system (i wont, but i can certainly try)!!! :D spoilers for ep3 (and the books? ish? ) ofc, but here goes

positive things:

baby percabeth <333 the dynamics was AMAZING; walker and leahs chemistry is so brilliant, the constant bickering absolutely had me wheezing the entire episode. also, some things they bickered about were actually like, meaningful (the conversation in the new jersey woods)

medusa. 1) mother!!!? 2) i absolutely loved what they did to her, this actually tragic perspective on her character was so refreshing. fpr a moment there, i actually believed they would let her live in peace. because her opinions were kind of very real up to the point where she tried to murder them all, but ig i can support women's wrongs. also, her outfit was like real cool, i absolutely could end up drawing her.

GROVER!!!!! i actually love him so so much, and aryan's portrayal is so precious to me. i really can relate to grover's character to an extent and i felt a huge connection to the scene where he found his uncle. i also actually almost cried there when he asked annabeth and percy to stop arguing and they just continued. felt very validated when he actually spoke up and got his point across!!

the attic scene was hilarious as hell. 10/10

a LOT of percy lines that were like absolutely hilarious. "the most powerful being's in the universe best idea to save his daughter's life was to…. turn her into a.... tree? :/" "she met a pine cone's fate" "i'd call my father but we aren't exactly on speaking terms. yk, bc the life long neglect and all" and the absolutely iconic let's send medusa's head to the gods, it's like reused batteries!!! let's return this shit, they should be honored!!!! walker's portrayal of percy is so spot on

annabeth was really going through it in this episode. she was so "i am right you are wrong" (and she IS right) in this episode, and her fatal flaw is really showing. really liked the comparison between her & medusa

positive things in a bigger picture that i am personally hurt by, so i'm going to complain:

percy & luke's relationship. GOODBYE. they really don't have to do this to me, their bond is so precious, i am going to be so heartbroken :/

sorry:

hermes. lin manuel miranda. i can't believe i'm saying this, but what a good cast for hermes. like, makes you REALLY hate the guy. he's so punchable. i want to punch him SO bad. you go luke, show your father (lin manuel miranda) what he gets for not paying child support. also, that delivery service outfit was the uugliest shit i've encountered, is bro a god even. he also found a way to sing.....

#i'd keep going but im really sleepy to review this post and see if i missed anything #so there goes #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #pjo spoilers #walker scobell #leah sava jeffries #aryan simhadri #annabeth chase #grover underwood

[h4venpha]

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 — chigiri hyoma

i most definitely couldve written this with anyone else, but yk me i gotta go with chigiri. okay and YES its so overly poetic and deep BUT IDC !!

my old writing style btw

listen to snowfall by oneheart while u read bc i said so

the sand is wet and cold as you walk side by side with chigiri. his hand is tender and warm in yours, fingers intertwining and tangling together. you walk close to the ocean as you let the shallow waves lick at your feet. the dark water mirroring the lights in the sky: high and bright, a full moon illuminates the beach and ocean in a twilight film. the stars twinkling around the moon like fireflies, they are small and yet so bright. there are so, so many. chigiri chuckled at you when you pretended to count them all, you said you would give him all the stars in the night sky if thats what he wanted.

except the boardwalk lights drowns out the stars. half of the sky lit as other memorable moments were happening. others enjoy their night singing or drinking or simply just being together. of course, it was never possible to completely forget about all of the other tourists at the beach. they were always so rowdy and loud. but here, under the moonlight with chigiri, it felt like you and him were the last people on earth. how you wished you could walk along the endless beach with him forever.

in a haze, you glance sideways at him, watching the way his hair blows in the salty breeze. you could see the frizziness from today when he was playing in the water with you. it had a kind of tangled volume to it, different from his silky, smooth look. he was loud and excitdd earlier when he splashed you with ocean water before declaring “i win” after you surrendered. but now, he was quiet and reserved. he walked quietly and calmly by your side, his fingers squeezing yours lightly as he let you swing his arm back and forth.

he was most beautiful at times like this. the way his eyelashes cast dim shadows over his eyes, the way he blinks slowly and calmly. what you were seeing, was the real, vulnerable chigiri hyoma. the version of himself who likes to bury is head in your chest at night and who likes to press his lips against your forehead when youre asleep. the version of himself he only shows you.

“hyoma,” you say in a soft voice, brushing your hand against his.

