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Strawberries (Terzo x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Credit to @conjuring-ghouls for the gif!

WARNINGS: Minors Do Not Interact, MDNI, 18+, Explicit Content, Sexual Content, Minors DNI, food play, pussy eating, overstimulation

Dearest Shoe, @the-hole-in-terzos-shoe thank you so much for requesting this, it was so much fun to write and definitely something outside of my comfort zone. Love you bb ❤️❤️

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You couldn't stop the smirk from passing over your lips as you caught the sight of him. "You know, Primo's going to be awfully upset if he finds out you were messing around in his greenhouse Papa." You watch his shoulder shake slightly as he chuckles. His gaze lands on you, the two of you sharing a small smile.

"Surely he won't mind me stealing a few strawberries. Especially if I'm gathering them to share with one of his beloved Siblings, eh Sorella?" You knew that devious glint in his eye all too well. Terzo Emeritus was not anything if not a flirt. He knew exactly what to say and how to act in order to leave you a flustered and blushing mess, not that you were complaining. He held one of the ripe berries between his fingers, studying it as he slowly made his way over to you. "The first strawberries of the season are always my favorite. Deliciously tart," his eyes leave the fruit and train themselves on you, taking in the image of your curves under your work clothes. "Yet still so sweet." He stood in front of you, his intense gaze gluing you to your spot. "It's probably one of the greatest tastes I've ever experienced… so far anyways." He smirks at you. You pressed your thighs together to try and stifle the growing arousal between your legs. Despite the fact you had been a target of Terzo's charm for years, he never failed to get you all worked up. He held out the strawberry to you, watching intently as your lips wrapped around the tip of it, gently brushing over his fingers as you took a small bite. Your eyes never left his, beautifully mismatched hazy green with the other being so white it almost glowed. Terzo Emeritus was definitely a sight to behold.

"It's delicious Papa." You giggle, covering your mouth with your hand. He takes your chin between his fingers. Your breath hitches in your throat, his lips barely out of reach.

"Can I have a taste, Sorella?"  He smirks, your cheeks immediately heating up at his question.

"Terzo!" You startled away from him as Primo's voice booms through the greenhouse. "I've told you before, not in my greenhouse, you'll crush the plants!" Terzo chuckles, taking a step back from you.

"Relax, fratello, I was just giving (Y/N) some fruit." The youngest Emeritus brother shoots you a wink and a flirtatious smirk. Your eyes trailed after him as he made his exit, taking the rest of the plump flesh of the strawberry between his teeth. The thought flashed through your mind of how good it would feel for him to bite into your thighs like that. You quickly shook the idea from your head as Primo approached you.

"Il mia bambina, I hate to trouble you, but would you mind harvesting some fruits and bringing them to Terzo's office? I would like to keep that menace out of my garden at all costs." He says with an exasperated sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Yes Papa, I'll take care of it." You agree with a smile. He pats you on the shoulder as he walks past you.

"Thank you Sorella. If you'll excuse me, I have a meeting with one Miss Mary Jane." He pardons himself with a chuckle. You made quick work of picking fruits, the thought of your earlier interaction with Terzo playing repeatedly in your mind, making you incredibly giddy. You grabbed some dark, sweet cherries, ripe peaches, tart plums, and of course more strawberries, carefully arranging them in your basket. You stopped by the kitchen, slipping some chocolate from Secondo's secret stash in with your other treats as you passed through.

"Papa?" You knock tenitavely on his door, pushing it open when you hear him give you permission to enter. He sat at his desk, reading glasses perched on the end of his nose as he filled out some paperwork. "Primo wanted me to bring you some fruits." You held up the basket before setting it on his desk. He chuckles, examining the gift before him.

"And the chocolate?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Just a little something special for my Papa." You blush slightly, your eyes drifting down to your feet.

"Thank you cara mia, this is wonderful. How can I ever repay you?" His question slightly muttles with the rustling of the candy's foil. You glanced up at him to find his eyes already studying you. The tension in the air was thick. Gone was the usual playfully flirty demeanor that often dominated your and Terzo's conversations. You stood before him now when there wasn't a single chance you would get disturbed. He knew he had you all to himself and he was planning on taking full advantage of that.

"There's no need to repay me Papa." You respond softly. He snaps off a small piece of chocolate, holding it out to you. You carefully take it between your lips, he watches your reaction to the slightly bitter chocolate intently.

"Oh, but I want to, Sorella." He neatly folds up his glasses, tucking them away in his desk before he stands. His slow, heavy footsteps echoing in your ears as he walks around his desk. He sat on the edge of the dark wood, picking up a peach out of the basket, tossing it in the air and catching it in his palm a few times. "You went through all this hard work just to bring me something I wanted… surely there's something you want as well." You eyed the fruit in his hand, wanting to relive the sensation you had experienced earlier. Terzo follows your gaze, holding the peach out for you to bite. Forbidden fruit hanging just out of reach. You hesitantly lean forward, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh. You felt some of the juice dripping down your lip. In one swift movement Terzo was standing, his tongue lapping up the droplet of juice before his lips crashed into yours. The peach tumbled from his hand and to the floor with a loud thud. His arms wrapped around you, pulling your body flush against his own. He sucked your lip between his teeth, a delighted hum escaping you as your eyes fluttered shut. He lifted you from the floor, effortlessly setting you on the edge of his desk. Your kiss broke momentarily as you both hurried to get undressed. "I can't even begin to tell you how long I've wanted you cara mia." He admits breathlessly. You tangled your fingers in his dark hair, giving it a firm tug that elicited a sinful groan from him, his fingers kneading into your hips.

"Then have me Papa… I'm all yours." His lips were back on yours in an instant, needy hands pulling at your shirt until it was removed from your body. Terzo kissed and nipped at the exposed skin of your chest. Terzo's eyes drifted to the fruit basket you had brought, a smirk crossing his features as he breathes out a chuckle.

"I think I know a pretty good use for your gift." You raised a curious eyebrow at him, watching to see what he would do next. He grabbed one of the various plums in the basket, leaning over your exposed chest and biting into it. The dark red juice dripped down his fingers and off his wrist before splattering across your skin. Your fingers slid into his raven locks as he dipped his head, licking the droplets up from the valley of your breasts. His eyes never leaving yours for a moment. You placed a finger under his chin, gently guiding him upwards until you found his lips, the tart juice of the plum mixing with Terzo's naturally sweet taste. He rests his forehead against yours after he pulls away. "The freshest fruit in the garden should be shared with the prettiest flower, sí?" You couldn't help but blush under his gaze, nodding in agreement. He offered you a bite of the plum before discarding it alongside the peach, his head dipping into the crook of your neck. His warm breath fanned over your skin as he trailed kisses down your exposed body. You mewled under his touch, back instinctively arching off the desk as he sucked dark marks onto your thighs. He paused, fingers playing at the band of your panties. "Will you allow me to taste you, Sorella?" 

"Please, Papa." You whine, your legs already beginning to tremble despite him not even touching you yet. Terzo lets out a deep chuckle, removing the main clothing keeping him separated from your soaked core at an agonizingly slow pace. Your breath caught in your throat as he licked a long stripe over your clit, the gasp he elicited fizzling out before it even had a chance to leave your lungs. He wasted no time, his tongue dipping inside your entrance allowing him to lap up the juices of your arousal. You pressed a hand firmly to the back of his head, grinding your hips into his face. His nose brushed over your clit as his tongue continued to work inside of you, a series of sinful moans falling from your lips as the growing knot in your stomach.

"So sweet, Cara Mia." Terzo groans before latching his lips around your clit, tongue expertly teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves. The arm you were using to support yourself gave out underneath you, causing you to collapse back against the desk. Terzo wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he effortlessly pulled an orgasm from you. Your legs trying to force themselves closed, Terzo resisted you with a chuckle, the vibrations sending a jolt through your already sensitive body. You cried out his name, trying to push his face away, a task that only resulted in streaks of grey across your palms from his paints. "Forgive me for being selfish dolce, but you are the best thing I've ever tasted." He smirks as you squirm in his grasp. "Even better than those strawberries."

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Old Scars, New Blood 4

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, borderline bullying, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader has accepted that she’ll never be wanted, not only by the man she’s crushed on for years, but by anyone. That is until a new player enters the game. (f!, short!reader)

Character: Lloyd Hansen, Thor Odinson

Note: Still sick but going to have to work.

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With meal prep complete, you return to Lloyd’s office to find it empty. The remnants of his earlier spill remain speckled over the desk and floor. You clean it up, leaving a lemony fresh scent in your stead. While you’re at it, you tidy up the bookshelves.

You hesitate on your way to the door. You glance over your shoulder as something tickles in your head. You still don’t get why Lloyd didn’t tell you about Valhalla. For months, he hid that from you. You think about that day in the car and being left on the side of the road. Maybe he’s been planning to cut ties with you for a while.

You stare at the large iMac. It would be wrong to snoop. Even if it isn’t his redeeming quality, you’ve always been honest with Lloyd. You’re just confused. He’s never anything less than straightforward so if he’s going to fire you, why hasn’t he just pulled the trigger?

Maybe… you know too much. That sends a shiver through you. It may actually end with shots fired.

“There she is,” Lloyd interrupts your inner turmoil and you whip around to face him. He’s freshly showered and styled. You can smell the specialty oil he puts in his mustache, “the fuck are you doing in here?”

“Cleaning,” you reply quickly.

“Looks pretty fucking spotless,” he tosses keys at you and you flinch, catching them against your chest, “I need a ride.”

“Um, I can get Jackie–”

“He drives like an old man,” he retorts, spinning on his heel as he snaps his fingers, “chop, chop, kid.”

You swallow your agitation. Usually, you’re better at it. Today you just find him grating. Maybe you’re just a bit sore about him leaving you on the highway. Well, get over it, he’s not apologising.

You follow him with the keys in your hand. He’s several paces ahead of you as you scurry to keep up. His stride is tense as he opens and closes his fists.

As you come outside, you hear a whistle. Lloyd peers over and scuffs to halt as he faces Thor. The large blond bounds over, a shirt with only one button done up displaying most of his chest. He looks over Lloyd’s shoulder and his cheek dimples.

“Running away?”

“Business,” Lloyd says flatly, “I’ll be back.”

“What about my business?” Thor challenges. Lloyd doesn’t respond. “Relax,” he slaps Lloyd’s arm, “I’m ragging on you. Tonight, we will share some of your scotch, eh? Get you nice and loose.”

“Mm,” Lloyd grumbles, “we’ll see.”

“The little one prefers wine, I think,” Thor points over Lloyd’s shoulder, “oh, and she has quite the sweet tooth, eh? You must know that.”

“Whatever. She’s the assistant. Her job is to worry about what I like,” Lloyd sneers, “don’t wait up.”

He turns back towards the car and you send an apologetic smile past him. Thor smirks and winks, flicking his tongue out lasciviously. You blanch and swiftly follow Lloyd.

You still don’t believe what he said in the kitchen. Not only that he said it but that he meant it. You’re certain it’s all just a part of this pissing match between the men. Thor keeps stepping onto Lloyd’s territory, he’ll keep going till he gets bit. You don’t how much longer Lloyd can hold out.

Lloyd’s in the passenger’s seat of the SUV before you even get to the door. You open it and swing yourself in. You hate how big all these vehicles are. You shove the keys in the slot and turn the engine. You shift in the seat and slide your phone out of your pocket, placing it in the cup holder.

You check the time then the mirrors. It’s not unusual for Lloyd to head out later in the day but you didn’t have anything on the agenda. You know better than to ask questions. That’s what he liked about you, if he likes anything about you.

“Would you just fucking drive?” Lloyd growls.

You wince and shift into gear. You look behind you then ahead of you. Thor watches you as you ease into reverse. Or maybe he’s watching Lloyd…

You roll the wheel and turn towards the gate. Lloyd takes out his phone and slumps in the seat as he scrolls and taps. You steer through the gate and pull out onto the road. You don’t even know if you should ask where to go.

“Head northeast,” he says.

Right. You take his direction and turn onto the ramp onto the highway. He grumbles at his phone but says nothing else until you have to get into the exit lane. What is he up to?

You head into the city and he directs you through the main row where much of the nightlife thrives. You’ve been there many times before. He isn’t shy about his nocturnal activities. He commands you past his typical spot.

When he points you into the lot behind a Hilton, you frown. Is he that desperate to get away from Thor? You don’t say a word as you idle by the back wall.

“Right,” he doesn’t look up from his phone as he undoes his seat belt, “I’ll be a while.”

You look over at him confused. What does he mean?

“I’m sure you can keep yourself entertained,” he pokes his tongue out as he smirks at his phone. You catch the glimpse of a chat, a picture sent of a woman in a thong. You cringe and grip the wheel.

“I’ll just go back to the compound–”

“You’ll stay the fuck here,” he tears his eyes from the cell and jabs his finger at you, “you need to remember who the fuck you work for, kid.”

You say nothing as he opens the door and drops out of the SUV. You know this side of Lloyd. His ego is bruised. It happens after rough missions or when an agent gets mouthy. It’s worse now since he can’t do much about his problem. 

He slams the door behind him and you watch him march towards the entrance. You sigh and roll down the windows before you shut off the engine. There’s no use in wasting gas for who knows how long. You’re certain if you get bored, you’ll have enough time to get a coffee down the block.

You grab your phone and shuffle through several apps. You can’t focus on any of the time-eating games you keep for when you’re restless. You have nothing else to distract you. Your sister hasn’t answered the text you sent her a week ago and Lloyd is busy.

You open up your downloaded series and turn on the same show you’ve seen a dozen times before. Still, you’re not paying attention. You don’t think Lloyd is here for business. It really shouldn’t matter to you but it feels extra humiliating to have to wait outside while he does…whatever.

You turn off the show and let the car go silent. You adjust the seat to recline and close your eyes. You’re exhausted. All the chaos has got the best of you. 

Your phone vibes before you can get cozy. It’s Lloyd. You tap the preview so it expands.

‘Need lube. Ten minutes.’

You scoff. Is he serious? Your heart shrivels up as your stomach turns. He’s punishing you. Not because you did anything but because he can’t punish Thor. You’re so so tired.

You grip the wheel and stare at the phone. You wonder if he knows? Is this why he’s doing this? All these years, talking about his escapades, you just assumed it was his usual crassness. He talks like that with everyone. If he’s not boasting about killing, it’s fucking.

Either way, he knows what he’s doing. This is low. You are low.

You open up maps and search for a shop nearby. You fix the seat and pull out, driving numbly as you follow the automated voice directing you through the street. You park without paying attention and get out, nearly stumbling from the height of the SUV’s lift.

You stroll inside the shop with its blackened windows and enter with your head down. Your eyes scan furtively as you search for your goal. The task is made more difficult as the flesh toned silicon and shameless displays set you on fire.

“Hello, hon, can I help you find something?” The man behind the counter asks.

“Er,” you cross your arms, “lube.”

“Alrighty, are we looking for flavoured? Water-based? Oil?”

You blanch as he rounds the counter and strides towards a rack. You shrug and trail after him. You see a black bottle with cherries on it.

“That’s fine,” you pluck one off the shelf and quickly retreat to the counter. “Credit.”

You bring up your card on your phone and tap. The man behind the counter tries to break the tension but you’re not listening. You shove the receipt in your pocket and swipe up the bottle and leave.

Back in the truck, you have to hold back from screaming. What are you doing? You don’t need this shit. Why do you keep bending over backwards for Lloyd when you don’t have a chance? Why have you wasted a decade hoping for nothing?

Because, you don’t have any other options.

