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finelinevogue · 1 year

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he’s just harry

summary - a couple of fan interactions with harry on the streets of london

word count: +1.1k

pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader

Even though the media make it out that Harry hates being out in public on his days off, you know it is actually one of his favourite things to do.

Especially with you.

Harry is known for being a private man, but he can’t help what fans secretly record and post on the internet. He would do the same for Stevie Nicks and you would do the same for Taylor Swift, so neither of you are opposed to reporting anyone for secretly filming.

A favourite pastime of yours and Harry’s is to actually watch back story-time videos of fans, from when they have met you and Harry. Which is what you were both currently doing, after having your dinner.

Harry is laying on the bed in your shared hotel room. You lay against his back and are held tight to him by his arm wrapped around your waist.

He leans down to look at you every few minutes and leaves a kiss on your forehead, just because he can. His fingers around your waist snake under your Pleasing sweatshirt - the one that is actually his - and stroke tiny circles on the skin of your tummy.

With some light jazz music playing in the background, you and Harry can’t feel anything but peace.

He has your phone in his hand whilst he scrolls through the latest videos on TikTok with the tag # harrystyles.

The next video he scrolls to after and edit of himself on stage is from a meeting of a fan in London.

“I just met Harry Styles.” The girl screams from the inside of her car. The video pans around and her boyfriend is sat there with a grin, no doubt because his girlfriend is so happy.

“I get to say that every day.” You comment, making Harry pinch the skin at your waist. You laugh and carry on.

“Can I just say, first of all, I have been waiting for this moment for years. Always in my mysterious girl era, just in case. And the one day I am wearing slouchy clothes I stumble upon him on a random back road in London. Life clearly hates me.” She begins her story.

“She looked great, I thought.” You said and Harry made no comment. Most likely because he never paid attention to looking at anyone with interest anymore - not since he had found you.

“And Y/N. Oh my God! She’s fucking stunning. Like, I understand why Harry snatched her up.”

“I did find a pretty good egg.” Harry agreed.

“I am not an egg.”

“Whatever you say, baby.”

“But they were both so lovely. Harry was really kind and thanked me for supporting him. I asked for a photo but they politely declined, which is a little frustrating, but maybe it was for the best since I looked so bad today!” The girl continues her story.

“Fuck sake.” Harry mumbles out and you pause the video, already knowing what thoughts were relaying through his mind.

You turned your head so you could see his whole face before speaking to him.

“You’re not a bad person for not taking a photo with them. You shouldn’t make yourself feel bad either. You’re a person, just as they are. People are allowed to close off their privacy for the day if they want. Okay?”

“Thank you.” Is all Harry responds with. Well, that and a minutes worth of kisses.

You move onto another video, so not to upset Harry any more with the previous one. You couldn’t know whether she might say something else bad and you weren’t prepared to make Harry sad, so the next video it was.

This came from a girl in London airport.

“Oh fuck.” Harry instantly says when he sees the girl on the screen.

“What?” You asked, confused. You hadn’t even been aware this interaction had taken place and you were with him in the airport. Now you were just curious as to what had gone down.

“This is going to be so embarrassing for me.” He wines and tries to bury his face in your neck. You kiss the tip of his nose and push him away.

The video starts by the girl looking really nervous, before Harry pans into view on the other side of the screen. It was only their chins in the view, but it was still a very lovely view of your boyfriend.

“Hi.” The girl fumbles over her words.

“Hello.” He says, removing his sunglasses from his face since he had been found.

“I just saw you from over there and had to come and say hello. I know this is probably really annoying for you and I’m going to leave so as to not be a burden to you, but I really love your music and you are an amazing human being.” The girl rambles, but that might be the nicest of things you have heard a fan say to Harry.

Before the girl can leave, Harry asks that all important question.

“Thank you so much. Would you maybe like a photo?” He asks.

“Aw Harry.” You pout and he pinches your waist again. “Quit that, will you?” You hit elbow him in his ribs gently.

“Yes please. Wow, thank you.” The video then tilts so Harry and this girl come onto the screen. Harry smiles a small smile and holds up his fingers in a peace sign. He looks very cute.

“Have a safe flight.” Harry says and goes to hold his hand out for the fan to shake, but instead knocks her phone out of her hand and it drops to the floor.

“Harry!” You gasp and sit up a little more attentively.

“I know.” He cringes.

Luckily the phone was alright, but Harry had to prolong the conversation with the fan and even offered her a new one. She turned that down and thankfully he didn’t have to owe anything to anyone. You can tell at the end of the video he is embarrassed though.

“You dickhead.” You laugh at him.

He puts the phone down and joins his other hand under your sweatshirt so they are both enjoying tracing over your skin. You hum in delight and breathe in the air that is scented by him.

“I’m tired.” He says, knocking his head against yours to rest. It had been a long day of rehearsals and meetings for him today, but he didn’t mind because he knew that it would be worth it to spend an evening of peace with you.

“I know, baby.” You say, reaching a hand up behind your head to stroke over his curls. “We can go to bed now, if you want?”

“Okay.”

You and Harry end up spending the next twenty minutes getting ready for bed and cuddle before you are both fast asleep, awaiting the first, last, ‘Love On Tour’ show tomorrow.

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dira333 · 3 months

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Date Nights - Aizawa Shouta

From the Date Night Series - Tagging @alienaiver

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“Are you ready to go?”

Shouta looks up from his desk. He’d been so close to resting his head on it, to giving his tired eyes some much-needed rest.

Your smile is warm and inviting. And it makes something tingle in the back of his brain, something he’d been trying to remember all week.

“Oh no,” he groans softly, “I forgot our date.”

Your smile doesn’t falter.

“I heard about your day from Hizashi,” your voice does not carry any resentment yet his heart is thundering in his chest.

God, he’d been so anxious about it, had been pondering where to go and what to do for hours, how could he forget?

“Let me just get a coffee real quick and we’ll be good to go,” Shouta insists. He’ll also need at least five minutes in a bathroom and a spare change of clothes. He knows he looks more like a homeless person than anything else right now and he probably smells like it too.

“No need,” you wave him off. His heart stutters to a halt.

Please don’t cancel, Shouta thinks, just as you reach out and take his hand. Your fingers are warm against his own cold ones, bad circulation be damned.

“I asked you out, so of course I planned the date. Come on, we don’t want to miss anything.”

“But coffee-” He manages, his heart pitter-pattering away as he follows you down the hallways of the school.

They are deserted, thankfully. As much as he loves the feel of your hand in his, he couldn’t bear it if anyone saw.

Your car is a lime-green monstrosity. You smile sheepishly when he stares at it.

“I like bright colors,” you shrug, “And I’ve never lost my car in a car park since I’ve bought it.”

He can’t argue against that. The seats are soft and he can feel himself slipping, almost falling asleep against the window. When he jerks away, adamant to at least look awake if he’s not looking like much else, he finds your hand resting on his knee. His mouth runs dry. Can he? Is he supposed to?

He puts his hand on yours and you turn to smile at him before looking back at the road.

It’s a quiet ride. Somewhere in the organized chaos of his brain, he jots down that you don’t listen to music while you drive. It’s a welcome change from sharing rides with Hizashi.

“We’re here.” You park in front of an apartment complex. “Come on up.”

Your keys jingle in your hand as you walk in front of him, up the stairs and down a hallway. You open the door that has your name on it.

His heart thunders traitorously. Did you bring him to your place for your first date? Why?

His mouth won’t let him form words, so he follows you silently, his mind racing ahead.

It’s only when he’s slipped out of his shoes and pulled on the bunny slippers you’ve placed for him, that he makes sene of what’s going on.

In the middle of your living room is a fort of pillows and blankets, big enough to house All Might in his muscle form if he wanted to.

Shouta stops and stares. You do flourish your arms. “Tada! Do you want something to drink first? I thought it was a good idea because you honestly always look like you don’t get enough rest and it’s important to take care of each other’s needs in a relationship and I asked you out so-”

It’s the first time he’s heard you rambling today and the familiar sound soothes his nerves a little. At least you’re nervous too.

He steps forward, boldened by your own actions, and kisses you.

You sink into it right away, arms thrown around him to pull him even closer.

When you pull back first, he can’t help but chase after you, to sink further into your embrace as you giggle with your face pressed against his neck.

“I’ll make you something to drink, okay?” You whisper, face still hidden away. “Make yourself comfortable.”

He wakes up hours later, throat perched, head in your lap.

You’re reading something on a tablet, one hand free to drag itself through his hair in a motion that could put him back to sleep again.

“So, about a second date…” You ask when you stop at his place in the morning so that he can get a fresh set of clothes before work. You’re not looking at him but your hands are squeezing the steering wheel, telling him how nervous you are.

He leans over and kisses you, pouring all his feelings into the gesture.

“There’s a bookstore in my neighborhood,” he offers, “We could go there after school. Today shouldn’t be as draining and even if, I want to go with you.”

Your smile could light up the world. It certainly lights up his.

“Ready to go?” Shouta’s patting himself down as he asks. He’s got his keyes, his pain medication, his phone is fully charged and his wallet’s there too.

You’re still on the Couch, petting Muffin. The old tabby is purring so loud he can hear it from the entryway.

“For what?” You ask, a little distracted by Muffin trying to chew on your fingertips.

“We’ve got a Date, honey. Why did you think Deku picked up Eri?”

“Because he wants to spend time with her?” You pull Muffin from your lap and deposit her on a pillow, kissing her head when she mews.

You yawn as you walk over, don’t cover your mouth in favor of brushing the pet hair from your legs.

“What kind of date?” You ask as you pull close and kiss him, snuggle into his embrace.

“There’s this new Bookshop a few blocks down. I walked past it a few times when I went to the park with Eri and it looked promising.”

“Really?” You furrow your brows. “How do I not know about it? I’ve never seen one when I go to the park with her.”

“That’s because we take a different route. More cats, less foot traffic.” He kisses your cheek and pushes you toward the bedroom.

“Five minutes, you need a different sweater. I won’t go out with you looking like this.”

You stick your tongue out at him, but comply.

When you come back, he can’t help the laugh bubbling in his throat. You’re wearing a Ganriki Neko sweater in purple and turquoise over a purple skirt and turquoise tights, an outfit he’s seen last at one of Hizashi’s costume parties.

“How do I look?” You ask, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Like I need sunglasses to take you in,” He jokes.

The walk to the bookstore is short and quiet. You’ve been distracted lately,

Maybe it’s the new Class you’ve got or Eri’s recurring nightmares, but he’d been planning a date like this for a while now. Taking a break just hasn’t gotten easier now that they’re parents.

“Pspsps,” He leans down to feed a snack to the little black kitten that Eri has fallen in love with. It’s well groomed and clearly belongs to someone, but it loves coming over to say hi.

“I’ll get us some drinks,” Shouta declares the moment you step into the store. It’s lovely, not entirely rebuilt, but rather renovated, giving the old, darkened wood some new life.

You nod and wander around, peeking at the shelves in search of something that tickles your interest. He finds you in the non-fiction aisle not much later, deeply invested in a cookbook.

“This has everything,” you explain. “How to eat during your pregnancy or if you want to increase the chances as well as how to feed children of different ages.”

“Okay? How are the recipes though? We’ve got plenty of cookbooks at home we don’t use.”

“True,” you grumble. It’s your least favorite thing about him, how he tends to stop you from impulse buying. He offers you your drink before you can dwell on that any longer.

“For you, sugar with a side of coffee.”

“Har Har.” You mock laugh before taking a sip of the concoction, furrowing your brows a little. “It tastes a little off,” you claim. “Did you ask for something from the menu?”

“No, I gave them your special recipe. Sorry, do you want something different?”

“No, it’s fine. They probably made it for the first time this way.” You take another sip and your brows relax. “I’m just a little weird today.”

“I’m a little weird everyday,” he offers and you lean into him, heavy, warm and familiar.

“Let’s take a look around, shall we?” He grabs your free hand with his, swings them around as he pulls you forward. There’s plenty to see and soon enough, his arms grow loaded with books. The newest edition of the manga Hitoshi reads, a signed biography of a Hero Hizashi’s still very enthusiastic about, bookmarks and a little Neko Nightlight for Eri, the list goes on.

“I need to sit down for a bit,” Shouta exclaims when you turn back towards the non-fiction again. “You can find me at the children’s books.”

“Okay.” You get on your tiptoes and kiss his stubble. “I won’t take long.”

Shouta’s halfway through a book about a little mole looking for a home when you come back. He’s accustomed to the sound of your footsteps, even if they come a little more hesitant, like now.

You’ve got one book in your arms, the title hidden as it’s pressed against your stomach.

There’s a shy smile on your face as you turn it around to show him the cover.

“How to be Pregnant for Dummies.”

He reads it and reads it again. The news take a moment to seep into his brain but when it does, he almost takes down the book display with how fast he jumps from his seat.

“No way!”

“SHHH!” Someone shushes him from the front. Shouta doesn’t care.

You’re smiling, eyes a little teary.

“Since when do you know?”

“I got the results today, but I missed my period so I’ve had a hunch for a week or so. It’s still pretty early.” You giggle when he peppers kisses all over your face, making it almost impossible for you to keep talking.

“Sorry, I was a little bit in my head the last few days.”

“It’s okay. It’s big news.”

“Hm. How do we tell Eri? And Hitoshi? And-”

Shouta turns around and pulls a book from the pile he wants to buy.

“Little Neko got a sibling?” You ask, a little dumbfounded. “How did you know?”

His smile is a little sheepish. He can never lie to you.

“I didn’t. But the Neko was cute.”

You laugh at that, pull him closer. It reminds him of their first second date.

Of cuddling in a corner at the bookstore, away from prying eyes.

Some things will never change, even with a metal leg and a new life on the way.

“Where do you wanna go next?” He asks when the books are paid for, hanging off his right arm as you lean onto his left.

You blink up at him, eyes still a little red-rimmed from all the happy tears.

“When’s Eri coming home?”

“Two hours, maybe. Do you wanna go home and cuddle?”

You ponder that for a second, your hands warm on his.

“Let’s get ice cream,” you decide, a wide smile on your face. “And when we get back, we can make a fort!”

Shouta pulls you close, presses a kiss onto the top of your head.

“I love you.”

“Mhm,” You grin up at him. “I love you more.”

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property-of-tojifushiguro · 1 year

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-Sugar daddy Tōji

Word count: 2.25k~

Description: (Toji x reader) It’s your anniversary and Toji has a surprise for you

Edited by: @pretty-princess-peach

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Toji would do almost anything to avoid being at work. He would just announce that he wasn’t coming in that day for whatever reason, and no one really questioned it anymore. He got his work done, so who was gonna complain that the CEO didn’t like being in the office?

