#like i’m a real person who’s dealing with real life things lmao

[quirrrky]

—•✦ 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙉𝙀𝙓𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐

KUROO, your business partner and bestfriend, had one birthday wish and that's for you to attend a party as his fiancee, his fake fiancee

3k+ f!reader, friends to lovers, fake dating

ꨄ︎ happy birthday to the male lead of my life! wishing you'd finally show up for real now lmao

“So Kuroo, you’re turning thirty this weekend, right?”  

“No, sir, just twenty-nine.” Kuroo gave a stiff and stony grin. Mr. Onitsuka, the CEO of the sportswear company he was trying to get as a sponsor, happened to be a rigid family man.

“Just twenty-nine...” There’s certainly some hint of disappointment with how it sounded from the older man.  

Kuroo gulped and bit the inside of his cheeks. This deal was his most important thus far. We’re dealing with one of Japan’s prestigious brands. He couldn’t let this opportunity pass, especially that he just recently got promoted as the Sports Ambassador for the Japan Volleyball Association. 

“Well, we can feature our players-” 

“You mean athletes.” Mr. Onitsuka corrected. 

Kuroo gulped and almost banged his head against the nearest wall. Of course, athletes! Not players.  

Not a “player” like...him.  

Who would’ve thought that his singleness was not a good credential for the strictly traditional man in front of him? Everyone who’d see the specimen of a man Kuroo was could tell that he had a high market value among the ladies, which screamed one thing. He must be a player! 

“Yes, that’s right. Athletes...”  

“Look, Kuroo, it’s clear that you had everything well-planned out.” Mr. Onitsuka closed the folder. “But I’m sure you can’t do all this by yourself...” 

“I know someone who could cover this partnership.” Kuroo beamed, excitedly. His face lit up like he had the most brilliant plan out of his pocket. “We’ve been together and conquered a lot by now. I would even bet my life to guarantee you that she is the best!” He pronounced, loud and proud. 

“I never heard about her before.” Mr. Onitsuka's expression changed into something a bit lighter. “So when did the both of you start together?” 

At last! He’s passing the test. Kuroo thought. 

“Oh, me and Y/N? We began working on a project about a year ago and we really hit it off so well. Our chemistry’s just...out of this world.” 

Kuroo’s phone rang with the Star Wars’ Imperial March, a ringtone you personally assigned for yourself. Mr. Onitsuka saw your name and said, signaling for Kuroo to answer the phone, “Your girlfriend.” 

In a slight panic, Kuroo almost juggled the phone in his hand. For a short while, he thought that he was now accepted by Mr. Onitsuka, however there seemed to be a misunderstanding. He wanted to clear it up, but he had to answer you first... 

“H-Hello...” Kuroo gulped. “How’s my girl?” He saw a tinge of disappointment on Mr. Onitsuka's face, and he got agitated, mindlessly spouting things off. “How’s my beautiful...” Of course, he couldn’t say girlfriend. “Bride...” Shit! That's too sudden, so he added. “...to-be.” Bride to-be? 

Oh crap. He ran his mouth without thinking. 

You laughed. “Wait...Are you drunk?” 

“Mhm hmmm...so drunk on you, only on you, babe.” Kuroo winked at Mr. Onitsuka, who was obviously enjoying the show he was putting on. 

“What have you gotten yourself again, Tetsu?” You cracked up and followed, “Hey...listen, I already reserved the bar for your birthday party. It’s all good now.” 

“You’re the best! Wait, love. Just hold on a sec, okay? I’m in the middle of a meeting, but I’ll be there in a heartbeat once this is done.” 

You scrunched your face, laughing. “What’s wrong with you? Are you being hit on by an old lady again?” 

Kuroo chuckled, genuinely. Oh...that smartmouth of yours... 

“Let’s talk about it in a few, alright? See you the soonest, sweetheart. Bye bye, love you.” He hung up and sighed apologetically at Mr. Onitsuka. “Sorry about that. My woman needs me.” 

“Then I suggest you go to her right away. You musn’t keep her waiting.” Mr. Onitsuka said, sounding more relieved to have found out that JVA Sports Ambassador Kuroo Tetsurou was a “committed” man. “If that’d be my wife, I’ll be having an earful by now.” The older man oddly broke his rigid exterior and laughed.  

“I’ll take that advice to heart,” Kuroo affirmed. 

“I’ll be sending the documents with my signature within the week.” Mr. Onitsuka extended his hand and Kuroo shook it. “It was nice meeting you, Kuroo. I’ll see you and your fiancee on your birthday party.” 

Kuroo chuckled, nervously. “Can’t wait, sir.” 

Now, he’s left with convincing you to be his future wife even just for a night.  

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚

As the new sports ambassador for JVA, Kuroo now carries the image of the sport, well, including its athletes. As much as it’s great to recognize that Volleyball athletes were good-looking, values such as commitment must be reflected as well. Kuroo knew that.  

Though he admittedly had a past of dating around and exploring his options, it wasn’t the deal now. Kuroo wanted to commit but...he wanted to be slow and careful... 

Opening up the door to the restaurant, he immediately spotted you browsing on your phone. He didn’t miss the look of the man seated beside you on one of the bar stools. He sighed. Another one of those bastards... 

Approaching you, Kuroo wrapped an arm around your shoulders and planted a kiss on your forehead. “So, how’s the check-up? Is our little peanut okay? I’m sorry I missed it.” He said, making sure that the man heard.  

You subtly rolled your eyes and answered back, “He just kicked inside me now like he wanted to kick you instead.” 

Kuroo acted animatedly amused. “Sounds like his mother. That’s too early.” Taking the other seat beside you, he swiveled your chair so you’re facing him.  

“Last week you put a ring on me and now it’s a baby.” You snickered. “What’s next, Tetsu? Retirement plan?” 

“Come on. I’m just being the best bestfriend there is. Plus, you have saved my ass a million of times too.” 

Indeed, you didn’t know when it started but you and Kuroo played as each other’s fake partner whenever you’re both being hit on by strangers you didn’t like.  

“Yeah, remind me to pose as your lovesick wife next time.” You joked and Kuroo rubbed his chin. 

“Maybe at my birthday party?” He suggested. 

You took a sip of your juice. “Yeah, sure.” 

“No, seriously, though.” He took your hand and held it firmly. “Mr. Onitsuka...” 

“Oh, Family Guy...” 

“Exactly! I...” He’s now starting to take out his greatest weapon, his sad boy pout and unfortunate doe eyes. 

Oh. “How did you mess up this time?” 

His hold on your hand tightened. “I might’ve made it seem like we’re getting married.” 

That explained the cheesy lovey-dovey petnames a while ago. 

You were speechless. Kuroo’s not the one to lie. He’s always the straightforward guy, so... “How the hell did that...” 

“I don’t know. Man, he’s been grilling me with my life plan, my age and all, that I had a slip-up.” 

Well, you’ve done this countless times before, but his birthday party was a different thing. His friends and some colleagues will be there. You looked at your joined hands and then back at his troubled expression. 

“Y/N, just for my birthday, please...” Kuroo pleaded, “Be my lovesick wife even just for that day.” 

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚ 

Kuroo leaned on his car as he marveled at you so breathtakingly beautiful in a red dress. Playfully, he whistled. “It might be hard for me to think this is all pretend when you’re doing some serious damage on me with that dress.” 

Equally, you admired how handsome he was in that black sweater, and got lost at the sight of him that you almost trip on your wat to his side. Almost.

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you in check.” Lightheartedly, you set an alarm in your smartwatch. “You got me until midnight, love.” 

The two of you laughed. 

Today’s the big day. Tetsu’s birthday. And yes, the birthday part did get you to agree to his "proposal". 

In no time, you reached the little bar you rented. It was cozy and had a little dancefloor and disco lights that could make the activities later on at night extra special.

You assisted in arranging a party for him, inviting his close friends and some colleagues. No lies, you’re a little nervous. This was different from the strangers you’d been fooling. 

This is it...  

Kuroo pulled you closer to him, grabbing you by the waist. “You got this, sweetheart.” He brought your hand to his lips. You gave him a prim smile and he opened the door for you.  

You were welcomed by familiar faces which put you at ease, while he had a hand at the small of your back. All the worries you had earlier dissipated. Having Kuroo right next to you like this made you feel more confident.  

Though everyone had their eyes on the two of you, everything about this situation felt natural. The electricity that surrounded you...It was so strong. The chemistry you had the first time you met was glowing in front of everyone right now. You could tell that they looked at you and Kuroo like you’re made for each other.  

“Here comes the future Mr. and Mrs. Kuroo,” Kenma welcomed, mischievously knowing fully well what the both of you were up to.

Lev greeted, “Happy Birthday and Congratulations!”  

“What? I thought you two are already married!” Bokuto remarked, which shocked the both of you. “I mean... ever since you two got along, Kuroo talked about nothing but you. I even got a little sad because I thought I wasn’t invited.” 

Kuroo was just pretending not to be affected by all this, but he’s definitely dying on the inside as Bokuto ratted him out. Slowly, you tilted your head to sneak a glance at your “fiance”. 

“W-What?” he asked. 

You giggled and teased, “I didn’t know I’ve been on your mind a lot.”  

Kuroo just simply scoffed. This was totally not how he planned things to work out.  

Mr. and Mrs. Onitsuka finally arrived at the scene. Kuroo squeezed your hand as if you were going to face the biggest challenge of your life.  

“Kuroo,” The old man called as he patted Kuroo’s shoulder, “Happy Birthday, boy!” 

This was shocking. Mr. Onitsuka went from a scary strict dad to a friendly goofy one. It must be the effect of being with you.  

“Thank you, sir. Ma’am,” Kuroo acknowledged Mrs. Onitsuka’s presence, taking her hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles.  

“Hmm...You sure know your way with the ladies.” The older woman complimented.  

“Gives me headache every now and then,” you said, playfully, which made the old couple laugh.  

“You must be Y/N,” Mr. Onitsuka shook your hand. “Now, I know why you got this boy to settle down.” He patted Kuroo’s chest twice. “You’re such a lucky man to have someone like Y/N right here beside you.” 

“See, even you could tell how bad she got me.” Kuroo glanced at you with an unexplainable softness in his gaze. “So damn bad.” 

The way he looked at you, his smile, his eyes, almost stopped your heartbeat. You felt so little...small? Cute? Weak in the knees? Excuse me. You’re probably smiling like a preschooler having a crush right now, but this felt like a fairytale. Someone must stop you. 

“You both looked so good together I wonder how you fell in love with each other.” Mrs. Onitsuka mused.  

Kuroo confidently replied, “It was love at first sight...” 

You choked up a laughter at his statement. Love at first sight? Crazy.... 

He raised a brow at you with a vexed and hurt expression on his face. 

“Hey, now! It sounds like a Hallmark movie. You can’t blame me,” you reasoned out.  

“But it was the truth!” 

Kuroo took a long and deep inhale. His eyes refused to look back at you as he explained, “When we met for the first time to finalize our partnership for the Volleyball video game project, I really thought you’re beautiful, and as lucky as I am, you’re also smart, funny and someone whom I found comfortable to be myself with.” 

Smiling, you recalled that moment. It wasn’t only him who felt that way that day. “Yeah...that’s...” ...what you felt too. You almost forgot this was all just a pact.  

The two couples found your bickering very amusing, which roused their curiosity even more. “Well...let’s go to the proposal. How did our lady’s man right here propose?” 

“I first asked her to marry me during the successful launch of our first project.” Kuroo shared to spark a memory in you, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. 

“What?” 

“You really can’t remember?” He complained. 

You explained, “I thought you’re just talking about our next projects to come.” 

He gave you a stare of disbelief like you’re the stupidest, silliest girl alive. 

You paused for a moment, trying to grasp what happened in the past when Mr. Onitsuka cut your musing with a laugh. 

“Those were the days...” Mrs. Onitsuka admiringly commented.  

Mr. Onitsuka sighed. “I guess we’ll leave you two alone then.” 

You and Kuroo bowed your heads as gesture, watching the older couple take their seats.  

A sigh of relief escaped the both of you and you looked at each other chuckling.  

“Let’s go?” Kuroo invited, taking your hand to pull you close to him until he had an arm around your waist. 

You nodded your head, giggling. For the rest of the night, you did nothing but that. He was greeted from time to time, but he’d always return his attention to you. He pulled your chair close to him and playfully fed you with spoonfuls that had your mouth full—ridiculously full that you were swatting his arm almost non-stop.  

You didn’t drink anything alcoholic, but it felt like you were tipsy. You didn’t know where this endless happiness was coming from. It’s that free bubbly feeling that just fizzled out inside you. You were always playful and childlike around Kuroo, but there’s something in this moment that was just different. It was like you were set free–free to express whatever it was you wanted to for a long time.  

Kuroo rubbed your belly, “Looks like our little peanut is getting bigger now.” 

You both laughed at his teasing. “It’s ‘cause you’re feeding me a lot, dummy!”  

“What can I say? I’m just simply being a good provider. Making sure that the love of my life is well-fed and happy.” He boasted and you rolled your eyes.  

Kuroo was so close to you, the warmth of his body surrounding you in full as he had you caged all to himself. Your body moved on its own and you laced your arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. All of a sudden, you didn’t want to let go.  

You didn’t know why, but your heart was about to burst at any moment now. He’s right. You’re... “Happy...” You said with a muted voice. “Birthday, Tetsu.” 

Kuroo embraced you back and even tighter, closing his eyes firmly while he was holding you so close like you’re something that could melt away in his arms at any moment. “I’m happy. I’m very very happy right now, Y/N.” 