You turn the car on and roll out of the lot. You make your way back to the hotel in a haze. You check your phone. He sent the room number and nothing else. You walk into the hotel, ignoring the front desk clerk, and wait for the elevator. You step onto it and watch the doors shut.

You get off and follow the signs to the exact door plaque. You knock with your knuckles, your hand fisted around the bottle. You hear giggling. It’s more than one woman. Footsteps approach the other side.

A woman in an open robe opens the door. She has dark wavy hair and smeared lipstick. Lloyd growls in the background as you glimpse his naked ass.

“Hurry up, sugar tits,” he calls, “I’m starting to chafe.”

You shove the bottle at the woman and drop it. You don’t wait to see if she catches it. You spin on your heel and you’re gone. Your eyes fill with hot tears. Tears like acid. Tears of stupidity.

When you get back to the car, you keel over the steering wheel and heave. You don’t hate Lloyd. You hate yourself. You need to cut it out but somehow, you just can’t. He’s the worst person you know and yet, you want him so badly.

❤️‍🩹

As the sky darkens, you get out of the SUV to stretch your legs. You pace around and check the time. You don’t want to get back in the car. Instead, you wander down the street to the coffee kiosk you drove by earlier. You get an Americano and drag your feet back up the pavement.

You stand outside the SUV and sip from the cup. You chew the paper brim anxiously and look at your phone. Another car door opens and closes.

“Candy?” A man approaches.

You look up, the glow of your face making the stranger nothing more than a dark shadow, “not me,” you back up and press your phone to your chest.

“Oh, sorry,” he puts his hands up, “thought you were someone else.”

You shake your head as he turns and wanders off. You’re not entirely sure how he mistook you for a prostitute. That is what he thought, isn’t it? Candy? Sounds pretty tasty.

You get back in the SUV and lock the doors. You put your phone in the cup holder and it flashes. A message. You don’t bother reading it. You tap your fingers on the console and close your eyes, sipping from the warm cup.

A knock on the other window startles you. You turn on the light and see Lloyd peering in. He winks and tugs on the handle. You hit the locks and sit up.

He gets in and lets out a sigh, “ahh, I feel good.”

You don’t say a word as you slip your cup into the empty holder beside your phone. You start the car and press the gas. As you come to the exit, Lloyd yawns and stretches his arm between the seats, gripping yours above your shoulder.

“I’m fucking starving, let’s hit a burger joint,” he says as he rubs his stomach, “you don’t think I would be with how much I ate.”

He cackles and you bite down. You don’t understand it. He repulses you and yet there’s that sharp pang in your chest.

“You see the tits on Kasia? Fucking pert–”

You veer onto the next street and he hits the door with the motion, “hey, be fucking careful.” He shifts in his seat as he touches his crotch, “I’m tender.”

You sniff and pull into the drive through. You stop by the menu, “what do you want?”

“Get me some of that honey chicken and some rings. Extra honey sauce for the rings. Oh, and a sprite.”

“Sure,” you answer as you drive up to the speaker. You recite his order and the fuzzy response tells you to drive up to the window.

“What’s up? You’re not hungry?”

“I’m fine,” you insist.

“Aw, you on another diet,” he taunts, “bone broth?”

“No,” you answer flatly.

“I’m not sharing my rings,” he says.

“I don’t want any,” you insist.

“You’re fucking testy,” he accuses as you pay.

“I’m tired,” you utter and roll up to the pick-up.

“You’re tired? Fuck, my back is aching from all that thrusting.”

“Would you stop?” You snap before you can stop yourself, “I don’t want to hear about your dick anymore.”

He snorts and sits up straight, “excuse me, kid?”

“I don’t care,” you reach over and give a blunt thanks to the drive-thru worker as you take the paper bag. “Why don’t you shut up and eat?"

You shove the bag in his lap then take the cup and move your phone to plant it firmly in the holder. You follow through the lane and back onto the street. The silence is still and stolid around you.

“If you wanted to join in, you just had to say–”

“No,” you snip. You know he’s not serious, he’s teasing you. You’re a joke to him. “No, I don’t want that.” You grip the wheel tight and bite down until your jaw hurts, “I don’t want you.”

He inhales and blows it out heavily through his nose. The bag crinkles as he opens it and reaches inside, unleashing the smell of chicken that makes your stomach rage. You ignore the discomfort and focus on the road.

“Learn to take a fucking joke, kid,” he snickers, “maybe then, you’ll catch a dick or two.”

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[ewanmitchelll]

Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (VIII): You Belong With Me.

Imagine you fall in love with your neighbor, who happens to be your childhood best friend, unaware that he bears now a bad reputation and is Alys Rivers’s boyfriend.

Warnings: none; fluff and drama; silly, light reading to start our 2024 well and relaxed. :p

***

You are just going back from college. These are trying days, when you are about to enter your last semester before finally closing the course y/c. Not to mention the internship and tons of final paperworks expected to be done in what should be your vacations.

Such are your thoughts as you go back home. You share your household with your cousin named Lya Baratheon at King’s Landing in a nice neighborhood. But when you arrive at last after two hours traveling by bus, you are welcomed by Aemond Targaryen, your childhood friend who happens to have moved next to you.

“Hello, there!”, Aemond smiles at you.

You promptly leave your backpack down at the garden of your house before running to him before being fully embraced by his strong arms.

“Aemond!”, you hold on tight. “Long time no see! I missed you!”

As he places you down eventually, Aemond sees the woman you’ve become: your y/c hair is tied in a ponytail, there’s also a sweet bangs over your eyebrows. Your face has softened in delicate features and this time there’s a red lipstick painting your lips.

Although you dress casually, Aemond’s eyes can tell you’ve got bigger boobs last time he saw you—and that was 15 years ago, when you were both 12 years old.—, which earns him a smirk.

“Looking beautiful as I remember, Y/N”, he is pleased when seeing you blush.

Some things never change.

“Oh please”, you giggle softly. “So you are my neighbor now, eh? What a coincidence.”

“Yeah, indeed it is. I didn’t know you were living here. My mother recommended this neighborhood after I refused sharing a household with Aegon.”

“Oh. Are you two still not getting along?”

Aemond puts his hands on his pocket jeans and laughs.

“We always got along, but we have been following different roads now. I’ll tell you about it later. Are you coming home from a travel or something?”

“I entered college later than my fellow classmates”, you tell him. “I wanted to work a bit before getting into this academic world. So I’m still about to close it.”

“And what are you studying?”, Aemond inquires, interested in your independent spirit.

As you tell him about your college course, you notice how handsome he’s become. Taller, indeed, but stronger and with eyes so full of life. Your heart flutters foolishly, especially when you remember the old days where you two were so attached that Mrs Alicent used to joke about the day you’d get married.

“Do you want to come inside?”, you invite him after a few more minutes catching up.

“I wish I could, but I’m waiting for my girlfriend”, Aemond hates to break the joy of this reunion, even more so when your smile falters lightly, but he had to be honest with you.

“Of course”, you try not to look so disconcerted. And why, oh why, would I? “Even so you can bring her too if you like.”

Aemond ponders it, aware of your good intentions, but probably more conscious that you know nothing about his past and who his girlfriend is.

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll see you around, though.”

As you turn your back to go inside your home, you miss Aemond’s sad gaze following you. Your absence soon leaves a hole where he thought an old wound was closed for good…

***

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset. She's going off about something that you said. 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do…

The next day you leave your bed earlier, trying to distract your head you opt to have some running outside. The morning is inviting and you need to get yourself some exercises before starting your college’s stuff.

After having breakfast and dressing, you pick your headphones and phone, all ready to go when you open the door and spot a very angry Aemond outside, sitting in the sidewalk as he speaks on the phone.

You sigh, probably wondering the cause. It’s either his family or his girlfriend. You carefully approach him, not letting be noticed until he turns off the phone.

“Fuck!”, he curses, before spotting you at last. “By the Maker! Sorry, Y/N, didn’t see you here.”

“No worries. I didn’t mean to intrude, but you looked upset and I came here to check on you.”

As Aemond stares at you almost in disbelief, he remembers how often as children he protected you of the bullies at school, and how you did the same whenever he misbehaved—often excusing his behavior before his own parents.

“We…just had a fight, is all”, he shrugs his shoulders.

“Do you want to talk about it?”, you ask him gently, sitting next to him.

“Not really, no.”

But he eventually does. You don’t know the woman’s name, but come to find out she is temperamental and willful, at times difficult to deal with.

For the first time in a while, Aemond feels heard. You are there for him, not a mere physical presence—and here he cannot help a comparison with Alys. At times he wonders how the hell he got so lost.

Towards the end of it, he is surprised by your embrace.

“I thought you might need it”, you explain before the disconcert look stamped in his face, which reminds you how often you used to climb his back as children and he’d awkwardly take you around his household.

The same idea runs in the back of his mind, making Aemond smile in nostalgia.

“Always the optimistic. You haven’t changed a bit, Y/N.”

A laughter echoes the air as you two share a look.

***

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night. I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like. And she'll never know your story like I do…

You have finished your final assignments after all. Considering preparing something to eat, you do miss having a company. Your cousin is away, so this leaves you with your neighbor, who happens to be your childhood best friend.

It’s when you open the window that gives you sight to his house and scream out his name.

Aemond, who’s been busy reading a book, chuckles quietly when hearing you calling him a note above the heavy metal sound he’s been listening.

“Hey, girl”, he leans over the window. “What’s up? Listening to rock’n’roll today? I always figured you’d prefer classical music.”

You pull a grimace.

“What do you know of my musical tastes, Aemond Targaryen?”

He laughs quietly. It’s been a while since someone made him laugh like this.

“Well, hit me, baby. What do you want for me?”

“Have you dinned yet?”

“Nope. You?”

“I was about to cook some hamburgers. Do you want any?”

Aemond side smirks at you.

“I’ll be there in five.”

*

And here he is, eating with you late Tuesday night. Aemond soon knows about your college short break, how you are preparing for your last semester and your expectations for your graduation.

“Enough about me”, you say as you open two beers. “What have you been up to?”

“I have nothing interesting to say”, he shrugs his shoulders.

In truth, he is not willing to share the dark path he’s taken. Involved with the gang of his Hightower cousins, coercing those who owe Gerold some money, and doing other business on behalf of Aegon, he now believes to be a loser when compared to you.

“I doubt that”, you poke him. “Come now… What has your father forced you to do now?”

Mr Viserys is the main man behind the Targaryen Org., an advocacy office that has been working in politics behind the scenes and that has produced a few presidents of Westeros, the most recent of them being his daughter, Rhaenyra.

He expects his children to follow the same path, and that is why he and his sons—Aemond and Aegon, particularly—never really enjoyed a good and stable relationship. To worse it all, Mrs Alicent, his second wife, is facing a crisis in their marriage.

Aware of this background, you know how all of these quarreling have produced deep scars on Aemond.

“You should be whoever you want to be, you know”, so you say, holding his hand. “The world is yours if you so wish, Aemond.”

Reclining against the chair, he says nothing for a while, appreciating the song, the beer and… when looking at you, your company.

“You are too good for me, Y/N”, he murmurs, before taking a sip.

***

But she wears short skirts. I wear T-shirts. She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers. Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time…

You are coming back from jogging when you see her for the very first time. Taller than you, more gracious, prettier and sensual in the way she walks, Alys Rivers is dressing short skirts and a white top that reinforces her curves.

You feel embarrassed, not to say envious, when looking at what you are wearing by comparison. Blue t-shirts and black pants, your college hat and the same cute ponytail.

Insecurity hits hard and you hate yourself for it. But truth is, one is never too old to be hit by intern instability.

You also notice Aemond is having a wild barbecue at his household. At first you are hurt for not being invited, but when carefully noticing who is there, you realize it’s better for you not to get yourself involved in this kind of matter.

Exhibited like a trophy is his girlfriend, surrounded by Aemond’s Hightower cousins. You are not entirely ignorant of their illicit activities and considering Aemond’s rebellious nature, it does not shock you those are his new friends. It is more disappointing to feel overshadowed by that woman.

In the midst of this noise, Aemond feels the weight of your gaze. There is so much to be said. This is not the barbecue he wanted to do, he’s never been a lousy man, rather being introspective.

But one miscommunication, and you go back inside, heading to the shower as you carry disappointment with you.

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along. So, why can't you see? You belong with me…

It’s been two weeks. What was meant to be a surprisingly good reunion with your childhood best friend is proving to be another heartbreak you thought you’d not have to face since Jacaerys Velaryon cheated on you with his own cousin.

You opt to open a beer and throw yourself in the couch, watch some Netflix cliche, refusing to voice out your inner frustrations. What the fuck were you thinking again? Projecting romance to your life like you are the protagonist of some Christmas movie is old news.

It’s when a knock on the door scares you. Who might be in this hour?

Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night. I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry. And I know your favorite songs. And you tell me 'bout your dreams. Think I know where you belong. Think I know it's with me.

“Hey”, you are surprised to meet him.

Aemond is dressed in his old jeans and a white blouse. He stands before you not with the happiest faces.

“Come here, darling”, you welcome him with opened arms. “What the hell happened now?”

He is silent like always, but promptly accepts your embrace. Only then, carried to your couch, he slides to your side and takes your beer.

“I fucked shit up, Y/N.” He avoids your merciful and comprehensive gaze.

“I doubt it. But what you have done now? And where’s your girlfriend?”

“We had a fight”, Aemond rolls his eyes, sinking in the couch. You realize he’s still drinking of your beer, but you don’t mind it. “She’s very possessive. I was talking to Helaena… My own sister, and she keeps being demanding.”

Then he looks at you, expecting some answer. It takes you by surprise, though, when he changes topics abruptly by saying:

“Why did you have to go?”

“Uh?”, you barely flutter your eyelashes at it. “What are you talking about?”

“You moved out 12 years ago to High Garden”, and here comes the subtle resentment.

You take his hand and play with fingers, head resting on the back of the couch as you and him lock gazes.

“I had no choice upon the matter. I was transferred to another school because of my father. You remember that.”

“You never sent me an email.”

“Neither did you.”

For a moment there is silence hanging between you. And then Aemond says:

“I’ve heard you dated that Jacaerys lad.”

You scoff.

“How’d you know that?”

“He is my fucking nephew”, and for some strange reason this makes you two laugh. “I’m sorry about how things ended for you two. Harwin was pretty excited for having you as his probable daughter-in-law.”

“You don’t like this idea very much”, you smile at his subtle jealousy. “Something which we know wouldn’t work out well.”

Aemond’s eyes move to his hand intertwined with yours. A view that warms his heart.

“What happened?”

You opt to drink beer instead of responding him. As he studies you, Aemond spots some hurt behind your y/c eyes.

“He didn’t…”, Aemond cannot consider this option. Even so, the mere idea angers him. “Did he?! What a fucking asshole!”

To your surprise, he’s the one to hug you.

“I’m sorry, Y/Nickname. You deserve better.”

You sigh heavily, resting your head against his shoulder. For a moment, it feels like you are teenagers again and it’s you and him against the world.

“It’s all right. It’s in the past now.”

The rest of the evening is spent in between sweet talks, beers here and there. Until all breaks with a call.

“Ugh”, Aemond grumbles. “It’s her.”

As if you are reminded that this bad boy prince is nothing but a long time rebellious friend, you set your heart at easy with the crude dose of reality.

“You should better get going”, you help him stand. “After all, you have a girl waiting for you.”

Aemond rolls his eyes.

“I don’t like how this sounds.”

An intense stare.

“Am I lying, Targaryen?”

He laughs quietly.

“No, Y/LN. I hate you for it.”

For now you two follow separate ways. For now.

***

The more time Aemond spends with you, the more drawn he is to light. Whenever he’s with you, he can talk about his dreams—he wants to have an independent career, nothing related to law or politics, perhaps something related to humanities—, he is allowed to have hopes and become a better person. All of this is possible when he’s with you.

