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[majorproblems77]

Linked maze updated which means I'm back! :D

Hello Linked Maze fans! :D

Linked Maze returns with scent pt10, which means I am back to ramble about the small details in the comic because I enjoy it!

If you dont know what Linked Maze is, It's a links meet comic. About the links in a maze.... Self-explanatory really, but trust me it's amazing and I love it. It's great! But also for more mature audiences, so do take care and heed the creator's warnings before going in!

Importantly - Linked Maze and all the art belongs to @linked-maze and its artist @frulleboi, this chapter also had a guest artist, so the second page's art is done by @marenwithanm. And thanks again for the permission to do this! I really enjoy making them!

With that out of the way, My timer is set, grab some snacks and a drink of your choice! And lets get started! :D

We begin with the small bean

He looks so happy, okay, I love him

Aww four, just wanted his sword back. Also here to straight up appreciate the detail with the little ticktacktoe on the scabbard of his sword i love him dearly.

Wolfie looks both Done and worried at the same time.

Also, them discovering Sky's sailcloth! I'm so excited about this okay I want these two groups to find each other so bad.

Also, I was interested cause I dont think we've seen the sailcloth in the story yet. So it's fascinating that it's here. I blame Angel, she has shenanigans that I think work for this. Like imagine when we see Sky and he's like the fuck why do you have my sailcloth I've not seen it since I got here, type thing.

Wind taking charge as he should be.

There's a bunch to unpack here, so just give me a moment.

That's not Sky's sword.

That's Twilight's sword.

The wrappings on the blade and the markings we see on it later match Twilight's sword. (From the character reference sheets.)

Do you have any idea how excited I was when I saw this? Then saw Wolfie's face like

Why the fuck is that there?

I think this tells us two things.

Twilight/wolfie is now able to be armed. So he's got the capability to fight without the wolf form now. So he might transform soon!

Angel/ djævel are using the hero items to bring the groups together for some reason.

But now im considering the implications of having these specific items here. Like, Thats an item from a character from some of the major groups that we know off right now.

Twilight's sword(Twilight, wind) / Sky's sailcloth (Sky,wild,Time) / Four's sword (four, warrior)

Was the idea for them to find it, or for just one of the groups to find it so that they could find the others.

Something to think about.

Moving on!

Me too four... me too

Yes it does. He's sat about five feet from you

Look at his guilty face, he know's but he can't say and he's sad about it.

Warrior looks worried, you think he's thinking of war stuff right now?

A sword planted into the ground with an important item beside it... a sword who they dont know its owner. Its owner who to them could be dead?

Twilight is the only one who know's his sword after all.

Good call Mr. Captain Warrior sir!

Again with the sad wolfie ears, they give me life okay I love him.

Good on Wind for being the one to lead the charge, we need a good vibe like Wind to get us through the shenanigans that I'm sure are going to ensue.

Again Twilight is looking towards his sword. When you think he would be looking towards Wind at this point. But his eyes appear to be looking towards the markings on the sword.

I love his shocked face. He's like

I can't track myself...

Totally not me going to be using this reaction when someone asks me to do something.

Wolfie is the real MVP of this chapter let me tell you right now.

I love this lot they are wonderful

Yes, you look to your sword and think about what you've done.

Sniff sniff out the cinnamon roll wolfie, find him!

Oh man, this update was fun, I got so unbelievably excited about the sword like it's great to basically have a confirmation about something that's been rotating around in my brain since we saw it before.

Thanks again for listening to me ramble my way through another comic update! :D

And thank you again @linked-maze for letting me do this, i will be continuing them (as long as you let me:) ) cause this was so much fun!

Thats me done for this update tho, so I'll be headed out!

Have a great night! :D

[7000f1]

I just remembered how I once went to twt and finally said that Jyushi would probably be a monster hunter enthusiast and then like, 2 weeks later or so ARB announced the monster hunter subjugation event

[boiohboii]

Nobel prize winner wife pt2 (toto wolff x reader)

(Social media au)

Toto just revealed who his wife of 15 years is, but if he was going to reveal his family, why not all members of them?

or

in which Toto Wolff decided to let everyone know who is the little boy who made him a father

Note: I am sure this is not what you guys had in mind when you asked for part 2, but I just felt like a little teen in the mix is needed for our favorite it couple. WARNING: like 3 swear words, if I missed anything please let me know

Masterlist

PART 1

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F1WAGS&FAVES: Dr. YN LN seen today in Yeongsan International School of Seoul, rumors are she is there for the freshmen's parents career day.

username: I can not handle dad toto and mum yn

username: toto and yn might be official dilf and milf

username: no, I refuse to believe they have a kid that isn't me

username: I am willing to fight their kid for an exchange of parents

username: I love how with every photo her skin tone gets whiter

username: welcome to the white washing of korea

username: she never disappoints with her fits

username: if they actually have a kid imagine how awesome it'd be, like his dad is the team principle of the Mercedes f1 team and his mum is the only woman to win a Nobel prize twice!

username: if I'm a parent and my kid is a friend of theirs, I'd never compare my kid to baby wolff, he'd just pull an uno reverse card and compare me to yn and toto

username: say sike rn

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mercedesamgf1: can't wait for sam to join us, it's going to be such a fun weekend with him here..... here are 4 pictures of baby wolff throughout the years (yes, we knew, he is our favourite person in the paddock) ps: all photos of our prince are till he was 13 years old

Lewishamilton: can't wait to see the little man

samwolff09: can't wait to see you too uncle Lewis

georgerussel63: @.samwolff09 what about me?

samwolff09: @.georgerussel63 we were together last week 😆 but I still miss you 😄

username: THEY KNOW EACH OTHER, UNCLE LEWIS, HE WAS WITH GEORGE

username: HE HAS AN ACCOUNT

username: his account is private 🥲

danielricciardo: the little prince is growing up, I remember when he was just learning how to run

samwolff09: uncle Danny, please don't tell anyone of that time, I still get embarrassed thinking about it

samwolff09: we can't wait to join you again, take good care of mum and dad till Jay and I join you

mercedesamgf1: of course your highness

username: who is Jay?

username: imagine it's his brother

username: STOP IT!

maxverstappen1: P misses you @.samwolff09

samwolff09: @.maxverstappen1 I miss her too!! So much! Is she joining this weekend?

maxverstappen1: @.samwolff09 yes yes, once she knew you're coming she wouldn't take no for an answer

samwolff09: @.maxverstappen1 YES! I CAN'T WAIT, SEND HER MY HUGS AND KISSES

username: max being chatty with toto's son is so unhinged for my 2023 agenda

username: max writing his longest comments for sam wolff will be my favourite social media interaction

mickschumacher: Sammy! Keep your phone with you this time @.samwolff09

samwolff09: @.mickschumacher micky, please, it was one time!

sebastianvettel: well, now I have no choice but to go this weekend

samwolff09: uncle seb! I miss you!! Are you really coming?? Please say yees, pleaaseeee

sebastianvettel: of course little cub, who else is gonna watch over you and Jay

username: baby wolff collecting drivers left right and center

christanhorner: it had been too long since I saw this little man

samwolff09: looking forward to seeing you again sir @.christanhorner

christanhorner: @.samwolff09 please, call me uncle chris, and make sure to stop by and say hi

samwolff09: of course uncle Chris! See you then

username: I am confusion

username: did baby wolff just make a truce between mercedes and redbull

username: his smile can stop wars and here's the proof

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samwolff09: I just wanna thank my parents on my birthday cause they always make me feel loved, they always make me feel safe and that every little thing I do or feel is valid and is okay, I am so lucky to have them and I am truly thankful for being able to have them in my life and to be here as their son.

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samwolff09: 11 years apart and my love for this place is still the same

jaypark: one of the best vacation houses fr

park-sunghoon: true, it's still my favorite place

jungwonofficial: the summer we spent there was the best one man, we need to do that again

samwolff09: @.jaypark @.park-sunghoon @.jungwonofficial let's go again next summer, I'm sure dad and mum won't mind

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samwolff09: I hate that we don't have any good pictures with the 4 of us together, but aside from that, I miss you three so much, fuck you for being busy...... but hey, make these bomb tracks woon and sungie win another world championship... jay I see you everyday at school but it'd be rude if I didn't include you

jungwonofficial: so it's rude to ignore jay but not rude to not post a picture of us together, okay I see how it is sammy boy

jaypark: we are the nepo babies of our quadrant man that's why I'm stuck by your side 😚

park-sunghoon: I thought you deleted the photo of the 2 of us! Dude, I can't have evidence of me clinging onto you, it'd ruin my image!

jaypark: what image, everyone knows you're a clingy ass mf as soon as you see sam

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samwolff09: happy father's day to my old man, he is such a great and loving man (even though he still scares me whenever I'm studying) when I feel like I'm so different from him he gives me all the love and support I need, and even if I don't say a thing, he still knows and makes sure that I know how appreciated I am and why he is proud to be my father, he let's me explore and experience things as much as I want while watching over me so that I won't get hurt. Dad, I love you so much and I swear I will carry you and take care of you when you're old and tired

{Taglist- everyone who asked for pt2, thank you and I hope you liked it ♥️♥️

@topaz125 @miiikkeey @omgsuperstarg @nayizy @ohkapten @d-stargirl @innercollectivecomputer }

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Baki Head Canons:

The One That Got Away

Yandere Doppo Orochi x Immortal Afab Reader x Yandere Katsumi Orochi

Loosely based off the Age of Adeline. I am so sorry Natsue Orochi, I love you baby girl. Please forgive me.

TW: Cheating, smut mentioned, fingering, and yandere behavior

The day Katsumi’s lover walked through the door, Doppo’s world came crashing down. What were you doing here and how did you look exactly the same as the day you disappeared?

“(Your name)?” Doppo asked you with wide eyes. He felt such a mix of emotions. Happiness, anger, sorrow, and betrayal were the most prominent but confusion clouded his mind. How were you still so youthful? You should have been nearing your fifties and you didn’t look a day past your twenties. There was no way…

“(Your name)? My name is (fake name), you must have me confused with my parent.” You nervously laugh which made Katsumi and Natsue glare at him. Who on earth was (your name)? They’ve never heard of this mysterious person before…

The four of them had dinner together but Doppo’s eyes were on (your name) the entire time. He couldn’t get rid of the feeling in his gut and he’s never been wrong before. Natsue noticed Doppo’s change in demeanor and shut down a bit. She knew he was in a relationship prior to her but she didn’t know the details of it… she’s heard before that a man never forgot his first love and it made her feel second best. Like Doppo settled for her.

Katsumi held your hand the entire time, his brow furrowed at his father’s strong gaze on you. Just who was (your name) and why was Doppo so insistent they were you? Whatever. You’re his partner and he wasn’t cool with his adopted dad being weird to you.

After the most awkward meal in history, Katsumi beamed at you. “Sorry my parents are awkward today. Usually they’re quite chatty.” Katsumi gave your hand a squeeze. “Why don’t we take a walk for a bit? That way they can talk.”

“Sounds good, Katsumi. Let’s go.” The two of you headed out and made sure to ignore the look Natsue gave Doppo. You should have realized Katsumi’s surname was the same as Doppo’s but Doppo was infertile. So how were you to know he had adopted a kid in the decades you had been absent? It wasn’t Katsumi’s fault nor was it Doppo’s that you were cursed with eternal youth.

Katsumi and you walked together. A frown on your face once you began to think. You’ve been with Katsumi for only a month and he already spoke of marriage… you couldn’t marry him or else the government would discover you… You’ve been stuck at the age of 25 for the last eighty years. How on earth could you give him the love he’d deserved?

“My family home is pretty nice, right?” Katsumi asked you with a big smile. “Would you want to live in a home like that? I make enough to have a big place…” You gave Katsumi a tight smile. Why on earth would he want such a big home for just two of you?

“Don’t you think it’s a bit impractical for just two of us?” You softly asked Katsumi who shook his head. His large hands scooped up yours as his eyes stared into yours.

“Well, I’d like to start a family after marriage. I think two kids would be good… maybe more!” Katsumi smiled brightly at you as he began to ramble. “I could see you nice and round with my kids… you’d be such a good mom. I notice how you longingly look at babies.”

You did your best not to frown immediately. Like father like son. Doppo had wanted to get married just ten weeks into dating while his son was even more impatient. Then again, normal humans didn’t live as long as you have. You were well over a hundred at this point and still not deceased. All because of a freak accident when you were young…

“So what do you say? Would you want that life with me too?” Katsumi asked you with big, puppy eyes, his hands squeezed yours. “I apologize for getting a bit ahead of myself. But you never know if I could be castrated in the fighting ring since the other fighters always go for the nuts…”

You stifled a laugh at his joke. Katsumi certainly wasn’t wrong from the fights you’ve seen in your many years on this earth. He could potentially become infertile, but that wasn’t your problem. Katsumi was simply a place holder to fill the bottomless hole in your heart that could never be filled. The never ending loneliness to your bizarre existence. One of many relationships you’ve had to try to ease the loneliness of eternal life.

“You have big dreams, I’ll certainly admit that.” You told your lover who only smiled at you. How could you ever be mad at a face like his? Katsumi was certainly one of the cuter men you’ve been with. And he wasn’t terrible in bed, a bit inexperienced, but not terrible.

Katsumi grabbed at your hip which made you jolt. “Easy there, tiger. We’re in the great outdoors.” The tow of you shared a laugh before you made your way back to his parents’ house.

Katsumi just gave you a wink. The two of you walked in to find the home empty. Katsumi smiled at you. “I think dad probably took mom out on a date to make her feel better. I’ll walk you home.”

You nodded your head a smiled. Perhaps you really didn’t have anything to worry about?

A few weeks had gone by and Katsumi invited you out to eat with his parents once more. You were a bit reluctant to accept, but you did.

And the dinner wasn’t nearly as awkward as the last one. Doppo and Natsue were much warmer this time. You felt relief wash over you. Thank god… you didn’t want to deal with a (currently) old man you once had a passionate love affair with.

The four of you somehow ended up drinking a few bottles of sake together to ‘melt the ice.’ Katsumi became ever more chatty the more he drank until he was nearly falling over himself while poor Natsue was already fast asleep at the table. Doppo gave you an apologetic smile as he carried her to their room. You, on the other hand, helped Katsumi to the couch where he passed out instantaneously. The poor guy’s cheeks were as red as the bottom of a baboon.