“mm?” he absentmindedly hums back; his head slightly hazy as he takes in the salt and moon light, just as lost in the atmosphere as you are.

“carry me?”

lightly shaking from his trance, he laughs softly, “what? now?” and when you pout he immediately kneels down in the sand. “okay, okay, here,”

with a content face, you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist before he lifts you up with ease. and oh his body warmth is seeping through his thin shirt soaking into your skin and suddenly you feel a yawn part from your lips.

“‘m getting sleepy now,” you say in a sing-song voice, letting your chin rest on his shoulder. “you’re really warm, hyo,” you unintentionally end up whispering, already feeling half asleep.he only hums back, ignoring the way your chilly skin against his made him shiver.

“do you want to go back?” chigiri slows in his steps, feeling sleepy himself from the white noise of the ocean that sang in his ears.

“mmm…” you swing your feet lightly. and you feel drunk on him. maybe it’s his body against yours, or the fact that his scent makes you hazy. you feel so loose and weak, if he put you down, you feel like your knees would simply give in. it feels so raw and real here, just you and him and the ocean. like as long as you stay at the shore, nothing could ever break or hurt the bond you share with him.

when you don’t respond, he continues walking. he wills himself to walk even as exhaustion takes him over. hearing your soft breaths by his ear and your weight pressing into him, he realizes he wants to cherish this moment forever. there were no other thoughts or emotions other than the feeling of belonging. finally feeling like all of the hardships he had endured were all for this exact moment: arms wrapped around your thighs as you cling to him while he walks on.

he would walk forever on the beach if it meant he could have you by his side, if it meant he could have you forever. he hoped that, even asleep, you would let him carry you til dawn breaks over the endless horizon, til the ocean eats the land, til all thats left are the remnants of moonlit memories.

he hopes that even after thousands of nights pass, even after you start a new life in a new universe, when you visit the beach and feel the ocean calling, you think of a boy with pink hair, you think of the endless path and piggy back rides, you think of wet sand and salty kisses. he hopes that you think of love and the rawness of carrying it along the tide, letting it spill into the ocean where it will live on forever.

#chigiri hyoma #blue lock chigiri #bllk chigiri #chigiri headcanons #chigiri fluff #chigiri x you #chigiri x y/n #chigiri x reader #bluelock fluff #h4venpha #chigiri scenarios #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #chigiri hyoma x you #chigiri hyoma x reader

[goonflower]

this moment was so out of character what was this? 😩

like i get he felt like nancy wasn't being her true self (which was true imo) but yknow what would've been a BETTER way to show that? a FLASHBACK. like the numerous of will previously in this SAME episode. like how abt a flashback of nancy (maybe with barb considering what happens to her right after) before she dated steve, maybe jonathan dropping off will at the wheelers and getting a glimpse of her real self contrasted with how she's acting in this scene. then we would actually get some character development of nancy in this scene instead of her just being there for jonathan/steve to admire whilst also building a bond between jonathan and nancy, of jonathan seeing nancy as a real complex person.

the only reason for this scene to exist was for jonathan to take a pic of barb for nancy to see but even then nancy was already concerned abt barb going missing and so that scene of her looking for barb and running into a monster could've happened anyway.

this moment literally had no reason to exist and just made jonathan look really bad and showed off how LITTLE the duffers understand abt consent that they would write this as a sympathetic moment where the audience is supposed to root for jonathan taking his pics. when i think of this scene i just get annoyed at the duffers, not jonathan bc like jonathan is a fictional character and the duffers write for him to do this yk and also in my eyes its just really out of character for jonathan to do this.

like this scene is literally one of the biggest hurdles to shipping jancy for me. esp bc its played off as Not A Big Deal and nancy just doesn't care abt having her privacy invaded ig (very men writing women moment). like nancy deserved better than being creeped on and jonathan deserved better than being written as a creep

#stranger things #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #barb holland #steve harrington #stranger things s1 #st critique #duffer bros stop writing creepy “romance” scenes challenge #ik creepy nerds getting the girl was a big 80s trope and i know its set in the 80s but like it wasnt WRITTEN or viewed in the 80s #anti jancy #anti stancy #kind of #men writing women

[keich0w]

What are some of your headcanons for either huntric or in general?