But now… far from his family and emerged in this bitter darkness that his temperamental cousins and his girlfriend aligned with his dark desires, he’s realized how wronged he’d been.

He is broken, he knows it.

“Where have you been?!”, she calls him out. “I’ve been calling you for hours.”

And he decides he’s the author of his life. He let others broke him, but that’s enough for him.

When looking at Alys, Aemond knows now how he belongs with you. He just hopes it’s not too late to make it right.

“I owe you no explanations of what I do, or wherever I go. And you know what, Alys? I’m tired of this life. Just… go away.”

She wants to argue, but he doesn’t have any patience for it. The door is open and Aemond makes it clear with his deadly silent moves. He’s a winner now.

“Fine. But you’ll regret it.”

Empty words that the wind takes away after he closes the door. As he looks at the phone, he knows he needs to call the other woman whom he should have never hurt in first place.

His mother.

***

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor. All this time how could you not know, baby?

You are preparing to leave to your college when he crosses your path.

“Hey. Where the fuck are you going to?!”, Aemond asks you, paled when realizing that he, in fact, might be a little late.

“I told you I’ve only had a few weeks here, A. I’m going back to college”, you side smirk. “What’s that face? Why are you looking so serious?”

He swallows his pride and then takes your hands in his, clasping them together.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You swear you are about to faint. And maybe your sudden paling makes sure Aemond is holding you tight.

“Don’t pass out, woman”, he chuckles lightly, though you spot concern in his eyes. “I mean it.”

“B-But Aemond”, you say, struggling to understand. “I am going back to college for my final semester and I thought you were in a relationship?”

Cupping your face with his hands, he turns at you with the sweetest smile you’d ever seen, saying:

“That should not be a problem. I’m on my way to be with you. I shall rent an apartment there and work at my father’s company all the whilst I start to study history. I’m getting my shit together, Y/N, and have all this to thank you for. As for my relationship, I broke up with her. Can’t you see I’m doing all of this for you?”

“Oh Aemond!”, you sigh in content before leaning to kiss his lips.

He smiles in secrecy as his hands slide firmly on your waist firmly, kissing you in return. It is as it should be. He belongs with you, after all.

***

• Epilogue.

Twelve months later…

“What are you reading today, my dear?”, you recline back in your chair and turn your head to look at him, heart melting before the sight of him all concentrated.

Lowering down his book, Aemond smiles quietly at you.

“The history of Westeros through the chroniclers. Quite an interesting reading”. He puts the book aside and pats a seat next to him at the large bed he’s in.

You leave your computer there and happily complies, soon adjusting to his arm, smiling as he plays with your ponytail.

“How’s work today?”, he asks you, in turn.

It’s winter and it’s snowing, but you’ve managed to work from home. A good excuse to be around your betrothed—oh yes, he proposed you recently, about six months after you two moved in together.

“Not very demanding today, thankfully”, you turn at him and smile fondly, caressing his cheek. “Your mother wants to spend Christmas with us.”

Your rogue prince, despite cutting his hair and dressing better, straightening his path, remains temperamental when it comes to his family. He rolls his eyes, before sighing.

“Really now? What did you say?”

You bury your head against his chest all the whilst Aemond wraps you around his arms, throwing blanket over you two.

“I told her to come. I think we might expect everyone, really. I hear she’s in good terms with Rhaenyra too.” Apparently, the two had had a bad fight last autumn.

“Oh no”, he groans.

“Look at the bright side, Leana, Aegon and Daeron are coming as well.”

“This apartment isn’t big enough for all of them, my darling”.

You raise your eyes to meet his. He’s so adorable wearing glasses, you thought.

“It is, it is. I’ll make sure everything is going to be perfect”, you smile warmly.

Aemond smiles back at you.

“Damn, I cannot say no to you. Fine, do your best. And since we are welcoming this big dysfunctional family of mine, how about inviting yours too?”

You tilt your head, smiling.

“Really?”

He scoffs.

“Of course, silly head.”

You lean to kiss his lips.

“I love how Christmas man you’ve become, sweet Aemond.”

He chuckles quietly.

“That’s only because you’ve made me one, darling.”

Leaving aside his book and glasses, he leans to kiss you deeply and you return it passionately. This afternoon is surely going to be warmer than expected…

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Happy Tuesday wonderful Fandom :) Already 5 eps into s4. Insane. Thank you to everyone who liked, commented and reblogged my answer of my top eps meant a lot. 😊 Solid moments in this one just not a ton. This is a Lucy centric ep with one of my all time Lucy moments in it. I’ll let you read so you can find out what that is ha Off we go.

4x05 A.C.H

I love any and all scenes we get with Tamara and Lucy. She’s such a mom to her I can not. They’re sisters but also a massive mom/daughter dynamic in there too. Lucy is making a morning smoothie and asking for blueberries. Tamara checks the fridge finding none. Lucy getting all mom-like on her. Saying she needs to put stuff on the list when she finishes it. Tamara swearing she didn’t eat them.

Lucy doesn't believe her but lets it go. Pick your battles and all that. She gets all excited about dressing up for the West Hollywood parade. Trying to get Tamara excited about it too. Lucy in such a mom mode here. I love it. Tamara is sassy by saying her suggestions suck LOL Their dynamic is so cute I love it so much though.

They get a knock on their door interrupting their convo. It’s one of their neighbors asking if Lucy is a cop? Lucy confirms this and asks what's going on? She continues on and says she lives in 604 across from the lady she’s coming to her about. Apparently ghost hunters are trying to commit elder fraud with her neighbor. Charging her outrageous prices. Lucy handles it like the confident BAMF she is. Directing everyone involved on what to do. Gah I love that we’ve reached this stage with her. I enjoy the growth journey don’t get me wrong, but I also truly enjoy the results too. So nice to see her settled and confident. Handles this rowdy group like a pro. I'm so proud of her.

We join everyone in roll call. A.C.H. Is written on the board. Grey is handing out candy for right answers. He asks Nolan what today is and what that acronym means? He says Halloween and doesn’t know the other half. Still expecting candy... such a putz. Harper replies correctly with ‘Anything Can Happen.’ Lucy asks what kind of crazy stuff might happen? Tim starts running down a list of things. Teenagers trying to steal kids candy, masked people running into liquor stores. Discerning if they’re late for a party or have a gun?

Grey is waiting for Tim to list one more thing. He is pre-smirking and Tim is confused af. Wade elaborates asking Tim how his uniform was torn 3 Halloween’s ago? Lucy looking perplexed as well. Poor Tim looks like he’s reliving something so uncomfortable. Like he’s seen things he shouldn’t have with that LOL

That dead behind the eyes look. Poor love. Lucy’s reaction is the best part. You know she’s enjoying his embarrassment for this. Delighting in it really. For that party it was a fair assumption i’m sure haha I mean look at the man. He’s beautiful and when they got to the yummy muscles underneath i'm sure didn’t help his case. Heh

First off I love this cute moment of them handing out candy together to kiddos. Could they be any cuter doing this? Also you know I love the Tall/Smol shots. Look at the smiles and closeness. My heart. I can just imagine them handing out Halloween candy together now. Most likely at Tim’s house. Since he lives in a neighborhood and being this damn cute about it. Handing out candy and dressing up while doing it. *sigh* A girl can dream eh?

Earlier in the ep before roll call Lucy got a phone call. She found out her mother has paid for her to freeze her eggs….Naturally this is upsetting to Lucy. How could It not be? Minute the kids step away Lucy goes off about it. Tim clearly not excited about this talk LOL I’m dying his reaction is too funny. Lucy is so valid in what she’s feeling though. It’s a pot shot at her. At her insecurities. Straight from her mom.

The way her mother treats her I can totally understand why she feels this way. How it looks is exactly what Lucy is venting about. Makes it seem like her mom is giving her a fail safe in case she never finds someone. Which is so damn rude but in line with her mom as person. Tim is trying to do logic instead of empathy. Thinking it’ll help her but it does not....He is looking at it with analytical eyes instead of empathetic ones. He is playing devil's advocate on this one. Telling Lucy her mom is probably just looking out for her. Knowing how busy she is. When he really shouldn't because it's her mom...

Lucy is so offended by his POV on this. Hating him trying to justify her mother's motives. I think if this was anyone else Lucy might've considered this. But its not...it's her mom who she has a very strained relationship with. Basically trying to plan her life for her. Control some aspect of it since she has no say in Lucy's career. Also let’s also note her touching his arm while berating him LOL. No need for that madam... but she is a moth to the flame in touching him. hehe Can't say I blame her. The sassy banter here is on point as usual though. Her face after Tim says he’s not taking her side. I’m rolling. They could not be more married if they tried.

Tim starts comparing her situation to car insurance and her clock ticking. Oh Timothy no...what are you doing my love? He is so damn insightful with her most of the time. Then is such a man in certain moments like this one. Telling her doing this appointment is just insurance. That you don't get car insurance hoping you get into an accident. The policy is just a waste of money.

That she needs to view this the same way. Might as well have her mom pay for it. Lucy does not let him get away with that though. Saying she's going to pretend he didn't just compare her fertility to a car crash LMAO Seriously the marriage vibes with this scene are off the charts. Their ‘fighting’ always bringing me such joy.

The cuteness continues when a mom comes up asking them to help find her daughter. Her daughter was dressed as Stitch. They both point (in-sync btw) at the table where a kid is wearing that costume. They realize this kid's not her daughter. That the parent must’ve taken her daughter and left his kid. This next part is ovary explosion time for me. *fans self*

Tim coming over all soft asking this kid questions. He’s in dad mode and I’m melting. Look at how soft he is above. Naturally good with kiddos. Despite his wonderful demeanor the kid has no clue how to answer any of Tim questions.... It’s so funny. His answers are so matter of fact. Daddy. Duh. Ha

I love them tag teaming to get this kid to talk. Lucy telling Tim she's got this. (Not really but she sure tries haha) I adore him just letting her step right in. Taking her shot at it. This is a look into them as parents and my heart wants to implode ha How they would talk to their kid. Lucy takes a slightly different approach at it. She fails just as miserably as Tim. It's so funny how they both crash and burn in their tactic's. They could not be any cuter in this scene if they tried.

This is my favorite part of the episode right here. More proof of how far we’ve come with them. This entire scene is a beautiful result of the last 3 seasons. They’re able to locate the missing girl and return Alton home. The guy didn’t even realize he picked up the wrong kid… Lucy stating once they’re back in the shop ‘That poor kid. Imagine having that idiot as a father.’ Tim notes there are a lot worse out there... trust me.

Like a foreshadow to 4x09 and all we learn about his father. Tim knows first hand how much worse a father can be. Hurts my heart for him to think he wouldn’t be a good father. Just because his own was awful coupled with his damaged past. If anything it’ll make him an even better one. Someone who would want to break the toxic cycle of what he grew up with. You can tell Lucy wanted to fight him on the dad comment. That she wants to reassure him he would be a wonderful parent.

She is respectful and doesn’t press the issue. Personal stuff while it’s more common for them now she knows when to press and when not to. This is one she doesn’t push on. Let's Tim just speak his piece on it. What is absolutely wonderful is her follow up question to that. Lucy keeps them in the personal life zone with it. The best part of it is Tim’s answer. He takes a beat and looks at her first before he dives in. He's intensely thinking before presenting his reply.

Look at our boy just being so openly vulnerable and answering her. Very honestly too btw. No push back or him shutting down. Just an honest and vulnerable answer. How far we’ve come I could cry. The amount of trust he has with her. To be this open and vulnerable about Isabel of all people and what their plans were once upon a time. My heart.

Tim spills his guts about where he thought his life would be now. He thought he would have kids already. He and Isabel had all these life plans. 3 kids, watch them grow up and everything that comes with that. Sharing with her what he thought his life would be by now. Willingly just talking about these things with Lucy. It's insane how natural this whole convo is. Lucy absorbing it all as he speaks.

Tim ends it on a sad note of ‘But…’ Lucy finishes it for him. Saying things don’t always work out. Lucy then connects the dots as to why he was playing devils advocate earlier with her appt. She says as such to him. That life doesn't always pan out the way you expect it to. This would be a way to protect against that. It's what he was trying to convey earlier just poorly ha. Difference being this time he was genuine and empathetic. So it gets through better like it always does when he's soft with her. Will say it breaks my heart Tim telling Lucy about his family plans that never happened. Like it's a distant dream he'll never achieve now. The beautiful thing to take away from this is he told her freely. Used it as advice even to bring home his point.

Tim didn’t hesitate to open up when she asked him. Saw it as an opportunity to give her advise on her problem. The growth in this man is incredible. I'm in awe of him. Remember in S1 when personal life was a dirty word? How he instantly would clam up and shut her down immediately? Now we're here. With them talking about wildly personal stuff in the shop. The progress is wonderful. Makes me teary thinking how far they’ve come. How far Tim has come because of that wonderful sunshine woman in his life. How closed off he used to be. Now they’re casually talking about their personal lives. Not only that but Tim sharing his past life goals with Isabel.

They’re making me all emotional lol God I love this ship. Their slow burn is so worth every bit of waiting. Because they got to develop as people and grow. Be the best versions of themselves when they did get together. This scene is a wonder to behold. To see them get to this place from where they started. *heart clutch* S4 is this beautiful payoff of the bond they’ve forged. How they’ve both grown. Hell Lucy driving is driving and it’s not a thing. Just natural. Their progression makes my soul happy and even happier that I get to write about it. This is their last scene together but it's a damn fine note to end on.

Angela comes over to update Lucy and Tamara on the ghost hunter situation. Tells them the creepy history attached to the building. Tamara is sufficiently freaked out. Says they should move haha Lucy tells her ghost's aren't real. Lucy is more worried about the hunters coming back to bother her neighbor. Angela says 99 percent of the time when a close friend or nice neighbor i.e. Lucy report it they go away and don't return.

Lucy then makes a statement that has me wanting to hug her. Saying she hopes she has a caring neighbor like herself when she’s old and alone. (Just wait Lucy we're almost there...sorta ha) Angela asks her if she’s having bad dating week? Lucy laughs tells her no. Then explains what her mother did. Angela tells her to go for it since it costs so much and she doesn't have to pay for it.

Lucy’s line above is everything. I do not blame her. Just be one more thing to hold over Lucy’s head. I know that life well… To Lucy it's just more guilt to have poured on. Something her mother can use against her later on. Better to limit her to the ammo she currently has. Tamara is sweet and says she can adopt if nothing else. Lots of kids who need a home. She’s not wrong. Also her mom must be out of her damn mind if she think's she can be apart of her kids life. She would have to do a complete 180 in how she treats her before that happens.

Lucy and Tamara decide to get ready for the parade. Lucy thanks her for coming with. She comments how cold her bathroom always is. Tamara cracks a joke about it being cause 20 people died in their building LOL Lucy accidentally knocks over some makeup and watches the dust get sucked in behind the mirror. As if there is a draft. They pull it off together and it reveals a giant hole in the wall leading to all sorts of nooks and cranies.

Tamara refuses to let Lucy climb into this creepy hole by herself. I just love their back and forth so much haha Lucy lets her come with. Leads to this creepy hallway where someone has been staying. They find the blueberries Lucy was looking for earlier. It's on this creeps make-shift bed. It’s so eerie. The ‘ghost’ that’s been living in their walls has been eating their food. Entering everyone's apt's at his convenience.

That’s so unnerving tbh. Just coming into their apt whenever for food through the hole. Lucy calls Angela and says it’s not a ghost. Someone has been living in their walls. Tamara walks over and sees a collection of women’s jewelry and bras. Saying she’s getting stalker vibes. They see mail down there too. It’s for the girl that reported the ghost hunters this morning. Margaret in 604.

