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catofoldstones · 1 year ago

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hi i'm still here :) those things about fandom denying theorizing about jonsa just bothered me heavily since fans accepted almost every theory under the sun but hypothetical j0nsa is where they draw the line they accepted curtain of light theory and 3 heads of the dragons saving the world for years before a hypothetical cousin marriage/bethrodal that ties a lot of plot threads and themes together and resolves so much of the missing plot pieces from the show, i might not personally like it cause of the incest implications but im also consistent with hating all jon's incest ships and still keeping an open mind about j0nerys and j0nsa on a storytelling basis but j0nsa is a theory that intrigued me so much because it did make sense from the drafts,the fact that sansa will end up at winterfell with the vale army by the time jon wakes up and changes into who knows what (again fans straight up ignoring which stark is actually the closest to winterfell will never not make me laugh) to the many gothic literature and historical references george takes to especially the ashford theory thats so unavoidable i call fans extremely blind for being this in denial that it might happen as a plot point and since aegon is most likely going to be busy with dorne/cersei/dany or euron and most likely die in the south (rip son) i highly doubt sansa will tie into his plot unless thats the last targ suitor she's supposed to be betrothed with and again its kinda a big nothing theory to me cause sansa going south would be repetitive and its already been debunked with the AFFC draft leaks unless aegon wants a claim to the north which again im pretty sure he'll be engaged to arianne for martell points and allyship (also her being engaged to a secret fake bastard heir was already done with joffrey and it being completely reversed with j0n feels more complete as an end point to that theory/arc there's no way george would pass that up).

i also don't think this is all jon and sansa have to offer as characters,its what bothers me with other ship fans as well i like them as separate characters and i also feel like looking at the story, if it were to happen i don't believe it would be a fairytale romance or ending or be anytype of normal relationship, i might even be completely wrong and j0nsa might never come up (also feel like george would be wary of doing this now when media literacy is at an all time low but fandom toxicity is high as the heavens), both sansa and jon fandom theories have been through a rollercoster over the years im just happy that fans finally have theories that actually makes sense storytelling wise and not something for wish fulfillment but bias still runs amok in the fandom unfortunately and it still clouds a lot of convo about the characters and plot theories

sorry for rambling in your inbox again

Hello :3 nice to see you again

anon can I call you soulmate anon because every sentiment you’ve portrayed here is exactly what I believe too! I like jonsa too because it’s v compelling and it has good evidence to back it up, but I’m really iffed up because of the incest too. Well not because I’m a pearl-clutching puritan but because it’s not fair to Sansa tbh, as a teenaged girl in a deeply patriarchal society. If she’s the girl in grey who runs away to Jon for protection, it’ll not be as a friend who’s seeing another friend after a long time, it’ll be because she wants protection from her brother. Then comes in the question of her claim to Winterfell. If she marries Jon to smooth out the inheritance crisis, the North would still belong to Jon & not Sansa. They will not be equal in that marriage or as the lord and lady of Winterfell. However, there are far, far too many indications of a jonsa match, textually and subtextually, which I am right there with you anon, are so compelling! It would only be a blind man to not see them. And the fandom collectively vehemently denying jonsa is v funny to me because it sounds so much like

“Do you believe women are humans?”

“Yes”

“Do you believe women should have the same rights as men?”

“Yes, absolutely!”

“So you are a feminist.”

“Eww, no.”

Like, the text is glaringly pointing at something with air raid sirens and neon red lights, but what could it mean, hmm 🤔 Like c’mon guys my cat could figure out what’s going on at this point.

Though, I do believe that the Ashford Targaryen suitor could be Aegon VI for Sansa. While a lot of people believe that Aegon will marry/betrothe Arianne for that Dorne support but that doesn’t make sense to me because

1. It’s like Sansa would marry into the Tully family for support to take back the North

2. The Dornish are already burning to avenge Elia

3. Arianne is the heir to Dorne in her own right (and has had major plot around that), marrying the next King of the 7 kingdoms hardly makes sense for her.

BUT Aegon & Arianne’s plots are barreling towards each other and they very well might just get married to secure another plot point that I cannot think of right now. And I know that Aegon is doomed and Arianne survives (George, pls or else 🔪🔪) so that’s another reason why Aegon & Sansa can’t happen. And Jon being the Targeryen suitor holds so much more literary weight than a rando who has never had an impact on her or her emotions or her plot (apart from your brilliant points). Also, no I am not debating the “Dunk disturbed the Ashford Tourney so Sxn/dxr is the one for Sansa” because we’ve debated to death that even being granted the title of Maid does not mean anything like a betrothal in Westerosi society or has negative consequences (r + l & that whole war it started). Also, just because Dunk got in the middle of the Tourney does not mean that he got the girl in the end. Hope that helps. Moreover, Dunk’s asoiaf corollary is Brienne not sxn/dxr, so by their logic, briensa ftw!!!!!!!!!!

Anon, the way everyone ignored the affc outline just because it showed something the Sansa fandom had been (rightly) theorising for years now has me rolling on the floor 😂 the denial, the denial is so strong with these people, even the “neutrals”. Don’t even get me started on the BNFs. If something like this were leaked about xrya or dxny, it would have been front page news that breaks the asoiaf fandom containment lol.

Stark closest to Winterfell and takes north! C’mon now anon, don’t give these people a heart attack.

Yes well, there have been one too many people in this fandom (as is common in any other fandom *cough* jxnxryas *cough*) to reduce the characters to the ship but the block button is my lord and saviour. Shipping is so that we can bring out the best (or the worst) character traits in the people we’re shipping, not to water down the said character traits.

There’s a chance that jonsa doesn’t happen in the books or happens just in the subtext or whatever, and I’ll be fine with that as long as the stories for both Jon and Sansa have satisfying and empathetic progression. Though I would terribly like for it to happen just to dunk on the haters and the BNFs and the “skeptics” lol. I am trying to be a better person these days, but pettiness is my second daughter 🤪 and to add to this point, if jonsa doesn’t happen, that still won’t erase the heavy foreshadowing we’ve been seeing in the text till now. If some other ship had the Ashford theory, the Byronic connection, JONnel Stark marrying a girl named xrya or an ancestor Sansa Stark marrying a -whoever- in their lineage, the plot satisfaction, the narrative parallels, the textual connection, it would be considered canon by now. But no, since it’s Jon x Sansa and that is still somehow a pretty strong contender for breaking all your ships, they will close their eyes and call it a crack ship. Baby a crack ship is me and Oscar Isaac or Sasuke and Taylor Swift. But if Sasuke and Taylor had all of this evidence, it would, once again, be considered canon. Sigh, just take your Sansa hatred elsewhere man, we’re not in 2006 anymore.

Dude, I found older forums/metas a while back and there is nowhere that Sansa was mentioned w/o sxn/dxr. Sxn/sxn was just a given. It was canon, it was always going to happen and that’s just so reductive tbh. I’m v v grateful that the meta and fandom spaces (maybe just a small corner but that is enough for me) have evolved so much through the years otherwise I would get beaten here every day. It’s still toxic as hell though, with the level of trash metas that will give early asoiaf fandom a run for its money and at one point you just want to scream- you all realise that these are books, right? and we’re the readers! you’re not dxny or jon or tyrion or even fleabottom ragpickers! none of this is real 😭 i should not be coming here, armoured and with a sword, to defend my fav characters, i should be having fun here and exchanging stupid ideas 😭 but asoiaf fandom remains asoiaf fandom however well the ways of hating may have changed.

But please, always ramble in my ask box anon. I love reading your thoughts and it gives me a chance to ramble as well :)

#soulmate anon #anon asks t #jonsa #anti sansan #the rambling option is open to everyone btw #long post #don’t look

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emelinstriker · 2 years ago

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So many asks suddenly! I was gone from this au for a few days! Hope you're well rested!

Can I ask where you get ideas for an AU? Like do you have a bunch and pick which one you fancy? cause I love your ideas for the ESAU!! Where'd it come from?

dw my inbox ain't goin below 5 atm. this is the 12th ask in the inbox rn cuz they keep piling again even though i brought it down to 2 like 2 hours ago. and i haven't sketched up any ideas for the school wall irl yet and i'm physically and mentally tired af from all the irl bs last month. fun. :'D

Just general preferences for the most part I guess- Once I'm hyperfixated on a story/AU, I got no problem expanding an entire world around a lil base idea. In the case of ESAU, it was just this lil comfort idea of having powerful servants based on LBD's possession on mainly Wukong.

Though, with some involvement of a very specific group of characters i've been tryna doodle a comic for irl a while ago, shit just got real and things got so much more darker and corrupted than whatever LBD did to Wukong in the show.

As in, the characters pulling the strings are already rather far placed in the background to the point where no one seems to give them a second glance or question them. And only one of them has officially appeared in the written X Readers of the AU.

In general, ESAU is like a little equation of reverse harem + lego monkie kid + dumpster fire of emotions of various degrees depending on the level of lore in the iceberg you're viewing + technically sorta OC lore + whatever the fuck my brain is on at 10pm when it should slowly turn off. Though, parts of it were kinda inspired by my ancient old Bad Guy Sanses X Reader book called Castle's Pet, and my never revealed OC stories, and I practically just slapped them together with LMK and called it a day fhnfhngfhnhfg

Also I just love making things a bit more fucked up lore-wise just because I know those hook the most interest. It's like a car accident. You're curious and just have to at least take a look at what happened.

#lmk esau #eternal servants au #esau qna #emelin rambles #emelin qna

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punkrockisafulltimejob · 2 years ago

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(writing ?s) 28, 18, 9, 5?

i love these i’m so curious

Your reverse ordered numbers are bothering me so I'm answering them in the PROPER order lol

5: Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

Not really tbh. There's no real rhyme or reason to how I write, so there's really not much cohesion to warrant any superstitions about it.

9: Do you believe in ghosts? This isn't about writing I just wanna know.

Sort of? It's complicated. I don't believe in any pf the ghost shit they do on TV like Ghost Hunters or whatever, but I do think spirits can linger in places once their physical form is no longer. Any ghosts I do believe in wouldn't have any sort of corporeal form, it's more of a spiritual essence than a "ghost" per se.

18: Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

Ahhhh you're putting me on the spot here.