AAA thank u for asking!!!

i’m still coming up with some as days pass!! but i’ll gladly list out the ones i have right now! also, forgive me if this is more of a story-ish thing?? 😭😭 i got carried away SHJXGX

before dating – friendship/crushing

Hunter and Edric met while helping rebuild the Boiling Isles!!

they slowly got to know each other and became friends. since most of Hexsquad had already befriended Ed long before, Hunter felt like it was his turn now yk?2!2?

Hexsquad + Ed and Em + occasionally some others like to have sleepovers weekly on each saturday, they happen in either the Blight Manor or Camila’s house. in these sleepovers all of em would bond, especially Hunter and Edric.

they would ramble about wild magic to each other and how interesting it is

as their friendship grew stronger and closer; one of them starts to fall for the other. it starts as harmless butterflies in their stomachs and small blushes, those developed into full fledged feelings for the other boy as a year or two passes by (making them both 17-18 if your curious).

↓ drabble !!

let’s say Hunter was the one who fell for Ed: once he realized the way he felt, he would try his best to push it under the rug; denying its existence and not wanting to acknowledge it. he begged the Titan for it to be admiration instead of romance in the early stages of realizing, he didn’t want those confusing feelings to get in the way of their friendship, so he started to avoid seeing or interacting with the boy; not speaking when he was in the same room, avoiding all and any eye contact with him, leaving the room if he was alone with Ed.

his behavior became more obvious as months passed, causing Edric to worry about his friend. finally, he got enough courage to talk to Hunter about it.

they sat down on the couch at night while the others were fast asleep and discussed what happened, Hunter would try his best to work around questions about his feelings; focusing on Ed’s instead. it kept going like this until Edric said it out loud,

“ do you like me? in that way. ”

those words made the other teen silent, the silence becoming uncomfortable and almost unbearable. Hunter swallowed thickly before breaking the deafening silence,

“ i.. think so. yes, yes i do. ”

the shaky words pierced through Edric, carving holes for his thoughts about Hunter and how he saw him now. the situation made his heart jump out from his ribcage once he heard it all come out so gently. almost immediately reality sunk when he processed his answer, he bit his lip nervously. his hand trailed off to Hunter’s, locking their pinkies together.

“ i think i do too. ”

Hunter felt all his muscles relax, he felt a wave of relief wash over his whole body as he heard his words.

they sat on the couch—slightly nervous, mostly relieved. Edric’s face slowly turned to Hunter, his expression was pure bliss with slight anticipation, he brought himself in close proximity to the other boy, his head tilted to the right slightly as he inched closer and closer.

“ is this okay? ”

Hunter nodded—almost eager. his full focus was on Edric and his honey-coated voice that was speaking softly into his pointed ears: asking for confirmation to kiss him.

“ yes. ”

and with that, Edric intertwined their lips, closing the gap that was separating them. Ed’s hands grabbed onto Hunter’s shirt; tugging at its collar to pull him closer.

a few moments passed, now Hunter’s fingers were tangled in basil-colored hair as he continued to kiss the other. they both pulled away to catch a breath. both of the boys were panting, sharing a few giggles as they savoured this special moment.

that was. A LOT. HAHSGAHS moving onto the other hcs :D

early stages of their relationship

these dudes are awkward, nerdy, silly and gay as FUCK!!

they blush so hard at the mere thought of each other.

Ed likes to paint Hunter’s nails. it’s real guys

Hunter borrows Ed’s headband when his hair grows longer and isn’t slicked back + it’s to keep that unruly strand of hair out of the way >:D

whenever one of them is nervous, they grab onto the other’s pinky for comfort. ue ue i’m not crying, you are 🥹

Edric likes to tie Hunter’s hair in stupid ways and shower him with cheesy compliments after, causing Hunter to blush and tell him to “shut up” jokingly YEJFGSHXG

whenever Hunter’s bored he would go visit Ed or text him to come over and they’d cuddle for hours, not getting up unless it’s urgent :') /vvpos

Alador was surprised by their relationship at first but quickly became supportive RAHH!! supportive dad 🙏

they have matching pfps on penstagram omg.

when Hunter would have nightmares while sleeping next to his bf, Ed would comfort him and reassure him until he fell back asleep in his arms. 😞💝

Hunter made them both wolf characters (gawd hes a furry! 😰) and doodles them being cute on the daily

they spend most of their days together, just hanging out and cuddling. aaughhh!!! GAY PEOPLE!!!!! 😕❤️

