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What Was I Made For?

20: Espresso

childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers (👀)

Warnings: Melanie, Dafne (sassy)

a/n: I'M BAAAAAAACKKKKKK!!!!!!!! God it took me a while to write this! Does anyone remeber what happened 🥲 Anyway!! Sorry for being too late! My life is busy as fuck now and things are not going how I would have wanted... But here you have a new chapter!

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Sleeping that night was impossible. My mind played tricks, conjuring images of Melanie and Charles together, laughing at me, sharing secret moments.

Everytime I woke up at night, I looked at Charles, studying his face, and trying to move away from him every time.

I should trust him. He showed me multiple times his love for me. But… What if that baby is his? What will happen? Will he be there for Melanie too? I'll have to share him with her?

Charles shifted closer in his sleep, his arm wrapping around my waist, his hand resting on my belly as if to feel every flutter of the baby’s kicks. Each time, I stiffened, eyes wide open, staring at the wall as a cold sweat trickled down my back.

I didn’t ask for this. Not the drama, not the chaos of a new relationship, and certainly not for Melanie to barge back into my life with this new mess..

The clock showed 4 a.m. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep again; my thoughts were too tangled, my heart too unsettled. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Charles, and wrapped myself in a blanket. I needed air, space to think, to plan my next move.

I sighed, smiling weakly when I saw Athena walking out of Charles' room and I picked her up, holding her close to me while I went downstairs to the living room.

“My little baby” I sighed, kissing her soft head. 

I sat on the couch with her on top of my belly, smiling weakly when I saw her looking at me with her big blue eyes.

“You can't leave now” I whisper. “Is not fair… Wait a little, please? Wait to meet Dorian, hm? You have to meet him, cuddle him, make him laugh…”

I kissed her little head and hold her close, feeling how skinny she was, how she was cuddling me to get warmth.

“My little old lady” I sighed.

I grabbed my phone and looked through my mail, through my social media. I read everything, all the comments of the posts about Charles, Melanie and myself. I read all the insults, all the threats, all the hate.

How can people be so unfair? Why are they commenting without knowing the truth? They think that because we are their idols and let them take pictures with us, they have every right to think they know us personally. They don't know us, how we are, how we feel. 

And then there is Melanie. Who is she?  Who does she think she is? What made her think that she could come to my house and irrupt my own happiness?

“Why are you awake?”

I flinched, gasping softly when I heard Charles' voice coming from the stairs, making me sigh and look back at him.

“The baby is kicking a little wildly” I lied, rubbing my belly.

“Is he?” he sighed, sitting next to me and kissing my belly softly. “Or is that you couldn't sleep?”

“I…” I sighed, smiling weakly and brushing his messy hair with my fingers, feeling how he relaxed when he laid in the couch next to me. “I just…”

“Is it because of what happened with Melanie?”

I swallowed thickly and nodded, wrapping my arms around him, letting him cuddle me. 

After that talk we had in my room, Charles and I went back to our friends to have dinner. But there was that voice again disturbing me all the time, and it made me have a bad sleep.

“I just… I feel that I have to talk with her” I whisper. “I feel that I have to put her in her place. To…”

“To bring back the Dafne that put Melanie in her place months ago?” he sighed, rubbing my belly. “You did it once, and look how it ended…”

“I know” I mumbled. “I know… But I want to know why she's doing this. She wants fame? Money?”

“I don't know what she wants” he sighed, moving his head and resting his chin on my chest, looking at me. “But I don't want her to hurt you”

“She won't” I whisper. “Not more than she already did… I want to end this, I want all this shit away from the baby”

He sighed and moved closer, pressing his lips on mine in a soft kiss. I sighed against his lips, placing my hand on his cheek and kissing him back.

“I don't want to lose you. I just can't…”

“Hey” I chuckled softly, pecking his lips. “She might be a little crazy, but I don't think she's the type of crazy one that would poison my drink”

“I don't trust her” he said seriously. “Really, Dafne. Just… She's smarter than she looks. Please think about it before deciding if you want to talk with her”

“I'll be smarter than her, then” I whisper, trying to calm him. “You know me, Charlie… You know I would do anything for my loved ones”

I smile weakly and looked at him, watching how he nodded slowly after some seconds, kissing my lips softly before resting his head back on my chest. I hugged him, feeling him relax in my arms and fall asleep again.

I have to talk with Melanie. To make sure she knows where her place is. To make sure she knows that she won't have what she wants.

The day was bright in Florence. Tourists were walking around, taking pictures of the buildings and of the statues standing proudly in the street.

My phone buzzed once, twice. I sighed, grabbing it out of my bag and looked at the screen. Charles sent me pictures of how he and our friends were spending the day in the diver near the house, as well as screenshots of the chat with Melanie.

This morning, Charles received texts from her asking him to meet in a cafeteria in Florence, wanting to convince him that the baby was his and that she was better than me. And even if Charles hates it, he knew that I would take that chance to talk with her instead of him.

After having breakfast, I took his car and drove to the city, parking the car in the garage of my apartment and following the streets that led me where Melanie wanted to meet Charles.

And there I am now, standing in front of the door of the cafeteria, feeling the nervous kicks of my baby right on my ribs, warning me of how bad this meeting could end.

“Don't worry, love” I whispered, rubbing the place the kicks were getting stronger. “Mama is alright”

I took a deep breath, steadying myself as I adjusted the bag on my shoulder. As I opened the door, the rich aroma of fresh coffee, the tang of lemon cleaner, and the faint hint of many perfumes mingled together, making my stomach churn and my head spin.

“Calm down, Dafne” I told myself, walking towards the table Melanie told Charles she was waiting for him.

I stood some meters away, right on her back and tapped her shoulder, making her stand up too quickly.

“Charles! I knew you would-” 

“He ended up being sick” I sighed, smirking. “I guess you'll have to talk to me”

“Like hell I'm going to talk with you” she groaned.

“Oh, why?” I laughed. “What is it, hm? Are you afraid of me? Come on, I'm an inoffensive pregnant woman. I won't hurt you”

“Fuck off, Dafne,” she spat, but her eyes darted nervously around the room, as if searching for an escape or waiting for a cue.

“I suggest you keep your voice low” I smiled. “You don’t want to have an audience, do you? Come on, sit down”

I looked at her, challenging her with my eyes. She groaned, and sat on the chair again while I followed every movement she made.

Yesterday her belly looked smaller than it does now.

“Well, let's talk” I smiled, sitting on the chair in front of her. “Do you want to order something? I heard this place is amazing”

“Whatever” she groaned, crossing her arms and avoiding my gaze.

I raised my hand, smiling at a waitress that came walking towards me.

“Oh God, Dafne Morelli” she smiled looking at me. “What can I do for you? What do you want to order?”

“Well…” I smiled looking at Melanie. “What do you want, dear?”

“Espresso” she groaned, making me smirk and nod.

“An espresso for my friend and for me… Well, I'm pregnant, do you have something like milkshakes? I heard this place has an amazing chocolate milkshake”

“Yeah, sure! An espresso and a chocolate milkshake, got it” she nodded. “Anything else?”

“I'm starting with my cravings… Give me the weirdest thing you can make” I smiled softly and then I looked at Melanie. “Do you have cravings too?”

“O-oh” she frowned, looking at me and then at the waitress. “Yeah, sure”

I smiled fakely looking at her and then at the waitress, who smiled and nodded before walking away.

I looked at Melanie, studying her with my eyes. I placed my hands on my belly and smirked.

“How far are you?” I smiled.

“Why do you care?” she groaned. “How far are you”

“Nineteen weeks” I smiled rubbing my belly.

I looked at her, watching how she frowned, confused. And it only made my smirk grow wider.

“How far are you?” I repeated. “You should know, huh? Come on. If you are sure the baby is Charles', you at least be some more weeks far than me”

She swallowed thickly and clenched her jaw, her hand going to her belly immediately. 

“But… why does it look smaller than my belly, huh?”

She flinched, her eyes flickering to the side like a cornered animal. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached for her water glass, trying to mask the nerves creeping into her voice.

“And you just ordered an espresso” I smiled innocently, placing a hand on top of the table and drumming my nails over the wood. 

“What's the problem with that?” she scoffed. 

“Oh, nothing, dear” I smiled, shaking my head “I find it very curious, you know? The whole situation is so curious”

“You are paranoid” she groaned, raising her voice. “What's wrong with ordering an espresso? This is Italy, God damn it!”

I smirked, watching how people turned around and immediately gasped after recognizing me, and maybe recognizing Melanie thanks to the gossip pages.

“What's wrong with it?” I laughed. “If you are pregnant you can't have caffeine, not even smell it without wanting to throw up everything you ate until you empty your stomach. But if you were pregnant, you should have known about it, huh? That's why it's curious”

“You little bitch…” she groaned, clenching her jaw.

“Show some respect, Melanie,” I chuckled. “Oh, and here’s another thing… Yesterday, your belly was smaller than mine. But today? Suddenly you’re struggling to reach the table?”

She stayed silent, hearing how the couple that was at the table behind me was talking in whispers, grabbing her phone and recording us.

“Tell me, Melanie” I smiled, leaning back on the chair. “Which one of the guys you cheated on Charles is the father, hm? Or, even better… What size is the belly you have today?”

“What are you talking about” she groaned.

“You think we are stupid, Melanie?” I scoffed. “You think you can come, tell shit and then get what you want? You really think Charles would go back to you? You wanted more money? It was that, right? Or you needed fame. That's why you published that in every gossip magazine you could reach? I wasn't born yesterday, neither Charles”

“And what about you, huh?” she scoffed. “Is that baby really Charles'? If I remember well, you were dating that actor less than a week after that day in Monza. Is the baby his and you want to baby trap Charles?”

“Why would I do such a thing?” I laughed, grabbing my wallet and placing the sonogram on top of the table. “See? That is from two weeks ago. And if you can count… Can you? I mean, maybe all the times you dyed your hair burnt your brain. Anyway, nineteen weeks ago was Monza .Come on, show me yours. Or are you going to search on the internet for a sonogram?”

“You are crazy!” she exclaimed, standing up quickly. 

“Oh, your belly dropped” I smirked, pointing with my finger how the belly moved lower. “Next time, make sure to adjust it better, okay?”

“Fucking bitch, you'll hear from my-” she screamed, but I stopped her, standing up too.

“No, Melanie” I smiled, holding my belly after noticing how the kicks started again. “You'll hear from my lawyer. And you are going to regret ever having crossed paths with me. Charles is going to request a parental test. So you better give up and tell the truth before the demand gets worse”

“You are so fucking crazy” she groaned.

“Am I? I think the couple that sits behind me thinks otherwise, hm?” I scoffed. “Next time you want to baby trap someone, just make sure to at least be pregnant, okay? You thought that because I was pregnant I would go soft on you? Poor Melanie… thinking she can do whatever she wants and break a family only because she needs money… What happened with your influencer career, huh?”

“You ruined it” she groaned.

“Me? I had nothing to do with that, honey” I said, rolling my eyes. “People saw how you truly are and they ignored you”

“No! It's your fault!” she repeated, grabbing her bag and looking at me with anger in her eyes. “You will regret this, Morelli”

“Uh, I'm shaking”I laughed. “Come on, try to touch me. Let's see who cries first”

She clenched her jaw and looked at me. Then, I saw her looking down at her phone, tapping things on it. She looked around, and her eyes stopped on a table not far away from the one we were using.

“Oh, let me guess” I smiled looking around where her gaze stopped. “You have a friend in a gossip magazine, huh? That's how you got the exclusive? And how the paparazzi found out where Charles and I were staying”

“What are you talking about” she frowned.

