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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 6 months

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Chapter 11

Note: Bass Player chapter 11! Chapter 10 here! song mentioned in the fic: Tumult by Stone Sour.

Warnings: angst/fluff. brief mention of (attempted) suicide, alcohol abuse and self inflicted pain.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: The intimate video Sihtric had shared caused trouble.

wordcount: 5k

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'You know I hate this shit!'

The TV performance of Seven Kings was almost a week ago now, and Sihtric was home again. You still couldn't get over how insanely hot your boyfriend had looked during that performance, and you found yourself saving one photo after the other when you scrolled through your socials. You kept seeing screenshots and gifs of the moment the camera zoomed in on him playing the bass just as he looked into the camera, smiled and blew a kiss, which you knew was meant for you, but had thousands of fans lose their mind over it.

You and Gisela had watched the performance together, as per usual, and even your friend couldn't deny how good Sihtric looked. He always played the bass so nonchalantly, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. And he looked so effortlessly good, playing his neon green bass with his black and pink painted nails, all while wearing black leather pants and leather boots. His slutty black fishnet top showed of his nipple piercings, and the Hello Kitty choker you had gifted him was around his neck, which he had combined with some soft pink coloured Hello Kitty shades, which you had never seen before and he apparently scored somewhere at the airport along with a Hello Kitty travel pillow. And just when you thought your boy couldn't get any hotter, or cuter for that matter, you saw that he had placed the Hello Kitty plushie you had given him on his bass amplifier, in the background.

To your pleasure Sihtric had texted you numerous sexy selfies before and after the performance. And while he was sleeping next to you now, you decided you wanted to share one of the selfies on your insta story, and tag him so he could post it on his story if he wanted to, with your name attached to it. And that's when you noticed Sihtric's instagram account was gone. It didn't take long before Sihtric woke up too and you told him about his missing page, which turned out to be a result of posting that clip of you two in the bedroom about a week ago.

'So you didn't mind that I posted that?' Sihtric asked after he had filed a complaint to retrieve his page.

'I didn't really mind it that much, but maybe next time you can share something that's a little less… intimate?' you said, 'I'm not mad about it, but the whole reason I agreed to make that video was because it was meant for just you and me, you know?'

Sihtric understood your point and agreed he had been a little impulsive by sharing that video, but he had no regrets. Not even now that he was banned from instagram for the time being. It had stirred up some tension in the band though, you found out.

Uhtred was used to being the one most "popular member", but after Sihtric had shared that video, he had surpassed Uhtred's follower count. And the lead singer's ego was hurt because of it. Uhtred probably enjoyed the fact that the bass player's account was gone, which meant he was the member with the most followers again now. It was ridiculous, but fame does that to people, you thought.

Another impulsive thing your boyfriend had done while he was in America, was getting a tattoo for you, just because he missed you. Before you fell asleep, after making that video together, you had left him a handwritten note in an envelope on his suitcase so he'd find it in the morning, and you had marked the envelope with a red lipstick kiss. Sihtric had kept the envelope close during his travels, and then decided he wanted to get your lips tattooed on his chest, near his heart. You were shocked at the reveal once he was back home again, but you couldn't deny that you loved it at the same time. Sihtric said you had really claimed him now, even if the tattoo was a bit cheesy.

And now that the band members didn't struggle with jetlag anymore, Sihtric was often recording in the studio with the guys, while you still went to your shitty job for the last few weeks. That's right, you finally had gathered the courage to quit, you just had to work until the end of the month. Sihtric had been over the moon when you told him you accepted the contract Ragnar had offered you, and therefore you suddenly became a part of the band's crew. Never in your wildest dreams did you think something like this would happen; you now worked for your favourite band. Your boyfriend's band.

And the next thing on your schedule, after the last working day at that horrible customer service job, was to join Sihtric to a video shoot for their upcoming single, which was called Tumult.

Sihtric already warned you about the concept of the music video they were shooting, and he hated it as much as you did. For some reason the director had the idea to have each member play their part of the song separately, which made sense as each member has their own stand out moment in the song, but the director also wanted some hot women to dance around them and touch them seductively as they played their instruments. Sihtric had already made it very clear to the rest of the band, and to Ragnar, that he didn't understand why they needed half naked ladies in their videos nor why they should be touched up by them.

'This is not what that song is about,' Sihtric said, 'and this is not what our music is about.'

'Sex sells, Sihtric,' Uhtred shrugged as he checked out one of the pretty ladies as she walked by, 'you should know it,' he mumbled under his breath.

'What?' Sihtric asked, not quite sure if he heard the sneer right, but Uhtred ignored him.

Apparently Uhtred had been pushing the concept of the director, despite the rest of the band being a little unsure about it. Even Ragnar advised against it, but as Uhtred was the lead singer, it was his way or the highway. Uhtred had been bitter about the attention Sihtric received after sharing the intimate video, and figured this was a way for him to become the centre of attention again. And to get girls.

Sihtric sighed as he watched Uhtred show off while there were ladies all over him during his shoot, and then sulked towards you, off set, and told you again how he really didn't like any of this. You understood it was part of the job, but agreed the whole concept made no sense. You were glad Sihtric asked you to stay during shooting, which gave you a sense of security, but it also made you very uncomfortable.

You sat back when your boyfriend was called on set for his scenes, and you watched him play that neon green bass as he stood in front of an all white backdrop. He was shirtless, showing off his ripped body, his piercings and the tattoo of your lips on his heart. His black skinny jeans were tucked in green Doctor Martens, which matched his bass guitar, and his hair was loose and wild looking. But as hot as he looked, you couldn't help notice how uncomfortable he was. It didn't help that the director asked Sihtric to take off his leather bracelet, the matching one he had with you, which he reluctantly took it off and handed to you without meeting your eyes. He mumbled an 'I'm sorry, love,' and then returned to the mark on the floor that told him where to stand and play.