Hunter’s extra protective over his bf (real)

they exchange wild magic knowledge with each other and take notes about it!!!! writing said notes in a notebook labeled as ‘E + H’s Wild Magic Studies n stuff’ <33

Hunter has a hard time expressing his feelings and translating them into words but Edric manages to understand him nonetheless 🫶

they occasionally show each other’s scars/birthmarks and ramble about them, explaining their cause and origin if they knew about it.

more farther in their relationship

even though they’ve been dating for 2-3 years now, they’re still behaving like how they were when they were teenagers; nervous, flustered, flirty and IN LOVE!!!!! all though, they’re more chill with affection now and don’t react as intensely as they used to

Ed forces Hunter into doing facial masks and a full skincare routine from time to time, Hunter doesn’t want to admit that he enjoys it though 🫶🫶

Edric used to wear a black star earring and gave it to Hunter on their 1 year anniversary 😕❤️

they give each other morning kisses oh. my. lawd 😓

if Edric ever got sick, Hunter would forcefully put him onto their bed and make sure the only thing he does that day is sleep, eat, drink and take medicine. this dude adores his bf so so so so much, his bf does as well 🦧

Ed likes to bring Hunter lunch when he’s at work ARGHH!!! <333

Hunter constantly gets scars on his fingers and hands due to being a palismen carver, this caused Edric to reach out to his sister, asking her for basic healing magic tips so he could heal his scars HRMDHZJXH

they still do sleepovers with Em + other Hexsquad members but not as often 🫶

they use their free time to practice and study more wild magic together at times raghhhhh <3

my mind’s still a bit blank for their relationship when they’re older 😭😭 with time i’ll probably gain more hcs tho!

thank you for reading!! ^_^ again, tysm for asking, anon, i love answering asks! <33

#toh #the owl house #hunter toh #edric blight #goldric #huntric #hunter noceda #hunter whispers #hunter blight #drabble #toh hcs #toh headcanon #the owl house hc #toh hunter #edric toh #edric #hunter #short fanfic #short fanfiction #anon #anon ask #keich0w asks

[taviyuhh]

Okay, I started watching more of The Bear S2 today and I have THOUGHTS.

First, I wanna talk about Claire. It's so obvious she was added into the season to be a love interest. Sure, she's got a personality which some love interests might not have but compared to other characters in the show, hers is basic. Maybe that's the point though? Other characters in The Bear have a plethora of issues and Claire can easily be set apart from the rest of them, hence Carmy's interest in her (aside from knowing her from before). I'M GONNA ADD ONTO THIS IN THE NEXT ONE!!

Second, I understand why he and Claire's relationship is progressing so quickly. Carmy admits that he doesn't really have fun and never had friends either. Before Claire, there was Mikey helping Carmen socialize, but even then it was more for Micheal than it was him. Mikey acted as a sort of social lubricant (hate that word but it's true) for Carmen as they grew up. Michael died and Carmy receded into himself (yk what I mean), focusing on work instead of his social life or mental health. When Claire, someone he was close with back in the day, comes back into his life, he clings to her. Now, this is because she actually has a life outside of her career. She's got friends, she's fun to be around, and she can help people have fun. She's the embodiment of who Carmy never got to be, what he never got to experience. He gravitates towards Claire because she's been living her life to the fullest and Carmen didn't get a chance to do the same.

Third, I know a lot of Bear fans want Sydney and Carmen to be together. I'm still not sure how I feel abt SydCarm but we all see the chemistry between them!! If not romantic soulmates, they are 100% platonic ones. However, I can see why Carmen wouldn't be interested in being close to Sydney romantically or being closer to her than he currently is. Sydney met Carmen through his work as a Sous Chef and they bond over their love of cooking, their hopes for the restaurant. The foundation of their relationship is all work related. I admit, they have their moments were they get on a personal level with each other but mostly, they talk about work. Carmy used to work in a toxic environment and it traumatized him. The Original Beef is a much more positive place to be, but still, a contribution to his stress. So, I can imagine he'd want to be closer with his coworkers but not AS close as they could be. He's seen Syd outside of the kitchen, but it's only been to talk about work. Claire is someone from outside of work, from wayyyy back, and a nice change of pace.