I guess the passage of choice would be when Cam and Maddie wake up to an overnight summer thunderstorm, and, unable to go back to sleep, they venture into the woods in the rain and end up soaking wet and muddy, all the while playing a weird version of Marco Polo with a call and response song playing in the background, in the dark. It's honestly a really cute scene, once they get kinda tired, they go back to the van, they slow dance a little to the music, Maddie starts falling asleep on Cam's shoulder, he helps her clean up and they go to bed and sleep more soundly than they had in weeks. It hasn't really changed much since I wrote it, but it was definitely inspired by my own desires to go dancing in thunderstormy weather in the woods in the dark. @liminalblessings look more Just Another Tomorrow for you lol

28: Who is the most delightful character you've ever written? Why?

So I did answer this with Q Tomlinson previously, so I guess I'll answer this one with Cam. He's been a delight to write because he's such a dumbass, but he has a heart of gold, and while he doesn't really have a lot of negative things to say about his life, he realizes eventually that's because he comes from unknown privileges. He has a stable family, he's an only child to two parents that both have steady income and job security, and he's never really done anything really troublesome. He's genuinely a good kid, to a fault sometimes, but he cares so much. He just wants justice, even if he's not sure what justice truly looks like at any given time.

Thank you Cheshi! I'll pop over to your inbox in a few :)

#asked and answered #just another tomorrow

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hollisofficial · 3 months ago

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hi i don’t go here i just saw you reblogged my ship questions post so uhhh 75-85 any ship of your choice <3

IVE HAD THIS IN MY INBOX FOR LIKE OVER 2 WEEKS NOW DESPITE ME WANTING TO DO IT LIKE EVERY DAY... the procrastination luv... anyway TY FOR SENDING ILU :D im gunna do it with mirkai/kisa, two beautiful dnd characters that like one person who follows me knows abt. just gunna write all this like theres a fandom for this that understands. wrong. 7 people watching me klink together ocs.

75. who steals the other’s food more often?

mirkai absolutely does. he mostly just does it to be a little shit i dont even think he particularly likes the fancy food that kisa eats. i also think he tends to eat like a bird too so he usually doesnt have a lot of food/no food at all but ends up wanting more and just stealing from kisa.

76. do they believe in ‘celebrity hall passes’? if so, which celebrities are theirs?

[from behind the back of my hand, avoiding eye contact with you] tymora for mirkai.

77. what matching couples costumes do they wear?

i dont think theyd wear couples costumes nor can i think of any that wou- wait a second cop/prisoner would be fucking hilarious except theyre both criminals so idk who gets to be who.

78. who is naturally more cold / more hot?

MIRKAI IS CONSTANTLY FREEZING BC OF THE MEDS HES ON. when theyre alone hes like a heat seeking missile 24/7. kisas not even like a particularly warm person either its just comparatively mirkai is usually an icicle. the amount of 'cuddle for warmth' fics ive wrote is insane. somebody get this guy a nonmagical heated blanket.

79. which is more extroverted?

mirkai 110%. kisa is too reserved and doesnt particularly enjoy talking to people (ngl i think he was kinda unsocialized as the homeschooled eldest). i think mirkai hates 'business' or formal type speaking, but actually rly enjoys everyday bullshittery and joking with people. kisas the reverse but is coming out of his shell more with mirkai.

80. how do they celebrate valentine’s day?

mirkai forces kisa to have One Fucking Day Off and they sleep in and actually get to relax for once. they dont even do anything grand its just 'nope we're takin it easy together.'

81. what’s a holiday tradition they have? (ex. presents before breakfast on christmas)

they made a deal that mirkai gets t[redacted] [redacted] on [redacted] [redacted] wi[redacted] t[redact]and[reda[redacted] because[redacted] and kis[redacted][redacted][redacted][redacte-

yk?? 🤗

82. what niche pet names do they have for each other?

i dont think mirkai would use many pet names. maybe like 'baby' or 'babe' once in a blue moon when hes not watchin himself and it slips out, but i think he thinks pet names are too sappy.

kisa on the other hand, once he finally admits to himself that hes in a relationship, is so beautifully sappy. lots of like 'my love' and 'darling' type stuff that youd hear in old movies. probably also calls him nola/my nola a few times before mirkais like 👊 istg if you call me my actual name one more fucking time.

83. who hates small talk and would rather have deep conversations?

i think both of them actually, but moreso kisa. this ties in with the usual 'kisa doesnt like talking very much' which makes smalltalk seem trivial to him, but i feel like hes also a lot more in his own head than mirkai is. he has a lot of grand thoughts/wonders about things whereas mirkai generally tries not to dwell on big question/hypothetical type stuff. hes more of a 'deal with life as it comes' type guy but i do think hes genuinely rly smart/inquisitive and enjoys going back n forth with kisa about deeper things.

84. what’s their icebreaker / olive branch after a disagreement?

i think at the place theyre in w their relationship (unofficial, met under terrible conditions but grew from there) the best thing they usually do is just give eachother space for a while. after that to mend things its usually mirkai offering physical affection, kisa its offering acts of service.

85. what kind of food or restaurant is their favorite to get together?

LMAO me and the group have talked about this before and decided that their tastes are way too different to actually go out to eat together. i think they have to compromise on fancy-ness level every single time they wanna go out.

#THANK YOU FOR SENDING INLOVE TALKING ABOJT THESE IDIOTS..... klink klink klink . my barbiess #VERY VERY KIND OF YOU TO SEND AN ASK FR UR ASK GAME <3 #mail #readthephible #i should tag this as them fr my blog so anyone who sees me write my cute hcs fr them here can go into the tag i have fr them and get whiplas #mirkai #kisa #mirsa

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zyafics · 1 year ago

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omg hi!! hope ur doing well i love ur writing btw, (play fake is one of my fav fics ive EVER read!!)

could u do a fic where rafe and reader are like best friends, and they’ve always both kinda liked each other but they dont really act upon it, until rafe gets a buzzcut and reader starts acting like real shy and clumsy around him bcs she’s shocked abt how he could get even MORE attractive, and then he gets linda confused so he asks her why she’s acting so different and then she tells him? make it as smutty and fluffy as u want! 🫶🫶

first off, ily 🥹 and omg, YES!! i've been thinking about this ever since i got your req in my inbox, so here's my very earnest attempt at doing it justice 🩷

REALITY CHECK | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (Oneshot) | x Wildflower!BSF!Female Reader

Word Count — 5.3k.

Content — 18+, fluff, smut, soft!Rafe only to reader, protected p in v, oral (female receiving), lots of banters, and nicknames used: baby and wildflower.

Dedication — to @mintforadollar for helping me with the nickname and to @erwinsvow for her lovely fic, which i drew inspiration from and have been obsessing over for the past two weeks!

lıllılı Wildflower by 5 Seconds of Summer

"I want to run away."

It takes a moment for Rafe to register your confession and his response is a drowsy laugh. "Buy a guy dinner first."

You let out a groan, slumping against your wrinkled sheets and abundant pillows spread across your bed. "I'm being serious, Rafe. I'm tired of this house. It's too empty and quiet. I can't stand it. At night, I think I can hear my skin buzzing."

Rafe is accustomed to your sporadic calls regarding whatever issues you had with the world. Last week, it was about the insufficient amount of family portraits that frame the halls of your mansion.

"Maybe you just need to change your sheets."

"Stop!" You chastise. Rafe chokes up with another beat of laughter, low and rich with the deep timbre of his voice. The sound temporarily draws you away from your rant, igniting a small ember in your stomach. You brush away those tingly thoughts. "You're not listening to me."

"I think I'm listening to you perfectly fine, wildflower." He reassures, the solemnity of his tone takes you off the edge. Rafe shuffles on the other line, moving to a sitting position against his headboard. "What do you want? Do you want me to come pick you up?"

You cower from his offer, tucking one of your pillows under your chin. "You don't have to..."

"Don't get all shy with me now. You can't act this way when you're waking me up in the dead of night to report about your getaway plans."

"I feel bad."

Rafe sighs, getting off his bed. He knows the outcome of this conversation and rather prepares himself for the short drive. "I'm heading over."

"I could walk."

"It's freezing outside."

"Your house is down the block. I can survive."

"I'm already out the door. Just stay put." Rafe announces and before he's about to disconnect the call, he adds. "I'm serious."

He arrives in record time. Honking his truck with no regards for the nearby neighbors and you pad downstairs with a bag, descending down the driveway to the passenger side of his truck. A little shiver travels down your spine at the cool North Carolina weather.

"God, what did I tell you?" He scolds, noticing your lack of outwear, and reaches for the blanket in the backseats he keeps just for you. He throws it at your face, suffocating your air with a fluffy white fleece. You roll your eyes, covering your shoulders with it as Rafe reverses. "Where do you want to go?"

"Thought I'm supposed to buy you a meal first."

He doesn't bother entertaining your retort with a glance and flicks the side of your head with his fingers. You giggle. "We're not running away."

"Who said you're included in this adventure? I remember it being a one-person job."

Rafe scoffs. "You can't run away. You'd miss me too much."

"No, you'd miss me too much." You tease back, watching his lips pull to an upward curve at your words. It makes your heart flutters, knowing you always manage to get this side of Rafe. To the rest of Outer Banks, Rafe is seen as a precarious, self-absorbed playboy, but to you, he's your best friend.

And a little more.

The truck parks on the roadside of Tannyhill, the silhouettes of the estate surrounded by shadowy oak trees and a deep reflection of the moon on their waterfront view. Rafe doesn't make a move to leave, nor turn off the engine, before he turns to you.

"You okay?" He asks gravely, all humor stripped off his handsome features. You feel the air of your lungs stolen, at the amount of attention he's paying you, and the atmospheric change turns you to a bashful version of yourself.

"Fine." You answer, looking to your lap. "You know..."

Despite your house being a near-identical model to Rafe's, you hate yours. It's nothing about the architecture but rather the emptiness of the hallways. The cold floors sweep with minimalist decors. The echoes in the chambers where you can hear every little whirl in the air conditioner and creaks in the pipes. You'd rather be at Tannyhill.

Rafe doesn't say anything for the next few moments, observing you, before conceding a sigh. "Tell you what. I'll take you out on the Druthers tomorrow. We'll go bright and early, sail out for a couple of hours, watch the sunrise and it'll be something."

You lift your head, eyes lit up. "Is this our escape?"

"We gotta come back, though."

You frown but the offer remains enticing. It's better than nothing.

"Okay, deal." You nod, holding out your pinkie finger. Rafe scoffs at your gesture, but nonetheless, returns it. "Don't look so glum. You get to hang out with me."

"You do realize we have about three hours of sleep?"