As Sihtric played the bass along with the music of his band again, the hired women danced around him and the director gave one of the ladies directions as the camera rolled. She was told to get closer to him, which she happily did, and eventually you watched her hands trail down your boyfriend's shoulders. Sihtric flinched at the sudden touch and the director told everyone to stop.

'Cut! What is going on with you?' the director asked as he walked over to Sihtric, 'I don't know what the issue is here, but you gotta give me more than this.'

Sihtric didn't speak, instead he looked down at his feet and clenched his jaw.

'Enjoy it, man,' the director continued, 'there's hot girls dancing around you and one all over you, what's not to like?' the man laughed and slapped Sihtric's shoulder, 'okay, everyone back in position!'

You felt your stomach turn when you saw the empty look in Sihtric's eyes as he feigned a smile while they rolled the cameras again, and you weren't the only one who noticed how insincere it was. After about a minute you heard the director yell 'cut!' again, and he ran over to the love of your life.

'Sihtric,' the director said, annoyed, 'you have to give me more!'

Sihtric again didn't speak. Instead, he inhaled deeply and looked at you for a second, then back at the ground to hide the tears that were forming in his eyes. The director turned to the girl who was supposed to be all over your boyfriend, and gave her more directions on what to do, and Sihtric listened closely as he kept quiet.

'I- I don't want this,' Sihtric then said, but the director either didn't hear him or simply ignored him.

'It would be really great if you could kiss his chest,' the director told the girl as he pointed at Sihtric's recent ink, 'we can make it look like that tattoo is your lipstick stain. Kiss him all over to leave lipstick marks, okay?'

'No,' Sihtric tried to interrupt, 't-the tattoo is for my girl, I don't want-'

'It will look really hot, okay, buddy?' the director cut him off, 'it's all just pretending.'

'But I- I don't want this,' Sihtric said again, and was once again ignored, 'I'm not okay with-'

'Okay, every back in position!' the director yelled as he returned to his chair, 'come on, pretty boy!' he yelled at Sihtric, 'okay, three, two, one, and… action!'

You hadn't heard the conversation as you were too far away, so with your stomach in a knot you watched how the pretty dancer raked her fingers through Sihtric's hair as he played his guitar. You understood it was just acting, but that didn't mean it didn't upset you, you just tried your best to keep it together as you did not want to be that kind of girlfriend.

However, you fell apart when you saw how the girl suddenly planted her lips on Sihtric's chest, on his tattoo, and then continued to kiss him all over his chest and shoulders, leaving red lipstick stains on his skin while Sihtric looked deeply uncomfortable. You swallowed hard but your mouth had gone completely dry. Sihtric had shown you the script for the video the night before, and you were sure it nowhere said that he would be kissed in any way. Tears filled your eyes as you tried to keep a straight face, but you felt your left eye twitch and your lower lip trembled. Then, as if it couldn't get any worse, the girl listened to the director's guidance and she grabbed Sihtric's face. Before Sihtric realised what happened, she had her lips planted on his and dragged her mouth down his chin. Your heart skipped several beats as the air was punched out of your lungs, and you broke down in tears as soon as you turned on your heels and walked off set, as quietly as you could. You didn't blame Sihtric for this, as you saw how unhappy he was too, but you just couldn't watch it anymore and pretend you were okay with it.

As your vision was blurred by your tears, you never saw how Sihtric gave the girl a harsh shove right after she kissed him without his consent. She tripped in her high heels and fell on her barely covered up ass as a result of his shove, and the director yelled 'cut!' again while he ran up to her. The other band members watched the scene unfold with their jaws dropped.

'What the fuck is wrong with you?!' Sihtric shouted at the girl, while you had already left out the door, into the dressing room. 'Who the fuck do you think you are?!' he yelled, then looked at the director as he helped the girl up, 'I never agreed to that!'

'Jesus, calm down,' the director huffed.

'Don't tell me to fucking calm down!' Sihtric hissed and got up in the director's face, 'this was not in the script! I would never agree to this fucking bullshit! I don't want to be touched! Not when my fucking girl is right there-'

Sihtric's breath hitched in his throat when he saw your seat was empty, and you were nowhere to be found.

'Oh, come on,' Uhtred howled, 'we all let the girls kiss us.'

Osferth and Finan kept their mouths shut. They indeed didn't mind kissing the pretty ladies, but then they were both single and completely understood why Sihtric didn't want any of it.

'Fuck,' Sihtric gasped as he felt a sudden panic rise inside his chest when he didn't see you anywhere, 'n-no,' he mumbled to himself and raked his hand through his messy hair as a look of despair settled on his face.

You had left. You had seen him kiss another girl and now you were gone. Sihtric figured you were furious and felt cheated on, and he couldn't blame you, even if he didn't want or had expected this to happen himself. He thought you didn't just walk out of the room, but completely walked out of his life.

Sihtric took off his bass guitar and, without thinking, threw the neon coloured instrument on the ground as he ran towards the only door in the room, desperate to find you. Everyone stared at each other, surprised and shocked at the outburst of the usually rather calm and collected bass player.

You had made yourself small in the large dressing room, which was basically just a locker room. You sat behind the first row of lockers, not deliberately hiding but also not wanting others to see how upset you were. You heard someone storm in the room, and a split second later you heard Sihtric's voice laced with panic.

'Baby?' he called as he looked around the seemingly empty room, 'no, no, no,' he whispered as he stepped through the room, 'fuck!' he then yelled, and you heard him kick against a locker.

His heavy panting filled the room, while you kept quiet. You didn't want him to see you like this, as you feared he'd think you were overreacting, so you wiped your tears and took a few deep breaths. But then, just as you wanted to get up and step around the corner, towards Sihtric, you heard the door open again. You froze when you heard Uhtred's voice, and decided to not make your presence known.

'What are you doing?' Uhtred asked Sihtric, agitated.

'What am I doing?' Sihtric snarled, 'what the fuck are we doing?!'