Lucy hears creaking and wants to investigate it. Angela says she’ll call It in for them. The more they delve into this area the creepier it gets. They find his peep holes too. It’s then in the holes they see Margaret doing laundry alone. The creepy dude comes out of the shadows after her. Lucy calls for her but she doesn't hear her.

Then comes one of my favorite Lucy moments. She finds a weak spot in the wall and goes after the creeper. She handles herself like an absolute bad ass. What a fight sequence with just a broom stick. Tim would be so proud. It’s so impressive to watch her take this guy down. One of the best parts is Tamara gets to see the whole thing. Cheers her on and jumps up and down with Lucy dispatches him. It’s amazing.

We catch them the next morning Lucy in mom mode once again. Default setting with Tamara is you ask me. She is asking her if she slept at all? If she wasn’t feeling safe they could go to a hotel. Then Tamara gives her the best compliment she could. She is a certified bad ass. I would feel safe with her too. I love Tamara getting to see Lucy in action. Seeing what a strong bad ass woman looks like. And it’s her.

They get a knock on the door and it's Angela to update them on the wall guy. This next portion is pretty sweet and funny. Let's them know if they hear anything just the scene being processed. Angela then asks what Lucy wants to do about her appointment? She says she’s going to do at least the consultation. (I think this is partially Tim's influence from their earlier convo in the shop.)

Angela goes off on a rant about how babies don’t sleep for more than 3 hours, can’t tell if they’re smiling or have gas, and they pee on you when you change them. It's true my nephew had a Pee-Pee TeePee LOL But to not to let that dissuade her from motherhood ahhaa. Tamara pulls her leg some and it’s so funny how easily she riles Lucy up. Mom/Daughter vibes in this scene and I love it. Angela gets serious saying Jack best thing ever happened to her. Wishes Lucy the same whenever she’s ready. She will be when it’s her kid with Tim ❤️ I love this season so much. Such goodies almost every single ep.

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Side notes non-Chenford

Did enjoy Pete coming back. Him helping Tim And Nolan with their drug bust of the zombie drug. Also never hate seeing Tim in civvies mmm. That tight sweater and jeans. Glad I had the room for this gif above. To see him in said sexy outfit. Watching him in action and that outfit? Have mercy.

Thank you to those who continually like, comment and reblog these reviews. Makes my heart so happy. I shall see you all in 4x06 :)

#Caitlin Rewatches The Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #waiting on s6 #winter rewatch #s4 #4x05 A.C.H #the rookie 4x05 #otp: doing my job #otp: you know me so well. too well. #otp: some things matter more. #otp: you did good #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #lucy x tim #the rookie #eric winter #melissa o'neil #tim bradford x lucy chen

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What , And how did you start pairing lotura, And Plance .?

Ooooh boy am I excited to answer this!!! This is going to be a long answer, hope you don't mind! Because I have some specific memories about these two ships, particularly lotura, that I would absolutely love to share with you!

Prepare for a long read! Hehe

Starting with lotura, when season 3 came out and Lotor made his debut, of course I was all 👀👀👀 Because that day something awoke in 19 year old me that I didn't realize could ever be awoken lol. And I wish I could remember exactly what my reaction was to his cat-and-mouse chase with Allura in the episode "The Hunted", but at the time I must not have considered the idea of them ever going in the direction of a romance. Looking back now though, how could I have been so blind??! That chase scene is HOT. I mean just look at them!!! Look at Lotor especially woah mama 😳

Season 4 was mediocre to me at the time, I will confess, for a lot of different reasons. But then season 5, man... SEASON 5!!!! I remember it was March 3rd, 2018. I wasn't keeping up with the show anymore, but I just so happened to see an article online that said season 5 had been released the day before on Netflix. I told my sister and we decided, "eh, let's watch at least the first episode."

And we watched the first episode, alright. And then another, and then another and another until we watched all six episodes in one sitting. We were both blown away! Lotor... Allura... together???? 😲

Their adventures, their chemistry, their clear attraction to one another... I was OBSESSED!!! I shipped them hardcore after that. They were and are still my #1 OTP, and it's because of them that I really tried to work hard and improve my art! I wanted to draw them all the time, making mini comics and AUs, and while their tragic ending actually left me in tears and I was upset for a really long time, I can now say that I have been able to heal and move on from it--eh, mostly anyway, haha.

It still hurts, but 5 years later I feel that I've matured and come to a greater understanding and acceptance. I have come to really appreciate how perfect they are for each other, both aesthetically of course (cuz lookit that sexual dimorphism babeyyy) as well as the many, many things they have in common. I have also come to appreciate their flaws, their imperfections, and the mistakes they made regarding each other and their relationship. They may have gotten a sad ending, but they were still truly equals in every way. It's just beautiful, and my love for them now is stronger than ever :')

For Lance and Pidge on the other hand, it's not quite as clear as when I started shipping them! I remember rolling my eyes at Lance and Allura's first meeting, like "okay Lance is one of THESE guys, here we go 🙄"

Other than that I didn't really ship Lance or Pidge with anyone! If I'm recalling correctly, I don't think it wasn't until after season 6 that I started shipping them together. I remember reading metas and analyses of their relationship that people were making in anticipation for season 7's release, and the more I thought about it, the more I started to really like the idea of Lance and Pidge getting together! And there are definitely subtle hints throughout the earlier seasons of Pidge's feelings for Lance, as well as their fun chemistry with one another, like the episode "Space Mall"!

The hints are not so subtle to me now, but back then it wasn't until I watched season 7 that I actually became hopeful that they could be a couple! I especially loved the moments when Pidge indirectly called Lance "cute, in a creepy, hideous sort of way" lol, and when Lance become very protective over Pidge in such a way that I don't think we ever saw him react before! I was honestly taken aback by that moment!

And again, their ending was definitely less than satisfactory, particularly Lance's ending (still hate it with a passion), but just like with Lotura's relationship, I have also come to appreciate many things about Plance's relationship today. While Lotor and Allura have so much in common and are able to reach an understanding with each other that they can't with anyone else, it would seem at first that Pidge and Lance are far too different to be compatible. And it is true that they are very different, but for one, that can be a good thing! The foundations of some relationships are built off of their differences. It can make someone more compassionate and more open-minded when they have a willingness to accept and appreciate the differences they have with their partner, and a willingness to take a genuine interest in the things that their partner is passionate about, even if they don't completely understand.

And two, at the same time, Pidge and Lance DO have things in common! They both love their families, both have a stronger connection to Earth compared to the other paladins, and they are able to bond with one another over fun pastimes such as video games! How cute is that??!

And just like with Lotor and Allura, I also love Pidge and Lance for their flaws. It did take me a while to come around to Lance, because while he has his funny moments and one-liners, I also found him very annoying at times lol. But I think the fact that he can be really annoying honestly makes him the most realistic character in Voltron. Not necessarily the most relatable, at least not for me, but definitely the most human! Because there are people in our real lives that we love and cherish deeply, but they absolutely have their moments where you go, "ugh, you're so annoying and it really frustrates me when you act this way" but we still wouldn't trade them for the world 🥰

And just to draw one last comparison between Lotura and Plance, I especially LOVE how incredibly different the two pairings are even from each other! To me, Lotor and Allura are sexy and passionate, while Pidge and Lance are pure and fun! They're all so unique and special in their own ways, and they bring so much to the table, both for their characters and for their relationships.

I can't help but write essays every time I get asks, I'm so sorry lol 😭 There's so much more I could say about these guys, but I think I'd better stop here haha! I had a lot of fun writing about Lotura and Plance, and I hope you had just as much fun reading this! I really love these characters a lot. I'm so incredibly grateful that they exist, even if in the form of fiction, and I'm even MORE grateful that my love for them has continued to grow over the years. Thank you so much for the ask!!!! 💖💜💙💚

Oh and one last thing: we were robbed of a lot of different potential interactions with a lot of different characters, but I have to say it would have been fun to see more of Lotor and Lance interacting with each other! Lance was always acting out due to his jealousy, while Lotor on the other hand mostly just ignored him lol.

#asks #lotura #plance #lotor #allura #vld lance #pidge gunderson #katie holt #voltron #voltron legendary defender #meta #voltron meta

[bordysbae]

Hi can you do one where barzy surprises reader for her birthday?

“you’re worth it”

mathew barzal x f!reader

your birthday is today, and mat left earlier this morning for his away game thats taking place tomorrow, which is all the way in toronto. you’re devastated to say the least, but you’d never tell mat you’re upset about that. you told him you’d be watching his game from the couch, and he told you that he’d make a goal specifically for you, and do your favorite celly as a birthday gift.

little do you know, mat has other plans. when he arrives at the arena with his bags in hand, and suit on, he immediately runs over to his coach. “i have a huge favor to ask, and i’m so sorry this is so sudden, but is there any way i could miss tomorrows game and stay in new york? i know you only excuse certain things, but please man, this is super important,” mat pleads, his eyes hopeful.

“what? is y/n having a baby or something? what’s that important that you need to miss a game? did someone die?” his coach asks him, his face confused.

“well, no… but it’s y/n’s birthday. i know it’s not at all important to anyone else but me and her, but i really need this. i cant miss her twenty fifth, and i barely even see her anymore. plus i haven’t even been getting much playing time, so all i’m asking is to miss this one game. i promise i’ll make it up to you, i just need to be with her.”

after a long debacle, wasting both mat and coach lamberts time, he finally gives in to mats pleads. mat immediately runs back to his car and begins planning his surprises for you. meanwhile, you’re sat alone on the couch scrolling through your phone, when you see an instagram post from the islanders appear in your feed.

‘mathew barzal will not be traveling with the team for this game due to a family emergency. barzal is expected to be available for the next upcoming games.’

immediately your heart drops, unknowing to what the ‘family emergency’ is. you quickly call mat to make sure everyone in his family is alright, but that’s when you hear his phone ringing on the other side of the apartment door. you furrow your brows before the lock opens, and incomes your boyfriend. he has a devilish grin on his face, while your mouth falls agape. “mathew barzal! why are you not on a plane to toronto?!” you exclaim, immediately rushing over to hug him. he picks you up and your wrap your legs around his waist, looking down at him.

“i may or may not have convinced coach to let me stay home from the game, but it took a hell of a lot of begging. he said the only reason he excused this was because he likes you, so you better stay on his good side if you want me around more,” mat chuckles. you don’t say anything, but instead just kiss him.

“you’re the best boyfriend ever, i’m seriously gonna marry you,” you say, resting your forehead on his.

“not if i marry you first, but anyways go shower i have a ton of fun plans for us,” he smiles at you.

“can you even go into public after lying to the entire islanders fan base?” you chuckle, making mat let out a small huff from his lips.

“eh, you’re worth it.” he shrugs, “now birthday girl go get ready!” he exclaims as he places you back on the ground. you smile up at him before going into the bathroom and running the warm water, just thinking about how lucky you got with mat as your boyfriend.

#mat barzal #mat barzal fluff #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal imagine #mathew barzal fluff #mathew barzal x reader #mathew barzal imagine #mathew barzal #hockey blurb #hockey imagine

[fortune-fool02]

Pollito

Luis Serra x female reader

Requested by: anonymous

Ok, Im latino, and in my family and with a lot of my friends we use pollito as a term of endearment but some people who aren't aware of that take offense because it means little chicken. Could we have a Luis x reader where he keeps calling them pollito and they get upset because they think he's trying to insult them and they have a whole moment where he explains that not what he means by it&lt;3

Warning: No Spoiler for RE 4 Remake. Fluff.

I love this so much, it's so cute!

Thank you and please enjoy.

Looking back on this, there was a few questions that bounced around in [Name]'s head. Why did those people want Ashley so badly? What was their plan with this cursed parasite? But most of all: What the Hell was she doing here?

She was a researcher, brought on this mission to help Leon to learn more about potential dangerous pathogens and B.O.Ws, to gather intel and information. She had hardly ever been out in the field like Leon had. So, why on Earth was she standing in the middle of a plague-riddled island with a gun? Taking a moment, [Name] leaned against the building wall, her breathing rapid and sharp, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

Leon, however, appeared unfazed as he checked over his ammo and reloaded his gun. Fear rushed along her body, sapping away her energy though she kept going. She had to, for Ashley and Leon. It gripped at her from the moment they encountered those infected people, the savage looks in their eyes, how they held no quarrel with charging weapons at them. Any attempt at reasoning with them was useless.

Still, [Name] tried her best to stand her ground. Even when Leon told her to move back and leave it to him to handle. She was dead-weight at this point. Thankfully, they weren't alone in their little quest.

Luis was a character indeed. A man riddled with a mysterious aura that only peaked her curiosity. Sweet flirtations spilling from his lips when it wasn't a witty quip or comment. The man was also a researcher, like her. Yet he held a bravery to him also, holding his ground against the infected. If he could do it, why couldn't she?

"Wooh! That was something, eh?" Luis smiled, spinning his gun a little before returning it to its holster. Pulling a tissue out, he wiped away the splatters of blood off his face before tossing it away. He leaned up against one of the crates that was spared from Leon's little rampage of destroying some to snatch potential bullets laying about.

"Yeah. Sure." [Name] hummed, trying to shake off the lingering panic. An axe had been launched at her head, missing her by inches as it embedded into the wall beside her head. At that point, she just froze. Luis having to step in to finish off the infected man before he launched another. Never in her entirely life had she had a close brush with death like that. Even when handling pathogens and experimentations, there were safety precautions put in place, ways to ensure the minimum risk of danger. Out here, there was no such thing.

"Oh, come on, pollito, give me a smile." Pollito? She knew some basics of the language to know what it meant. [Name] knew she wasn't the bravest but this was her first time in a situation as dire as this. She wasn't that bad of a coward to be called a chicken, was she? Embarrassment coiled inside her, chocking out the fear and clotting up in its place.

Her eyes tore away from Luis and looked down, pulling out some green and red herbs they got earlier, crushing them up to combine them together into a vial. They had shown to have some unique properties regarding healing, and often were of great use to them. She shuffled over to Leon and set the vial beside him without a word and turned to the small map they had, outlining the island and isolated sections.

They had to cross the lake still, now that they had the fuel for it. Luis having been trying to speak to her only to receive dry, short responses, if not a hum of some degree. Confusion painted his face at her sudden silent treatment. Leon told them to quickly check the surrounding shacks for supplies while he got the boat ready.

[Name] forced open some boxes and picked up any loose bullets or herbs that she found. The door to the small shack softly thudded as Luis stood there, his grey eyes locked onto her, swirling with a mix of concern and confusion.

"[Name], what's the matter? You've been awfully quiet." His question was only responded by a plain "nothing", that didn't satisfy his question at all. He walked over to her, closing the distance between them and had her look at him. "Tell me the truth, pollito."

Another wave of humiliation hit her and she could feel the light sting of tears threatening to build up behind her eyes. She couldn't cry now. "Look, I try my best here. I'm not used to this shit, those things out there! I'm a researcher who spent most of my career behind a desk or counter, not out in the field surrounded by murdererous madmen!"

Luis looked at her, listening to her pour out the built up concerns and worries. "So, I'm sorry that I'm a chicken but you have to get it." A moment passed before Luis softly chuckled at this. His warm smile lifting his face.

"[Name], pollito is a term of endearment for my family. We use it as a pet name or nickname, I'm not insulting you." He leaned against the table a bit, resting his weight. "I never once insulted your bravery. If anything, it's impressive."

His words cut through her, filling her chest with a pleasant comforting warmth, purging away the humiliation pestering her but moments ago. Luis smiled at her, noting her shoulders relax slightly as she took in what he said. He wasn't insulting her. He was just calling her a pet name.