You glance at the clock on his dashboard. He's right. But, you don't want to hold it off till another day. "I can go by myself. Just give me the keys for tomorrow."

He rolls his eyes, as if he would even consider that suggestion, and shakes his head. "I'm coming with you."

"Aren't you afraid you won't get your beauty sleep?"

"Shut up and get in the house."

You laugh and hop out of his truck. When you enter through his bedroom, you throw your bag to a random corner and stroll over to his closet in search for one of Rafe's tees to sleep in.

When you settle on something, you strip out of your clothes—in the middle of his bedroom, just as Rafe enters—and exchange it for his shirt. He had little regard for your act, having grown accustomed to you changing in front of him and vice versa.

All Rafe does is pull off his own shirt, because he likes to sleep naked, and turns back to you. Unlike him, you're never going to get used to seeing him naked—the defined muscles of his chest, the toned planes of his abs, all those hours spent at the gym are clearly not wasted.

You flush, realizing you're ogling him longer than appropriate, and lift your gaze to find a smirk curving his lips. "Oh, shut it," you push his shoulders, causing him to laugh. He takes the opportunity to capture your hand, pulling the both of you onto his mattress, and you yelp.

Rafe changes your position so you're facing him, an arm sprawls over your waist, and there's about a couple of inches of space between the two of you. Here, in the low streams of the moonlight glistening through the veiled curtains and the faint aroma of his cologne on his pillows, you can hear your own heartbeat in your ears.

You say nothing. He says nothing, You stare into his cerulean eyes, knowing all this little emotions you're feeling all over—the light pricks on your skin where he touches you, the lapse in your breathing from how attentive he is, and the sharp incline of your heart rate pulsing through your veins—is because of him.

His voice is low when he says, "you know you're my best friend, right?"

You couldn't find it in you to answer. You just nod.

Rafe swallows hard, not having the ability to string together the next sentence. Instead, all he does is nod along, leaning forward to place a light kiss on your forehead, before falling asleep.

The next morning, just an hour before the sunrise, Rafe and you head to the ports to board the Druthers. Despite the lack of adequate sleep, you were giddily and strumming with high energy. He holds out his hand to guide you up the stairs, afraid your enthusiasm would cause you to miss a step.

When the Druthers is far enough from shore, it pulls to a halt, gently bobbing on the ocean waves of the tame morning. You settle on the deck and Rafe slides into the spot next to you. Here, you have the perfect view of the sun slowly rising from the horizon, painting the sky in a palette of red, orange and yellow.

You're grinning. You're feeling much better, especially after your melodramatic episode. Your head rests on Rafe's chest, observing the skyline until the sun reaches its acme, while he watches you. Something about you, happy, content, and with him brings a warmth no one can replicate.

"We have to go swimming." You announce suddenly, twisting your head to look at him with excitement bubbling on your features, doe eyes pleading with a want.

His expression is flat, trying to contain his emotions. "It's seven in the morning."

"So? When has that stopped me before?"

"It's freezing cold."

"That's your excuse for everything." You scoff, before tilting your head in a challenge. "Are you scared of a little water, Rafe Cameron?"

There's a twinkle in your eyes, something about the way you talk to him, he would never allow from anyone else. It's just you. He had to look away, pretending to shake his head from the idea but knowing, at the end, he lost.

With a long dip into the ocean, you swim around the Druthers with light splashes thrown in his face, causing Rafe to chase after you for your little stunt. When the pair of you returned to the boat, dripping wet on the floor deck, laughter exchanging at the break of dawn.

"You cheated!" You accuse, grinning.

"I did not. You're just slow."

When you change out of your bikini and Rafe changes out of his swim trunks, you return to the cockpit where Rafe dons a new attire: khaki pants, a polo shirt, and his backward baseball cap. The air shifts, a more solemn expression on his face.

"You had enough now, wildflower?" He tips his head to your direction, as you approach him. "Ready to return back to the real world?"

You groan. "What's so special about that place?"

"Nothing that matters to you," he declares, "but I have a couple of errands I have to run today. I have to get back, but I won't leave until you're feeling better."

"Hm." You consider your satisfaction. Standing before Rafe, you watch as his lips curl in amusement at the way you're mauling through the finer details. The itinerary of your day and whether it was enough. When your eyes lock with his, you offer him a sweet smile, albeit a little reluctant.

"What?"

You don't answer him, reaching for his hat and taking it off his head, before plopping it over your own as a keepsake souvenir. "Now, I am."

—

After spending your afternoon with Topper and Kelce at the Country Club, distracting them from their tee time with your commentary about their swings, Rafe finally arrives to join you.

But it's different.

When Rafe said he had a couple of errands to run, you didn't ask for their specifics. He just said he'll join you later and you were content with that assumption.

You should've prepared yourself.

Rafe got a new haircut; a buzz that took away his dirty blond locks and a clean fade on the sides. For some reason, it makes your heart accelerate. Your breath shortens. Rafe has always been attractive before but now, you couldn't even look at him.

When he tries to approach you in greeting, you dip out of the way and return to Topper and Kelce. However, in the middle of your path, you nearly tripped over some hazardously-abandoned golf club one of the boys threw out, but Rafe caught you. A hand on your elbow, his brows drawn together in concern.

"You good?" He asks. You can't help but let your eyes stray up to his hairline, finding it voided of the curtain bangs it previously occupies and the strands you like to mess with. Your gaze instantly drops to the ground.

"I'm–I'm fine." You stutter, heat rising to your cheeks from the embarrassing fact that you couldn't even make a clean getaway. Rafe helps you find your balance and you slip out of his grasp as you excuse yourself back to the other Kooks.

That's how the rest of the evening went. Through another round of golf and a dinner at the restaurant inside the Country Club, you try to ignore Rafe to the best of your abilities. It was a difficult task but a necessary one. Your emotions were fuzzy and harder to control. You couldn't even look at your best friend without flushing or revealing everything on your face.

You thought you could wait it out till you get home.

"Come on, wildflower." Rafe grabs your wrist, just as you're about to join Topper in his car, and you turn to face his contempt expression. Annoyance written over his features. "I'm driving you home."

"No, it's fine. Top said he can give me a ride—"

"We live nearby each other. There's no point for Top to do all that. Right?" Rafe cuts a hard look to the blond in the driver seat, to whom easily backs off with two hands raised in surrender. Coward. Rafe turns back to you. "Let's go."

You end up in the passenger seat of his truck. On the long drive back to Figure Eight, you were uncharacteristically quiet. Often, you would fidget with the stereo, messing with Rafe's presets on country and rap stations, to which he always has to swat your hands away. Today, you sat obediently in your seat, hands tucked between your thighs, looking anywhere but Rafe.

"You're not going to listen to music?" He asks, trying to cut the silence. You shake your head.

"I'm not feeling it."

You try to count the seconds. You try to distract yourself by looking out the window and listening to the chirps of crickets coming out, but all you can focus on is the sound of yours and Rafe's breathing. The acute awareness of something in the air. The amount of space between the two of you. The way something deep in you changed about him.

It isn't his fault. Whatsoever. It's all yours. All those times spent at Tannyhill, stealing his shirts to wear to sleep, cuddling up in his bed after sneaking out of your estate, running around with Rafe doing god-knows-what. You developed something for him. A crush. An inkling.

You always told yourself you could control it. It's natural for best friends to like each other at one point. It'll fade away eventually.

But, unfortunately for you, that isn't the case. it got worse. It grew more desperate. With each inching territory into something else means a larger consequence it can have on your friendship.

You can't lose him.

"Hey." Rafe calls out, his voice softens considerably from the aggression he used with Topper a while back. You don't turn to face him, despite that being his sole objective, and you respond back with a light hum. "Am I driving you home or Tannyhill?"

To you, those are the same things. Home is where Tannyhill is, where Rafe is. But, you knew what he was referring to.

"Tannyhill." You answer in a chipped tone. "I forgot my bag."

"Of course, you did." He teases, trying to break the tension with some lightheartedness. It doesn't work. You don't answer, too lost in resisting the urge to look at him.

Rafe sighs when you refuse to acknowledge him and turns back to the road. That's when you spare a glance from the corner of your peripheral; just a small peek.

And there he is: Rafe with the fresh shave that is such a strange yet welcomed sight. It brings out a clearer definition of his handsome features, the planes of his sharp profile, the cut of his jawline and the wrinkles around his eyes you always adore. It's too much for you.

You can't let him know that.

He's your best friend.

When he reaches Tannyhill, you leap out of the moving vehicle and race up the porch. You take the hidden key from under the mat and turn the lock, slipping into the familiar foyer and up the large stairwell.

Racing against an internal clock, once you enter the bedroom, you search for your bag, but you can't seem to pinpoint its location. When you manage to miraculously find it underneath the covers, you throw it over your shoulders and sprint to the exit.

Only for Rafe to block it.

"Why are you in such a rush?" He asks, his brows furrowed together as he examines you. You quickly drop your gaze to the ground, pretending to be interested in the patterns on the marble.

"I just..." You stammer for an excuse. "I just got to get home."

"Why? You hate your house."

"I don't hate it." You lie. The conversation tips into an awkward tension—the exact thing you were trying to avoid. You think you need to spend a day, or two, or a whole week, to collect yourself and force yourself back to normal. Back to when you can look at him without revealing everything on your face.

"God, what is it? You don't like it?" Rafe laughs with an ounce of nervousness and the sound takes you back. You look up, finding him running a hand over his buzzcut. "It's my hair, isn't it?"

He didn't know why he decided to buzz it off. He just did. He didn't care if his father didn't approve or if Wheezie would make fun of him for the sudden change in appearance. That didn't matter to him.

But your opinions did.

"What?" Your lips part. Were you that obvious? "I never said that."

"You didn't need to. This entire evening, you've barely looked at me."

He's right.

"I was busy."

"Playing golf with Top? You hate that shit." He retorts, dropping his hand to his side, clenching them into whiten knuckles. "And when we were at the restaurant. You were sitting with Kelce. Why the fuck were you sitting with him instead of me?"

You swallow hard. Your throat is tightening with all the words you can't reveal.

"Maybe I just want to change it up. I am friends with them too—"

"But you're my friend first."

You scoff. "Possessive much?"

"Very." He answers nonchalantly. Your heart skips a beat. He can't say that; it's not fair. "And knowing you for so long, I know what you're telling me is complete and total bullshit."

His hand slides under your jaw, lifting your gaze to meet his, and you can't help but feel your walls crumbling. You're afraid. You're so afraid.