This particular day was the first anniversary of your and his first date, and obviously he wouldn’t be working on your anniversary. He had planned to take you shopping, and then out for dinner before coming back to his place for, uh, dessert.

He was all set to go and pick you up when he got a call from his office. Apparently, for some god awful reason, they desperately needed him to come in to handle something urgent that had popped up, and somehow, there was no way for him to get out of it. Toji begrudgingly hung up the phone and sent you a text apologizing and telling you that he had to go into work and that he wouldn’t be able to take you shopping and that he might be late for dinner.

You were disappointed when you got his text. However, after moping about it for a few minutes, you resolved that you wouldn’t let this ruin your day. You got to work on baking some cute little heart-shaped cookies and ignored the fact that your date had been cut short.

~🍓~

You were waiting in your pretty black dress with your makeup and hair done to perfection when you got the message from Toji. He was on his way to your apartment and would be just in time for your dinner reservation. You went and grabbed your shoes and the pretty little bag of pink cookies you had made before running to the bathroom to check your hair and makeup. You touched up a few things, and by the time you were done, Toji was texting you, telling you he was here.

You grabbed your things, put on your shoes, and went down to meet your boyfriend as fast as your heels would allow you.

You exited your building and immediately spotted him in his black suit leaning against his fancy car. He smiled when he saw you, and you blushed as you made your way over.

“Aw, you look beautiful, darling.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

Toji chucked at your response. God, he loved you.

“What ya got there?”

He pointed to the little baggy of cookies you had tied with a pretty pink ribbon.

“Well, I couldn’t really think of what to get you, so I figured the least I could do was bake you something.”

You handed him the little bag, and he looked at the cookies for a moment before smirking.

“I guess now I have two sweet things I can eat tonight.”

You turned bright red and looked at the ground.

“You can’t just say that!”

“Sure I can, doll. You’re mine, after all.”

He turned around and opened the passenger door for you. As you got in, he stopped you to give you a quick kiss on the lips. Well, as quick as a kiss with Toji could be anyway.

It really was a miracle that you hadn’t just died of embarrassment by now. You had been dating him for a year now, and you still got incredibly flustered by his embarrassing actions and remarks.

Toji started the car and began the drive to the restaurant.

“So, how was work? Did everything get cleared up?”

“No clue. It was taking forever, and I would have missed dinner, so I just left.”

He had a stupid smile on his face and was obviously pleased with himself.

“But doesn’t that just mean they’re going to keep calling you and asking you to come back?”

“Nah, that’s not a problem. I left my work phone at the office.”

He looked incredibly smug.

You rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto your face. As stupid as what he did was, you couldn’t help but be happy about the fact that he was so committed to being with you tonight.

The rest of the drive was filled with you talking about various unimportant things while he listened, occasionally commenting so that you weren’t worried you were annoying him.

When you arrived at the restaurant, Toji walked around and opened the door for you like he always did. You stepped out, and the two of you made your way into the restaurant. You had arrived a few minutes late, as was custom when going anywhere with your boyfriend, but everything still continued smoothly.

The two of you had a wonderful evening. The food was fantastic, and you just loved spending time with your boyfriend, despite his insistence on making comments about how he couldn’t wait to fuck you later as people walked by.

~🍓~

You walked into Toji’s apartment and followed him to the living room, where he took off his suit jacket and sat down on the couch. You were about to sit down beside him, but he stopped you.

“Come sit in my lap, princess.”

You blushed a bit at the request, but did what he asked regardless. It was hard to straddle someone’s lap in your rather short dress without it moving quite far up your thighs, but you were confident Toji wouldn’t mind.

When you were finally situated, he picked up your bag of cookies, took one out, and lifted it up to your mouth.

“But I-”

He pushed the cookie into your mouth, and you took a bite.

“Good?”

You chewed as quickly as you could.

“Mhm!”

He finished the rest of the cookie and put the rest of them aside.

“Come on, baby. Take my shirt off.”

Once again, you blushed, but you did as you were told. When you had his shirt fully unbuttoned, you couldn’t help but stare at his chest. He was so…bumpy.

Toji pulled his shirt all the way off and put his hands on your waist. He stood up and you wrapped yourself around him, trying not to fall. He made his way to the bedroom and dropped you onto his bed. He climbed on top of you and hooked his thumbs under the bottom of your dress. He pulled it off of you and stared at what he revealed. Under your dress, you were wearing pretty pink lingerie with a little pink bow at the center of the bralette and one on the center of the waistband of your panties.

“You look so pretty, princess.”

“Thank you.”

Toji raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry. Thank you, daddy*.”

“Good girl.”

He leaned in and kissed you. The feeling of his lips moving against yours was starting to get you worked up. He slid your panties down and off of you and undid your bra, throwing them both somewhere else in the room. He leaned in and whispered in your ear, telling you to get on your knees, and you complied right away.

You rested your head on Toji’s inner thigh as he undid his pants. He pulled out his cock, and you had it in your mouth almost immediately. You struggled to take him in, but he helped you. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed you down on his cock while you choked and gagged. When he had finally pushed you to the base of his cock, he held you there for a moment, reveling in the feeling of your warm throat around his big cock. He released his tight hold on your hair, now only resting it on the back of your head. Now that you were free to move as you pleased, you naturally started bobbing your head up and down his cock.

“Fuck, princess, you feel so good.”

You hummed around him at the praise, the vibrations making him throw his head back and let out a moan. Your jaw was already hurting, and your eyes had started to water, but you were determined to make your daddy feel good.

“Yeah, keep going baby. Just like that.”

After a few more minutes, he laced his hand through your hair once again and started fucking your mouth, clearly approaching his end. Toji fucked your mouth until he was filling it up with his cum. He pulled your head off of his cock and grabbed your face, squishing it so that you opened your mouth, and he could watch as you swallowed his cum.

“You’re such a good girl for me, princess. You make daddy so happy. Now, come sit up here so daddy can eat you out.”

“Yes, daddy.”

You could feel your blush quite clearly as you sat up on the edge of the bed, and your daddy situated himself between your legs. He leaned in and started drawing circles around your clit with his tongue. He moved his tongue around before centering on the little bundle of nerves, and you couldn’t stop the moans that were flowing from your mouth. He began moving his tongue faster and pressed it harder onto you. You felt him graze his teeth over your clit, and your hands shot from where they were gripping his comforter to his hair. You probably sounded pathetic with how much you were moaning, but you didn’t care. It just felt so good. Before too long, you felt yourself barreling towards an orgasm.

“Daddy, I think I’m gonna- ahhh!”

And just like that, you were cumming. You let out a loud moan and a whine while gripping his hair and moving your hips to press harder against your daddy's still moving tongue.

“Good girl.”

He stood up.

“Why don’t you lay down, so daddy can fuck your pretty little pussy.”

You squeaked out an “Okay” before wiggling back on the bed. Your daddy rid himself of his pants and climbed over where you had laid down on the bed. He reached down and pushed two fingers inside of you. His fingers were big, and it hurt slightly as they went in, making you let out a whine at the slight discomfort.

“Come on, pretty girl. It's gonna hurt a lot more than that when you take my cock.”

You covered your face with your hands. You were thoroughly embarrassed, but Toji wasn’t having it. He grabbed your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head.

“Don’t hide from me, princess. Daddy wants to see your pretty face.”

A few minutes after adding a third finger, he managed to bring you to your second orgasm of the night. You were out of breath, exhausted from cumming twice already. Toji pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean. Next, he lined his cock up with your hole and started pushing inside. Just him pushing the head in felt like so much. He kept pushing inside of you, shushing you while you whined about how big it was and playing with your clit to try to distract you.

Eventually, he was as far in as he could go. He could never fit all of himself inside of you. It just didn’t work. There was always at least a bit of him that wouldn’t go in.

He gave you a few moments to adjust before he started fucking you. It was slow and deep at first, but before too long, he was fucking you fast and, well, still deep.

The feeling of him fucking you so hard mixed with how he looked and the noises he was making was driving you insane. Toji was essentially feeling the exact same way. The way your tits bounced with every thrust and the way you moaned was fucking magical to him. Not to mention how fucking good you felt. You were so tight around him. It felt heavenly.

Soon enough, you felt your orgasm approaching, and you did your best to warm Toji, but you could barely get the words out through your moans.

“Daddy, I- fuck! Ah mmm, I’m gonna- ahhhh!”

Toji understood what you were trying to get across and reached down to play with your clit.

“Fuck, daddy!”

The added stimulation was enough to make you cum around him almost immediately. You swore you saw god when the endorphins shot through you. But when you came down from your high, Toji was still fucking you. He was definitely getting close, but he wasn’t quite there yet.

“Fuck princess, tell daddy how you want him to fill you up, how you’re his little cumdump.”

“‘m your cumdump daddy, want you to fill me up so bad, want your cum!”

After a few more thrusts, he was cumming, pumping you full of his warm cum. You could already feel some dripping out of you. Toji had always had a lot of cum to give you, and god did you love it.

He pulled out, and before much could spill out, he pushed his dripping cum back inside of you. He did this for a few minutes, absolutely transfixed by the sight. But you didn’t care, you thought it was kind of cute, and you didn’t mind the chance to recover from the experience.

After a little bit, Toji came and laid down beside you, and you rested your head on his chest. You listened to his heartbeat, and he stroked your hair.

About five minutes had passed when Toji asked if you wanted to have another round. Obviously, you said yes. It was your anniversary, after all.

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simmyfrobby · 2 months

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Being a bitch about the leafs getting a dewey is immature. Sadposting and making little edits about how awful Toronto is? Fuck off. Just because your team cant make the playoffs dont blame the teams that can. We will love him on the leafs. Get over yourself.

okay so i normally delete these kinda asks without bothering w a reply because i honestly think they’re kind of tiresome & because i know you’re just being a fan and if i can forgive wild fans for being unreasonable about their team i then i can forgive leafs fans for it too.

with that said: braindead take.

just. stupid. so stupid, in fact, that i will write a reply because i think it genuinely might make me feel a little better.

okay so lets start right at the end. WHY should i get over the fact that a player i like is no longer on my team. why should it matter that you’ll love him. my team was sold of in little bits to teams i either don’t care about or actively root against.

that?? sucks??

i care about my team. i want my team to win. i want my favourite players to stay on my team and when they don’t that’s upsetting. this is not a revolutionary concept.

also the way it all played out was kinda shitty. i knew we would likely lose duhaime, but after losing pat i thought we would maybe get to keep dewar. and when the deadline passed i thought we were ok. hell, even connor thought he was safe. and that he would get to stay with his friends. and then it turns out we lost him at the last second. and that’s fucking gutting.

“we will love him in toronto” ok. even if that is true, my favourite toy was taken away and given to some other kid. i don’t care whether or not they’re happy to have him. i didn’t want to give him away. were you happy for the canes when bunting went there instead of coming back to the leafs??? no because that’s not how this works. i don’t want good things for the leafs i want good things for my team. i don’t want other teams to win i want my team to win

and that’s allowed.

encouraged even.

“sadposting and making little edits” ok this is fair and accurate and i might make it my blog title if you don’t mind. it is funny to me that you interpret that poem as being about how much the leafs suck and not about?? how being traded suddenly?? and your best friend being traded away?? sucks??? poems are funny things and don’t say anything definitively, so you are allowed to interpret it however you like, but i haven’t gotten any angry avs fans in my inbox yelling about my "duhaime sadposts"?

but ok! directors note & something worth keeping in the back of your mind when interacting w this edit and also all other dewar edits:

This is not!!! About you!!!

i am not trying to hurt your feelings!! i do not care about your team!! for the love of god please just unfollow my blog.

also. and this is pedantic but i want to say it because its been bothering me. you don’t get “A Dewey”, you get Connor Dewar. the deweys were a matched set and without duhaime on the same team what does that even matter. you don’t get “dewey 2” you get Connor Dewar. congrats! that's great! he’s wonderful. please treat him nice etc etc.

being a bitch about the leafs is immature and i will do a better job of tagging my anti-leafs posts from now on. ill even tag all of my dewey poems as anti leafs if they're this upsetting to you.

one final thing: the wild not making the playoffs is very much the fault of other teams and i absolutely could blame other teams for it. theyre better and they beat us and now we might not make the playoffs. again: that's how this works. i get your point though, its not the leafs´ fault the wild have been miserable this season but i reserve the right to dislike them either way :)

congrats on the cute little guy. i will miss him very much. and again: PLEASE unfollow.

#i was right. that did make me feel better actually.#and im sorry but. bert went to the leafs and i had to listen to leafs fans complain about how much he sucked for several months #didnt love that. pardon me for not being overly optimistic about how dewar will be received #hope to be wrong ofc #i will miss him SO FUCKING MUCH u guys #fuck.

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Yandere Kurt Kunkle (4/4)

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*Sorry for being an hour late! Jut woke up. I decided to sleep in today :)

“Are you guys ready?” Jessie hyped from the stage, charismatic, charming, and incredibly sarcastic.

If Kurt wasn’t as jealous as he was, he would’ve been a fan. What fueled him more was seeing his girlfriend in the audience, near the front. She was adamantly watching. Kurt had his stream up. He only glanced at his reflection, and he had to admit, the car crash did a number on him. He had a bash in his skull and she blood dribbling from his mouth. His left eye was black and bruised. His shirt was torn. Even Kurt knew he looked unhinged.

Jessie did her mantra, and it irked the man. He was somewhat dazed, fingers twitching as he waited. He wanted it to be a spectacle. For Jessie to drop dead at the end of her show and to have Y/n flock to him for comfort the minute he saw him. It was just so unfair for Jessie Adams to have everything. The fame, the shows, the love of his life.

“All eyes on me. I want to be seen,” Kurt giggled.

He notice this chat was calling him a psycho. Delusional. Insane. It was funny, because he was the victim in the situation.

“Great. Get your phones out like we do every time. This is our favorite part, right?”

Kurt couldn’t help but pull his phone closer to his face, even though the overhead light blinded the camera. He pulled the gun to the stream, showing it off.

Jessie was prancing around on stage. She wasn’t even telling jokes anymore. It irked him that she was a ‘comedian.’ The woman was stalling. She completely lacked talent. How did Kurt just now blow up, after ten years of hard work, but Jessie squired thousands. In a matter of a few years?