He parted a bit, cupping your face with both hands. You searched for his eyes, and he probed yours. Your gaze shifted to his lips while his did the same thing, lingering a little on yours. You swallowed.  

What is this? 

Kuroo bit his lip. His eyelids were getting heavy as he was reaching forward. You had your lips parting a bit, just enough so you’re breathing from the space between.  

What’s happening? What’re you anticipating? 

Slowly, your noses touched. 

Just a little bit more... 

But the speaker close to you started blaring, shocking you both from your little moment and made you laugh instead.  

Kuroo stood up and extended a hand, “Care for a dance?” 

You accepted, taking the dance floor with him. He had his hands on the sides of your waist as you both swayed to the music. Your eyes were not leaving each other’s as you both got lost in the moment, cheeks hurting from the smile that won’t just fade away. 

“Screaming, I testify that we'll survive the test of time they can't deny our love.” The lyrics blazed all over and you let yourselves loose, singing the song together. “They can’t divide us. We’ll survive the test of time. I swear that I’ll be right hereeee!” 

You both burst out laughing at each other with how your voices cracked, failing to hit the high note.  

“I don’t know why it feels like I’m drunk right now,” Kuroo pondered fondly.  

“Drunk on me?” You teased, recalling what he said on the phone last time. 

“Most likely,” he smirked and returned, “You know I didn’t have any alcohol.” 

You laughed. “Yes, because that mouth of yours may run some BS again.” 

“Oh...” He scoffed and rebutted, “You speak as if my mouth is only good at talking.” 

Your quirked a brow up. “What else would it ever be good at?” 

You’re really getting him so bad like this, huh.  

The look in his eyes turned dark and he bit his lip. He stopped dancing, pulled you closer and whispered, “A lot of things.” 

His gaze slickly traveled down your lips thirstily taking in how he wanted them so bad. He grazed back to pin your eyes with a serious stare that showed how he’s already at his limit. You gulped, air got stuck in your chest. You were lost at the sight of his handsome face being accentuated by the colorful lights that you failed to ready yourself when he placed a hand behind your head and brought your lips together. Your eyes automatically closed, arms snaked around his body as he had a hand at the small of your back. Your lips danced, gobbling each other passionately, intensely. You’re taking one another’s breath.  

At that moment, only the two of you existed, intoxicated by each other’s taste and fully consumed by the fire inside you that finally came blazing after a long time being kept hidden. 

Miya Atsumu whistled. “Man, this got me frustrated.” 

“Ugh, get a room.” Oikawa chided, bitterly. 

“Just admit you’re jealous nobody wants to kiss you that way,” Iwaizumi rebutted while Kenma had his phone up, streaming the entire show.  

Your smart watch started alarming, cutting off your kiss. You glanced. It’s already 12 o’clock, which brought you back to reality. This...This was all just an agreement. An odd stabbing pain hit your chest. You looked around and the Onitsukas were nowhere to be found. They must’ve gotten home already. Your heart was knocking loudly in your ear, and you just looked at Kuroo painfully confused. 

All these emotions... 

“Excuse me,” you said, and briskly walked outside the hall.  

Your hands were cold and trembling as you placed them over your lips. It’s done now. You couldn’t run away from it anymore. For so long, you’d been telling yourself it was all just friendship even if you knew that all this time, the person you wanted to be next to you was just him.  

With this heavy feeling in your heart, you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle denying anymore. You love Tetsurou more than just a friend. 

“Y/N!” You heard him called out, and you shut your eyes firm.  

You’d just end up broken if you’d keep on pretending. 

Kuroo held your elbow, and you were swept away when he spun you around so you were facing him. He had you in his arms, with his hands clasped at the small of your back. 

“Tetsu...” You placed a hand on his chest, putting up a boundary. “Mr. and Mrs. Onitsuka went home already.” 

“And so?” He answered, noting that you’re not pushing him away. 

“I-It’s already past 12,” you reasoned out with a shaky voice. 

He bumped his head into yours. “We can have it extended, you know?” His tone was almost begging.  

You chewed on your bottom lip. “What do you mean?” Your heart stammered so hard against your ribcage.  

“The love at first sight, the proposal...they’re all real for me, Y/N.” His voice was staggering that you could feel how nervous and scared he was. Scared of losing you and letting this moment slip away. He might not get another chance. “I slipped up that you’re my bride-to-be because that’s what I’ve been wanting to happen all this time.” He ran the tips of his fingers across your cheek. “I love you, Y/N and should’ve shown you how much a lot earlier”  

“Oh, Tetsu...” you smiled at the brink of tears. “You’re such an idiot!” You lightly smacked his shoulder and scolded, “I thought I’m gonna be single forever because of you, dummy!” 

You both laughed, finally feeling the freedom of having things all let out in the open. 

Leaning close to your face, he teased you with his lips lightly grazing against yours as he spoke. “You’re still not answering me...” he muttered under his breath. “It’s past midnight now. Are we extending?” 

You smiled against his lips and asked, “For how long?”  

Kuroo grinned, pressing your noses together. “Indefinitely.” 

And you answered him with a kiss, knowing that you both won’t have anyone standing next to you aside from each other, indefinitely.  

𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 w/ my fellow kuroo babes @mayarii-darling @sookisaurus @tetzoro @shidouryusm @kuroosexuall @jotatetsuken @boosyboo9206 💋

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[thecreelhouse]

41. “if i have to stop this car, i’m going to make sure you can’t walk out of it without my help”

for our beloved steve,,,,,,, goodness gracious,,,,........ <333333

ok i hope this makes sense and isn’t awful bc i am tipsy LMAO but ty for sending this in bb! <3

let’s be real, Steve’s a bitchy lil thing when he has to tame a brat

“Jesus Christ, do you know how to be quiet, or still, for like, five minutes?”

You’re only tapping your fingers to the music along the car door while riding shotgun in Steve’s car. “Huh? What’d I do?”

Steve grumbles something under his breath, but you can’t quite make it out.

This road trip seemed like a great idea, a way to feel normal for once, for the both of you; best friends taking a trip to the beach, a first for the both of you. But 3 hours into the ride, Steve only grows more and more irritated, and you’re not even trying to be annoying.

In fact, it makes you wonder if this was even a good idea at all.

“Sorry for breathing the wrong way, or whatever.” You murmur, flattening your hand against the door, keeping still.

Steve says nothing. Does nothing. It drives you crazy, trying to figure out what the hell you could’ve done to piss him off so much.

“Steve, pull over, I’ll drive us back home.” You give up, you just want to turn around if he’s going to throw a fit without explanation.

“No,” His hand tightens around the wheel; you cannot figure out for the life of you what has him so bothered.

With a defeated sigh, you mutter, “Here we fucking go.”

“What was that?” 

“Steve, stop the car.” The longer he drags this out, the angrier you are becoming. “Pull over, I’m driving us home—“

“Why? We’re already like, a state and a half into the drive.”

“Yeah, and I don’t want to be in the same car with you if you’re just going to be a fucking dick the entire time.” 

Steve laughs bitterly, only fueling your irritation further. “Wouldn’t have to be if you knew how to behave.”

You snap your head towards him, brows scrunched as confusion takes over. “What in the ever loving fuck are you even talking about?” You turn your whole body towards him as he drives on, and it’s taking everything in him to stay focused on the highway. “If I knew how to what?”

“First off, why the hell are you wearing barely anything? We’re nowhere near the beach yet.”

“It’s fucking 90 degrees out, asshole. How come you can be shirtless whenever it’s hot out, but I can’t wear a goddamn bikini top?” Steve’s never like this, especially not with you. You’re your own person, he respects that; this feels so foreign that he’s upset over your outfit choice. 

“Yeah, well, we could’ve been there by now if you didn’t flirt with your tits out at the fucking gas station—“

“Steve, that was harmless flirting that lasted all of, what, a few minutes? You were filling the car anyway, why do you care?” You cross your arms over your chest, fuming as you stare out the window. “Why the fuck are you so bothered by all of this? This isn’t like you.”

He’s silent, jaw set as he exhales sharply. “Whatever, forget it.”

You do a double take, glaring at him, “Wh— how can you make a huge deal out of nothing, be a total dick over nothing, and just drop it? We have at least 5 more hours in the car together, at least let me drive us home if I’m pissing you off so badly by existing.”

Steve says nothing, only lets his anger rise, waiting for it to boil over. Fucking bastard.

If he can push your buttons, why can’t you push his?

You reach around to the back of your bathing suit top, undoing the straps before letting the top fall around your waist. Steve’s eyes widen, watching you in his peripheral view, but he’s keeping his gaze on the road, trying to be respectful.

“What, you embarrassed to be friends with someone who’s comfortable in their own skin?” You’re taunting him as you push your chest out, rolling the window down to cool yourself off with the breeze. “Or maybe you’re jealous I gave another guy some attention for once. Hm?”

Steve feels ridiculous for letting his feelings consume him, turn him into some bitter, jealous douchebag. His face heats up, knowing you’re flaunting your half-naked self off just inches away. 

You’re not done yet, though.

“Hey, Steve,” You wave your top closer to him, and he holds his hand up to block you from inching closer. “What if I just threw this out the window?”

“Don’t.”

“Aw, Stevie, don’t be mad, I’m just trying to be the slut you seem to think I am,” You stick your tongue out as you hold the top out the window, wildly thrashing in the breeze. “If you wanted to have me to yourself, you should’ve just said so.”

“That- I didn’t say that—“

“You didn’t need to. You’re easier to read than a picture book, Harrington.”

“Enough.” His knuckles turn white around the steering wheel while he grits his teeth, wishing he never said a damn thing. He brought this on himself, and he knows that, but he wasn’t expecting you to be such a brat about it.

Honestly, he’s not sure what he expected at all, but he dug his own grave. Might as well lie in it.

You’re unbuckling your belt, about to lean out the window, “Stevie, ya’ think if I flash some guys they’ll wanna—“

“Sit. Down.”

His fingers snake through the belt loops of your short shorts, pulling you back into the car easily with just one hand. You land against the seat with a surprised huff.

Finally, Steve looks over at you, eyes falling to your chest as his breath hitches, praying you didn’t notice.

You did. It’s not hard to miss when he’s so obvious with his action.

With a smirk, you taunt, “I knew it.” 

“If I have to stop this car, i’m going to make sure you can’t walk out of it without my help,” Steve threatens, hand forcing your legs apart as he continues driving. He tugs at the frayed hems of your shorts, “Off.”

With a satisfied smile, you grab his hand, pulling it away, shoving it away. “Nope.”

“Fucking Christ, you’re such a brat—“

“Uh-huh, and you don’t have the guts to tame me, do you?” 

Steve pulls off at the next shoulder he finds, slamming on the brakes as he throws the car into park. “Get over here.”

“Oh, I’m good over here, thanks though—“

One hand is on your throat, ghosting the temptation of sinful choking, and the other roughly grabs at your tits; your eyes roll back with a whimper as he leans into your ear, shallow breaths dancing along the shell of your ear.

“You’ve got no fucking idea how long I’ve waited for this,” His admission makes you whine, turn to putty in his hands before he smacks your tits, earning a high pitched, desperate noise from you. “You’re lucky it’s dark out, ‘cause I’d fuck the brat outta you in broad daylight.”

“S- Steve, m’so- I— fuck—“ Any retaliation you had ready to throw his way dies on your lips as his hand pushes roughly under your shorts, swiping along your folds just once. He groans lowly as your slick coats his fingers. 

“You’re so fucking gross.” He’s about to pull his hand out, but you take one of your own to hold it in place, while the other pushes the hand on your throat closer to your neck. “Knew pissing you off would break you.”

“Then fucking do something about it already, coward.”

Yeah, the beach can wait.

[salty-croissants]

what do Bullfrog and Rayman/Ramon like to do when they're cuddling with the reader? 😊

Thank you for the request ! 

It’s like , very late for me right now … but I got a burst of inspiration as soon as I read what the request was about : this is something that I’m always happy to write … just wholesome affection between the reader and the boys , love this prompt very much :,) ❤️

I hope this turned out okay ! 

I’m probably gonna pass out after this lmao , it was worth it tho :,)👍

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

established relationships ; 

no warnings needed 

Bullfrog 💚

The number one rule this frog has when cuddling with you ? He wants you to be as comfy as possible , and if you want Bullfrog is going to bring something to drink for the both of you : a nice cup of tea , some juice … anything goes , as long as you like it .

< Here’s your tea , mon amour … be careful , it’s still hot . > 

< Thanks love , you’re the best ~ > 

If you’re someone who happens to get very flustered when he speaks French , Bullfrog will have the time of his life whispering sweet nothings in your ear while holding you in his arms … 

The way you blush is just so cute for him ^//^ 

< y/n , ma bien-aimée, tu es merveilleuse à tous points de vue … ~ > 

< B-Bullfrog pleasee ! ~ > 

One silly personal headcanon that I have is that Bullfrog gets especially relaxed by sounds of streams of water streams , waterfalls and other similar things , so I imagine that he would be very happy to have them as a bit of a background ambience while snuggling close with his beloved … 

He probably saves all of those “10 hours of waterfall sounds to sleep and relax to” compilations , he just likes them a lot :) 

Rayman 🧡

Now this man … 

This man doesn’t get as many chances to cuddle you as he’d like , given that he has to deal with so much while working on his show , so you can be sure that Rayman will make the times he can be with you truly special … 

< Aw … did you light up all these candles for me ? > 

< Mhm , I sure did . Cuddles with my lovely y/n need a bit of atmosphere after all ~ > 

< Hehe , you’re always so sweet Ray , thank you ~ > 

Rayman loves to just lay his head on your lap while staring up at you … it’s such a nice moment of intimacy , especially since it’s a position that makes it easy to snatch a kiss or two … or maybe three ;//) 

< Here , come a little closer y/n … god , I’ve missed this so much … ~ > 

While he likes to be able to talk to you while you cuddle ( especially since you’re possibly the only person who he can be fully sincere with ) , Rayman adores to just listen to anything you may want to say while snuggling close to you and let the sound of your voice relieve him from all his troubles …

He is just so glad to have you , he can’t stress about it enough ! 