And right before you could leave, Doppo had walked over to you. His hands stuffed in his pockets and his brow furrowed. The eye patch and facial scars made him look much older than 56, but you didn’t want to ask for the stories on them. The two of you no longer had a relationship of any kind for almost three decades now…

Doppo grasped your hand and held it up to his eye. “These scars… I stitched this scratch on your hand twenty nine years ago in the woods when you went with me up the mountain to train.”

“I got these scars from cutting a vegetable-“ you squealed when his fingers pressed into your scar with anger.

“Don’t lie to me. I have a very specific way I stitch and it’s quite ugly.” Doppo clicked his tongue as he dropped your hand.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. My name is (fake name)-“

“Do you take me for a fool?” Doppo asked you as he yanked your skirt up to reveal another scar you had on your thigh. “You got that when you were running about with me too. How are you still so young? You… why did you disappear?”

You glanced over at Katsumi who remained knocked out cold on the couch. It’s not like he was conscious to hear your conversation… “You see how I am… what I am.” You sighed and pinched your nose. “I cannot age. I can’t live a normal life-“

“And yet you’re with my son, Katsumi.” Doppo glared at you with his muscular arms crossed. “Are you going to leave him too? You took his virginity.”

So that’s why Katsumi was a bit clumsier in bed… and his unusual attachment with you. Now you felt like an even bigger piece of shit. “I… I don’t know-“

Doppo grabbed your forearms and leaned forward to press his lips against yours in a rough kiss. Your entire body freezes up at the contact in shock. What on earth?

Doppo pulled away with a sigh of anger. “I… did you know I wanted to marry you? I could have hid you away. I would have hidden you away. We could could worked something out-“

“It’s too many years late for that now.” You frown at him. “You’re married now. You have a family-“

“I just can’t believe you’re fucking my son…” Doppo shook his head. “You’re with my clumsy, arrogant son… you certainly have a type.”

You didn’t even think about how similar they were… Doppo used to be quite arrogant when he was younger too. Yet the years seemed to have made him more humble.

“I guess I do-“

“Does my son at least satisfy you. You used to be quite… hedonistic.” You nearly choked on your spit at what Doppo said.

“Are you saying I’m some sort of lust fueled monster?” You jumped when Doppo’s hands grabbed your hips and pushed your pelvis towards his. You felt a bit of electricity shoot up your spine when you felt something large press against you. You forgot how well endowed this older man was…

“For old time’s sake… don’t you want this one more time?” You whined when he ground himself into you. God dammit, you didn’t need this temptation. Especially not from your boyfriend’s father. “I know I’m packing more than Katsumi is and you also know I’m infertile… it won’t hurt.”

You bit your lip in thought. He wasn’t wrong about him being bigger than Katsumi. Doppo was one of the larger men you’ve slept with and you can count all the men you slept with on one hand.

And before you can even answer, his hand is shoved in the waist band of your pants. His fingers expertly stroke your damp slit as you shudder under his touch. God… Katsumi didn’t know how to touch you like this.

Doppo smirked at you as you leaned forward to grasp onto him as one of his thick fingers sunk into your greedy warmth. Your wanton moans were quiet as tears filled your eyes. You had forgotten what it was like to be fingers by someone who knew what they were doing…

“It feels good, right?” Doppo asked you in a hushed tone. His hot breath tickled the shell of your ear. “And that’s only my fingers… Just imagine what my cock can do.”

You feel a bit of drool drip from your mouth and onto his shirt. Your state of pleasure made Doppo smirk. Here you were once more… under him. Where you belonged.

“Let’s head somewhere more quiet, okay?” Doppo softly asked you as you melted into his arms. His thumb now stroked your clit as a second finger was added inside of you. You were practically dripping puddles on his palm. You greedy little whore.

And you were slept into the guest room. Doppo quickly undoing his pants while you lay on the futon with your bare ass bent high in the air for him to claim once more.

May Katsumi and Natsue forgive you for the sin you were about to commit… the sin of pleasure. A sin you hoped was only a one time deal.

Yet you weren’t aware that Doppo had other plans. Plans to share you between himself and his son. Who decided Katsumi would be the only one to feel that perfect, tight pussy? It’s not like Katsumi knew what to do… not like Doppo did.

You took a sharp inhale when Doppo gave a harsh slap to your rear. An angry hand shaped welt now on your bottom as the older man gave you a wicked smirk.

“Alright, princess. Don’t make a fucking sound.”

[fungusgnat444]

It might as well be spring (1945 post war König au)

SFW, slight xenophobia (someone calls König a Gerry because this is set in 1945), non canon König, implications of size difference, implications of trauma and anxiety, mentions of war, reader gets kinda harassed a little by a customer, reader’s name is Marlina, mentions of smoking, fem reader, I think that's it. Let me know if I missed anything. This chapter is relatively short 2.2k words

“Hey! You listening?”, your friend asked exasperatedly as she waved her hand in front of your vacant eyes. You were daydreaming as you often did on your criminally short coffee break. After all, Bill's Diner wasn’t exactly the most enriching place to work.  “Jeez, Marlina. Always off with the fairies, huh?”, she huffed, rolling her eyes at you. Betsy was a good friend but, by God, she was chatty. You often thought if she kept prattling on, her bottom jaw would end up falling right off her pretty little heart shaped face. Unfortunately for you, her jaw always manages to cling on somehow. 

“Sorry Bets. You were talking about Tommy again right?” You sighed as you raised your coffee mug to your lips. 

“Hey! Don’t say it like that, mopey Marli. I’m just excited, is all. He’s coming back today”, she whined as you shot her a perturbed look at the mention of the ‘fun’ little nickname she always used when she wanted to get a rise out of you.

”I know. you’ve been talking about it all week”, you chuckled weakly as she pouted at you. Boys in uniform had been coming in all day. The place was alive with their loud, cheerful chatter. The jukebox blaring, one song after the other; It Might As Well Be Spring by Dick Haymes had played more times than you could count. “… I am happy for you, Bets. I promise”, you reassured as you offered her a soft smile, patting her hand with yours. Although her chatter could get awfully repetitive, you did understand why she did it deep down. She was worried about him and for good reason. Your older brother had come home the week prior. You knew what it was like to worry yourself sick over someone; sleepless nights whenever you’d read something in the paper about the war over the shoulder of someone’s worried father as you served him coffee, waiting impatiently for the mail every Tuesday, desperately hoping another letter would come. You were just glad the war was finally over. The diner was no fun but it sure beats the monotonous work at the ammunition factory. ”… You think he’s really going to propose?”, you asked quietly as you leaned closer, a cheeky smirk washing over your face. She blushed and cast her eyes down to her lap shyly.

”He says he got me a pretty little ring from Paris”, she chuckled gleefully looking back up at you.

”Well, whatever your answer is just please, for the love of god, don’t pick those hideous lilac bridesmaid dresses you showed me. If I have to wear that I might not even show up”, you jested. She slapped you on the arm playfully as she tried her best to protest through the laughter that erupted from the two of you.

”That’s quite enough, girls. Back to work”, Bill’s gruff voice warned joylessly as he waddled past you. He was such a tubby, little grouch of a man but at least he paid well. You both stood reluctantly, rolling your eyes and groaning an annoyed ‘yes sir’.

As you tightened your pinny around your waist, you heard another groan from Betzy’s lips. “Ugh, great… More army boys”, she sighed. Your eyes followed hers out the large windows, seeing several more cars full of boisterous men pulling into the car park. You huffed as each of them bustled into the diner in their shabby green clothes. God, you were sick to death of that stupid muddy coloured fabric. A group of about five of them sat at one of your tables and whistled you over. Great… more touch starved boys for you to serve. 

“Hey fellas. What can I get for you?”, You chirped with a faux-polite grin on your face. 

“Coffee and apple pie all ‘round… maybe throw in your number just for me, sweetheart”, one of them jeered with a cheeky grin, making all the others burst into shameless laughter. It took every ounce of your remaining energy not to roll your eyes. You just stared back at them bemused as you jotted down their order. You knew they probably hadn’t seen a girl in ages but that didn’t stop you from fantasising about spitting in every cup of coffee you served them as each of their greedy eyes stripped you bare.

”Sorry, hon. My boyfriend came home last fortnight, so it seems you’re all out of luck”, A bare faced lie. The lie was worth it though; their greedy smirks all turning into butthurt pouts. You strutted away trying your best not to giggle. You walked behind the counter and Betsy’s eyes met yours knowingly, as you grinned. “Order up”, you said cheerily to Bill, handing him the order so he could fetch the pie.

As you returned to the table with the pie and began to pour their coffee, you noticed something quite peculiar out the window. At first the sight annoyed you but eventually your annoyance transformed to curiosity. Another man in uniform pulled into the car park, but this one was different. He was all alone. All day car after car had rolled in from the military base nearby; all packed to the brim with jolly, cocky boys in green. He was the first to arrive alone. Not even a hint of a smile decorated his face; a sad half finished cigarette hanging from his glum lips. His uniform was different too, the green was a deeper, forest green. On the shoulder of his jacket was a patch with red and white stripes; maybe a flag, you thought but a flag you weren’t familiar with. Maybe Poland? You couldn’t quite make it out. As you finished pouring the last cup of coffee the men sitting at the table all looked out the window and collectively groaned. 

“Oh Great. Giant Gerry’s here”, one of them grumbled. You looked at him confused.

”Giant Gerry?”, you asked curiously. All their heads turned to you, an unwelcoming look on each of their faces.

”Yeah… that's what we call him anyway”, one of them said bitterly. “He’s built like a horse and about as talkative as one. Our lieutenant says he was some kind of  double agent. He’s from… um… Belgium… or something. I don’t really remember, I don’t really care either. He’s a miserable freak”, he explained, taking a sip of his coffee.

”yeah most of the time he’ll just sit there silently watching everyone at base. Gives me the willies”, another one adds as ‘Giant Gerry’ exited his car, flicking his now spent cigarette to the ground and stomping it out with his shiny black boots. It was only when he stood that you truly understood his nickname. From where you stood his head blocked the sun like he was a great big oak tree. Now that he was out of it his car looked almost comically small; like one of the toys your little nephew would play with. You quickly looked away and retreated behind the counter to get more coffee. As the giant strode slowly to the door you poured the last cup of coffee for the men, trying your best not to stare at the way he had to duck his head to fit through the doorway. As he sat at one of the only empty booths in the place, he removed his cap, revealing a full head of curly copper locks. That’s when Betsy noticed him. Her eyes wide as she approached you. 

“Jesus… Who the hell is that?” She whispered to you. Looking back at him as he pinched the bridge of his nose and slouched slightly against the table.

”I don’t know but you’re about to find out. He’s at one of your tables”, you chuckled softly with a mocking wince.

”Marli, please. You do it. He looks like he’ll eat me alive”, she said clutching your arm. Always so dramatic. You looked at her, annoyance and a hint of fear in your eyes.

”Bets, no! I- … okay fine, but you owe me big time”, you folded, as you always do. You knew that if you made her do it, you wouldn’t hear the end of it for weeks. Plus you couldn’t deny your curiosity. She nodded emphatically and you went on your way to face the giant. As you approached you sighed shakily and mustered the most convincing smile you could. He was even more intimidating up close. His face was littered with scars, the biggest of which started at his clenched jaw, ploughed through his right cheek and finished after cutting through one of his thick, low eyebrows.  His eyes were different, however. Big, bright blue pools, glistening in the afternoon sun as he stared out of the window; heavy lidded and gentle. Eyes that didn't belong on a scarred giant like him. 

“Hello, sir. What can I get for you today?”, you ask quietly. No answer. He just kept staring out the window, his thick fluffy lashes fluttering every time he blinked. Your eyes flicked down to a badge laying against his broad chest. König. A name. Maybe that would get his attention. “Um… mister König, sir?”, you asked tentatively. Suddenly his spine straightened and his eyes snapped towards you; like a dog catching the smell of food. Now his eyes were wide and his brows were furrowed in confusion. He looked down at his name badge and back up at you, still silent. You tilted your head slightly and shifted your weight from one leg to the other. “Sir… you alright?”, 

“Sorry, miss”, he said quietly as his eyes fluttered down to look at his hands resting on the table. “Most people here don’t say my name right. I was… surprised”, he said quietly, his eyes meeting yours again. You offered him a small chuckle. “Well… there’s a fella who works at the library. I think he said his parents were… Swedish..- Anyway, his name’s Björn. I figured your O was pronounced similarly… I can't remember what those dots are called… an amulet or something”, you rambled. Oh god, you were starting to sound like Betsy.

”Umlaut… An amulet is a type of necklace, no?”, he said softly, his eyes still boring into you. His voice was deep and velvety and his accent manifested itself in throaty, rolled Rs like the purrs of a kitten and long, clear vowels. Giants aren’t meant to sound like pretty little pussy cats, are they? “I’ll have to find this library, hm? I haven’t had anything good to read for months”,

”Oh… here”, you said cheerily as you leaned forward to grab a napkin from across the table. You were about to start writing on it when he spoke again.

”what are you doing?” He asked. As you turned to face him you realised that hunched slightly over the table like this you were now at his eye level, face to face and much closer. Close enough to smell his musky cologne and feel the warmth of his brutish body. He almost looked frightened, like you’d pulled a gun on him. A giant scared of a little mouse; it would almost make you giggle if he wasn’t so imposing.

“Just giving you directions… to the library”, you uttered quietly, offering him a smile. Finally his expression softened, although his body remained rigid. All he gave you was a short little hum of acknowledgment as his eyes fluttered down to the napkin. He was probably the strangest man you’d ever met. Maybe it was a European thing, you weren’t sure but his disposition was so opposite to his appearance it was honestly a little unsettling. You started to write, trying hard to ignore the unfamiliar knot forming in your stomach. “Here’s the address. It’s right across the road from the town hall so it's pretty hard to miss”, you said gently.

he smiled gently down at the napkin for a moment. “Danke, Fräulein”, he said as he slid the napkin into one of his pockets. You stared back at him confused for quite a while before he registered that you had no idea what the hell he was saying. “Oh- thanks, miss”, he stuttered as his cheeks reddened slightly. You tried your best not to laugh.