Kurt’s gaze flitted back to the camera. He received a donation. ‘I made a Kurt Pepe to celebrate his survival.’ He didn’t say anything, though, returning his attention to the gig.

“So, if you follow me on social media, you probably know me and my girlfriend had to put some skeezy bozo, the driver included, in their places during a Spree ride today. The bozo, though, was all like ‘Come on, girl, give me a smile.’ Ugh, I mean, that’s not breaking news to any woman in this room. We go through this shit every day.” Some woman cheered from the audience in support of this statement. “What really grinder our gears was the slurs. I have to applaud him, though. It’s not every day a guy ticks all three boxes : I mean, any girl would be lucky to have him. Racist, misogynist, and homophobic?”

“Fuck that guy!”

“Right? Fuck that guy,” Jessie hollered. “He was a date-rape drug in person. And I was angry at this guy, but then I got sad. Because of the driver. The Spree driver.” Kurt turned the camera back to him. He was baffled. Maybe Y/n did have a point in their call earlier. “First of all, he was hitting on my girlfriend - and terribly, might I add - since they were real life friends. But second, he was like, ‘how’d you get suck a big following? We should share tips.’”

Kurt felt numb and angry at the same time. She was making a complete mockery of him. He raised the gun, his hands trembling. His patience had been tested all day. Oh, it was hard not to pull the trigger.

“And then he was kind of, like, soft begging, like,’ Oh, please, lord, tag me.’ And it was so sad and pathetic. And…” Jessie’s expression completely changed. Kurt was taken aback. “It was just like me.” That made Kurt pause. He finally started listening to what she was saying. Deeply. “I went to my granny’s house after with my girlfriend. My… my safe place, like my pre-show sanctuary. And I could not shake that ride. Like, I was so pissed. And I was thinking about that guy, and that ‘please tag me’ energy. And I was like,’ ugh god, that was pure me.’ Like, he was me. I’ve done that shit before.

“And then I just, like, reckoned with myself. For the last two years, I’ve been saying,’ All eyes on me.’ Now I finally have what I want, and I am creeped the fuck out. I’m serious. It’s like, whether you have twenty-million followers or twenty follower, we’re all being watched and judged and hated. And you love it, you love it. You need it. You’re all addicted to it.”

Kurt completely zoned out. This horrible, unfair woman… was right. For years, he had been trying to get the girl. But was the answer in front of him all along? Did he just… have to put down the camera —?

No. This woman knew he’d be watching. But he couldn’t deter himself now. How tens of thousands of followers he’d now acquired made the difference. He was making a difference. And at the end of the night, he’d get that girl. No doubt was in his mind.

“…And that’s why, when I wake up tomorrow, I’m going cold turkey. No more social media for me.” Kurt was stunned. She couldn’t be serious. Nobody could live without it. Not Kurt, not Y/n, and certainly not the woman who made a career of it. Kurt’s hands were trembling. He had to shoot. He needed to shoot.

“Okay! All eyes on this, bitch!”

That was all Kurt needed. It was like a lightbulb went off. He couldn’t do it here. Not now. He had to get Y/n and Jessie Adams alone. He had enough eyes on him to commit the deed. He was considering it as a… subscriber-only special.