“Yeah, that makes sense” I sighed. “You asked Charles to meet here, so you could have another exclusive for your friend. You only needed a picture with Charles and then you could spread more lies”

I turned around and waved to the man she was looking at, and when he noticed I was looking at him, he immediately looked away hiding her phone and camera.

“Listen here, you little bitch” I said, turning around with a not so friendly smile. “I'm so done with you and your lies. You will regret doing this shit, you will regret using Charles' money for yourself, you will regret staging a pregnancy so he could give you more money. And I don't give a fuck if I ruin your reputation. Because you searched for this shit by yourself. You messed with the wrong woman, you hear me?”

“You wouldn't dare-”

“Oh, I will” I smiled, nodding. “I would do that and even more. I hope you have a good lawyer and some money saved, because this shit will cost you a lot”

She groaned and looked at me, then at her friend. With her hands clenched in fists she turned around and nearly crashed into a waitress, walking away with the eyes of every person that was in the tables.

“Your milkshake. And I found some pickles for the sandwiches we make for dinner, so I made you a sandwich of pickles and peanut butter” the waitress said, placing what I ordered in front of me. “The espresso for your friend?”

“Give it to the man in that table over there” I smiled, pointing at the table where the paparazzi was seated. “Oh, and give him the bill of this table and the ones around us. Sorry to disturb all the customers, my friend was a little… Yeah, you know what I mean”

The waitress nodded and smiled, walking towards the table and leaving the cup of espresso there as well as the small plate with the bill. I turned and smiled at the paparazzi, but the satisfaction was tinged with lingering unease. Had I gone too far? Or not far enough? My hand rested protectively on my belly, feeling the baby’s steady kicks as if grounding myself to what truly mattered. For now, I have won this battle. But the war was far from over.

“It feels so good to finally do something right” I sighed, looking at the sandwich and rubbing my belly softly.

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f1_gossip This afternoon a follower sent me an interesting picture that no one expected to see!

Dafne Morelli and Melanie Cooper were seen together in a cafeteria in Florence. The follower told us that Melanie was there earlier, and when Dafne showed up she looked surprised. It seems that she wasn't waiting for her but for Charles!

Our follower heard a little of the conversation, and she told us that apparently Melanie's pregnancy is fake! That she was faking it to get more money from Charles. 

But we don’t want to get into conclusions until one of them doesn't confirm if it's true or not.

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dafneismymom I knew it! I knew there was something weird about her! God, so creepy.

fewawifan I never liked Melanie. So happy Dafne finally did something 

sharlesfan I want to know how Dafne put her in her place! If she was as sassy as she was with Charles, it for sure was funny to watch mimi_angelo It was! Omg, I was there! Dafne was so calm, actually a little scary. But yeah, what admin says is true, Melanie was there to talk and be seen with Charles.

sharlesperceval Lol Dafne is on the likes

fewawifan and Pierre too! 😂😂

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a blog started using this tag so I went after him, he just insulted me and blocked me and used it again just because he thought it was cute

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Oliver Otto x Reader

To start this off. Ik many people think that Oliver is gay, which is alright and people are allowed to think whatever they want! Me personally, I don't really give him a label. But I do think he likes girls, since he's shown much interest in them. I do not mean any harm with this post! If you do not like it- please just scroll away 💕

But anyway, again I will still be writing Pablo Gavi x Reader. I'm just watching American House Wives rn and am obsessed with Oliver lol

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You and your family just moved to WestPort. Your father was a famous author while your mom was the ceo of a famous book company- matched made in heaven. You were an only child, their only daughter. And in a whole new country.

In the first week of your family moving your mom and Katie became besties, your dad and Gregg became friends. But you? You felt so alone. Everyone else seemed to be snobby. You didn't like them- you weren't raised like a WestPort kid.

Your family was going to the Ottos house, they invited you to their home for a barbeque. " and young lady, you better not be on your phone or reading the whole time we're there! " your mother warned and you sighed, you really missed home and didn't wanna be around WestPort type people.

Thankfully the Ottos weren't those snobby WestPort people, but you still wanted to be alone. Taylor tried talking to you, and you two did have a conversation. " what sports are you into? " Taylor asked, but before you could respond Oliver started to insult his sister, " all sports are useless they're to get into college. You're just wasting your time. " he said and you rolled your eyes.

" actually, that's not true. What's more important is experience." you corrected him, when you made eye contact with him you had to hold back a smile, he's so cute.

Oliver was going to give you a response before Taylor stopped his comment. " you dress so... Let me dress you!! " she started to beg. You sighed and nodded, " mom, me and Taylor are going to our place to try on clothes." you told your mom, but Katie demanded that you bring Oliver too.

At your place, Taylor went through your closest. " you have really cute clothes! Why don't you wear them?" Taylor asked. " because WestPort kids don't." you sighed sitting on three bed. Oliver stood against the wall, looking around your room.

(See below for the outfit + hair Taylor chose for you)

When Oliver saw you, he smiled. Taylor noticed and her jaw dropped abit- Oliver wasn't being a bitch? What's going on!

Oliver coughed to signal to his sister to stop being weird. You smiled back at Oliver. " you're in my English, aren't you?" you asked looking at him. He nodded and chuckled, " don't forget, also in your biology." you nodded and laughed, " almost forgot."

Taylor went to ' go to the bathroom '- aka give you two some time to talk. " why'd you move to WestPort? You seem like you hate it. " Oliver asked. You sighed, " my parents wanted to expand their business from (your country) to the states too. And here, we can make connections. Everyone loves it here but me." you sighed again. Oliver sat next to you, " trust me. It gets better."

The next day at school, you wore another outfit Taylor recommend for you. (See pictures below) You didn't have any friends, so you walked in alone. You got alot of attention. You weren't wearing skinny jeans that cost $300 with some ugly expensive grandma sweater. You were wearing a Pinterest type outfit that probably cost you $20, excluding the shoes.

You were getting attention from the girls, more of them questioning you. But the boys? They liked your outfit. Yawning, you walked to your class, you could feel peoples eyes on you and you hated it.

Oliver watched you walk in. " isn't she pretty? " he heard one of the guys say and Oliver nodded. Cooper nudged his shoulder, " ceo and successful writers daughter right? Perfect for your mission. " he teased, but Oliver wasn't listening; all his focus was on you.

In English, it was a pair assignment. Cooper wasn't in his class, so nobody interrupted his plan to ask yo- who the hell is that? Some WestPort snobby guy was asking you to be his partner. " so darling, you do the work my dad will do m- " the guy was proposing his idea until you interrupted, " I'd rather get hit by a car." which seemed to annoy him. You looked over at Oliver and smiled, giving him the confidence to ask you to be his partner.

" You? Me? Working together? What do you think? " Oliver said sitting next to you. You smiled and nodded, " I'd like that. We can go to my place after school? Since I've been to yours already " you chuckled and he did as well, " I've always wondered what the house of a ceo and writer looks like. " he said making you laugh.

You lived in one of the larger houses in WestPort. Oliver was checking out the place, amazed, it was a gorgeous house. You sighed, " sorry it's not very fun.." . " it's amazing!! " Oliver basically screamed, hearing an echo. You shook your head but chuckled, " it looks nice.. But it's lonely " Oliver listened to your words, " yeah, like cooper.. " he said, sighing to keep talking " but hey, you'll make plenty of friends." he said smiling, making you smile.

You looked at him, " wanna see all the useless and expensive crap I have? " he nodded repeatedly, " umm yeah! " and his reaction made you laugh. Going into one room, " this is where my dad keeps these random glass statues. " going on into another, " my moms old coats, boringggg " and then finally, " my records and record players " you said, going into the room next to your room.

In your room, you two started your group project. Your project would last for half the school year- a massive school project.

But the two of you started to get really close during the time. He was your friend friend in WestPort, other than Taylor.

" so I was thinking, we hang out. My place. " Oliver proposed the idea to you. You nodded, " yeah sure, I'll bring the study stu- " you were saying until Oliver intrupred. " no no. No books. Just you and me. Hanging out." he clarified. You smiled and felt you cheeks go light red, " I'd like that." you told him, making him smile too.

You two went up to his room later that day. You sat on his bed, " sooo, what we doin?" you asked him. He looked at you, a little panicked, " what are we doing?" he repeated and you looked confused.

" you have no plan? "You said and then laughed at the lack of response. You weren't laughed at him, you were laughing because it was sweet. You got up," wanna see what we just got at my place? " and Oliver nodded, so you took him to your place to show him.

Your parents got in a massive library. You ran to one of the shelves, grabbing the ladder and climbing up, " there's a book in here that reminded me of you!!" you yelled, looking for the book. By ' reminded ' you meant ' I specifically asked for this book, to give to you. ' hey, that's how girls work.

You came back down to him with a book, before you could speak Oliver already took the words out of your mouth, " how did you know I wanted this book!? " well maybe not exactly what you'd say, just rearrange it.

You nodded, " thought you'd like it." you gave it to the brunette. " you can have it." And you both smiled. Oliver coughed, " I was wondering if tomorrow, you and me, alone, go out somewhere. No studying, but this time I'll have a plan.." he said, fidgeting with the corners of the book.

You smiled and nodded, " I'd like that.." Oliver was trying to ask you on a date, Taylor said that he should.. " she likes you! " Taylor yelled at Oliver. " but how do i ask her? If I ask her to go out- she'll assume it's got studying! " Oliver argued. Taylor laughed, " then ask her to go out alone, and mention no study. And people call me dumb." Taylor scoffed.

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I hope you enjoyed!! <3

Ik this is all over the place- but I actually had fun writing this.

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My first post

Hello Transformers fans! As you can see the title, this is my first post on Tumblr. So today I'll be talking about Transformers...Transformers 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 to be exact. And this is about a certain ship...a popular one.... So ever since I rewatched TFP and found out that fanfictions exists, like character x reader and blah blah blah, I noticed something and I was like...ok nice, until I saw it all over the internet. Wattpad, DeviantArt, Pinterest, Instagram, TikTok, Tumblr, YouTube, and more...let's say I got a bit...annoyed. And I'm talking about a certain ship, the Knockout and Breakdown ship. The 'popular' ship that has been going around, and I keep seeing it on my fyp. This '𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱' all ppl would call has made me disgusted. AF. I heard that there's some kind of comic where Knockout and Breakdown are 'married', and people saying that its '𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘯', pissed me off. I've seen WAYYY too many stuff like that. Because first of all, Knockout is the Decepticon medic (as you all should obviously know, for those of you who watched TFP) and breakdown is his assistance. Those two are just friends, literally just friends. And idk why tf you people ship these two. Like, imagine getting shipped with 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 friend/buddy or assistant or whatever. But I have a question, 𝘞𝘏𝘖 even MADE that comic? With Knockout and Breakdown being married and stuff? First of all they're Cybertronians, and they could be asexual. For those of you who watched Transformers Prime, there's that one episode in season 3 ep 7 (Plus One), where Knockout says. "Frankly, I find it 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. The whole idea of you fleshies...𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨". Now I'm not sure but I think 'interfacing' means....'sex' in the Cybertronian terms (correct me if I'm wrong). And I've seen some...Knockout and Breakdown fanarts that...have NSFW...and boy I was 𝘖𝘉𝘝𝘐𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘓𝘠 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙂𝙐𝙎𝙏𝙀𝘿. 𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗. 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗪𝗧𝗙. First of all they're 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗦 for Primus's sake. Second of all they are 𝘔𝘈𝘓𝘌, and what makes you think that males would do...𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛?! They don't have a vagina! And third of all, they are 𝗡𝗢𝗧 together, idgaf what you people say, claiming that its 'cannon'. Wtf? And I believe that all Cybertronians 𝘢𝘳𝘦 asexual. And I've seen something like a character in RID named 'Wildbreak' is KO and BD's 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥?! 𝗪𝗧𝗙?! 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗨𝗣. Now the reason why I freaking 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗘 this 'ship' so much is that I am a huge ass simp for Knockout and Breakdown's in the way. I don't understand, what makes you fans think that this 'ship' is cute? I don't understand why I hate things society loves, and they hate what I love? For example, I hate dogs (sorry dog lovers), and yet they are the most popular pets. I love horses...but not many people love them that much. This is why I hate people. This is why I hate the society and everything. This world is so messed up. Now idc what people say about me hating on this ship,(maybe I do cre cuz I want to STOP this ship) I don't ship any TFP character with anyone, and neither do my friends. My friends recently watched TFP and if they find out about this Knockout and Breakdown 'ship', they're gonna be 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗳. KO and BD and 𝗡𝗢𝗧 together in 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 way in the show, and whoever made that IDW comic is an idiot (I would have given a worse insult, but I chose not to). 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬. 𝗔𝗥𝗘. 𝗡𝗢𝗧. 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗢𝗡. Only friends, and that's it. And plus, poor Breakdown died thanks to that ugly Airachnid. Oh and, another reason why I hate this ship is because I love Knockout, but I hate Breakdown. And that IS actually messed up (sorry BD lovers). So I guess that's it for today. I hope I'm not the only Knockout x Breakdown ship hater. Haters will hate. Deal with it 😐. Have a good day people.