Fourth, Carmen's priorities are ALLLL the way messed up. As soon as he reconnects with Claire, it was like Sydney didn't much matter. He made promise after promise to Syd, yet he never came through. I don't think I'll be able to get over how he COMPLETELY forgot about his plans to go tasting with her to help Claire move FURNITURE bro. In that exact same episode, he neglects to tell Syd, his literal business partner, that they were taking out the walls. Then, he ditches Syd again to deliver the wine license (?). Sugar was fully capable of doing this, but he probably felt bad for making her work sm, so I get it. What I don't like is how he made more plans with Claire instead of helping Sydney out?? Sug and Syd are literally carrying the restaurant on their BACKS.

Fifth, LET'S 👏🏼 TALK 👏🏼 SYD 👏🏼. My KIN, my GIRL, MY BESTIE IS STRESSINGGGG. She's supposed to be Carmen's whole business partner but she's handling most of the responsibilities that are meant to be shared between the two. It's becoming a real challenge for her because she's struggling to cook. Syd's overthinking everything and NEEDS CARMY TO DO HIS FREAKING PART. I wish I had more to say about her in that aspect but I don't 😔. However, I will say I love her relationship with food and how it's shown. The visuals during her menu tasting sequence were CHEF'S KISS 🤌🏻!!

#I'm only on episode five guys so no spoilers 🙏🏼 #fx the bear #the bear hulu #the bear #carmy x sydney #carmy x claire #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #sydney adamu #jeremy allen white #ayo edibiri #hot takes #i literally went on a rant to my friends who don't even watch the bear so i gotta post it somewhere to reach my ppl

[cancerian-woman]

oooh so i feel like i can guess the answer, BUT how would you rank all of bonnie’s ships *solely* from what we got in canon vs how would you rank them based on fanon/general potential!

Oooh okay, I’ll start with canon ones then go to fanon.

Beremy: It was cute, puppy love at first but in the end Bonnie was doing all the work & his unassigned but assigned babysitter. 3/10

Bonenzo: in theory he did make Bonnie happy she deserved that. Enzo is very much “one size fits all” type of character if yk. They did get together under Stockholm Syndrome purposes and it was just done lazily? I think they would’ve been more well perceived if they started building them up in s5 or something. Killing him last minute to “trigger” Bonnie’s psychic powers or magic again was just another way to aid in her suffering. 5/10

Bamon: chemistry is great. Damon abandoning Bonnie after she needed him after bonding in the prison world’s was a good moment for Bonnie’s feelings to be shown. Knowing she has issues with abandonment. But, Bamon falls into the same category as Delena. Woman is complicit to all of Damon’s bs and a lot of that happened with Bamon. The writers said ok Elena is gone Bonnie can now agree or side with him the most. There’s Anti-Bamons, then there’s people who genuinely like Bamon and then people who ship Bamon just to free Elena of that burden of Damon lol. I do think they work best if Elena isn’t around. 7.5/10

Stefonnie: you can’t pry Stefan’s protectiveness and kindness to Bonnie in 1-2 out of my hands. He actually tried to make friends with Baroline unlike Damon. Stefan’s history with Bennett’s was another good push there too. And it’s sooo underrated that Stefan was the first vampire Bonnie ever trusted. Plus she had a lil crush on him before Elena got him. I do think they could’ve been something really good in those later seasons. Both tend to play a “hero” role to someone else. Stefan promised he would’ve fixed what he did to Bonnie and idk we needed to see that. It would’ve been nice if we could’ve gotten Damon/Stefan discussing that Bonnie’s forgiveness isn’t so easy to earn. 8/10

Bonora: good chemistry but extremely underrated. They remind me a bit of the wlw Bonkai. Would’ve been a perfect time to introduce bi!Bonnie. I liked that Bonnie encouraged Nora to do something outside of Mary. We never really got those “Bonnie’s beautiful!” By other characters but the way Nora said it continously and wanted to engage with Bonnie. It was so good. Long term and fanon-wise I think they both could’ve learned to grow out of those toxic ties to people with each other. We didn’t get Bonnie with other witches a lot and it was nice to see her with one. 8/10

Bonkai: Chris was Kat’s best on-screen partner imo. Kai brings out a darker side to Bonnie that she tries ignore often. While I think Bonnie brings out emotions Kai hasn’t felt in ages. He’s so fascinated with her in an obsessive but good for tvdu type of way. She’s the only way he sees. Bonnie isn’t a pushover either with Kai. She fights him back, she calls him out and tbh she’s even goofier with him. He pushed her more into her agency than Damon ever did. Bonkai would’ve been great for seasons 6-8. Idk if i would “redeem” him per se bc redemptions aren’t real in tvd but being good to Bonnie and Bonnie only is enough for me. Canon-fanon-9/10.