"Come on, wildflower." He murmurs softly, swiping his thumb across your cheek. "Tell me the truth."

You have always been able to do that. In ways. When Rafe asks something of you, you're always able to tell him straight. It's one of the qualities he likes about you. Now is the first time you're going against your nature. Because it's too close, too real, that it can change everything.

Your throat grows dry and you lick your bottom lip, causing Rafe to glance down.

"I..." You begin, trying to string together a coherent sentence that won't damage everything. He raises a brow, waiting. "Sometimes it's hard for me to look at you."

You close your eyes after the confession. Your heart is in his hands.

All the air in the room stills, as if the air conditioner turns off and you're all left with a tense, palpable silence. You can't bear it. At least, at your house, you can blast your speakers on full-volume to create some level of noise and block it out. Here, all you can hear is the thumping of your heart in your ears.

"Say something." You urge.

"Sometimes it's hard for me to look at you too."

Your heart drops. You think he doesn't understand. He thinks you can't stand him physically, especially after his haircut, and this is a similar sentiment shared by him about you.

He doesn't feel the same way.

"Oh."

You open your eyes, trying hard not to cry. You can feel them swelling with hot tears but you blink fast, trying to not let Rafe see.

He immediately recognizes the look, drawing back his hand. That’s not what he meant. "Don't cry."

You're not doing a good job at hiding anything today. "No, it's okay," you say with a crack voice, "you don't have to—"

"No, fuck," he swears, "what I mean is that, sometimes, when you look at me, I just—" He couldn't explain himself, not in time, not in the way he wants, that he covers your eyes, flooding your vision with darkness and heightening every other sense.

Rafe releases a deep exhale, collecting himself. "Those eyes..." He mumbles, the resonance of his voice so close, it's as if he's right beside you. You feel his breathing fanning against the curve of your neck, raising goosebumps. "They drive me fucking insane."

Then, he kisses your neck.

The act jolts you by surprise.

"Everything about you drives me insane." He confesses against your heated skin, the vibration of his words sending straight tingles through your body. "I can't go a day without thinking about you. About wanting you."

Not just as a best friend, but as a whole. Everything about you he needs. In his life; forever. Sometimes, he can't believe you exist.

You're overwhelmed with all these new emotions. Your heart is swelling. "Rafe..."

"You're my best friend, right?" He muses, delivering kisses up the column of your throat to the underside of your jaw, and making his way closer to your lips. "But you're also the only one for me."

Before he gets to your mouth, you grab his wrist, the one holding you blindfolded. He stops in place—afraid this is your time to reject him.

"Rafe." You breathe out. "Can I see you?"

He slowly removes his hand, allowing your vision to flood back with his presence. This time, the sight of Rafe doesn't push you into overdrive. There's a new sense of clarity and calm, an elated comfort you don't share with anyone else.

You take your time drinking him in. From his face, to his lips, to the fresh haircut you're feeling entirely too grateful for. You do it all without fear.

"What?" He demands, his insecurities skyrocketing through the roof. "Don't like it?"

"I love you."

His heart lunges in his chest. He couldn't believe the words coming from your lips. When it completely registers that this is not some sweet, wet dream he's going to wake up from, his hands reach forward to cup either side of your face and he finally kisses you.

His force pushes you back against his bed and you land on the mattress with a soft thump. You laugh into his mouth and Rafe grins against your lips.

"Eager, much?"

"I wanted to hear you say that for so long." He admits, his hand travels down your waist to grab your hips and pull you closer. Rafe deepens the kiss, swallowing the little sounds you're making, until you have to pull away to catch your breath.

You can't believe this is happening.

"I didn't know you were such a good kisser."

"Yeah? You wanna know what else I'm good at?"

Your eyes drop to his pants, seeing the subtle outline of his erection straining against his zipper, and he chuckles lowly. "You want it tonight?"

You nod timidly. Your eyes dropping to your lap again, but this time, Rafe doesn't allow you to do such things.

He grabs your chin, forcing your gaze to his. "Don't do that, baby. You know how I feel about you getting shy from asking what you want. Use your words."

The new nickname is making you lightheaded. You can't believe this is real. "I want you, Rafe."

Sweetest goddamn words he ever heard.

He tips his head to your clothes. "Take it off."

"You first."

He laughs at your competitiveness, always trying to challenge him, but he doesn't resist. He pushes himself off the mattress, pulling off his shirt and removing his pants. All that is left is his boxer-briefs, which reveals the outline of his bulge. "Your turn."

You take off your shirt and your shorts and decide, last minute, to go the extra mile and unclasp your bra too. It falls over your shoulders and you throw it out onto the floor.

Rafe takes his time, staring at your tits. He has seen you naked before, the consequence of your intimate relationship that pushes the boundaries into blurred lines and the inevitable collision of morning showers in his ensuite and drunken exchanges after parties.

But this time, it's different. This time, it's a sight that's intentional—just for him.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this?"

You gawk at him, the words send a thrill down your spine. "Do you know how long I waited for this?" You gesture back to him, at his naked frame, and he smirks.

"You got an eyeful last night."

"Oh, shut up," you use your leg to kick him, but Rafe catches your ankle in the process. Your eyes widen as he uses the opportunity to spread your legs apart, sinking between your thighs. His gaze finds your soaked panties.

His thumb traces across your panties, drawing out your wetness against the fabric and collecting your arousal. You whimper, aching into his touch.

"Rafe, please." You beg. His eyes lifts to find yours in a self-satisfied grin. He loves knowing you're this desperate for him, only him, that his fingers hook under the band of your panties.

"Lift your hips for me." He commands and you obey. He pulls off your panties and hauls you to the ledge of his bed. With that, his fingers caress your wet slit, drawing out a low moan from you. "Fuck."

He has imagined that sound a thousand times over, but it's incomparable to the real thing. To know you're feeling this way because of him. He feels himself growing harder, straining against the thin fabric and begging to be inside of you.

But he wants to pleasure you first.

Rafe lowers himself and covers your clit with his mouth. He proceeds to suck, his fingers grazing your entrance before plunging a thick digit inside.

You tip your head against the mattress, reveling in the feel of his tongue against your swollen nub, the way he thrusts into you with a steady pace and the additive finger. Your legs drape over his shoulders, closing him in.

"Fuck, baby, you taste so sweet," Rafe mumbles against you, the vibration of his words stirring something inside of you. "I can't believe I haven't been tasting you every single fucking night."

You draw out with a breathy moan, feeling yourself clench at his words. "We have all the time now."

"I bet I can make you come on my face fast, though."

You don't get a chance to entertain the response before Rafe sucks harder, pumping inside of you with a determined speed that causes you to arch off the mattress and claw at his sheets.

"Shit," you whimper, squeezing your thighs together at the intense pleasure, forcing Rafe to use his free hand to push your legs apart. You feel your climax rapidly approaching. "Oh, god, oh, god."

You come on his face, as promised, and you slump back against the bed, catching your breath. Rafe removes his hand from your cunt, the emptiness causes a little whine.

"What?" He looks at you.

"Nothing," you mumble, "I just want you inside me."

He laughs. "God, you're needy," he teases, causing heat to rise to your cheeks. "Don't worry, baby, you'll get it soon."

He goes to his nightstand and pulls out a condom. Just as he's about to tear it open, he glances down at you, extending the small square. "Want to do it?"

You nod, pushing yourself upright and taking it from his hands. You rip it open, as Rafe removes his boxers, and his cock springs free, red and swollen with a bit of precum. You smile, glancing up at him with your doe eyes. "Is that because of me?"

"Shut up."

You giggle, rolling the latex over his length, taking your time to admire his size. He's big and perfect, the tip of his cock dripping with his precum that you almost wish you could take him inside your mouth instead. However, despite the recent orgasm, your body wants him inside.

"Lay back." He commands thickly. "Spread your legs."

You do as he says, throbbing from the control he has in the room. Rafe sinks his knees into his mattress, approaching you as he pushes your thighs apart and lines his tip against your entrance, causing your breath to shorten.

"Come on, wildflower, breathe with me."

You nod shakily, closing your eyes for a moment to inhale a calming breath before he plunges deep inside you, filling you to the hilt. A gasp escapes you, his girth stretching you out, but it soon fades into a pleasure unlike any others.

"God, you feel good," he mumbles, lowering himself to your mouth and capturing your lips into a hot kiss. Your hand drapes over his shoulders as he begins to thrust inside of you. "Too fucking good."

You feel perfect. All of this is too perfect. The way you press against him, your fingernails scraping his back, the way your pussy grips him with the ideal amount of pressure, and the way your lips sync with his as if you were made for him.

The air fills with your whimpers and mewls, increasing in volume with each thrusts that enters and leaves you, while Rafe is heaving in breathy grunts and moans. He pushes your legs back, forcing the new position to grant him deeper access into your sweet cunt.

He's hitting new spots you didn't know were possible. It's making your eyes roll to the back of your head, your cries coming out with desperate pleas, that he had to cover your mouth with his to swallow all the noises.

When you feel yourself reaching a familiar high, the buzz tingling between your legs, you grip his shoulders tight. Rafe feels your walls fluttering around him, and he quickened his pace, sweat breaking across his forehead.

Your breath is heavy, your heart is racing, and as you ascend into your peak, you moan out Rafe's name with such euphoric satisfaction, he comes with you, emptying into the condom.

When he finishes, he falls into the space next to you. His breathing is rough, trying to catch his own breath, that you can't help but turn your gaze to his, examining him under this new light.

Rafe catches you staring, the way your eyes lift to his hairline, and he reassures with a soft brush against your jaw. "It'll grow back, I promise."

"it's not that." You declare, dropping your gaze down to his face. You still can't believe the embarrassment you still feel by how attractive he is. "I like it."

"You do?"

"Why else would I hide from you?"

Rafe scoffs, shaking his head with a ghost of a smile on his lips. His hand drops to your waist, pulling you closer to him until you're skin-to-skin, your breasts pressing against his chest.

"You couldn't tell me the whole time?" He mumbles, kissing your nose. You giggle.

"If I did, we wouldn't be here having sex."

He takes a moment to consider your words, before finding some merit in them. "Fair." He declares, just as his eyes find yours again. This time, he can look at you, knowing you're his. "I guess next time I get a new haircut, I can propose, huh?"

Your heart drops. Your smile fades from surprise. "What?"

He laughs at your expression. "You think I'm letting you go after this? It's either us or nothing."