”Anyway. What can I get for you?”,

”I haven’t looked at the menu yet, my apologies”, he said with a deep chuckle. “Hmm… what do you recommend?”, he asked.

“Well, the cherry pie here is alright. I wouldn’t touch the coffee if I were you. It’s pretty awful”, you said absentmindedly. 

“Water then. Hopefully that won’t ruin the pie, yes?”, you wrote down his order with a little chuckle.

”Any cream with the pie?” You asked. He nodded and off you went, pleasantly surprised by the polite giant. When you returned you were met with a smile. 

As you went on with your work you couldn’t help yourself from casting curious glances at him while he ate his pie. Then suddenly one of your glances was met with the sight of an empty booth. His car wasn’t even in the car park anymore. He’d vanished like a phantom. However as you approached his booth you saw what he’d left for you. The sight almost made you faint. Three dollars lay in a neat little pile on the table with a little note. Thankyou for being so kind. König. You called over Betsy who let out a dramatic gasp at the sight. “Jeez, Marli! I guess he liked you”

those words would end up being truer than you could ever imagine.

Hope y’all enjoyed it. I’m already working on part 2. 3 American dollars in 1945 is the equivalent of about $50 today btw. Our big Austrian boy is so silly sometimes hehe. Title comes from a song called it might as well be spring by Dick Haymes. It’s pretty cute hehe

[worldsetfree]

Stardust Crusaders × Reader: Motion Pictures

(+ bonus card at the bottom of the cereal box!)

Finally, you and your travelling band of troubadours have arrived at a hotel for the first time in days. It's early in the evening, everybody's exhausted, so you decide to retire to your rooms early and decompress. But you want to take some time, either with the group or your special someone and unwind with a movie.

(Trying to stay as canon-compliant as possible, so only movies that came out in or before 1988. Enjoy! Feedback welcome.)

I. THE MAGICIAN

Muhammad Avdol hasn't watched a lot of movies tbh. Down for most anything. Spending time with you is the true privilege.

Tbh I am struggling so much with picking a movie for him. His favourite movie canonically is Midnight Run, so maybe he'd recommend something like From Russia With Love?

I think he would let you pick if it was only the two of you and just be happy for the time together. He is the sweetest of men.

Respectfully tender. You want to share a blanket? You want snacks? You want to kiss? He's prepared and willing for anything.

Toasty warm if you want to cuddle. Leaves him delightly flustered.

V. THE HIEROPHANT

Omg this bean. 💕 Kakyoin Noriaki wants you to watch something that is of great personal significance to him but he's fearful of rejection.

He'll pick something a little bit artsy (and maybe pretentious), but something he holds dear to his heart. But it's Kakyoin, and he's also kind of a weirdo. He's gonna pick something a little out there like Blade Runner. The Princess Bride?

Please, bear with him. He's doing his best. Does the movie fit the vibe? Maybe not. But it's about being next to you.

Wants to cuddle, is too nervous to ask. You're gonna have to be the bold one here.

Watch his face flush to match his hair if you pull him in close and kiss his cheek. He's gonna want to do this every night from now on.

VII. THE CHARIOT

Oh Lord, Jean Pierre Polnareff has been waiting for this moment. He wants to fall in love. This is his chance to woo you, mademoiselle.

Already has a running list of appropriately romantic movies. Settles on Dirty Dancing (he is incorrigible). He doesn't actually care about the movie, this is all just a scheme to set the mood.

Chatty as fuck during the movie. Sweet nothings in your ear and distracted commentary on the movie. His stream of consciousness, really. Wants to see you blush.

Offers to let you sit/put your head in his lap. C'est magnifique if you take him up on that.

He is a gentleman, he won't try anything you don't want. He is going to ask to kiss you, though. Even if it's not the first time you've kissed today. He can't help himself.

IX. THE HERMIT

Joseph Joestar is either trying to inspire the group with some big moral lesson or he's leaning on his comfort films in private with you. No in-between.

"Comfort films" means Indiana Jones. That's it. There's a new one coming out next year, you know? You'll go see it with him, right? He's just as handsome as Sean Connery!

He's gonna try the ol' big yawn and stretch into holding you trick. Thinks he's slick.

Somehow he's already eaten the snacks. Pest. Will get more if you ask nicely.

The type of man who waits til you're very engrossed in the movie, then distracts you by kissing your neck. Success may vary. What do you mean Indiana Jones doesn't get you in the mood?

XVII. THE STAR

Good grief, why do you have to do this right now? Kujo Jotaro is tired and wants to sleep. You're so needy.

(He's thrilled by the idea and would love to turn his brain off for a night).

In front of the guys, he wants to watch some cool action movie. Top Gun? Yojimbo? More of a cinephile than he lets on. In private, he is more comfortable being the dork we know he is. Might suggest detective fiction or a documentary.

Adores these quiet moments of respite. Will play with your hair. Pamper him a little bit with soft affection and see his brows finally relax right before your eyes.

Will end up falling asleep on your shoulder, with his arms wrapped around you. Will beat up anybody that tries to tease him about it. RIP Joseph

0. THE FOOL

(He's a dog. Obviously platonic)

You're done. Fuck these guys. Fuck this whole trip. They have tried your patience for the last time today.

You and Iggy will cuddle up on a soft hotel bed and watch a Disney movie or something and have a self-care night.

Do a face mask. Realign your chakras. Enjoy strange flavours of gum. Live your best life.

Iggy is suprisingly okay with this turn of events. He lays in your lap and lets you pet him. Finally, he has found peace.

The men are distraught grumpy about missing out on this. Open the door, please. They're sorry, they promise they won't fuck up and do any stupid shit without listening to you again. Please!

Bonus Card:

IV. THE EMPORER

Baby, he's never wanted to do anything more in his life. He swears! Hol Horse loves taking time to unwind with you!

You already know this man is going to try to charm you with a spaghetti western. Fistful of Dollars it is.

THIS AIN'T HIS FIRST RODEO. He's already got all the pieces together to make this a proper romantic night. Popcorn? Check. Comfy seating? Check. Cologne? Check. Handsome smile? Baby, you're screwed.

Takes it slow, lets you make the first move. Will make you swoon.

Like a bandit, he is gone in the morning, with a note telling you he'll be back again soon and to keep him in your heart. ♡

[adhd-creativity]

ADHD and Gender

I've just thought about how possibly gender doesn't necessarily inherently change the way ADHD affects us (for example, articles stating that adhd makes men more hyperactive than women). But society and how we've been socialised from infants to align with our assigned gender most definitely does.

Example- my male colleague, I'll call him Ben, has combined type adhd just like me (innatentive and hyperactive). It's a lot more 'obvious' with him- he talks loudly about his interests, bounces around the room, and today he's left the staffroom distracted by something work-related. He's left a used mug, glass, and a dirty tuppaware out on the shared table.

My other colleagues complain about Ben to me- they feel safe doing this as I pass so easily as 'normal'. They call him inconsiderate and someone calls him gross. And I think privately to myself, I would so easily have done that too, but I'm too hyper-aware of the shame, the gossiping of everyone around me.

I also know- in a public space you can't leave your used things out on the table. Even if it's really hard to keep track of and not do accidentally. I know I am expected to be tidy (especially in public) and consider everyone around me at all times, even if it negatively affects me.

They don't know about when I hid a growing pile of used mugs and plates in my little office space until people started complaining things were missing, how I complained with them (lol). They don't know that I stayed super late one shift and filled a bag with the mugs and plates and sneaked them into the kitchen to wash, clanking guiltily as I went, having to soak and scrub them for more than an hour.

I don't know Ben's personal history, but maybe he grew up not being told to constantly keep on top of his own mess and chores. Maybe that's women's work. Or maybe he had a modern thinking family who encouraged him to take up the space he needed (not shrink yourself down, make room for boys that need that space) and to not care what others thought of him. Maybe they were annoyed by him leaving cups and plates and making a mess, but Ben's a boy, and boys are allowed to be messy.

Maybe Ben has been enouraged to speak loudly and proudly about his interests all his life, so now he tells people about them. Maybe he's never been told to be quiet, to not think so highly of himself, to let others talk first.

I don't know Ben- I just know that he's had a very different experience of the world than I have, even if we both do share ADHD.

And because he's maybe had the chance to be who he is, loud and chatty and chaotic, without society telling him to be quiet, smaller, neater - maybe thats why people like Ben get diagnosed when they are 8 years old. Maybe that's why I didn't get diagnosed until 30- after years of pushing and having to fight my case.

What do people think? I'd love to hear some other perspectives on this

(Disclaimer- this is not meant to be gender essentialist or man-hating. I think gender is a construct and although I've been socialised as a woman, I am non-binary. Also I am not a health care professional these are just my thoughts lol )

[angelltheninth]

Heterochromatic Jealousy

Pairing: Silco x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, jealousy, confessions, office sex, desk sex, fingering, clit sucking, gentle sex, rough sex, praise, oblivious Reader, protective Silco, flustered Silco

Word count: 3k

Ao3

A/N: Thanks so much to @dilfcoworshipper for commissioning this. It was so much fun to work on, I love Silco so much and it was interesting to write him being the flustered one.

Silco, in all the years that you knew him, was not a jealous man, not a man who would let his emotions get the better of him, no, he was always someone who could just glace at someone and tell them and let his eyes do all the talking, no raised voice necessary.

You could feel his eyes on you many times since you started working for him. His look would always be gentle, soft, caring, just like his smile. He always made you feel comfortable, the complete opposite of what you heard from other people. So why was he looking at you so intently now?

It's not that you're doing anything much different than usual. Your job is to talk to the patrons of the Last Drop, to get them drinks, make the atmosphere comfortable.

"So what do you say sweetheart? Are you up for a little party later? Maybe some drinks off work? Me and my friends could treat ya real good." The burly man winked at you, his eyes a little hazy from the drinks and drugs but he seemed to be holding himself better then his buddies.

"Oh well thank you. That's a very kind offer." You smile his way and see him puff out his chest, hear his friends snicker, "But I'm afraid I can't. My shift isn't over for a few more hours and I need to stay and clean up afterwards. But I'm glad you enjoy my company!" The man's smile deflated, his mouth now forming a deep frown.

"We can help. Get you to... finish faster." A lankier man next to him chimed in, his arm slinged over his friends shoulder, his smile slightly crocked, his lazy eyes traveling up and down your body.

You were about to decline for a second time when you saw all the color drain from their faces. You felt a familiar hand on your shoulder. Glancing to your side you saw Silco staring at the group, "She told you no. The lady has business with me after work. Don't ask her again. Am I clear?" All they could do was gulp and nod quickly, turning to their food again and eating as it fast as possible.

The rest of the shift went by pretty quietly. You only got occasional compliments from a few tables but none were as chatty with you after Silco's interruption from earlier.

"Gods today felt longer than usual." You stretch your arms high above your head as you close the door to Silco's office. For some reason he was intent on speaking to you tonight. "Would you mind if I sat down? I feel a little worn out."

Silco was still behind his desk, his eyes lingering on yours, "Of course go ahead. Make yourself comfortable." You give a firm nod and do just that. You've been to his office many times, sometimes while Jinx was here as well, but it never felt so... tense before.

"Did I do something-"

"Why do you entertain them?" Silco leaned back onto his chair, his fingers slowly tapping the wooden table. "They only wish to use you."

Whatever he was talking about seemed to go over your head for the moment, "I'm afraid I'm not following sir."

"Silco. You know you can call me by my name when you're off work." His voice was almost eerily calm, "And I'm referring to the group that was flirting with you today. Not just them either, I've noticed this several times before. I've you're going to flirt at least find people that aren't looking to pump and dump you. You deserve so much better than that."

Your cheeks heat up at the words 'pump and dump'. You may not be the most experienced but you know well enough what that means.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize that's what they meant. I just thought... I mean so many of the people that come here are so friendly, I just assumed they were the same." Looking back the look in their eyes was a little off. "I'll be more careful in the future. Thank you for telling me Silco, you're always looking out for others huh?" You smile warmly at him.

To your surprise he turns his face away, his lips pressed into a thin line before he speaks up, "I suppose. It's just that you're... you feel special, I have this need to be around you, to keep you safe, make sure you're alright and happy." He swallows hard before his eyes lock onto yours, "You mean a lot to me."

"Thank you! You mean a lot to me too. I'm really happy to have you in my life. You're one of the best people I've met, despite what others may say about you, I feel like I know this hidden side of you and, yes, it makes me feel happy. And safe." You were expecting Silco to return your smile, instead you got a sour frown.

The man sighed in his chair and stood up. He took careful steps towards you and only stopped when he loomed over you. From this angle you could see why others would be afraid of him, yet he still looked at you with those soft, yet slightly more determined that usual eyes.

"You don't seem to understand what I mean. And I've been hinting at it for a while. Quite frankly I thought I was being fairly obvious, Jinx certainly seemed to think so judging by her... colorful comments. But it seems like I'm going to have to spell it out for you, my dear." Oh, he never used that term before. For some reason it sent happy tingles down your spine. He leaned in closer, his hand gripping the beck of the couch next to your head, "I like you. I..." Up close you could make out the faint blush that dusted his face, "I'd like to date you. Kiss you." His eyes drifted to your lips, then past your neck, down to your breasts and past your stomach, "And more. If you would let me."

Seconds pass by like hours as you register his words. Suddenly all those compliments, those looks, those soft touches, those protective tendencies take on a whole different meaning. Your face turns completely red.

"I... how long have you... I mean... I guess I just never thought that you would actually..." You're feeling tongue tied in front of him for the first time since that day that you walked into his office. You were so nervous around him then. Over time the feeling melted away and was forgotten. And now it's back with a crushing force.

"For a few months. Well a few months since I've acknowledged that my feelings and desired go beyond the physical kind." Silco takes a deep breath and inches closer, his lips slowly closing in on yours, "If you don't want me, just tell me. I'll stop. If you... want to leave because you're feeling embarrassed, you can. But otherwise... I would very much like to have you right now, my dear."

Your body was heating up rapidly from his words and his gaze, you could only imagine what his touch will do to you. Well you don't really have to imagine. Not now, when he is inches away from you. So you close your eyes and lean in, your lips pressing firmly against Silco's own.

Silco's hand reaches up to gently cup your cheek and angle your head better, his tongue silently asking for entrance which you grant, along with a soft sigh.