Bonlena & Baroline: I’ll just do these together. Bonlena had the stronger chemisty 1-2 era of them perfect. You can feel how close they are and need each other. Despite the negative tones with Petrova & Bennett lines repeating you can say they could be drawn to each other naturally. But, Elena does end up ignoring Bonnie so…7/10. Baroline is all about fun but they do support each other and can be protective. Caroline does try to get Bonnie out of doing magic all the time. 7/10

Bonlijah: interesting because Elijah like Stefan and Damon have harmed or betrayed Bonnie. Elijah’s done it twice. We don’t get a lot of them. Bonnie would’ve made him work for her forgiveness. Elijah likes acting on his own needs first but needs to be forced to see his wrongings in a situation and Bonnie certainly wouldn’t let up and make him focus on their errors before continuing. He did have to thing positively of her to face his brother alone. 7/10

Klonnie: based on canon I’d say season 3-4 are would be their best moments. Klaus does like witches. Bonnie had more onscreen time with Tyler!Klaus than his actual body. But Tyler!Klaus did sort of hint he admired she defied the spirits. There’s the power dynamics that comes into play here. Bonnie isn’t afraid of Klaus no matter how much power he wants to enforce over her. I can see them fanon wise strategizing together and Bonnie agreeing to help him if it means her friends are good. Canon wise though if nothing comes between them from 2-4 then they’d have to remeet afterwards. Same applies for all the Mikaelson’s. 9/10

Kennett: they could’ve bonded over magic and they do have more scenes than most BennettxMikaelson ships. Kol called out Bonnie’s death too. He saw potential in her and wanted to work with her….that being said they caused that lady to go crazy on Twitter over a 10 second scene LMAO so despite how i feel about that 10 10 10 across the board. Fanon wise i do think other fandoms taking over Kennett has deterred my liking for them. Dollar general Kennett has nothing on them. But Bonnie unlike Davina would want to see Kol for who he is. No rose tinted glasses.

Monnie/Tonnie: we don’t have a lot of Tonnie but they’re always watching each other / protective gazes when they are allowed to share a scene. This is a ship I can see working through college or when they both left Mystic Falls. For the both of them that isn’t their home longterm. 8/10. Now, onto Matt absolutely not. 5/10. Not just because Matt’s useless, but he doesn’t like the supernatural world for himself. He’s accepting of his friends and for others but it’s not something he’s really into. Bonnie already had to deal with this from Rudy. No need in dating a human or anything longterm who doesn’t like that side of her.

Honorable mention: Batherine could’ve played a frenemies with benefits role. Idk if it was the intention to “fix” Elena’s relationships but placing Katherine in these random moments but it was interesting when it did happen.

This was long and it took me a minute but i hope i answered it the way you thought of!! Thank you for the ask!

#occulthours #however i dont want to hear yall argue abt ships so this is not getting tagged 💀 #dria responds

[kylejsugarman]

what did baby think of demi when they first met? what did demi think of baby? how did demi cope with the loss of her sister as a new parent? did she start work at the clinic right away, or did she wait to look after baby? how did baby and demi cope in the weird Transitional period between samantha and josephine dying? did mason keep taking care of baby, or was it just demi? did baby start kindergarten so she would just have Supervision when the adults in her life couldn’t provide it? also, how did mason do with all these changes? sorry for a million questions that are all over the place, i just really like the Ayuluk Family Lore and wonder a lot about that sort of. uncertain period specifically… your ocs are so well fleshed-out and so interesting to me

are u kidding, never be sorry for a million questions about my oc’s i could literally talk about them Forever!! baby had met demi a couple of times whenever demi came home from school to visit her family and just sort of had a vague impression of her as “nice lady who looks like mom and grandma”. demi of course loved her niece and enjoyed seeing her with every visit, but she didn’t know a ton about her specific behaviors when she first moved back home. demi and baby really only had a few weeks to get to know one another better before samantha died, time that demi mostly spent getting her clinic set up and working with her family to try to figure out a recovery plan for samantha. very suddenly losing samantha to an overdose when demi had been working towards getting her sister some help was extremely traumatizing, but demi has always been the family member who absorbs everyone else’s pain and stress so she put her grief aside. she just focused on getting the funeral planned and dealing with now legally having custody of baby, which meant that demi truly never processed her sister’s death in a whole and complete way.