Ramon 🖤

I think it’s safe to say that after everything that’s happened , Ramon has become even more physically affectionate than before : he just really needs all the reassurance he can get , so one thing he’ll do when you cuddle is wrap his hands around your waist to prevent you from even thinking about getting up …

< Ah geez , is that my phone … ? Can I just check real quick who it is ? > 

< No . Might be another one of Eden’s tricks to try and locate us . > 

< Heh … are you sure it’s not also an excuse to keep me from getting up ? > 

< Hmm … I dunno what you mean ~ > 

He really loves to bury his face in your chest : the sound of your heartbeat and your warmth are like a shelter from the outside world , and Ramon longs for nothing more than having you as close to him as possible . 

It’s also so very relaxing for him to be able to be vulnerable at least for a moment … he just can’t begin to express how important you are to him , but he’ll do his best .

< y/n … I love you so much , you know that … ? 

You’re … heh , literally everything I could ever ask for . > 

If you end up falling asleep while you cuddle together , Ramon is going to be watching over you for quite some time , looking at you while occasionally leaving little kisses on your face …

He won’t rest until he’s sure that you’re safe , he won’t allow anything bad to happen to you … not now nor ever . 

[thestobingirlie]

Somewhat tangentially related to that other ask but I wish fandom would just acknowledge that Eddie is also bully in his own right and just because he's antagonist towards jocks doesn't mean they deserve it by virtue of being jocks (no matter how much fandom likes to pretend it's warranted because Eddie is bullied himself- this is nowhere near canon and I'd go so far as to say it goes against canon if we're basing it off of Eddie's own behavior) and beyond all that; like the other asker and yourself said Eddie isn't just antagonizing jocks! He openly scorns band kids, geeks and pretty much everyone that isn't his specific brand of nerd which is not about academics so much as nerdy interest like fantasy and "non-conformist" music.

I put that in quotations because Eddie is actually probably the one that buys into the whole high school hierarchy spiel more than any other character on the show; by setting himself up as such an anti-establishment non conformist (all within the high school setting mind you we see nothing to make me believe his ideals go beyond that setting and it makes sense to me considering he's a Peter Pan archetype stuck in a state of arrested development- but I digress) because he sets himself up in such a way that his entire persona is built off of the abject refusal to adhere to societal expectations he's by and large helping to perpetuate them. He's cosplaying this attitude more than living by it because the societal norms still very much dictate how he views himself and how he approaches others.

Ironically Steve is the real deal in this regard by shucking what others expect from him and living his own life the way he wants it divorced from the excepted norms he used to let dictate him as late as mid s3 while changing the things he didn't like about himself behaviorally while still retaining his core personality and interests without the need to revise himself fully.

But because he doesn't have an alt style or interests that go against the mainstream, fandom refuses to see him in this light. He also doesn't let his new friends change his own interests nor expect them to change theirs for him.

I guess this rant makes me sound like I don't like Eddie but I do! I think fandom Eddie is entirely separate from canon Eddie however, to the point where his only recognizable qualities are his interests and aesthetic. Fandom really seems to martyr him in that regard and fully drink his kool-aid which is hilarious because it's largely performative with no substance lmao (even the "woe is me hunt the freak huh 🥺" falls flat narratively when a whole ass dead girl was found in his home).

I think the duplicitous nature of his personality and his hypocrisy (while still fully being a good guy! If you ignore the whole uh selling hard core drugs to a 17/18 year old girl who clearly never did them before thing) I think it's this dual nature and slightly shady actions while still having a caring heart and good intentions is what makes him a good character and we don't get to see that hardly ever with the way a laaaarge portion of fandom worships at his freak alter.

god, beautifully written. i agree with every single point. honestly, you anons just know how to word exactly what i’m feeling.

yes! eddie pretends like he rejects societal ideals, but he just reinforces them to the next generation. he’s built his life on being the freak, he plays it up to get attention, and to rile up his classmates. i honestly think eddie won’t know who he is post high school. which is, like you said, ironically the way the fandom tries to portray steve. but we see that he’s much more secure in himself and his life than eddie. does he have everything figured out? of course not, he’s 18!! but he knows a hell of a lot more than eddie.

but because he isn’t a nerdy outcast, the fandom would have us believe that he actually hates his life and who he is, and secretly doesn’t want to be a jock. fanon steve is honestly way more like canon eddie than i think the fandom wants to admit.

(and yeah, chrissy is found dead in his home. people aren’t just witch hunting eddie for no reason lmao)

all this is what makes canon eddie an actual interesting character!!! and the fact he (and steve) are entirely stripped of these characteristics is one of the reasons that i just can’t vibe with the fandoms rendition of steddie.

[tinybirbwrites]

Guilty Pleasure (Dick Grayson/Reader)

Hello, hi. This started as a vent fic, then it became super silly and fun and longer than expected. No warnings except for some swearing, just silly fluff and crack. Reader is gender-neutral. Also I had Gotham Knights Dick in mind while writing, the game really grew on me lmao.

You often wondered whether Dick had a sixth sense for your mood. Each time you were upset about something, he would either somehow end up finding out about it, or unknowingly comfort you in some way. 

Watched a sad movie while Dick was away? Look at your phone; Dick either just sent you a meme, pun, or a sweet little message to brighten your day. Unhappy about what you saw in the mirror? Just you wait; Dick always seemed to have a heartfelt compliment ready for you. Lonely? Worry not; Dick already made plans to come over and glue himself to you for several hours.

This time was no different. Just twenty minutes after you saw something hurtful on social media, Dick plopped down next to you on the couch and wrapped a casual arm around your shoulders. 

“Hey, wanna watch a dumb movie together and cuddle?”

Hell yeah.

-

The movie did turn out to be super dumb—a crazy woman summoning the spirit of her dead killer husband into a fake christmas tree, who then goes on a murderous rampage as a christmas tree? Really? But it was exactly what you needed at that moment. 

You were crying and laughing through the stupidity of it all, switching between actually paying attention because of what was happening or because Dick was actively commenting on it, and thinking back to the post you saw that upset you in the first place. Dick didn’t ask, but he kept giving you comforting squeezes and rubbed slow circles over your back the whole time. 

As the credits started rolling and you finally got over how weird the movie was, Dick stroked a careful thumb over the tear-trails on your cheek. “Alright, well, now that we’ve gone through all five stages of grief together… You wanna tell me about it?” 

You leaned back with a shaky exhale. “Well, you know how I like to read and write fanfiction?” At his nod, you continued, “Well, there’s a subgenre called ‘reader inserts.’ They’re… basically exactly what the title implies. They’re written with you as the main character, and most of the time it’s with a romantic plot point at the focus. It’s something I like to consume for comfort, because it feels nice to read about yourself meeting your favorite characters and interacting with them, doing things together that you’ll never be able to in real life, right? And there’s a lot of well written fics out there that I enjoy a lot, but of course, as with everything, there’s also not so good ones. And the tragic part is, the not so good ones are the only thing that other people who aren’t interested in this subgenre see and know about, so reader inserts get a pretty bad rep. And I get it, I’ve also seen the bad ones, and there’s… a lot of porn, too. I understand it can be frustrating to see when you really don’t want to, but shaming people for writing and reading it just… hurts, you know? It really hurts.”

Dick was silent for a while, frowning. “Sadly, there’ll always be people who get upset about things they don’t like or don’t understand. Some are mature about it, and some aren’t. I’m guessing you saw someone complaining?”

You sighed and nodded, tiredly rubbing a hand over your forehead. “Yeah.” You didn’t feel like elaborating on what the person said specifically, it would only upset you more. Maybe you’d sent a screenshot to Dick later, but right now you just wanted to forget about it.

Dick hummed. “I’m sorry you had to see that. It really sucks when you’ve gotta deal with people hating something you love and care about. And I know it’s easier said than done, but… don’t focus on that negativity. Focus on the good stuff. You’ve talked about getting a lot of positive feedback on your own writing before, yeah? Focus on that. People love what you write, and you love other people’s writing, that means there’s a community where you can all share what you love with each other, and that’s a beautiful thing. Some people just aren’t into the same stuff, they don’t get it, so sometimes they’ll complain about it to feel better. It’s hurtful, yeah, but remember that they’re not targeting you specifically. It’s their problem, the issues often lie within themselves. From what you said, it sounds like they’re just shitting on something they don’t wanna see because they don’t like or care about it. They’re not offering constructive criticism, so really, you don’t have to concern yourself with them. Try to distance yourself from their words, be proud of what you do and who you are. Okay?”

You mulled over his words for a moment, digesting them bit by bit, and eventually, you managed a smile. “Yeah, okay.” You turned your head and leaned closer to him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thanks.”

When you looked at him, the expression on his face was almost shy. “You’re always welcome. I’m just glad I could help somehow.”

-

Days later, Dick came to you with an excited smile on his face, and you watched as he sat down and pulled out his phone. “So, since you told me about reader inserts, I’ve done some research to better understand what you meant. I wanted to know more about what you enjoy.”

Oh no. “Oh. Really?” you said, a lot calmer than you actually felt.

He grinned, unaware of your growing horror. “Yep! So, I wasn’t sure what to look for at first, but eventually I searched for reader inserts that included some of the media I personally enjoy. I found a few I actually liked a lot! But, uh, I get what you meant with there being a lot of porn.”

You hid your face in your hands with a chortle, feeling heat quickly traveling to your cheeks at the mental image of Dick reading smut fics out of pure curiosity to learn more about what you were passionate about. “Yeah…”

Suddenly, Dick brightened. “Also! You won’t believe it, but I found a lot of Nightwing reader inserts! Some got recommended to me because of my search history, and I got really curious, so—”

OH NO.

“I was so amazed at how many there are! Ah, of course, lots of porn too. Can’t really fault anyone for that, I mean, I know people love my butt, so it only makes sense. Still, feels kinda weird. I started reading a few because I just couldn’t help it, and isn’t it kind of funny? It’s like a story about me making out with myself! Anyway, I found a few really good ones, a lot of them were from the same author—”

Oh God, please, anything but this—

Dick scrolled through his phone for a moment, then turned it around to show you what he found. You felt your soul leave your body.

It was your very own profile picture that stared back at you. 

It was your blog. 

It was your writing. 

Your Nightwing fanfics. 

He went on, completely undeterred by your stunned silence. “I know it sounds kind of narcissistic of me to say, but you should totally give this person’s stuff a read! They’re really good! I felt weirdly immersed, reading about being in love with, well, myself. Pining after… myself. Never thought I’d feel so strongly about that, but here I am. There’s one story that I’m hoping will get a second part some day, actually. I’m thinking I should maybe leave a comment. You think it’d be too much to do that with my Nightwing account?” 

Oh. Oh, thank God. Dick didn’t know it was you.

You subtly cleared your throat. “Uhm. Yeah, I think commenting as Nightwing would be a bit much.”

It was an older account—you actually hadn’t uploaded anything for a while now, but most of them were about Nightwing.

It had started off with the usual go-to scenarios of Nightwing saving reader while on patrol, something he’d actually done for you a few times now, which was what inspired you to scroll through the Nightwing x Reader tag in the first place. Then you decided you would give in and post some of your own for the public to see as well. Anonymously, of course. You’d never pin your actual name to that particular guilty pleasure of yours. 

The more you wrote, the more you started to wonder about what if scenarios. 

What if Dick Grayson was Nightwing? You’d noticed that they shared a lot of similarities; a love for puns, a charming smile, a kind heart, perfect hair, and, uhm… A nice body, too. You’d never written out this theory for the public eye, but in your head, you’d started imagining Dick being the one behind the mask, which fuelled your writing even more as you poured your feelings into them. 

You knew it was kind of a No-No to write about actual, existing people. It wasn’t something you usually did, either, nor were you very proud of it. But you just couldn’t help it—you’d been pining after Dick and Nightwing separately for years now, venting about it in the form of self-indulgent writing, until you eventually figured out they were both one and the same person. 

Of course you’d fallen head over heels in love with Dick, it was practically impossible not to; He had a stupidly big heart and a stupidly big butt. Finding out these two ridiculously attractive and caring people were actually one guy? That only served to intensify your feelings by, like, a hundred.

You hadn’t mentioned this realization to Dick, but it got more and more difficult not to as time went on. Until finally, one day, Dick confessed his vigilante identity to you, stating he trusted you and felt it was only fair if you knew. He felt bad about having to lie to you and keep making up excuses about his bruises and why he had to cancel plans every time something big happened that Nightwing had to take care of.

You were too scared to tell him about your feelings, especially after realizing you’d been writing reader insert fanfics about him all this time. It was one thing to just imagine Dick being Nightwing, but it was another to actually know it was him. You were lucky and very happy to even be friends with this amazing guy, and you weren’t about to ruin that by confessing your shameful sins to him.

You knew it was extra weird to write not only about an actual person, but about your friend. You’d never written any smut—that was something you just couldn’t let yourself do, it felt too wrong, even before you found out about Dick’s secret. 

You knew he took all the sexually charged comments on his Nightwing persona in good stride. He actually seemed to glow from all the praise, even feeding into it by laying on the charm extra thick sometimes when on patrol, always insisting Nightwing should never wear a cape so his precious butt wouldn’t be covered up. You also knew that he himself as Richard Grayson was a very popular guy, handsome and charming, a “well dressed golden retriever,” as some people liked to describe him. 