"Thank you sweetheart. I'm very happy you feel the same." He pulls away, his thumb pressing over your lower lip and tilting your head backwards so his lips can travel along your neck. You arch into his touch, and tug on his tie, wanting him even closer.

"I'm sorry I haven't realized before. We could have been... hmmn... doing this earlier. Fuck! There! Bite me there again!" You feel him smile against your neck as he sinks his teeth over the spot just below your jaw. "Sorry."

His chuckle is only somewhat muffled, "Quite alright. I'll be sure to make up for all the time we've lost."

You expect him to lean closer, to push you onto the couch and have his way with you. Instead he gently wraps his hand around yours and walks you to his desk. With a small smirk he nods towards it. You look at the table then back at Silco, who's already removed his tie and is unbuckling his belt. "Oh." If at all possible your cheeks get even hotter than they already were. But the rush of heat you feel between your legs is more powerful than your nerves. "You like to do it on the desk?"

"Not often. I would like to eat you out on it. I feel like I could get a good eyeful of you that way don't you think." Silco licks his lips and cups the bulge in his boxers, giving his cock a firm tug, "And then I'll give you this too. But I want you taste you first."

Silco's hand traces over your thigh as you take a seat on the desk. The closer he gets to your center the more you part your thighs to accommodate him. "Yes." You hiss out when the pad of his index finger presses against your clothed clit, rubbing it in tight, little circles over your panties. "I'd love that. Please."

"Oh there's no need to beg sweetheart. I'll give you exactly what you want don't you worry." He pushes your panties to the side and circles your entrance, teasing just long enough to have you buck your hips against his hand. The moment you do so his finger sinks into your heat. All the way in. He keeps it there, as if memorizing the feeling of you around his finger. "I can't wait to have you wrapped around my dick."

He drops on his knees while haphazardly tossing his tie and vest behind him. You like him going slow but you really don't want to ruin your panties any further. Silco frowns as you push his hand away. His expression quickly turns back into a smile as you take your panties off. He grabs them before you can throw them away and pockets them for later, watching in delight as you bite your lower lip in embarrassment.

"Go ahead." Your hands go the back of his neck and bring him close to your already wet pussy.

"A pretty little thing aren't you?" His finger is back inside you before you can reply, followed closely by his mouth closing around your clit. Oh gods. The way he sucked and fingered you at the same time, his tongue alternating between circling the bud of nerves and rapidly swishing from side to side.

"Your finger. Curl it up. Pl- ah!" He already told you that you don't need to beg and he meant it. His finger was slow, moving in and out, and for some reason he started groaning against your clit, which only made it feel better.

"Fuck." He growled as he laid his tongue flat around your clit, "You taste better than I imagined. I think I'll have to make this a daily thing sweetheart." He growled again. This time you saw him move, saw him buck his hips, followed with a slightly slick sound. He was rubbing his cock. He was jerking off while fingering and eating out your cunt.

You needed him. You wanted him. How did you not notice how much you wanted him before?

He pulled his lips away, his lower chin slick with your juices as he smiled a little goofily up at you. "Are you ready for my cock? I'm sorry if I seem a little impatient, but I've been painfully hard since our kiss. Not to mention all the times I've jerked off to you before, imagining it was your pussy fluttering around me instead."

Fuck.

Your legs wrap around his lower back, pulling him forward so quickly that Silco almost fell over and crashed on top of you. His face is once again an embarrassing, and adorable, shade of pink.

"A little eager hm?" Silco smiles as he kisses your cheek, the further down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. His tongue swipes along your bottom lip asking for entrance. At the same time you feel the tip of his cock push inside you. It makes you gasp, providing Silco the opportunity to swirl his tongue around yours, hot moans escaping both of you.

Upon managing to get his cock fully inside of you he pulled his lips away, opting to kiss your neck instead, almost like he was gonna starve if he lets himself go without kissing you for too long.

He had yet to move his hips but his lips were all over you. Your neck, your jaw, your collarbones, and your breasts once he pushed your shirt and bra up, seemingly not having the patience to take them off fully.

Silco seemed intent on giving fucking you slow, savoring every sigh, every ripple of your walls around his cock, the feeling of warmth that came from having his cock fully enveloped in your pussy, having it open up and clench around him. His hips moving back and forth slowly, only occasionally snapping a little harder, giving you but a taste of what he can do for you. What he will do for you. You only need to say the word.

You groan close to his ear, bucking your hips into his, wanting to take in more of him, take him in deeper, faster, harder. More. Just more of him.

"What's the matter sweetheart? You seem a little... needy." He says that with such a smug expression and an even smugger tone of voice.

"Are you... fucking hell..." You bite your lip as slides his cock deep, his hips flush against yours, keeping you pinned against the table, "You're doing this on purpose aren't you?"

"Doing what?" He pulls out agonizingly slow and then back in. In and out, each time staying inside a little longer, "I'm trying to have my fill of you my darling. Is that wrong of me?"

"No." You let out a half groan, half sigh as he thrusts in slightly harder, "I do like this side of you." Your lips find his neck, leaving your own marks on his, "But right now I really want you to rail me." You whisper into his ear, your voice low and sultry, dripping with need.

His hips snap forward at your request. "Do you? Hmm... perhaps I will. As punishment." You moan loudly against his neck as he starts to pick up the pace, "Maybe this way you won't let random costumers flirt with you tomorrow. If you even go to work tomorrow. Maybe you'll want to spend a few days locked away in my bedroom huh? Just you and me? Making up for all that lost time."

"Hmm..." Your head swims with the possibilities of what the two of you could get up to during those few days. The fantasies blur your vision, "Fuck, the things I'd do with you."

"That's my line. I promise I'll make you feel wonderful sweetheart. Because you... right now your cunt is like heaven around my cock." The wet, slick sounds of his cock thrusting in and out make your legs cramp up around him, your head falls back and your mind shatters with the pleasurable intensity of your orgasm crashing over you. "Good. That's so fucking good my darling. Keep clenching around my cock just like that. Let me take everything you have, every ounce of pleasure, every sigh, every moan."

Your back arches against him before you go completely slack on the desk. Silco's lips are back on your neck as he chases his own high. By the way his cock pulses you're expecting him to finish inside of you at second now. Except that he pulls out. Slowly but sill causing you to whimper from the slight sting. He takes his hard cock in his hand, his eyes locked on yours as he shoots his cum all over your stomach and tits.

"Why..." You take a deep breath to steady yourself, "Why did you pull out?"

He huffs, "Well darling, while I'm sure it would feel wonderful to finish inside you, I'm already a father, and she is more then a handful at the moment."

"At the moment?" You tease.

"At the moment." Silco smiles and gives you a peck on the cheek, then one on the lips. His eyes travel down your body, taking in his handiwork, "As lovely as you look covered in my cum like that, we should get cleaned up don't you think? I can have towels brought here for us. And some food and drinks as well."

"I could go for something to drink actually." Silco nods and gets himself to look presentable again. He tells you to wait, he'll only be gone for a few minutes. You lean back on the table, your arm thrown over your head. Well you just fucked your boss as well as your friend. And you loved every second of it.

You hear the door open and close, the key turning in the lock. Silco sets a trey of food and water on the table. Wine is nice but you don't need to get any more alcohol for the night.

"Hold still darling." Silco gently wipes you down, all the more careful when he reaches your inner thighs. "You alright?"

"Fine. Just a little tired." You stand up on shaky legs, Silco's arms wrapping around your back and pulling you back towards the couch where he sits you down next to him.

"Maybe you can convince your boss to give you a day off?" There's that twinkle in his eyes again. Except this time you know exactly what it means. You look back down towards his crotch, a very subtle outline of his cock visible.

"Maybe in the morning." You snuggle up to his chest, sighing as Silco puts his arms around your shoulders and kisses your forehead. Now you really wish you've noticed his feelings sooner, because damn, he is as good at cuddling as he is at fucking.

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

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CHAPTER 37

IT'LL NEVER CHANGE ME AND YOU

A/N: I don't even know where to begin. This was my first fanfic ever, and I have loved writing every single part of it! And I am just so, so, so honored that many of you have enjoyed reading it. It means the world to me! Thank you, thank you, thank you! 💗

A big shout-out to all of the beautiful people who listened to my ramblings, let me bounce ideas off of them, and were just all around supportive! I'd list you all but there are just so many. However, I absolutely have to mention my bestie @watermelonsugacry for being here for me since Day 1! 💗

So here it is. The final official chapter of EWTNC! Enjoy, lovies!

💗 Bee xx

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>> Warnings: 18+ ONLY: explicit language, fingering, unprotected penetration (birth control), minimal choking, start of 1D hiatus

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Dec 13th, 2015 - X Factor Finale

The past weeks have been quite a ride. You and Harry spent a few days in England with both of your families, and then it was off for (what you feel has been) the busiest time for the guys.

It's been endless interviews, such as Jonathon Ross, Ellen, Jimmy Kimmel, The Chatty Man, etc. And a multitude of performances, such as the Royal Variety Live and X-Factor Australia, to name a few. Plus, the AMAs, and the BBC Awards, to top it all off.

You got to meet the infamous Gwen Garcia when she interviewed the boys again, and you recently got to witness Harry get a tattoo on The Late Late Show with James Cordon.

But today… today feels like the wildest one of all. Today is their last performance as One Direction.

You climb onto the bed just as your second alarm goes off and prop yourself up on your elbow, staring at your beautiful boyfriend.

Harry really is so beautiful, and amazing, and you can't believe the journey you've been on since the day you accepted that internship. You would have never guessed this is how it would go.

You smile, and stroke his cheek, placing a gentle kiss on it.

"H… wake up…"

"No." He replies.

"Babe, I've got something for you." You scoot closer and kiss the top of his shoulder.

"What is it?"

"It's a surprise."

"I like the bed too much, can we just stay here?"

"Perfect, this surprise does not involve leaving the bed…" you state, a hint of seduction in your voice.

His eyes shoot open and he immediately turns onto his side. You bite your lip as his gaze slowly travels down your body, taking in the sight of the black lingerie set you snuck on a few moments earlier.

"Fucking hell." He whispers.

"Good morning." You smirk.

"Yes it is." He grins. "What's all this for?"

You prop yourself up more and start to kiss his chest. "Well, I've got this sexy outfit… and a sexy boyfriend…"

"Are you trying to distract me from what today is?"

"Maybe." You reply, sliding your leg over his hips to straddle him, and moving your lips to his neck. "Is it working?"

He places his hands on your thighs, rubbing them up and down. "Maybe."

You slowly begin to grind on him, extracting an intense hiss from his lips.

"It's starting to work." He smirks.

You feel him already hard underneath you, so you move a bit harder and kiss along his jawline. His hands move over your hips and around to your ass, sliding them underneath your panties. You bring your lips to his, not bothering to wait before you slide your tongue inside. He pulls back slightly and exhales deeply.

"Definitely working." He whispers.

You pull your hips up and move one hand down into his briefs to grab his cock, stroking up and down at a leisurely pace.

"Oh my god. Lemme…" He whispers. "Lemme take these off."

He tugs on his briefs, so you swing your leg back off, and help to slide them down his legs. His cock springs out and you can't help biting your bottom lip.

"As sexy as that outfit is… it needs to go." He demands, and you giggle. "Please."

You quickly remove the bra and panties, and straddle him again. You give his cock a few more pumps and line it up with your entrance, looking at him for confirmation before sliding down onto him.

Your head tips back and mouth drops, still always taken back by how thick he feels inside of you. You start to roll your hips and he holds your waist, running one hand up and stopping just under your left breast.

"This looks amazing on you, baby." He begins to gently run his fingers over your new tattoo.

Your glance falls down to watch, as he scans every inch of the thin ink on your ribcage. His gaze travels up to your face, and he smiles when he meets your eyes.

Your body leans down onto him, resting your elbows next to his ears, so your fingers can get tangled in his curls.

You rest your forehead on his, starting to slowly glide up and down on his cock. A breathy moan begins to escape your lips with the motion, and a deep, subtle grunt begins to escape his.

Both of his hands move to your hips, as you slide back down his cock, and he hisses as he pulls you against him even further.

"You feel so good on me." He whispers.

You kiss his neck, then sit back up on him, placing your hands behind you onto his thighs.

"Oh god." He groans out. "S-so… so good."

He grabs your hips tighter and bucks up into you with his own, both moving at a steady pace to keep in rhythm with each other.

"Fuck. I need it faster baby." He moans. "Can I?"

"Yes."

Right then, he begins to thrust up with force, your bodies slamming together as he pulls you down onto him and gets even deeper.

"Oh my god." Your mouth drops open and your eyes squeeze shut.

"Yeah… that's it, that's… that's good." He moans out. "Right there, right?"

"Yes. Fuck. Yes." You reply, leaning forward again and grabbing the headboard behind him, tilting your head back as you feel him completely within you, each one of his movements providing the perfect amount of pleasure.

He slowly runs his right palm up against your skin, stroking your butterfly tattoo with his thumb, and cupping your left breast.

You let out a subtle exhale, which causes him to thrust up harder into you, and moan out.

"I'm… Harry… I'm close…" You begin to pant.

"Me… fuck…" He moans out loudly. "Me too."

He begins to thrust harder and deeper, reaching the very back with ease, and every sense inside you is heightened as he thrusts in, and pulls out.

His grunts become deep, and labored with his breathing.

"Fuck, Y/N… it feels so… fucking… good."

"Yeah… it… oh god…"

"Shit. I can't wait, baby… fuck!" He grabs your hips to hold you down, as his movements become sloppy. "Y/N…"

"Close!"

"God, baby, I… Fuck. Fuck!" He moans out, slamming into you once more, and again. "Oh! Fuck!"

With one last, deep thrust up, he spills into you and you feel the rush of his release filling you up. He continues to move in and out, maintaining his fast pace as he works through his orgasm and brings you to your own.

"Harry! I'm gonna…"

"Go on, baby."

"Oh god. Oh my god!"

He grabs your chin and points it down to him as your mouth drops open. You keep your eyes fixated on him as your walls squeeze tight and body releases onto his cock.

"Fuck." You giggle, falling down onto him, with your face burrowing in his neck. Your chests are rising and falling together as you both come down.

"I could do that forever." He chuckles, and you push yourself up slightly to see a mischievous smirk on his face.