'What do you mean?' Uhtred scoffed.

'You know I hate this shit!' Sihtric yelled, 'why do we need girls in our music videos? Since when is our music about that? Since when do we need that? You say sex sells, and sure it does, but we don't have to sell our band anymore, do we? We are an established name already! We don't need this stupid bullshit! And now, because of it, my girl ran off and I don't know where she went!'

'Hey,' Uhtred got up in Sihtric's face, 'if you don't like this, then leave! It's part of the job!'

'Except it's not!' your boyfriend shouted, 'we were never about this! You just… you fucking sold out, man!'

'I sold out? I did?' Uhtred scoffed, 'I'm not the one who is posting half of a sex tape online. And then you have issues with this? Pick your battles, man.'

'So that's what this is about?' Sihtric huffed, 'you're just fucking jealous that not all eyes are on you anymore? You can have it, Uhtred! I don't care about the attention! That is not why I'm in a band!'

'Whatever,' Uhtred snapped, 'stay or go, Sihtric, I don't care. But you better have your mind made up when you get back on set.'

'I'm not coming back until I find my girl,' Sihtric hissed, just as Finan entered the dressing room.

'Fine,' Uhtred said, nonchalantly, 'maybe this life isn't for you anymore'

'You don't mean that,' Finan said as he got in between the two hot headed men, 'and you don't mean that either,' he looked at Sihtric.

'What? The life of whoring around?' Sihtric scoffed and ignored the Irish man, 'you're right, it's not for me anymore!'

'Oh, please,' Uhtred groaned, 'those girls are only acting!'

'Sure, like you don't plan on banging half of them after the shoot,' Sihtric grimaced.

'And what if I am?' Uhtred asked, 'maybe you should too.'

'Fuck you!' Sihtric gave Uhtred a hard shove, 'I'm not a cheater, unlike you!'

'Then go and find your woman,' Uhtred shrugged, 'find her and leave.'

'I will! If this is the direction you're taking Seven Kings in, then I'm done.'

'No!' Finan yelled, 'guys, come on!'

'Fine, then go,' Uhtred said, once again ignoring Finan.

Sihtric and Uhtred stared at each other with rage in their eyes. Then Ragnar and Osferth entered the room, all while you listened from behind the corner and trembled on your legs.

'No!' Finan said again, 'Sihtric can't leave. We need him,' he said to Uhtred, then looked at Sihtric, 'and you need us, Sihtric. You need the music and we need you. You can't just go like that.'

'No, he can go,' Uhtred shrugged again, 'he prioritises his lady over the band,' he scoffed, 'he's so afraid to end up single again, it's pathetic.'

Sihtric stared at Uhtred, his jaw clenched as he fought his tears.

'I'd rather try and fucking kill myself again than losing my woman over this stupid shit,' Sihtric spat.

'Again?' Uhtred frowned.

'Wait, what?' Finan said, 'w-what do you mean?'

Osferth and Finan exchanged concerned looks, while Uhtred kept staring at Sihtric, and Sihtric looked at Ragnar.

'I… I didn't tell them,' Ragnar confessed.

'What?' Sihtric said, 'I thought you told-'

'What?' Finan interrupted, concerned, 'told us what?!'

Sihtric swallowed hard and looked down at his feet as he tried to find the right words, but the manager was quick to take the burden upon him, as he had promised he would but never did.

'Sihtric… he, he attempted,' Ragnar stammered, 'he had plans to… to end his life a little while ago, after the first show you guys did.'

'What?' all the members gasped.

'H-how?' Osferth blurted out.

'My apartment is a long way up,' Sihtric said softly, avoiding eye contact.

This was the first time you heard how Sihtric had planned on doing it. He didn't want to tell you when he first opened up to you, when he told you how you had saved him that night. And now there it was, the whole truth. You desperately tried to hold your tears, but you sobbed like a child while you tried to stay quiet.

'Are you fucking serious?' Finan asked, 'what… I mean, I'm glad you're here, but what stopped you?'

Sihtric shook his head lightly as he continued to keep his head down, still fighting his tears.

'His… his girl did,' Ragnar said, compassionately, 'why do you think I allowed her on board with us? He needs her. And I told you guys this video was a stupid fucking idea, even if you were all single, but you,' he looked at Uhtred, 'you just kept pushing it.'

Everyone stayed quiet after the manager spilled some harsh truths in a short time. Sihtric sniffled and wiped away a tear while the other members tried to grasp all the information they just got dumped on them.

'Did you take your meds?' Ragnar asked Sihtric quietly.

'Yeah,' Sihtric said hoarsely, 'look,' he cleared his throat and sniffled again, 'I'm done here. I… I need to find… I have to find her. And I just- I- I, it's like I don't know you guys anymore,' he said and took a few steps back.

'Yeah, well,' Uhtred snapped, 'we don't know you anymore! Rockstars don't settle down!'

'They do!' Sihtric yelled, 'and maybe you should try it sometime! So you can finally understand that all this fame and money is fucking useless if you have no one by your side at the end of the day who makes you happy!'

'Whatever,' Uhtred sighed and waved his hand degradingly, 'go have a drink, Sihtric,' he sneered, 'I liked you better when you were still a drunk.'

'Fuck you!' Sihtric snarled and gave Uhtred another hard shove, 'fuck you! You know that shit almost killed me several times!'

Before the other men could blink, Uhtred and Sihtric were throwing punches at each other. Finan and Ragnar tried to break the two men up, but there was barely any stopping them. You couldn't take it anymore and stepped around the corner.

'Stop it!' you suddenly yelled as you cried, and everyone froze when they saw you.

'H-how can you say such things!?' you yelled at Uhtred, who froze up mid swing as he wanted to punch the bass player in his face, who had his own fist near the lead singer's face.

You looked at all the men before you continued.

'What kind of friend are you?' you looked back at Uhtred.