But you also knew that there was a line, and you felt like you were definitely crossing it by writing reader inserts about your best friend and crush. Though you did stop writing them after finding out about who Nightwing really was—it just felt too weird to keep posting more at that point.

Argh, who were you kidding? Either way, it was definitely still weird that you hadn’t immediately deleted your whole blog afterwards. It didn’t matter that Dick was currently unknowingly blowing up your phone with excited comments and likes on several of your Nightwing x Reader fics. You pulled it out and glanced at your screen as it lit up. Ah, he was also sending you all the links so you could read them for yourself. 

Is this how Dick felt when people talked about Nightwing in front of him, not knowing it was him they were talking about? You certainly felt like you had a top secret persona now. 

Despite your conflicted feelings on the matter and the rising shame in your chest, you couldn’t help but smile at Dick’s genuine enthusiasm. And his comments were all very nice, too. 

Maybe… Maybe he would be okay with it, knowing it was you. Maybe he’d laugh about it. Maybe he’d even be flattered. You knew it would be impossible to keep this to yourself forever, especially since Dick was so easy to open up to. But not now. Definitely not now.

-

A few months later, Tim mentioned your username during a group conversation. In his defense, he probably thought it was common knowledge—you knew he wouldn’t reveal something as big as this on purpose if he thought it wasn’t a big deal. You were using the same username for several other accounts on other websites as well, all connected to your second email address, the one you hadn’t shared with Dick or the others, so you hadn’t actually expected them to ever look into it and find out.

How very foolish of you. You just hoped Tim hadn’t read any of your fanfics as well.

While you’d tried to appear calm and unaffected on the outside, you could feel yourself slowly dying on the inside, melting from the sheer amount of mortification you were experiencing.

You couldn’t look Dick in the eyes ever since. 

While he hadn’t mentioned anything directly, you could tell the clogs inside his head had already turned enough for him to connect the dots. He knew. Fucking shit, he knew. 

Several days went by. You kept casually sending messages to him, sharing memes and other every-day things like always, and he did the same. But you could tell he knew and wanted to say something, but didn’t because he could tell you were highly uncomfortable with him knowing. 

He was nice like that. Goddammit. 

And then, one evening, as you contemplated finally deleting your whole account and sending an official apology to Dick (you would definitely have to do that, you just didn’t know what to say and where to start), your phone lit up with a new message. 

From Dick. 

You stared at the notification for a long moment, dreading what you’d find once you opened it, until your eyes started to burn and you had to force yourself to take a few deep breaths and calm down.

Don’t jump to any conclusions now, you told yourself. Just open the damn message and see for yourself.

You procrastinated by going to the bathroom first. Then walked around the kitchen in search of something to eat, only to realize you were too anxious to actually eat anything. 

So you took your damn phone and clicked on the damn notification, holding your damn breath as you read Dick’s messages. 

(Dick) 21:32 : Hey, so, I had some ideas for a sequel regarding your last Nightwing story

(Dick) 21:33 : Hear me out

(Dick) 21:35 : What if Nightwing went over to reader’s place

(Dick) 21:35 : and then…

You waited for him to elaborate, maybe send a GIF or something else, but he wasn’t even online anymore. You frowned and started to type a hesitant, confused response, when there was a sudden knock on your living room window, making you flinch and shriek, almost dropping your phone in the process.

Looking up, you saw Dick in his Nightwing suit outside your window, grinning and waving at you. 

You blinked at him for a moment, then quickly walked over to open the window. “Wha—”

“You haven’t posted in a long time,” Dick interrupted you with a smile. “I thought maybe I could help inspire you.” 

“Ins— Inspire?” you repeated, stunned.

You stepped back a little when he started climbing through the window, taking in his appearance with a sense of awe. You’d seen him as Nightwing a few times now, but you never quite got used to it. He was a sight to behold—he always was, whether he was wearing the suit or just his regular clothes, but having Nightwing standing in front of you in your own home always felt a little unreal. It was so form fitting, showing off his muscles and curves, and the mask hiding parts of his face had its very own appeal that you could hardly put into words. 

“I noticed a theme while going through your stories.” Dick’s voice pulled you out of your stupor, and you quickly shut your mouth, only now realizing you’d been gaping at him the whole time. 

You cleared your throat. “A theme?”

“Yeah.” He stepped closer to you, slowly, as if he wanted to check whether you would move away or not. “Nightwing and reader never actually kiss in any of them.”

You thought your heart was going to burst out of your chest. Then you realized he was waiting for you to say something.

“Oh, uhm. Yeah. I, uh. I just felt kind of weird about that. At first I was just scared you’d maybe find out about my stories some day and be weirded out by them, but later on after you told me about being Nightwing, I also just— It felt wrong to write about kissing you because it felt… too personal? And then I just kinda stopped writing them entirely.”

“Mh-hmm,” he hummed understandingly, stepping even closer, close enough for you to smell his cologne and minty breath. “Not to force my own interpretations onto your writing or anything, but I think Nightwing would definitely be very much into kissing the reader. And seeing how strongly the reader feels about him, I’m guessing it’s something they would want, too?”

You gulped, then managed to croak out a weak, “Yeah.”

He smiled and leaned closer until the tip of his nose shortly brushed yours, pausing for a moment to give you the chance to pull away, then gently pressed his lips to yours. Your breathing hitched, an electrifying sensation running through your whole body, starting from the points where he was touching you. His hands were on your arms, slowly rubbing up and down while he moved his lips against yours just as slowly. Your muscles couldn’t decide whether to stay tense or relax and melt against him, so you did a weird combination of both. 

Unsurprisingly, Dick was a very good kisser. 

After a long moment, he eventually parted from you, leaning back a little to take in your reaction. You couldn’t help but let out a breathless little laugh, stunned by what just happened, and so very fucking happy.

Dick chuckled too, hands gently squeezing your upper arms as if he wanted to hug you. “Was that okay?”

“Absolutely,” you said, without hesitation. “I’m sure all the fics probably gave it away, but I have feelings for you. Strong ones.”

“Well, I didn’t want to make assumptions based on fiction alone,” Dick smiled. “But I’m glad, because I feel the same way. About you, I mean.”

Your chest warmed at that. Then you chuckled, an idea hitting you. “What, you don’t want me to write Dick Grayson x Nightwing fanfics next?”

He opened his mouth to retort with something sarcastic, but then his eyes widened. “Oh my God, that’s actually a really genius idea—”

You chortled and knocked your hand against his strong chest. “No, it really wouldn’t be. What if people connected the dots and found out because of it?”

He pouted. “Alright, fair point. But maybe you could write them just for me?” Aaand he was using his puppy eyes on you. Go figure. 

“I’ll think about it,” you gave in. Only a few people were strong enough to withstand Dick Grayson’s charm, and you certainly weren’t one of them. “But, I gotta ask… Weren’t you super weirded out when you found out that I wrote all these stories? Didn’t it make you uncomfortable?” 

If you ever found out that a friend of yours was writing romantic reader insert fanfics about you and publishing them… Well, you didn’t know what it would feel like, but it was definitely weird.

Dick chuckled and shook his head. “If it were someone else I knew, then maybe. But I know you—you’re one of my best friends. Knowing you wrote them, it just… doesn’t bother me at all, no. I understand why you wrote them, I understand why you published them, too. And why you stopped.” He shrugged. You felt a weight fall from your shoulders at his words, finally feeling yourself relax against him. “Anyway, did I manage to inspire you? You gonna write a kiss for part two?”

You snorted, then hummed, pretending to think for a moment. “I don’t know, I think I’ll need a bit more to really get the creativity flowing.”

Dick’s smile turned knowing. “I’d be more than happy to help.” And then he kissed you again, and it was even better than the first time.

[spookyspecterino]

New You

Sam Coe x GN! Reader x Delgado

GN! Reader. No pronouns, no use of Y/N, or reader descriptions used. Reader is called Rook a few times, like in some Crimson Fleet quests.

Some angst. A lot of explicit language. Implied sexual relationships. Pining for a criminal. Poor Sam. Sam is supportive but worried. Delgado is a warning all by himself.

You're there to watch as the pirates you've worked beside for months are taken to prison. They have a few things they'd like to say.

This is about the Crimson Fleet Undercover plot.

I just started the questline. I have no idea how it ends of if anything along these lines even happens. My brain literally bullied me into writing it 😭 I stopped everything to write this lmao.

I really love the theme of going undercover, assimilating, and then having to deal with who you've become and how you've changed after everything. So there's some of that in here.

“You sure you wanna be here for this?”

“I have to see it through, Sam. After months of being undercover, it wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t.”

He grunts softly. “Alright. Just prepare yourself for pirates to be, well, pirates.”

Doors open on the other side of the transport deck. A squad of UC security and Naval troops, all decked out to the nines, file in, holding mean looking rifles.

The sounds of trouble already echo through the open door.

“Ya fuckin’ bastards! Let me go, I didn’t do jack shit!” A mane of red-brown hair comes in the doorway first as Mathis is quite literally shoved through. It was no surprise that he’s giving everyone trouble.

It doesn’t take much time for him to notice you standing to the side. “You!” He snarls. “I’m gonna put a bullet through your head if it’s the last thing I ever do!”

The laugh that comes out of you is rough, full of vile, and cruel delight. “Shut the hell up, Mathis. The last thing you’ll ever do is rot in a two-by-four cell. I hope they make it cold just for you!”

Mathis screams more explicit insults, most geared toward your mother. The guards fight and yank at the man, rifles raised. Still, they manage to subdue him, robbing you of a chance to put Mathis down yourself. You’re laughing until he’s well past the other doorway and out of sight, you hoped he could hear it from down the hall.

“Seems like a real winner. Good friend of yours?” Sam asks, studying you.

“Fuck no. Hated that asshole from the moment he opened his mouth, to be perfectly honest. I’m going to sleep well knowing he’s going through his worst nightmare.”

Sam’s face pinches together, you only catch a glimpse of it from the corner of your eye. His mouth twists, as if he has more than just, “Ah, I see.”

“Have something you wanna say?” The response is snappy, challenging, automatic—something you had to adopt in the midst of pirates, and you regret it immediately. “I…I didn’t mean that…” You sigh, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose.

“It’s alright. I get it. Just try to remember you’re not a pirate anymore.”

“Yeah...I’m working on it.”

His eyes linger. You can feel his thoughtful gaze. It makes you itch.

Pirate life was at least simplistic. Somebody had a problem? You’d know about it immediately. A short knife fight or a brawl and it’d be over. Done.

Being around Sam again was…well it would take an adjustment period.

Months of pirate life, a life you’d adapted to very quickly, and you’re spit back out into civilization on the other side. There was no guidance on how to go back to “everyday life”—on how to shed this new person you’d become.

It’s infuriating. Everyone expects you to pick back up from where you left off…but you can’t. You’re not the same person anymore. Sometimes you wake up and think you’re still on the Key.

Sometimes you wish you were still on the Key.

“I can see you thinking behind that wall of silence.” Sam gently says. His voice sounds so loud on the empty transport deck. “Just know that I’m here for you—always will be. You wanna talk about what happened during those months, you can come to me, judgement free. Promise.”

When you don’t respond, Sam chuckles. “You’re always so quiet now—which is fine,” he’s quick to add, “I just want to help.”

“Yeah…thanks.” Is all you can manage as the transport deck’s doors open again and more armed personnel file through.

Naeva is silent, head held high…until she catches sight of you.

“Oh, it’s on when I get out of here, Rook!” She spits through her teeth, trying to lunge for you. The guards stop her, pull her back into line, but her body remains tense.

“Looking forward to it, Naeva.” A cruel grin breaks free. “You know, I never killed that other Rook you sent me after. Austin Rake. He’s at some Starport, drinking for free right now.”

“You fucking traitor! You’d better be looking over your shoulder for the rest of your damn life! ‘Cause when you don’t, I’ll be there to put a knife through your back!”

“We’ll see about that. I’m sure you’ll get a knife through yours first. Delgado probably isn’t happy that it was your recruit who brought his empire down around him.”

She grins, something dangerous lurks in her expression. “Oh, I’m sure Delgado has some plans for you, Rook. After everything, I can’t imagine how you’re gonna look him in the eyes.” They’re nearing the other doors, Naeva’s trying to twist back to face you, fighting the pushing and pulling of her security escort. “You know he trusted you. Honest to God. Have fun living with that for the rest of your life, traitor!”

Her words hit a nerve. You were very careful not to let it show. Still…it hurt.

As the doors close, Sam turns to face you. “Listen, why don’t we just go? This isn’t healthy.”

“Not really focused on whether it’s healthy or not.”

“That’s part of my point. You have to get away from this stuff, away from the Fleet. This whole thing is just going to give you more to think about and keep you awake at night.”

Lashing out and snapping back a retort is what you want to do. But instead, you take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

His voice turns soft, pleading. “Don’t go silent again. Please, talk to me.”

“Sam,” you start, very carefully, “I need this. This is my closure.”

“Are you sure?” His blue eyes were soft, full of worry.

More questions—and feelings. It agitated you. Made you grind your teeth together. “I’m sure.”

He looks away, frowning. He’d probably bring it up again, but future you would have to deal with that. Right now, you were more focused on—

Doors slid open. Your heart skips with that familiar flutter while a hard knot forms in your stomach.

Delgado walks, freely, without any guards touching him, through the doorway. He’s given space and walks leisurely as if he owns the Vanguard. There’s no hassling, there’s no pushing.

You’re expecting the worst—or for him not even to look at you. Instead, he holds your stare with a faint smile. “Hold up.” And the guards around him actually stop.