"....oh." That was all she could say. She did feel a little silly now. Luis simply walked over and gently tilted her head up to him, a playful glimmer in his eyes.

"Do you think you can give me a smile, pollito?" He hummed. [Name] lifted her lips, giving him a small smile.

"Ah, there we go."

#luis sera #luis serra navarro #luis serra x reader #luis sera x reader #luis serra #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil luis #resident evil luis serra

[maddiviner]

I saw you had posted about angels. Do you know anything about Angel Numbers? I see 888 and 555 a lot recently. I never saw them before moving to the east coast for school. Now they’re everywhere.

I’m not trying to upset or offend, but I’m very critical of the whole “angel numbers” concept.

Don’t get me wrong. Synchronicities can hold great meaning for a magical practitioner, and these synchronicities can involve a series of numbers that repeats in your life. I’ll even tacitly admit that these synchronicities could sometimes be a spirit’s handiwork, trying to get your attention.

The angel numbers thing oversimplifies this to an extreme. I’ve looked into it, mostly because everyone was pushing it so hard back in 2017-ish. It all just… seemed like platitudes. These folks would see the numbers, rush to the internet and google the “meaning” which was usually something like “Good things are coming,” or “you’re raising your vibration,” etc. It rarely provides actionable information.

This image was circulating on Facebook awhile back, to give you an idea of how angel numbering works in practice. The majority of these angel numbers apparently mean that your life is awesome, good things are coming, angels are all around you, and you’re very special. There’s a few that waffle around about how the person needs to “finish something” or “reconnect with spirituality.” Very broad statements, none too bad, and even the vaguely negative ones end with something upbeat like “things are getting exciting!”

I prefer systems of spirit communication (or divination) that account for the full spectrum of human experience. Imagine trying to do a Tarot reading with all the possibly-negative cards removed. You would receive an incomplete, sugarcoated picture of the situation, likely to do more harm than good.

A few sites out there do give negative (or at least less-than-positive) meanings for these numbers. The few negative “angel number” definitions I’ve seen are equal to the positive ones in their vagueness, and, again, usually give no real actionable information. All in all, the “angel number” concept often amounts to toxic positivity and spiritual bypassing. Ignoring the negative aspects won’t make them go away, you’ll miss a lot.

In my earlier Enochian reading list, I linked to a magician’s memoir of magic in the late 1980s. There’s a particularly disturbing moment described therein where repeating numbers (particularly 333) appear.

Rather than being a sign that “the ascend masters are nearby, you’re in great hands,” it was the prelude to absolute chaos. In the Enochian system of angelic magic (which the magicians in the memoir work within), the number 333 has a more sinister meaning. In fact, it’s associated with the demon Choronzon! I screenshotted part of that book - pretty ominous, eh? It’s a far cry from being in great hands! (Pardon the Wikipedia link. It may be a Wiki but it does give a good overview.)

(Sorry for the weird highlighting all over the book. I started doing it in college and never kicked the habit. It’s the best way (for me) to absorb what I read. Typically I use OpenDyslexic, too, which helps, but I changed the font so that it would be more legible for y’all.)

Goes to show you that the “meanings” of these repeating numbers are going to vary depending on what system you’re working in and what symbolism rattles around in your head. The lists and websites about “angel numbers” won’t acknowledge that, though. In fact, very few give any references as to where these meanings are coming from at all. With that in mind, why trust “angel numbers” as a concept?

I can see on Google that a could of sites are claiming that “angel numbers” is an ancient concept dating back to Pythagoras. Yeah, no. Pythagoras had nothing to do with “angel numbers.” Rather, Pythagoras is the founder of a school of numerology. While I’d consider the “angel numbers” concept to be a a (warped) form of numerology, it’s utterly unlike what Pythagoras actually taught.

In reality, of course, Pythagoras was a philosopher, mathematician, and a legit mystic. He conjured a complex system of numerology, and it endures today in some circles. It’s way different than those angel numbers, though! Have a look! This particular page, by the unbeatable Benebell Wen, focuses on using numerology to find your “life path” number, which can then be analyzed alongside other numerological values,

Notice that the meanings are compartmental, meant to be understood within a wider context. They also have both positive and negative aspects of each number listed. The negative aspects are actually negative. Life path numbers are described in terms like arrogant, bossy, argumentative, codependent, egocentric.. and yet, also with positive qualities, such as leadership skills, a nurturing mindset, a strong work ethic, a propensity to help the less fortunate, etc. Other life paths get described as artists, fighters, leaders

Pythagorus’s numerology proper gives the spirits a lot of vocabulary for communicating with you. A spirit trying to warn you of something, for example, might do it more easily with this traditional Pythagorean numerology than through angel numbers.

Above is a clip from the article on Pythagorean numerology, discussing various “life paths.” You’ve got the good, the bad and the ugly traits listed for life paths one and two. The rest of the nine paths are treated with an equal degree of balance. While this particular numerology page doesn’t provide as much info on Pythagoras himself, it’s obviously a far cry from “the microwave said 3:33, it means the ascend masters are around me,” or the usual “good things coming soon” vibe of most angel numbers.

In other words, Pythagorean numerology has little to do with angel numbers and the New Agers should probably stop saying he “discovered angel numbers” or trying to link him to them in any way. He was a mathematician in addition to his philosophical work, and he did teach that the universe could be reduced to numbers ultimately, but that’s a far cry from the angel number mythos.That site I just linked has a lot of other good information, too. I really like Benebell’s work.

Ironically, as I’m writing this, I see that the clock says 3:33 am, but I doubt I’ll post it until later today. I recognize synchronicities are real and may even be messages from specific spirits, but I don’t believe this angel number concept is the best paradigm for approaching them. There’s nothing challenging about it, nothing to get your blood flowing, no liminal push, no impetus to grow. Just “expect the highest good,” and “your vibration is rising,” etc.

Again, I hope this doesn’t offend too many people.

I’m not trying to be mean or insult people who actually do like the angel numbers concept. I just really dislike it, for the reasons I’ve given. If you’re fond of it, it’s just something we’ll have to agree to disagree about. I gotta admit, I question the discernment involved. I don’t think indulging in the concept makes you a bad person or anything like that.

After all, you’re not exactly harming another person by fiddling with these angel numbers. I’m just saying that from my perspective (which was requested), angel numbers can sometimes promote toxic positivity and spiritual bypassing. And I do think there’s better paradigms for learning numerology out there. I’m sure there’s books on numerology in various cultures that give actual details unlike angel number memes.

Most of my numerology studies (smallish, my main interests are elsewhere) came form books that weren’t about numerology, but had a section or two about it.

If anyone else has any thoughts, feel free to reblog with them…

Anyways, my personal favorite angel number is 420 I guess. 🤣

#witchcraft #witchblr #angel #angel numbers #angels #witch #enochian #spiritual bypassing #toxic positivity #synchronicity #eliza.txt #magic

[heartofspells]

Tuesday Snip Snip

For not other reason than the fact that I want to share this.

Tagging: @tracingpatternswrites @spikybanana @maybebabyplease

Harry is seated against the wall, knees drawn up towards his chest, wedged just behind the door. He's got a piece of paper pressed on top of a book, a pencil scribbling doodles over the surface, his head bowed. The boy shrugs one shoulder, not instantly responding.

Crouching down in front of him, Sirius cranes his neck, peering at the drawings.

"What're you making?"

Green eyes half-hidden behind glasses flicker up to Sirius' face before dropping again.

"Treasure map," he mumbles.

"Ah," breathes Sirius, shifting around until he's beside his godson. "What's the treasure?"

Harry glances at him from the corner of his eye, his head dipping further over the paper, his scribbles increasing.

"Mum wouldn't let me have any of the biscuits she made earlier for after dinner," says Harry, voice lowering to a near whisper, like he's sharing the most precious of secrets. "So, I took the whole tin and hid it."

Biting the inside of his cheek, Sirius tries his best not to laugh. A small hiccup escapes before he can rein it in, and Harry's shoulders relax a little.

"I see." Sirius pauses for a second before his eyebrows lift high on his forehead. "Hang on a tick, you're not only punishing your mum by nicking them. Those were meant for me, too!"

"I'm going to give her the map so she's got a chance to find them," says Harry, sounding unconcerned.

"And if she doesn't? You gonna share the hiding place with me?" questions Sirius, titling his head down, trying to catch the boy's gaze.

Harry looks up at him, silently evaluating, his eyebrows pinching together with deep consideration.

"Are you going to tell her?"

Sirius mimes locking his lips together, swearing himself to secrecy. His godson's reaction is slow but worth the wait, his grin spreading and stretching, green eyes crinkling in their corners. Leaning closer, Sirius tugs his wand free, tapping the tip to the piece of paper. He mumbles a spell, all of Harry's carefully placed details vanishing from sight.

"What did you do?" cries Harry, immediately upset, but Sirius holds his finger to his lips when a furious and accusing green gaze pins on him, silently quieting his godson.

Touching his wand to the paper again, Sirius says clearly, "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good." The map reappears, and Harry blinks at it in wonder. "Give her a bit of an extra challenge, eh?"

"Wow," breathes Harry, and Sirius chuckles, arm draping over the boy's shoulders as they sit together in the shadow of the still open door.

"You never did tell me why you're hiding here," broaches Sirius after a little while as Harry continues working on his map.

Harry scowls at the paper. "Mum and Dad were talking," he mutters. One of his lines digs in deeper than necessary, nearly tearing the page. "That's all they ever do now is talk. Talk, talk, talk. And they always make me leave."

Arm tightening around his godson's shoulders, Sirius looks up, gaze travelling the space, coming to rest on the firmly closed kitchen door a distance away where he can hear muffled voices. Sirius isn't surprised that it had finally come to this, the separation of his friends, something he'd known for years they'd probably been hurtling towards all while they'd ignored it. And it's not as though he'd wanted or hoped for it, because he hadn't, no matter what others might believe of him, at least those that know some semblance of the truth.

Lily and James together had been a stunning thing, beauty written out in stanzas like poetry. In so many ways, they'd been right, a wholesome duo, that power couple all others try desperately to compete with and always seem to fail. And Sirius had backed them from day one, stood tall and proud at their wedding, at least to outwardly watching eyes. If James was happy, if Lily was happy, then Sirius had convinced himself to be happy for them, to forever support their choices in life because he loves them both. He hadn't wanted this.

He'd wanted this even less for Harry. His parents divided, no longer living under the same roof, constantly falling into arguments that have likely grown and spread for years. The only life he'd ever known is now gone, leaving him hurt and confused, masking it with anger and blame towards the one person who remains the closest, his mother always around like a waiting punching bag, Lily taking it with all the graceful, resilient stride born into her, trying her very best not to rock her son's boat more than it already has been.

"That's boring stuff," says Sirius, clearing his throat as Harry's pencil pauses on his paper. "Adults like me, like your mum and dad, we've all got a penchant for doing that, have you noticed? We talk about things you've got no interest in. You don't want to be part of that, do you? Even I find it dull and I'm an adult!"

Scowling down at his drawing, Harry's hand begins to move again, creating carefully dotted lines through a cleverly crafted jungle that was once his home. His expression remains dark, mouth tugging down deeply at the corners, shoulders unforgiving beneath Sirius' arm.

"They're fighting," he utters in a foul tone. His head lifts, blazing green eyes burning into Sirius' face, accusing and incriminating. "They make me leave because they start fighting and they don't want me to hear it. But I still hear it. They're doing it now."

Silence falls between them, other sounds meeting their ears, the muffled voices behind the kitchen door no longer soft but loud. James' voice rumbles, nearly vibrating the floor, Lily's higher pitched and furious. Harry tenses and jolts at a particularly explosive shout, Sirius following suit alongside him.

"Hm," hums Sirius. "Yeah, I can see that now." Shifting beside Harry, Sirius tilts his head back against the wall, licking over the backs of his teeth. "Well, Haz, there's nothing for it, really," he says, his own voice rising, carrying outwards. "Your parents sometimes forget they're not children any longer, but maybe they should stop acting like giant bleeding yobs and remember that not only do they have company invited into their house, but they also have a wonderful son listening to every single horrendously immature word they're lobbing at one another."

The voices in the kitchen die quickly, the embarrassment permeating from behind the closed door palpable. Harry looks up at Sirius in the quiet that descends, Sirius quirking an easy smile when his eyes flicker to his godson, who practically beams at him.

#prongsfoot epic #(not an epic) #snippet #sirius and harry #my writing #holli writes

[lildrabbles]

Chapter 5: Getting to know each other

2007! Raph x Female! Reader

Summary: It's been a long day, but you finally get to know more about the turtle.

Warnings: swearing

A/N: sorry for not updating in a couple days! Kinda forget about it, but I just needed to add a couple more things then I was done!

You were extremely tired by the time you got home. You had to take the subway, which was as usual, full of sketch heads. You fumbled with your keys when you arrived at your apartment door. You heard a door open from down the hall, making you look up. It was your nosey neighbour, Brenda.

"Oh hello there!" She smiled happily.

You smiled to be polite. "Hello Brenda." You quickly got back to fumbling with the lock so you didn't have to talk to her.

"So have you heard the news about this Nightwatcher? I think it's just crazy!" She said, walking over right beside you.

You cringed a little. "O-oh, yeah, it is crazy.."

"Well I personally think he should just stop, I mean it's the police job to do that kind of stuff! He's just putting more people in danger!" She exclaimed.

"Mmhmm.." You nodded before finally getting the key in the hole. "Well, I gotta get going-"

"And that whole thing about the police chase last night was absurd!"

"Yeah haha, ok I gotta-"

"Oh! And that new restaurant that opened in town, you and I should totally go some time for a girl's night!"

"Yes that would be great, but I really have to get going now." You finally managed to finish a sentence.

"Oh yeah of course, of course! Have a good night, hun!" She then turned away, flipping her hair as she walked back down the hall.

You groaned quietly as you walked in your apartment, slipping your shoes off as you relocked your door. You looked around. "Raph?" You called out, half expecting no answer.

To your surprise, you heard a "Through here!" With the gruff, Manhattan accent you had already somehow gotten used to, despite it only being a day.

You walked through to the living room to find him sprawled out on the couch looking at his sais.

"You're still here?" A hint of surprise in your voice.

"You said to stay, didn't ya?" He quirked an eyebrow up.

"Well yeah, I just didn't expect you to..."

"Listen? Yeah I get told that a lot." He said before throwing his sais down on the coffee table, then sitting up, winching a little but otherwise was fine.

You walked over and sat beside him. "What did you do all day?"

Raph shrugged. "Nothing really... I uh, took a bath earlier, if you don't mind."

"No of course not!" You smiled up at him.

He smiled a little back at you, before clearing his voice and looking away. "How was work?" He asked with a gruff voice.

"Eh, tiring." You shrugged, leaning back. He nodded. Silence fell over the both of you, until you decided to break it.

"So um.. when are you planning to go back to the sewers?"

"Depends, when will Doc Y/N declare me healthy again?" He smirked a little.

You giggled. "Well, you still need to let it heal, but... I mean, if your family is worried then it must be best to go back. Do you have first aid down there?"

He nodded. "Yeah, Don has some."

You looked up at him questioningly.

"Oh, he's uh, my brother. My other one is Mikey."

"Didn't you mention something about another brother?"

"Hm?" He furrowed his brows.

"Well, last night you said 'my brother's are probably worried about them, 2 of them at least' or something like that. So do you have more than 2 other brothers?"

He chuckled. "Well, aren't you observant?" He sighed. "My other brother, he's the oldest, his name is Leo, but.. he left a while ago, and I think he aint coming back for a while. Cuz he has to be 'worthy' or some shit." He scoffed.