You kiss his jaw, the corner of his mouth, then the center of his lips. He pulls you back, running one hand through your hair and tucking some strands behind your ear.

"I want more." He exclaims, biting his lower lip and running his hands up and down your waist.

"Really?"

"M'never gonna get enough of you… "

You giggle.

"But can I get some more right now?

"Okay."

He sits himself up, grabbing around your waist, and flipping you over onto your back. His lips immediately meet that spot on your neck that is just for him, and makes his way to your earlobe.

"You're so good to me." He whispers.

No words escape your lips, just a sweet moan, as he reaches his fingers down and circles your clit.

"Safe?"

"Yes, H. Please." You plead.

Without hesitation, he slides his fingers into you and slowly pulls them back out. With the sensitivity from your orgasm still lingering, you let out a louder moan as you grab his shoulders, causing him to pump his fingers faster.

"Oh my god." You breathe out. "Feels… so good."

He pumps in and out, still kissing your neck, then in and out again.

"M'already hard again." He smirks. "Are you ready?"

You nod.

He pulls his fingers out, grabbing his cock and rubbing his tip against your wet entrance before gently pushing in.

He moans loudly and your hands reach up for his hair.

He rests one hand by your ear, as the other grabs your hip, and he pushes himself in faster. You feel every inch of him inside of you, every single part of his cock gliding against your walls. Every moment of pressure when his tip hits all the way inside of you.

You can see the sweat glistening around his forehead, and his necklaces dangling in front of you, as some curls come loose from his bun. You can see the muscles of his chest quickly rise and fall with each motion, and his gaze fixated on the spot where he's entering you.

You can't get enough of him either, and decide to ask for something new.

"H-... Harry…" you whisper.

"Yeah."

"Can… oh god… mmm… can we try something?"

"Yeah."

You slide one hand down his shoulder, and his arm, until you grab the hand that was holding your hip. He shifts his weight as you slide it up your body. His breathing is quickening even more as it moves against your skin and stops at the base of your neck.

"Just… just a little… hold it just a little?" You breathe out, moving it slightly over your neck.

"Oh fuck." He moans out. "Are… are you sure?"

You nod. "Yes. I'm sure. Please."

You close your eyes as you let go and throw your hands above your head.

"Safe, baby?"

"Mhmm."

He holds his hand gently in place and quickly moves his other, grabbing onto yours above your head, making sure a majority of his weight is focused on that arm.

"Oh god, yes." You moan.

"Fuck, Y/N." He starts thrusting in harder, and deeper, hitting the back of you with each motion.

"Oh my god."

"Yes, baby! Feel good?"

"Yes. Yes."

He grunts deeper as he removes his hands from yours and grabs onto the headboard, giving him more leverage to thrust with even more ferocity.

"Yes. Oh my god. Yes."

"Fuck… so fucking good!"

"Harry… oh my-..."

"Baby, so… fucking good."

"I'm… go-... I'm gonna…"

"Cum baby… cum..."

"Oh… fuck, Harry."

You grab onto his wrist and buck up your hips, as every inch of you is filled with a sensational pleasure.

"Yes! Oh my-... yes!"

Your walls squeeze him tightly as your orgasm hits, and he moans out deeply.

"M'so close." He grunts. "So… fucking… fuck!"

He thrusts in deep for the last time as he squeezes his eyes shut and his mouth drops open. You feel every drop of his release fill you up as he breathes his way through it.

As you both start to come down, he opens his eyes and meets yours, displaying a wide grin across his face, and removes his hand from your throat.

"Did you like it?"

"A lot!" You admit, biting your lower lip.

"I love you so fucking much." He states, leaning down for a kiss. Your hands grab his face as your lips move with his, and you moan against his mouth before pulling away.

"I love you too."

"Round three?" He chuckles.

"No fucking way." You reply, shaking your head. "You've gotta be able to perform tonight."

"Oh, I'll perform-"

"That's not what I meant." You roll your eyes.

He bites his lower lip and gives you one more kiss. He pushes himself up and slowly pulls out of you. He rolls to the side and lays on his back next to you.

"Don't wanna go out there if I can get this all day."

"Yes you do." You turn onto your side, propping yourself up on your elbow and running your other hand through his hair. "You want to go out there."

"Yes." He sighs. "I do."

~~~~~

"Alright, Rockstar. What's the big news?" You ask, sitting on the couch in his dressing room, slightly trying to avoid seeing anyone else and being completely enveloped in sobbing.

"Well, I, umm…" He clears his throat and sits down next to you, taking your hand in his. "I've been talking to Harry Lambert…"

"A legend. Yes."

"Right." He chuckles. "And, umm, well, he sort of wants to be my stylist for future stuff."

You stare blankly into his eyes, not really knowing what this means for you. You have decided to take a break from working, have some time off vacationing and just being with Harry, and figure out what it is that you really want to do next.

"Okay…"

"Well, I… umm… I told him about my amazing and talented girlfriend…"

"Oh?" Your heart starts to race, still unsure what this means.

"And that you're a stylist…"

"Harry! For fucks sake! Get to the point!"

"He wants to work with you. Or, umm, you work with him. While he… works with me, I guess."

"I'm sorry." Your mouth drops open and you feel like your brain may have just glitched. "What the hell did you just say?"

"Harry Lambert wants you to work for him as part of my styling team." He grins, squeezing your hand as you continue to just stare.

"I…"

"Would you want to do that?" He asks, suddenly furrowing his brow.

"I…"

"I mean, I know there's the whole 'don't mix business with pleasure' or whatever, but we've already broken that rule, a long time ago!" His serious expression fades and he lets out a laugh.

"But…" You clear your throat. "Is he giving me the job because I'm your girlfriend?"

Harry sits up straight and his serious expression returns. "No, Y/N. I told him you helped me pick out my suit for tonight. I told him about all the times you've tried to get me to dress outside the box. He really does want to work with you."

"Are you being serious? You're not joking? This is real?"

"F'course! I wouldn't lie about this!"

"Holy shit!" You lunge over to him, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into his neck. "Harry, I… this is… thank you!"

He kisses your temple and grabs your shoulders, pulling you back and looking you right in the eyes.

"You deserve this." He states, and your eyes respond by forming a few tears.

[Better get used to it because it definitely won't be the last time it happens today]

Your hands cup his cheeks as your gaze drops to his lips, and you slowly lean in closer for a tender kiss. One of his hands moves to the back of your head, raking his fingers through your hair for a moment before resting his palm on it and pulling you in deeper.

"Shit. Don't hate me." You hear, causing Harry to immediately pull back, and frown, as he refuses to look anywhere but your eyes.

"I can't even believe how many times this has happened…" Harry mumbles. "Yes, Niall?"

"S'just that I wanted to tell ya… the boys wanna have, uh, a last huddle before we go on stage."

"Now?" Harry asks, raising an eyebrow in Niall's direction.

"No, I'd say, maybe forty minutes?"

"Okay, so… I have time to hang out with my girlfriend before I get ready?"

"Guess so." Niall agrees.

"Alright, I'm just letting you know, m'here with Y/N right now, and I'll be there in forty minutes, so you don't need to come back…"

You smack Harry's arm. "Harry don't be a dick."

He turns back to you and peppers a few kisses you on the cheek, causing you to giggle.

"Right. Sorry Nialler." He winks towards his friend.

"M'so happy you two are together. Thanks to me f'course. I can't wait for you two to get hitched and make those babies!" He laughs. "You won't stop me then, m'gonna be around for that f'sure!"

"Oh my god, Nialler. Is that all life can be after One Direction? Marriage and babies?" You laugh loudly, shaking your head.

"You know I want to, right?" Harry states, looking over to you with a genuinely serious expression, as your head snaps over towards his.

"Oh shit! Is it happening right now?" Niall asks excitedly.

Harry growls, but displays a smirk on his face. "No, Niall. But respectfully, get out!"

"Alright… m'gonna go…" Niall utters, quickly turning around and jogging out the door.

"Sunshine, m'not gonna promise when it'll happen, but I can promise that I plan on marrying you someday." He grins. "The near future is so uncertain right now, like, just with my career and stuff, and I want to get a handle on those things, but… I want you in my future."

"Holy shit." You mumble, attempting to swallow the lump in your throat. "And… you really want… babies…?"

"Are you joking? Mini Y/Ns running around? Absolutely!" He smiles, showing off that amazingly distracting dimple. "I want it all with you. I mean it when I say that I love you, always."

"I love-..." You try to respond, but are overtaken by your racing heart and labored breathing, and words seem to be disappearing before they can leave your lips.

"Unless… unless you don't want to…" his head drops low and he winces, seemingly preparing for an answer that he doesn't want to hear.

[You've seen that face before, and you plan on never seeing that face again]

"What?" You lift his chin to meet your eyes. "Harry, I do! I want it all. With you!"

He immediately grabs your face and places the most passionate kiss on your lips. He pulls back, only enough to rest his forehead on yours, as he lets out a relieved breath and smiles.

"M'gonna marry you, Y/N. You're the love of my life, and I want you in it forever."

"And I will be."

"I love you, Sunshine. Always."

I love you too, Rockstar." You smile, staring into the seemingly sparkling eyes. "Never a question."

~~~~~

Gathered around in a huddle, you watch as the each guy says a few words to the other three, and you smile as you lean against the wall.

You feel a nudge on your shoulder and look to see Natalie leaning next to you.

"Life's gonna be dull after this." She states, a subtle shakiness to her voice. "I'm gonna miss it."

You take a large gulp as you try to keep yourself together. Not that you're afraid to show the emotion, but you don't want to miss these last moments with them. The last moments of calm before they take the stage. The last moments of encouragement to each other to do their best. The last moments of sharing a bond with each other that only those four could understand.

[These thoughts are really not helping you to keep it together]

"As crazy as this was, and as crazy as they are… I'm definitely gonna miss it." She adds.

"Nat…" You clear your throat. "Thanks for getting me here."

Her head shoots over to yours, with a confused look on her face. "You got us here, honey, this whole thing was your idea."

"What?"

"You asked Heather about internships, you encouraged me to apply with you. You got scared for a minute, yeah, and I just encouraged you further…" She grabs your hand. "But this was all because of you! You wanted to take the leap, not me."

"Huh." You furrow your brow and your eyes drop to the floor, as you process what you were just told.

"You were always bolder than what you gave yourself credit for. And look where it got us… where it got you." You look up as she points over to the guys, and the surrounding area backstage.

Harry's eyes flicker over to you and he smiles, quickly turning them back to the group after a moment.

Your heart flutters. Not just because of Harry, but because of all of them. Because of the whole experience. And because you got to share it with her.

"Thank you for always being by my side, Nat." You utter, squeezing her hand back as you turn to see her glassy eyes.

"Thanks for always having that spot open for me." She replies, and tiny tears fall from each of your cheeks.

You purse your lips and let out a deep breath as you both turn back to the boys.

They pat each other on the back and Louis suddenly points to the both of you.

"Oi, ladies, get over 'ere!"

"No, this is your thing." You state.

"No… this is our thing. It includes you now." Liam replies.

You and Natalie push off the wall and walk over to the group. Louis holds his arm out to you, and you squeeze in between him and Niall, standing across from Harry.

He gives you a wink, and puts his arm around Natalie as she scoots up next to him and Liam.

You see him bend down closer to her, mouthing 'I knew you didn't hate me', and making her roll her eyes. She looks up to him and whispers back 'it was only for a moment'.

[Okay… okay… no tears yet, Y/N…]

"Well… I'd just like to say…" Niall stutters, clearing his throat.

"Bloody hell, Niall, it doesn't have to be a speech!" Louis exclaims. "We love you, ladies. We've got along with our crew b'fore, but you two are family now. And that won't change."

[Not… yet… hold… on…]

"You've been amazing since day one." Liam adds.

"And we love you." Niall clears his throat again, and turns to you. "So much."

"Fuck you all, I hate crying." Natalie whispers with a chuckle and squeezes the guys next to her. "Love you too."

"Haz?" Niall asks, causing everyone to look his way.

"I… shit… Well I…" He looks at you with a closed lip smile, turns to Natalie with the same expression, and then drops his gaze to the floor. "Shit. I can't. I love you both."

"Especially Y/N…" Louis jokes, making kissing noises and everyone else joins in.

"You're all idiots." Harry chuckles.

"Alright. Well, that's that then." Niall states quickly.

"What the fuck? What about me?" You reply.

"Oh no. M'not letting you say anything."

"What? Why?"

"I can't be sobbing on stage, Superstar!"

"Too fucking bad!" You exclaim. "And I'm giving a fucking speech, Tommo!"

He lets out a sigh and squeezes you into him. "Fine."

[Damn it. What can you even say that sums this whole thing up?]

You grab onto Louis' and Niall's waists, your eyes meeting each of theirs for a few moments before you finally manage to form some words.

"I am so proud of you guys." You clear your throat as the first hint of tears, completely disobeying you, start to form at the corners of your eyes. "I am so grateful that I got to witness even a small sliver of this journey you've been on. Thank you for letting me, us, be a part of it."

Your gaze drops to the ground and you cough to clear the lump in your throat.

"This has been the best time of my life." You add.

"Damn." Natalie chuckles. "That was good."

The six of you squeeze in for a big group hug, sniffles coming from you and all your friends.

You pull away, straighten up, and scan the faces of your favorite boy band.

"Now go out there and make Simon fucking weep or something!" You laugh, quickly joined by the rest of them.

Louis turns to you and shrugs his arms, reaching out for a hug.

"You're the best, Y/N, seriously. Bonded for life, yeah?" He grins.

"Yeah! Who else am I gonna prank people with, Tommo?" You chuckle, tightening your hug as he kisses your cheek and pulls away.

"Partners in crime, love. You 'n me!" He winks, and walks over to Natalie.

Liam comes up next and wraps one arm around your shoulders. "Alright, darling, I'm not saying goodbye, because that's ridiculous. We'll have lunch and stuff when we're in the same place."

"I'm holding you to that."

"I'll buy the first one." He smiles, letting go and moving away.

Niall, hands in his pockets, shuffles over to you. "I can't do this with ya."

"Niall…"

"Don't do it. Don't you start crying on me!" He points his finger as he moves closer.

"We're gonna see each other all the time! Right?" You sniffle, reaching out for a hug.