You know that look in his eyes, you’ve seen it a hundred times, your feet move without any command or thought.

Delgado. Leader of the Crimson Fleet. Even if you tried, you couldn’t spare him.

He steps away from the security unit. One last private meeting with the man who owned you, heart and soul, for the last few months.

“I was wondering whether I’d see you here.”

Why are you smiling? “Couldn’t resist the urge to tell Mathis one last time to go fuck himself.”

He chuckles. It sends your nerves out of whack. “I’m very impressed by you. Playing the part that well…” he tilts his head, a secretive smile just for the two of you catches at his lips. “…certainly had me fooled.”

Late nights in dim lighting. Cigarette smoke. Legs tangled up in sheets. Whispers. Rare laughter. It floods back, threatening to break your tough façade.

“Tell me, mi tesoro, are you prepared to go back to the life of normalcy? With your,” He leans over, looking Sam up and down with open distaste, who stands further back—arms crossed and glaring, “little Vaquero?”

“I’m working on it.”

Delgado barks out a laugh. “I know this person you are now. You’ll never be satisfied again.” There’s a teasing glint in his eye that you’re stubbornly avoiding.

“My life before the Fleet was just as exciting and satisfying.”

He hums, his smile turning darker. “I doubt that very much. There isn’t anything so thrilling as robbing a GalBank transport and returning home to celebrate with drinks and…” He pauses, eyes scanning you. “Well, that last part is just between you and me, eh?” His eyes flickered to Sam, then back. “Can he give you that?”

You chuckle, it’s forced. “Delgado. Jealous to a fault. Some things never change.”

“You know he can’t.”

“He can give me something else. Happiness. Security. Maybe even be a life-long partner.”

“And I couldn’t? You insult me, my dear. I would have given you everything.”

“Just as long as you had what you wanted first.”

He holds up a finger. “We obviously know one another very well. So, I offer you this. If you ever get tired of playing nice in a universe that is anything but, you know where to find me.”

“You’re serious?” Your voice lowers to a hiss. “And what, break you out of high security prison just for you to kill me? No thanks.”

“On my word, all debts and grievances would be squared. Think of it. I’d have you by my side—we could build something better than the Fleet ever was. Be free of the UC, the Rangers, everything. Like we always talked about.”

A guard behind him starts walking over. “Alright, time’s up. Let’s go.”

You’re frowning, eyes flickering anywhere but his. “You’re insane.”

Delgado’s expression turns. The light fading from his eyes. “You’ve never been satisfied. It’s something I really like about you.”

He lets the guard corral him back to the others. Your fists are tightly gripped. “The person you knew was undercover.”

“Tell yourself whatever makes you feel better.”

As he’s escorted away, you want to follow. Your legs tense, trying to keep still. His parting words before he passes through the door are, “I’ll be seeing you.”

Then he’s gone. The transport deck feels emptier than it ever has been.

Never satisfied. A life of normalcy. Going back to surveying planets and doing odd jobs for the Rangers. The idea claws at you. Your mind battles with the concept, with the unspoken feelings. Remnants of your past self against whoever you are now.

We could build something better than the Fleet ever was.

You know where to find me.

Sam walks up, standing by your side. Watching. You hadn’t moved. Still staring at the closed doors.

“What did he mean, ‘I’ll be seeing you’?”

The lie is easy. “No idea.”

[atopvisenyashill]

No okay bc i was thinking about Rhea Royce and Daemon too, right, bc she’s an heiress so like-

I’ve mentioned this before but Lady Waynwood rules in her own right and all of her sons have her name. We know nothing about her husband, perhaps he was some wealthy Essosi noble and thus there was no family on the continent to be affronted at his children not having his name, maybe he was like second born and no one gave a shit, but regardless, she and Jacaerys (who was meant to take the name Targaryen once he was prince of dragonstone) are our only real examples here for ruling women who actually have children outside of dorne - because jeyne arryn never has children of her own so she never deals with the problem of “how do i navigate naming my kids as an heiress?”

DOES THIS MEAN DAEMON’S KIDS WOULDNT EVEN BE CALLED TARGARYENS❓

or does this mean Rhea is supposed to just be okay with the name Royce disappearing??? I do not fucking think so, so they’d likely do the split name thing like with Rhaenyra’s kids, although (and this is assuming Daemon manages to have even one let one two kids with her lmao) I do imagine Daemon having a single child out there that doesn’t have the name Targaryen really pisses him off.

The first names in this situation intrigue me. When Valyrians marry outside the family, their children tend to get at least some Valyrian names - Laena Penrose, Aemma Arryn, Viserys Plumm tho u could argue that was a purposeful insult too, Rhaego to some extent - and they usually marry back into the main branch - Jocelyn Baratheon, Laena & Laenor Velaryon, all the cousin swapping going on with Daeron’s grandkids, Elia Nymeros Martell (ish), potentially Aelinor Penrose as well - but at the same time, this house will descend from RHEA not Daemon, so the Valyrian name is likely to kinda die out after a generation or two for the main line, while the second born probably marries back into the main line. Like, the Penroses are named Phillip now, not Baelor or Laena, bc they don’t descend from Elaena on paper, they descend from her HUSBAND, from Ronnel. And while it’s likely Rhaenyra’s grandkids by Jacaerys would have Targaryen names, her grandkids by Lucerys would have Velaryon names, and crucially, all of Rhaenyra’s kids by Laenor have names Laenor picks because the husband picks. So Rhea’s son? gonna have a whack ass name like Baelon Royce. But Baelon Royce may want to pick a more Royce-ish name for his own heir, instead of a Targaryen one, and that’s gonna be. a conversation.

i think daemon is going to insist on his royce child marrying another valyrian and choosing another targaryen first name (even if they still keep the name royce). like, he is going to be the bitchiest sort of grandparent who just straight up won’t acknowledge the child’s real name if he doesn’t get his way here, at least while he’s alive.

IN THAT SAME VEIN, daemon is super valyria brained. if he has two girls or two boys with rhea it’s whatever but if he has a boy and a girl. i think this man is going to want his kids to marry. we are just going to have random royces fucking in the vale.

(i think he can be talked out of it easily enough if viserys just like, idk, promises the daughter to his eventual son or promises daemon’s son to rhaenyra AND LETS TALK ABOUT THAT SITUATION PLEASE).

and rhea in all this is like. fine you can name our kid baelon royce. fine our daughter can be named baela targaryen too. fine baelon can have personal arms that have a dragon on them. fine they can-no fuck you baelon and baela are not getting married i’m sending a raven to the king as we speak you fucking freak. what do you mean you’re sending rhaenyra to runestone viserys??

this woman’s life is a nightmare omg

but also THIS COULD HAVE HELPED SO MUCH AFTER SUMMERHALL. this is what these bitches get for incest marrying so much, no cousins to turn to when your main house dies. that’s called bad dynastic planning, read a history book daemon!!!!!

[perdidosbucky-yyo]

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Pairing: DBF!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader(no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: You thought you were happy, you thought you’d never see him again… you were wrong.

w/c: 4.8k

Warnings: smut (needy/semi-rough sex), Possessive behaviour, lil bit toxic relationship, mention of a blowjob,  degradation kink, barely noticeable dumbification, cheating(not on reader) , big age difference, Reader is in mid 20s and Lloyd is in late 40s(in flashbacks reader is 19-21), please let me know if I missed anything <3

a/n: a few days ago I dreamed that Chris Evans fucked me real good right after my wedding(don't even remember who I married lmao), that’s the first dream I’ve remembered in YEARS so I had to turn it into a fic, plus @camilledove @forever-aria @buckys-bitchhh practically BEGGED(literally just asked once) me to write this, this is for them <3

this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own, I'm sorry if this fic gets confusing.

likes, comments and reblogs are deeply encouraged <3

No one loves you more than I do

Not your dipshit boyfriend,

Not your dad,

Me

It’s always going to be me Sunshine.

It felt like you’d been staring at the laptop screen for hours, -was this a dream?-

Ripping your eyes away from the computer you counted your fingers, no extra limbs and you just read an email so it definitely wasn’t a dream, you’d give anything for this to be a dream. Your whole body felt numb, breathing became harder and you were sweating from places you didn’t even know existed… somehow you knew this is exactly what he wanted.

You hadn’t wished for the death of your parents since middle school, but right now you wanted the earth to swallow them whole, you prayed for an alien ship to abduct them, you wished you were adopted, pissed wouldn’t cover half of what you felt.

They invited Lloyd fucking Hansen to your wedding without even telling you, the urge to scream was so strong when you got his RSVP this morning, Simon almost took you to the hospital because of how pale you got.

It took 2 aspirin, one cold shower, and a nap to even get you to talk to Simon, you hated this, you were finally in a good place, you felt safe, your life made sense and now you were trapped in your mind, figuring out ways to escape this reality and avoid dealing with this problem.

“I don’t understand what’s the issue here, didn’t you say he’s a friend of the family?”, Simon asked as he rubbed your back for comfort, “we have space for one more person, and he clearly wants to be part of our happy day”, Gods… if only he knew Lloyd was so much more. Lifting your forehead from the table you feign a small smile “He’s my dad’s best friend, and a douche” you scoff, avoiding your fiancé’s eyes. Simon smiled at the red mark on your forehead but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something you weren’t telling him.

For the last few years Simon could read you like a book, he always knew if you needed anything and with one look he knew how you felt. You let him see you, you knew you could be vulnerable with him, but it wasn’t always like that, you’d been together since high school on and off, and for years he knew you were holding back, he understood it was hard for you to open up, but he tried too hard, pushed too hard, that almost broke the two of you, especially in college, but your relationship survived it; This moment felt like a step back… Maybe it was wedding jitters or something else, but in his gut, Simon knew your relationship was in danger.

You knew Simon could see you were troubled, and right now you didn’t have the mind or patience to reassure him so you got up and wrapped your arms around his middle, head resting on his chest, taking a deep breath you tried to put Lloyd in a box and put him away but he refused to go, you couldn’t get him out of your head, the things he once upon a time whispered in your ear while your parents slept in the next room rang in your ears.

“Love comes with hunger”

“And I’m insatiable baby”

Two years ago you cut him out of your life and didn’t look back, now… somehow the bastard managed to sneak back in, but you’d fight like hell to keep him out of your heart.

Leaning back on the leather chair Lloyd sat still, one hand holding his neat scotch, and with the other he admired a polaroid. He always wore this cocky grin that made you wanna punch his mustache right off his face, surprisingly, this time he had a serious look on his face but if you looked close enough you could see the hint of a genuine smile.

Wrapped in a pink robe, fresh out of the shower you silently walked up to him and placed yourself in his lap, he put down his drink and his hand went under your robe, resting on your hip, caressing your warm skin.

“What’s got you smilin’ like that handsome?”, once you get a look at the polaroid you shoot him a deadpan look, “what’s the matter cupcake?” he teased as he smacked your thigh, “You fucking pervert” you whispered, trying to hide the amusement in your voice, “I thought you were looking at a nice picture”, his face remained the same as he kept staring at it, “It is nice” he smirked, “You look beautiful… taking me so well, taking what’s yours”. His words and the way he kept staring at the picture made your skin heat up and your stomach full of butterflies.

Hand smoothing out his chest, you kissed his cheek “you better not keep that in your wallet”, once it reached his neck you gripped just hard enough to get his attention, “why not? I need to have my girl with me at all times” he feigned a pout, not even sparing a glance at your hand wrapped around his neck, “my dad could see it” you retorted as you gently nibbed his ear.

Reveling in your touch, Lloyd just laughed “what if I want him to see it?”, frozen for a moment,  before you could finish rolling your eyes, he picked you up and straddled you in his lap, hardened bulge poking your ass while his rough hands roamed your frame, punchable smirk making a comeback right on time, “show him just how easily I can turn his little girl into a desperate cock-drunk mess”.

Pulling a hiss out of him as you gripped his hair, you grinned, “you’re lucky I like you”, lazy smile on display he gets a painful hold of your chin and pulls you to him, faces only inches apart “Nah cupcake, you love me”.

“isn’t that nice sweetie?”

“Sweetie?”

“Y/N!”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you turned to your mother, who was clearly annoyed, the scary vein on her forehead looked like it was about to pop, and like muscle memory, your back immediately straightened. “I’m so sorry, you know brides… they’re always a mess right before the wedding” she conveyed with an exaggerated smile to the photographer. Swallowing down a snarky remark, you offered the photographer an apologetic smile and handed her back the sample polaroids.

Before you could reach the exit door, your mother claws your forearm as she pulls you into a corner of the shop “what is going on with you? You’ve been so distracted these last few weeks, is it… that time of the month?” she whispered, rolling your eyes, you’re about to leave but she pulls you right back, “are you having second thoughts Honey?” she whispered-screamed, which immediately made you choke on your own saliva.

After coughing like a mad woman and awkwardly letting know the people around that you were ok, you cleared your throat, “Jesus fucking christ mom I- I’m- I’m not having second thoughts, what’s wrong with you? fucking hell… I want to marry Simon ok? w-why would you even ask that?” you scoffed, examining you for any doubt or hesitation, after what felt like an eternity of silence, your mom lets your arm go, “I miss those days where you at least pretended to feel bad when you cursed in front of me” she huffed as she walked away, making you chuckle.

Something in the air felt different, as soon as you woke up you felt like your body wasn’t your own, like a bystander in your own life… but as soon as your mother and bridesmaids rushed into your room screaming and giggling the feelings slowly faded. -Today is the day, you’re fine, everything is going to be fine and you’re going to be happy- you repeated to yourself like a prayer. To be honest, you weren’t a fan of big weddings, hated to pretend you liked relatives you hadn’t talked to in years, the pressure of planning an event to please hundreds of people except yourself, the pressure of always looking graceful and beautiful for everyone and the camera,  but Simon and your mother insisted on it, so you trained for this day, you wanted to do this for them… you were ready.