Everyone stared at you and then Sihtric dropped his fist. He let go of Uhtred, and with a soft whine he ran towards you, across the room. You wrapped your arms around him as he did the same, and then Ragnar was the one to break the silence.

'I… I think it's best if Sihtric has the rest of the day off,' he looked at you, 'he needs some time to think. Meanwhile,' he looked at the other members, 'we will continue the video shoot. We should just get this over with so we can all go back home again as soon as possible.'

You and Sihtric had gone home while the rest of the band tried to continue their video shoot, unsure about the future of the band. You sat on the roof terrace, Sihtric leaned into you as you had your arm around him and you watched him light up one cigarette after the other, taking long drags while his hands still trembled.

'You shouldn't make a choice this rash, baby,' you said softly, 'you really have to think about this.'

'I'm done, love,' Sihtric sighed, 'I'm just done with Uhtred's bullshit, and I don't want you to be hurt by the choices he makes for us.'

'Please, just think about it. I didn't walk away from the set because I was mad at you,' you reassured him, 'I didn't walk out because I want to walk out on you. Never. It just hurted to see a girl all over you like that.'

'I know, and I'm sorry,' Sihtric said, 'it made me sick too.'

'I know. I could tell you weren't happy at all, which also broke my heart,' you said, 'but this video, I understand it's… it's what people want to see these days, I guess. And I know it's not something you wanted either.'

'Do you want to see it?' Sihtric asked, 'as a fan, I mean. Even if we wouldn't know each other? Would you want to see a video like that?'

You thought about his question for a moment as you remembered what your life was like before Sihtric commented on your instagram post. Before this all started.

'Not… not really,' you admitted, 'I know a lot of fans will be bitter and jealous of those girls in the video. Honestly, things like that may not work in a band's favour. As ridiculous as it sounds, it can put fans off. I know it's the same with you and me, what you posted on your instagram riled up some people in a fun way, but I know for a fact it has cost you fans too. Some fans are dedicated to the bone and so loyal, until they realise they truly do not have a chance with you. Or any other member. Then they will just drop you like an old toy and go on to find the next best thing. I'm not saying a video like this will ruin your career, not at all, but for a lot of people… it's not what they want. I mean, as a fan myself,' you said, 'which I still am, despite everything I have with you, this video would leave me unsatisfied. Because it's so not like you guys. I'm not saying don't do it, but, yeah…'

'I know,' Sihtric mumbled, 'I know it's not like us. But lately Uhtred has been pushing to take the band in a different direction, and I don't like it.'

'What about the others? Finan and Osferth?'

'They aren't fully behind it either,' Sihtric said and lit another cigarette, 'they voiced their concern too, but Uhtred won't stray from his ideas. I've been struggling with this for a long time already, even before we met. I love my job, I love the music we make and I love the guys. But I don't love the vision anymore. I wrote a lot of music and lyrics for the band, but Uhtred dismisses every idea lately. I don't know why but… I'm just sick of it. What's the point of being in a band if I can't be myself? If I can't play the music that I like? What's the point of becoming someone that I'm not, when this sort of music is all about being yourself and to not be afraid to be honest… I'm just done. I'm done with it. Maybe I,' he paused and looked up at you, 'maybe I should just go solo and start my own band.'

You sat in silence while Sihtric finished his cigarette, your head resting on his shoulder.

'Whatever you chose to do,' you said, 'I'll be there. I'll stand by you, no matter what.'

Sihtric smiled softly and pecked your cheek.

'Thank you, my love,' he whispered, then sighed and got up, 'I'm going to take a shower now, need to get those fucking lipstick stains off me,' he grimaced.

You had changed into some comfortable clothes when Sihtric stepped out of the bathroom, shirtless while wearing black sweatpants. You looked up from your phone and felt your heart drop when you saw the broken look on your boyfriend's face.

'What's wrong?' you jumped up.

'I… I just feel so fucking disgusting,' Sihtric said as tears ran down his face, 'I'm sorry.'

You looked at his torso and saw the dark marks on his body, where the lipstick stains had been from the video shoot. Sihtric had desperately tried to wash the stains off his skin, almost compulsively, as they weren't yours and he felt violated. And as he had aggressively tried to clean off the lipstick in the shower, he had clearly bruised himself in the process, feeling he even deserved the pain because you had been hurt too.

'Honey,' you whispered as you walked up to him, 'it's… it's not your fault, don't feel like that.'

You took his hands, kissed them both, and then softly kissed one of the bruises on his shoulder.

'I'm sorry,' Sihtric whispered.

'I know,' you hushed him and kissed another bruise, 'don't worry, you're mine. Always mine.'

'Yours,' he sniffled, 'I only want to be yours.'

You looked up at him and placed your hands on his shoulders.

'Please,' Sihtric whispered and leaned back against the bathroom door, 'please,' he whined, 'I need you to- to claim me back.'

'Don't be silly, you're still mine, love,' you whispered while Sihtric tugged at your shirt and shook his head.

'No,' he breathed, 'I… please,' he begged as you wiped his tears, 'mark me, please.'

You buried your face in his neck as your tears began to fall, and Sihtric wrapped his strong arms around you.

'I love you,' you whispered.

'I love you too,' Sihtric said as he held you tight, 'only you.'

'I know,' you smiled softly and kissed his cheek.

You took his hands in yours again and led him to his couch, where you gently pushed him down and straddled his lap.

'Take me,' your sensitive yet rough looking boyfriend husked, 'please, love. I need to feel you own me… say that you own me, please,' he whispered while he held your chin, 'tell me I'm yours.'

'I own you,' you whispered and kissed his lips, 'you're mine,' you kissed him again, 'only mine. My kitten,' you murmured as you nuzzled his nose.

'Yours. Your kitten,' Sihtric growled softly.

You hummed in agreement and kissed his lips again, then kissed your way to his jaw, his ear, his neck and on to his shoulders. You kissed every bruise on his skin and more, as you slowly kissed and licked your way down his body. You took your time, claiming every inch of his body just like he needed you to do, like he had begged you to do, and he moaned softly while he sat back with his eyes closed, enjoying the way you made him feel loved and safe.