"Oh, loads! You're one of m'best friends. Plus I like getting Harry all riled up. S'fun." He giggles. "But I guess m'gonna have to learn to dress m'self!" He states, letting out the huge, famous 'Niall laugh'.

You shake your head and kiss his cheek, before pulling away. He takes a deep breath, and you can see the tears starting to gather in his eyes.

You help straighten out his sleek, dark suit and maroon tie. "There… made you beautiful." You state, giving him a wink.

He turns around and makes his way to get set up with his earpieces.

Harry slinks his way over to stand right in front of you.

"You know, I am grateful that you got to be a part of this too." He places a soft kiss on your forehead before resting his own against it. "But it definitely wasn't a small part, Sunshine."

He holds your face in his hands, sending heat through your cheeks, as he gazes at your lips. You bite your bottom one, and he quickly leans in to kiss them.

You reach your hands over and grab his biceps, causing him to smile against your mouth.

You pull away and stare into his beautiful, comforting green eyes, and your butterflies come alive. You doubt they will ever leave at this point.

[There's a reason you got that tattoo]

"This is gonna be a bit weird isn't it?" You ask.

"A bit, yeah. But…" he places another tender kiss on your lips. "I have you…" and another kiss. "So I actually don't care what else happens. I love you."

One more kiss is placed and a sound tech is calling him over to get prepped to go on stage.

"Always." He grabs your hand and walks you with his as he grabs his earpiece.

"Never a question."

You look up at him, admiring everything about him and finally allowing yourself to embrace every emotion this moment is providing for you both.

"You lot know we'll see each other after the show though, yeah?" Louis laughs, seeing everyone nod through their tears.

"You look beautiful by the way." He states, stroking the arm of your black and white puff sleeve blazer.

"So do you! Rockstar vibes for sure!" You wink, taking another look at his floral red Gucci suit. "Now get to work, Mr. Styles!"

They engage in their pre-performance chant, one last time, and you see each one take a deep breath before walking out together.

You quickly make your way around backstage and out into the audience, finding your seat in the front row next to Natalie, slightly to the side of where Harry will be.

You fidget with your necklace as you sit through the announcer's introduction of a video that has been specially made for One Direction.

Multitudes of people appear on the screen, each individually congratulating them on an amazing five years together, expressing their love for them, and making jokes to -at least for you- lighten and distract from the sad mood of the moment.

You glance over at the guys, whose arms are wrapped around each other's waists, and you grab Natalie's hand.

"I'm not gonna make it through this." You chuckle.

"I'm already not." She replies, and you turn towards her to see her already tear soaked cheeks.

"For fucks sake, Nat. If you're already gone then there's no chance for me!"

As the video wraps up, the guys turn back around. You giggle as you see Niall joke that he needs a drink after watching it.

[You'll need one or three after this]

You bring your hands to your chest, over your heart. It is thudding so strongly. It truly sinks in that you are about to watch their last performance together. You let a sharp inhale in as the rhythmic clapping on the backup track starts and everyone immediately joins in.

Harry starts off the song.

(History)

You gotta help me

I'm losing my mind

Keep getting the feeling,

you wanna leave this all behind

Thought we were going strong

I thought we were holding on

Aren't we?

You know this song isn't about you, but you start to think about your own journey with these guys.

No, they don't teach ya

This is school

Now my heart's breaking

and I don't know what to do

Thought we were going strong

I thought we were holding on

Aren't we?

You left this once. You left them once. And it was actually the hardest thing to do.

You and me got a whole lot of history

We can be the greatest team

That the world has ever seen

You and me got a whole lot of history

So don't let it go

We can make some more

We can live forever

You are so glad you came back. It ended up being the best decision you've ever made. You love them. You love them all.

All of the rumors

All of the fights

But we always find a way

to make it out alive

Thought we were going strong

Thought we were holding on

Aren't we?

As they enter into the chorus again, tears are trickling down your cheeks. Streaming down your face, actually. Harry looks over to you and then starts singing with Niall. Watching, admittedly, your two favorite guys, you completely lose it. You can barely finish singing the rest of the chorus, your voice being held back by the lump in your throat.

Mini bars, expensive cars,

hotel rooms, and new tattoos

And the good champagne,

and private planes,

They don't mean anything

'Cause the truth is out, I realize

that without you here life is just a lie

This is not the end

This is not the end

We can make it, you know it, you know

They aren't just famous singers to you, they are your friends, and your family.

[Those four have changed your life forever]

You and me got a whole lot of history

We could be the greatest team

that the world has ever seen

You and me got a whole lot of history

So don't let it go

We can make some more

We can live forever

[You'll always have them]

You and me got a whole lot of history

We could be the greatest team

that the world has ever seen

You and me got a whole lot of history

So don't let it go

We can make some more

We can live forever

[Harry has changed your life forever]

So don't let me go

So don't let me go

We can live forever

[And you'll always have him]

Baby don't you know

Baby don't you know

We can live forever

[Forever]

~~~~~

Fast Forward

July 13th, 2017 - Dunkirk Premiere

"Y/N, lady, hold still."

"Yeah. Kind of a little nervous here, Lou."

"It's just a movie premiere…" Natalie chuckles.

"Then you do it!"

"Oh I would, except my man isn't the one starring in a World War 2 movie." She smirks.

There's a knock at the door, and Natalie walks over to answer it.

"Hello, ladies. Am I allowed to see her?" That sultry British accent asks.

"That's for weddings, you dope. You're allowed to see your lady before a movie premiere." She chuckles and she lets him in.

"I've done neither, Nat. How would I know?" He rolls his eyes as he makes his way behind you, twirling you around from the mirror to look you up and down. He scans every inch of your fully beaded red fitted gown.

"God, you're gorgeous!" He exclaims. "Can we have a minute alone, ladies?"

Natalie and Lou look at each other and scowl as they make their way to the door.

"Don't fucking mess up any of my work, Styles, or I will come for you!"

They close the door behind them and he pulls you in by your waist.

"You really do make that dress work, Y/N." He utters, placing the most gentle kiss on your lips.

"And you are really working that suit, Mr. Styles! I'm glad Lambert picked those shoes." You reply, looking from his dark blue-green Gucci suit, white shirt, and down to his red embroidered boots.

"We look perfect together." Another gentle kiss placed on your lips.

"Well hopefully it'll distract from the intense sweat that'll be dripping down my face and arms." You state, fidgeting with your necklace as you timidly look up to him.

"Are you nervous?" He asks, his brow furrowing with concern.

"Yes! I've never done this before!" You shake your head. "Harry, there's a lot of cameras and I'm not anyone important. Not enough to walk the carpet for a movie premiere! You don't need to bring me along with you, I can just go inside with your mom."

"I'll never push you to do it if you're not comfortable." He holds up your chin. "But I asked you to do it because you are important. To me. And I always love when you're by my side."

Both his hands drop down to both of yours, and he gives your left one a kiss.

"Plus, we'll have some nice professional photos of us as a couple." He smirks.

"We'll have plenty of those." You smile and shake your head.

"So do you want to go with me?"

"Yes. I want to go with you."

"Great! 'Cause I can't not take you out looking like that!" He moves his hands to your body, sliding them down to your ass. "Fucking gorgeous."

"Lou was serious. She will kill you…"

"We better leave now then."

~~~~~

"Are you ready, Sunshine?"

"Yes."

"Thank you for being here with me." He grins, showing off that beautiful, and persuasive dimple.

"Anytime, Rockstar." You wink, taking a deep breath as the driver opens the car door for Harry. He steps out of the car, walking around the back and giving a two-fingered wave to the cameras and fans, buttoning up his jacket.

He makes his way to your door, and grabs your hand as it opens. As soon as your feet touch the ground, flashes and screams erupt, and you almost fall back in surprise.

Harry instantly interlaces his fingers with yours as you are both led around to the start of the walkway.

A coordinator walks up and leans closer to Harry to speak over the noise.

"Mr. Styles, we'll have you walk up ahead to take some solo photos and sign some autographs, and once you make it to the prop plane up ahead, Miss Y/L/N may join you for more of photos and some interviews. It's your choice which of those she can stand with you for."

"Are you serious?" He furrows his brow. "All of them."

You look up to see him smile and he squeezes your hand once more before letting go and walking ahead.

You stay back with his manager, Jeff, and a security guard as you watch with admiration at how Harry handles the overwhelming demands from paparazzi and adoration from fans.

[He's good at everything he does]

As you slowly move down the carpet behind him, you see a few young girls at the front of the barricade waving in your direction. You are concerned you are too close to another actor so you look around quickly to find where you should be standing instead, but don't see anyone except the other two of Harry's entourage.

You turn back to them and realize they are waving at you. Your heart stops for a moment. This time you don't feel worried, like you did a couple of years ago. This time you just feel honored.

There wasn't an official announcement, that just felt weird, but you have been photographed together a lot since the hiatus - holding hands, getting a quick kiss on the forehead or cheek, etc. And Harry has never been concerned about it like he was before. He likes being able to take you out, and be seen with you.

You give those girls a quick wave, and a subtle smile appears on your face as they jump up and down in response.

[You didn't realize it could feel so nice to be acknowledged by his fans]

As soon as Harry comes close to the prop plane, he turns around and walks back a few steps to grab your hand.

"This feels much better, thank you." He chuckles, leading you in front of the plane, as a background for more paparazzi.

His arm wraps around your waist, and he effortlessly moves his gaze around for everyone to get their chance at a photo.

"You still alright?" He asks, squeezing your waist.

"Definitely." You quickly reply, feeling a flutter in your heart, as you feel so safe in his arms.

After a minute or two more, he holds your hand again as you move onto the area for interviews.

You attempt to let go and stand off to the side, but he holds on tighter and gently pulls you in close.

"Stay with me, please" He whispers. "I don't wanna let go of this moment."

A pink hue rushes to your cheeks and your butterflies return, as you simply nod your head.

He walks over to the first interviewer, who politely acknowledges you before the camera turns on, then proceeds to ask questions about Harry's role in the movie.

The next few are the same, with some commenting on Harry's fame being a factor in the movie's success. His fingers are interlaced with yours the entire time, with his thumb occasionally rubbing along your skin, as he answers more questions.

"Hi. How are you?" He greets the next interviewers as one gets straight into her questions.

"How does it feel to have a movie premiere like this that you're such a key part of?" She asks.

You turn to Harry as he begins to answer, but his words are not what you are able to focus on. Your eyes gaze over his face. His shorter but still curly locks, his gorgeous eyes, his amazing smile, and his seductively deep dimples. You admire the passion you see as he speaks about the film he has been a part of. His focus is in the movie and never on himself. You're in awe of who he is and how he handled himself with all of this. And you get to be the one by his side.

[You're glad you came, you don't want to be anywhere else]

You're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the next question.

"What about the 1D guys? Have they been very supportive? Have they sent you gifts? Best wishes?" The other interviewer asks.

You quickly hide a smile under your free hand, knowing that Niall threatened to show up today and help you get ready. 'To return the favor of always making him beautiful', were his words.

"They have been very supportive actually. Yeah, umm, I was talking to them today, kind of saying that they were excited to see the film and everything, so yeah. It's been a lot of fun."

"And what about this lovely lady beside you?" She asks, motioning in your direction.

"Y/N is my biggest fan!" He turns to you and grins, squeezing your hand yet again. "She's actually the one who encouraged me to do the movie, so I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her."

"We love that. We love that." She looks down at your hands linked together and smiles, looking back up to the both of you. "And I know that you two don't go out of your way to show off your relationship to the world, but…"

You gulp, not knowing what to except the next part of the question to be.

"But I can see something that is very telling." She points down. "Can I… would I be able to take a look?"

You both bring your hands up a bit, still gripping tightly to each other, and she gasps.

"That certainly is a beautiful engagement ring!" She exclaims.

"Thank you." You reply, dropping your hands and noticing Harry looking over to you, adoringly.

"So you are getting married!"

"Yes." You say in unison.

"When is the wedding?"

Harry runs his thumb over the band of your ring as he pulls his lips inward.

"Umm… it'll be soon. Relatively soon." He shrugs. "We're not really sharing the details 'bout it."

"Like I said, you two don't go out of your way to share your relationship with the public." She nods.

"Yeah, we're not trying to totally hide our relationship. We just like our moments together to be ours, and focused on each other. That's all." He glances over to you and then back to her. "Umm, but she's one of the most important people to me, f'course, y'know, I gave her the ring…"

He gives you a quick kiss on your temple, and lets out a quiet, smiling sigh.

"She's always been my biggest fan, biggest supporter… besides my mum…" He smirks. "So I just wanted her here with me for this. Umm, yeah. She's also part of the team that styled me for this so I'm really thankful she's here tonight."

The ladies swoon over his answer, and he squeezes your hand once again. After one last question about the filming process, the interview ends and the two of you move to the front of the theater, standing for a couple more photos.

He gives you a kiss on the cheek, and you both make your way into the theater. He pulls you to the side and gazes longingly into your eyes, beaming with a grin, which causes your breath to hitch.

"I'm proud to have you here with me." He smiles.

"I'm proud to be here with you, H, and I never wanna be anywhere else."

He shuts his eyes with a wide, tight-lipped smile, and takes in a big breath. He grabs your face, bringing you in for a quick kiss, pulling back just enough to look back into your eyes.

"I love you, Sunshine. Always."

"I love you too, Rockstar. Never a question."

"And… it'll never change…"

"Yeah…"

"Me and you."

"Oh my god."

~~~~~

the end.

~~~~~

Series Masterlist || Chapter 36

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[drama--universe]

That's what I love about you

Requested by @kdrama-i-nation: Lan Xichen's fiancé is an extremely bubbly and chatty person who just loves talking about various things and he finds her so adorable that he is constantly listening to her speak, so when she feels conscious about her habit, Lan Xichen is like no I find your talking to be so cute and adorable. Thanks!

Pairing: Lan Xichen x reader

Word Count: 947 words

Warnings: none

A/N I apologize, this is a short one. Hope you like it nonetheless.

When you two married, most people were a bit confused. You and Xichen were opposites of each other when it came to your personalities. He was quiet and well mannered while you were often loud and bubbly, always talking about various things to others. That's also what you did when you spent time with Xichen. You were often rambling on and on while Xichen listened to you, always a small smile on his face.