There were upsides to this event, for one, you had a whole team of professionals for hair and makeup and as you looked in the mirror, you couldn’t believe how beautiful you looked… -Lloyd will die when he sees me- you grinned, stopping mid-twirl as you realized what you just thought, “fuck”.

Pinky in pinky, you and Lloyd walked in broad daylight, a rare occurrence since your relationship was a secret, but you were on a ‘girls trip’ for the weekend and he had ‘business’ out of town.

Sharing a soft serve, while you took a lick, you wondered out loud “why doesn’t it bother you that I have a boyfriend?”. With a knowing smirk he takes the cone and in one bite finishes most of the treat, making you whine “Oh my sweet dumb baby” he coos as he throws away the rest of the soft serve, wiping his hands on his jeans he wraps his arm around your waist “Because I know who you’re really in love with”, frowning, you try to talk but he tuts “you know I hate it when you interrupt me”, “It’s sweet that you think you might end up with your high school sweetheart” he chuckled “but no matter what happens, you’re mine… mine to kiss, mine to take, mine to marry”.

Swallowing down your unshed tears, you smooth out your dress and set out to look for your maid of honor Maria.

The wedding went on without a hitch, everyone remembered their roles, no drunken relatives were in sight, and before you even knew Lloyd was coming to the wedding you asked the priest to skip the part where he asked if anyone objected, you were more than happy with that decision now. What troubled you was that you didn’t see Lloyd, you couldn’t spot him on the benches… he was nowhere to be seen, so maybe he didn’t show up at all, the tiniest part of you was disappointed but you drowned that voice with champagne.

Now in the Museum where your wedding party was taking place, while everyone danced and sang, you looked for a quiet place for you to change into your party dress. After getting lost and almost giving up you noticed an office door slightly opened, shutting the door behind you, you embraced the complete silence, finally having a moment to yourself, a moment to breathe. Letting out a sigh of relief your whole body felt too heavy to carry, the urge to cry overtook you and the only thing you could do was cover your mouth to muffle your cries. Breaking your sobs, a familiar voice makes your blood run cold… “What’s got you down Pumpkin?”

Wiping your tears away you turn on the lights and find the person you least wanted and needed the most leaning against the wall with a lit cigar in his mouth, if you were feeling overwhelmed before you didn’t know what to call what you felt this moment “W-what are you doing here… y-you weren’t invited to the party” you sniffed, makeup completely ruined.

Holding his chest as if he was stabbed, he took one last drag and slowly walked up to you “now now Sunshine, is that any way to greet me?”. He carefully watched you, admired every inch that was you, and as if the past two years hadn’t happened, as if you hadn’t broken his heart… he cupped your face and wiped your tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs, there was no malice in his eyes, no hurt, no anger, just longing. Finally letting out the smoke from his lips, the smell lulled you, “I always thought you looked beautiful when you cried”.

Your lip quivered and for a single moment you let yourself give into him.

His scent brought you such a comfort, it almost made you forget everything…almost, but the muffled music snapped you out of it, you remembered where you were, why you were here, and most importantly, you remembered why he wasn’t in your life anymore. Pushing him away with all of your strength, anger took over, you were mad about a lot of things but mostly at yourself for admitting that you missed him and he was the perfect punching bag.

You struck before you could even think twice, right in the face, just like Lloyd himself taught you. “Ow! That fucking hurt!!” he roared while holding his face, he looked like he was about to strangle you but he visibly forced himself not to react, you’ve seen him truly angry, blood-thirsty even, this wasn’t it. Shaking off the pain in your hand you couldn’t help but smile, watching him wipe blood from his lip brought an unbelievable thrill… you did that and damn did it feel good.

Breaking the silence, “what kind of shitty ass wedding doesn’t have an open bar, huh?” he snickered as the room filled with tension, rolling your eyes you remained still, not letting him see the true conflict inside of you, “the kind where the groom’s family has a history of alcoholism asshole”, chuckling, Lloyd once again gets as close as he possibly could, “judging by your puckered asshole and that stare I’d say you aren’t happy to see me sunshine” he said with a pout.

“Punch if the face wasn’t clear enough?” you quipped, but before you could say anything else, all words were lost as you see his hand feel the fabric of your dress, “So beautiful for another man” he muttered, hand slowly moving to your wrist, gently up your arm until reaching your bare shoulder, not ever taking his eyes off of your wedding gown. “L-Lloyd I h-ave to go back” you said, barely being able to breathe, his fingers grazed your neck and you had to bite down a whimper, “Not even out of your dress, and look how desperate you are for me” he cooed.

Shame and lust swirled inside of you, you were slowly letting him win and you were finding little reasons to stop him from kissing your neck like he was right now, mustache scratching your skin and leaving a delicious burn behind. Like magnets, your hands were drawn to his body, starting with his ridiculously thick biceps gradually moving up to his neck, grasping his hair as you felt his harsh bite before soothing the pain with his tongue “so fucking soft” he groaned in your ear, earning him a soft moan, heat pooled in your legs, adding to your wetness.

Manhandling you against the door, Lloyd eagerly pulled up the skirt of your dress while peppering kisses all over, “What are you doing? You hiccuped as you let him pick you up, reflexively wrapping your legs around his waist, holding on to his biceps, “I’m going to fuck another man’s wife” he whispered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “take back what’s mine” he growled as he ripped your dripping undergarment, you wasted no time unbuckling him and getting your hands on his raging boner.

-This is wrong- you pleaded to yourself, but he silenced that voice when he grunted your name like a prayer, rubbing him in all the right places, precum and your spit mixing, making his head fall back “I’ve spent the last two years jerking myself off at the thought of being inside of you again, I’m not waiting another second” he panted.

His throbbing tip teased your entrance, making you whine, as desperate as he was, Lloyd always loved to tease, slick dripped down your thighs and you couldn’t take it anymore, taking hold of his ass, nails digging into his skin before you could pull him, his cock plunged in, both gasping at the feeling.

“What took you so long?” you moaned, desperately clinging to him, all logic and morality gone, you needed each other, you couldn’t breathe properly without the other, it was sick… but there was no point in denying it. Your neediness seemed to spur him on and before you could adjust to his size he pulled out just to sink back in balls deep, the intrusion made you wince but you felt so full you didn’t even care.

His cock hits you slow and hard, you feel him in your guts and all you can do is moan and cry, never had Simon made you feel this good, never like Lloyd, the way he fucked you, he could make you feel worshipped and useless in a span of seconds, breath on your face, he whispered filthy nothings that made your silky walls tighten around him.

“F-fucking hell Sunshine, you’re tight and drippin’ for me” he grunted, hands bruising your thighs as he drove into you with abandon “I'm not letting you out of my sight ever again” he growled while his fat cock split you in two, Lloyd’s touch was hungry and possessive, he wanted to mark you.

While his pace quickened his thrusts remained rough, he viciously took off your veil and ruined your hairdo, pulling your head back and opening your neck to him, the pain only added to your pleasure, “look at me” he huffed,  “Tell me you love me” he begged as his hand left your hair and now gripped your throat.

If you were honest with yourself, you loved it when he got like this, possessive, animalistic, hungry… bodies in sync, you tried to form words but the only thing that came out of your lips were whimpers and moans, your whole body was hot and sweaty but when he turned your gaze to his, your skin got lit on fire. At that moment you knew he would do anything to keep you, anything to be loved by you and Gods did you love him.

“Don’t make me repeat myself little girl, tell. Me. You. love. Me” he accentuated each word with a thrust, “I love you Lloyd, no one else” you cried “I love you I- don’t stop please don’t stop” you begged as your hands squeezed his arms, ”good girl” he grinned, the sound of wet slaps and your cries of pleasure filling the room. Your words almost made him lose control, so he gripped you harder and rocked into your heat like an animal in a rut.

Wet folds gripping him like a vice, you knew your release was near and so was his, “Fuck fuck fuck I’m close Lloyd, I need you”, laughing at your desperation, his hand travels down between your bodies and draws circles on your clit “If your husband could see you now cupcake” he hissed as your walls sucked him in “You know who you belong to, jus’ needed me to fuck you stupid to jog your memory didn’t you?” he moaned as he pinched your clit and with that, both of you came, soaked in each other’s juices.

Breathing heavily, covered in sweat and his now soft cock snug inside you, pure bliss was all you knew, all you breathed, all that mattered. Cupping your face he smiled “I knew you missed me just as much as I did” he murmured with that punchable smirk, “been dreamin’ about me haven’t you?”, completely flustered and vulnerable you felt the need to lie, “no I haven't”, shaking his head in amusement his eyes pierce your soul “baby… what do you think this is?”.

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The sound of your own cries woke you up, opening your eyes, darkness surrounded you, the sheets were drenched in sweat “holy shit” you whisper, gently touching every part his lips marked you now realized it was all a dream… taking a look at the clock you see that it’s 4am in the morning -4 hours ‘till wedding day- you thought, longing along with sadness were your companions for the night so you grabbed a pillow to snuggle with, ignored your shame and indulged yourself to fall asleep replaying memories of him.

Hair and makeup done, you wore a pink robe as you yelled at your maid of honor aka your best friend Maria to hurry the fuck up because you had to get married in an hour and she hadn’t arrived with the dress. As soon as you hung up the doors burst open, finally, Maria arrived with the dress intact, a horde of women (your bridesmaids) took the dress to help you put it on, but before they could catch you, you grabbed Maria, pulled her to the bathroom and locked the door.

“Maybe this is a sign” you whispered, on the verge of tears “It was just a dream” Maria tried to reason, nerves all over the place you shook your head, panic making your heart beat fast “How the fuck did I let this happen? I thought I was over him!! what the fuck do I do? huh?! It can’t be a good sign that I’m getting fuckin’ dicked down in dreamland by someone who isn’t my husband… on.my.wedding.day!” you screeched, which made your mom knock on the door “is everything alright? Sweetie, you need to put on the dress now, we’re late as it is”.

“I’ll be out in a sec” you whimpered, biting your lip you grabbed Maria’s hand “I’m still in love with him” your voice cracked, “and I don’t know if I’ll ever stop”… tears threatened to ruin your makeup, breathing was becoming difficult and you felt like your brain was surrounded by fog “fuckfuckfuckfuck”, but without hesitation, Maria cupped the sides of your face and gently blew air, completely surprising you but stopping you from crying and more importantly freaking out.

“Look, I won’t pretend to understand what you two have but… you’re still in time to back out, I can get my car and we can bail, whatever you decide, you know I got your back” she winked.

Interrupting the nice moment, knocking loudly your mother shouted “Y/N if you don’t open this door right now I swear I’m gonna break it”, taking deep breaths you finally got out and followed your mother -This is what’s best for you- told yourself, Simon loved you well, his love was kind and patient, he was a good man… you knew that if you married him, your heart would be safe and no matter what you felt for Lloyd, he would never be good for you.

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The whole ceremony you couldn’t shake this feeling of dread sitting heavy on your chest, like the world was about to end and yet nothing happened. It was nice and you did your part, you gracefully smiled and cried in the right moments (for the wrong reasons) and you said I do.

You kept waiting to have this sense of joy or at least some relief or inner peace… You looked for him, in every corner of that church you looked and he was nowhere to be seen, your heart didn’t know if it should be relieved or hurt, maybe all you wanted was some closure… or maybe you were so preoccupied with everyone’s feelings that you completely forsook your own, maybe… you needed to be selfish for yourself and you just made the biggest mistake of your life.

You and Lloyd once talked about going away together for longer than a weekend, and you both agreed that a getaway to the Alps would be romantic, cold weather isn’t your favorite, but the landscape, the slow snuggly mornings, warm baths together, and sitting by the fireplace with hot drinks would be worth it. You hadn’t remembered the conversation until now as you arrived bags in arms to the hotel in Courchevel France, cursing your subconscious as you dropped your stuff.

You got it late so you were more than ready to drop dead on that gorgeous king-size bed, but Simon wanted to get some dinner so he went by himself. Dropping on the bed you closed your eyes for a few minutes but the sound of the key card being used made you sit up “Did you forget somethi-“ And there he was… standing tall and serious, and a little intimidating, his eyes never leaving yours, like a lion stalking his prey; just as handsome as the last time you saw him, he hadn’t changed.

“Beautiful place to honeymoon isn’t it?” he said as he walked around the room, “snow landscapes are so romantic… very underrated”, he neared the edge of the bed where you sat still like a deer in headlights. Finally taking deep breaths you got the courage to talk “You need to go” you timidly stated, tutting with that knowing smirk Lloyd stood in front of you and tilt your chin up, “ok… can I at least get a kiss goodbye?” he teased, but you knew he wasn’t going to leave any time soon.

He bent over and his face hovered over yours, the smell of his cologne and cigars overwhelmed you, it was such a comforting smell, nostalgia kicked in and you wanted to cry, his nose grazed your cheek and slowly moved up to your hair, practically sniffing you. Backing away he offers his hand for you to take, and without question you do, his thumb rubbed your knuckles and the simple action had you melting.

It surprised you that he wasn’t wearing his confident asshole façade, Lloyd's line of work forced him to wear masks and pretend, he was good at his job, so much that he became the job sometimes, or maybe he could always do that and his job allowed him to embrace that part of him, but at this moment his guard was down, you just saw his vulnerability, his hurt, his desperation.