'If I have to finish that video shoot,' Sihtric whispered, 'I only want to do it with you, doll. With your hands in my hair and your lips on my body. I refuse to do it with anyone else.'

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Trope Grading Game (instead of WIP Wednesday)

Hey folks, and thank you for the tags on Sunday @fatalfangirl @thewholelemon @theearlgreymage @orange-peony @artsyunderstudy @wellbelesbian and @youarenevertooold, and to @cosmicalart for the tag today (thank you for joining us!)

I’m having a slow morning, so when @aristocratic-otter tagged me in this game, I figured it could be a good way to try to ease myself into some writing. So consider this in lieu of my WIP post!

Honestly this was an interesting one to fill out, because I rarely seek out specific romance tropes. I’m always looking for the circumstances that lie beneath. The setting and plotty plot that the tropes are part of. Also, I’ve realised I’m very ignorant about romance tropes, so I may be misreading some of these xD

Also, most of this is answered in a Snowbaz context, given that’s my only fandom.

Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

-10 -> very dissuaded

0 - don’t care either way

+10 -> very enticed

nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged

Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.

Age gap: -5

Broadly, no. Anyone younger than 22 in a relationship with someone significantly older is something I avoid. That being said, my all-time favourite cishet romance is Hazel and Agnes in S1 of The Umbrella Academy. I’ve never wanted a cishet Happily Ever After so much in my whole life lol.

Codependency: +4

Broadly, yes. I enjoy fics that unpick the ways in which a couple are entangled and how that creates challenges, as well as how they may be resolved. I guess in a snowbaz context this often also means fluff, and tbh fluff isn’t my thing unless it’s at the end of a fic full of challenges that they have overcome.

Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: +5

Outside of Snowbaz, not really. Within Snowbaz (and thus informed by its canon), yes. Especially when Simon is being an oblivious dufus and Baz is pining.

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): +7

Erm yes, I probably like this more than I previously realised lol. Like, as long as this isn’t the defining characteristic of the two characters, I can really get into it. I love Snowbaz fics that show a playful side to Simon.

Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: +10

Abso-fucking-lutely. Obviously. Hot, lots of strong feelings, tension, angst, yes yes yes.

Friends with benefits: -2

If it’s sex with neither romance nor part of an enemies-to-lovers storyline, I’m not really interested. I’m a romantic at heart.

Sex to feelings: +5

Reasonably neutral as a baseline concept, but this can totally be done very well. It depends on the set dressing that goes with it. Is there conflict? Confusion over said feelings? Something keeping them apart? I love that shit.

Fake dating/relationship: 0

I’ve read good fics that use this concept, but the concept itself doesn’t excite me, so I don’t specifically seek it out.

Friends to lovers: 0

I like enemies to friends to lovers, but I like fics that have tension and uncertainty. Friends with benefits can certainly have that, but for me its not guaranteed to scratch that itch.

Found Family: -3

I’ve not read any found family in fanfiction, but I’ve not enjoyed it in original fiction. It too often casts found family as a cure to a person’s baggage and past trauma, or just flat-out handles these topics in a way I find deeply uncomfortable (coughthehouseintheceruleanseacough)

Hurt/Comfort: +9

Oh yes yes yes. This is my jam. I like it best, however, when it’s part of a larger fic with other things going on (especially as part of a slow burn).

Love Triangle: 0

I don’t mind it, but it doesn’t appeal in the context of snowbaz. I have a slight aversion to fics where Lamb is part of the love triangle. No shade on anyone who writes that, he is a good canon character to place in that role, but it doesn’t align with my personal HC for Lamb.

Poly, open relationships: -5

I guess I’m way too monoamorous for this. Clone smut, however…

Mistaken/hidden identity: +10

OMG. Ok so so this is where I probably stray from the point (lol), because I love this in a very specific context. Do we count Baz hiding the fact he’s a vampire in this? Because I LOVE stories where the character has something strange/supernatural about themselves that they are trying to hide, or that they may not even know about themselves in the beginning. And I could see enjoying this in a non-supernatural context (I just love fantasy elements a lot). Outside of Baz being a vampire, I don’t know if this is done much in the Carry On fandom? If anyone has any recs, I’d very much welcome them!

Monsterfucking: +6

As you’ve probably gathered from previous responses, I’m not a big smut person. But I gotta admit, I do like a bit of monsterfucking.

Pregnancy: +4

For someone with zero interest in having kids, I do enjoy a good mpreg fic. Especially when it’s unexpected and the pregnant character is riddled with doubt and uncertainty, leading to some hurt/comfort and angst with a happy ending.

Second Chance: +2

Hmm. I'm neutral on breaking up and getting back together fics, but getting together later fics can be interesting. But, again (fuck this is my mantra), I’m mostly interested in the surrounding circumstances. What is the canon divergence that kept them apart? This is what will snag my interest.

Slowburn: +10

Yes! I LOVE a long plotty fic with slow burn and all that deliciousness.

Soulmates: +8

As long as that baby has some angst/uncertainty/misunderstandings, I am all over that shit.

Right! Now I’m off to see if I can make any meaningful progress on my shipwreck COTTA. Happy Wednesday y’all! I won't tag anyone else but if anyone wants to play, please consider this an invite!

#not wip wednesday #tag game #simon snow #this starts out looking like I don't like any tropes lol #my personal favourites are towards the end

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vinvantae · 2 years

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Hey, can you write something with the pictures pierre gasly posted of his vacation in greece today :)

Thank you for the request. Hope you enjoy 💙x

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Greek Escapade

You pushed the doors to the balcony over, humming contently as the warm sun washed over your skin. It felt like paradise here and you needed this, but you were sure Pierre needed it more. His hard work hadn’t been getting the results he wanted so he just needed an escape which you were more than happy to provide him with.