Maybe reality isn’t too bad.

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froggibus · 2 years ago

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Hi!

I saw where requests were open and you cleared out some.

I was wondering if you’d be okay for me to resubmit my dark/yandere batboys requests.

If you dont feel like doing a request like that it’s perfectly okay, this is your blog and your time so don’t worry and think I won’t be on your blog if you don’t. It’s all up to you, I just don’t want to take up you inbox if so.

Just let me know

Love ya!

- angst lover 🖤

This Unruly Mess I've Made - Dick Grayson

Pairing: Dick Grayson x gn! reader

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: while Dick Grayson has always been your ball of sunshine, Nightwing hasn't, and on a particularly bad night, you see just how terrifying the vigilante really is

CW: violence, fighting, Dick accidentally hits reader (mistakes them for someone else), yelling, Dick says some pretty mean things, angst, groveling, some hurt/comfort

this is the third time ive had to rewrite Dick's part (also why this took so long!!) i kinda struggle with writing yandere/darker themes but i am trying! im sorry if this isn't quite what you wanted, but i was honestly stumped on how to write this for Dick.

also since these turned out so long i am going to separate them (also im thinking about doing a Tim version + am definitely doing a Bruce version)

Jason Version

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It’s dark and cold, but that’s typical for a night in Gotham. The rain is coming down hard, dripping down your face and soaking you to the bone. You squint into the darkness, searching desperately for your boyfriend.

His words echo in your mind. Stay put, I’ll be right back.

He had clenched your shoulders just a little too hard, his jaw set a little too tight. You understand why—if the roles were reversed, if you had received a call from him in the middle of the night, his voice strained and teary, you would be angry too. If you knew someone was following him, stalking him like some sort of prey, you’d be equally as mad.

He was at your side within a minute of the call, swooping in to save you. He had gotten you to safety, making sure you were okay, before diving back off into the night.

That was almost an hour ago, and you couldn’t stand in the rain under the overhang of the convenience store any longer. You had tried to call him, but he wasn’t answering. So, you set out to find him yourself.

How hard could it be to find a vigilante dressed in all black in the dead of night in Gotham?

Very hard, apparently, because you’ve been stumbling down the wet streets for what seems like hours with no sign of Nightwing.

Your clothes stick to your skin, every inch of you is wet and cold. You try to make your way back to your apartment, but the streets don’t look familiar to you anymore and you only grow more desperate with each passing moment.

There’s a bright orange light up ahead, so bright you feel like you’re imagining it. And it’s warm, warm like the sun. For a minute you’re not sure if it’s already day or not, but when you get closer, you see the roaring fire in front of you.

There’s figures in front of it, casting shadows across the street in a way that can only be described as menacingly. You squint, the light so intense it hurts your eyes. You can just barely make out the figure of your boyfriend up ahead, beating up some goons.

Someone else is with him, someone big. You can’t tell if it’s Bruce or Jason from this angle, but you don’t care. You’re so overwhelmed from the cold and your misery that you’re running to Dick before you even realize what you’re doing.

Dick’s just knocked out the last goon on him before he sees another, smaller one emerging from the darkness. Running straight towards him. The adrenaline has his heart beating so fast that it’s painful, his vision tunnelling, his instincts kicking in.

Just as you get to his sides, Dick reacts. His arm flies out, hitting you in the chest and knocking you flat on your ass. The wind is knocked out of you from the hit, shockwaves being sent up your tailbone from the impact.

You look up at him with teary, confused eyes. Dick stares back, equally confused, pupils blown. No, not Dick. Nightwing.

You expect him to react, to help you up, to apologize.

“What are you doing here?”

There’s not enough breath left in your body to speak, but he takes that as a sign to keep talking.

“I told you to stay put! Do you even know how much danger you’re putting yourself in, here? Putting me in?” His voice is gravelly and angry, a tone that you’ve never heard before. “You could have ruined everything!”

“I-I’m sorry,” you wheeze, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Jason’s ears perk up at the yelling, and you see him start to approach from over Dick’s shoulder. You don’t want him to see you guys argue, but that went out the window when Dick started yelling at you in public.

“Sorry doesn’t mean anything! Why can’t you just listen to basic instructions, y/n? Why do you have to make every single thing so fucking difficult on me?”

You flinch from his words. Actually flinch. He’s never spoken to you like this before. He’s never been this angry before. His chest rises and falls quickly, the adrenaline taking over completely. He takes a step towards you but you scramble back, your hands scraping on the pavement.

He tries to step forwards again but a hand catches his collar. He spins around, facing his younger brother. “What the hell are you doing?”

Jason shoves his chest hard. “No, what the hell are you doing? Can’t you see how fucking terrifying you’re being right now? Look at y/n,” he gestures to you, and when the older boy refuses to look, he shoves him again. “Look!”

“Stay out of this, Hood,” he shoves him back. “It’s none of your damn business.”

They keep arguing, voices rising with their adrenaline. Neither one of them are paying any mind to you, too busy shoving each other and getting in each other’s faces to look at you.

You take this opportunity to scramble to your feet, forcing yourself to take slow and silent steps until you’re far enough away to start running. You don’t look back, feet pounding the pavement.

Dick knows he’s out of line, he knows the adrenaline and the aggression are consuming him the way they’ve always consumed Batman. But he can’t stop it. Not tonight, not when you were in danger not once, but twice. He knows he’s spiralling, losing the control he’s held onto so tightly, but he can’t stop it now.

And Jason. Jason stepping in the way and shoving him? He can’t let that stand. And even if he knows he’s wrong, he’s not going to admit it and give the younger boy the satisfaction.

Their fight only gets worse, spiralling out of control. Dick giving into the adrenaline, Jason giving into his urges. It gets so bad that even Tim and Damian are scared. It gets so bad that all of a sudden there’s a familiar thud behind them and they both freeze in their tracks.

Dick knows even before he turns around that he’ll be face to face with Batman. Still, he does it, and the disappointed look his father is shooting him is enough to drain the fight from his body. Waves of clarity wash over him, and the events from the night start to register.

Bruce says nothing, his look is enough. The anger in his eyes says it all. Cave. Now.

The boys trudge after him, finding their own respective ways back to Wayne manor. Dick can’t help but tug on his hair and groan. What is this unruly mess I’ve made?

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There’s bruises on your ass and chest. A large, long one across your chest in the exact shape of Dick’s forearm, and a big round one on your ass from where you hit the ground.

You can’t help but stare at them in the mirror, the ugly purple colour only making you more emotional. You want to scream, you want to cry, you want to hit him.

But you don’t do any of that. Instead, you step into the shower and stand under the hot water and close your eyes. All you want is to forget, for last night to have not happened. But it did. And nothing you can do will change that.

Dick feels horrible. How could he have said any of that to you? He didn’t even help you up after he hit you, accident or not. The thought of his own actions make him sick.

Bruce spent the better part of the night lecturing both him and Jason, and even after Jason left, he kept yelling at Dick. He couldn’t bring himself to argue or defend himself. How could he? He hurt you. He continued to hurt you. If Jason wasn’t there…he hates to think what might have happened.

He slams his phone down. This is the 37th time he’s called this morning, and still no answer. After the fifth call, they just started going straight to voicemail. Even his texts say they’re not being delivered.

He sighs, knowing he has no choice other than to head to your apartment.

—

You know before you even open the door that Dick is the one knocking. He keeps his touch on the wood soft, as if he’s scared to startle you. Which he is.

You don’t open the door. You look at him through the peephole, and he looks almost as rough as you feel. You sigh.

“Y/n,” his voice is soft, raspy. “I know you’re there. I-I can hear you breathing.”

You slide down the other side of the door, leaning your head against the hardwood.

“You don’t have to talk, and I know you owe me nothing but please—just, listen.”

Your heart aches and you’re not sure what to do. You want to listen to him and you want him to make everything okay again, but you don’t know if it ever can after last night.

“I fucked up. God, y/n, I fucked up real bad. I-I don’t know what was going through my head. I was being so stupid and I was on edge and the adrenaline—I was so worried about you.”

A few tears fall down your face at his words.

“I didn’t mean to hit you, and I think you know that. I would never hit you. I would never lay a damn finger on you like that.”

You wipe the tears on your forearm, your nose stuffy from crying.

“I know that I can’t take back what I said. I know that you’ll never forget that—fuck, I’ll never forget that. But I just need you to know that I didn’t mean it. I never meant any of that.”

Your breath is shaky and it takes everything you have to not start sobbing loudly. You clench your knees together, shoving your head between them. You know that he’s being sincere, and you know that he didn’t mean what he said.

“Y/n, you are the love of my life. I mean it—you are it for me. There’s never going to be someone else. And I need you to know that this will never happen again. I will never let this happen again.”

His voice cracks with every word, he’s so close to tearing up, but he won’t let himself. This isn’t his moment to break down. This is yours.

He doesn’t know what else to say, he doesn’t know what he could possibly add to make this better. Just as he goes to speak again, the door swings open and you’re face to chest with him.

“Y/n…”

“I-I don’t really know what to feel right now,” you admit. “A part of me is really scared of you, but I love you so damn much and—and I think as long as Nightwing stays away from me, we can make this work.”

He nods. “Whatever you want, baby. You name it and it’s yours.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you okay if I hug you?” His blue eyes meet yours, “we don’t have to if you’re not up for it. I understand that you don’t really trust me right now and—”

You practically jump on him, wrapping your arms around him. Dick accepts you with open arms, squeezing you so hard he lifts you off of your feet. You wrap your legs around his waist, nuzzling your face into his shoulder.

He holds you, gently bouncing you up and down in a motion that’s so soothing you almost fall asleep on his shoulder. “I love you, y/n. I love you more than anything.”

#batfam #batman #dick grayson #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson angst #nightwing x you #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing angst

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pokenimagines · 3 years ago

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SFW Raihan | Fic | maybe continuation of reverse hisui'd reader you wrote a while back? Maybe Raihan teaching reader about technology while at the same time trying to figure out what to do about this whole situation with Sonia and some other gym leader? I just love the idea of reverse hisui so much fhcvjfxvj

Fun fact: Queenie and I both had a moment of staring off into space and being like Gandalf when he says "I have no memory of this place." In short...we forgot that I wrote a reverse Hisui fic until I dug through the archives and found it. Quickly read it and here we go. Also, the original link to the fic can be found here.