[pbnjloverman]

heyy, I saw your pinned post in which you were crying talking about byler doubt and I literally cried😭 (I'm a mileven fan) so I thought I'd write to you because you seem to be a really nice person 😭

(you don't have to read it if you don't want to dw)

when I watch st, I have no doubts about mileven, it's my favorite ship since I watched this series and what's more, it's my favorite ship in my entire life, I feel like my personality is built from a mix of mike and el's personalities + their relationship. There isn't a day when I don't think about them, come up with fake scenarios, don't look at their photos on Pinterest and think about how perfect they are, don't think about them while listening to music or watching movies, etc.

However, when I go on tumblr (most people probably know that this is a place where there is a significant preponderance of byler fans than mileven fans) and read byler theories several times, I have doubts about a ship that means the whole world to me and I literally wouldn't wish it on anyone.

apart from the arguments between Byler and Mileven fans about who is delulu, whose ship makes more sense and whose ship is toxic, etc. We all have something in common, we are people who found something deep in two fictional characters and the relationship between them, it's obvious that none of us want to find out that everything we imagined and believed in wasn't true, none of us wants to feel stupid for believing in something that didn't work out, no one wants to find themselves in a situation where it turns out that your favorite character is actually someone completely different. different than you thought.

lately I see more and more byler doubts (I don't know why 😭 did I miss something?) and it makes me sad when I see it because I know how important a seemingly stupid fictional ship can be to someone (someone like me for example 😭). I don't know if you will read this and if you will be interested in my opinion because I am a mileven soldier and it's as if I was playing on the opposite team, but I think that regardless of whether our favorite ship will be endgame or not, it was and will be something special for us, it made us spend many wonderful moments smiling, making edits, reading ff, etc. and I know that the ending of the series will be heartbreaking for all of us anyway so it's a shame to beat ourselves up twice 😭😭

well anyway thanks for ur time❤️❤️

I'm kinda scared about what will happen in ST5, byler doubt is killing And my friend who is a mileven is also in doubt. 😭😭

Btw you are the first mileven that talks me in good way, it's sad that almost every mileven that talks to me insults me, I feel so sorry that that kind of milevens are ruin the reputation of milevens shippers because there are milevens like you that are really sweet and don't deserve ppl hating on them because one brainless person decide to be mean

[whiskeyswriting]

Levels and Jealous

😍pairing: Javy "Coyote" Machado x Reader

👩🏻‍🤝‍👨🏼pairing: Platonic!Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

💭summary: Who would have thought that your favorite rival would lead you to the love of your life?

🎶 Song Inspiration 1: Levels by Nick Jonas

🎶 Song Inspiration 2: Jealous (Remix) by Nick Jonas

Playlist: Spotify | Apple

⚠️warning: mentions of alcohol and suggestive speech.

📝A/N1: This is a work of fiction. Please do not copy or post anywhere else. Feel free to like and reblog but do give credit. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. I do not own any of the photos included in this post. Photos used have been from Pinterest or Tumblr or Instagram. I also don’t own any of the characters mentioned.

📝A/N2: Jake’s unofficial callsign for reader is Cupcake.

Who would have told you that your elementary school rival would actually turn out to be your favorite person in the world? Jake would. Actually that is how your rivalry and friendship started. It was first grade and you had to switch classes since your teacher left on maternity leave.

You shyly made your way to the empty seat next to a small blonde boy. He smiles widely at you and told you “We’re gonna be best friends… But I’m a better speller than you. So we’ll be spelling bee rivals. Don’t forget it!”

Your tiny face looked at him in confusion. “And who are you?”

“I’m Jakey.”

The memory made you smile and then laugh when you saw the perfectly imperfect poster Jake made for picking you up at the airport.

You ran the rest of the way to reach him. “Jake! You still can’t spell cupcake? So much for spelling bee master!”

“Listen Cupcake…” he pretends to growl and hugs you tightly. “You look good!”

“I am. I am very good Seresin.”

“Wow. She sounds exactly like you Jake…” the caramel skinned man besides Jake.

“Who do you think I learned it from?” Jake gives your waist another squeeze. “She’s the best person ever. But it goes to her head. Coyote.. this is Cupcake. Cupcake, this is Coyote. One of the other pilots from the academy.”

You extend your hand to shake his. “A pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard about you.”

He places his hand on your to shake and it’s as if you had never known what warmth and colors were. A pleasant warmth takes over and you notice the uniform he’s wearing. Khaki was now your new favorite color.

You hadn’t noticed that Jake, who was now clearing his throat for attention, was also in his uniform. “Shall we go?”

“Mhmm. Yeah,” you nod.

“Good. I got us reservations at the new French restaurant,” Jake says as he and Javy place your bags onto the bed of the truck.

As you all talked over dinner, Javy discovered there were levels to your friendship with Jake, as well as with your personality.

It’s not that he considered you fake. No. He prided himself in knowing how to read people. That’s why he was able to discover how much more you relaxed and truly showed yourself the more comfortable you were with someone.

Did he want to get to know every inch of your body? Of course. He was not blind and he could appreciate your beauty. But you were the first person that made him want to climb all those levels so he could know you in every facets. It kept taking him by surprise how much this feeling had taken over him after having just met you hours earlier.

“Did you know that this little hell raiser is the one that originally gave me my callsign?” Jake tells Javy as he slings his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in close.

“It was the best insult I could come up with as an 8 year old!” You exclaim laughing. “You sucked at playing hangman.”

Something in Javy’s chest clenches at hearing your laugh. He takes in your smile and how your eyes crinkle at Jake making you laugh.

Everything was always easy for Jake. He always got the best scores on any test. He always was the most popular. And he always got the girls.

Javy knew he didn’t have a right to feel this jealousy over someone he just met, but there was something about you that he just needed to make you his.

“So how long have you two been hooking up?” He asks, more bluntly than he anticipated.

You and Jake look at each other and start laughing. “Never!”

“Nope! She’s the only one that I would never try to get with because she scares me!” Jake says laughing. “No but seriously. She’s truly been the only girl that actually has been a friend and helped me so much.” He leans over and kisses your temple. “Sorry Javy but she’s my original best friend… and rival!”

“Jake is still the worst to play hangman with, but yeah he’s been the only guy I’ve met that has never tried to cross the line of friendship with me. I respect him for that. And now he’s graduating from the Naval Academy!”

“All because you two,” he points between you and Javy. “You two kept me in line.”

You turn to smile at the other aviator. “He gets easily distracted talking about himself right?”

This causes Javy to crack up. He brings his hand to his chest as he still laughs. “Oh! That’s it. You’re my friend now,” he says and subconsciously places his hand on your thigh. Javy’s protective and jealous side were obvious to Jake. He would glower at any of the patrons of the restaurant that would leer at you. He would make sure they knew he had claimed you, so to speak. He would lean closer to you and keep an arm wrapped around the back of your seat.

You’re so distracted by staring at Javy and enjoying his laugh that you don’t notice his hand on your thigh.

Unlike you, Jake notices and smirks to himself. “Let me get refills for everyone,” he says dismissing himself to give you two time to talk.

For as much as you loved Jake, tonight was the first time you ever wished for him to leave you hanging for a few hours.

Ever since meeting his friend Coyote, you’ve just wanted to be near and with this man. ‘He looks like he smells of cinnamon and whiskey and warm summer mornings,’ you tell yourself.

You try to control the scowl on your face when you see a group of college girls approach Javy while he was at the bar. You sigh as he smiles charmingly at them and feel a bit of jealousy.

That word makes you stop in your train of thought. ‘Jealous? You just met him and have no claim on him!’

You’ll admit you felt a bit jealous at the confidence the college girls had to just approach any man that you wanted. You were about to look away when you noticed that Javy shook his head no when they tried to get his number.

Once he came back with the drinks, you feel his arm go around the back of your seat and you feel yourself relaxed into his side.

It’s not soon after that you are all making your way back to the truck to head home. Jake keeps his eyes on you but stays back pretending he left his wallet. He tosses his keys to Javy. “Just get the truck ready. I’ll be right there.”

Javy nods and uses this alone moment with you to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you close to him. He leans down and whispers in your ear “How about we show Jake what it’s like to leave him hanging and we go have our own friendship?” He nips at your earlobe before he starts walking again.

That warmth that you felt when you met him increased hundredfold. “Make me howl and I’ll understand why you’re called Coyote.”

🏷 List: @callsignscupcake @cycbaby @callsign-dragonbaron @luckyladycreator2

[delicatebluebirdruins]

rant incoming

do you remember the fucking armor bikinis from the justice league film? that happened five years ago

i didn't but at the time I remember seeing a comment that someone made saying that some of the cast made about preferring the bikinis because it allows for greater mobility (valid reason to be honest) and they preffered the lack of discomfort liking chafing and bruises (not valid because the off shot is exposed skin and things)

and I saw a thing about it on pinterest and made a comment about the above that some cast members liked it

"i found it really interesting that the women themselves preferred the armour in the Justice League over Wonder Woman edit: It was in an interview with the women in the picture at some point but I can't remember which one or where I read/watched it but I do remember they preferred JL armour because it did not cause them bruises or something?? sorry i can't remember which interview"

I got a response the other day

"Iff you can't find the source it is not a source so don't post the lie"

I actually looked it up and found a source Samantha Win (formally Samantha Jo) I have no idea what I was searching for to miss her comment but eeh (i was probably running out of space and time as 2017 i had college to get too)

and I responded after many attempts because fuck pinterest

"my comment was made under the assumption that google is somewhat easy to access. did you type anything into the search bar and read the results at any time before saying I was lying? here use this as search terms Samantha Win she is the one who prefered the bikini armor for two reasons mobility (valid) and that it didn't chaff/ bruise cause discomfort (not valid dumb as heck would you rather be uncomfortable or dead?)"

my response was ratty and i was 100% insulting their intellegience if they couldn't use google and went straight to calling me a liar

their response

"Not my job. If you make a claim you are responsible for backing it up. That is one of the responsibilities of media use. Time to grow up, child."