As you felt his arms wrap around your middle, you lent back against his chest. “Good morning. Sleep well?”

“Like a log.” The Frenchman said, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “Always do when I’m with you.”

You turned in his arms so you could kiss him. “What did you want to do today?”

“How about a nice walk along the coast? Get an ice cream, take in the views… want to enjoy your company.”

“Sounds wonderful.”

You pulled on a soft cotton summer dress and some sandals and he pulled on a linen shirt in a gorgeous sunny yellow. He walked over to the bed and grabbed his hat and shades before holding his hand out for you.

“Ready?” He smiled softly. “If the weather is still hot when we get back we can go for a dip in the pool.”

You took his hand with a gentle squeeze and nodded. The weather was fresh, and your lungs felt clear as you walked down towards the coast - his large hand wrapped around yours. And as much as you hated to admit it, you loved being Pierre’s Instagram photographer. He’d post the photos in a dump but only you were there to enjoy the real thing. He was a bit of a insta whore but it didn’t bother you, you loved that he was confident. You also liked the fact it meant that he was more than happy to post photos solo, as your relationship wasn’t official and you liked staying out of the spotlight.

As soon as you tucked his phone back into the pocket of his shorts he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you close. “Definitely have the best view, don’t I?”

Your cheeks flushed a soft pink, even after being together for so long - he still knew exactly how to make you all shy and blushy and he loved that.

“Mhmm, my view is pretty good too.” You giggled, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “C’mon, I believe I was promised ice cream.”

He took your hand once again and you continued your walk along the rocky path towards the town. The two of you chatted away about nothing, but you wanted to keep his mind clear of his troubles - make this holiday nothing bit enjoyable.

You scooped up a bit of your ice cream on the tip of your finger and tapped the end of his nose with it, giggling.

“Ma chérie!” He whined, trying to get it off with his tongue, going a little cross eyed in the process. “Help me!”

The Frenchman laughed as you grabbed his face in both hands and licked his nose. “Better?”

“Better.” He chuckled. “Now eat up. I wanna go swimming.”

“You wanna take a shirtless selfie.”

He clutched his hand over his heart, feigning hurt. “Ah, my love, you wound me.”

Winding each other up was all part of your relationship, you’d tease him and he’d tease you right back. So when he stood in front of a large window by the pool to do exactly what you accused him of you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah baby! Work it! Show off those abs!” You catcalled, resting your arms on the side of the pool.

He flipped you off before tossing his phone on a lounger and jumping into the pool, splashing you with a large wave - making you squeal. Pierre swam over to you and scooped you up, before throwing you back into the water.

“Stoooop!” You whined softly, earning a rather wet kiss that tasted like chlorine. “I’m sorry!”

“Good girl.” He chuckled, “You’ve been a right little menace today.”

You grinned. “You wouldn’t have it any other way now, would you?”

“Of course not. Thank you for joining me for this holiday.” He smiled softly, bringing a hand up to hold your jaw.

“Hey, just as much a treat for me as it is for you.”

“I know, it’s just… it’s made me realise just how much I like having you in my life, chérie.” His voice was lower. “I’d really like for you to be my girlfriend, if you’re okay with that?”

You nodded eagerly and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I’d love to… I wanna stay private though.”

“I understand. I just felt like I was dancing around it for so long but you’re who I want.”

“I want you too.”

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Yourusername his view maybe be good. But mines better 🌅 🧡

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Short and sweet, hope you enjoyed x

#f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly x reader #x reader #Pierre Gasly

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itsdannysworld · 5 months

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Secret (Part One)

OMG DANNYS WRITING AGAIN?? Howdy yall, id like to say im back and better than ever, so welcome to my new seriess Warnings: cheating, angst, allusions to smut, cursing, the usual Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader (I dont know the band Greta Van Fleet and this is all a work of fiction)

enjoy-

Sharing a mans heart with another woman is one of the most painful things. Being hidden by said man is worse though. Whats worse than that, is being told that he loves you.

You worked backstage as a roadie for Greta, setting up and breaking down the artists most important possessions. You met Jake that way, bumping into him while you ran backstage. “Oh I’m sorry!” You said as he smiled the softest smile, stealing your heart instantly. “Hey, don’t worry about it, shit happens.” He chuckled. “You’re y/n, right?” He asked, still smiling. “That’s me!” You offered a small smile, you felt shy around him. “Hey, can I get you number? For roadie things.” He chuckled. “Oh yeah sure.” You said, typing your number into his phone. “Cool, I’ll text you.” He winked and continued walking. You were neon red at this point, not knowing how to react. The rest of the night flew by, breaking down everything the moment the finished their set. You finally got a break and checked your phone, seeing a new number pop up on your screen.

New Number: Hey its Jake, meet me in hotel room 430, i wanna get to know you

You smiled, squealing a little bit at his text. It wasn’t till the next morning you found out about his girlfriend, and that you would have to share him with her. You rode the elevator up to the fourth floor, giddy at the fact you were gonna spend time with him. You made it to his door, softly knocking. He opened it quickly, kinda catching you off guard. “Hey darling, come in.” You blushed at the pet name, not knowing how to react. You walked in, the room smelling like linen and his cologne. You turned to him as he shut the door. “So what does a rockstar like you want with a girl like me?” You questioned. “Well I’d like to get to know you, definitely in more ways that one.” He flirted. You blushed again, your sudden confidence diminishing. He walked towards you, a smirk across his face. “Fuck now, talk later?” Lord he was making your knees weak. “Yes please.” And just like that his lips were on yours, pushing you onto the bed and crawling on top of you. You woke up around 8am, groaning not ready to get up for the day. He laid next to you, dead asleep. You learned a lot about him last night, mainly how good he could make you finish. You went to the bathroom checking your phone. You decided to go on insta and do a little stalking, you may work for him but you barely knew him.