And so, he darted out of the room to continue with his plan B.

~~~

Spree was down. Because of a murderous Spree driver. I was almost relieved our Spree Social was with Kurt and a total asshole. It could have been us that were victims. So, instead, Miles rang up a GoGo. I knew what Jessie was doing; she was a lesbian flirting with a man. But, apparently Miles was too obsessed with her to realize that we weren’t just setting up for a threesome.

“It’s a white coupe!” Miles informed, flashing a sloven grin.

Jessie wrapped her arm around my shoulders her fake smile dropping in a flash. Miles was called over by some ‘bro’s, but that was enough for us to make our mighty escape. We exited through the back and dashed up to the white coupe. Miles calling out to us from the outside.

I slipped inside, and slammed the door. The window was down, so as Jessie exclaimed,” Drive, drive, drive!”, she flashed a middle finger out the window.

I laughed loudly, a little tipsy from drinking all night. Jessie was also drunk, but she was better at hiding it. If anything, her mind was clearer after a few beers. I leaned against the window, a grin permanently glued to my face as the driver took off.

“God, at least he can’t spam me anymore, seeing as I broke my fucking phone,” Jessie sighed, leaning against the headrest. She was already on the verge of dozing off, but since we were going to her place, it wouldn’t be worth napping.

I nudged her playfully, and she reached over, intertwining our fingers. The city was dark and the roads were vacant. Jessie suddenly spoke up, incredibly alert,” Wait, what address did he give you?”

“Three-seventy-five south Hobart.”

“Okay, good.”

“Good.”

My heart froze. Maybe I was just drunk, but I leaned into the front, peering at the driver incredulously. I was… terrified when I saw the driver was Kurt. It may have been dark, but his jawline and dampened bangs were instantly recognizable. He glanced at me, flashing me a smile. I instantly withdrew into the back, blinking in surprise.

“Kurt?”

“The one and only.”

“H - how…”

“It’s my job, Y/n.”

“Wait, Kurt - oh, my god. Are you stalking her —“

“Yeah, you literally work for Spree —“

“Well, I’m sorry I’m not a super famous comedian and I have to work two jobs to pay the bills,” he suddenly snapped. He glared at us in the rear view mirror, and a pang of guilt hit me. But, although he was still displeased, he returned his gaze to the road. An awkward silence fell over us.

“I’m about to pass out. Fuck, I’m stressed.”

Shivers rolled down my spine. Kurt had made me incredibly alert now, but Jessie was clearly winded from the show. I let her lean her head down. I stared out at the passing traffic, hand on my chest to calm my pounding heart.

“Jessie,” Kurt suddenly spoke up, an eerie smile on his face,” I liked your set tonight. It was… it was inspirational.”

That was what made Jessie alert. She didn’t have her seatbelt on, so she scooted closer to me. She had a deathly grip on my hand. I squeezed it, as a silent ‘everything will be okay.’

“You saw it?”

“Hell yeah. I was there. It was awesome. Jessie, I think you’re actually a genius.”

“Thanks man. Uh… don’t take what I said to heart. If anything, take it as a compliment. I, uh, broke my phone for you…”

“I’m so glad you didn’t take that water bottle earlier. That would have been…”

“Why, Kurt?”

My question fell on deaf ears. Jessie was fading, and Kurt was selective with his hearing. I didn’t like that he chose not to answer it. “You know, Jessie, when you were talking up there, I realized inside of me, it was like this activator. And it, like… whoa, all of a sudden, the things that you were saying, I realized they were in my head, but I just had not thought them yet.”

“Okay… cool.”

I pulled my dead phone from my pocket. “Um, Kurt, do you have a phone charger in here?”

Kurt glanced at me, and I noticed something was dripping from his hair. He turned back before I could recognize it, though. “Um, nope. I need to charge my phone for work.”

“My phone’s dead. If I could use it for just a minute —“

“No.”

Ouch. Maybe he was holding a grudge from earlier. But something was off. Jessie was doing her darndest to stay awake, and somehow, she asked the fundamental question :

“Why are we going east? We need to be going west.”

“You know what I’m all about now, Jessie? I’m all about love. That was the fundamental issue me and Y/n had. But I’m a man of love, now.” It was like I wasn’t even in the car. Jessie was petrified, and Kurt was motioning like a madman, grinning ear to ear.

“You can just… just pull over here and let us out —“

“Okay, just listen to me,” Kurt interrupted. “It’s good for you to hear this before you die. Love is more powerful than anything.”

We both fell silent. I clung to the woman, petrified.

“Love is seriously the way to go. I mean, I’ve been in love with Y/n for years, but I just wasn’t showing it the right way. Imagine how happy she’d be from the audience growth I’ve had. And the audience growth we’d have for a leaked sex tape! I mean, having sex. We’re beyond having sex at that point. We’re, like, making love!”

“Where are we going, Kurt?” I squeaked fearfully, tears threatening to fall.

“Oh! I’m taking you home,” he said, confused. He turned completely, and I could see that what stained his face was blood. It glimmered in the street light.

“This is not the way to my fucking house, Kurt!” Jessie shrieked, having lost her temper once again. Understandably so, because the man was a maniac. And I felt guilty for creating it.

“Oh,” he sighed. “Not your home. My home.” He turned, looking at me again. His face was stone cold serious, and I couldn’t help but squeal quietly.

“My home.”

Jessie, with flared nostrils, turned to look at me and I at her. The reality of the situation was setting in. Kurt was a fucking psycho. And we were going to die. And probably get raped first. For content.

This wasn’t the Kurt I knew. Or had he always been this way?

We continued driving in silence. Kurt turned into a deserted neighborhood, dark and dismal, but I knew the streets well. We were close to his home. Jessie pulled away, quietly shuffling through her purse. She withdrew a phone cord, wrapping her hands in it. Kurt was humming to himself.

I recognized the song. It was our favorite in high school. I knew it well.

Grunting, Jessie suddenly pulled the phone cord over Kurt’s head and around his neck. Kurt kept one hand on the steering wheel as the car swerved, the other going to tug at the strong cord. I was left to sit back, not wanting to compromise Jessie’s plan in the slightest. Kurt was struggling, and struggling badly.

He was gasping for breath, finally releasing the wheel. His foot was slamming on the breaks, and that caused my head to skyrocket against the window. My vision went blurry and I lost control of my body as we swerved onto Kurt’s front lawn.

Kurt finally shook himself free, and Jessie fell back, screaming. I took my foot up and went to kick his red face. He took it, but at the same time, caught my foot. I screamed trying to pull back. However, he tugged on it, maiming me in the backseat.

He undid his seatbelt with his free hand. He looked pained as I swatted at his leering body. He grabbed me by hair and bashed my head into the window. It didn’t knock me out completely, but I was winded. I didn’t have enough strength to stop him as he surely attacked Jessie the same.

Silence fell over the car, except for the ringing in my ears. And that’s when I felt Jessie’s side of the car open. I glanced over, fingers twitching, as I watched her body fall out the car. Kurt was paying me no mind, talking to his stream, as he hoisted Jessie up and started dragging her to the middle of the field.

This was the time to escape. Y/n, please, wake the fuck up.

I sat up abruptly, screeching out of terror when I saw that Kurt had dragged Jessie’s body into the middle of the field. He was waving a gun in one arm, and a phone in the other. I must not have alerted him.

I tried opening the door, but then I noticed a certain red light on the handle : the child’s lock was on. I stomped my foot and began attempting to climb into the front. I noticed, though, that this drew Kurt’s attention back to me. He began walking over to the car, but I noticed Jessie twitching from behind him.

Good.

I was half in the front seat. He was almost there, but in a last ditch effort to save my skin, I reached over and locked the driver’s side door. Kurt, with a pouting expression banged on the window. I flinched, trying to push myself up further.

“Y/n, unlock the door. You’re acting irrational.”

“Me?” I shrieked, banging on the window back. “You’r the one fucking killing people, Kurt!”

I kicked, pushing three-fourths of my body into the front. Kurt, with a strained face, was now slamming the back of his gun into the window. And yet, just as I clambered into the front seat, a shot was fired.

But not at me.

I covered my head instinctually. Silence fell, but then I heard roaring laughter and an ‘oops!’

I looked up, trying to reposition myself. But, as I looked up, I realized what he’d shot. Jessie.

A scream bubbled but could not escape. I was frozen, even when another gunshot fired. It was muted, probably due to the silencer clipped on the front. Tears were streaming down my face. I suddenly flinched, though, my gaze flitting away from Jessie’s corpse as glass shattered on me.

Before I could react to the shattered window, though, Kurt reached in and unlocked the door. I tried scrambling to the other side, but as my body turned, he grabbed my ankle and dragged me out. My head hit the step on the way, and the ringing got louder.

I felt the world underneath me move. I heard vague, enthused chatter as two warm arms hooked under mine and pulled me off the ground. I couldn’t will my eyes to open, but I also wouldn’t allow myself to pass out. Jessie had died fighting for her life because of my friend. The least I could do was escape, too.

I felt grunting as I was hoisted over a back. Footsteps ensued, and I couldn’t help but bury my blood-stained face in the crook of Kurt’s neck. I was aware of what was going on around me. I just couldn’t move my body in the slightest.

A door opened. I assumed we were entering his house. I was in so much pain. And yet, Kurt was still humming our song. He was stronger than I ever gave him credit for. But that was beside the point.

I was dropped on a cushioned area. The couch, I think. My head lulled back instinctually, and I tried to tune into the one-sided conversation. Fingers poked and prodded at my face gleefully.

“…Now, I see you certain psychos in the chat begging for me to kill her,” Kurt chirped. “Sorry, not happening anytime soon. Right now, I’m thinking about finishing off dad and then getting the fuck out with her. You guys might not have a stream from us in a while, on account of escaping the police. That’s tough luck you know?

“But god, just look at her. All sound asleep… I should clean her off a bit before we get going.”

Kurt pulled away, but just then, I heard a manic, deep cry. I muttered under my breath, finally having feeling return to my twitching body. Chris’s voice rang out.

“Kurt…! Did you do this to your mother? Who did this?”

I heard him adjust his gun. “Sorry, dad. I just had to get her out of the way. I’m going to make this quick because Y/n and I are heading out soon. I’m thinking Nevada. I don’t want to be too far away from home, after all —“

“What the fuck are you talking about, man? Just put the gun down. We can talk about this —“

“We had an entire fucking lifetime to talk about it! We had tonight!” Kurt was pissed. I knew he always hated his father, and rightfully so. But nobody deserved to die in this situation. “But no-o-o, you cared more about your shitty soundtracks and drugs and alcohol. I’m done wasting my time being unhappy, I’m done wasting my time on you and mom!”

“Kurt, please… just think rationally. What would Y/n think —?”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Just like that, it was like I had found life. But instead of immediately springing to my feet, I remained still, with my eyes closed. I heard blood splatter across the walls, and some even hit me. I heard Kurt laugh, satisfied.

“Wow! That was easier than I thought it would be. He didn’t even put up a fight. You’d think a selfish asshole like him would.”

He thudded back over to me, gripping my cheek and tilting my head up. I assumed his phone was in close proximity of my face. “Isn’t she cute, chat? I can’t believe some of you wanted her dead. I stole this wedding ring from mom. I plan on proposing when she wakes up, just to show you guys how much we love each other.”

His words made me sick to my stomach. Kurt had lost it. I scanned my brain for signs. When? How? Why? I couldn’t believe he’d always been this way. Maybe the change was so slow that I never could’ve called it. But I should’ve. Because lives would’ve been saved if I spotted the insanity sooner.

“Welp, let me give you guys a house tour while I pack.”

I heard him stomp away. The house became silent, except for Kurt’s distant, cheerful chatter. That was my queue. I hopped to my feet as quietly as I could, stabilizing myself. I’d taken too many blows and had sustained a limp. My face felt sweaty, but I knew better. It was caked blood.

I sent one glance over my shoulder, which confirmed that Chris had bled out right beside Kurt’s pale and deceased mother. I wanted to throw up on the spot, but I knew this was my chance to escape and call for help. I limped over to the front door, which had been left wide open.

I almost laughed as I passed through the door frame. But it was all for nought, as Kurt’s shout of surprise echoed the living room behind me. That was enough to send me running, even though a jolt went through my body with every step.

Kurt’s house was in the middle of butt fuck nowhere. However, as I got closer to the road, preparing to scream, my leg caved. I let out a scream, but it was from pain. My leg had finally caved, and I facepalmed in the dirt. My immediate reaction was to claw myself back onto my feet and keep screaming, but a body tackled mine.

I let out voice-cracking sobs from the pain. I definitely twisted an ankle and got a concussion at the minimum. However, as a hand covered my mouth, I could only hear some loud hushes emitting from the psycho straddling me from behind.

“Calm down, Y/n. You’re safe now. Stop being so silly,” he comforted, pressing something metallic to my hair as he ran his fingers through it. His fingers were slimy and wet. I released mangled sobs into his hand.

His weight lifted off me for but a moment, and I was flipped onto my back. Even with a streetlamp shining on us, there were still black pots in my vision. I blinked furiously, finally being met with Kurt’s manic expression. He was so happy. He shouldn’t have been. I didn’t see anything on his features betray anything else. He loomed over me, like a predator and prey.

“There we go. Nice and calm. This is how things are supposed to be, right, Y/n? Things are supposed to be fair. And now they are.” There was a hunger present in his eyes. He leaned closer, andI felt his breath fan across my face. “Now, I’m going to remove my hand and you’re going to be calm. Otherwise, I’ll have to knock you out. And that’s not how I want our first kiss to go, you know?”

My blood ran cold, but I resigned myself to what would happen next. I nodded.

He removed his hand, and I opened my mouth. He was on edge, preparing to hit me with the butt of the pistol. Instead, I meekly croaked,” Kurt, stop.”

He completely blanked before tilting his head in confusion. “What’s wrong, Y/n? Stop what? Do you need a shower? Oh - are you hungry —“

“Kurt! This is insane. You’re insane,” I sobbed. “I can’t believe I used to have a crush on you. If only I knew what you were really like.”

Kurt’s brows furrowed, and I almost laughed. Of course he was that stupid to have never known. He was too obsessed and demented. The way he must see the world…

“You… used to have a crush? On me? When?”

I snickered. “Like, tenth grade. Back when you used to be a good person. Honestly, Kurt, just fucking kill me. I’m tired. I’m hurting. I’m sad and everything bad. If you like me so much, just end it for me.”

Kurt frowned, once again stroking my hair with gun in hand. I tilt my head away over so slightly, making him twitch in dissatisfaction. “Well… if you really don’t like social media that much… we’ll go off the grid. A road trip. Just you and me. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

He’d twisted my words to his own satisfaction. He never listened. I couldn’t help but resign myself to what happened next. He crashed his pistol into the side of my head, and it all went blank.

#yandere #x reader #x y/n #self insert #joe keery x reader #joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery one shot #yandere spree #spree #spree movie #yandere x reader #kurt kunkle x reader #yandere kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle #kurtsworld96 #yandere horror #horror #horror films

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imagineitdearies-old · 10 months

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do you have any fav fics right now?

Hey anon! I have been taking a bit of a back seat on writing, so BOY do I have a ton of fics to recommend. I'm guessing you might be looking specifically for lucemond? I'll try to rec mostly that, though a few rhaenicent might slip in too 😁

(note some of these have dark content, please as always read the tags!)

(K)not me by Avonne - as always, @avonneslovelies delivers the perfect twisted combo of steaming hot smut and an emotionally-conflicted, hard-but-actually-soft Aemond. Can’t wait for future updates, but it stops in a good place to read like a one-shot!

as if you were a mythical thing by greynovembers - Lucerys as a sacrificial offering to god!Aemond? I will read this premise a million times, but this one-shot is probably my favorite rendition so far of this pairing.

prisoners of war; me and you and our baggage by @glaciya - have I recommended this before? Yes, yes I have. But now there are two more chapters!! If you aren't following this sweet amnesiac-fisherman!Lucerys fic, you are losing out.

Blood Ties by vishini - Relatively new, and yet the best omega!Aemond I've ever read?? A lovely remix of the usual 'Lucerys locked up and married off to Aemond during or post-Dance' where it's Aemond locked up, but the arranged marriage happened a long time ago pre-Dance. Regularly getting updated too, so anyone who likes omega!Aemond--READ THIS!!!

Real gods require blood by maya28 - (edit) I can’t believe I forgot to include this one—speaking of ‘Lucerys locked up during or post-Dance’ here is my new favorite for this trope. Possibly will surpass anything else at this rate it’s THAT good in writing style, characterization, and plot (not to mention the smut gahhhhhh), and it’s regularly updating! Pleeaaaase everyone read this.

hamartia by hypothesistest @goodbadbaby - Another omega!Aemond (and finished), but modern and full of catholic guilt. Chef's kiss!

tonight I'm gonna cut it out and restart by alphayamergo - Okay, so it's rhaenicent, but surprisingly in Otto's POV and I still loved it. That tells you how well this cute, hilarious one-shot is written, lol.

the loving needs the bleeding by monkkeyslut - Both rhaenicent and lucemond, modern horror inspired by the show 'Midnight Mass' and written by monkkeyslut so of course I just had to read it.

Nekonarashi by @chibifier - Filthy, noncon but also kind of funny??? Idk man, all I can say is this: Lucerys wearing cat ears & tail + Aemond in a business suit = yes