I'm the child? this was five fucking years ago and no one else had a problem with the comment but they did and they could have searched it up and said that I should have done better research still I'm the child? how many people in the world on the internet made claims without backing it up and then no one looking it up afterwards

does this count as name calling? both times i reported them as well as blocked instead of replying to that last one at all

kind of wish i did just to see how much further they go because they called me a child for the assumption that other adults can do their own research oh wait many don't

I actually wanted to find it because I remember how frustrated I was not finding the information to share and I was kinda excited to share it despite how rude I was

(does pinterest still have a character count?... it does it only flashes when you go over it)

DA I hope you have a day that's good but you stub your toe four times (the length of time it took for me to find my source)

edited to add: by this logic the internets misinformation will thrive anyways because people can misquote sources, make them up, take things out of context if a post has a source read it when you have the time

[rainbowdanganronpaa]

rainbowdanganronpa is over/inactive; please stop using any of my designs & artwork

to get it out of the way:

STOP ILLEGALLY SELLING MY ARTWORK AND DESIGNS.

STOP STEALING MY DESIGNS, ESPECIALLY FORCING MY AU CHARACTERS WHO ARE CANNONICALLY ASEXUAL INTO SEXUAL MEDIA OR CHANGING THEIR IDENTITIES.

STOP STEALING MY ARTWORK; DO NOT REUPLOAD IT ANYWHERE, ESPECIALLY PINTEREST. i dont care if you do it with credit or not, STOP REUPLOADING MY ARTWORK.

PLEASE do not make FANART of my designs, DO NOT WRITE FANFIC, and please DO NOT EVER COSPLAY MY DESIGNS. i dont know why you’d want to cosplay them anyway they look weird as hell.

TL;DR dont use my designs/art for anything and do not reupload it anywhere.

no fanart. no cosplay. no pfps or edits. no fanfic, especially. stop stealing my art work and designs, especially when you sell them on horrible quality merch. NO ONE has the rights to use any of my artwork/edits/designs/etc.

seriously i didnt think people would wanna steal damn scenekids edits so bad.

 this might seem like im overreacting but ive genuinely had this happen dozens of times and almost took legal action several times against people illegally using my artwork and designs.

ALSO ESPECIALLY STOP SEXUALIZING MY KAZUICHI, GOD DAMN. YALL ARE WEIRD. IN MY AU HE IS ASEXUAL AROMANTIC. STOP CALLING HIM HOT AND SAYING YOU’RE GONNA BEAT OFF TO HIM. like seriously why would you post that ANYWHERE on the internet, let alone an scenekid aroace edit of kazuichi souda made by a teenager at the time? thats just weird like get a life dude

i wanted to leave this AU on a positive note but anyone who saw my other update post knows already. this is a very passionate response because i and other scene danganronpa fans have been dealing with this for over 3 years, along with general homophob!c harassment. very ironic considering this is danganronpa we’re talking about. for context, i will not be looking up anything under my au tags or anything relating to scene danganronpa again, so i will not see any of your messages or responses.

i am sick and tired of the continuous disrespect of the scene danganronpa community to my and other artists boundaries. you constantly reupload our artwork without permission, steal our designs, and illegal sell our artwork/designs, then spew some of the most vile insults when we point it out. this is an issue MULTIPLE scene DR fans have dealt with. i have absolutely no motivation or want to return to the community if you all continue to disrespect artists.

 seriously, this is the scenekid danganronpa community, why is it so awful??? i just wanted to make funny scenekid edits for fun, now im sad i ever posted my art online, and have seen other artists wish the same. i also dont even like to consider myself a scenekid anymore considering their history of platforming horrible people and just generally being pretty disgusting, but thats a whole can of worms.

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thank you to all the people who were respectful. when i was still active in our little community + the scenekid DR community as a whole, it was really cool. i was super into scene fashion at the time and it was fun meeting other scenekids who liked danganronpa, and had similar HCs to mine. it was really awesome whenever i posted a new edit and someone said “hey! ive been waiting for you to do this character :)” and actually made me tear up a few times. realistically its not that big of a deal, it was just cool seeing so many people genuinely appreciate my artwork, even if it was just badly done scenekid edits of danganronpa characters. i really loved seeing people make content /inspired/ by my edits and even say they wanted to cosplay them. while i dont have those feelings anymore, it was fun while it lasted. sorry if this seems really sappy and overly serious, im not sure how to write things casually, HaHa.

[dreaded-jabot]

uhm uhm roleswap narumitsu or a no-dl6 au?

Hi anon. Hope you’re well!

IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING UHHHH ALMOST 10 MONTHS TO ANSWER BUT I HOPE THE SHEER AMOUNT OF CONTENT MAKES UP FOR IT SO BUCKLE YOUR BELTS AND SEATBELTS THIS IS GONNA BE LONG

Phoenix was in and out of the foster care system. At age 6 he finally found a ‘forever home’ (that makes him sound like a dog lmao), and by the time he was 9 he’d gotten very attached to this lovely new family, and the adoption papers had just been finalized. His new mom was a defense attorney and his dad a courtroom sketch artist. Instead of Gregory going against Manfred, his mom did. She made Manfred get a penalty, and then to add insult to injury that one courtroom sketch artist in the stands made a joke about it at Manfred’s expense that the whole courtroom laughed at. So Manfred swore revenge, and once he saw the sketch artist and the defense attorney were married with a son he came up with a plan.

The elevator scene played out almost exactly like it did in canon, except that Yanni Yogi got found guilty and went to prison. But here’s the catch. In the elevator, Phoenix saw Yanni Yogi pass out. Phoenix and his mother were still awake. And then some stuff happens I don’t know what but it happens. There is a plot hole here somewhere. Phoenix’s mother died and Phoenix was left with that trauma TM.

Phoenix’s foster dad had run home immediately after dropping Phoenix off in the courtroom lobby with his mom for some semi-important reason idk why (maybe to make dinner maybe he need to get important documents proving that manfred has falsified evidence who knows).

After the elevator scene, Manfred had got shot but still needed to kill Phoenix’s dad, so he enlisted the help of an assassin.

Yes, that assassin. Shelley de Killer.

The dead body of Phoenix’s dad was found in their house. But there was no calling card with a shell on it found.

Manfred took Phoenix in and Phoenix, whose parent’s murders were never solved, made it his life’s goal to get to the bottom of every case. Once he found decisive evidence, he was satisfied. Phoenix became extremely vengeful and angry.

By becoming a prosecutor, Phoenix believed he could solve his parent’s murders and lock their murderers away. Manfred took advantage of this, sometimes feeding him fake decisive evidence during his ‘Bratnix’ years (‘Bratnix’ is his Bratworth equivalent era).

Once Edgeworth comes into the picture in 1-2, Phoenix is (internally) like “What the FUCK are you doing here?”

By case 1-3, (maybe a bit externally) “What the FUCK are you doing?”

By case 1-4, (externally and trying to keep it internally) “WHAT THE FUCK??!??”

“Do you seriously think you can just waltz in here with your cute little bow tie and ruin everything I’ve worked for? Listen to me, Miles Edgeworth. Stay out of my way.” (unnecessary feelings)

At some point in the first game he started keeping a board filled with sticky notes and pictures and newspaper articles on and of Edgeworth. He gets extremely embarrassed when people at the prosecutors office tease him about it. The board is in a corner of his office, hidden under a curtain/sheet thing.

When Phoenix does the “Prosecutor Phoenix Wright Chooses Death” thing he goes on a cross-country road trip in his fancy sports car, and once he reaches New York he charters a flight to take him and his car to Europe, and continues road tripping there.

He praises Edgeworth inside his head and to some other people as the man that taught him to question everything to find the answer, and not take cases at face value. After this trip and throughout the rest of the games he becomes a much more agreeable and happy person.

He can be seen waltzing into the Edgeworth and Co. law offices frequently

And now for some messy outfit designs:

I saw that waistcoat design on Pinterest and was immediately like that’s it that’s the one

And now sadly I have hit the 10 image limit SO expect another post with everything else

Everything for this au will be under the tag ‘aa roleswap au’

[achillieus]

let you down. (sebastian stan x reader)

summary: it's a universal truth but it's worth repeating; feelings eat us raw. or just an actor and a girl falling in and out of love over the course of three months.

(this was inspired by sebastian's visit to greece for his movie, monday, and is based on that, so that means in the story we’re in 2018. also i have this posted on ao3 too but while i’m writing the last parts i thought of posting it here too)

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol, sexual references, implied depression, sebastian desperately needs to hug the reader, it's kinda slowburn because i love the yearning

(pinterest inspired board)

part: 1/6

(other parts)  (masterlist)

The day it happened, it wasn't a significant meeting at all, you barely even talked. In fact, when he opened the door of your neighbor’s flat that day with a beer in his right hand and his hair messy, he didn't have any effect on you. You always knew that living next to a director meant that sooner or later you’d bump into the pretty faces of well-known people. Sure, you didn’t expect them to be Hollywood actors like him, but to say you were starstruck by the man, would be the overstatement of the year.

The building you’ve lived in for the last three years has five floors; you live in the 4th, he lives in the 5th. He’s a quiet person, usually spending his evenings out of his apartment. You’ve talked sometimes, about the weather and the weird lady that lives in the 1st floor. You’ve never told him you find his directing style a little pretentious.

You’ve never been to his place until that annoyingly warm August evening, when you find a white button up shirt on your balcony. You can clearly see more clothing when you look up and you’re certain the item you’re holding belongs to him.

He’s not there though. Instead you find a different face behind the door. Lighter eyes and darker hair. The man in front of you is definitely younger than the director. You don’t bother to notice what he’s wearing.

“Can I help you?” His voice is deeper than you expected. Stronger, with a touch of European accent. The sound of English surprises you at first but soon you realize he must be another foreign coworker that came to visit your neighbor

“No, I just think Argyris dropped this and it ended up on my floor.”

He looks at you and then at the shirt, in your hands.

Then he says “Sure, I’ll take it.”

“Okay.”

Then it ends. He doesn’t even ask your name. You don’t have to ask his. You figure out, as soon as you walk down the stairs, that it’s Sebastian Stan that you just talked to.

And while being a big fan of marvel movies, you think nothing special of him at first. You just wonder how a mostly unknown director from Greece got an actor like Sebastian to come here so they can work together. It makes no sense to you, but you forget it when your phone starts ringing.

/

It would’ve been easier if you never saw him again, yet you do. You see him trying to understand what the old lady from the first floor is trying to tell him. You already know. The elevator is not working. The next day you see him walking up the stairs.

You exchange a quick hello, how are you and then off you both go.

The same night Argyris invites you to have a drink with them in the terrace. Part of you wants to just stay in bed and binge watch some Sherlock episodes. Part of you already thinks of what to wear.

There are around ten people there when you show up. They’re all sitting down in huge pillows drinking and talking loudly. You don’t know most of them.

You sit next to a blonde girl, across from Sebastian. This time you notice he’s wearing a plain black shirt and holds a glass of whiskey.

You don’t share any direct conversations but you learn that he’s afraid of growing old and that he thinks Taxi Driver is one fucking masterpiece, as he says.

When you mention that you’re probably the least artistic person in the room right now, you hear him laugh.

A curly haired woman starts dancing with him at some point. You decide he’s not a good dancer.

He leaves the same time you do, following you down the stairs.

“I thought you live here.” You say when he doesn’t stop at the floor you expect him to.

“Ah no, I stay at a hotel near the centre.”

He keeps talking about his suite until you reach your door.

You part in a blur, with a short goodbye.

He still doesn’t ask for your name.

It makes you feel genuinely offended.

/

Two days after, he is the farthest thing from your mind, until you find him sitting in front of your door, his eyes roaming the place with despair. And then he sees you.

“Ah finally you are here.” He starts casually. “Thank god.”

You just nod.

“Argyris told me to wait for him with you. We had a meeting but he got stuck in traffic.”

You give him a look.

“He said you’re always at home so you won’t mind.”

Ouch. Yeah sure, your social life wasn’t something to brag about but for some reason the way Sebastian said it, it sounded like an insult.