Fuck

On insta there he was, posting about his girlfriend and his one year anniversary.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Your eyes welled up, guilt seeping through your pores. You heard a knock on the bathroom door. “You almost done?” He asked. You swung the door open, and he immediately sensed your distress. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a girlfriend?” You confronted him. The tiredness in his eyes suddenly went away. “Look she and I barely get along, we're really nothing.” “Oh so one year is nothing?” You questioned, your tone coming out harsh. “Y/n let's not start this, we both enjoyed last night and I had more fun with you than I ever had with her.” He smiled, pulling you in for a hug. You hugged him back against your best judgment, you caught feelings easily and a small crush on him had already formed. “Let’s keep this between us, our secret.” He whispered. “Yes sir.” You whispered back.

You left his hotel room quickly, and found yourself face to face with Daniel Wagner. You internally cursed yourself, knowing that he saw you leaving Jake’s room. “Have a good night?” He smiled, acting as if this was a common occurrence. “Sure.” You answered, not conveying too much emotion. “I won’t say anything as long as you don’t, got it? We all hate his girlfriend.” You let out a small sight off relief. “I- uh yeah cool.” You stuttered out.

What the fuck did you get yourself into?

#greta van fleet fic #danny gvf #jake gvf #gvf #josh gvf #greta van fleet #fanfic #danny wagner #danny wagner x reader #sam kiszka gvf #jake kiska fic

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emmelynart · 1 year

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Alma

(This is a lot. Much more than I originally intended. I apologize. I was going to submit this to someone as an 'ask,' but instead, I'll put this out into the nether.)

So, while sipping my morning tea and browsing Twitter, I stumbled upon this that Alma posted in reply to a poetry thread.

Now obviously, the ship part caught my eye simply because of the 'Dent'stiel Valentine Misha sent out last night shortly before about how "Apparently, some ships can't be sunk."

Okay, now that could obviously just be a coincidence, so I smiled about the possibility and then moved on with my life. Whether Alma is Misha or not, and no matter how much I want to know, it isn't something I'd ever talk about ANYWHERE ELSE outside of Tumblr because, c'mon... respect, right?

I've always felt that the goal isn't to out Misha as Alma, but instead to enjoy his musings and feel as though we're getting a look at him through a different lens.

So, that brings me to the next part, which got me about 25% excited about tin hatting and 75% worried for Alma (Misha?).

I stumbled upon this that happened on Feb 10th.

The original tweet has been deleted, but I found where the original poster took a screenshot... of a screenshot... that shows what Alma's reply was in response to.

First things first, and I'm not going to spend much time talking about the person because, frankly, I'm... upset. We'll just use the word upset. I scrolled through their tweets briefly, and it didn't take long to see that she's basically been harassing Misha and spouting nonsense about 'twin flames.' I'm hoping that, at some point, they get the help that they need.

Secondly, I wish people wouldn't have immediately gone in with the 'wrong account buddy' and whatnot. It would have been better for them to send a DM to Alma or at least be a bit more subtle. I just don't want Alma (Misha?!) to feel like they can't be open with their poetry and posts. Don't disappear on us!

Now, I'd like to see what others think, not just about the above, but about this next part.

Whenever I saw that Alma had a Twitter and that they didn't follow Misha, and Misha didn't follow them (like he does on Insta), that made me doubt whether or not they were the same person. Now though, I'm wondering how Alma knew to reply to that thread with "Promise?" in the first place.

It's possible that the Twitter algorithm is to blame for this and that, somehow, this crazy tweet ended up on their newsfeed. That being said, I'm not so sure. It's really pushing me back into thinking Alma might actually be Misha.

Thoughts? (Also, this is my first actual post, so please be easy on me.)

#misha collins #misha #alma perpetua #alma poems #cockles #cockles tinhat #i'm new to this so be easy on me

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torreshalstead · 10 months

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No Grief in Sleep

Summary - She’d long heard that the days were easier than the nights, that the nights would bring body aching loneliness and hours of painful memories. But for Violet, that wasn’t the case. No, the days were painful, raw and seemed to last for hours longer than they should. But she looked forward to the night.

Notes - So you can thank the OC insta for posting the end of 11x03 and putting me in my Hawkami painful feels. This was kind of therapeutic to write so I hope you enjoy. AO3 Link

She’d long heard that the days were easier than the nights, that the nights would bring body aching loneliness and hours of painful memories. But for Violet, that wasn’t the case.

The days were awful. Everyone was tiptoeing around her as if she was close to her breaking point and one noise just a fraction too loud would push her off the edge. They spoke to her in hushed voices, heads cocked to the side like you spoke to someone in a hospital bed. But she wasn’t in a hospital bed, she wasn’t injured. At least not physically or visibly. She knew they meant well, that they thought they were looking out for her best interests. But it just served as a reminder that nothing was right. She was having to live out her days without the man she loved by her side. And it wasn’t fair.

No, the days were painful, raw and seemed to last for hours longer than they should. But she looked forward to the night.

At night, she could wrap herself in his shirt, his smell enveloping her like a hug, curl into bed and drift into a world where he still existed. Where he still pulled her into his arms, told her how loved she was and they could continue to live their lives together, the mundane and the exciting. Their time not impacted by a little thing such as death.

In the back of her mind Violet knew it wasn’t real. Knew it was a life of fantasy, but it provided her comfort, a place where she wasn't in pain and where every little thing didn’t remind her of the life she wanted and was no longer possible for her. When she closed her eyes at night, everything she had ever hoped was possible. There was no grief in sleep.

Tonight was no different, without even stopping to look at the clock as she walked into her apartment, caring not for the time, she headed straight to her room. Shucking off her clothes, leaving them in the pile on the floor they fell to as she stepped out of them. She pulled the worn grey t-shirt over her head, breathing in the scent that still lingered on the cotton. It wasn’t as strong as it once was, but it was still enough.