Nobody Nothing Nowhere by hypothesistest - definitely the darkest thing I've read in a while....I almost hesitate to flat out recommend it, even though it's written beautifully. All I can say is that the ending is SO satisfying and if you can handle a lot of sad underage/noncon content, the catharsis of the last chapter is more than a fic has made me feel in a while.

If you read any of these, remember to give the authors some love :) it's the biggest contribution we readers can make to keep this fandom going!!

#maybe i'll make another list for all the shadowgast i'm reading rn #not as much into hotd content in the last couple of months #but there's still lots of gems #my fic recs #lucemond #if i can tag more authors lemme know #ask me shit #edits made to this post

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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 5 months

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Late night post! (Well late for me anyways) Have part 13! Take it! Get it out of my docs! Need any refreshers? There’s a summary here in part 1.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka, Danny Wagner x Jake Kiszka ***more delusional slash

Warnings and tags: 18+ only dear god!! Lots of sexual content, m/m sex including some oral and fingering, dirty talk?, drinking, angst, infidelity, love triangles, third person POV Jake and Danny, restaurant AU. I didn’t have time to edit this much so please forgive me!

Word count: 5.6k

Danny told Jake just about everything that had happened. About how he and Sam seemed to never be on the same page, about their fights, and about the most recent one where Sam had basically broken up with him before his trip. He left out the details about a lot of their fights being about Sam bringing up Jake. He was beating himself up enough about it all, he didn’t need Jake trying to martyr himself by shouldering the blame for Danny’s sake.

“Sounds like you need a drink, and a strong one” Jake offered Danny after he’d gathered himself long enough to start feeling a little embarrassed about showing up at his door like this and crying up a storm.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, I’ll need to drive home” Danny replied, though he didn’t make a move to get up off the couch.

“Don’t worry, stay in Josh’s room”. It felt weird for him to keep referring to it as ‘Josh’s room’ when it had been so long since he stayed in there, but spare bedroom just didn’t sound right either. “You shouldn’t go home alone like this anyways”.

“You aren’t expecting any company?” Danny questioned. He hadn’t seen Kim at work today, so he kind of assumed she might be here. In fact, now that he was pretty sure it was just him and Jake alone in his apartment, he felt even more awkward.

“No, I’m not” Jake cracked a small smile, standing to make his way to the kitchen. “Kim is out with her nephew. Last I heard they were making their way to the third bar on their itinerary”.

Danny got up to follow Jake, thinking that drink did sound pretty good. “Oh, Noah right?”

“Yeah, he’s a good kid. We've had dinner a couple of times” Jake responded, pulling some glasses out from the cabinet followed by a recently opened bottle of bourbon.

“Nice bottle” Danny commented as he watched Jake pour two doubles. Jake always had some sort of expensive nice liquor to pull out in times like this.

“Paul gifted it to Kim for Christmas”, Jake tried to hand Danny his glass while taking a long sip of his own.

“Oh, we shouldn’t be drinking all of Kim’s liquor then” he tried to decline now that he knew where it came from, but Jake insisted, shoving the glass into his hand and taking the bottle back with him into the living room.

“She doesn’t like bourbon” he replied proving just how little Paul really knew about her if that’s what he got her for Christmas. Jake took his seat back on the couch and waited for Danny to do the same. “Besides, I would be thoroughly surprised if we went through this whole bottle in one night”.

They didn’t drink the whole bottle, but they did make a pretty damn good dent in it as Jake told Danny stories about his time in culinary school and his first year working alone in the restaurant. He could tell Danny needed a distraction right now, so he talked on about anything and everything he could think of, just to keep the time passing by.

Danny had never heard Jake talk so much, but it seemed like the more he drank, the more he talked. It was comforting, Jake had plenty of cool and interesting and even funny stories that he wondered why he’d never heard them before.

He figured it was probably because Jake had already had someone to tell all these stories.

Just like Danny had Sam, Jake and Josh had no doubt shared plenty of late nights just like this, sitting on the couch together drinking, and knowing Josh probably laughing until their sides were stinging.

That’s how their real friendship had begun. Not because they’d started having sex together all these months ago, but because they were there for each other when they’d both lost the most important people in the world to them.

“I think I’m going to head to bed now if you don’t mind” Danny finally spoke up after a good few hours of just hanging out. It’s not like he wanted any space, the opposite in fact, but he knew if he didn’t say something now Jake would stay up all night with him and he didn’t want to be more of a burden than he already was.

Danny tried to stand, realizing exactly how much the bourbon had hit him when he lost his balance and began to tumble back down. He’d have surely bit the end of the coffee table if Jake hadn't been there to catch him, placing a hand against Danny’s chest and another under his arm and around his back to steady him.

“Woah there, let me help you up the stairs” Jake laughed. Not because Danny couldn’t hold his liquor, no Danny had a one night pass in his book to act as fucked up as he needed to without any judgement from him, but because he’d had just as much to drink so he didn’t know how he was going to help very much.

Danny’s skin prickled at the touch, but he tried to hide it as they walked towards the stairs, stumbling and laughing some more.

“Okay, you go up first and I’ll follow you” Jake slipped his arm out from underneath Danny’s and moved around behind him, nudging him in the back to take the first step.

“So if I fall I can take us both with me?” Danny giggled, looking over his shoulder with a loopy smile.

Jake’s voice caught in his throat at the sight of Danny’s bright toothy smile. He hadn’t seen him smile like that in a long time, but the blood swirling in his head carrying the alcohol through his veins was starting to really do the trick. Maybe he should just bring some blankets down and let him sleep on the couch?

Just as the thought crossed his mind, Danny started up the stairs, making it more than halfway before pausing and rocking a bit. Jake snapped out of his momentary stupor and ran up the stairs after him. After placing his hands on his back again, he helped Danny the rest of the way up before they both let out an exhale of relief.

“Thanks,” Danny turned and wrapped his arms around Jake’s shoulders, pulling him into a bear hug. “Thanks for everything Jake. You’re the fucking best”.

“Alright, let’s get you to bed” Jake pat his back a few times before pulling away and walking him towards the door to his room for the night. “Sheets are good, I can grab you another pillow if you want”.

Danny took the few steps his long legs needed to carry him into the room and flopped down onto the bed with a groan. It felt really good to be horizontal.

“Fuck, let me go grab you the trash can from the bathroom too. You better not barf on the bed okay!”

Danny waved him off, crawling further up onto the bed to get comfortable. He had nearly passed out already when Jake returned, placing the little trash can lined with a reused grocery bag on the floor and setting something down next to him. “You left these here a while ago”.

Danny opened his eyes to see a pair of pajama pants, ones he’d noticed had gone missing but wasn’t for sure where. Jake had kept them?

“Umm, thanks”. He picked up the old flannel fabric and sat up, pulling his shirt off first before Jake even left the room.

Jake’s face flushed at the sight of Danny shirtless. He knew better than to react that way, but he wasn’t exactly in the state right now to control himself very well. “Well, good night then” he reached around and scratched the back of his head, trying not to let how flustered he was all of a sudden be too obvious.

“Good night Jake” Danny replied, being in his right mind enough to wait to change his pants until after Jake left.

Jake let out a long sigh when he made it into his room, stripping out of his own clothes and sliding into bed. He knew letting Danny stay the night was dangerous, but he’d controlled himself very well.

He closed his eyes and tried not to think about who was sleeping just across the hall. Tried not to hang that picture of Danny’s bare chest up at the front of his mind again as he drifted off to sleep.

Danny woke up early in the morning with a splitting headache. Hangovers didn’t usually hit him this hard, but he had drank a lot last night on a practically empty stomach, not having had the appetite to eat anything earlier.

He quietly rummaged through Jake’s bathroom cabinet, but he didn’t have anything in there that would help cut the pounding in his head.

After a knock on Jake's bedroom door went unanswered, he pushed the door open and stepped inside seeing that Jake was still crashed out on his bed. Face down with his blankets kicked to the edge clad in nothing but his boxers.

“Jake?” Danny shook his shoulder, causing Jake to return to the real world from unconsciousness just enough to respond “hmmn?” with his eyes still closed.

“Where do you keep your Tylenol? Asprin? Anything to kill this god awful headache”.

Jake limply tossed his arm further above his head and pointed towards his headboard, mumbling “book, blue book”.

Danny watched Jake, eyes shifting from where he laid unmoving up to the blue book and back down to him who looked like he’d already fallen back asleep. “You really need to find a new hiding spot” Danny whispered in a sigh to mostly himself as he braced a hand on the side of Jake’s bed and stretched out over him to try and reach the hollowed out book without actually waking him.

Once he successfully retrieved it he opened it to find Jake did have a small bottle of Tylenol inside now. Along with a few prerolls, his favorite lighter, and a new strip of condoms. A different brand than the ones he remembered him having. He guessed Jake and Kim got pretty busy.

Danny popped a few pills in his mouth, shuddering at how hard they went down without any water, and stretched to replace it on the headboard.

As he was concentrating on getting the book back into its spot, he felt the sheets pulling underneath his hand and the bed shifting as Jake rolled around onto his back.

Danny’s eyes slipped down, and saw that Jake was wide awake now, staring upwards at him with glowing amber orbs in the small amount of morning light that seeped through his heavy curtains.

Caught off guard, Danny dropped the book and it landed right on Jake’s forehead with a hard thump.

“Ow!” Jake reached up and rubbed the pain from his head, though he laughed a little at the absurdity of it. “You trying to give me a headache too?”

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” Danny scrambled to pick it back up, though once it bounced off Jake’s forehead it fell to the other side of him so Danny had to really reach over him this time in an attempt to retrieve it.

“It’s ok” Jake giggled again, reaching up to grasp onto the arm stretched in front of his face.

All the hairs on Danny’s arm stood up at Jake’s touch, and he forgot the book again as he looked at Jake once more.

He wasn’t sure what came first, the pull on his arm, or him careening forward, but either way they both ended up with their lips on each other.

It was fast and desperate the way Jake pulled on him any way he could to get Danny onto the bed with him, and the way Danny quickly slipped out of his pants as he crawled forward letting his body come to rest fully on top of Jake’s.

Jake was mewling into Danny’s mouth with every flick of his tongue against his own. The kiss wasn’t soft or gentle. It was all tongue and teeth as the two fought for control, both taking head then giving away to the other like waves of a storm chopping together in the middle of a dark ocean.

Neither questioned what they were doing. They knew. This had been brewing all night and by this point neither doubted that they wanted it, especially when Jake took hold of one of Danny’s hands and pushed it past the waistband of his boxers letting Danny feel how painfully hard he already was.

Jake held the hand there with an iron tight grip on his wrist as he rocked his hips forward, fucking himself already against Danny’s palm just to ease a bit of the building pressure.

Danny’s voice finally broke the silence between them as he smirked at the lewd display below him. “Are you going to let me actually touch you? Or are you going to cum just like this?”

Jake replied without losing a beat, unphased, “still ever the charmer I see”. He wasn’t ashamed of his behavior right now. He was always the type to take what he wanted without apologizing.

“Do I need to teach you patience again?” Jake spoke again, which Danny thought was cheeky considering he was the one still grinding against his hand.

“To hell with patience” Danny groaned, leaning forward to steal another fierce kiss. Patience hadn’t gotten him anywhere lately, and if he was already sinning then he might as well drink the whole damn bottle.

“Look at us Danny. We’re already there” Jake snickered against his lips. “Welcome to hell”.

That’s what the Kiszkas were, Danny thought, angels straight from hell here to pull him into the depths. That was okay though, he was letting it happen because he always thought he’d be going to hell for one reason or another. He just thought it’d be with Sam.

Sam, oh god Sam, he flashed through Danny’s mind. Not as the temptation he used to be, but as a warning message. Like Danny’s conscience was trying to give him one last chance to see what he’d be giving up if he chose to continue now.

Jake could tell a battle was raging through Danny’s mind by the way his body stiffened and his gaze grew distant. He stopped all his movement and let go of Danny’s hand now, giving him the opportunity to pull away if that's what he wanted. “Hey, talk to me, are you alright?”

“Did you ever think about me while we were with them?” Danny questioned out of the blue, referring to being with Sam and Kim.

Jake’s face turned a shade of red that nearly matched his sheets as he remembered all the times he’d fantasized past his better judgment about being with Danny like this again. “Yeah Danny I did, quite a bit”.

Suddenly Jake grew insecure, not because of his confession, but because he remembered now his first time with Danny. The way he’d asked Danny to and let him think about Sam while he fucked him. He’d been okay with it at the time because he didn’t see another way to get Danny in bed with him. This time was different, it had to be after everything that happened. Jake didn’t want to just be a placeholder anymore.

Despite how much he did want to be with Danny Jake was prepared to back away this time if that was still the case, but Danny’s face softened and he looked almost relieved, “I… I did too”.

Jake relaxed again, settling back into his mattress as he wrapped his arms around Danny’s shoulders. “You did what exactly?” Jake knew what Danny meant, but he wanted to hear him say it clearly as Jake’s own voice returned to its suave tone.

Danny smiled, catching on quickly to Jake’s game. He let his body relax as well, slotting their legs together and grinding his hips down. Jake's grip on his shoulders tightening as they both slipped right back into their trance.

“I thought about you too” Danny clarified, letting his hands find purchase on Jake’s hips to hold him in place and grind down harder causing them both to moan softly.

“Tell me” Jake commanded as he pulled Danny down even closer, “tell me what you thought about”.

“How about I show you?” Danny suggested, letting go of Jake and reaching around to pry his arms off him.

Once he successfully freed himself he looked down at Jake again, almost waiting to see if he would say something else. Something to stop him this time, but Jake only watched him expectantly, biting at his lip as he watched Danny descend down his body.

Danny placed Jake’s wrists one over the other and held them against his lower stomach as his other hand went to work pulling Jake boxers down low enough to free his entire length.

Danny’s eyes flicked forward as he placed a chaste kiss just to the tip, and Jake didn’t shy away. He just stared holes into the top of Danny’s head, trying to keep himself steady as Danny took him in.

It’s like breath wasn’t even necessary the way Danny sucked and kissed and licked with expert skill. Fuck, he had learned a lot since the first time. There was only one problem.

The small ropes of muscle in Jake’s wrists flexed against Danny’s grip. “Danny, wait” he pleaded, twisting his wrists against his stomach.

“What, is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?” Danny started to panic. Waiting for Jake to push him off. To tell him he couldn’t go around in a circle like this, but Jake only squirmed underneath him, twisting his wrists harder.

“I want to be able to touch you”.

Danny’s panic subsided immediately when he saw Jake’s expression as he released his hands. Jake’s eyes burned like coals as he reached up and cupped his face, pulling him back down into a fiery kiss that reignited a fire between them they didn’t even know still smoldered.

“My turn” Jake lifted onto his elbows and pushed on Danny’s shoulder, causing him to fall to the side. “Don’t you want to know what I thought about you?”

“No Jake,” Danny replied with a mischievous grin as he made himself comfortable on his back now. “I want you to show me”.

“Good” Jake replied, placing a quick kiss to the center of Danny’s chest before jumping off the bed. “Wait there a sec”.

“Jake?” Danny called in confusion. Sitting up, his eyes followed Jake’s form as he trotted across his bedroom to his dresser.

He pulled open the top drawer and pushed a few things around before reaching in towards the back. “My other hiding spot”. Danny could see his smirk on his face from across the room. So Jake was awake enough to hear him earlier. After he found what he was looking for he walked slowly this time back towards Danny on the bed. Stalking like a predator waiting to pounce on its prey.

“Gonna need this” Jake tossed whatever was in his hand towards Danny, who had to think quickly to catch it before it hit him. It was his tiny bottle of lube. “You want to be on your back or on your knees?”

“How did you picture it?” Danny asked, because he didn’t mind either way. He just wanted, no needed, Jake to get back into the bed with him as quickly as possible.

“Turn over” Jake requested. Danny caught a glimpse of him pulling his boxers all the way off before crawling back over to him as he obliged and positioned himself on his elbows and knees.

“Just like this?” Danny wanted to make sure he was getting the picture right to live out Jake’s fantasy as he handed him back the bottle.

“God- just like this” Jake groaned as he lubed up his fingers and placed one hand against Danny's tailbone, bringing the other to his entrance. Delicately, he danced his fingers around, adding more pressure with each passing motion until he was slipping one inside and Danny was letting out a sigh of relief.

Danny rocked back against Jake’s hand, trying to get him to reach that spot deep inside that he knew would have him unraveling fast. “Jake, more. Please, I want another”.