“Okay, come in.” You shrug, clearly not feeling comfortable and turn around to unlock the door.

You hear him call your name. You thought he didn’t know.

“Yes?”

He offers you an easy smile.  “Thank you.”

/

Sitting in your couch he’s eyeing the entire room, while you put some groceries in the fridge.

“Argyris says you’re a great girl.” He clears his throat. “But he thinks you’re too quiet for your own good.”

You look at him, your eyes flicking up and down his face.

“And from what I can tell, he’s right.”  You hear him laugh.

It felt weird to see him laugh while he was leaning back at your cozy pillow. He had entered your life so suddenly you didn’t even have time to react to it.

“I’m sorry but I barely know you.” Your words are sharp. He sits up.

“Okay then let’s get to know each other, what’s your favorite Disney princess?”

Defeated, you laugh. “Are you kidding me?”

“No, this is an important question.”

You wait for him to crack up but then you remember he’s an actor.

“I don’t know.” You think for a second. “Mulan?”

“Oh my god. Mulan is amazing.” You smile at him. “My favorite is Jasmine, she’s just so badass.”

You share your favorites that day, having almost nothing in common rather than your everlast love for animated movies and buttered popcorn.

When it’s time for him to leave, he stops and looks at you in the eye.

“You should talk more often.”

You stare at him with confusion. “I talk,” you raise your eyebrows. “When I have something to say.”

“Good.” he says, still looking.

/

Later in the evening, you’re eating some yoghurt when he comes knocking on your door.

He’s different. The white tank top he was wearing this morning is replaced with a dark shirt and his face looks tired. You assume they’ve been working since he went upstairs.

“Hiii”, he says dragging the i, “Am I interrupting anything?”

You desperately want to nod. You want to tell him that you were doing the most exciting thing in the world, before he came but you were never a good liar.

So you just tilt your head and take a step back.

That’s when he enters and is met with some loud rock music blaring from your laptop.

“You like AC/DC?” he asks, almost wide-eyed.

“Well, I can tell it’s them when I hear their stuff.”  For the first time that day, he seems to be in loss of words. “Why are you so surprised?”

He sits in the same spot in the couch as earlier and laughs.

“I just didn’t take you for the kind of girl who likes this music.” It’s your turn to laugh.

“Why?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Quiet girl who loves animated films and eats kids’ yoghurt” he looks at the carton in your kitchen table, “and also likes metal music? Doesn’t add up.”

“We’ve basically just met; you shouldn’t make assumptions about me.”

“Fair enough.” He sits back, fidgeting with his fingers.

You take some time just looking at him

There was a certain vibe about that man that made you wonder how it’d feel to cruise down a dessert highway in a convertible mustang with him. In the summer. With him wearing that white tank top.

The color of strawberries emerges at your cheeks just at the thought of it.

You wish he doesn’t notice.

You’re glad to find him looking the other way, before he speaks up.

“We’re going out tonight.” His voice is warm now. “Argyris says you should come along, even though I’m quite sure there’s no hardcore music where we’re going.” He laughs again.

I can’t. You almost say. But then anxiety slips away from you and out of sudden you want him to stop being so freaking arrogant, going around and acting like he knows exactly what kind of person you are.

He thinks you’ll say no. You can see it in his eyes.

“Sure, when should I be ready?” you say, surprising both of you.

He looks at you for some time and then trying to hide whatever he was thinking he says the first thing on his mind.

“How old are you?” He sounds pitiful. He knows. He wishes he could hit a wall; with his head.

“Twenty-one.” His eyes scan yours, unsure of what they’re looking for. “Why?”

“No reason.”

He inhales deep.

/

You try to blink. You’re at a party in a little bar you’ve never been before and a lot of people are wearing black. Alcohol. You can still taste it on the back of your tongue. You don’t remember how you end up pressed against a dark skinned man, but you can tell he smells of cigarettes and despair.

You sway your body to the beat, close your eyes. Breath in. And out. You think the music deafens you for a second but you open your lids and see Sebastian and he’s watching you, unashamed.

He’s not that far, though it feels like it with countless bodies in the way. The music melts. His gaze is almost angelic. Or devious. You can’t really tell.

He’s dancing with that curly haired woman again. You wonder how intimate their relationship is.

The red neon lights make his skin glisten. His muscles move divinely. It makes you think there’s an entire world inside him, his flesh barely keeping it hidden. Out of sudden you get the urge to walk towards him. You want to see him up close under this dim lighting. But you don’t move.

The man that’s groping your waist asks for your name. You tell him you need to flee. He doesn’t understand.

You sit outside with the sweet summer breeze touching your bare arms. The bass of the music in the background syncs with the beating of your heart. You can feel your ribs grow with every breath you take. Until you stop breathing because the door opens and his eyes suffocate you.

You can’t fathom the effect he has on you. He was a pretty face on screen some days ago. But right now he steals distance and stays near you.

You don’t look his way. He doesn’t say a word. Nicotine and smoke surround you as he exhales. His fingers hold the cigarette butt with care.

“Do you want some?”

You turn to look at him.

“I don’t smoke.” He laughs.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t want some.”

You want to know if his breath has the taste of sulfur. You want to pretend it’s the alcohol or the loud music that makes your head hurt.

“What’s the best part of being an actor?” The blue in his eyes glows.

There’s silence but he seems to be thinking about it.

“Do you ever feel things too much?” He says, his voice hoarse. “I mean, when you feel something so intensely it becomes a part of who you are.”

You nod. You understand.

“Acting allows you to let go of these feelings,” he starts. “You share the burden with the audience until it becomes light and you can hold it again.”

You look at him, shaking your head.

“I don’t think I could that,” you close your eyes. “I don’t think I could share what I feel so easily.”

He stands up. The wind hits you again.

“A lot people can’t. That’s why everyone is heartbroken,” he takes a breath, “Feelings eat us raw.”

You both go to bed alone that night. Tomorrow there is a hole next to you.

/

the morning after, search history

(02:45 PM) hangover recovery

(03:00 PM) best food after a hangover

(03:10 PM) sebastian stan

(03:30 PM) sebastian stan girlfriend

(06:00 PM) xanax side effects

/

You follow him on Instagram. He doesn’t follow you back. You remember he probably gets tons of followers every day and decide not to let it bother you. Instead you study for the exams of the following month.

The subject of your studies doesn’t interest you. Another poor decision you made under pressure. Sometimes you feel as if your life is borrowed from someone else. Sometimes you feel as if you haven’t found your home yet.

Feelings eat us raw.

His girlfriend looks beautiful in the pictures you find online. The media isn’t certain if they’re still together but you like to think so. It makes it easier to avoid him.

But the universe seems to be oblivious to your thoughts and you see him that same day. You’re taking the garbage out and he’s coming down from the top floor. You meet in the elevator.

“I’m glad to see you’re still alive,” his eyes are smiling as he talks “you looked kinda drunk last night.”

You fidget with the hem of the bag you’re holding.

“I wasn’t drunk.” You notice he’s growing some stubble. You’re not sure you like it.

“Whatever you say, doll.”  You bite your cheek trying to devour any sign that might give away how his words make you flinch.

He turns his body a little so now you’re facing each other. He’s so pretty. He’s so pretty in a way that doesn’t hurt. You try not to stare at him, but you fail sometimes. You’ve never noticed how slow the elevator moves until you want to get out. You can’t stand being so close to him for much longer.

He’s an arrogant rich actor who loves Disney and smokes a lot, you think. I have no reason to be affected by him.

“Ah! Argyris said we’re leaving for the weekend.” You eye him curiously. “He wants to show us some small villages in the south. He thinks we should get to know the country a little more before we start.”

You’re stunned by your neighbor’s dedication to his work. Sometimes you wish you had something you could be passionate about too. Sometimes you think you’re never going to find it.

“That’s great. I’m sure you’ll like it.” You give him a smile.

He leans his back at the wall. The elevator stops. Finally.

“I like your eyes.” You grab tight onto the bag. “But they don’t smile when you do.”

He opens the door and he’s gone.

They tell you that it’s fun to meet a famous person. They tell you, you can ask for a photo and a hug. They tell you celebrities don’t talk a lot but that doesn’t mean they’re rude.

But he’s not like that.

He’s fire. He’s burning heat and scorching flames. His words are his thoughts; raw. You don’t like it.

/

late night search history

(00:38 AM) blue valentine movie soundtrack

(01:15 AM) is sebastian stan a bad person

(01:30 AM) acting classes for amateurs

(01:50 AM) cheap leather boots

(02:10 AM) sebastian stan eyes

 You find it annoying; how he’s present even when you’re alone.

Thankfully he’s leaving for the weekend, you think.

/

The weekend, however, is two days away.

You think you can get away without seeing him. And you do. Until it’s late at night again. And they’re all upstairs with music so loud you’re certain the lady on the first floor is going to be rude about it in the morning.

The music tempo has you unaffected. All you think about is if he’s dancing with that woman again.

He’s such a bad dancer, he should not be dancing.

There’s a subtle knock on your door. You know it’s him. You hope you’re wrong.

“Do you feel like dancing?” His face is all flustered. It’s a good look on him.

“You can’t come knocking on my door at 2 AM and ask me to dance.” His gaze is filled with confusion.

“So you don’t feel like dancing?” You roll your eyes. He notices.

“That’s not the point Sebastian.” It’s the first time you call him by his name. You let it slip away slowly, testing the way it sounds coming out of your mouth.

He takes a step closer. You are suddenly aware of your pyjama shorts and your exposed skin.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to irritate you.” His eyes are the cliché blue of the sky. “I just thought you might want to dance, that’s all.”

Suddenly you feel guilty and embarrassed. He’s oblivious to it.

For a moment you feel his eyes linger on you. It feels surreal.

You nod at him.

He’s ready to say something when Argyris comes down the stairs, his shirt slightly unbuttoned.

“Ah man, I thought you got lost or something.” You lower your eyes. “Stop messing with the poor girl. People are looking for you.”

He throws a smile at you and Sebastian takes a quick breath.

“People are always looking for me.”

He gives away that he’s carrying a burden. Your expression softens. But then you look at Argyris and you see he doesn’t really pay attention to these words.

You share a quick look before you’re there standing alone at your doorstep, trying to grasp the idea of him.

/

When you wake up you feel like running. You can’t fathom where the feeling comes from but it starts like a liquid running down your veins and soon you can’t stay in bed even for a second.

Feelings eat us raw. Only if you let them.

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I gave you my heart (h.s)

Pairing: Harry Styles X Reader

Requested: Yes!

Summary: Harry is trying to propose to you, but his family is getting in the way.

Warnings: Fluff. Angst if you really pay attention. Language. Mentions of alcohol (barely) Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, sorry!)

Word count: 4.1 K

Author’s Note: Oh how I missed writing for Harry! And a fluffy piece nonetheless! Who am I? Well, this is a Holiday fic (non specific) and I’m also planning to do a 5SOS holiday fic by the end of the year, so stay tuned! 🌻 Reblogs, comments, feedbacks and likes are welcomed and encouraged! Please, I love to hear from you guys 💕 Hope you like it and Happy Reading 🦋✨

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Picture form Pinterest. Title from the song “last Christmas”

Ok i know this is cheesy but hear me out, Harry proposing on Christmas with his family around.

Harry kneeled in front of you. His hands were intertwined with yours as he spoke of all the grand adventures you had and how much he adores you while your eyes filled with glossy cold tears. He couldn’t see his mum from where he was, but he could already tell she started crying as well while Gemma held her in a side hug, watching the scene they never thought would happen being displayed in front of them.

