now and always
ormund hightower x reader summary: ormund learns of the whispers that plague his wife, the second eldest targaryen princess. w/c: 1.6k tags: fem!reader. targ!reader. hurt/comfort. angst to fluff. not canon compliant - ormund's first wife and child die during birth. likely ooc ormund. hints of suicidal ideation from reader. references to canon typical violence. set mainly in oldtown. hotd masterlist
from the very first time he saw you, some vision of otherwordly beauty and grace, ormund hightower found himself enamored with the younger of the two targaryen princesses.
fate would deign your paths to cross many times throughout your youths.
he can still recall quite clearly the time he bid you to dance at an early summer feast. you smiled up at him, all warm and radiant, as you placed your hand in his.
as you are
gwayne hightower x reader summary: to be a good wife, a woman must sacrifice a part of herself. at least, that's what you've always been taught. gwayne just might prove your expectations wrong. w/c: 1.5k tags: fem!reader. tyrell!reader. hurt/comfort. mentions of reader's parents' unhealthy relationship. mentions of misogynistic/canon typical expectations. hotd masterlist
the day that marked your union with ser gwayne hightower was a lavish affair hosted in oldtown, but while most everyone else seemed to be of joyful spirit, the feeling of dread in your gut threatened to consume you.
it'd been growing there ever since otto hightower first proposed the match to your father, lord tyrell. with the looming matter of succession, otto endeavored to strengthen ties with highgarden ahead of any assured potential conflict.
it's not that you took issue with the man you were to wed. he is, after all, known to be a knight most handsome and noble. it was the prospect of becoming a wife at all that dampened your would be celebration.
"if you don't stop your foolishness this instant—"
you giggle, swaying your hips to the soft music as you beckon sukuna to join you. "you'll what? grumble some more?"
and grumble he does, but he still rises from his spot on the couch and takes your out stretched hand.
"you're unbearable."
though his words are unkind, his eyes betray him— soft and swimming with adoration. you press your ear to his chest and his other hand finds your waist.
your voice is even sweeter than the melody drifting from the speakers. "is this really so bad?"
"tch," he rolls his eyes, defeated. "don't ask questions you know the answer to."
you bury your face in his chest, and though he can't see the smile on your face, he feels your delighted warmth all the same.
Jujutsu Kaisen Season 3 EP03
I feel so insane about ai. I've had face-to-face conversations with people who use it for therapy, who use it to calculate the safety of pill interactions, who use it for all their emails and grant applications and legal documents and academic papers and finance sheets and for every single question they have about the world, and if you tell them about the ecological costs they just laugh and say "I guess I've used a lot of water." and I've been in multiple gatherings of 10+ people where I'm THE ONLY PERSON who doesn't use chatgpt. it's turning me into a ranting raving pariah, because how don't you people see??? why don't you understand??????? this bullshit didn't exist five years ago, you absolutely do not need it, and it is destroying everything
"why don't you call me senpai anymore?"
"i don't know, satoru," you sigh dismissively. "probably because we're pushing thirty."
he lets out a scandalized gasp, as if learning his age for the very first time.
"thirty, shmirty— doesn't matter! i'll have you remember that i'm still a year older than you, so you could call me senpai every once in a while."
your expression, a lovely blend of aggravation and aversion, absolutely delights him.
"it's a wonder i've managed to put up with you for over a decade," you return dryly.
he flops across the couch, his shoulder blades landing squarely on your thighs.
"oh, indeed!" he exclaims, feigning sympathy. "i can't imagine how difficult it must be."
he smiles up at you all boyish and wicked, like some dream of your youth, and you can't help but giggle. "is there something else i can help you with?"
he shrugs. "wanna go get takoyaki?"
the offer sounds casual, but he knows it's one of your favorites.
"fine," you acquiesce. "you're buying."
he leaps up, pulling you with him so eagerly that you crash into his chest.
"course!" he chirps, hands finding your hips to steady you. "anything for my dearest kouhai!"
Animal Crossing: Wild World (おいでよどうぶつの森) ✰ 2005
I made stew. It was awesome. I love potatoes.
i luv u too
wait what was in the stew
thinking about choso, who hardly understands his feelings for you, much less knows how to communicate them. instead, he unknowingly conveys them through a series of sweet, somewhat strange actions.
he casually drops an armful of stuffed animals in your lap with a passing comment about how they made him think of you. that he knows how much you like cute things. when you deem one of them your favorite, he's quick to suggest "you could name that one choso."
he leans farther into your personal space than most anyone would deem socially acceptable and sniffs your hair. he gets this dreamy look on his face before telling you how good it smells, that it looks soooo soft. he twirls a lock of it around his finger just to be sure.
he gives you a box with the world's saddest looking cupcake that he made you himself (he begged yuuji to help, but of course they're equally clueless). it's your favorite flavor, or at least it's supposed to be, and he looks sooooo thrilled when you eat every last bite.
so while you brush it off as him being a generally sweet and goofy person, everyone else in the vicinity is making bets on how long it'll take for one of you to connect the dots