“Shhh” Jake consoled him, but did push harder, moving his hand on Danny’s lower back to grip his hip for support. “Remember what I told you about patience?”

Danny whimpered, and let his head fall between his arms, looking down to see his hard throbbing cock bouncing with each rock of his hips backwards. “Can I at least touch myself?”

Jake chuckled lowly, reveling in the lack of shame or embarrassment coming from the man below him. He was completely bent to his will after the use of just one of his fingers. “Well, since you thought to ask. Go ahead”.

Danny reached between his chest and the sheets, finding himself with a groan as he tugged, just lightly, he didn’t want to get too carried away.

As soon as he felt the throbbing subside and turn into pure pleasure, he gasped slightly at the introduction of another one of Jake's fingers. He was so focused on relieving himself he didn’t even have the chance to prepare for Jake’s next move and the feeling was so overwhelming he let his hand fall away.

“Why’d you stop touching yourself?” Jake teased as his fingers picked up their pace.

“Because it feels too good” Danny whined again right as Jake pressed in far enough to catch that sweet spot. “Right there! Jake right there!”

Jake leaned over Danny’s crumpled body, sticking his nose right into the disheveled curls behind his ear. “Relax,” he whispered, pressing his hips against Danny’s ass and rocking them forward with every thrust of his fingers, “we don’t want you cumming just yet. I’ve barely gotten started”.

“Fuck Jake, then fuck me already. I can’t hold out much longer”. Danny begged, reaching around to grab onto the fleshy side of Jake’s hip.

“Damn Danny, you really do need it don’t you? Did my brother not fuck you good enough?”

Danny shivered underneath him at his choice of words. Sam only ever brought Jake up to start an argument, but Jake didn’t shy away from the matter. Instead he wielded it like a weapon, taking his best aim at Danny with his third finger positioned before inevitably pulling the trigger and pushing inside.

Before Danny could think of a way to respond, his mind was being filled with white noise at the stretch. He could feel his mouth was open, his jaw hanging loose, but he couldn’t tell if any noise was coming out.

Minutes might have passed, or mere seconds, either way all he knew was Jake was pulling his fingers out slowly, using the leftover lubricant to coat himself up before walking forward on his knees until he was situated perfectly for just the right angle.

“Take a deep breath for me” Danny heard through the sound of his heart beat pounding in his ears. Though he couldn’t be sure if it had come from Jake, or somewhere deep within himself. Once he couldn’t hold his breath any longer he exhaled and Jake pushed inside, slowly, matching his pace with Danny’s breath.

“You’re even better than I imagined” Jake groaned, steadying himself when he was sheathed all the way inside, letting Danny adjust. “What do you think? Am I living up to your standards?”

“I don’t know” Danny responded when he’d gathered himself enough to form coherent sentences again, let alone banter back and forth. “I need you to move first then I’ll find out”.

Jake pulled out and gave an experimental thrust back in, “you want me to ruin you don’t you?” He hoped that he wasn’t going too fast, but he too was reaching his own mental limit. “Want me to make it so that you can’t ever think of anyone else fucking this tight ass?”

Danny responded this time with a moan, balling Jake’s sheets up into his fists until his knuckles were turning white. He wanted to cum already, and surely any slight touch to his leaking cock would send white ropes of release across those same sheets.

He didn’t want this to end yet though, so he kept his grip tight and his hips high as Jake really started thrusting, taking Danny’s continuous moans as the green light to increase the momentum.

The ability to talk escaped the both of them as the room was filled instead with the nefarious sounds of their harmonious moaning and the snapping of Jake’s hips against the back of Danny’s thighs.

“So good. Fuck Danny you’re so good” Jake moaned with each unrelenting thrust.

“I want to cum” Danny begged, feeling his knees starting to slip, and he knew as soon as he was able to grind into the mattress it’d be game over.

Just as he thought his body might give out, Danny felt Jake pull out completely causing him to cry out at the loss. “Roll over, I want to see your face when I make you cum”.

Jake helped Danny back onto his back, grabbing his legs and nearly bending the taller man in half as he reentered from the new position. It took some situating at first, especially with the size difference, but soon enough Jake was thrusting again at an even faster pace hitting the same spot Danny was reeling from earlier.

“You gonna cum for me now? I can feel you clenching around me”. Though his thrusts were quick, his rhythm was staggering. He knew as soon as he felt Danny let go then he wouldn’t be far behind him.

Danny had to admit, he did prefer this view. The perspiration on Jake’s skin seemed to sparkle under the single ray of sunshine that broke through the curtains. He was like some sort of supernatural creature in his beauty and Danny was dazed in awe as he watched Jake let go of one of his legs and run his thumb up his chest to collect a stray bead of sweat.

“Jake-” Danny panted out quickly, trying to get his attention before it was too late and the building tension in the pit of his stomach snapped. “Will you kiss me?”

Jake nearly lost it right there, the need and desperation in Danny’s voice and expression enough to send him hurtling towards his finish as he leaned forward and connected their lips. With that, and the two more expertly delivered blows to his sweet spot, Danny was spilling out between them.

Jake was eating up every little moan and cry straight from Danny’s mouth as he steadied his hips to a slow rock, waiting until Danny had come down from his orgasm until he pulled out and finished right on top of Danny’s.

Tired and spent, Jake collapsed on top of Danny, lazily placing open mouthed kisses to his chest as Danny wrapped his arms around him and hummed his content.

“You want to stay here a little bit longer?” Jake questioned, slipping his arms around Danny’s chest and listening in on his heart slowing back down to a normal beat.

“I’ve got to work later, but I can stay until then” Danny replied, closing his eyes and stretching his body, accessing the damage now that the high was wearing off. He might have overdone it a bit, guess it was a good thing he took some Tylenol beforehand.

“You alright?” Jake asked when he heard Danny wince slightly.

“Yeah, just a little sore is all” he replied, placing a finger underneath Jake’s chin to lift his face for one more peck. “Worth it though”.

“Was I too rough on you?” Jake didn’t think he’d pushed him too hard, but he was really wound up so maybe in his crazed state he had taken it a bit far.

Danny shrugged, “I assume this is how it is for everyone after their first time”.

Jake sat up suddenly, staring Danny down with a confused look on his face. “First time? But I thought… at Christmas you-” He stumbled over his words, the wheels in his head turning as he tried to piece two and two together.

Danny averted his eyes, his cheeks flushing. “I mean, we did things but never really got all the way”.

“Oh- okay then” Jake laid back down, choosing to lay on his side next to Danny this time and give his body some rest. He was surprised to hear Danny hadn’t ‘gone all the way’ or whatever with Sam considering he’d waited so long to be with him. On the other hand, he was honored Danny felt safe enough with him to let him be his first.

“Hey, how’s some food sound?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood. He was pretty hungry after drinking all night, even more so now after that little morning workout.

Danny glanced down at the mess still drying across his stomach and added, “maybe a quick shower first?”

Danny stuck around with Jake for the rest of the day, not really doing much of anything but hanging out some more. He tossed his uniform in with a load of Jake’s laundry, including his sheets, and by the end of the afternoon he was getting ready to head to work.

“By the way, we don’t have to say anything to Kim if you don’t want to” Danny tried to casually mention as he dressed, buttoning up his shirt from the bottom up.

“Thanks” Jake replied, arms and legs crossed as he leaned in the door of the bedroom Danny currently occupied. He pushed off the wooden frame and walked towards Danny, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “Don’t think we should tell Sam either”.

“Yeah, probably not” Danny agreed. If Sam already hated the idea of them having been together before, he absolutely would not take this well.

Danny didn’t feel bad about what they’d done. If anything he wished circumstances would be different so he could feel good about it. Instead he was just left in the void.

He didn’t want to make anyone choose between him and someone else again. Kim was a good friend to Danny, and her relationship with Jake seemed to be going well compared to his own, so if this morning had to just be their dirty little secret then so be it.

The only thing that did bother Danny was how calm Jake was about it the whole day. He had stood awkwardly in the kitchen as Jake made them breakfast after, trying not to seem too out of place. He sometimes felt awkward after sex, like the first time, or with someone new, or like now what was in a sense his first time again. Only this time the awkwardness didn’t come from his insecurities, it came from the futile attempt to feel normal again after sharing such intimacy with someone like he had with Jake.

“One last kiss before you go?” Jake asked when Danny finished dressing.

Though they spent the whole afternoon together, they’d kept their distance since leaving Jake’s bedroom. He worried if there would be a time when they would be close like that again, so he figured asking now might be his only chance. “For good measure?”

Danny gave him a half smile and met him at the edge of the bed, placing both hands on his shoulders as he leaned down and pressed a kiss into his lips. Jake sighed into the kiss, reaching up to dig the tips of his fingers into the nape of Danny’s neck, trying not to mess up his hair before he had to leave.

“I’ll see you around then yeah?” He tried to act casual again when Danny pulled away despite the way his heart skyrocketed with just that one simple kiss. He’d been holding it together all day, reminding himself over and over that this didn’t have to mean anything. He couldn’t get his hopes up because he knew that things couldn’t be this simple. He and Danny couldn’t just be together, not with everything they had going on. So he had to act casual.

For the next couple of days that Sam was gone Danny kept in contact with Jake. At work and over the phone when he was home alone. He steered clear of visiting him at his apartment again though. Better to stay away from that temptation especially when he was still riding the high from their one morning together.

The day finally came that Sam was returning from California. Danny had also stayed in touch with Sam a bit, so they had made plans for Danny to pick him up from the airport.

Sam’s flight landed early, or at least that’s what the flight information boards at baggage claim said when Danny arrived to wait for him.

“Daniel!” Sam’s voice called from the crowd quickly approaching him. His eyes searched through the unfamiliar faces until he locked eyes with Sam who was all but running towards him with his arms outstretched.

“Hey Sam!” Danny exclaimed, more happy to see him than he’d thought he’d be when Sam jumped into his arms and placed a big kiss right on his lips.

Danny placed his hands on Sam’s waist and took a step back to steady himself. This was certainly not the greeting he’d been expecting.

“LA was amazing Daniel!” Sam gleamed up at him, giving him another loving kiss, “you’re going to love it!”

@alwaysonthemend @psychedelicstardust-gvf @heckingfrick @twistedmelodies

#Greta van fic #Greta van smut #Greta van fleet #gvf #danny wagner #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #Janny gvf #sanny gvf

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Gallavich Intro

uh huh, thank you @callivich for these encouragement reblogs post, so here we are!

(nick)Name: Doshi

Age: 22

What made you fall in love with Gallavich? I mean… gallavich, they're they. Okay, if serious, I just knew about them but never interested in it and don't remember whether I watched this show before or not. But I seen all of seasons attentively only in November 2023. Then I fell into it entirely and completely.

How long have you been a fan? 3.5 months / since November 2023

Favourite Gallavich moment/scene? oh god, it's hard.. so many really awesome scenes. I want to highlight a few and maybe make a top.

Mickey Watching Over Ian [S04E07] — my s-tier, i love re-watch this scene, i love this song (and i'm so sad that it's been removed from spotify but ok whatever). It's incredibly emotional, that's all. Mickey is so protective, there are so many thoughts on his face. And this silent talk with Svetlana screams very loudly for me. I just like to think that in that moment Mickey is thinking about how much he loves Ian and how glad he is that he's finally here.

"First Time I Felt Anything Since…" [S05E10] — just one more emotional scene before disaster. Really like it and the song is good too.

The Club Kiss [S04E08] — they are so touch starved for each other's. yummy.

"I Gotta Worry. You're My Husband." [S11E04] — it's really sad that this scene was deleted :\

"Rain On Me." [S11E07] — PLEASE they're so domestic and comfort, singing together, what could be better??

idk i just can't stop?? ok i'm quickly pick these important ones for me: "Don't." [S03E12] "Ian. Look At Me." [S04E10] "Sorry I'm Late." [S05E08] The Dock Scene [S07E10] "A lot." [S07E11]

Favourite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey? Carl! I actually really love a lot of the characters, but Carl the most. Love his character development, love his sibling bonding with Debbie and how they grew together, as well as his brotherly relationship with his elders. Love his interactions with Mickey and wish there was more. He's so sweet and silly kitty. I also had a crush on Sandy and would have liked to see more of a storyline with Debbie, but eh.

Do you write or draw or make edits? I draw! tag in tumblr / commissions open + other social

Favourite type of Gallavich fics? I'm absolutely in love for AUs! Before gallavich I didn't realize how much I loved the AUs. It's just amazing and this fandom is amazing because there are so many things I want to read, but there are sooooo many. I love multi-chaps and slowburn! Any universe, the main thing is our boys and tension between them!

Most of all I want to mention my love for texting/social media or something like that. I like it when text messages are inserted into the writing.

I prefer fluff, but I have nothing against angst, only if it is hurt/comfort. I love getting different emotions and I love crying too, but I don't like bad endings.

Favourite Gallavich quote? "You're Under My Skin, Man." "What You And I Have Makes Me Free." "Hit My Husband Again, I'll Fucking Kill You." "Don't fucking tell me what's impossible! We're taking care of him here. You, me, us. His fucking family. "Fuck You, Fuck You, And Especially Fuck You!"

Anything else you’d like to share about yourself? I'm a bit of a shy introverted lurker and didn't understand at all how tumblr blogging system worked until that moment, usually I just threw my art and ran away. But now I'm watching how people do their posts (use a queue?? what). And I wasn't completely sure how to blog with drawings without turning it into something personal, but it seems that's the point of blog?

So I'm just getting used to everything and want to stay in the shameless fandom, because it's very nice to be here. You are all very nice people and I have already become attached to y'all.

Apart from anything else, I have a huge obsession. I constantly read something new that comes into my hands, and I have a lot of ideas for new arts. (I might even want to do an edit, but shhh, I'm not sure I'm really mentally ready yet haha).

So yeah, you are truly amazing and I hope to be more active in the fandom! <3

#gallavichintro #gallavich #fandom #gallavich intro #about me

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EDIT UPON LAST READING:

This was written on the 30th of may mostly because I got in trouble with a subset of sansa fans at the time and I felt like I should try to joy in her character again. I am no longer sick, I no longer feel like talking about romance, I no longer feel like talking about Sansa but doing this was fun and I am always curious

For the sake of this post, and only this post, I will refer to the term "ship" or any derivatives of the word as "feeling interested by a dynamic's fanon, semi- or canon romantic connotations".

Can't believe I have to say this but god people can get so unnecessarily mean. Before people start being pedantic about something as harmless as rarepairs, it seems like I really will have to say: I don't believe in any of these options possible canon endgames. Many of these have not even interacted. I deserve to have fun with stuff as trivial as dumb inconsequential fanon ships.

Under the cut I wrote down my preferences + linked some fanwork simply because I’m in a shipping mood after reading some folkloric myths and I don’t really have any strong opinions on ships, and the few NOTPS I have are more about the way fandom treats the ship than the actual ship on itself, but I am completely ill and not healthy enough to do anything more serious and rarepairs are fun. You don’t have to read it or write one yourself, I just feel like talking and recommending fanfics.

On the other hand, if you do want to recommend me fanwork of any type, or share a prompt or show me a wip or just simply hype your rarepair please do so! Everything goes as long as it's a rarepair (less than 500 fics on ao3).

1. Sansa Stark x Brienne of Tarth

Listen, were it not for Brienne and Jaime being clearly written to be read as semi-canon-going-canon and were this book not written by a straight cis white male US American baby boomer democrat, I would be delusionally screaming this is going to be the one canon ship! This would be my protagonist endgame ship for which I would take the mildest coincidence as foreshadowing and die on that hill.

I am coming for you, Lady Sansa. Be not afraid. I shall not rest until I've found you. - Brienne I, AFFC

(Subversions of lady/princess & knight/prince where both are women and one of them is searching for the other and I'll become her Prince and save her! and-)

I just really love how so many of Brienne's issues are tied to her femininity. She does not fit into the traditional idea of womanhood, she wishes she would, she does not want to, she is rejected by the concept and she rejects the concept. And yet, when she distances herself from every possible reminder of her own femininity and takes up a man's armour and sword, she is reminded of her place as a woman and told to conform to her gender.

And then we have Sansa, who romanticises stories about Ladies and Knights; first out of genuine love and admiration for them, and later as a coping mechanism when cruel reality tells her that those ideals are sadly nowhere near true.

This is her knight. This is her strong, brave knight.