demi kept working on getting her clinic started without any delay because she knew that the family would need income on top of what mason was making. for a moment, things were almost okay, but then josephine died and life just kind of. went gray for all of them. demi continued not dealing with the deaths so she could perform all of the necessary duties and responsibilities required to keep their family afloat, which meant fading out of her life and not having many chances to bond significantly with baby other than caring for her on a loving but not quite personable level. mason had already stepped up by dropping out of high school to work and take care of his mom, but he had always been the optimist until sam and josephine died; he kind of dimmed after that and started smoking a lot more in his down time. he still took care of baby like he had done before, but it was just. Different yk?? and baby had already been a quiet kid but after the deaths, she basically stopped talking for a while and just stayed in her own little world. she did what she was told and was still willing to interact when necessary, but she mostly just stayed in her room. that was also when her sleep issues showed up and really started getting bad.

baby was put in kindergarten early so she could have adult supervision. demi and mason tried to spend as much time as possible with her, but with both of them working now, they couldn’t provide full time care. demi was never fully alone in taking care of baby since her brother was with her every step of the way, but she justifiably felt very lonely during this time and like there was no way for her to ever be a good parent to baby with this kind of start. it was the kind of thing she just couldn’t imagine them ever recovering from

#anonymous #these are such good questions im literally bouncing off the gd walls #thank u so much :’) #demi ayuluk #mason ayuluk #baby ayuluk #samantha ayuluk #josephine ayuluk

[bonesandthebees]

finally put together my thoughts about last glass chapter, idk how comprehensible it all is but I dont have the words to praise it how it deserves

the use of the pythia in the ch27 is super interesting to me

there are moments where I wonder if he doesnt have a bit of a hard time letting go of the pythia title, its all he had for a big part of his life after all, it was what have him purpose in life

and the problem wasnt inheritly in the title or the role, it was in the rules and how he was treated, he deserved to be respected as a person even when he was the pythia

that cechovs syringe was really cool, at first it was scary bc the priests intentions were definitely to use it on wilbur and I really like how it went from a fear factor to our saving grace AND created wilburs whole dilemma about taking tommy away from his goddess but saving him

by having the priest have it at first and wilbur taking it it felt really smoothly incorporated into the story instead of wilbur just finding it somewhere or something

I hate how they blame wilburs change on the deathlings, the fact that he turned against clara, the tattoo choice, everything

even now its like they cant give credit for any decisions, for having a mind of his own and just cant imagine being a person without being the pythia

or even that hes someone while having the role of the pythia

and it just hurts to see so much

thats why schlatts change in attitude mustve hurt so much

clara failed wilbur and the other pythias that came before him so bad

like I understand that all those rules are man-made, but it feels like she should protect them when she uses them for her visions yk

is the curse real? like do you personally work with it as real? or is that something left up for interpretation (or will we learn next chapter maybe)? bc tommy was cursed and he did die but at the same time coming to the palace was dangerous in nature and the actual killing was enacted as jacks revenge and that has been going on way longer than tommy was cursed, everyone cursed was kinda set up for their death beforehand they even got cursed in a way

whether it is real or not it was yet another thing that built up to the moment of Wilbur deciding to save tommy and played a big role in it bc it was thanks to the curse that wilbur knew that tommy doesnt want to die and has been praying to krisitin bc of it and it looked like shes ignoring him and all this helped wilbur decide to save him

and I think he wouldnt have saved tommy without knowing all this. it goes against the deathlings' religion (at least i think? it was murder so im not sure sure but I think it was wrong on jacks side but on tommys side I dont think it matters how he died but taking him away from death is wrong) and tommy actually worshiped kristin of his own choice and wilbur knows that and he also knows what its like not to be respected

now ofc I cant be sure what wilbur wouldve done bc that crimeboys bond is STRONG and also in the heat of the moment, accounting it was murder and all, but still

oh my god

writing this I realised that you could say THE CURSE SAVED TOMMYS LIFE this is insane I am obsessed, I think this look on it makes it all really beautiful, storytelling wise

very interested in how theyll handle the fact that jack tried to kill tommy bc honestly this situation was very different from when tommy did it, it was PLANNED

glass!jack and glass!niki you are so interesting to me I am rotating you in my brain constantly, their path of thinking has captured me