One hand on your waist and the other gripping your chin, he slowly leaned in to kiss you, your lips were grazing and for a second you thought you would let him kiss you, but you placed your hand on his chest and shook your head “I’m married now” you murmured, voice barely heard.

You whimpered in pain as you felt his grip tighten, “to a moron you cheated on for years with me” he seethed but visibly took a deep breath to calm himself “You being married to another man means dick to me” he chuckled as he brushed hair away from your face, “you’re still mine, you can play dumb all you want Sunshine, but you know who you belong to” he smiled, leaving a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“You actually were stupid enough to think that you could just leave me?... I let you have your fun but you and I know that you don’t love him, not like me you don’t, maybe he is the safer bet, but does he make you feel good like I do? Would he kill or die for you like I would? I know every single twisted little detail about you and I love you even more… does he?

Entranced by his words all you can do is nod, you were done denying your feelings, to hell with good and wrong, desperately needing his affection you clawed his body “I’m so sorry Lloyd, I don’t ever want to leave you again” you almost cried, finally letting your true emotions run wild was cathartic and he noticed, wrapping his thick arms around you, he rested his chin on your head, tears soaking his polo shirt as you clung to him “I love you Lloyd, I’m always going to be yours”.

You both stayed like that for minutes or hours, neither of you knew, but now that he had you close to him, he had to kiss you, fingers threadding your hair, he tilted your head back and crashed his lips with yours, hands drawn to his chest and slowly moving behind his neck. It’d been years since you last tasted him and now you wondered how you even survived without his soft lips on yours, you explored each other’s lips, what started out as hungry and desperate gradually became slow and passionate.

Gasping for air you couldn’t take a proper breath because he pulled you right back, his mustache adding the perfect burning sensation, you giggled as he started nipping your lips, still not being able to let you go, you cupped his face and caressed his cheeks, still catching your breath. Pecking your lips, Lloyd tilts your head up to keep your gaze, “Be a good girl and tell your husband you want a divorce, he gives you any trouble I’ll take care of him”.

[miggydiaz]

You know, from scenes on tumblr, I was prepared to like Tommy in the short term and be excited for bi rep on tv. But now that I’ve seen the episodes, I actually uh… don’t.

Like, I’m still excited for the rep because as someone who rode the allyship to closeted bisexuality to open bisexuality pipeline late in life just like Buck is, I was ready for this storyline to be deeply personal to me.

I just don’t really like Tommy? And not even… this isn’t even about the Buddie of it all. Maybe it’s Lou’s line delivery that makes every line sound condescending to me, but it doesn’t read as Gentle Older Queer’s Fond Exasperation to me. It’s actually kind of grating. Feels snarky in a lot of places where I don’t think it’s intended to feel snarky and it’s putting me off. Maybe it’s just because Lou has a strong valley accent? Idk but it’s not working for me.

Also the chemistry between him and Oliver is off. Like way off. Every scene reeks of “two heterosexual actors trying really hard to sell same sex attraction” to the point where it makes the episodes feel *silly.*

And you know, it’s actually not even just Oliver and Lou. It’s like everyone connected to this particular storyline the last two episodes has forgotten how to line read like the good actors I know they are. Ryan and Jen included (although I think Jen’s been the most believable so shoutout to her).

Weirdly high voices, incorrect pacing like they’re rushing through their lines, exaggerated expressions and inflections... Although Ryan is also struggling with this Marisol storyline, but that’s probably because the storyline is fucking stupid lmao. Not the religious trauma arc, that’s got potential, that could be good. It’s just the tone of it right now that’s stupid.

Actually, going back to my earlier point about how things feel *silly* maybe that’s my real issue with this season. Or these last two episodes anyway. You have this incredibly important storyline of Buck’s coming out, and it’s been relegated to the comedy portion of the episodes.

Hen and Karen and Mara? Serious in tone. Feels important. Athena and Harry? Serious in tone. Feels important. Buck’s jealousy and his date? Played for goofy laughs. His coming out to Maddie? Sweet but also kind of played for laughs with the whole “I’ll check out a hot guys ass/it’s not abnormal 👀”.

And I’m not saying it has to be this totally serious, really heavy storyline. It’s just that… they swung in the totally opposite direction. Instead, everyone feels over exaggerated, like they’re trying too hard to treat it with care but also like It’s NOT A Big Deal.

I dunno. Maybe after the Madney wedding, and especially if Lou sticks around, they can correct some of this. Maybe as the actors settle into the storyline, it’ll get better. But I’m just bummed right now because I was really excited for this after seeing all of the hoopla on tumblr (I was still catching up when these episodes aired), and it just hasn’t delivered for me.

[wroteclassicaly]

🖤 ANNOUNCEMENT 🖤

And yes, this is being called an announcement, & I’m using big font (because it’s important, lmao)…

After the events that transpired a few days ago, I had a lot of time to think about sticking around and everything that’s been going on. There’s a lot of crap that’s been following a lot of us for too long, shit that is mundane in comparison to what we are all dealing with in our real lives. I’m thirty years old, almost turning thirty-one. I don’t have time to act like an ignorant moron and send hate to anyone, let alone people that I admire and care deeply for. So there’s a few things I want to discuss here, and then I’m dropping this topic entirely, because drama and accusations are not worth my time or my mental health.

Let’s start with what’s been going on.

Someone has been sending anon hate (obviously), but it’s with my name attached. I have had several people tell me that they’ve gotten anons saying I am the person that’s spreading this hate around. And there’s been other anons that believe I have and have sent their fair share of accusations in as well. I’ve gotten unfairly blocked, I’ve been unfollowed and ghosted. And I shouldn’t have to continuously be made to feel the way I have felt over garbage lies, especially when I have done nothing but dedicate time to try and lift others up in a community that’s treated us all like dog shit!

If I was the type of person to act like this, then I would not have a fucking masterlist link to every single writer in this fandom, whose work that I love — linked to my own personal masterlist or blog navigation. I wouldn’t do these spotlights weekly. And I wouldn’t consistently encourage and hype people up if I secretly wanted them to fail or I hated them. How much sense does that make?

Despite what people might believe, I have never once sent anon hate in my life, because I know what that does to a person’s health. I’m a big believer in backing what I say on my blog, which is why you will/have consistently see(n) me discussing reblogging issues, feedback, etc. I’ve always stood up for what I believe in, and I know I have a big mouth. I’ve never denied it, and my name has always been attached to my opinions. But I’m not the only one who feels this way about certain things.

What I mean by that, is that whoever this person is that is sending the hate, doesn’t have the courage to say it. And they’re being cruel in how they’re treating authors who have worked hard to establish their platform. And that’s someone that I am not. I’m not going to publicly complain about similar issues and then go on anon about shit, like… really?? Lol.

I say what I mean. And I say it with my name and my face attached. It’s always been that way and it will stay that way. I’ll never stop speaking up or out, and I’ll never quit defending people!!!!

I don’t know who has said shit about me, I don’t know who this anon is, but I do know a few things. So… here we go.

— I will be utilizing the unfollow & block features for my own safety. If I use them then I have reasons that I do not need to, and will not explain.

— If you have any issues with me, or someone is telling you shit, or you get accusatory anons with my name attached - talk to me! Because I guarantee that they’re wrong.

— If you don’t like me, if you believe whatever you hear, let’s not pretend. Unfollow me, because I don’t want, nor need that kind of shit.

— Come to my DM’s and talk to me like an adult. Don’t let things fester. Don’t believe a bunch of fucking garbage. We’re all adults and this is ridiculous. (This goes for these anons. Say it with your voice, don’t fucking hide!)

I’m kind to everyone I come across, and I let people walk on me to the point that it destroys how I’m beginning to see myself. I know I rant, I know I’m negative a lot, that I’m dramatic. But I’m a genuinely good person, and I respect everyone, I try to be there for everyone, and I try to support everyone! If we are friends — I’ve got your back! Even if we aren’t close, I’m still here for you!

I let my good heart get stepped on and fucked over in my last fandom, and I let it take the joy I got from writing here. I’m not doing it again, not when Eddie Munson is my safe space! I refuse to let anyone push me away from this fandom or my blog, not again! I love this community (most of the time), and I admire so many of you, and I have also made the most amazing connections! I’ve never written so much for a character as I have for Eddie, now also for Steve!

Whatever is going on is fucking with a lot of us. It’s not fair and it’s not worth it. So let’s support and be kind to one another, and really think before we accuse/believe bullshit lies on innocent people, yeah?

Much love ❤️🖤♥️❤️

And also, a special shout-out to everyone that has checked in with me and shown support over the last few days! Shit, even the entirety that I’ve been here! I love y’all! 🥹💯

New Note -regarding in general-

A reminder to NOT believe everything you hear without context, based on blind or falsified ‘proofs’! A lot of shady shit has been happening to me and a lot of my friends lately, so please come to me before trying to villainize me or anyone else!!!!

Save the drama for your mama! It has no place here! ;)

[eruverse]

Idk why people say aph russia has no "friends". In real life, russia is quite close with serbia, bulgaria, vietnam, india, many central asian countries etc.

Wouldn't he be quite close with these countries he literally saved their lives (India, Bangladesh, Vietnam) ? Idk why hima wrote him as having no friends.

Yeah, esp speaking as an Indonesian. We are good or at least neutral with Russia lol (and the whole former USSR for that matter). Not that we’re close or anything these days, as we were only a bit close during CW era aka when we flirted with communist block back then, but this means we don’t regard them as enemies or anything.

A bit tricky on Central Asians yes, simply because the relationship between colonies and their former colonizers are very complicated and you can’t put this into black or white gloves on just love and hate, friends or enemies, especially ones that are literal neighbors. Speaking as a former colony ourselves, but Indonesia has actual continental wide distances with its former colonial powers and this means we don’t need to interact with them on absolutely all aspects of life, but even without this we still deal quite a lot with for ex Netherlands, for cooperations and programs etc etc. For better or worse, you also can’t say that we absolutely hate the Netherlands, like ONLY hate and NO MORE, because 350+ years of history together means that whether we like it or not Netherlands has become an intimate facet of our life and our self. And even now, we still want to be friends with Netherlands, also bc our foreign policies are just like that tbh: we wish to be neutral or nice with everyone, with no enemies but no allies and all are partners.

What would happen then when you are literal neighbors? Your lives will be even more intertwined. Not even I know about the full extent of it tbh for obvious reasons. Not just the emotional aspect of it maybe, but absolutely everything else… the need to cooperate on a lot of matters, opportunities that arise from that, and the need to repress things bc you are dealing with stronger powers, the dependencies etc. It is all very complicated. Thus yes, “friends” in air quote, but not “enemies” either. More like partners.

(Also the reality of middling or weaker powers: you rly, rly need to watch your words and not just declare that some stronger powers are enemies or not friends lmao that would be lit suicide. Rly, I have to say this, but methinks the fact that most ppl in the fandom being Westerners aka ppl who come from a place of political and economical powers means that they rly have no idea how us weaker countries have to act and watch our words. Does that mean that weaker powers are only reluctant friends? Not rly! That depends on circumstances and is v complicated. But rly, know that us weaker countries have AGENCIES and AGENDA as well.)

And that’s irl. I’m on the opinion that while you can use irl as inspo (if it’s too different and one dimensional it’d be too jarring) ultimately fiction is fiction and you have certain creative liberties. I’m also one on the more light hearted side of Hetalia personally lol. Irl is tough enough, I don’t rly want my fun fandom life to be spoiled. To an extent, I also present my characters as individuals.

So yeah, methinks Vanya ofc has friends — some who genuinely like him and be around him, some who like him but wish for some healthy distance, some who are more meh but wish for certain opportunities that are hopefully mutual, some who are both annoyed a lot but also a lot fond. And one character could oscillate between these, lol.

[tamelee]

Can you do your drawings more the manga style? The others are fine but anime characters shouldn’t be drawn in a realistic style because it looks weird. Your art is good but maybe you can draw actors your one style and then anime for the other. I read you were practicing for the manga. Dont worry I want to read it! The thing about realism is that you cant represent a character factually in their true cultural foundation since it doesnt exist. The character doesnt exist. How can you draw Sasuke as a Japanese person and represent him as one in real life when you dont know what he looks like? Same with Naruto. This is no hate but just advice for your future career. I see many artist making mistakes like this and this is just a warning to prevent you from making it worse. I hope you can see it as such and not make a big deal out of it. I like your analysis’s though, keep up the good work have a nice day. Peace ✨

“Can you do your drawings more the manga style?”

No matter how much you try to formulate a question like this in order to make it sound “polite”, you don’t grasp the severity of the thing you’re “asking”. 

You’re asking an artist (in my case someone who’s practicing to become one professionally), to change their art-style. An art-style is something that belongs to a person. It’s something that develops and an artist can play around with it, but you (and anyone else) don’t get to decide how they should do that. 

It’s impossible, even if we "wanted to".

And quite rude. 

When I first started with commissions people always asked me to “draw me this like that artist does” and basically they always wanted a copy. It used to be so confusing to me, because if they wanted something that looked exactly like the other artist’s drawing.. then why ask me? Why tell me you “like my art so much”, come to me for a commission because of it, but then don’t want it the way I draw it?

It made me really insecure about the way I draw.. and it still does to be honest. 

“Copying” an artist’s art style can be a good way to practice art and figure out what you like, there is no shame in that, but it isn’t part of “us”. 

What do you even mean with “manga-style” anyway? You do realize that there is not one “manga-style” either right? Have you seen the ‘Naruto’ tribute drawings made by other Mangaka’s? They look very different from Kishimoto’s “manga-style”. 

Hirohiko Araki: 

Mitsubishi Shimabukuro:

Masanori Morita:

Toshiaki Iwashiro:

Kentaro Yabuki:

Takeshi Obata:

And these are only a few... (lmao to fan-artists getting criticized for slightly different facial proportions being part of their art-style when it's more than normal (in the Manga world), but ok.)