"Oh..." You didn't wanna pry too much cuz he seemed upset about it, so you moved on with a different question. "So are you all turtles?"

Raph nodded. "Yep. Mutated freaks. Well, I guess there's my dad, too."

"Is he a turtle too?"

"Ah... no, actually. He's not our biological father, um... he's a mutated rat. We're just a family of mutants."

Your eyes widened a little. "Oh!" You then smiled. "Tell me more!"

He grinned a little, happy to finally have someone to talk to.

You both ended up talking for hours, asking each other questions. Raph knew he could trust you. Which was weird cuz he didn't usually ever trust anyone. But there was just someone about you that... he knew he could trust with his and his family's secret.

It was starting to get dark by the time you started running out of questions to ask.

You finally sighed. "Well, you probably wanna be heading back down to the sewers, huh?"

"Eh, yeah probably.. don't wanna worry my brother's TOO much." Raph chuckled.

You stood up and smiled. "Give me a minute, I have something for you and your family."

You then walked over to your kitchen area behind the counter, grabbing a random bag along the way. You started to pack some extra food you had, and some snacks for them as well as some drinks. You then grabbed a small piece of paper, writing your name and phone number on it before sticking it in the bag with the rest of the goods.

You quickly ran to your bathroom to grab your first aid kit and grabbed some extra bandages and gauze and ran back to stick them in the bag as well, just in case they ran out. When you were finished, you handed the bag to him.

He looked dumbfounded."Uh... Y/N this is great but I can't accept this, what about you-"

"Don't worry about me silly, I can buy stuff, you can't. Just... please, take it. My numbers in there too... j-just in case of an emergency or..."

"Or?" Raph tilted his head in confusion.

"... or maybe if you ever wanted to hang out again. You seem like a nice guy, and I would love to see you again other than just the news." You giggled a little.

He blushed a little. "Uh, y-yeah, I would like that too." He smiled. Actually being referred to as a guy and not a turtle mutant freak gave him a funny but enjoyable feeling in his stomach. After he realised what was happening he cleared his voice. "Well i best get going.."

"Right! Right.." You smiled awkwardly up at him while walking him to your window.

Before he stepped out onto the fire escape, he looked back at you. "And uh... I guess I should thank you, Y/N. You saved my life."

"And you saved mine." You smiled. "Ok go, before someone gets suspicious."

He smirked before jumping out, then somehow jumping off the railing and onto the ground on his feet, stumbling a little as the hand holding the bag came up to grasp at his wound. You heard him mutter "fck!", before running off into the night and disappearing into the shadows. You worried about him, but you knew he would be fine.

#raphael tmnt #raphael #2007 tmnt #2007 raph #2007 raph x reader #Tmnt x reader #tmnt 2007 #tmnt raphael #raphael x reader #raphael x you

[bitchinbarzal]

does there ever become a fight between tate and ethan where she pulls the “you’re not my actual dad” card? i just know ethan would be so distraught and wouldn’t talk for hours

You walked in just as it happened, you can hear them shouting at one another and before you can walk in and ask what’s wrong Tate screams

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real dad!”

The house goes silent, you walk in and look between them. Ethan’s speechless and looks like he’s about to cry and Tate is filled with regret.

“Tatum James, I suggest you go up to your bedroom right now” you mumble.

She looks at you “But mom-“

“Now!”

You walk over to console Ethan but he brushes you off, clearly too upset. He mumbles something about going to the rink.

Finn emerges from the play room “Quiet now?”

“Yeah baby, come here” You sit on the couch with him, rocking him back and forth and playing with his hair “Gosh Finn, what are we gonna do with them?”

Finnley ends up convincing you to order pizza for for dinner, convince is a strong word — he said “pizza” and you were sold because you couldn’t say no to that sweet face.

“Tate, dinner!” You call her down from her room.

She’s standing at the kitchen island looking at the pizza on the counter “We only got cheese? What about pepperoni?”

You shrug “it’s only you and Ethan who like Pepperoni and you can’t eat a pizza yourself sunshine, you like cheese anyway eh?”

Tate shuffles uncomfortably in her seat “He’s not eating dinner with us?”

“Baby he’s not here, he left earlier” you say, giving the two their plates.

Tate’s pretty quiet the rest of the night, you bathe Finn and put him to bed before seeing that Tate has gotten herself ready.

You push open her door to find her on the phone, you frown. She knows she shouldn’t be on the phone this late and the phone is for family only and emergencies not friends.

“Dad, I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean I was really mad but I’ve cleaned my room now, I did it will you come home now? Daddy please… you said you’d never leave” she’s sobbing “please daddy…”

You rush in behind her, sitting on the bed and pulling her into your arms. You hang up the voicemail for her and hold her. She continues to cry into your hoodie

“I didn’t mean it”

“I know baby, I know”

“He left”

“He’ll come home”

“He can’t leave”

“He’s not leaving us”

This wasn’t Ethan’s fault, you knew that. This was her dad’s fault, for leaving her and now she lived in fear. You wanted to cry for her.

“I’m here baby, you’re never alone I’ve got you”

“I want my daddy”

#tate’s world

[xxlady-lunaxx]

I like your scars | {SaneGiyuu}

Theme: Fluff :3

Note: Yk that one audio? Smth that goes like, "I like your scars" 'M-Mine?' "Yeah." 'I like your smile!' 

or smth but i forget the whole thing 😭

Anyways, partially inspired by that, and some videos I was watching earlier

-They're already dating!

-Probably OOC Giyuu bc the videos influenced me to make Giyuu so sassy 😃

-Also a little Nemi insecurity :3

-...and slightly OOC Sanemi at some points because... they're both shit at being fluffy when it comes to words, so at this point this is just what I want to say to a future lover but somewhat in their personalities... 😋

Giyuu rest his forehead on Sanemi's, their breaths interweaving together. It was silent as the two lovers lay together in a single futon, holed up in Giyuu's house as snow fell outside; the temperature dropping by the second.

"Giyuu?" Sanemi asked, after a beat.

Giyuu hummed in assent, his hand resting on Sanemi's jaw, his thumb tracing the scars on his boyfriend's face. "What is it?"

"Does my appearence not hinder your ability to... stay attracted to me?" Sanemi murmured uncertainly.

"Not at all. I like your scars," Giyuu said, a small smile brightening his face. He placed a loving kiss on the scar running across Sanemi's cheek.

"People tell me I'm scary when they see me. They run away. I can't assure people as well when I'm on my missions given of how they react..." Sanemi paused. "No one minds your presence, though. It's comforting."

Giyuu laughed gently, shaking his head. Sanemi watched him carefully.

"Sanemi, people think I'm too quiet. People say you're too loud. They say what they want, but their opinions don't matter, do they? I think... you shouldn't listen to them. They don't know you. You're kind and pretty and cute," Giyuu said, booping Sanemi's nose. "Either they're too traumatized by the demons to notice or they've got something terribly wrong with their eyesight."

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "But as you said, it's their opinion. How is your opinion so different from theirs when so many of theirs is... negative? And I'm not cute, by the way," he said, huffing.

"Hmm, I think you are. You're just proving me right," Giyuu said. "And, to answer your question, it's an opinion, remember? Theirs may be highly defective but trust me to say that I believe my words truly. What I say may be different than others but what I'm saying is also how I feel, how I see you and what I think of you. I love you, Sanemi, and nothing can changed that."

There was a silence for a minute, one of processing as the Wind Hashira pondered this.

"Mm... Then, I like your smile," Sanemi said finally, his voice quiet.

Giyuu chuckled softly, shaking his head in wonder. "And where might that have come from?"

"You kept complimenting me!! If I didn't compliment you, I'd feel bad," Sanemi whined.

"Fine. Why do you like my smile? Kocho-San says it's unsightful and that I shouldn't smile much," Giyuu said, frowning slightly.

"Well, Kocho's opinions are also deeply flawed then. I think it's wonderful. And more so by the fact that I rarely get to see it." Sanemi kissed him tenderly, as if he had to be careful, else Giyuu would break. "But if you smiled more often that would be just as lovely. You look so alive when you smile."

"Do I look like a dead fish when I don't?" Giyuu teased. 

"Nah, you're still adorable when you don't," Sanemi insisted. "Where the hell did 'dead fish' come from, though?"

Giyuu shrugged, moving to wrap his arms around Sanemi. "Some of the other Hashira have called me that before, I think. You did too, no? Before we started dating?"

Sanemi groaned. "Noo, don't remind me, I feel so bad about that..." 

"Don't be, I really was—am?—like one. Also, you hated me then so... sort of justified. And I did conspire ways to get back at all of you when I was particularily upset," Giyuu said, smirking at the thought.

"Oh? That makes me feel so much better," Sanemi said sarcastically. "What were these conspiracies, then?"

"Eh, stupid shit. Mostly just insults."

"Right. I didn't hate you, by the way," Sanemi said. 

"No? I thought you hated me with a, and I quote, 'burning passion,'" Giyuu said, giggling. 

"Oh, fuck off... No, well, I was irritated with you but I didn't 'hate you with a burning passion,'" Sanemi said with a sigh. "I hate myself for saying that, it was so cringy."

"Mmhm, it was funny," Giyuu murmured. "You know, after it all happened and I looked back on it. Why'd I annoy you, though? Was I that irritating?"

"Nah," Sanemi said, conspiciously not elaborating.

"Then... what?"

Sanemi grumbled, slinking down under the covers, his head obscured by the blanket and Giyuu's arms. He nestled himself into Giyuu's embrace, resting his forehead on the Water Hashira's chest. 

"You were so damn cool," Sanemi murmured, his voice muffled by the clothing. "I admired you so much it hurt. I pretended to hate you because it made it easier to cope with the fact that I liked you."

Giyuu raised an eyebrow at nothing, tucking his chin in to look down at the bundle of Sanemi wrapped in his arms.

"That's... cute," Giyuu said, laughing suddenly.

"Hey!! Don't laugh!" Sanemi said, jolting up, his face flushed as he bonked Giyuu lightly with his head.

"I'm sorry!! I'm sorry, I just can't imagine you admiring me. Or, like... Liking me at all. Before, at least," Giyuu said, pulling Sanemi up to his level again. 

Sanemi averted his eyes, his cheeks dusted pink in embarrassment. "Fuck, I was falling for you," Sanemi mumbled. "My ass couldn't admit it, though." 

"Well, it all turned out well," Giyuu said, kissing him. 

"Mhm, and now I've got a hot ass boyfriend who's never going to let this fact down. My money's on the fact that you'll bring it whenever you have a chance just to embarrass me," Sanemi said, pouting. 

"Awee, but you get so flustered easily, it's too cute not to..." Giyuu said.

"Hmm, right. Tell me how you fell for me," Sanemi said confidently, wanting Giyuu to be humiliated as well.

"Let me think back a bit," Giyuu said, resting his head on Sanemi's, closing his eyes. "I think... a couple months before I asked you out."

"How did you decide to ask me out, thought? Were you contemplating it for months?" Sanemi asked, laughing. 

"No, I wasn't going to tell you until..." Giyuu paused. "I don't know. I had this... spark. I think it was something you said."

The Hashira went silent again, lost in their thoughts. 

"Was it the time some bitch came and asked me out?" Sanemi asked, after a long moment. "A week or two before you asked me, some... demon slayer girl? She went up to me and asked me out. Fuck, I turned her down in an instant because my mind was on you, of all people... And she was ugly."

Giyuu snorted. "She was not, don't say that, Sanemi," he chastised.

"She was!! Especially the way she ran off crying after—don't tell me you feel bad for her? She literally avoided my eyes when she asked. You, on the other hand. Your ass walked up to me all, 'Hey Shinazugawa, wanna go out?' I'm going to be honest, you took me so off guard." Sanemi sighed, reminising. "It was a good type, though. You were so confident, somehow. Like, your eyes stayed on mine the whole time and were so..." 

His voice trailed off in thought and the silence slipped back into the room for a second.

"Sanemi?"

"Yes?"

"I wasn't confident, really. But I do think it was the fact that you turned down the girl that I asked you out finally. Partially, at least. I was hopeful because you'd turned her down, and... she was, you know, female? I was hoping it was because you were attracted to men. That, and I hadn't stopped loving you after several months," Giyuu concluded. "I guess I gave up on trying to rid the feeling."

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "Months," he scoffed. "I'd been trying to stop loving you for a fucking year. Hell, I just pretended to myself that I didn't like you. Good job."

"Eh? For what?" Giyuu asked.

"If you hadn't asked me out, I would've pretended I hated you for the rest of my life," Sanemi said, almost annnoyed at himself. "I'm a coward sometimes."

"Sometimes?" Giyuu teased.

Sanemi glared at him. "Alright, enough talk, let's sleep," he said, wrapping his arms around Giyuu's waist and closing his eyes.

"Hey, it's not my fault you started the conversation in the first place!" Giyuu protested, though he had a smile wavering on his face.

"Oh, fuck off. How did I start it?!" Sanemi complained. 

"You asked if your scars made me not like you," Giyuu said, kissing Sanemi's forehead.

"Mm. I forgot."

"I know."

Another lapse of silence drew on (this is getting annoying, isn't it....) and for a moment, Giyuu assumed Sanemi was falling asleep. 

But then he said, "And if you're wondering, there was nothing that made me ask you that. I was just... looking in the mirror yesterday."

"Oh." Giyuu paused. "But you look... gorgeous. What, was the mirror broken?"

Sanemi, whose head had been previously smushed against Giyuu's chest, looked up. "It was working perfectly fine, that's why," he said. "I can't bear to look at myself sometimes. Reminds me what I've gone through."

"Hmm, think about instead how much you've braved through, then? Or lived through? And you still look hot as hell??" Giyuu said, grinning slightly.

"Yeah... no. And... I didn't brave through shit. I literally just told you that I'm a coward," Sanemi deadpanned.

"We were talking about a completely different thing!!" he insisted. "And you did brave through it. It's not really being all fearless, it's about overcoming it."

"Look at you, being all wordy and practical," Sanemi said, grumbling. "Fine, if you want to give me a pep-talk, I'll accept it so you don't continue."

"Alright," Giyuu murmured. 

"Let's sleep now, 'kay? I want rest if I have to do my missions in dead-winter," Sanemi said, closing his eyes again as he rested his head against his boyfriend's body.

"Mmhm, love you, sleep well," the ravenette said quietly, placing another kiss on Sanemi's cheek.

"Love you too."

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I HOPE THIS ONESHOT WAS SATISFACTORY AND I TOTALLY DIDN'T AT ONE POINT LOOK BACK AND REALIZE I WROTE SILENCE AS SILENECE, LOVE YOU ALL!!!! (i almost forgot how much I love fluff bc I keep clinging onto angst)

#kny #sillyness #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #fluff #angst #sanegiyuu #sanemi x giyuu #sanemi shinazugawa #giyuu tomioka #ds #hashira #fluffyyyy #floof #cute #sillies #i love them #shinazugawa sanemi #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x sanemi #tomioka giyuu x shinazugawa sanemi #gay #lil gay bois #i loved writing this #weeee #idfk #hmmmmm #cuties frfr #<333 #love them

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In the Bleak Midspring | Steve Harrington (Part 2)

Summary: Spring break comes and the thought of catching up with your boyfriend in Hawkins may include saving the world and heart break.

Read Part 1 of In the Bleak Midspring here.

Read Part 3 of In the Bleak Midspring here.

May contain ST4 Vol 2 spoiler. Read at you’re own risk. 