Today was one of those days as well. Xichen was working as you rambled on about the rabbits you had found today, thanks to Wangji. Xichen couldn't help but smile as you rambled on and on, having stopped writing so he could listen to you. You however didn't notice the smile as you rambled. It wasn't until Xichen chuckled that you stopped talking, looking at him with a blank expression.

"What?" You asked and he shook his head softly, turning his gaze back to his papers. You pouted to yourself before sitting down next to him. You glanced at the papers for a few seconds before sighing.

"I'll let you work." You said, kissing his cheek before standing up again. He hummed in response, but didn't look up from his work. You exited the room and walked to the forest. You passed a few disciplines, freezing on the spot.

"Don't you think he deserves better than (y/n)? She's so annoying, always talking." "She never shuts up, I bet he wants to strangle her in her sleep. But he's too good of a man to do so." Two of the disciplines argued and you turned to them.

"It's forbidden to gossip." You sneered before you continued your way into the forest. You stopped by the river, sitting down and pulling your legs up to chest. You laid your head down on your knees, staring out at the moving waters in front of you.

Soon enough, you were sobbing silently into your arms. You had started overthinking after the words of the disciplines. You couldn't help it, the dark creature that gnawed away at the back of your mind. Time had slipped away, hours passing and the sun ready to disappear from view. You barely noticed however, your head was hurting from crying for hours and your tears had ran out hours ago. Not that you cared, you were completely numb at this point.

Your legs dropped as you leaned back into the grass, finally noticing the rabbits that had surrounded you. You grabbed one of them, cradling it to your chest with a sad smile.

"You won't get annoyed at my talking, huh?" You asked as you sat up again, hugging it close to you. Twigs snapped behind you and you turned your head. Xichen stood there, staring at you.

"Xichen?" Your voice gave away, cracking softly as you said his name. He moved closer to you, crouching next to you as his hand grabbed yours. He removed the rabbit from your grip and you whined softly, trying to grab the bunny again.

"No, talking first." He said as he let the rabbit down and it hopped off, happily reuniting with its friends. You pouted at the rabbits before turning to Xichen. He was looking at you sadly and you couldn't help but look away.

"What's wrong, darling?" He asked as he grabbed your hands in his, softly rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

"Am I ever... annoying?" You asked quietly, looking down at your hands.

"Like, how I talk so much? Or how I can ramble on for hours about something that really isn't important? Or-" "I'll stop you there, love. You have never and will never be annoying to me. When you talk about the things you love, I will listen. Not because I have to, but because I want to. I love seeing the joy in you as you speak and frankly, I find you adorable when you do. Even if these things are seemingly stupid to others, to me it is important. When I married you, it was because I wanted to. You will never be annoying, no matter what anyone else thinks. They don't have the love for you like I do. They couldn't understand." He spoke in a strong voice, his grip on your hand tightened slightly. You took a second to process everything he had just said before you started to cry again, this time out of happiness. Xichen just pulled you closer, embracing you softly as you cried on his shoulder. It was only when the sun had gone under that you 2 were returning to your room.

You had stopped crying already, but Xichen didn't let you go nonetheless. He stayed right next to you, not letting go of you for even a second. You were laying down, cuddled into his chest with your arms tightly around him. He hadn't stopped telling you how much he loved you and for once, you were completely silent as he rambled on.

"Xichen." You cut him off halfway through his sentence and he looked at you.

"I get it. Thank you." You said and he gave you a soft smile before hugging you just a bit closer.

"I won't listen to other people anymore... They're stupid." "No ill gossip, dear." He spoke and you sat up a bit, looking at him.

"Secretly, you think the same as me. Just say it, young disciplines are stupid." You said and he rolled his eyes at your statement.

"I won't say it, but I'll think it." He said, kissing your nose softly before pulling you back down. You glanced at him with a pout before laying down again.

"Fine... One day you'll say it." You teased, kissing his neck softly before burying your head in the crook of his neck.

"Thank you for loving me."

[positivelybeastly]

As much as I'm glad Hank back to being a good guy, personally I'm still not thrilled with the decision. For one it just reads as damage control over Hank's characterization over the years, two it comes at the cost of a decent chunk of his history, and three ig feels to little too late. And it probably wouldn't have come to this if they had an actually good writer on x-force.

"I'm - not quite certain I am a good guy, now. I had always thought that a certainty, that no matter where I was, no matter what I was asked to do, that I would eventually make the right decision. But now? Now I'm, not so sure."

I mean, I've not been thrilled with almost any choice wrt Hank's characterisation and story for the past 10-11 years, so when this possibility popped up, I was like, yeah, that's about the worst way to damage control it. In the end, I'm going to accept it because at least this way I don't have to go into the X-Men Reddit and see people screaming about how Beast is the worst anymore, or panels posted of the latest X-Force travesty, but it's not how I would have done it.

I especially sympathise with the loss of so much history. He loses X-Factor, he loses 90s X-Men, he loses X-Treme X-Men, he loses New X-Men, he loses Astonishing X-Men, he loses S.W.O.R.D, he loses Uncanny Avengers, etc, etc. Yeah, we cut loose all the necrotic garbage that is All-New, X-Force, etc, but . . .

Feline Hank is the Hank I fell in love with, and this Hank is fundamentally not that man. He doesn't know what that Hank went through. He doesn't remember a word of it. If he sees Abigail Brand, he won't blink twice. If he sees Emma Frost, he just thinks, Hellfire Club. If he sees Broo, he'll just think, aaah, Brood! And that just.

Sucks.

I hope, even now, that there's a chance for him to get old Beast's memories. It would hurt him, deeply, to know what he's done, but it would make him whole again, and give him new perspective that would make his journey going forward self-motivated, rather than just at the end of a sharp stick wielded by other people.

But.

Even if that doesn't happen under Percy, there's always a chance it can happen under another writer. There can always be an arc of Beast trying to get his old memories back, dealing with X-Men trying to stop him (either out of fear of him or for him), there can always be a The Crossing style fix like there was for Tony Stark.

All it takes is one good writer, honestly. All it takes is for someone to pick him up, shake off the dust, and put some shine on him. Because do you know how good it felt to open up that comic book, and see him say 'oh my stars and garters' again? To see him chatty, and hanging off ceilings, and being just fucking cute? The idea of getting that, for multiple issues going forward, is just - it's goddamn catnip, man.

Yeah, it's too little too late. Yeah, this is the worst way it could have been done. Yeah, this could have been avoided, were it not for Ben Percy sucking eggs. Yeah, it reads as damage control.

But at the end of the day, Hank is in a better place today than he was yesterday. And so long as he's going up, then I'll take it.

In fact, let me talk to you about something.

Are you familiar with the Japanese practice of kintsugi? From Wikipedia:

"Kintsugi, also known as kintsukuroi, is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with urushi lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum.

As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise."

Comic book characters do not belong to us. That is, unfortunately, the truth of them. They belong to massive media corporations who treat them not as valued parts of a story, but a licence to print money. They belong, momentarily, to writers, who treat them not as beloved icons, but as tools within a story. They belong to the fandom, but only in a fleeting, ephemeral, transformative state.

Comic book characters get broken all the time. But by the same token, all it takes is for the right writer to come along and fix them. You can allow yourself to get bogged down in the history, in the injustice, in the poor writing decisions, or you can allow yourself to see a beautiful pot inlaid with gold, with silver, with platinum.

Beast is on the road to recovery. It's in the shittiest way possible, the pot is broken and we're missing a few pieces, but we can always find them again and add them back in.

And who knows? Someone amazing might come along and use this to tell the single best Beast story ever told.

X-Force could have been that story - I've talked at length about how this could have been a Greek tragedy, a reflection on a life ruined by throwing one's self at the world's problems and being struck down for caring too much, but it isn't. It's a spy thriller with a Bond villain. But it could have been. There's almost no such thing as a bad story (unless you're Chuck Austen), just bad execution. X-Force was bad for Beast. Okay.

But what if the next story is the best one he's ever had?

And I'm gonna leave you with this. You know how you should never read the comments? Well.

"I do admit i missed him, tho."

"Oh shit! I was JOKING that they'd bring back Stars-And-Garters Beast to beat modern beast! HELL YEAH"

"I'm honestly happy they are. I'm so tired of the "Beast is a bad guy" storyline."

"I'm so glad Happy-Go-Lucky, child-like wonder Hank is back! It's why he's one of my top 5 X-Men."

"This is the Beast we kmew. It's nice to have him back for now. As expected. Him crying at the end over all the files present Beast has written, shows that this is the old beast, from way back then."

"Yaaay non-genocidal maniac Beast is back."

"Welcome back, real Beast."

When was the last time you saw so many random strangers on the internet be happy about Beast, man? Celebrate this. The 5 years are almost over.

Well. Unless things go horribly wrong in the next two issues.

Knock on wood.

[runwithwolvcs]

You Know I'm No Good - 44

A/N: I'M BACK!

Between crying babies and chatty seat neighbours, the flight was a long one. As she crossed through a pair of sliding doors and out into the kiss and ride area, she instantly spotted the raven haired women that made it all worth it.

"Hi, mommy," Tallulah said as she wrapped her mom up in a tight bear hug, forgetting all about her bags. 

"Oh, Lula," Winona grabbed her cheeks, taking her in, in person for the first time in five months, “You look so grown up,"

“We facetimed almost every day," Tallulah said teasingly. Though she understood what she meant. Her style had completely changed since arriving in New York. Long gone were the baggy, oversized clothes that she wore. Adopting a more feminine, soft aesthetic. Courtesy of her roommate Nell, who reminded her almost everyday of her first week in New York, that she was not in La Push anymore. She could dress to impress. Especially for the galleriest who came to look at all of their work, which seemed to be weekly.

Most of her wardrobe were cable knit sweaters she had thrifted, the only thing that compared to the warmth of her imprint. That thought alone struck a cord in her chest, a never-ending pit of longing for a man she had no spoken to since the fall break.

“I know," Her mother smiled, "you just.. im so proud of you." She said as she took a step back, the proudest smile Tallulah had ever seen growing on her face, "look at you, my little artist,“ 

Tallulah groaned, “is it a goal to make me cry today?”

"shush,”Winona jokingly said as she picked up one of her bags, light packing was not an option when Washington weather was so unpredictable "no crying, I made ginger snaps,"

"fuck, yes." Tallulah moaned in excitement. The first sign of Christmas in their household was the smell of ginger snaps, a generational recipe. 

“I dropped some off to Paul this morning,”

“Mom,” Tallulah frowned, though she understood why they had kept in contact despite the endless phone calls she had made to her mother in tears over him. He was never going to be gone for good.

"he’s going to know you’re back," Winona tutted, ushering her daughter into her car,”  if he shows up, what do you want me to tell him?"

Tallulah rolled her eyes before grumbling, “to go fuck himself,"

"hm,”Her mother hummed before asking the question sh had been dreading most of all. The question that almost kept her from getting on the plane in the first place,   "did you tell him?"

"no." Tallulah mumbled, bringing her knees up to her chest as she looked out the window to see the cityscape she loved so much. Seattle still had her heart it always will, she feared,

After a brief moment of silence, her mom voiced her opinion, “you should have,"

"it wouldn’t have made a difference, mom,” Tallulah snapped in frustration. She didn’t get it. This wasn’t some boy she could move on from. It was Paul, her entire world. He left her scared and alone, something he promised to never do. Avoiding him for a couple of months won’t kill him, but she figured it would show him how much he screwed up. Though, she didn’t think it would take this long for him to let her stew in her anger.

"lets get something to eat," W”inn hanged the subject, noticing her change in mood, “are you hungry?"

"i ate on the plane." She fibbed. A white little lie. A mini bag of pretzels was enough to quell her queasy stomach, anything more than that would just come right back up.

Noticing her moms worried look, she gave her a reassuring smile, "I’m fine, mom. i can handle this without flying off the rails,"

"i never said--"

"thats what everyone wants." Tallulah cut her off, “to tell me I’m still a child who doesn’t have her shit together and having some older boyfriend will fix that."

"I’ve never wanted that." Winona reinforced, something she had told her daughter many times over the phobe,  "i just want you to be safe and happy."

"i am," Tallulah promised. 

With a nod, her mother thankfully switched the subject again. One she was actually ready to talk about, “okay, tell me more about this gallery spot,"

[boxingcleverrr]

So Kate and her (righteous, correct) annoyance at puritanical people unable to engage with Poor Things normally reminded me today of one of my faaaavorite Christian Romance Novels (tm) from back in the day. And I realized it's a perfect example of "why you sometimes NEED sex scenes, no hyperbole or moralizing required."

Jeanette Oke is a famous Christian author, I'm sure plenty of people have heard of the Love Comes Softly series, or When Calls The Heart series, cause they've both been made into tv shows - terrible ones, with terrible production values, lol.

If that's all you know her by, you might be surprised to learn that the source material doesn't suck! She tells a very good story, builds all kinds of relationships well, and definitely does way more historical research than the producers of any films/shows based on her work. They're very PG to PG13 as far as violence goes, no smut obv, usually with a religious message buried or shoehorned in there.

It's kinda like how Louis L'amour is an objectively solid writer of westerns, while adaptations are usually middling, cause his fanbase tends to be within uh, certain other (white) demographics who wish to push certain other (white) agendas via their traditional-looking settings.

But I digress.

Basically the writing = good and engaging. She coulda just been a wildly successful historical fiction writer, but yanno, gotta get something Jesus-y into EVERY tome.

Which brings us to my favorite, A Bride For Donegan.

This was a mail order bride story set in the 1880s I believe, based on the very real practice of skeezy agencies realizing they could make big money off frontiersmen looking for wives, via poor UK & European women and girls looking to escape poverty and blights. It follows one girl from Ireland stuck in a terrible home situation in England, who LEAPS at the chance to gtfo.

And the dynamic set up is very good, and a heart-wrenching portrait of her trauma! She'd endured sexist and racist abuse from her English stepmother, who drilled into her that no man would ever want her plain, overly-chatty, Irish self for a wife (gee I wonder why this appealed to 13 year old annoying, undiagnosed me). Donegan is a quiet, successful young rancher who has less character development, of course, he's just So Nice, Kinda Funny, and Tall. But the book does make it clear that he was looking for a friend first and foremost, to share this life he made with, and to draw him out of his shell.