My only problem with Briennsa is how we shippers sometimes tend to put Brienne in a position of servitude to Sansa or the Starks and ignore how she is the heir to an island, has a father whom she loves and wishes to see again, and is still on a quest. Hell, she might be Azor Ahai, with her weirwood dream in which she fights White Walkers + her father's sword Lightbringer, out of all the Azor Ahai tinfoil theories this is the one I think has the most canon support. She is not a Hyle Hunt type of errand knight who is just walking around Westeros for the sake of traveling and finding a job, and once the war is over and she has kept her oath, it would be nice to see her going home and proceeding with her life and independence, maybe taking Podrik with her. I would like her to see her father again and see there being love between them.

My nonsensical fantasies involve Brienne being like "Alright, I found one of the Stark girls, still have to find the other one. I'm taking her to Tarth where she'll be safe and have no creeps around who would bother her." and Sansa just completely falling in love with Brienne on the way there.

Also, I would die for the comedic potential of Brienne of Tarth, mockingly refered to as "Brienne the beauty", having a trail of people fawning over her. This post is one of my favourite posts in the world.

To be honest, while I do enjoy the idea of Sansa going North to reunite with her family, I also have a strong fondness for the concept of her actually staying South. I know this is an unpopular opinion that Sansa fans seem to particularly dislike because of the whole "SaNsA iS nOt A rEaL sTaRk" thing, but there is something about lands of childhoods being unretournable. Stepping out of home means never seeing it again. "I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell" perhaps, but the walls of Winterfell were burned and the one Winterfell native who got to go back to Winterfell didn't get to be strong or safe.

I would like to be wrong though, and I think I will be wrong! But still, it would be nice for her to discover a South that is closer to the dreams of chivalry and court she had and perhaps Tarth could be that place, even if only for a short time.

Well, here is a canon-divergent AFFC fanfic in which Brienne finally makes it to the Vale. It has a lot of fairy tale imagery and an interesting characterisation between the Sansa-Alayne personas.

2. Sansa Stark x Jeyne Westerling

"That's what I'll give you, Lady Sansa. Your brother's head." A kind of madness took over her then, and she heard herself say, "Maybe my brother will give me your head." - Sansa VI, AGOT

You know how Catelyn and Ellaria both at least got to say goodbye to the remains of their loved ones? Jeyne didn't. Neither did Sansa.

My weird fantasy involves Jeyne Westerling (MY Queen in the North) finally getting Robb's head, even if it's just the skull, and showing it to Sansa. A subversion in a way. Joffrey would have done it in malice and sadism, Jeyne would do it it with care, maybe a feeling of responsibility over what remains of her husband's family.

I have a lot of issues with Robb Stark and the way he is perceived in fandom, I keep hating him until I read the source material again and realise "oh wait, fanon≠canon", but I just think his relationships with the women surrounding him are fascinating and they don't get explored a lot. Sansa doesn't know about him cutting her out of the inheritance line and I wonder how she and Jeyne, the other woman who is a Stark but would no longer be accepted as one by a majority of the Northern lords, would feel about him. I wonder how love, resentment, grief and guilt would mix between the two. I don't think Jeyne is pregnant, but if she somehow ends up caring for Robb's heir (be it Jon, Sansa, or an eventual child we refer to as his) I would love that. I like imagining that Jeyne could learn more about Robb, the boy, since she seems to have only gotten to know Robb, the man and King. I like daydreaming of Sansa and Jeyne talking about Catelyn, whom both admire.

I think both of them, based on what we know of Jeyne, share some similitudes in the way they behave conforming to their gender and what is considered a Lady's attitude while still having moments of defiance and I think Sansa could maybe appreciate that. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, she speaks of "madness taking over her" and, in my opinion, this is usually when she steps out of her own safety to be brave or bold (standing up to Joffrey, trusting Dontos, trying to hide her first menstruation) and I think it could be nice to see her realising these are not things she should be ashamed of. It always reminds me of Jeyne tearing up her clothes and fighting her mother. Jeyne Westerling, like most Jeynes, doesn't get treated very well in fandom. I hate how the interpretation of Robb breaking his vows to marry her is always one putting him as a selfless saint who practically sacrificed himself for a girl he didn't even love when the fact this all plays so mysteriously can open so many possibilities.

And it seems to me people forget how metal she became.

Sometimes Sansa's f/f ships tend to get simplified to "girls being girls and doing girly things together" and I understand why people enjoy that and they are valid for doing so, but in my case I usually prefer to have a little more conflict to it and I think this ship can balance the "girls making flowercrowns and braiding each others hair" and "exploration of complex feelings and estrangement" well enough for me to find it interesting.

Here is a fanfic I'd recommend that takes place in Winterfell with a reluctant Queen Sansa and lots of survivor's guilt + an edit done for said fanfic!

3. Sansa Stark x Garlan Tyrell

When Joff had her beaten, the Imp defended her, not Littlefinger. When the mob sought to rape her, the Hound carried her to safety, not Littlefinger. When the Lannisters wed her to Tyrion against her will, Ser Garlan the Gallant gave her comfort, not Littlefinger. - Sansa I, AFFC

(Yes, I know all those allies are kind of perpetuating her misery too, but she seems to have some affection for them. The reasons behind the affection can be discussed and dissected to examine whether that affection should be there or not, but as of now I don't want to talk about that. People can cherrypick to their own wishes.)

Not something I like to visualise as an endgame because Garlan seems to be quite happy with Leonette and I honestly think Margaery and Sansa's break up/middle school betrayal might not be as easily solvable as we wished, but I like thinking about Sansa & Garlan.

I like Sansa but she is fetishising a gay man who just lost the love of his life when she has a broader shouldered, bearded, straight person who looks very similar to said gay man who is called Garlan the Gallant and how can she be so blind? Why is her unrealistic teenage crush so poorly chosen? Garlan is so humble and his name is so fitting. He is more chivalrous and mature than Lawrence and he is so strong and agreeable and he treats her and Tyrion with respect. He takes her out to dance and makes her laugh and if going by how she describes the Tyrells, then he is so very handsome too and- Why are you laughing? - My father, swooning over Garlan the Gallant on the phone

I do like imagining her having a bit of a very one-sided mild crush sometimes, not something serious but one of those light early adolescent crushes you won't ever act on. Sansa finding moments to daydream and cherish in the hell of a life she is living in King's Landing where se feels cared for, even if it is by someone who is not particularly invested in her. Admiring Leonette and wondering how happy she must be, without ever being truly envious or malicious but simply wishing she had something similar. So, less actual romantic interest but more of a one-sided "I wish" in response to unexpected and (hopefully) genuine emotional help.

I usually prefer gap fillers in fanfiction and I am so eagerly waiting for a gap filler of Sansa's time in King's Landing where she gets to interact more with Garlan and Leonette. Where we see her being wistful and melancholic, longing for her dreams of courtship, chivalry and the sort of love that would be a mix between that which she has heard in songs and witnessed between her parents. Having small moments of joy feeling like a girl again for allowing herself those dreams and realising they can be true.

It's a pity there aren't many fanfics or fan art focusing on their canon or fanon dynamic. I like them a lot.

4. Sansa Stark x Myranda Royce

This is the light to C€rsei x Ta€na's darkness. I love them as friends and I would rather keep them as friends, and for some reason I ship Myranda x Mya, but I enjoy the ship A LOT! Out of the female connection's Sansa builds as the story goes on, I think their dynamic is the most endearing one, and I live in fear of GRRM turning Myranda into Sansa's new villain. I talked a bit about them in the later part of that one post, and I don't have a lot more to add, I just genuinely enjoy their dynamic and how natural Sansa's friendship with her is. I think Myranda embodies certain aspects of Margaery and Jeyne, but until now she is more genuine than Margaery was, and Sansa is also more mature in her treatment of her compared to Jeyne. I just like them.

So, if Myranda gets to wake up the sapphicness in Sansa, I would not complain. She spends so much time flirting with her! I love her for that. "You do turn such a pretty shade of pink.”, "So you're brave as well as beautiful, "I can see how virtuous you are just by looking at those rosy cheeks and big blue eyes of yours."

Sometimes I see this small fraction of fandom being mistrusting of Myranda and I honestly think we are just falling into Littlefinger's trap when we do that. If Petyr tells Sansa not to befriend Myranda, then I will 100% hope Sansa has the common sense to befriend Myranda. Don't take Myranda's derogative comment about Alayne's "Bastard breasts" as genuine, her literal bff/girlfriend is a bastard herself. Nah, but seriously, do we really think that Mya Stone who has been struggling with feelings of abandonment since before we even met her would be "as close as sisters" with Myranda Royce if she truly were a classist evil schemer? I honestly think Littlefinger might be a little afraid of her. She is shrewd, she might not be on board with her father's alliance with Petyr. Maybe that is why she is being threatened by her father to be married to a suitor she wouldn't approve of.

I might be wrong though, who knows. I do understand how her constant bawdy jokes could have also been a method for disorienting and questioning her but the twow preview chapter made me doubt it. For some reason I find her more genuine than Margaery, but as said I'm open to being very wrong about this.

Anyway, here is a small Drabble + art someone made and it's cute and Myranda is funny. I love Myranda.

5. Sansa Stark x Harrold Hardyng

I didn't have a strong opinion on them but then I was sold on them by a fanfic. It seems like this is where canon might be heading and I'm honestly happy for Sansa if she gets to have her high school movie annoyance to lovers romance with a handsome-popular-everybody-wants-him Prep/Jock guy. Good for her. I don't think Harry is an evil person and I hope it remains that way. Depending on which approach GRRM takes to their relationship it could be very comedic while still holding the political plot for the Vale. Their interactions during the Alayne TWOW preview chapter were gold and everything I would expect from the high school AU set in the Middle Ages, this post encapsulates it, I want them to be cringe and weirdly out of place. All the important lords and ladies are talking politics while these two are constantly making everyone uncomfortable with weird one liners.

On the other hand, depending on how long Sansa has to keep up with the Alayne farce, it could also provide for some angst and explorations of identity issues. Lady Waynwood agreed to the betrothal on the condition that Harry himself would agree to it and find "Alayne" to his liking. And I will admit there is something that would be so sweet about Sansa being loved by Harry THE HEIR, as Alayne Stone, some petty lord's bastard.

It is not me she wants her son to marry, it is my claim. No one will ever marry me for love. - Sansa VI, ASOS

I would be so genuinely happy if she is proven wrong. And yes, the Alayne persona is not simply Sansa with another hair colour and name, but it is still part of her. It is a mask of her own face, smoother and only presenting that which she wants to present. It would be interesting to see an actual love story blossom out of this, while she is still painfully aware of their union being a machination of Littlefinger, maybe feeling guilt and insecurity over Alayne being made to play the seductress while Sansa is still underneath that facade wanting to be loved, being loved but not fully aware of it.

Anyway, here is a light angst fanfic about the Sansa-Alayne identity and Harry! It's probably one of my favourite Sansa fics ever, but warning for Petyr Baelish being himself!

+ I think people sleep on the concept of us readers getting to see Littlefinger "losing the girl" for the supposed prep/jock fuckboy again, that would be great.

Not a favourite, because I don't know a lot about Harrold except for that he is kind of a jerk, but I am a very canon person, so I'll probably end up tolerating/liking it if it actually gets to happen.

6. Sansa Stark x Myrcella Baratheon

I feel very weird about this one because I personally tend to distance myself from the captive x captor (including captor's family) ships in asoiaf when they are portrayed as something positive (nothing against those who like them, it's just a personal preference), but maybe because in this case both of them experience the position of hostage/ward and they didn't get to spend a significant amount of time together (two years at most), I am less appalled about possible scenarios in which they meet again in the future. Myrcella being passed off as legitimate when she is a bastard, Sansa being passed off as a bastard when she is legitimate, becoming pawns in political intrigues of others, being isolated from their families at a young age. Dorne treats Myrcella significantly better than King's Landing treated Sansa, but it still is the place where she was maimed and almost killed.

+ The fact that Myrcella is supposed to look almost exactly like Cersei (someone Sansa admired and wanted to emulate only to come to fear and hate her) but has none of her cruelty could be very interesting and torturous to explore if people want to write angst and get into Sansa's psychology. You can make this dark and macabre without having to open the bag with the dead dove.

Here is a (sadly abandoned) post ados fic in which Myrcella travels North as a ward to Lady Sansa, Warden of the North, sent by Queen Daenerys. Othe ships are also tagged, but since it was discontinued they don't appear. It has a very entertaining characterisation for Myrcella and it doesn't bash any of the girls mentioned, so I liked it.

7. Sansa Stark x Lancel Lannister

So, imagine a universe where Sansa chooses Lancel over Tyrion.

At the time, Lancel is still recovering from his wounds, if I remember correctly, and is experiencing his religious awakening. Imagine how different Sansa's arc would have been. Would she be the one seeking for some sort of connection between her and her husband? Lancel would probably have no interest in any possible romance, but he might be less indifferent with Sansa than he was with Amerei given how she aided him when he was wounded even when he had always been a passive participant in her abuse. Would she keep plotting and hoping for an escape with Dontos? Or would Lancel take her away from King's Landing? If he's not marrying Amerei, then he is not getting Derry, but perhaps Sansa could become a claim to Riverrun post-Red Wedding and that would be interesting to see. Sansa in her mother's home, retracing the steps of her parents, but this time differently, as an unwilling usurper to her uncle. Would she meet Jeyne once the Lannisters retake Riverrun?

Would there be a religious conflict between the two? I am an agnostic theology enthusiast, so I really love seeing how religion plays out in the story and since Sansa believes in the Seven Gods and the Old Gods, I think her dual faith would be interesting to see in opposition to Lancel's devotion for and indoctrination by the faith of the Seven.

+ both have Cersei related trauma and I am a sucker for "we share an abuser" dynamics.

I actually really love this possibility, but didn't came up with any of it on my own! What I wrote above is based on conversations between @team-mom-wannabe, @selkiewife and @nosafeanchorage. They created an entire AU for these two, with an astonishing amount of details and care, and then I had to go through the disappointment that is realising no one has ever written a fanfic centred on their possible marriage.

8. Sansa Stark x Val the Wildling

I really like Val. I know some people hate her because they claim she is "not like other girls" or because she wants Shireen to be killed, but I hate the way nlog rhetoric has developed and I come from a continent where 95% of the population was killed by foreigner's diseases (and also by the foreigners themselves of course), so yeah, I will never hold that against her. I understand why that is upsetting to others, but I'm different.

It's weird to me that although show!Sansa was given traits and storylines from many erased female characters and was kind of deprived of her own (and I still hate that show for that and so many other things), they never teased the concept of giving her a wildling partner! Tormund was a completely different character compared to his book counterpart, he was much younger, conventionally attractive and acted as the main leader of the Free Folk after Mance, so I thought they would maybe merge him with Sigorn and tease him and Sansa, but that didn't happen (I don't remember what happened to him. Did he die?). And I won't deny that the lack of a wilding/northerner marriage lead me to have some thoughts about how interesting it could be for her to meet someone from the free folk. And then, because I'm very very sapphic, Val came to my mind, another cool woman they erased. Beautiful and deadly. A subversion of the princess in a tower.

It's fun to see how both, Sansa and Val, are considered the keys to the North/the Free Folk when their titles are practically honorary; Val is not a real princess and the Free Folk wouldn't submit to anyone who forcibly married her, Sansa has been cut out of the inheritance line because she was made to marry an enemy whom the North would never allow into its territory. I think it would be entertaining to see them meet and observe possibly feelings of mutual respect grow and I just really like seeing people from different cultures interact. Free Folk's beliefs around courtship and how romance and marriage are always meant to carry some sort of violence are fascinating to me. The idea of being "stolen" is a concept I initially associated to non-consensual dynamics, but in fairy tales we often have characters saving the female heroine/love interest by stealing/rescuing them. The way women are often made to be objects of conquest or rewards in most folkloric stories and fairy tales conditions their rescue as theft, since they often belong to the villain only to be passed to another male character. This also is somewhat true in Sansa's case specifically with Tyrion and Petyr, although I would argue Petyr is a lot worse for Sansa than Tyrion. Anyway, I would really like to see how Sansa, who has always been on the edge of rape but has managed to avoid it (she has still been mistreated and fondled in situations of dubious consent, but not violated like Jeyne or Dany), would react to their customs.