Words of praise left his mouth like a symphony, knowing that he will never get tired of praising you as the angel you were. Tears started forming in his eyes as he promised you a lifetime of love and adventure, hoping with all his heart you would say yes.

They all knew the question that was going to pop out of his lips any time now.

“So, Y/N L/N” He said, as the fireworks started to go off behind them “Will you marry me?”

You wiped your tears with the back of your hand and with a smile you answered:

“You better wake up before I leave you in the car”

Harry opened his eyes in shock, cursing under his breath as he realized he had fallen asleep without realizing.

You were on your way to Anne’s house for the Holidays, just like you promised a few months ago when Harry finalized all his tour arrangements. You were very excited to see Harry’s family again, it has been a while since you got to spend any time with them as you accompanied Harry across the world for the most part of the past year. You love them with all your heart and it comforts you to know that the feeling is completely mutual - Anne practically adopting you the minute you came through the door as Harry’s partner a few years ago and Gemma quickly becoming your best friend over the span of a few minutes, bonding over clothes, movies and embarassing Harry stories.

Harry loved how much you and his family love each other, for that is all he asked. For him there are only three things that matter most: His music and his fans; His family and, of course, you. He felt really blessed to have you in his life during all these years, knowing that you love him just as much as he loves you (although he would always fight that he loves you more) You were his rock, his best friend, his world… and he cannot wait to put a rock on that hand to prove that to you.

He got the ring a few months prior, but he knew he wanted to marry you from the first moment he saw you interact with his family. He still remembers that cold December night when he came downstairs looking for you and you were sleeping on the couch next to Gemma. You have been talking all night and were exhausted by the time you both finished that bottle of wine. He stood on the entrance of the living room watching the cozy scene with a smile plastered across his face. He knew he loved you back then, but his happiness at that moment was unmatched.

He was so entranced by the picture that he didn’t notice Anne standing beside him.

“This one’s a keeper” She said in a low voice as she watched you both with tenderness in her eyes. But Harry already knew that.

And now, as you were driving the cold snowy roads of Cheshire, Harry drifted back from his fantasy waiting to come true. Thinking back and forward of the little velvet box that is hidden in his suitcase.

“Sorry,” He said with a yawn “Didn’t notice I fell asleep”

You smiled at him but kept your eyes on the road “It’s okay, love. I know you must be tired of the trip. That is why I asked you to switch seats and let me drive in the first place”

Harry stared at you for a moment, completely enamored by your thoughtfulness. He really was lucky to have you.

“Besides,” You joke “With your driving skills, we might get to Homes Chapel the day after the Holidays if we are lucky”

Harry rolled his eyes “Oh, bug off!” He said as he mocked annoyance, but his laugher soon joined yours as you continued your way towards his childhood home.

*

You let out a happy squeal once you noticed Anne standing in front of her house from a distance, wasting no time on parking the car so you could run up to her and hug her.

“Aww I’m so glad you’re finally here!” Said the matriarch of the Styles’ family as she crushed your body in a tight hug “I’m never letting you go a year without visiting us again!”

“It will not happen again! I promise” You answered with a laugh.

She let you go just enough so she could place her palm on your cheek, caressing it in a motherly way “You better! And in any case you could always run away from my son and come stay here for as long as you want!”

This is when Harry decided to interject. He was standing behind you, smiling at the exchange that was happening in front of him.

“Oi! No need for that now, mum”

Anne laughed as she went to hug her son, murmuring about how if he doesn’t keep an eye on you she would steal you from him without a second thought.

After a few more greetings, Anne ushered you into the house. The warm environment and the smell of a homemade meal made you feel at home.

You always loved to come and visit Harry’s childhood home. It reminded you of him, the real Harry you got to know on a more personal and deep level. The Harry that let all his walls down and let you in, welcoming you to his house, his family and friends and into his heart. The Harry you love with all your being.

“‘m gonna head and help mum with dinner” Your boyfriend said as he hung his coat by the door “You’ve been driving all day, love. You should rest”

He pressed his chest to your back and rounded his arms around your waist to hold you closer before placing a kiss to the shell of your ear. You hummed “‘m not tired. I don’t think I could rest till much later.”

“Still,” Harry said “At least try to rest? Don’t want you to feel sick and I know you’ll hate to miss all the traditions”

You sighed “At least that way I’ll get you to take care of me, right?” You smiled at him and he smiled back.

“Always, darling”

You placed a couple little chaste kisses to his lips, pulling away from his grasp before he started to try and deepend them as he always does “‘m gonna go unpack my suitcase then. Want me to unpack yours?”

Harry was about to answer when the alarms in his head went off, reminding him of the little box you should definitely not find “Uh, n-no. I have to show something to my mum” He lied “I’ll unpack my stuff later. Thank you, though”

His response got you a little confused, but you just shrug your shoulders and turned around towards the guest room, aka: Harry’s old room. Letting Harry let out a relief breath once you went out of sight. This was going to be a long holiday.

*

Gemma arrived later that night. She didn’t even put her luggage on the ground before she caught your eye and ran to hug you.

“Oh my god” She said, hugging you tighter “I have so much to tell you!”

“Oh sure,” Harry said, walking towards her as she almost left you out of breath “I’m just your brother who you haven’t seen in a long time… Why should I get a hug?”

The older Styles rolled her eyes “Because I see you in every social media post there is you dork! Besides, I have had Y/N in my life rather recently compared to living with you under the same roof for almost seventeen years”

Harry placed his hand over his heart and mocked a hurt expression, making his sister laugh before she moved on to wrap him into a hug.

“I missed you, you wanker” She said, hiding some love in the insult.

“Me too, jerk”

“But I missed Y/N more” She said with a grin, pulling away from Harry and turning back to you. Intertwining your arms so you’d walk together into the living room “So, I was telling you…”

Hours flew by and before you’d realized it was almost 2 am when you and Gemma made your ways to your respected rooms. You noticed that Harry went to bed a little earlier and you guessed he would be asleep by now.

You found your boyfriend safe and tucked away in dreams once you opened the door. You smiled to yourself as you admired his sleeping figure sprawled all over the bed with one arm spread over your side, waiting for you to cuddle up against it.

A yawn flew through you as the exhaustion of the day settled in. You quickly changed into your cozy pajamas, did your nighttime routine and layed in bed next to Harry, who, as soon as he felt you by his side, pulled your body closer to him.

“Hi” He said in a whisper, kissing the shell of your ear.

“I thought you were sleeping, H” You giggled as you felt his hand caress your side.

“Couldn’t sleep well without you, you know that”

And indeed you did. Harry always complained whenever he was on tour that he missed you too much and that he needed you even more “I just feel better when I’m with you, love. I do better. It’s like you are my lucky charm or something” He’d always said before he convinced you to travel the world with him. And, to be honest, you did not need that much convincing. If you could spend all your living days with Harry, you would.

“Wha’ time is it anyways?” He asked.

“Late” You shrugged, turning your body so you were facing him “I’m sorry. We didn’t realize we spent all night talking”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows “Why are you apologizing for? I love when you spend time with my family”

“But I almost didn’t spend time with you!”

Harry chuckled “It’s okay, love. I know how my mum and sister can get whenever you are around. They love you almost as much as I do”

“Well, Gemma did say she loved me more....” You teased, making Harry scoff.

“Not possible” He pressed his lips to yours, trying to make your worry disappear “‘m serious, though. Don’t be sorry for spending too much time with them. I swear it 's fine. We could have time for ourselves at any point of the Holiday”

You murmured a soft ‘okay’ before drifting into a peaceful sleep. Harry watched you sleep for a few minutes, taking in the joyful peace that your presence gifted to him whenever you were around. Thinking about how he cannot wait to make you an official Styles.

However, that was not going to be an easy job.

*

As the day passed, you and Harry had less and less time for yourselves as Anne and Gemma got you two completely busy with different activities. From getting the groceries, to help one of them decorate the house or even to just take a walk. You were never not doing something.

And it wasn’t like a bad thing either. On the contrary, you were having the time of your life sharing all of these amazing traditions with Harry’s family. They made you feel welcome and cared for, something that was fairly new to you since you met Harry.

You loved decorating the House and baking cookies with Anne, and it felt so great to have a friend like Gemma around to take the seriousness out of a serious situation and just let you have your fun. But you would be lying if you’d say that you don’t miss your boyfriend.

Even though Harry was always just mere feet from you, he was also caught up in various activities and could barely spend any time with you and that was making him frustrated.

The Holidays were stressful enough, but for Harry this took a whole other level when he thought about the proposal and how many times he failed at getting you two alone so he could do it.

The first miss opportunity came when it started snowing the day after your arrival. He knew how much you loved snow because, in your own words, it made it all seem magical. So when he woke up early that day, he decided that now was the time and that he was ready to pop up the big question. He was going to ask you to play in the snow - just like you usually do - and make a snowman. But the surprise would come with the ring that would be on the snowman’s finger, ready to be placed on your hand if you said yes. Sadly, when you two got ready to go and play, Anne solicited yours and Harry’s help to go and take some food to the shelter that was not so far away from here, a tradition the Styles’ family have been doing since Harry was a baby. When you came back, most of the snow had melted and you were too tired to even think of going outside again.

The second time Harry’s plan got held up was on a frosty night. He had prepared a cozy inside picnic in front of the fireplace for only you and him. He knew that Anne would be out with some of her friends and that Gemma had plans to meet up with someone on a date, so they wouldn’t be able to interrupt in any way. He got a bottle of wine, a charcuterie board, some chocolate covered strawberries, a fluffy blanket and some candles to light up the dark room. He also made you change in your pajamas so you’ll be even more comfortable during the date. Everything went according to plan, his hand almost reaching for the velvet box he hid under one of the couch’s cushions when Gemma came early from her date, completely ruining the moment as she came into the room fuming because she got stood up. Needless to say he did not propose that night.

Harry was convinced that the third time was the charm. Since it was obvious he couldn’t propose in the house without being rudely interrupted every time, he was going to take you out for lunch and then go ice skating, one of your favorite winter activities. Yes, he was aware that it wasn’t his most elaborated plans, but he didn’t know what to do. Plus, he had talked to the owner of the ice skating pit beforehand, asking him to please let them have at least one hour of privacy so he could propose in peace. The owner even promised him to play the playlist Harry made for you and to add some special lightning to make the moment more romantic.

Feeling excited, Harry ran down the stairs to give you the news of your date. But his face fell when he saw you getting ready to go out with Gemma and his mum.

“Are you going out?” He asked as he saw you put on your coat.

“Yes,” You answered with a smile, but that smile soon felt when you saw the disappointment in Harry’s eyes “Your mum asked me and Gemma to go for a last minute shopping run… Harry are you okay, love?”

Your boyfriend closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he acquired whenever he was frustrated “‘m perfect” He mumbled, turning around to go back to your shared room.

But you were quicker as you grabbed him softly by the arm to make him stop in his tracks. Slowly making him turn around so he was face to face with you “Don’t lie, H. What is going on?”

“‘m just,” He started, but he couldn’t even look you in the eyes as he tried to find the right words to say to you, almost feeling like he is failing you somehow “We never got the chance to spend some time together, Y/N. You are always busy or I am always busy with my mum or with Gemma that I almost didn’t see you this whole trip and I-I just miss you”

Your eyes softened and your heart fluttered with his words. You missed him too, much more than you could say. Everytime you find some time for yourselves you get interrupted and by the end of the day you are both too tired to do anything else besides sleeping. You could tell Harry was frustrated by this whole ordeal, you just didn’t imagine it would affect him this much.

You cupped his cheek and brought him into a sweet kiss “I miss you too, love. Very much” You watched how Harry’s green eyes softened, but they still held an unspoken sadness “If you want me to stay with you, then I’ll stay with you. I don’t need to go with them, you know?”