You’ve been warned.

a/n: I’ve received so many good feedback and has been asking to write part which a truly intend doing so. anyway, let’s just pretend vol 2 heartbreaks did not happen. okay? :)

I tried to ignore what just happened and made my way on the RV as if nothing happens and I made sure that I am literally feet away from Steve Harrington.

Max asked me if I was okay and I just tell her that I am going to be okay what we need to do and focus right now is to defeat One and help her survive this. She told me again about how, "boys sucks" and "you didn't need him Y/N you can fight for yourself" and also how sorry she was about the attitude Steve had earlier.

"You don't need to be sorry for him," I said as climbed to the RV with spear in my hand.

"He might be just stressed out but he did raise his voice Y/N that's the thing I find unacceptable. Because who give him the right to shout at you." Max continues to reason out, "But are you gonna break up with him and like move to New York literally?"

"Hey, even we broke up doesn't mean I'll forget you Max and even with those nasty dingus," Max and I laughed, "I'll still get to visit you here or I can fly you out to New York."

"We didn't break up Max just to be clear." Steve interrupted and as he tries to look for something.

I backed away as soon as he entered the RV and made my way to the end and tried to settle myself.

"Harrington, what the hell are you looking for?" Eddie said as he pushed Steve on the side to make his way to where am I seated.

"Probably keys?" Dustin joked, "Or he'll say sorry to Y/N."

"Really Henderson?" "For real Dustin?" Steve and I said in unison.

"Damn Eddie, look at that still their brains still work the same. Though I can say Y/N is still far better than Steve." Dustin added as he force his way on the window side making me like a spread over a sandwich with Eddie on my left.

Steve just glared at him like a mom telling her son to shut up. "Okay, that was just a joke Steve to relieve the tension over your lovers quarrel, isn't that right Y/N?"

I just rolled my eyes and Steve stood still as his gaze never left mine.

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We dropped Max and the Sinclair's at the Creel's house.

I followed Max as she exited the RV. I removed her headphones, "Be careful and don't let him take over your memory. Whatever happened happens. Don't blame yourself over the things we can't control."

Max nodded, "You too, Y/N. Be careful. I'll see you after this."

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I stayed still between Eddie and Dustin when Eddie started talking, "You know I think he's just upset that you preferred to be in our group instead of his. But kinda eh -" he gestures his hand, "to say those things."

"I know, I just don't want to be with him especially when we're about to go to an alternate Hawkins."

"But he really loves you, you know. Just don't look forward but he's been checking the rear view mirror every now and then checking if you're okay or not." Eddie stated as he fixes his spear.

I chuckled, "I don't know about that Eds, but when you're talking about your future to your ex it doesn't sound convincing as you wanted it to be."

"What do you mean by that, Y/N?" That grabbed Dustin's attention as he dropped his spear and make shift nailed shield. He cupped my face, "Y/N, tell me!" He said almost shouting.

That immediately grabbed the attention of Robin, Nancy and especially Steve, "Hey guys, are you okay back there?" Steve inquired as he looked over the rear view mirror.

"Yeah, what do you mean about that Y/N?" Eddie questioned as his posture shifted to me.

"Are you guys okay?" Robin said in a slow word by word as she stood up and made her way to the back of the RV.

"Halt Buckley, halt. That's an order." Eddie ordered.

"You guys are not funny anymore." Steve said in a worried tone as he faces us. His eyes met mine. "Eyes on the road, Harrington. We still got couple of miles to our destination."

He sighed in defeat but followed my request, "You can just say, "Eyes on the road, Steve." I'm not asking for any sort of endearment like babe, love or what but using my last name. Kinda harsh." He mumbled.

"You were kinda harsh to her earlier Steve. So, just understand the sentiment." Robin commented as she patted his shoulder.

"So what happened?" Eddie inquired in a whisper.

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We arrived at Trailer Park and walked toward Eddie's trailer.

"You know he's all might and glory about how he bought you to the Skull Island and kept arguing about me about the location, he keep saying, "I make this make out spot popular." Or some shit like, "I had Y/N over here for a couple of times." It was so annoying." Dustin said dramatically as we walk to Eddie's trailer.

"But they found me, I guess he did brought you there a couple of times Y/N. Huh?" Eddie smacked my shoulder lightly.

"Yeah, the tales were out and about when we rescue Eddie there Y/N. Like Steve we're like, "This is the right direction" or shit but my man still delivers us to Skull Rock." Robin added.

I tried to reminisce about those times but I was clouded by with my thoughts again. "I don't know about that, haven't been there." I lied I'm just trying to pass whatever pain Steve gave me today.

The group fell silence for a moment, "Okay, enough of that. Let's just finish this." Said Nancy as we entered Eddie's home.

I saw the gate and it was small enough compared to what we have encountered before, "Yeah, it's like a snack size than the other gate that I saw." I murmured as I looked up.

"Right? It's a snack size but you kept laughing when I describe it to you." Steve said as he stand next to me. I looked at him for a second or two before walking over to Dustin and Eddie.

"You could have just said sorry, Steve." Robin whispered to him, "Shut it Robin," he looked at me, "I'll go first." Steve climbed the rope.

"Next?" Robin asked. Eddie pushed me to the rope, "Okay, Y/N is next."

I climbed the rope as Eddie supported me. It's so fucking weird to be upside down. But before I let go Steve gave me this look that assured me that everything will be fine. I dropped my back to the matters and landed safely.

"Oof." I closed my eyes as I fall. Steve offered his hand to help me up but I choose to roll over to the opposite side and get back with my feet on my own.

"Hey, are you okay?" He walks towards me but I back off every step he takes.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"We'll give you three minutes max to talk whatever shit happened today, Steve and Y/N and it starts now." Dustin shouted over the other dimension.

"We don't need it, just make your way -" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Thanks man." Steve answered. "Hey, stop backing away from me, I'm not gonna hurt you." He tried to reach me but I secured and crossed my arms into my chest.

"What do you want?"

"Talk."

"About?" I asked

"About us." He said.

"What about us?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Can you just please stop backing away from me?" He requested, I stopped, "Thank you."

I rolled my eyes, "We're just wasting mere seconds here, Harrington,"

"It's Steve." He corrected me.

"Max needs our help just let them go here so that this shit will be done."

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. About earlier especially raising my voice, I know how much you hated it but I'm so stressed and tired which is not a valid excuse about what I've done and I'm also sorry about the things that make you feel like this, I don't know what is it but I'm really really so so sorry about it. I just want you to be my side when I fight this monster because it'll give me peace and assurance that you're okay because if it's there anything that will happen to you I don't know what will I do, heck, even explain to your parents what happened why I failed to protect you. It's not about protecting Hawkins Y/N, it's all about you. If you tell me this time at this moment to back away about this stupid mission I'll do it as long as you come home with me. I guess, I'm just scared about losing you -"

"Why would you be scared about losing me Steve? If you look at Nancy's eyes" I said in a whisper, "about the future you've been dreaming about with hope lingering in your eyes. Why would you be scared, Steve? If I'm not in the future you've been dreaming all along."

He shook his head, "What do you mean future with Nance, I never did."

"Really, you forgot again, do I need to remind you every single important things Steve? Huh? Okay fine, when we were en route to War Zone you're talking about your future family to her, Steve. I listened to every single bit of it and almost laughed hysterically about how you like having six little Harrington's and you specifically said three girls and three boys," I chuckled, "I imagine that is us, that it'll be me in that distant future."

Steve interrupted me, "It is you. It's you Y/N! Why would you think it'll be Nance-"

"Because the way you look at her Steve. It's felt like and is her all along." I cried, "Do you know how it shattered my heart into pieces, huh. I'm so broken right now that I am fucking crying over you. Fuck!" I cursed, "I regretted the time that we ate together under that sycamore tree, Steve. Because I was all over you, I erased you in my mind but you gave me a reason to give you another chance and let you in my life and you know how much I love you, right?" Steve nodded his head, "That I took all my extra hours working on extra shifts so that I could fly and see you now and what you returned is a heartbreak that made me hate Hawkins as much as I loved it."

"It's not what you think is it Y/N. Love, it is you all along. All these days it was you and I decided it as well when you said that you love me back. It is you -"

Steve stopped as we hear a loud thud, "Oh, I'm so sorry to ruin the moment but three minutes is up." Said Eddie as he lay on the mattress.

I wiped my face and it's now swollen after all this crying, Steve followed my tracks. I offered my hand to Eddie, "Hey are you, okay?" He looked at Steve, "Man, this shit is not so cool anymore. You're making your girl cry."

"Eddie, just shut it okay." I told him.

"Nah, this is not cool anymore, last time I saw you cry is when he didn't pick you up and it was raining hard and you said that he might just forget it or had some shit with his parents. She waited 3 hours that day Harrington, I started my D&D campaign I saw her outside the gym then I finished my campaign she's still there shivering." He shook his head and Steve had this confusion drawn to his face, "And mind you, you're already his man this time because I saw you two holding hands like sick lovers in the hallway."

"Hey, just stop it." I faced Eddie.

"I don't know what shit you did now but you better straighten it up. I'll hold on to Y/N from now until you get your shit together." Eddie said.

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After that tension Eddie came back as what he was matching Dustin's energy.

"Are you sure you don't want to be in Steve's party Y/N?" Robin asked, "Because I thought rabies is not as bad as Vecna."

I laughed, "No, it's okay. I can deal with rabies instead."

"I'll protect her Buckley. You don't need to worry about that," I Eddie assured her, "first came Y/N then Henderson then me."

"Okay." Robin said. She ran towards me and hugged me, "Whatever is happening between you and that dingus just don't worry about it now. I'll make sure to keep him safe so that I can knock him out so that he'll have some senses after this."

I rested my neck on her shoulder, "Thanks Rob."

Then, Vecna troop marched to his lair but Steve stopped and turned his back to us, "Whatever happens if shit is about to go down, we abort okay." We nodded in unison, "Don't try to be cute or be a hero or something. Okay, you guys are just .."

"Don't worry about it Harrington, we'll not do that and I'll keep your girl safe as well." Eddie answered.

"Thank you man." Steve said. He looked at me this time, "I love you."

"I love you too, Steve." Henderson answered, "Wait," he pulled me and Eddie, "Steve said, don't be cute, hero or something. I think the cute part is for Y/N,"

"I agree." Eddie inserted.

"Hero is you Eddie. And I'm something." Dustin finishes.

"And what something is, tell me?" I asked, "Oh, Y/N that is being cute and hero at the same time."

We laughed and started to work as I hear Robin's voice, "Don't be gloomy dingus," he hugged Steve, "that hug is from Y/N." She laughed. "How is this her hug?" Steve asked, "Because I hug her and I hug you so technically you hugged each other too."

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a/n: lil angst and protective Eddie too ♥️ unto part 3?

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No Room to Breathe~ Harrison Gray

Chapter 2

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

No Warnings for this part

Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

(Hm, Maybe, no, even if he is...)

(--Are we the exact opposite?)

My heart flutters as I remember hearing that lovers who are compatible are those who are similar.

(Every time I acted differently from Harry, Harry… looked down.)

(And…)

Harry didn’t touch me last night even though we slept together.

(If you are disappointed…what should I do…)

Harrison: “Hey, are you ready to go out yet? I managed to finish it, but…”

Kate: “Ah, I finished changing, but my hair is…”

Harrison: “Give it here. Let me do your hair. I’ve always wanted to try it.”

Kate: “Eh?”

Harrison came around behind me and clumsily tied up my hair.

Harrison: “…Hey, help me out and raise your arm a little more.”

Kate: “Ah, yes. Like…this?”

The handcuffs jingle as I move my hand and Harry’s breath touches my neck.

That one small gesture made my heart jump.

Harrison: “Hmm, it’s done… but it’s really clunky, did you want to try again?”

Kate: “I’m fine with this. I’m glad you did this for me, Harry.”

Harrison: “Pfft, yeah? Well, okay, you’re as cute as ever.”

Harrison: “Besides, this…. I can figure out later.”

With a quick kiss on the nape of my neck, Harry stood up.

Harrison: “Well then, we should get on with the Ferris Circus. Let’s go.”

Kate: “Yes!”

(Maybe he was kind to me because he noticed that I was upset?)

(…That’s what I really, really love about him.)

Of course, I wanted the mission to be a success, but I didn’t want to put Harry in danger.

(Never do something to hold him back. Alright, let’s read Harry’s actions and act!)

We headed to the inn where the Ferris Circus group was staying.

Oliver: “You guys! You came here looking for the key, I’ve been looking for it since then, but I still can’t find it…”

Kate: “Don’t get upset. Thank you for looking for us, Oliver.”

Oliver: “So, why are you here?”

Harrison: “I have a request. For now, could you please let me meet the leader?”

Oliver took us to the back room where the leader was.

His protruding belly shaking, the leader greets us cheerfully.

Ferris Circus Leader: “My family caused you trouble last night. So, what do you require?”

Harrison: “I work for a publishing company, and I have a business trip tomorrow. I want to find the key as soon as possible.”

Harrison: “So I was wondering if you would let us search with you.”

Harry lied steadily, and the leader nodded exaggeratedly.

Ferris Circus Leader: “Of course! I’m rather sorry to have put your hand out of commission.”

(…He’s very friendly. I don’t think he’s doing anything wrong for the children.)

However, as I spend more time with Crown, I began to understand clearly,

That evil sometimes takes on the appearance of a good person.

The moment we got permission to search and left the room, someone hugged my leg.

Ferris Circus Child: “Big brother, Big sister. Hello.”

Kate: “Ah, you had bumped into me earlier.”

Oliver: “This is Lionel. Don’t ask me if I’m playing with these two people.”

Kate: “Ahaha, yeah—”

Was about to say “okay”, and then I gasped.

(That was my decision, but knowing Harry, he would have gone looking for information right away.)

Harrison: “…”

Harrison: “Okay, let’s play. After we play for a little bit, can you take us to the tent?”

Lionel: “Yup, yay!”

Kate: “…Harry, are you sure?”

Harrison: “Ah, it’s okay once in a while.”

After playing for a bit, we decided to look for the key inside the tent under Oliver’s guidance.

(Of course we need to find the key, but we also have to uncover the secret behind the crime.)

Oliver: “Hmm, maybe it didn’t fall off after all… that’s weird…”

Harrison: “Aah, what’s the box over there?”

When Harry raises his arm to reach for a box on the shelf, Oliver jumps.

Like he’s afraid of being hit.

(…It’s like he’s being beaten on a daily basis.)

Oliver: “Ah… um, that was….”

Harrison: “…”

Harrison: “…are you having fun?”

Oliver: “Eh?”

Harrison: “Do you enjoy working here?”

Oliver’s eyes flickered in response to Harrison’s question, then he blurted out.

Oliver: “It’s fun to work! Oh man, I’ve been passed around from place to place, having no redeeming qualities.”

Oliver: “But, now. Coming here? I found the meaning of life. Hehe…”

Oliver: “…But. But being forced to do thing that I can’t face the heavens—”

(…I knew it!)

Just as we were about to uncover the truth, Oliver suddenly looked up.

Oliver: “Wow, you’re a good actor aren’t you? I’m a performer you know.”

The big smile on his face is to prevent us from going any further.

Harrison: “If you say so, then it must be so…”

Harrison: “We can’t help those who are not prepared to be saved. Just remember that.”

--Outside

We split up with Oliver and proceed down the hallway, looking for the key.

Kate: “…Looking at Oliver’s behavior, it’s clear that something is wrong with him.”

Harrison: “Yeah. All we need is to suppress the scene or have some physical evidence and we can move quickly—”

Just as Harry was about to say something, a thumping sound was heard from the other side of the hallway.

(……I wonder what.)

Kate: “…Harry.”

Harrison: “Ah, let’s go. Kate, stay close. Be more careful than usual…--”

As we walked toward the direction of the noise, I saw the shadow of a person in the warehouse.