So, quiet guy orders a wife, gets girl whose been told no man wants a chatty partner, much silent hilarity and misunderstanding ensues. These characters go on through a very good slow burn to break down that wall, they're cute and funny together, eventually have like, 5 kids? And of course in the last chapter Jesus gets found, yaaaaay (why is The Lord ALWAYS getting lost, does he not have maps). I always skipped the last chapter.

But even as a 13 year old virgin who was mostly still Jesus-pilled, I remember getting to points early on in the novel and being like, "wait. They've had sex?!"

There's ONE scene in the second act, where they're still barely talking to each other yet, when he worries that she might get pregnant while they're still relative strangers.

That's IT.

So this establishes that, in the say, 3-4 months they're first married, they're having sex like good married people should, but barely talking.

And though I had no experience at that point whatsoever, I just squinted at the page all, "So...what IS that sex life like? I am engaged in this slow burn that's happening, and yet I have no idea what's going through either of your heads when you KISS, let alone be more intimate. Are either of you worrying about how much the other person is engaged? Consenting?! This is the late 19th century, how much sex-ed do either of you have? Do you get any inkling of each others' softer sides when you undress before bed? Hell, do you snuggle in your sleep and wake up just...not addressing it?!"

Their bedroom is, otherwise, just a place we know all those kids get made, eventually, somehow.

Am I to infer that this guy, with a wry sense of humor to his internal monologue, is cool with this situation of just...begetting with a girl who I guess I should also infer is just lying back and thinking of Ireland?!

The story ends with them both delighted by each other, she chatty, he listening, riding horses and enthusiastically having babies. So obviously consent was there. But it was just so glaring and educational to me, what was missing, and that it was a huge, important aspect of their interaction and growth.

Not all stories are about or need sex, obviously. But any time I see people saying they're NEVER needed, like. Even as a good little church girl, I knew important lessons about how people in love interacted within intimacy were being left out of what I was consuming, and it was leaving a big gap in my understanding of how love and intimacy could look, good bad or somewhere unfinished in-between.

And no, as far as I know there's no fanfiction of this anywhere, haha of course there isn't (though I have years later found this LOTR fic about Eomer/Lothiriel that scratched that itch very well).

Humans have sex. Not all humans, but most, that's just a fact. Every part of messy human interaction has a place in storytelling, and when it doesn't, uh, well. A lot of people I know personally grew up assuming those blanks in their knowledge would just magically be filled in by....someone. Someday.

It didn't go great for a lot of them.

[toy-powerhouse]

After watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem again for the second time in theaters, I think I've gained a deeper appreciation for this iteration of TMNT. During this second viewing, I watched it with a larger, more vocal audience and my equally chatty sister. Overall, this outing was much more evenful for at least a couple of reasons.

While leaving my apartment, my sister and I came across a guy dressed very much like one of the turtles. I excitedly called attention to the man's attire, and my sister noted that it looked like the guy was coming home from work on account of his uniform. Then, I tell my sister to commit the guy's outfit to memory, especially his shirt, because it'll be important by the end of the film. She's confused by this but agrees.

We then have sushi for dinner (how appropriate) with our mom, and throughout it, I can't stop talking about TMNT because I now have turtlebrainrot and it's terminal. During our meal, my sister says she also likes TMNT, but isn't as invested in it as I am because she finds the franchise too overwhelming in its scope to further delve into. Fair enough. Later, moments before the film begins, she, with basically zero prompting, comments that there's yet another reason she couldn't really ever get into TMNT — it's because she's not a "monsterfucker."🙃 In that moment, I was completely speechless and mortified, grimacing so hard my face almost hurt. I snapped out of my appalled daze and indignantly asked if she was insinuating that I was such a monsterfucker, and she denied that insinuation. Although, I did admit I'm a monster lover (I think monsters are neat) and a monsterfucker but only for lady monsters (lady monsters are objectively gorgeous). She conceded to the latter.

Fast forward (hehe, get it), and we're at the conclusion of the film. The turtles go to high school, all decked out in their civilian attire, and I remind my sister of the man we saw at my apartment building who wore an outfit kinda like this:

My sister's all like "oh, you're right, Leo does look kinda like that guy who came back from work we saw earlier today," and "where's [Leo] going to work at" and I tell her Best Buy. All the while, I'm laughing hysterically in the theater when the rest of the audience members are relatively silent. Upon my sister's realization of the man's overall attire being very similar to Leo's, I guffawed at her bemusement. Even though the guy we saw was wearing khaki shorts, the blue polo shirt with a white logo on the left breast was entirely the same.

Needless to say, I thoroughly enjoyed this second viewing of Mutant Mayhem. My sister and I loved how much an instigator Donnie was, my mom's favorite turtle was Leo (very predictable), and we had a chance encounter that really added to our moviegoing experience. While I still think the film is pretty alright (8/10 at most), being in a packed theater with rambunctious teens/young adults alongside my delightedly talkative sister and even my amused mom made it so much better.

[threadsun]

Okay, so listen. Most of the time when I see your responses, I’ll usually read all the way through and then type a reply after. That freaking FIRST PARAGRAPH took me out for a solid 10 minutes before I could I even REGISTER the rest that you wrote. And even after that, every time I look back at it so I can make sure I’m responding properly, my head just swoops to the side. Look, I can say the word horny okay, I’m just following Jack’s example by using innuendos instead 😂 But I know cursing doesn’t really come out until I’m deep in it. Being called shy is definitely a first for me though since I’m usually a chatty cathy, ESPECIALLY when I’m horny (my dirty talk gets FILTHY), but like, when I turn into a babbling mess of curse words and loud mewls is when you REALLY know you’ve got me GOOD. Freaking got compared to princess peach with how I sound at those moments 😂 At the same time, they gave up on domming me because I was too stubborn. You’re gonna have to try harder than that for me to give in though! Gotta work for it if you want me begging and pleading for you~

(*COUGHdidn’texpecttogetreadsoeasilythoughCOUGH*)

Growing Ian’s confidence and self esteem in all aspects including sex would be so wholesome. Definitely a part of the whole forgiveness for yourself as you do for others. If the issue is a repeated offense, then back away, but giving someone a chance if it’s only happened once should be accepted instead of demonizing a person. The self deprecation and the feeling undeserving can definitely hurt both parties involved unintentionally, so being able to navigate away from it and instead use more positive language and feelings helps. I know sometimes people can step away from being more affectionate or feeling loved because of repetitive negative reactions to said affection, so to be able to heal themselves to be as affectionate as they were is truly an amazing thing to witness. To go along with uniform kink…Fireman Joesph? Marine Joesph? HOOTERS BOOTY SHORTS AND CROP TOP JOESPH??? About to play dress up with this man, I swear 😂 But YES TO EVERYTHING ABOUT OUTLAW JOESPH! Just seeing him whip his chair in front of your cell to straddle it, a knowing smirk on his face as he shifts his jaw to lazily bounce the cigar between his lips. Placing his chin on his crossed arms while looking you over. “So I’ve heard that yer known for domming all sorts of folks around these parts.” He leans himself forward, the chair creaking under the pressure of only having two legs to support his weight instead of four. The embers in his cigar burn bright as he inhales deeply, letting a plume of smoke envelop the air around you both. The corner of his mouth draws higher, “Care to demonstrate for me darlin’?” He pulls the cigar from his lips and blows a small ring in your direction. “Or am I gonna have to lasso you over to my side until you agree~?” I don’t know much about smoking kinks since my asthma is like NOT TODAY, but I hope I typed that okay! Freaking love outlaw Joesph man 😂

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Vocal subs are adorable! They can't lie to you about whether or not something feels good because they can't help but moan when it does~ It sounds like you just need a more experienced dom to get their hands on you. If one little paragraph got you that flustered, then I don't think I'd need more than a few sentences in person to get you nice and obedient. But I know why people brat, they want nothing more than to be put in their place, manhandled, punished. So I'd let you keep pushing and teasing and thinking you're winning, all so I can give you what you really want. I'd let you feel all smug and victorious before I put you back in your place~

Ian has so many issues and I just wanna cradle him and fix them all for him tbh!!! I have my own personal theory about why he cheated, but I definitely don't think it's something he'd do again (or something he would've done in the first place if he hadn't somehow been convinced it was the right thing to do in the moment). But it'll still take his partner time to be able to open up like that again and be fully affectionate with him. They'll need to heal together, and I think once they do it'll be very cathartic for everyone involved.

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO you CANNOT just casually bring up the idea of fireman Joseph to me I'm soooooo weak for firefighters!!! Them and EMTs are 👀 Army uniforms are sexy, but I fundamentally object to the army so like... same with cops, unless you're wearing the uniform for kinky reasons, I can't get behind it. BUT stripper Joseph wearing a cop and/or military uniform... THAT I can get behind

But now I'm SOOOOOOO tempted to write something self indulgent with Zander getting captured by Outlaw Joseph 👀 he's so hot!!! And I feel like as an outlaw he'd be able to lean more into the switchy side of himself which would be so fun~ He'd still love to get dommed though, riding him while wearing his hat would Do Things for him >:3c

[vikki-tikki-tavii]

Hi hi! I've had this idea for the longest time and I'd absolutely adore you if you wrote it (sorry if this is really long): a Viktor oneshot where he's crushing really hard on the reader (female if possible) who's his "friend", and he thinks she could never reciprocate but she's has the fattest and most obvious crush on him too. The reader is like the opposite of Viktor, she's short, outspoken, energetic and chatty. She constantly makes attempts at flirting with him, joking and teasing him playfully, but Viktor being the insecure introvert he is just doesn't realize she's head over hills for him. Eventual Jayce's like "hey dude can please confess already, she's obviously so into you". I would love it if at some point the reader told Viktor that she thinks he's incredibly gorgeous and smart and that he has no reason to be insecure. You're so talented btw, love your work

Awww this is adorable (and tysmmmm for the compliment uwu ✨

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Crushing On You pt. 1 ~ Viktor x Reader

Heyy Vikki-Tikki-Tavi!~” you croon sweetly as you bounce into the lab early one morning. Viktor snorts out a laugh as you greet him with yet another ridiculous nickname.

“We’ll hello to you too. You seem a little extra bubbly today. Did Jayce sneak you coffee again?”

“No way!” Jayce called out from across the room. “You remember what happened last time.”

You roll your eyes and blush as you try not to think about how hyper you got one morning when Jayce shared his cup of coffee with you.

“Ugh c’mon that was forever ago! Why do you keep bringing it up?” You pouted as you made your way over to Viktor’s station to take a peek at the hexcore.

“Actually if I recall correctly, it was merely a week ago.” Viktor replies with a smirk.

“Exactly!” You exclaim. “Practically an eternity ago!”

Your over exaggeration manages to bring a laugh out of both men.

“Ha, man you really brighten up the place you goofball.” Jayce chuckles as he pats a hand on you back.

“Yes.” Viktor agrees earnestly “You truly are a joy to have around. You make time in the lab much more enjoyable.”

You squish your hands against your pink-tinted cheeks and giggle bashfully “Aw you guys, hehe…thanks Viktor.”

“Hey what am I? Chopped liver?” Jayce whines jokingly as he makes his way to his workstation. You giggle in a sweet way that (for some odd reason) sends Viktor’s heart beating a bit faster than it should be for someone who is sitting down..

“Of course not! Thank you Jaycey-Waycey~” you comment goofily while blowing a kiss in his direction. The golden boy barks a hearty laugh at the powerfully ridiculous nickname.

“Haha. Alright, I’m gonna head to the bathroom real quick. Be right back!” You shout over your shoulder as you jog out of the lab. “And don’t you two dare do anything cool without me!” You threaten mockingly from halfway out the doorframe.

Viktor laughs “We wouldn’t dream of it.” He comments in a soft tone with an even softer smile. A blush colors your face as you smile coyly and head out the door.

Jayce smirks as he turns his head from where you once stood to Viktor’s workstation, where the mad scientist is still smiling at the now empty doorframe.

His smirk widens as he leans back in his chair and fold his hands behind his head

“So…” he feigns making sure the playful teasing is very apparent in his tone, “when are you two love birds gonna get together?”

Viktor’s posture stiffens as he fumbles with the notes in his hand.

“Eh…” he clears his throat which is usually dry all of a sudden. “Pardon me?” He questions trying his best to sound aloof even though the crack in his voice gives it away.

Jayce chuckles as he saunters over to Viktor. “Come on Vik don’t play dumb.” he shrugs an arm around his lab partner’s shoulder and silently notices on the unusual amount of red hue dusting his usually pale cheeks. “You’re crushing on her…”

Viktor sighs in defeat, knowing there’s no point in trying to hide what apparently is so blatantly obvious to his friend.

“Alright Jayce, you’re-“

“And she’s crushing on you.”

“…”

“Vik?”

“…”

“Hey Viktor, you ok buddy? You look like a tomato.” Jayce joked softly while quickly scanning his partner’s appearance. Even though he was pretty sure he knew it was this apparently new revelation that had Viktor in this state, he did want to be sure it wasn’t his friend’s poor health.

“I just…um…are you sure about that Jayce? Does she really feel that way.”

“Well…” Jayce drawls while sitting on the desk “I can’t necessarily speak on her behalf, but from what I observed from the two of you these pass couple months, I’d say my hypothesis is at least 95% accurate. And given how extra cutesy you two were being just a few moments ago, I’m willing to bump that up to 98%.” he responds with a cheeky smirk.

The Viktor was still too stunned to speak, so Jayce continued. “…And if you’re up for it, I think I have a nice way you can officially find out for yourself.”

It will end in disaster. Surely. Viktor knew it for a fact. He could feel it in his bones. His analytical brain couldn’t help but come up with the worst case scenario-both him and the apparently not-so-secret object of his admiration will be humiliated and never want to be in the same room together.

But yet….

There is also a chance that she does indeed share his feelings. And Jayce’s hypothesis ,as baseless as it may be, can actually be correct.

There was a part of him that screamed to take a chance. After all, his entire life up to this point has revolved around him taking a gamble on a risky decision and coming out on top. Maybe he could use what ever last bit of his luck was left on Jayce’s scheme. Just maybe…

“Ok,” Viktor yields with cautiously growing confidence “What do I do?”

He had no idea what was in store, but he did know that Jayce’s cheeky smirk and the playful twinkle in his eye did little to trim the cautious shrub actively growing around his still budding confidence.