I hope that schlatts confession about his opinion on the visions helps wilbur make his peace a bit, bc while it doesnt excuse how schlatt treated wilbur, it explains it and also shows that it wasnt wilburs fault that he was failing his role as the pythia when schlatt didnt listen bc he was basically set up to fail from the start

and yes wilbur is parting with his role as the pythia but this might still help him recover, bc at least he wasnt so bad at his one job all these year

and if it doesnt help at least we got schlatt calling wilbur pretty boy, obsessed

I love how in reaction to what schlatt says wilbur feels the pythia dying in the palace and leaving it behind

what a banger chapter, so much happened and it was all so interesting

all that happened and mainly the stuff around tommys dying just showa so perfectly what this story has been telling us this whole time, what the main theme is basically, and that is that in the end you when it matters the only one you can rely on is yourself, not some god and the scene with wilbur saving tommy and kristin not being there really pushes this on you so well I love it sm

rn im just putting all my hope on phil and the deathlings to save wilbur from being forced to be the pythia again

also probably very hypothetical question but im thinking about if wilbur got the option to kinda peacefully step out of his role of the pythia by getting a vision about the next one if he would do it or wouldnt bc he would refuse to bring that fate onto someone else

aaaa thank you, yes I really enjoyed playing around with using the pythia vs wilbur in this chapter. it's hard because I wanted the chapter to be mostly wilbur, but there were key moments where I knew he was going to slip back into the pythia mindset, mostly when he's talking to the priest and later to schlatt. it's not necessarily he's having a hard time letting go of the title, it's that he's spent so much of his life in this mindset that he's not a person, that he's supposed to be wholly devoted to this goddess that he keeps slipping in and out of that mental space.

I'm glad the syringe felt smoothly incorporated!! I was worried it would feel like too much of a "this is a surprise tool that will help us later" bit and while it definitely still was, I wanted it to be tied into what was going on and the worldbuilding and everything

I mean, wilbur has spent the last decade acting as a completely dedicated pythia. then he's gone for a little over half a year and suddenly he's gotten a tattoo and severed his ties to clara and is working with the deathlings? from the priests perspective you can kind of see how it's a bit difficult to believe he got there on his own. especially when they think of becoming the pythia as the highest honor anyone can attain, and how the dehumanizing aspects are meant to be more revered and honorable than anything else

oooo that's an interesting question about the curse. this is going to sound like a cop out answer but I swear it's not, I genuinely haven't decided if the curse is real or not. in a way I think of it like schrodinger's curse. it's both real and not real at the same time. all of the deaths can be explained away by circumstance, but that doesn't mean that the curse didn't cause them. I set it up so that it was completely up to interpretation. I hope that makes sense?

hmm that's an interesting take actually! I definitely think it was a combination of things that led to wilbur deciding to save tommy's life, but the ultimate deciding factor was simply that crimeboys have an unhealthy bond. wilbur will pull tommy back from death even if he's in the arms of his goddess, because he needs tommy by his side. tommy will fight to keep wilbur to himself and get jealous when he starts to heal and connect with other people. the two of them hurt each other because of how much they love each other. that was kind of the core of that whole thing, although I really like what you pointed out with the whole curse saving tommy's life in a way

glass!rocketduo are so interesting babygirls your logic is so screwed up <3

yeah, wilbur was set up to fail from the start. and it does help him find some kind of peace with it! it wasn't his fault, he wasn't a failure. schlatt was never going to listen to him for reasons outside his control.

yessss you get it, one of the primary themes is about relying on yourself and other people before relying on goddesses that might or might not choose to help you. the deities in glass are so far above humanity they can choose what they want to help with and when, and humanity is only left to try and understand why the goddesses do what they do but they'll never really be able to.

hmm that's also an interesting question... personally I think wilbur wouldn't pass on the teachings, but even then the priests would just do it for him so it wouldn't change much. I still think he would choose not to participate though.

thank you so much for the kind words i'm so glad you enjoyed!!!

#ask #jiksvokrat #glass ch 27