Ferris Circus Leader: “It’s all about the free food! What do you mean you were so busy playing that you forgot to do your job?”

Who was at the end of the leader’s whip?

(……Lionel!)

Lionel: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

Ferris Circus Leader: “It seems like you were also dragging your feet with your “work” the other day. That’s why you failed to steal anything!”

Harrison: “…stealing. Now that’s black.”

(Gah, he’s going to die like that! We have to go help him soon.)

(But, can I move however I want?)

For a moment, I envision a future where I move in the opposite direction and hold Harry back.

(What would Harry do? Harry--)

Lionel: “Agh… it hurts. I’m sorry…sorry…”

(…)

Kate: “…Harry, I’m sorry for doing something selfish. But…”

Harrison: “Hmm, Kate?”

I jumped out and hugged Lionel with my still connected arms.

Lionel: “…….Big sister…?”

Kate: “It’s alright now. It was scary.”

Ferris Circus Leader: “Pfft, haha! You fell for it.”

Harrison: “…Kate, Up!”

(…!)

When I looked up, I saw a large cage falling from the sky.

I immediately pushed Lionel away and Harry and I were locked in the cage.

Kate: “Mm.”

Harrison: “…Did you deliberately use a child out to lure us in?”

Ferris Circus Leader: “Yes, that’s right. I knew you were coming to do something.”

(Why?...There was no reason to be suspicious.)

Ferris Circus Leader: “Ordinary people don’t own guns. And it’s even less likely if you’re a woman.”

I realized that the gun I keep in a holster strapped to my leg has been discovered.

(I’m usually careful not to be noticed, but I’m distracted by the handcuffs…)

Ferris Circus Leader: “Besides, people who have committed murder, even once, can easily recognize their own kind.”

Ferris Circus Leader: “Are you guys hired killers by the police or people with a grudge?...Well it doesn’t matter.”

Ferris Circus Leader: “After tonight’s show, I’ll teach the two of you a lesson and kill you.”

Kate: “…ah”

Ferris Circus Leader: “Oh, yeah. It’s no use calling for help.”

Ferris Circus Leader: “These children are puppets who follow my will. They won’t do anything I don’t want, hahaha!”

Lionel: “…”

The leader and Lionel disappear from view, and the area is filled with silence.

(It’s all my fault that I was noticed and that this happened.)

Kate: “I-I’m sorry… If I’d followed you, Harry, you would have been able to make a calmer decision.”

Kate: “I was trying not to cause any trouble, but I acted on impulse…”

Harrison: “Trying not to cause trouble?”

Kate: “…Because we’re opposites.”

Harrison: “Maybe so. Being connected with you made me realize that.”

Kate: “…”

Harrison: “But, I don’t think that’s bad or a nuisance.”

Harrison smiled and gently pinched my cheek.

Kate: “…?”

Harrison: “There are things that can be solved just by being with you.”

Harrison: “Look, here’s proof.”

Oliver: "...both of you."

Kate: "Oliver, why are you here?"

Oliver: "Lionel called the guys over."

Behind Oliver, many of the children who work here came to help.

Oliver: "...Honestly, this has happened many times before. But Lionel called me out of desperation..."

Lionel: "B-big sister protected me. It's the first time anyone has done something like that. That's why..."

It must have been so scary to jump out of the cage where you were tied up and try to help.

Kate: "...Thank you, Lionel. Thank you, all of you."

The children worked together and helped us out of the heavy cage.

Oliver: "Big brother, you seem pretty relaxed. Did you already have a plan to get out of here?"

Harrison: "Well, yeah."

Harrison: "But, there are other important things we need to do too."

Harrison: "I thought this rescue was your cry for help. You need help, right?"

Lionel: "...uh,... yes."

Lionel: "Please, please help me..."

Harrison: "I mean, what should I do, Kate?"

Kate: "There is only one answer. Let me take care of that."

Harrison: "As expected of our excellent fairy tale master."

Harrison: "Well then--"

Harrison / Kate: "The counterattack has begun."

Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

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[abbacchiosbelt]

ooooo f1 (from the yandere prompts ehe) + anasui maybe?

Anasui's hand clamps down around your mouth as he pulls you into the alleyway you'd nearly run past, the rusted chainlink fence proving an obstacle until Anasui busted it open with Diver Down. The coppery scent of blood fills your nostrils - but you know better than to scream. Anasui drags both of you deeper into the alleyway, your bodies descending into the darkness until no one could see you from a mere glance.

You're forced against the scratchy brick wall as Anasui covers your body with his own, his hand still pressed over your mouth. A beat passes before you hear muffled voices, the alleyway almost completely dampening them.

Anasui exhales against you, harsh, and his body tenses when the voices get louder.

"Ya think they went this way?" A low voice calls out - one of the men who'd survived Anasui's... outburst earlier.

A chain link fence rattles and your eyes open wide. Anasui presses down harder on your mouth, but he rubs his thumb across your cheek, soft.

"Not with this old thing rusted shot. And it's way too high for both of 'em to hop." The rattling stops.

Anasui must have closed the fence with Diver Down - or at least made it appear as such in order to throw off the two men chasing you.

"Right. Let's keep going. That fucking asshole isn't gonna get away with this." The low voice again. The sound of footsteps is the only indication you have that your pursuers are leaving - at least for now.

[ 'It' being Anasui's attack on some scumbag who had been harassing people in the park while the two of you had been on a date. He'd recognized them as a member of one of the gangs he'd encountered during his time in prison. (The prison he'd mysteriously been let out early of, despite the nature of his crimes...)

Anasui had been content to ignore it until the man had made a beeline for the two of you. The second the man's gaze had centered on you, Anasui was up and swinging, knocking the man out with a blow so hard his nose had busted open.

His associates that had been waiting nearby had been alerted by the screaming of random park-goers, the sudden violence having shocked several of them. You couldn't blame them - even you were exactly used to it yet.

Anasui had cursed and mumbled something about not wanting to draw so much attention to himself, and had promptly grabbed your arm before taking off in a dead sprint away from the park. You'd been dragged along, your chest heaving with exertion by the time Anasui had stopped. It had led you to the alleyway, and where you currently were now. ]

Anasui finally pulls his hand away from your mouth. You inhale deeply, the fresh air more than welcome. He's silent while you continue to catch your breath, though he keeps you pressed against the wall with his body caged around your own. You manage to turn around so that you're facing him, and he sighs.

"Didn't mean to push you so hard," Anasui purses his lips, and you glare at him.

"That's all? You're not going to mention the guy you just knocked out?" You whisper-shout, still nervous that the men pursuing you could come back at any moment. Sure, Anasui could lay them flat... But you were worried about drawing too much attention, too - or the fact that word could get back to other gang members. He huffs in annoyance. You're incredulous. "I'm the one who should be getting annoyed. For fuck's sake, Anasui!"

Anasui's pout turns into a frown, and his sudden intense glare leaves the words on your tongue dormant. "You knew what you were getting into when you got involved with me. Don't act like I'm the problem here." You're left gaping at his words, the sentiment ridiculous. But what could you say to argue with him? Anasui watches the gears turn in your head before he tilts his head toward you, his lips curled into a smile. "Now, let's get back to our date. I'd hate to upset you even more, so let me make it up to you."

request from this set of ask prompts!

#my writing #ask prompt #yandere cw #violence cw #yandere narciso anasui #narciso anasui x reader #jjba x reader #yandere jjba x reader #jjba.txt #stone ocean

[bumblingbabooshka]

What sort of relationship do you imagine Tuvok has weith B'Elanna? During and after the maquis undercover ordeal. Side question: Favorite Tuvok episode and/or line?

X : Web weaving thing I did regarding B'Elanna & Tuvok's self-destructive habits (and secrecy regarding those habits) in the face of grief. X: A series of lines taken from the show which can be summed up as "What if your co-worker who you were trapped on a ship with for ostensibly the rest of your life reminded you of your estranged mother, your childhood bullies and yourself all at once?"

In the Maquis I doubt they would have had much of a relationship. Afterwards I can see B'Elanna being enraged at the betrayal but trying to keep it as professional as she can (I can also imagine Tuvok poking at this - 'I can see you're angry at me. You need to put that aside.') which only makes her angrier. B'Elanna is an incredibly passionate person and Tuvok is not. I imagine she'd see him handing them over to Starfleet as an extreme betrayal. They were fighting for something in the Maquis. They had values, they believed in something - how could he do this? The fact that the answer is 'easily and without difficulty, remorse or second thought' is -!!!!!!! There's a scene in an episode....I don't remember which exactly. Learning Curve maybe? Or Meld? When someone from the Maquis is angry with Tuvok saying something like 'you sold us all out to Starfleet' and Tuvok says 'It may be difficult for you to believe but I did not have to feel anything to do that.' <- I think this lack of passion would make B'Elanna confused and upset. I can see her thinking he doesn't truly BELIEVE in anything. Because of this and his earlier betrayal I think it would be hard for B'Elanna to trust him and Tuvok is not a comforting or particularly empathetic person. He isn't cruel but isn't 'sweet' you know? An example is when Neelix tells him about how a childhood trauma led to his fear of something outside the window Tuvok suggests he draw the blinds. He isn't saying this to make fun of him but he isn't connecting to the problem emotionally, bc he's Vulcan, but B'Elanna is an emotional person. Tuvok also in general doesn't seem to think highly of Klingons or B'Elanna in particular.

Here he's speaking about something that took place decades upon decades ago but more recently concerning B'Elanna he makes comments about her which make me believe he doesn't think very highly of her.

This is from 'Random Thoughts' and it's possible to argue that Tuvok is just providing a counterpoint to Janeway as like a good investigator explores 'all logical options' (as he later does tell Nimira that he has a responsibility towards both B'Elanna and actually doing his job which supersedes his admiration for the Mari's culture) but his admittedly personal comment about the Mari is interesting. A facet of a Tuvok's personality is that he's pre-disposed towards relating more to Vulcans and Vulcan-ity thus seeing it (and himself) implicitly as better. Humans also do this. Really, most star trek Vulcans vs Humans arguments are just both of them thinking they're superior because that's the way they live their lives. There's a certain unwillingness there (especially demonstrated by Humanity BECAUSE we see Humans interact with other species much more) to see other points of view as equally valid. Basically like: 'This [alien] is good because it shows [Humanity]' <- thereby subconsciously labelling Inhumanity as bad. Here, Tuvok does the same thing but for Vulcans. I think what I'm seeing implicitly in his exchange above is more explicitly stated in the exchange between him and B'Elanna below (same episode: Random Thoughts)

Really saying the quiet part out loud with the line "Burdened as you are by your Primitive Klingon psyche" eh, Tuvok? B'ELANNA.....KILL HIM!!!! HE SAID 'YOU'RE WELCOME' !!!! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A COMPLIMENT??? KILL HIM!!!!

He does say in 'Juggernaut' that Emotion itself is primitive so he COULD be saying 'Your [emotional] Klingon psyche' but it's still a HUGE red flag to be going around calling an entire species primitive. Tuvok isn't the only person who basically does this exact thing - attributing all of B'Elanna's perceived faults with her Klingon side and condemning them or feeling more threatened by any negative emotion she expresses than other crewmates BECAUSE she's Klingon but it's insane to me that the writers just have Tuvok SAY that to B'Elanna STRAIGHT up and she THANKS him????? KILL. HIM. !!!!! AND THE WRITERS!!!! In 'Juggernaut' we see them interact more than we have before. I think this might be the only time we get scenes that are B'Elanna-Tuvok other than that one where they captured and held in a cell together? She tells him a story about a time she fell into a rage because of constant bullying from another child who kept calling her turtlehead.

Tuvok seems to grasp that her lashing out at the time was a coping mechanism. It protected her, gave her strength and courage. However he has no qualms with immediately throwing what he's learned back in her face to provoke her. I can see what he's doing - he's trying to show her: "This USED to be a source of strength but now it's a weakness. If you can be provoked so easily you're at the mercy of others, not strong" but his methods don't seem like something that would mesh well with B'Elanna. I'm sure this would just be hurtful and irritating to her.

Again B'Elanna's surrounded by this type of behavior. Even the man who supposedly loves her sees her this way.

Again in the same episode Tuvok plainly expresses that he has no faith in her. How is he supposed to be mentoring someone he doesn't believe in? There's also no (to my recollection) scene or moment after this where he realizes he was incorrect not to have faith in her and so I can't say for certain whether this has changed his opinion of her. Which is also wild because the episode STARTS with them but has no conclusion to their meditation or relationship plot. Unfortunately I don't think we really have anything that shows how B'Elanna views Tuvok other than her dream in 'Barge of the Dead' where she sees him as the arbiter of what is and isn't a Proper Klingon which I imagine stems from him being so staunchly a Proper Vulcan. Basically Tuvok & B'Elanna are so conceptually interesting...one is desperate to not be perceived as part of her species, estranged intentionally from her culture and associating it with all that is 'bad' about her ("My father left us because we were Klingon") and Tuvok is someone who is very much part of and proud of his culture BUT he also views B'ELANNA'S people as lesser which B'elanna also believes?? What would happen there - a feedback loop? They also have similar backgrounds in that they were forced into monasteries, were rebellious teenagers and have had poor experiences with Humanity & Starfleet but Tuvok...'recovered' from these experiences and B'Elanna did not? In that B'Elanna is still clearly ashamed of herself and self-conscious about others and angry and hurt and rejecting her Klingon culture while Tuvok is fine with those aspects of himself and found peace through embracing them. Given his distaste for Klingons it really is difficult to imagine him canonically doing anything except encouraging her to be more Vulcan while negging her the whole time which, you know, I'd kill him for. Humans & Vulcans shaking hands and in the middle it says 'Thinking Klingons are violent barbarians full stop' - finally some common ground between them! Hitting them all with hammers. That's more of a Star Trek in General issue but it applies here. I don't see how they could have like...a healthy dynamic, even JUST as mentor-mentee let alone friends or father-daughter as I've seen some people portray them. On paper it works because Tuvok is a Vulcan so who better to help control her emotions AND B'Elanna had an absent dad and Tuvok's a dad so he must be fatherly towards people! But given their canon interactions it would probably be a very condescending and bad mentorship. And honestly her having issues with her father would probably only make it worse since Tuvok doesn't believe in her and sees her as lesser because she's Klingon. For canon (meaning their canon regard for each other) the best I can imagine is them being strictly professional or B'Elanna falling into a mentorship with Tuvok which essentially just becomes her trying not to 'fail' another father figure by being too Klingon. If I were to write their relationship improving there would have be SO much unpacking of ALL of that which I showed above...like I don't even know dude it'd take YEARS and it'd effect the entire ship because again, just because this is centered on Tuvok given the nature of the question - Tuvok is NOT the only one who does this!!! EVERYONE does!!! It's infuriating once you start to watch for it v_v One of my favorite Tuvok lines is his big windup about how easy it'll be to win at pool like so easy, logically it'll be a goddamn breeze and then he loses at pool and is like "Hmm maybe the ship is off balance" or something. Sore LOSER!!!

#Tuvok & B'Elanna #st voyager #Q&A #Tuvok #B'Elanna #B'Elanna Torres #JUSTICE FOR MY GIRL B'ELANNA #It hurts the heart to see blorbo on blorbo violence but unfortunately I am going to throw Tuvok out an airlock for this #thank you for question sorry this is so long~!! <3 #Any relationship including B'Elanna will doubtless suffer from how Klingons are portrayed and treated in Star Trek #so much so that I feel like I may have completely derailed this ask I'm SORRY....!!!! #There's so much to their relationship both in canon and in its potential and it all needs to be unpacked over the course of several years