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SFW Raihan: Hisuian Technology

“No, this is a normal phone…I don’t know what that is, but it isn’t normal.” Raihan said, as he looked at your Arc phone. You had no idea what he was getting at since they looked similar, but apparently your phone wasn’t like his, “You don’t even have a phone number in here.”

“And? I was the only one who owned this. Who was I gonna call even if I did have a number?” You asked with a huff. Your bickering had been going on for a solid twenty minutes, as of now. Leon sighed from his spot on the couch, as he walked over to Raihan. He clamped a hand down on the taller man’s shoulder.

“I don’t think you’re gonna get it through their head.” Leon said and Raihan groaned.

“Why are you so stubborn?” Raihan finally said, you shrugged.

“My stubbornness saved the world, so excuse yourself.” You snapped. Raihan looked at you for a moment, before shaking his head.

“See what I mean?” Raihan said to Leon, “They use modern terms and have a kinda phone, but they’re not from this time period. How is this possible?”

“Rai…I’m literally right here!” You said with a huff, “Listen dude…I don’t know what’s going on either. It’s been a week and we haven’t figured anything out. All I remember is fighting god and then waking up here.”

“Fighting god…” Leon said with a small whistle, “You sure about that?”

“I don’t believe them.” Raihan said as his smirk grew, “No way you could fight a god and win.” He teased.

“Oh? Should I prove it? I’ll take you and Leon on, right here, right now. Square up, scrub.” You said, jumping up in excitement.

Before Leon could voice his excitement, Raihan was stopping it, “Later. We have Sonia coming over soon to help us figure things out.”

“Ah, a new character.” You murmured as you looked around the room, “Can we watch the box while we wait? I’m bored.” You complained and Raihan took a moment as he tried thinking about what you said.

“The…the TV?” Raihan said with another groan.

“Ya, that thing. I wanna watch the drawn characters with the big eyes again.” You said and Leon laughed as he looked at Raihan.

“Good luck teaching them about live tv.” Leon said and Raihan laughed.

“They were still amazed by the running water. They almost flooded the bathroom just watching it.” Raihan said before looking over at you.

“Fine, we can put on some anime until Sonia gets here.” He said, with a head shake. You cheered at that, plopping yourself on the couch. This modern world thing wasn’t so bad after all.

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leviathans-watching · 2 years ago

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hi! ugh your writing is always so good, i love it sm 😭 if you’re okay with it, could you do another one of the lucifer and mammon sorting out their problems fic? (but maybe this time reversed and it’s mammon helping lucifer, if not that’s fine). thank you <3

let me wrap my teeth around the world

includes: lucifer & mammon

wc: 1k | rated t | m.list | cross-posted on ao3

a/n: ugh this was so fun to write i love exploring them. this is heavy in terms of guilt and lilith so be forewarned, but i hope you like it!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come say hi!! (title from hozier's eat your young)

please reblog <33

SUMMARY:

"Knock knock,” Mammon calls from the hall, and Lucifer knows he’ll enter his room even if he doesn’t answer. It doesn’t take Mammon long to find him out on the balcony, quiet and contemplative.

“Whatcha up to?” Mammon asks, leaning against the railing and looking at Lucifer. “Everyone’s wondering where you went.”

Lucifer leans back in his chair. “Just thinking.”

Mammon tilts his head in a way that makes his hair fall into his eyes. Instead of brushing it aside like a normal person, he tries, futilely, for several moments, to blow it away. “About what?” he asks finally. “’Cause you look kinda sad.”

Lucifer’s reminded, then, of just how intuitive his normally blockheaded brother could be. “About Lilith,” he answers honestly, and Mammon sucks in a breath.

Swirling the Demonus in his cup, Lucifer looks over the city, bustling and loud, so different from the newly formed and underdeveloped fledgling that it had been when he’d fallen. It had changed so much.

He had changed so much.

The door connecting his balcony and his room is partly open, as is the door from his room to the hallway, so he can hear his brothers squabbling playfully your melodious laugh mixing and echoing with his brothers’.

And it’s wonderful that they can have moments like that. It’s, well, honestly, not something he’d ever expected. Everyone had been so sullen and quiet and angry after they’d fallen, grief from losing Lilith still painfully fresh, and without a common enemy they’d begun to turn on themselves, dynamic not at all helped by the formation of Satan.

And since Satan had all of his anger, Lucifer had just been… tired. And overwhelmingly, achingly sad. For Lilith, of course, but also for the rest of his brothers. If only he had done things differently, handled it all better, been more powerful…

It was no use thinking of ‘what ifs’. Besides, hadn’t he just been thinking how nice everything was? How grateful he was to hear them laughing and joking and teasing? He shouldn't still get caught up in the past.

“Knock knock,” Mammon calls from the hall, and Lucifer knows he’ll enter his room even if he doesn’t answer. It doesn’t take Mammon long to find him out on the balcony, quiet and contemplative.

“Whatcha up to?” Mammon asks, leaning against the railing and looking at Lucifer. “Everyone’s wondering where you went.”

Lucifer leans back in his chair. “Just thinking.”

Lucifer’s reminded, then, of just how intuitive his normally blockheaded brother could be. “About Lilith,” he answers honestly, and Mammon sucks in a breath.

“Jeez, that’s pretty heavy,” he says. “But what about her?”

Lucifer takes a deep pull from his drink, wishing it was more potent. To be honest, though, maybe it was good that it wasn’t because he might be a little drunk already. The other alternative is that he’s losing it from all of the stress he’s constantly under.

“The whole situation. What I could have done differently, how I failed you all. So yes,” he adds with a wry chuckle, “pretty heavy stuff.”

Mammon blinks like he’s having trouble comprehending Lucifer’s words. “Failed us?”

Lucifer waves his hand absently. “You know, how I should have handled the situation better, not let her die, told Micheal to shove it when I had the chance. That sort of thing.”

Mammon is silent for a long moment, then begins to speak, tone strangely earnest. “But you couldn’t have done anything different, Lucifer. That’s the thing. You did the best that you could, choosing family over everything else, and then continued to sacrifice yourself when we got down here. You did so much, do so much, and we all see and appreciate it, even if we’re not really the best at showing it. Nobody blames you for what happened.”

“It sure seems like you did,” he says bleakly, unwilling to meet Mammon’s eyes.

Mammon wrings his hands, a sure sign of his discomfort, but pushes on. “Lucifer, we were hurt! And that’s not an excuse, but it is an explanation. We were hurting, and confused because our whole world was turned upside down, and there you were, pushing on as if it never happened. Now, it’s very clear to me that you were just putting on a brave face, trying to be a good older brother at the expense of your own well-being, but at the time it just seemed like you got over it. Like you didn’t really care. And it also seemed like our words never got to you, which made it easy to ignore the implications of what we were saying and doing.” Mammon’s cheeks are flushed. “Honestly, if anyone did something wrong here, it was me. I was old enough to know better, and yet I just did the easiest thing with no regard for how I was hurting other people.”

“Like you said,” Lucifer says with a shrug, “you were hurting.”

“But that doesn’t make it okay!” Mammon bursts out. “Especially not when I can still see it has an effect on you centuries later! So let me tell you clearly: you are not at fault for anything regarding Lilith. You did your best and protected this family and worked your ass off to get us where we are today. You did everything you could.”

Lucifer hadn't realized how heavy and ever-present the guilt was until it was absolved, making him able to breathe with ease for the first time in he didn’t even know how long. Finding himself blinking back tears, he swallows hard.

“Thank you,” he says. “I really appreciate you saying that.”

Mammon claps him on the shoulder awkwardly. God, neither of them are good at this sort of thing.

“Is there anything else you want to get off your chest now that we’re in the mood?” Mammon asks, and Lucifer laughs wetly.

“No, I think that was all of it. You?”

“Nah, you know me. Always good, always issue-free.”

Lucifer lets the lie, grossly blatant as it is, pass. They’ve had enough sharing for one day.

“Do you want to come back in the house now?” Mammon asks, nodding towards the door. “They’re probably all missing us dreadfully.” That sounds like a lie, given that Lucifer can still hear them laughing and talking like Mammon had ever left, but the thought still counts.

“I’m going to stay out here for a little while longer,” Lucifer replies after a moment.

“Do you want me to stay out here with you?”

Lucifer looks up, into Mammon’s warm gaze. “If you’d like, you can. I could really use another drink and I think I have another cup on my dresser.”

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awkwardbsd · 3 years ago

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Blog Update (Nov. 22, 2022)

[This is my second time trying to make this because Tumblr ate my post just as I was posting it, so bear with me.]

It has been a very long time since I've made one of these due to life and other circumstances, but I've decided to make another blog update due to me realizing that I've been kind of neglecting this blog since my interest with the series faded. Especially since season 4 is coming in time for my birthday, I should definitely start doing a been more housekeeping around here (or whatever you want to call sorting this mess of a blog).

I want to once again thank everyone for their support! I check through reblogs and notes, and even though I feel some sort of obligation to not disappoint, I can assure you that it gives me the energy to not completely abandon this blog!

With that in mind, I have been watching more anime lately and have also been playing Pokemon Violet.

I highly recommend watching Romantic Killer (I even made a post about it. It's on Netflix, and it's a great, fun, kinda stupid little anime to watch. I won't elaborate too much on it, but I am basically making this post solely to force this upon people who follow me spread the word about this anime. I enjoyed it too much to let Netflix potentially not make a season 2 (even though there's no source material to go off of for a continuation).

The MC is just like me, for real!

Tell your mom, dad, other parents, siblings, neighbours, dogs, and cats to go watch this anime. It's funny, a great parody on the reverse harem genre, and it is just a wild ride from start to finish.

Anyways, if you guys have any suggestions, submissions, or just want to tell me about anime/seiyuu/BSD-related stuff, my inbox is always open!

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pascalpanic · 4 years ago

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i am SPAMMIN ur inbox i apologize my love BUT if i may say: “No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!” from the prompt list with frankie or javi would be so good

frankie because he’s a shy lovesick dork

javi because “NO they can’t know i was that whipped from the beginning”

also stay hydrated today, you’re wonderful thank you for always making me smile :”)

sunny NEVER apologize for spamming me

Mama Morales (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Summary: You help Frankie move. Teresa, Frankie’s mom, loves to meddle.

W/C: 1.4K

Warnings: language, Frankie is a dad.

A/N: this was unbetad (like many of these requests) so. beware of fuckups. I just wanted an excuse to call Frankie a DILF, and sunny u handed it to me on a silver platter. lessgo. also “alabanza” means “praise to this”, it’s a commonly used phrase to mean “praise” in the way english would use like “thank god”.