+ depending on whether you believe in Sansa's possible complicity in the poisoning of Sweetrobin there could be soooo much room for projection and angst if she gets to see Val being motherly and so very loving to "her nephew" (even when it's not really her nephew and she knows) while still advocating for Shireen's death. Oh, that could be very very fun to read.

9. Sansa Stark x Podrick Payne

awwww he is crushing on his boss's wife! :D

I feel weird about this one being so low given how it's the only one in this bunch with some canon support. This is uncommon for me. It's probably simply because I find her dynamic with Tyrion more interesting, but this is cute anyway!

I do wonder why no one has thought more seriously about them in canon given how Pod is Brienne's traveling companion and might come to meet Sansa again sometime soon (if they survive LSH (on that note, I'd love it if he gets to tell her about Catelyn/LSH)).

I don't know. Podrick is a good kid and Sansa deserves good things. I just haven't found a lot of thematics in their possible dynamic that interest me, but I'm open to them.

+ Sansa's weird traumatic dreams involving Ilyn Payne. Someone make something out of this.

Sadly haven't found many fanfics that have sparked my interest, but I really like this gif-set!

10. Sansa Stark x Tristifer Botley

I had been wondering about this concept for a while and thought that in another universe where the war didn't happen or the possible Iron Islands/The North alliance was settled in terms that included more marriages between them, this could have been interesting, albeit improbable since House Botley isn't as relevant as House Stark, but interesting! And then I came across this really sweet post-ados fanfic by @/alleyskywalker in which Sansa is married to him to build bonds with the Islands since all realms are now independent again and I thought it was cute. Tris was lovely and I liked reading him. He is a character I feel conflicted about, but I don't think he is evil, I just didn't like the way he approached Asha. I jokingly refer to him as a nice guy™, but honestly he is just an actual nice guy with a gentle nature and romantic tendencies and I really love how he is a character whom Asha deems "too sweet for the Iron Islands", and still he is part of the Iron Islands and is accepted as one by the other Ironborn. Her claim is never backed on by anyone else.

His courteous and polite ways could probably match Sansa's dreams of chivalry very well. It would also be fun to see her adapt to the Islands, considering the Northerners' mistrust (and also some bigotry) for the Ironborn and how different their culture is compared to that of the southern courts that Sansa dreamed of and idealized. It could be fun.

My honour mentions in no particular order

Sansa Stark x Harras Harlaw

For similar reasons to Tristifer Botley, but although we know less about Harras' personality, we know he is a salt son and a knight, something most of his fellow Ironborn frown upon. To me, that is odd and fun to think about. Does he worship the Seven Gods AND the Drowned God simultaneously? His mother is a Serret of the Westerlands. Could she have been the one to make him be more fond of southern culture? I don't know, but I like to think that is the case and if so, I think him and Sansa could possibly have some things in common.

Sansa Stark x Mya Stone

Not one I'm actively searching stuff for, but I get a visit from my good ol' friend Sarah Tonin whenever I stumble upon it and I can understand why people are into it:

Baratheon x Stark (but f/f)

Bastard x Noble (but f/f + subverted because "Alayne")

Mya's connection to Catelyn (Lady Stoneheart would approve)

There is also the fact that Mya is one of the most honest and frank characters Sansa has met ever since the story began. I will defend Myranda but I think she is shrewd, Margaery...well we know how that ended...Mya is different! She doesn't seem to be hiding any secrets or have any ulterior motives in her friendliness. Her abandonment issues would be interesting to explore among with Sansa's overall introspection + her isolation in King's Landing and her new (and sadly well) founded mistrust for others.

Honestly, my favourite daydream just involves them having a conversation about Sansa's parents and Mya telling her all she can remember and consoling her, while being open about her own issues, but sadly I don't have any creative abilities and can't come up with anything beyond that.

Here is a short, but interesting, fanfic that takes place post AFFC, but was written before the TWOW preview chapters came out. I thought it was lovely.

Sansa Stark x Jeyne Poole

Kind of an obvious one and one I struggle with because I can see the appeal of childhood friends torn apart by war and then reuniting after both went through different hells, but the way fandom treats it often just annoys me. I think there are a few unaddressed issues that make it more difficult for me to enjoy the way it's portrayed in fanon. I guess we could say I like it as a rhænicent that never got truly toxic and just remained bittersweet with a few kneeps of resentment, feelings of inferiority and maybe some misplaced anger coming from Jeyne . There is a fanfic though that I think is unmatched when it comes to what I would like : (1) + (2) but warning for canon compliant Jeyne storyline fucked upness + mild ambiguous Theyne (the Jeynsa is ambiguous too, but in my opinion less than the theyne, and it is just as important, not a side-ship. Overall one of my favourite fics ever).

Rolly Duckfield

"He is as tall as Griff now. Three days ago he knocked Duck into a horse trough." "I wasn't knocked. I fell in just to make him laugh." - Tyrion III, ADWD

I love Duck. He reminds me of my best friend and I think Sansa could use someone like that in her life. I have nothing else to add.

#I’m only really invested in Sansa x Brienne and Sansa x Jeyne W (romantically) but I really like putting her with uncommon suitors #just for the sake of having fun with it.#sansa stark #asoiaf #speaking #fanfic rec #I think W€x P¥ke could be nice too but if I'm shipping him with a northern girl it will be W¥lla because of the potential for #comically uncomfortable inconveniences for the0n.#I am tagging the ships just in case someone has blacklisted some of them sorry for spamming #sansa x brienne #sansa x garlan #sansa x harry #sansa x jeyne #(w)#(p)#sansa x lancel #sansa x myranda #sansa x myrcella #sansa x Podrick #sansa x tris #sansa x val #sansa x harras #sansa x mya #sansa x duck #some of these are probably not blacklisted but it would be very funny if someone randomly decided to hate sansa x duck #I have blacklisted ships that are very well loved but this would be even funnier #I would applaud that audacity!

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Weekly Tag Wednesday (V-Day Edition)

Happy Valentines Day!!! thanks for tagging me @energievie and @lingy910y

name: gigigigigigigi

where the heck are ya?: one of these days ill be somewhere else i promise, but for now i am still in brooklyn

do you believe in love at first sight?: kind of! not like, the second you lay your eyes on someone but i definitely think you can vibe HARD with someone beyond just attraction within minutes of talking to them

do you believe in soulmates?: i believe in highly highly compatible pairs, but i also think a lot of people who are meant for you at one stage of life might not still be meant for you through different evolutions of self

what's a song you've been loving?: god almighty is it a beautiful day to be a country music fan

how about a show you've been loving?: its such a dumb show, but i've been watching letterkenny and it makes me laugh a lot

your ultimate otp: gallavich <3

your comfort book: umm most of my favorite books arent very comforting but maybe Love in the Time of Cholera

a fan work you adore (fic, art, manip, etc — tag the creator!): id say anything by @matt404b - i love their style!

a trope that captures your heart: any hopecore ass trope honestly - domesticity, partners being supportive and happy together, healthy communication and boundaries

favorite candy: peanut m&ms

dark chocolate or white chocolate? dark chocolate - but not too dark! i still want it to be sweet

romance novels or thrillers? both!

pink or red? red for graphic design and pink for everything else

and finally, spread some love! share words of encouragement, a positive message, or say something kind to yourself—the tags under the frog and toad fanart I posted today was so genuinely fucking sweet. if anyone reading this interacted with it please know how much i appreciate it, im a big valentines day girl and my valentine is back home for lunar new year so ive been very sad and you all cheered me up! so thank you!!!!

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tick, tock.

[ #FFF234: HOW IT ENDS ]

HIIIII hi <3 i have some writing to share, after about 500 years.

this was originally written for today's @/flashfictionfridayofficial prompt, HOW IT ENDS, but i ended up going way over the limit and didn't wanna edit it down. so. it's not part of that anymore. but i'm including the banner anyway bc i like it <3

so, for context, this is based on a specific scene in act two of baldur's gate 3, a specific interaction with wyll that i love so so much, featuring my tav, the tiefling eden linnaeus <3

content warnings: semi-graphic threats of violence, but honestly mainly just spoilers for bg3, if that's something you're worried about.

words: 1692

tagging the art taglist, bc no gods no masters (no pressure to any of y'all to read! <3 and if you want to be added or removed, please let me know): @skitzo-kero @anexor @presidentquinn @albatris @chaieyestea @astral-runic @kk7-rbs @jezwrites @whonsper @moonflowerrss @approximately20eggs @rosesandartss @lychniscitrus @invaderskoodge @transmasc-wizard @midnight-and-his-melodiverse

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The projection of Mizora is every bit as imposing as the first time Eden saw her. She stands tall in the heart of his camp, his safe haven, her clawed hands on her hips and jagged teeth barely hidden by her rose-painted grin. As always, she stares down at him with clear disdain, crown of horns perched high on her brow. She has a smug air about her that says, You are beneath me, nothing more than a pathetic ant beneath my boot.

At this moment, all Eden wants is to rip that pretty face apart. If she ever gets the guts to actually stand before him, he might do just that.

Tonight isn’t about that, however. Tonight is about Wyll, who stands next to Eden with a resigned sort of grief on his handsome face. He bows beneath the weight of Mizora’s expectations, as always, and the ridiculous suicide missions she sends him on. Wyll is dutiful, kind, and deeply honorable, and she seems to delight in every torturous humiliation she lavishes upon him. Kill this devil for me (yes, Mizora), move this mountain for me (yes, Mizora), tear yourself to ragged pieces for me (yes, Mizora). It never ends.

Even now, she appears just to torment him, holding promises of freedom over his head that she has no intentions of fulfilling. His suffering is a game to her, one that he has no hope of winning.

One thing is abundantly clear: to Mizora, Wyll is little more than a dog, her loyal pet for her to keep on a tight leash and kick as she pleases. And he’ll always come crawling back to her, because he has no choice in the matter.

And that, Eden decides, is unacceptable.

“Ta ta, pet,” Mizora coos, winking playfully at Wyll’s clenched jaw, the way he casts his eyes down at the ground. Submissive. Cowed. It doesn’t suit him. She waggles her dainty fingers at him in a wave. “And do make haste. I’d hate to have to ruin that pretty face of yours if you fail.”

Something inside Eden snaps.

“Wait,” he says, taking a step towards the devil. She blinks at him, clearly surprised that he spoke up. “What’s in it for him?” Mizora snorts.

“I thought I was quite clear,” she purrs. She holds up a finger for emphasis. “As per our contract, Wyll must do whatever I ask of him. And, now, he must rescue my stolen asset from Moonrise, or else I will rend his flesh from his bones and-”

“Yes, yes, we heard you the first time,” Eden cuts her off. “Save us the fucking theatrics, you winged sack of shit.” He waves a hand dismissively and rolls his eyes. “My point, however, is that I don’t see why he should do anything for you. You haven’t given him anything--isn’t that the point of a fair deal?” He’s treading dangerous waters, he knows, but he’s not backing down now.

The devil ponders his words, her expression twisted in fury at his insolence. Clearly, the bitch isn’t used to mortals who talk back. Finally, she asks cautiously, “What are you proposing?”

Mizora glares at him, and for perhaps the first time, Eden understands what it means to face down eternal damnation. Her burning eyes promise hellfire, but Eden meets her gaze unflinchingly. And as he does, he sees something he didn’t before: a spark of fear, of desperation, in her face. Mizora is scared. Whatever asset she needs Wyll to fetch, she’s fucked if he doesn’t get it for her.

There’s blood in the water. And, like a shark, Eden strikes.

“End your pact with Wyll.” The words seem to echo like a gunshot in the otherwise quiet camp. “He’s done everything you’ve asked as your errand boy, and you’ve done almost nothing in return. The contract has served its purpose, so if you want anything else from him, end it.” Distantly, Eden is aware of the others in the background, talking among themselves as they wonder if they should intervene. But Eden doesn’t care about that now. His focus is on the evil bitch in front of him, and the noble man behind him.

Then, Wyll’s voice sounds in the back of Eden’s mind, clearly terrified of where he’s going with this.

What are you doing? he asks. Eden glances at Wyll out of the corner of his eye and sees the man watching him with wide eyes. Wyll is terrified, that much is clear.

Trust me. Eden meets Wyll’s gaze, his face carefully neutral despite the pleading words. Please. Wyll hesitates for a moment, trepidation shining in his face. A heartbeat passes, and he nods, steeling his gaze.

I trust you.

Something in Eden’s chest warms at the words, at Wyll’s unwavering faith in him, and he turns his attention back to Mizora. She’s still glaring at him, but she looks unsteady. He’s clearly on the right track. He just has to keep digging.

“Why should I?” she sneers, and now Eden sees how defensive the gesture is as she crosses her arms. “You have no bargaining power, boy. Wyll made an agreement with me, and he’s obligated to-”

“Tick,” Eden says casually. “Tock.”

“What?” Mizora barks, furrowing her brow.

“Tick, tock, Mizora,” Eden says. He smiles at her, the expression baring his fangs. “Every second you spend bitching about what Wyll should do is another second you waste that we could be helping you.” His smile grows as he imagines sinking his teeth into Mizora’s flesh. “How long until the Absolutists destroy your precious asset, removing her brain and replacing it with worms? We’ll have to act fast if we’re to get there in time. By then, it may be too late.”

“You don’t-” Mizora starts in a snarl, her fingers curling into claws, but Eden doesn’t let her finish.

“Tick, tock.” He snarls back in a feral grin. “What do you choose? Tick, tock, tick, tock-”

“Stop,” Mizora growls.”

“Tick, tock, tick, tock-”

“ENOUGH!” Mizora cries, her voice a booming thunderclap that almost shakes Eden to his core. Almost. She staggers away from him as though burned by his words alone, raising her hands to hide her face. For a long moment, she stands there, shoulders shaking ever so slightly.

Whoever Mizora needs saved from Moonrise, she’s clearly as important as Eden assumes if the idea of losing her is enough to unsettle the devil this deeply.

The devil takes a breath, shuddering as she collects herself. Finally, she lowers her hands, crossing her arms again. She glares at Eden, but there’s no heat in the expression now, not after Eden laid bare how desperate she really is. He glares back at her freely, his expression triumphant. He’s won, and they both know it.

“Fine,” Mizora says through gritted teeth. She takes a breath again, schooling her expression into a calm smile. “Fine. I will release Wyll from his contract.” It sounds like she’s forcing herself to say each word. Eden hopes it hurts her to say them. “After he rescues the asset.” She throws the last part out like a challenge, grinning viciously at Eden, and he only shrugs in response.

“Naturally,” Eden agrees easily enough. “That’s only fair, after all.” Something glints in his eyes. “When he rescues the asset, you will release him from his pact.” It’s not a request, and Mizora clearly knows it, based on the way her lip peels back in another snarl. “And if you even try to weasel out of this, I’ll personally ensure the Absolute devours you and your precious asset whole.”

It’s an empty threat and he knows it, but the flash of terror in Mizora’s eyes at Eden’s words tells him she believes him wholeheartedly. Good.

Mizora averts her gaze, clearly unsettled, and turns away from Eden to look at Wyll. “You’d better move quickly, pup,” she barks, desperate to cling to whatever power she has left in this situation. Eden decides to allow it, for now. “Looks as though we’re both on a time limit.”

Before Eden can examine her parting words, she disappears as swiftly as she arrived, the illusion melting into a puddle of black ichor on the stone floor. In seconds, the muck evaporates, leaving behind nothing more than a dark stain, a smudge of shadow in the flickering firelight.

The moment she’s gone, Eden lets out a breath of his own, his shoulders drooping ever so slightly. His heart pounds something fierce in his chest, his victory over Mizora lighting a fire in his veins just as much as it fills him with pure, exhaustive relief.

“I…” Wyll begins behind him, swallowing audibly. “Eden, I… Not that I’m not grateful, but why-”

“If you want to beat a devil, you have to beat them at their own game,” Eden says simply. He suddenly feels deeply uncertain, and he shifts as he crosses his arms. “And, well… you’re my friend. I’m tired of her making you play alone, so I’m gonna help you beat her.” That’s half the truth, anyway.

Eden turns his head to look at Wyll, and he’s nearly taken aback by the man’s expression of pure, unabashed awe. Wyll is looking at him like he’s the most remarkable creature in the world. There’s something else in his eyes, something else that Eden can’t quite identify, but the expression makes something stir deep inside Eden’s chest.

“We’re not out of the weeds yet,” he continues, smiling bashfully, “but this is a start. We’ll just have to make sure Mizora upholds her en-”

Before Eden can finish his sentence, Wyll surges forward and wraps his arms around the smaller man, pulling him into a tight embrace. Eden freezes in surprise, his words dying in his throat as Wyll buries his face in the tiefling’s neck. It takes a moment for him to realize that Wyll’s shoulders are shuddering, ever so slightly.

“Thank you,” Wyll says, his voice watery with unshed tears. “Thank you.”

There’s a million things Eden could say in response. But instead, after the briefest moment of hesitation, he just hugs Wyll back, holding his friend gently.

#multi makes text posts #multi's writing #bg3 #eden linnaeus #handsome devils #<- wyll and eden tag #I FEEL LIKE THE ENDING OF THIS IS KINDA RUSHED BUT I LIKE IT SO I'M POSTING IT

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