Harry sighed, placing his hand over yours and caressing it with his thumb “I know” He said as he gave a kiss to your palm “You know how much I love seeing you hanging out with them and I know how much you enjoy it. You should go”

“But Harry-”

“Go, have fun!” He said in a cheerful tone as he brought you closer to give you a hug “I’ll be fine, love. I just want you to remember this Holiday and to enjoy it as much as you can”

“Are you sure? Because I can stay if you-”

“‘m sure,” He smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Go, darling. They must be waitin’”

You smiled back at him and pecked his lips before turning around and closing the front door. Missing for just a second the way Harry’s smile dropped as he saw his plan being shut down once again.

*

He wasn’t proud of his last resort. He knew you deserved an epic proposal, something that could come out from an Oscar winning movie. Something that was as special as you are. And he was beating himself for ruining every chance he’s got to do this properly, but he promised himself that he would not let you - nor him - return home without a shiny rock on your hand. And a Styles never backs down from a promise.

So, with his heart almost beating out of his chest, he placed the gift bag with the other gifts that adorned the living room. Everything will be done tomorrow and there is no turning back now. It was now or never.

The next morning, you found yourself caught up in another Styles’ tradition. You were all sitting in the living room wearing your coziest pajamas as you drank hot cocoa and ate some gingerbread cookies with a pinch of peppermint. It was almost time to open the presents and you could tell Harry was feeling rather anxious.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked as you curreled up to him on the couch that was facing Anne and Gemma, who were already starting to distribute the presents among you.

Harry hummed as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, turning his face so he was looking at you. He could swear in that moment that he has never seen someone as beautiful as you right now as you watched him with doe eyes, your hair a little bit messy and a thin layer of chocolate decorating your upper lip. He was completely and utterly in love with you.

“Yeah, why’d you ask?”

You shrugged “You were tossing and turning a lot last night, almost like you were nervous or something. Are you sure everything’s alright?”

Harry smiled “I got you, don’t I? How could anything not be alright?”

You rolled your eyes at his cheesy remark, but quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek. Harry didn’t miss the way your cheeks blushed.

“I asked Anne and Gemma to give us a day for ourselves” You said after a moment. Harry looked at you surprised. You couldn't know..? “I told them I felt guilty that I haven’t spent any time with you since we arrived and they understood” You smiled at him “I got you all for myself today, mr. Styles”

Harry’s eyes filled with glee as he brought your lips to him, kissing you with all the love he could pour at the moment.

“Uh, mum?” Gemma’s voice interrupted the scene “I don’t think this is mine” She said as she opened a gift bag.

“No? It’s a jewelry bag so I thought-”

Gemma shook her head “No! This is definitely not for me” She said as she took the little velvet box from inside, making the room go completely quiet. In that moment, all eyes went to Harry as he watched the scene with horror.

“Oh shit” He said, untangling himself form you so he could grab the box from his sister’s hand “Actually, this is mine”

All three of you stayed quiet as he grabbed your hand and kneeled in front of your sitting figure on the sofa.

“Oh my god” You said, covering your mouth that almost fell to the ground because of the shock.

“Oh my god” Gemma and Anne said in unison as they realized what was happening in front of them.

“Y/N,” Harry said looking into your eyes “Let me start by saying that this is not how things were supposed to go. And I’m not just talking about my sister opening your gift. I’ve been trying to propose for as long as this Holiday lasted. Waiting for the perfect moment because you are my perfect half, my soulmate and you deserve nothing less than pure and utter perfection, my love. And I’m sorry I can’t give that to you now”

You could feel the tears pouring down your face since the moment he kneeled in front of you, but hearing Harry say that he wanted to propose all along made you cry harder, how did you get so lucky?

“I knew I had to do this here, for this is the place where I knew I wanted to marry you the first time we came to visit. I have loved you from the very first moment you said hello, and I knew from that instant that you were going to become my favorite hello and my most painful goodbye. Y/N you are magic, my love. My lucky charm. Everything I do, everything I say or think or sing is for and because of you. You are my muse and my best friend. My anchor and my wings. I cannot live without you nor do I ever want to. You have bewitched me body and soul and I love you. I love you. I love you”

You could hear the distant sobs of Anne in the background, but all you could see was Harry. Harry, your best friend and lover. Harry, the person who filled your life with love and light. Harry, who was now on one knee, with tears in his eyes and a ring on his hand. Harry. Harry. Harry.

“You don’t have to say yes, but I really hope that you do. Y/N, my love. I love you more than life itself, you have made me a better man by loving me the way that you do. Let me love you the same now and forever. Will you marry me?”

You nodded through the tears “Yes, Harry. A million times yes!”

You swore Harry’s smile could light up the world in that moment as he slid the ring down your finger. But you didn’t even look as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him like his mum and sister weren’t watching, throwing the both of you to the floor.

Anne and Gemma started clapping, celebrating the new beginning of the young couple. Because these holidays had a new meaning now, since now and forever they will be remembered as the day you said “yes” to the love of your life.

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[drarrily-we-row-along]

Question 2, and also I'm gonna take 100./ask you my own question

How did you get into Drarry? Both reading and writing fic 😊

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Hello there! <3

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

Oh my gosh. All of the time. I feel like I never manage to get things to go quite "right" in my fics. I wrote the entirety of the 22k fic Insult for one idea for a scene that I had at the beginning, and IT NEVER EVEN MADE IT INTO THE FIC.

I think, though, that the fic that stabbed me in the back the worst this way was honestly Tease. When I started writing this fic, my brain was thinking that we were going to write something a little flirty, a little sexy; a hot secret relationship fic. What it turned into was all seeped in heavy emotions and a sort of hopeless desperation. I tried to rewrite this one four times before I finally gave up.

100. How did you get into Drarry? Both reading and writing fic

Drarry was actually my first dip into fanfiction, when I was just a teenager. I think it was the summer after my first year at college that I came back and just felt really out of place in my own skin, and I reread the Harry Potter series to give myself a little comfort. I don't remember if it was Pinterest or facebook, but I was just browsing through HP related things and saw a some Drarry fanart (this was almost 10 years ago at this point, so I've no idea what it was) that was linked to a fic. And I got hooked. I read SO much drarry fanfiction over the next few years.

In terms of writing fic, I got into the BBC Sherlock fandom about 6 years ago and spent the next 5 years reading and writing fic for the Sherlock fandom. Toward the end of my time writing for Sherlock, it got pretty difficult for me; people were really critical and sharing my writing was pretty demoralizing. So I took a break for my own mental and emotional health.

Whilst on that break, someone I follow on Tumblr reblogged a Drarry fic (I don't even know what the fic was anymore) and it reignited my love of this ship. I started reading, and reading, and reading all of the fics I could find. And then one day I found myself writing a drarry ficlet because I really missed creating. That ficlet got posted here on Tumblr (not on AO3 at first) because I hoped that a couple people might enjoy it but didn't think that anyone would take me seriously enough to find the need to criticize me.

Overnight, it got like 40 likes, which was incomprehensible to me, and people said kind things about it. And then I decided to start writing ficlets. I got this ridiculous idea to write "100 Drarry Drabbles in 100 Days" because I liked the alliteration, never expecting that I'd actually be able to do it.

But I did. And I've kept writing and posting ficlets consistently since. Over 370,000 words in 200 fics; on Monday, I'll have been posting for 11 months (I posted my first Drarry fic on April 7th of last year).

Woo. Sorry, this answer got a little out of hand! Thanks for asking, love. I'm so grateful for you and for all of the kind people who interact with me and my work in this fandom.

Ask me all the things, if you'd like <3

[percydarling]

I literally love you and your account. Percy deserved so much better, he just didnt know better. He was FED UP. It wasnt intentional but to be honest it was slight emotional abuse from the weasleys to him. I love the family but percy dosent deserve alot of the hate he gets.

I know cause I've had a family who's mocked me, and it's not funny when the jokes start to attack HIS PRIDE. his prefect and head boy badge. It wasnt funny anymore. There are differences between telling your confident sibling "yo you look ugly" because you know they dont care and will insult you back because they love themself enough, to calling your insecure sibling ugly and thinking it's the same even when its not.

AWWWW. THANK YOU!

I wanted to male this account because otherwise noone else would. It's so difficult to find Percy content anywhere. When I say anywhere I mean reddit, pinterest, ao3.

Oh god ao3. Let me tell you I went through 260 works tagged Percy Weasley and most of them weren't about him obviously.

Percy just cares about his work and in the books he's just made fun of because of that? And I don't understand why?

Let the boy care about his interests without being made fun of! And it's not only his siblings it's his father too! Which just fuels my rage further because Arthur just... WHY?

And don't get me started on the stupid game. God they just butchered his character and everything. First of all Percy isn't that obsessed with his rat. Stop it. Ron was more obsessed with Scabbers than Percy.

Next, Percy is literally not the type of guy to go snooping around his brother's business. Seriously the twins are more likely to be nosy than Percy. Percy would rather be studying.

Also Idk what else but somewhere I saw Percy criticising Charlie and it makes absolute no sense because he never criticized the twins and just HE HAS NO GLASSES either.

I hate the game.

Honestly the Weasley sibling behavior is fine until they come to Percy because when they interact with Percy, it's always insults. I've heard Ron insulting Percy more times than necessary at all.

I mean sending dragon dung to your brother's new job. What the hell were the twins thinking?

And the worst part is Percy thought it was part of the job so he actually..... uggggghhhhh.

I get too frustrated. I should make another post of why Percy is not boring. At all.

Also I'm sorry about your family. I hope you feel better soon!

If not there's always gonna be Percy content from my side.😎

[bbaronpiper]

Other side of him

I wrote another fluff/smut for you guys. it’s nothing much but I just wanted to post something out. Hope u like it thooo. some parts were @fullweaselbandithero​ ‘s idea. Thank you bb! <3

19. “God, you are so fucking cute.”

32. “No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine’s cards, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!”

gif not mine. credits to the owner

Arón x reader

Standing in front of the mirror, your hands run from the curves of your waist to your hips, you wore a simple black strappy straight neck bodycon dress, examining yourself, quite undecided weather to wear this or the one hanging on the side of the mirror.

“Which one do you like?” you asked your boyfriend who’s about to lose his shit, growing impatient. You can tell by the way his leg bounced up and down, looking at you sternly while you get dressed. He was supposed to pick you up at 7pm to attend his friend’s party. It was now 7:15pm and you haven’t decided what to wear yet.

“Arón?” waving at him holding the spare dress on your other hand.

He hummed. Confused look plastered across his face, not a single clue on what you calling him out for.

“This one?” you pointed on the one you’re already wearing. “or this one?” you waved the dress you were holding.

He didn’t answer. He just kept on looking at you with his chin on top of his fist and his elbow rests on his knee.

You laughed a little. What is up with this idiot. “Baby, if you don’t help me choose, by the time we get to the club, all your friends would be drunk as fuck”

He then stood up and walked closer to you. his gaze never leaving you. “Try this one. Let’s see what it would look like on you” he pointed to the dress hanging on your hand.

You let out a small “okay” as you turn around to face the mirror again, hanging up the spare dress just to take off the one you’re currently wearing. Your innocence never once questioned his reasons even the looks he was giving you until you grab the hem of your dress and pull it up over your head. Exposing your black lacy underwear. You then saw Arón from the reflection on the mirror, bit his lower lip trying to stop a smile.

“You little shit!” you exclaimed as it all hit you. The silence and the looks he was giving you had a reason. You turned back around to face him and threw the dress you just took off right on his face. He wanted you to try the other dress just so he can see you naked.

He burst out laughing now. Unable to control the laughter he’s been holding the second you grabbed the hem of your dress.