Frankie’s fiancée left him after the events in South America. It wasn’t a total surprise to him- Jen had been on edge of a breakup with him for a while now. She never wanted to be a mother, never wanted the domesticity that Frankie did. They wanted different things. She no longer wanted the child she and Frankie had.

So she left. She left the baby at Teresa Morales’s home in the middle of the night and called her home number. She called the woman who Frankie thought would one day be her mother-in-law. Left a short voicemail and blocked her number.

Instead of returning home to his fiancée, he found his mother and his daughter sitting in his apartment. Teresa teared up as she stood and walked to her son. “She left, mijo.”

He sobbed and sobbed into his mother’s arms until his little girl cried herself out of hunger. He went to feed his child and decided if Jen wasn’t going to be a mother to his child, he was going to be the best damn single father he could.

Frankie didn’t know what to do. When his mother finally left, he reached for the phone to call you. You’d met Frankie through Jen at a bar. You’d liked the man instantly. You became better friends with him than you ever had been with Jen. You’d been crushing on him since the day you met him, but you’d never do something like that.

You pick up and Frankie talks first. “Hey.”

“Hi, how was the mission?” You ask, somewhat cheery. You love talking with the man. Jen had mentioned he was going on another trip with his buddies from the Special Ops days. You liked the men, having met them a few times in the past.

He doesn’t answer. “Have you heard from Jen in the past week?” He asks.

Hm. “No, I haven’t. Why?” You ask.

He pauses. “She left. I don’t know where she went, but she left my mother a voicemail and left Indie with her. She said she’s left me for good. And she didn’t want Indie anymore,” he says, choked up the most at the last part.

Your heart stops. “Frankie,” you coo softly. “Can I bring dinner over to your place tomorrow?”

He nods. “I would like that.”

So Frankie raised little Indie (short for Indigo) on his own for a few months. He stayed in the home he and Jen once shared, raising her. He texted and called you often. You found yourself at their place many nights in a week.

Eventually, the memories of the home grew to be too much. It was around the time that Indie turned one. She grew to adore you. You and Teresa were the only people other than her daddy who she liked to be held by.

“Yo,” you answered through a mouthful of food. Frankie just called you.

“I’m thinking about moving,” he admitted, right off the bat.

You nodded. “I’m surprised you didn’t sooner, to be honest. I think it’ll do you some good.”

That night, you went with him to drive around and look at houses for sale. It was fun. You snacked and drank sodas as you drove through your town, looking at houses. He’d mention one he liked, you’d disapprove. The reverse happened often too.

A few weeks later, Frankie decided that an apartment would be best. Especially since it’s just him and Indie. Once he finally signed the lease, it was time to move. Both you and his mother insisted on helping.

“Come on, Frankie. It’s the least I can do. Friends help friends move, right?” You’d asked him over the phone.

He’d sighed. “I suppose. Just… my mom can be a bit much. She’s gonna-“

“Parents love me. Don’t worry about it, Fish.”

Now you’re at Frankie’s new apartment building, along with Teresa and Frankie. The three of you are sitting in the bare living room, you on the floor and the Moraleses on the couch. Frankie bounces Indie on his knee. The woman is absolutely fantastic. You can tell how she raised such a wonderful man as Frankie.

You tell her that and she grins. “Oh, Frankie does that on his own. He’s just lucky to have you around. You’re his angel, you know that?”

Frankie sinks down on his couch, hiding his face with his ball cap. “Mom,” he whines. “Don’t tell her I said that about her!”

Teresa completely disregards her son. “Oh, you mean so much to him. Always helping out with Indie, giving him company.”

You look at Frankie with a little smile. He dares to peek at you from under his cap and you grin. A smile crosses his face but he pulls it back down.

“He makes it easy,” you practically sing as you look at the man and his baby. He does. You love being around him, love the man and his baby girl.

Frankie groans and sits up, setting Indie on Teresa’s lap. “Let’s get moving shit, huh?” He asks and claps his hands together.

“You can’t take a compliment, Frankie,” you chuckle and stand from your place on the floor.

The moving process goes smoothly. It mostly consists of you and Frankie hauling boxes up and down the stairs or elevator, and Teresa remains in the apartment with Indie.

You poke and tease at each other, until you’re unloading the final box. You stand next to each other in the elevator, and it’s quiet for a moment. “I’m glad I can be a help. I love you and your daughter and I-“ you cut yourself off. Did you really just say you love him?

“Well, we love you too,” Frankie chuckles, brushing it off as love between friends. Brushing it off so he doesn’t have to desperately hope and think about it when you leave him tonight, in his apartment with just him and Indie.

You smile a little. “Not only do I love you guys, I happen to think Indie’s dad is kinda cute,” you admit teasingly.

“Oh really?” He asks, his ears tingeing red.

You nod and smile straight ahead. “He’s a dilf, I must say.”

Frankie loses it laughing, his head falling against the back of the elevator. “I’m a dilf?”

“Yeah you are,” you grin. “You’re hot, you’re in shape, you’re funny, you’re kind. But Indie’s dad… he’s really something.”

He chuckles a little, fully blushing now. “Well, I’ve heard Indie really loves this woman her dad hangs around with. She’s been trying to get them together for ages, but her dad is a dumbass.”

You giggle and look at him, grinning ear to ear. “No way, that’s crazy,” you laugh. “Do you think she’d mind if that woman kissed her dad?”

He’s grinning just as wide as you are. “I don’t know about her, but I think her dad would really like it.”

And so you set down your box, and Frankie sets down his, and you put your hands on his shoulders and lean up gently as he bends down to you. Your lips meet in the middle, each smile fading as the lips exposing the teeth begin to press against each other. You throw your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, and Frankie puts his arms around your waist.

The elevator door opens and there stands Teresa Morales. She’s in shock for a moment but then she squeals in excitement. “Ay, alabanza!” She shouts happily, clapping her hands together and holding them to her chest. “Frankie, you finally did it,” she coos.

You break away with wide eyes, frightened that she saw it, but you laugh a little as you look up at him. “Finally?”

“Yeah, I tell my mom about you,” he admits and rubs the back of his neck. “She’s been pushing me for a while now.”

“I told you she felt the same! Ah, now get in this apartment with those boxes and let’s tell Indie about this development.”

Frankie laughs and lifts his box. “Ma, she’s a year old. She’s not gonna know any better.”

“I don’t know, I think she’s got a lot of insight,” you tease Frankie, nudging his hip with yours as you walk to the doorway. Before you enter, the same thought flashes through both of your minds. You steal one last kiss before you walk inside.

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outercrasis · 3 years ago

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HIIIIIII

Birdie - I need you to know you make me smile. Smile so big that it legit hurts but I don’t care. You are funny and smart and so kind to us all! And you are so very talented! I love you and I’m so happy our paths crossed 🖤

CATTT!!! 💕🥺 I love you so so much!!! I feel like I should just be uno reversing all of this back at you! You treat everyone with such kindness and care, it makes me so happy to know that I can call you a friend 💕

Life has been kinda wild lately so while I'm still around, I feel like I'm not as interactive on here as I have been before - but it makes me so so happy seeing everyone sharing each other's works and jumping into each others inboxes. Hopefully I'll be able to join back in on the chaos soon too!!

#🥺🥺#wifey cat #ask tag #kind words from lovely people

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Hi! A fan of your writing here. I just love the way you write Caroline. An Avoidable Heart is my comfort fic and I am constantly in awe with the way you write and craft the dynamics in that story. Caroline's inner monologue is just priceless and God! I just love that intro scene where Caroline is walking into the Mikaelson compound with vampires and hybrids in the surrounding ready to pounce on her.

I would love to hear how you would have visualized Caroline crossing over into TO or not? Like in what season and why? How it would have likely gone?

Thank you!

First of all lovely anon gimme a moment to breathe, asdfghjkl why are people so lovely 😭😭🥺✨ It means sooo much to me that you’d take the time to jump into my inbox and send these kind words, like please I’m not worthyyyyy, But you make me smile and feel really freaking warm so *handcuffs your hand to mine* you aint leaving 💖✨💞🙃

But OK ALSO oh my god dude THAT CAROLINE WALTZS INTO THE COMPOUND AND TAKES ON A COUPLE HUNDRED VAMPIRES BY HERSELF SCENE???? Ughhhhh I’m sorry but I have SUCH a boner for Caroline in that, like my badass -I admit kinda op- QUEEN IS HERE and she’s fucking shit up, I’m sorry but I love that scene so much it’s so dear to me I was killing myself over how self-indulgent and grossly Over powered Caroline is but like idgaf man it’s such a hot scene and Caroline is practically invincible and we just love to see that, so seriously lovely anon, you telling me you LOVE that scene??? Puts the biggest smile on my face and reassures me a LOT bc I was whining and cribbing over how absolutely unbalanced that scene is to literally everyone BUT LIKE YOU JUMPING OUT OF NOWHERE and pointing that exact scene UGHH…...meant to fucking be the both of us 💖💞✨

And ALSO Caroline’s monologue is quite honestly the easiest inner monologue out of the three voices I wrote for that work, Klaus’s is the real pain in the ass tbvh like it is NOT easy writing pretentious besotted losers with a Kardashian complex especially when you need to make them sound cool when they’re the lamest OP dude bros to ever exist - and no I don’t hate Klaus although I seem to try my darndest to convince ppl I do- I just personally believe that a feral fucker like that with a thousand years of existence under his belt can grow a pair and graduate from his kindergarten level of emotional maturity to adult sometime soon, But then on the flipside he’s so grossly adorkably smitten and feral for Caroline plus hella horny for her all the time that its usually easy to write the trashed and devoted idiot he is into something pretentious and powerful and potent when relating to his unflappable arrogance and his narcissism, but sometimes I also need him to be *deep* and ffs profound for the sake of the plot and jfc my muse just wont work with me on that, she’s like I’m sorry I’m not about to bust my ass to make this mongrel intelligible like no sir all I wanna do is make him uncomfortably horny for Caroline and leave him like that.