“The others are fine but anime characters shouldn’t be drawn in a realistic style because it looks weird.”

This statement in itself is ridiculous. Anime characters drawn (semi-)realistic-looking being “weird” regardless of how it’s drawn or by who, is your opinion. Your own personal opinion which is weird to send to someone. Meaning: your opinion is not factual. Now that, is not my opinion, that’s commonly accepted as a fact. 

Kishimoto himself drew his characters more "realistic" as well. 

Not just him, but there is another Mangaka who did. 

“Dont worry I want to read it!”

I wasn’t.

“The thing about realism is that you cant represent a character factually in their true cultural foundation since it doesnt exist. The character doesnt exist. How can you draw Sasuke as a Japanese person and represent him as one in real life when you dont know what he looks like? Same with Naruto.” 

You talk like you have zero understanding of what “art” even means in the first place. 

I don’t even have to explain myself to you, but:

.. these aren’t even all.. 

(Please guys, I’m aware of what is happening.. and yes I get them too. I’m not going to talk about other blogs, my blog isn’t a call-out blog, but this is going against my style specifically.. so here we are.) 

Adding “realism” is just an interpretation, a way to enrich the fictional fantasy of a character. It’s true that you can’t represent a character “factually in their true cultural foundation since it doesn’t exist” as you say. 

Because Konoha doesn’t exist. Ninja’s (from Naruto) don’t exist. 

Konoha isn’t an accurate representation of Japan and its culture either as Kishimoto is also influenced by different media from all over the world. His fantasy world in which this creation was born from exists, because it isn’t limited to one cultural region and it doesn’t have your personal boundaries. His childhood as far as we know was full with superheroes that were created from minds all over the world with super-powers that aren't tied to our realistic (cultural) representations. We can't manipulate Chakra like these characters do, now can we? 

That’s why it’s fiction. 

That’s why you’re right and also contradicting yourself because of it. 

Why the hell would I want to take the beauty out of something that not only entertains us, but perhaps even helped us cope or forget this dumb “real life” you talk about and bring it ‘back to Earth’ when the mouths that lick the asses of those that embrace this ‘cancel culture’-mentality so-lovingly want to steer us towards all these ‘problematic’ things they call “reality”. Seemingly: you.  

The beauty in art or fanart, fan work, fiction, fantasy is exactly that it does NOT have to represent anything exactly in real life, but it can be whatever the creator wants it to be. Interpretation is never the same for everyone. And frankly, you don’t have to agree with it. You can turn on your news-channels, discuss shit on Facebook or focus on something else if you want to see something that “represents your reality” and even then that’s questionable to say the least :’) 

Art, this platform, entertainment, humor or this story that exists from the mind of a man that somehow, someway came up with the most beautiful.. tragic, love story of all time, discussing it, getting lost in the charm or artistry that went behind in making it- it’s supposed to be fun. A way to escape that reality, but all this backlash and criticism towards not just fan-artists, but also fan fiction authors who do nothing, but share their works for free does not make it very attractive to do so. One day this fandom will die down, because of this, yet it doesn’t have to. 

People will always do what they love to do. 

Let them. 

(Morally)

“This is no hate but just advice for your future career. I see many artist making mistakes like this and this is just a warning to prevent you from making it worse.“

No, artists following your advice is the mistake. Uno reverse warning. 

Have fun on your journey drawing, writing or anything that you love to do. You’re the only one having access to your mind. In art specifically, there is not one art-style, it’s something you develop overtime through drawing the things you love drawing. Every time you’ll think to yourself “hey, I liked that, I want to incorporate that the next time I draw too!” It’ll build from there. 

“I hope you can see it as such and not make a big deal out of it.”

I hope you see the hypocrisy in this sentence. 

Have a nice day too. I left you a drawing. (It’s the latest one.) 

[lorephobic]

your first thought being that you want to kill a real person who died fighting the nazis for having a “meaningless” death is absolutely batshit. you cannot be surprised people are not happy with you when that’s your opening musing. it’s outright disrespectful and even if you were joking…jokes are supposed to be funny.

i think i’ve already explained my stance here, but i guess i’ll use this ask to go over it civilly and with the detail that it deserves, since apparently we are making this into a big deal.

• this was not ever meant to be seen as my mota thesis. after watching the ep, i had already posted a long thread on twitter explaining my thoughts, as well as talked to my other friends who were watching the show and aired my grievances to them. that joke should not have been the first thing that i posted to tumblr, but in my mind, it was supplemental to the many thoughts that i’d already typed out and shared.

• i did not anticipate that post being seen by that many people outside of my small circle, many of whom had already heard my full thoughts on twitter & discord and wouldn’t have misconstrued my meaning and frustration with the show. as i’ve said since, #mota is my personal tag for the show, i didn’t think people were using it as a main tag and i would have never tagged it with that if i knew that people outside of my followers, and the niche that i’ve created on this blog, would see it.

• the joke itself is being misinterpreted entirely and i know it’s not like. funny, but my intention with it was never even to be disrespectful to the irl curtis biddick who i have no personal qualms with LMAO. it is not his fault that he died the way that he died, but it IS the show writer’s fault for not doing anything to make that death meaningful and impactful to the television series that is supposed to be entertaining. i misspoke when i said the the real life curt’s death was meaningless (obviously bombing the nazis is important) but i genuinely only said all of that to point out my own deranged frustration with barry’s role in the show. i don’t actually wish any harm to the real curtis biddick, the joke is supposed to be on me for being insane enough to want to warp time and space to create a better story for curtis because the mota writers in eighty years are not going to do him any favors when telling his story. which of course gives me more (& better) barry content. which is all i ever wanted from this fucking show.

• i made that post in a moment of frustration and my anger that should have gone toward the writers (and did in other forums) definitely hit the wrong target here. i understand why people are mad about it but i think it’s been such a disproportionate response to me making an unfunny joke in the tags of a post that was taken out of context and only my friends were supposed to see. if you don’t like what i’m posting then ignore it?? if you actually find it offensive, then tell me to my face so we can talk about it?? idk. dragging me thru the mud in front of ur followers is so weird !

[margalitarry]

the aftermath | c.b

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hi omg this is my first time posting a fanfic please give feedback i wrote this in one go at like 1am last night LMAO.

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it had been months since you had to smile and stand surrounded by people you don’t know. your best friend katrina insisted she couldn’t go alone to this party; despite her now sitting and talking with her boyfriend. although being around strangers wasn’t anything new. you learned to deal with the easy attraction of people, especially after your very public breakup with harry styles four months ago.

you and harry had dated for almost a year, you couldn’t keep up with his schedules and it quickly became argumentative and messy. he was stressed with tour and you were stressed with your own career. the night you’d broken up you both had been in a parking lot in a screaming match, of course there being someone to record and spread the video everywhere.

“y/n?”

you snap out of your trance and look up from the floor to see colby brock, also one of your best friends who you’d met through katrina. after the breakup you had pushed everyone away, especially katrina and colby. you felt guilty but you couldn’t help smile in relief at a familiar face.

“oh my god! i had no idea you were coming here, i didn’t see you with sam and katrina.”

“yeah it’s been a minute since i’ve seen you though, do you wanna step outside real quick?”

you nodded but felt a pit in your stomach form as he lightly grasped your hand leading you through the party, giving a few quick smiles and ‘heys!’ along the way.

you and colby have a much more complex background together than you and harry had. it was always just the wrong time for one of you. it started in 2018 after you both met, colby couldn’t get out of your mind and you were stuck in his. for a year you had been friends with benefits and it was working for the both of you, until colby had taken interest with another girl. you knew you and him weren’t labeled therefore it wasn’t your place to say anything. jealously surged through your veins when he told you he wanted to try to take things seriously with her and you went back to being just friends. they dated for year but even after breaking up colby and you remained strictly friends.

things had only gotten worse after you met harry and had began getting and taking new opportunities for your image and career. colby and harry never liked eachother, especially after the breakup. colby felt even though you two weren’t together he had still taken you away from him, in reality you felt ashamed and embarrassed for thinking you could keep up with someone like harry.

“how are you? don’t give me bullshit either, i know it’s been hard.” colby asked once you and him sat down on the sidewalk a little further from the party.

“i don’t even know, i don’t even miss him. i just feel guilty about everything ever in my life.” you openly told him, you felt awfully comfortable in this moment.

“you didn’t have to push me and kat away. at least not kat. she was more heartbroken than you were i think” colby slightly laughed but still in a serious tone.

“i know but it was just embarrassing to even date him! i mean- obviously not because he’s harry styles but to think i could put myself in the spotlight and become that person. it was embarrassing for me.”

colby sat in silence taking in your word and voice he hadn’t heard much of in months. he was mad at you but couldn’t help the sting in his heart as you continued talking.

“just by dating him i’ve become someone i’m not, you always told me how you feel like you’re a different person on and off camera but i’m a different person at all times now! i don’t want this life i have but i’m stuck with it forever now with nothing i can do about it.” you felt a few hot tears run down your face, staring into the black pavement between your shoes.

“i know it’s tough but you aren’t alone in this and you’re acting like you are! i can name ten people at the damn least who would’ve one hundred percent helped you through this including myself. we just wanted to be here for you and you wouldn’t let us.” colby ranted letting his voice slightly crack at the end only making you feel worse.

“i know and i don’t know why i didn’t. but at the same time it would’ve been helpful if you had pretended to like harry at times! he at least wouldn’t call things out about you in front of our group, him next to us. why would i run to you guys after you didn’t support me?” you argued back quickly. this conversation had been going in the opposite direction either if you wanted it too.

colby felt awful as the words came out of your mouth, all of his anger turning into guilt as your face glistened even more in the pale moonlight as a result of your tears. he watched you completely begin to breakdown as you let him put his arm around you moving you into his side comfortably.

you both sat in silence for at least half an hour just enjoying each other’s company despite the argument that had just occurred. colby once again softly grabbed your hand and helped you stand up with him.

“i’ll drive you home, i assume katrina probably drove tonight.” colby calmly said still holding your hand as you both slowly walked back towards the party.

you began to talk before being interrupted quickly, “i’m just really sorry-“

“don’t be, i didn’t want you to ever be in a position you felt like that especially because of me. we don’t have to talk about it anymore tonight.” colby whispered just before you walked into the party once again and letting go of your hand.

you and colby both said your goodbyes to a few people and quickly exited the party. you had to walk a little far because of where he parked for coming so late. not a little far, but a good ten minutes. you asked him about his next location for his and sams channel for small talk. he boasted about the history and murders that had happened there, explaining almost all of it in the time it took you to reach his car.

you both sat in silence for almost the whole drive back to your place, neither of you knowing what to talk about. both of you guys were filled with racing thoughts you just wanted to spill out, anger and apologizes for everything. you don’t immediately get out once he pulls into your driveway though, but start to talk.

“i just-”

“you know-”

colby laughs at you both speaking at the same time, allowing you to speak first though.

“i don’t know, i know this didn’t go how we wanted it to, but i don’t really know which other way it would’ve gone. i just really am sorry for everything in this last year.” you rambled, not finding the words you wanted to say.

“i know and you shouldn’t be. we just didn’t know what was going on and were really worried for you for a little bit. you know i’ll always support you.” colby said also at a lost of words.

you still didn’t get out of his car as your brain urges you to just ask him to come inside for a little bit, to watch reality shows and drink wine just like whenever you both didn’t want to go to an event, to take turns on your guitar, to even just sit in silence a little longer. you didn’t want this night to end yet even though you knew another argument could result in him staying.

colby watched you stare at the ground and then out the window, he wasn’t necessarily waiting for you to get out of the car. he was enjoying the tense yet comfortable air between you guys letting his own thoughts race through his mind; still looking at you.

“you don’t have to go home right now, i mean unless you want too - obviously go home but you know. you could stay here for a little bit?” you blurted out.

“uh yeah no, i mean yes i’d love to stay for a little.”

you smile to yourself as you both exit the car and walk up to your apartment.

[twopoppies]

sometimes i wonder how much of harry’s personality onstage is a part of his own personality around the closest people in his life, like his family and friends. you know, i wonder how much of what we get to see is the stage adrenaline and how much really is part of him. for example, i wonder if his funny and dorky ways onstage are any similar to his humor and clever jokes in his personal life. i think much of what we see is the real him because of the way everyone who meets him describes him (this kind, sometimes shy, funny, charming guy) but then i also wonder about the more vulnerable aspects of his personality. i also wonder about his flaws, because that’s something that we barely know about and they are some of the things that make him the most human. i bet he is stubborn sometimes lmao. but that’s it, you know. i’m always scared of making him out to be an allegory instead of a human being, because so much of what we see is a perfect gentleman who could very well be a lead in a fairytale. so i usually wonder about these other things, that very few get to see, that make him the most him, that may be hard to deal with, but that are essentially so real.

Hi sweetheart. I think part of Harry on stage is a persona, but I do think it’s still a part of him. Harry offstage is often described as shy and quiet, but also charming, kind, and funny. He’s always had a very dry sense of humor and when we get a glimpse of his humor off stage, you can see how much he gently pokes fun at himself and his friends.

I know what you mean about not wanting to turn him into a fantasy version of himself. I think he writes a lot about his perceived flaws — his stubbornness, jealousy, pettiness, difficulty communicating, selfishness etc. He seems to me to be pretty self-aware. We may not see him acting on those flaws, because really that’s stuff you get to see when a person is being 100% themselves and we’re never privy to that. But I think he’s spoken and written about a lot more than just life being easy and wonderful.