“hmm. I like this better” he was still laughing but the look on his eyes gave it away. Your boy is horny. Again. He walked closer to you and pulled you to him by the waist. You were pressed against his body now. You weren’t wearing a bra and you were lying if you say the feeling of your boobs touching directly against his shirt didn’t turn you on because it definitely did specially if you can feel his cold silver chain necklace hanging around his neck against your skin.

“Umm Piper, just in case you forgot, we have a party to attend” you cleared your throat. Getting nervous as the tension built up not that you didn’t want to fuck him. You do, but you’re also dying to get some alcohol down your system. You then pushed him off of you and proceed to wear the black dress you were wearing moments ago. You liked it anyways.

“Such a tease” he murmured while smirking.

“Horny avatar!” you spat back as you finished getting dress and put on your heels. You and Aron loved teasing each other, throwing comments and insults like little kids. You didn’t mind it since you both knew your limitations when it comes to the insults.

“Take that back Y/N!” he then slapped your ass and grabbed your hand as he led you out the door. You just gasped in return at the sudden feeling of his hand colliding on your ass.

“Really? You gotta touch a fine lady on her bumbum?” giving him a sad look that’s obviously fake. “No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine’s cards, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!” you continued to half rant.

Arón on the other hand, being Arón, he didn’t say a word he just chuckled. He slipped his hand on your back gliding up until your neck which by the way sent you chills all over your body, and stopped when he reached the side of your head, pushing it closer to him so he could give you a kiss on the side of your head.

“That’s all I get? Really, Arón?” Now, you really are sad. Not to sound clingy but you missed your man. You both quarantined away from each other but facetime everyday and once the quarantine is lifted, he starts going to clubs and beaches. Of course, he had asked you to come but you refused saying there’s still a virus and it isn’t safe. Arón on the other hand being the stubborn ass that he is, still went and you were never the type to restrict your boyfriend on things he wanted to do but now that he’s back, all you wanted is to spend time with him.

Just before you both reached the door, he stopped, leaned his head down to your level and gave you a kiss on the lips. It was one of his passionate kisses. He was never the one who gave little pecks. The man mastered the art of kissing like he’s making up for the time you weren’t together, a reminder that you’re his home and a promise that it’s you who he loves dearly. He pulled away smiling down on you while you smile back at him with cheeks blushing. You were so happy you skipped away to the door until the parking lot like a little school girl, his hand intertwined with yours. He laughed at the sight of this and shook his head. Probably regretting the fact that he’s dating a grown ass woman with a 10 year old child inside of her.

The second he starts to drive away, you zoomed out. You always loved car rides more than the destination itself. The feeling of sitting comfortable on the passenger’s seat while your boyfriend plays his jam and softly sing along to it gives you the happiest feeling. Not to mention your amusement every time you look out the window and enjoy the view; the streets, the people walking around and the sky. The smile you had on your face slowly disappeared as you heard Arón announced that you arrived to your destination.

You frown a little, confused. It didn’t look like a bar. You turned your head around to the driver’s seat only to see it empty. He was already walking around the car to open up the car door for you. damn this boy for making your heart flutter every time he gets the chance. You happily got out of the car and he immediately took your hand in his.

“Where are we? I thought you said-?

“Shush. You’ll see” he cut you off and shoot you a wink.  

He then led you inside the building into the elevator and pushed the button for the very top floor. Only to reveal this (see photo below)

photo not mine. got it from pinterest.

Your mouth hung open once you had a glimpse of it. On your mind, it was still his friend’s party you’re going to and not to this, leaving you confused. First of all, how can a fancy building have this garden set up in its rooftop, second, where is everybody? And lastly, Arón really did this for you? you love the boy dearly, and surely, he does love you as well but he was never the romantic type. Your dates are mostly just dinners or drinking at the bar or staying home for a long cozy night but never this.

“Close your mouth, baby I just saw a flying insect flew in.” he laughed while he touched your chin with his thumb. He then led you further and into one of the seat. “Sit” he demanded

“Asshole!” you muttered. Tears of joy starts to build up in your eyes. You felt like you were the luckiest woman ever. “You didn’t tell me you were setting me up with your friend for a romantic dinner” you joked.

He laughed loudly this time. “You’re crazy! Why would I give you away to somebody else. Huh?” He grabbed the remote on the nearby table and play the movie he chose the night before.

“So, no? Damn, I’ve been eyeing Marco for a while now” He quickly snapped his head back at you, glaring. The look on his face made you burst out laughing. It was a mix of shocked and jealousy. You can’t believe he bought what you said. “Gosh Arón, I was just kidding. I’m yours” And pecked him on the cheek which seemed to work since his facial expressions softened. “But really, No Marco tonight?”

He rolled his eyes at you “Not funny” and exhaled a little “hmpf” then pouted at you. Pouting men should be automatically kissed right? And so you did. He refused to return the kiss at first, cos you know people with Aries star signs are fucking stubborn but not for long as you tried to deepen the kiss by licking his lower lips and that’s when he finally gave in. He parted his lips slightly enough for you to insert your tongue in his mouth as his danced along with yours. His hand traveled down your thigh caressing it with his thumb. He was about to slide his hand inside your dress when you heard the elevator open and made you both pull away.

You watched as the waiters served your food along with your favorite wine. You both giggled at each other embarrassed that someone caught you during an intimate moment.

“Did you like it?” Arón asked you referring to his surprise.

“I loved it” you grin back at him “You rented the whole floor?”

“Yeah, so you wouldn’t whine about the virus. I can’t have you spraying alcohol at random people!” he said shaking his head before taking a bite on his food.

You spent the whole dinner talking about random stuff trying to catch up on each other’s lives these past few months. You love listening to Arón’s stories, your favorite part is when he’s telling you something funny and he couldn’t even finish the sentence ‘cos he’s laughing too much which cause you to laugh as well. The sound of his laughter completes your day, you love making him happy and he sure does make you happy as well.

“Did I tell you, you looked beautiful tonight?” he said while wiping the side of his mouth with a napkin. “god, you are so fucking cute.” He shot you a cheeky grin.

“Did I tell you, thank you for this” motioning around the place “and that I love you so much?” you challenged back.

“Yeah, you did. But I believed the word you used was ‘asshole’” He laughed to himself as he stood up and walked over to you side asking for your hand. “and I love you more”

“What, now?” you looked up at him, not sure what he wanted you to do.

He scrunched his face at you trying to suppress another laugh. “Y/N, has no one ever asked you to dance before?” this sassy ass will be the death of you. He wiggled his hand in front of you asking you to take it. you did. He led you to the middle of the floor, his hands on your hips and yours around his neck. You both swayed slowly, enjoying each other’s company while the cold air of the night softly blew into your skin. There’s no music playing, all you can hear is the sound of your breaths, your thumping hearts and the faint sound of the movie playing on the background. This was all new to you and it kept you wondering what has gotten into him to do something this special. You’ve been with Arón for more than a year now but you never seen this other side of him before.  

“What’s up with you? are you breaking up with me?” you blurted out of nowhere. His gestures tonight made you overthink. Is he doing this like a goodbye thing? Just to leave a good memory?

He looked down at you with eyebrows furrowed. “No, where did that come from?”

“uhh, nothin’.. it’s just.. you’ve never done something like this before. It makes me wonder” you shrugged. Your arms tightened around his neck afraid he’ll slip away.

“Exactly. That’s why I’m doing this” He gave you a reassuring smile. “’’cos I’ve never done it before.” He caress your cheek with the back of his fingers, staring deep into your eyes. “I feel like I haven’t done enough for you yet.”  He brushed the tip of his nose on your forehead first before placing a kiss on it.

Your heart was beating so fast and hard you feel like Arón can feel it through his chest too. Butterflies in your stomach are too much for you to handle. This man makes you feel so much emotions to the point that your knees get so weak and you suddenly forgot how to breathe. You stared into each other’s eyes for a while before you tip toed and reach for his lips, giving his pouty ones a kiss it deserved.

Arón pulled away after a while just to press his face at the side of your head and whispered “Let me show you how much I love you” before kissing your exposed neck, his fingers played with the strap of your dress while waiting for your answer. This simple gesture was enough to make you wet.

It took him a soft nod from you to pull down the strap from your shoulders and kissed the skin below it. your hand gripped tightly at the back of his neck as he lightly sucked the skin on your shoulder and giving it a kiss before moving to another spot and repeat the same step, earning soft moans from you.

His huge hands traveled from your hips to your ass and taps it lightly. It was a signal for you to jump onto him. You obeyed. He walked toward the nearest couch and laid you there. He kissed you in every part of your skin that’s exposed; your face, your neck, your shoulders, your arms, your hands up to your legs. Arón lifted your dress up but you stopped him once the cloth reached your stomach.

“Someone might walk in on us, baby.” He nodded in understanding and let the dress sit up to your stomach before discarding your panties. Revealing your already dripping pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me” Arón muttered at the sight. The feeling of his hand touching your thighs is enough for you to moan out his name.  you reached for his shirt’s button one by one opening it. your hand automatically went to touch his chest, your fingers tracing his sun and moon tattoo.

“Arón, baby please” he smirked knowing you’re just eager as him. Reaching for his pants button, he quickly opened it and pull his trousers down along with his boxers. He went back to hover over you pressing his lips on yours leaving wet and hard kisses.

“Arón, please.. please..” he always make you beg when making love. Fucking Aries. Always the dominant one. You tried to thrust upward to meet his rock hard dick but he moved slightly away from you.

“Not yet baby” he said in between kisses. You of course didn’t like this and whined. Once he heard this. He covered your mouth and quickly slammed into you making you scream. Thankfully, Arón’s hand was on your mouth making the sounds muffled. He didn’t move an inch until you moaned. It was his way of knowing that you had adjusted on his size already.

He started slow movements, pushing in and out of you gently making you both moan in unison. Arón was now thrusting at a steady pace. You loved it. it’s been a while since he fucked you like this. It was always hard sex or the needy sex. Soft Arón  turned you even more than the wild version of him. He thrusts into you a few more times before sitting up. He was still inside you when he snuck his arms under your back pulling you into sitting position in a swift. The sudden movements made you moan out loud as he shot a cocky smile towards you.

His smile was replaced with an O shape and pulled his head back, grunting as he felt you clenched around him. “Ride me Y/N”

You did as you were told. You moved up and down on him slowly like he did to you. his name rolled out of your tongue over and over again getting louder in every thrust. He pulled down your dress a bit further to reveal your right boob. He then wasted no time and put it in his mouth. Nipping and sucking on it. while his other hand reached to grab your left boob. You felt your orgasm building up. Arón must’ve felt it too ‘cos your thrust are getting sloppy.

He stopped what he was doing and left you a wet kiss on your lips. “I’ve got you baby” he then lied you back down on the couch again. He positioned himself and pushed your legs wider apart before gripping on your waist and start pounding into you. hard and fast. You held tightly on his forearms like your life depended on it. your moans turned into screams not once caring if someone heard you.

“I’m so close, Arón” you reached for your clit and starts rubbing it in circles. Arón saw this and slaps your hand away, taking over for you so you can go back to gripping on his arm.

“That’s it baby, come for me” Arón grunts and pursed his lips together. Quickening his pace. The sight of him with little beads of sweat forming in his forehead, grunting and moaning your name drove you straight to orgasm. You came. Arón not long after you. screaming each other’s name.

He collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight. His head laid on your chest as you both catch breaths. Both of your chest heaving. You rest your chin on top of his head, your hand running softly against his hair just above his neck. Enjoying the view. It was nice to make love under the night sky with the boy you love with all your heart.

“Let’s go home, princesa. Let me fuck you properly.”

Ohhh and the night is not yet over.

“so, more surprises for me huh?”