So smh yeah the struggle is real….but lmao Caroline is just so precious and fiercely protective and just so achingly lonely in that story, so desperate for connection and trust and intimacy yet so guarded and impervious to everyone like it hurts me to write her like that but it really challenges me as an author to balance out her inherent light with the “void” I create in her and through her, so yeah it’s a very fulfilling task and I wouldnt change it one bit, and also I had to balance out her physical op-ness w half a millennium of the ugliest emotional trauma lol so I guess that figures, but the point being….once again I am overjoyed knowing that you liked a facet of the story that I tried so hard to make as authentically Caroline and achingly real and moving as I can and I cannot possibly feel more accomplished than rn for it so ty ty ty ty for reaching out to me and telling me *tackle hugs* It makes me GIDDY knowing that you enjoyed that particular part of the story like ugh stab me please you're too sweet.

And ok NOW, coming to The Originals part of the ask, (also please note that when I say TO headcanon; Hope does not exist, Hayley is a dead in a ditch and ofc Klaus will stop being that lil bitch they tried to pawn off as Klaus in TO)

HEADCANON 1

Honestly my biggest headcanon when it comes to TO crossovers somehow always include non-humanity!Caroline like it’s just so perfect to me?? The opportunity to make shit BLOW UP b/w them like imagine the DEBAUCHERY, the heat, the SEXUAL TENSION, the repression of one Klaus Mikaelson, the EXPLORATIONS, and omg the role reversal when Klaus has to be the voice of moral reason between them and not bc he believes Caroline would not be able to stand herself if she does something heinous and monstrous but bc he wants her to be completely and utterly herself, and yk *aware*, when she DECIMATES ppl to the ground and is in full-on predator mode, like he wants her monster to come out and play with him when no part of Caroline is locked away or suppressed, so obviously when she is w/o her humanity KLAUS exercises restraint on her behalf, like can you imagine that, Klaus restraining himself and being the vague, extremely broken and just largely inaccurate moral compass between the two of them for ALL the wrong reasons- and the entirety of NOLA just standing there watching him herd this baby vampire who seems to be intent on riling him up and angering him when all she is doing is giving him a massive hybrid hard on, like IMAGINE THE GOODNESS of non-humanity Caroline wrecking NOLA and Klaus letting her wreck it bc he is helpless in the face of Caroline Forbes and also bc he is quite honestly *enjoying* the debauchery himself so why put a damper on the festivities.

-I might wanna add that I favour this headcanon a lot bc I genuinely do not even remotely *like* the idea of NOLA as Klaus's chosen place to set his roots so like I would love Caroline going to NOLA and destroying everything there just bc I detest NOLA and the storyline behind it in TO. (yes is it petty? Obvi, but like I am a petty soul and I make no apologies ma’am)

HEADCANON 2

So yeah that’s my main TO headcanon, but my other one being, one I talk about very frequently, scream about in tag rants to an obsessive level, and like this is a cracky one but still very valid, where Caroline rolls up to NOLA humanity intact and all, finds Hayley preggo and is just laughing her fucking ass off bc anybody ANYBODY, with half a brain and a two minute convo w klaus would know how UTTERLY stupid the entire baby shit is especially when it’s with an immemorable one night stand, and Caroline’s just losing her shit about how like an entire city is obssessed w this baby and she just straight up tells Klaus he’d SUCK as a dad (which he really does tho like he was a shitty fucking dad canonically too) and Klaus is just like *sigh* girl tell me about it. I mean basically he’s finally relieved that someone is on his side about the whole baby thing and how he definitely does not want his entire millennium of life to finally sum up to this one squalling leaking stinky infant/unicorn Hayley is apparently baking in her oven, and I say this headcanon is cracky bc klaus would never have put up w this mess long enough for Caroline to come in and sort it out, there’s this preferred method of disposal of his called heart ripping that would've been employed quite early on and honestly saved us all a lot of brain cells and minused years of life, bc let’s be real any Klaus who’s NOT a lil snivelling bitch wearing a Klaus skinsuit would’ve yeeted the baby and the mama first chance he got, and that’s just how I see it.

Lmao I really hope I didnt scare you away w my *strong* opinions Ik they can be a bit much but I enjoy having them so theyre not going anywhere, anyways this ask answer got WAYYYY too long but I’m hoping I answered your question well with this or atleast left you slightly confused and bemused over my feral screaming....either ways I’m really really really happy to have got your ask and the chance to rant so much bs, Twas cathartic and honestly I had nothing to do today so I was more than happy to dish this baby out for you. Thank you so much sweet anon for putting a smile on my face today I am absolutely HONOURED by your words you’sa cutie 💖💞✨🗣🗣

#first of all #LONG POST #second #I did rant a LOTTTT more than what was prolly expected but lmao am I sorry?#no #anyway so those are my general drivel-tastic thoughts straight from glitter graveyard brain #hope you enjo navigating through so much bs anon #and I hope someone puts a smile on your face that's as large and bright as the one you've put on mine today #anon asks #ask certified ceraunophile #anti the orginals #tvd headcanons #tvd #klaroline #anon youre the sweetest #shakes hand cuffed hand #you stuck w me lovely #💞💞

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Hi! I've been feeling really down, as well as frustrated and sad these past few days and I guess I'm here for a bit of reassurance maybe? Your blog was what opened my eyes to Ziam and also to the stunt ot4 v Zayn and all that, about a year ago, so I'm quite new. Your masterposts especially have been very informative! So basically I trust your judgement in this as someone who's been here a while and gone through it. Anyway, I completely believe in Ziam along with Larry now (been a Larrie (1)

(2) a long while) and I also believe all bbg's are fake etc. The thing I still get confused about/doubt sometimes, is the whole Harry&Louis & Zayn 'feud' thing. Most days I'm sure in my heart that all the twitter fights and post-interviews being mad at Z is all fake and part of a narrative. Zayn honestly even put lyrics to a song about a fight before actual fight for fucks sake?! Also it was all so ridiculous and public, childish, etc. it can't possibly have been real. Then his 'falling out

(3) with NB in the end. Also what ELSE (if not that 'fight') could they have been mad at him for? For 'leaving' because of his health (or whatever they said was the reason)? And after all this time still being mad/or at least bringing it up? Sounds very unlike H&L too doesn't it? Then I remember rbb/sbb, and this is something I've researched TOO MUCH honestly. Some people still refuse to even admit it was there or that it meant ANYTHING. But that goddamn yellow smiley was there several times

(4) after the 'twitter fight'. Why would that be the case? Also Ziam being together, and Louis being so close with Liam and hating on his man? It just doesn't add up anywhere. Sorry I know this is just me sounding very insecure about it all and atm I kinda am. I was having a discussion with a Larrie the other day. One of the bigger blogs with a big influence and lots of people reblogged and agreed with them, when I was trying to point out how I think 1D as a 'whole' are still being under some

(5) form of contract or image clause at the very least. They said the whole contract thing is fanfiction at this point (besides Louis essentially) and the other boys are all free to do whatever. They also don't believe in Ziam or that Zayn is friends with the boys at all. Mentioned how Harry is still 'salty' about him in interviews etc etc. They are so SURE of themselves. But yeah even though I mostly KNOW I still doubt on this because of the fucked up narratives. what if H&L / Zayn really did

(7) has been a stunt? Not saying they hang out as best friends these days maybe, what with their own lives and pandemic on top of it, but do you still think they're 'family'/ot5forever'? I honestly feel like I get gaslighted even by Larries these days and it's not much fun to follow them anymore :( Seeing Harry with Niall made me smile though! Gives me at least some hope that they still are close xx //This got very long, I'm so sorry. You can answer in tags if you wish :)

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Number 6 never seems to have made it to my inbox. Good job numbering them, though, because I never would have realized one was missing otherwise.

Anyway, I hate to say it, but talking to Larries is a fraught prospect. Almost all of the people who still call themselves Larries don’t believe in Ziam and it’s because they’ve never bothered to actually look at the evidence. They don’t treat all of the boys with the same respect or interest that they treat Harry and Louis, so any time you try to convince them of a stunt related to Liam, Zayn, or Niall, they’re likely going to make their decision based on nothing but bias and refuse to budge on it no matter how much evidence you have. Taking their word on Louis being the only one still under contract/sabotaged when they clearly don’t pay any attention to what’s actually going on with the other boys would be foolish. You can always try to change a Larrie’s mind and maybe there should always be people that do try, but from my perspective, it’s just a depressing and infuriating situation to put yourself in.

At best, I would have those conversations privately, especially if the blog has a lot of influence. A blog with a lot of influence has ulterior motives to not changing their views publicly because if they do, they may well lose followers. You may have a chance of getting them to look at evidence if you’re talking in private though.

I know the whole 1D friendship thing is hard right now because it’s been more than 5 years since they’ve really interacted. We’ve gotten some Niam, Nouis, and Lilo here and there, but most of that is just talk even, no pics. Because we have no immediate evidence of their friendship in front of us, all we have to rely on is interviews which we KNOW are BS-narrative machines. It’s hard to ignore them when it’s all we have, but we should ignore them anyway because past experience has taught us just how much interviews push stunt narratives.

I would actually say the whole Narry outing recently gives us more to believe in than anything else. If Harry and Niall hung out completely in public and we only found out about it through a picture a week or two later that could easily have never been identified by a fan, then it’s pretty likely that all the boys have managed to hang out whenever they want without being noticed, right? Especially if they went to each other’s houses instead of to a public hiking trail. There’s so much going on behind the scenes that we don’t have access to or knowledge of. Zayn could have hung out with any one of the boys at any time because we hardly know where he is. He’s almost never even on social media, so there are huge chunks of time where he’s unaccounted for.

The hiatus is hard specifically because of a lack of new information and because the status quo (in terms of the BS narrative) has had no reason to change for a long time. I’ve said it before, but with Zayn’s situation, the only time after hiatus started that it makes narrative and business sense to reverse the “feud” narrative is leading up to a reunion. That means we most likely WILL NOT see any improvement until a reunion approaches and with the pandemic, that’s definitely not happening this year and probably not even next. It sucks, but the status quo of BS being maintained is what we should expect right now and just because it IS being maintained isn’t a sign of anything having worsened. It’s just logical. If you want to use the hype of a reconciliation to get fans excited, to sell tickets, to earn money, etc., then you need to wait until a reunion so that you HAVE tickets to sell and money to earn.

I would say hold on to the logical conclusions you can come to from the time when we had a lot of information to go off of (the OTRA tour and just after) and try not to read into anything happening now because there’s just about NOTHING happening right now and there’s just not enough data to find patterns and draw conclusions about the reality behind the fakery.

#one direction #bakagamieru #I hope that helps #when I say 'Larries' I don't mean everyone that believes in Larry #because I'm pretty sure most people who believe in Ziam also believe in Larry #but pretty much none of them call themselves Larries #Anonymous

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