She climbed into bed, switching her phone on to silent - nothing was important enough to disturb the only time she got now that allowed her to feel alive. Tugging the sheets up high to her chin, she knew it wouldn’t take long for sleep to overcome her. And as usual, she was right.

Her eyes fluttered open when the morning sun flooded into the room, her gaze focused on the figure of a man opening the blinds and when he turned around to look at her, his smile was wide and bright.

‘Morning beautiful,’ he said softly, crawling back across the bed and dropping a kiss to her forehead. Violet hummed in response. She still wasn’t used to getting woken up like this, peacefully lifted from her slumber with love and affection.

‘You got an early meeting?’ She asked, her voice still thick with sleep as she rolled over on her side so she could throw an arm and a leg over him.

‘Not today, was going to make you breakfast though, how’s pancakes and bacon sound?’ He asked, pushing a strand of hair that had fallen out of her braid behind her ear.

‘Delicious,’ Violet muttered, pressing a kiss to his bare chest and letting her lips linger against his warm skin.

The scene faded as if a blur effect had been painted across the whole thing, the colours merged together and a second later turned back into solid.

The sun was glistening off the Chicago waterfront, the sky absent for all but a couple of small clouds and his hand was wrapped tightly around hers. The path was busy but bubbling with life on a weekend afternoon. There were children peddling little bikes, excitedly laughing as they hit top speed off in front of parents. Old couples strolling slowly arm in arm, savouring the summer sun on their skin. Young couples swinging interlaced hands, taking selfies with beaming smiles.

The happiness of everyone around them was infectious and Violet couldn’t disguise the smile that was painted on her cheeks as she took it all in. They continued to meander down the path, no destination in mind, just content to be in the fresh air together with no worry that an emergency call out may interrupt them. As with all couples whose work involved answering the needs of the citizens of Chicago, they had had many an interrupted rendezvous when the bells had rung.

Coming up to a park bench on the side, a little girl with a multi coloured tutu was dancing to imaginary music, her arms swaying above her head.

‘Dad, dance with me!’ They heard her call out loudly to the man sitting on the bench just across from them. Without missing a beat, her father jumped up and pulled her into his arms, dramatically swaying them both and dipping her before peppering her face with kisses, her giggles filling the air.

Violet smiled at them as they passed, when a voice whispered in her ear, ‘that’s the kind of father I want to be.’

A warmth filled her stomach at his words and she glanced up at him, ‘really?’ She asked, curious as to what had brought out such a comment.

‘The kind who will drop anything when their kid calls, makes a fool of themselves in public just so their child will smile. The father who has pictures of his kids in his wallet and will talk about them to everyone and anyone,’ he squeezed her hand and her mind was suddenly swimming with images.

The images are full of two children, a little boy the spitting image of the man holding her hand and a little girl, her long dark hair swirling around her as she giggled loudly. They were being pushed on the swings, both cheering loudly to go higher and higher, she and him both acquiescing to their requests, matching silver rings glistening on their left hands.

The image melted again and when she opened her eyes, the world she had been living in had disappeared and once again she was back in her room, her blinds drawn but the morning sun peeping through the corners. Glancing at her phone, she realised she was late. It was already 8:15 and she was due on shift 15 minutes ago. Groaning loudly, she pulled herself out of bed and hurried to get ready.

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‘Is everything okay?’ Her partner Sylvie Brett asked softly, having pulled her aside once she appeared in the break room, 40 minutes after her shift had started.

‘Yeah, fine,’ Violet brushed her off, pulling her hair into a tight ponytail. She really should have showered this morning but had obviously not had the time and didn’t have the energy or the want to shower in the locker room either.

‘Violet-’ Sylvie tried again, her head tilting in the tell-tale sign of pity that Violet had grown to hate in the past few weeks. Couldn’t anyone keep their head straight on their necks when they talked to her these days.

‘I just overslept Sylvie, I’m sorry. I'll go apologise to Boden,’ she interrupted and before Sylvie could say anything else, she turned heel and marched towards Boden’s office. She had no intention of speaking to their Chief, he was full of pity more than anyone else. He was the one who had held her back, stopped her from being able to save him. And he knew it.

‘Oh hey Vi,’ Gallo appeared next to her from out of nowhere. ‘Missed you at morning briefing,’ he said. It wasn’t a question but she could tell he was digging for an explanation not just of her tardiness today but her overall demeanour. She wanted to yell at him; he’s dead! Nothing matters anymore!

But she swallowed it down, she knew her friends cared. She knew they were trying and wanted to help but there was nothing they could do and she didn’t want the help. She wanted this shift to be over so she could go home and go to sleep.

‘Just overslept is all,’ she said calmly.

‘Glad you’re sleeping well,’ he said with a warm smile. If he only knew the half of it but she nodded with a forced smile.

‘I’m just going to…’ she said, gesturing past him in a hope that he would let her pass without any more questioning.

‘Of course, umm…’ he paused and Violet could feel the words on the tip of his tongue but she couldn’t. Not today. So she smiled again and continued past him into the locker room, thankful it was empty.

She sat on the bench, facing her locker but not really looking at it, her mind failing to focus on anything solid right now.

That’s how Hermann came to find her 30 minutes later, gazing off into the distance, her eyes glazed over, shoulders slumped forward.

‘Hey kiddo,’ he said quietly but it still made her jump.

‘Oh hi Hermann,’ she said with a little shake of her head in an attempt to pull herself completely back into the present.

‘I’m not going to ask you if you’re okay, because you’re not,’ he started and she immediately turned to look away, not wanting to keep his eye contact for fear he would be able to see straight through her. ‘But if you ever want to talk, or not talk. We are all here for you. And we don’t expect you to be better just because that would be the easy thing. These things hurt and you’ve got to feel that hurt for a bit. So you can heal.’ Hermann reached over and squeezed her shoulder before leaving her alone again with her own thoughts.

His words had hit her. That you need to feel the hurt. But she wasn’t hurting. At least not all the time. When she was on shift, she was angry - angry at the situation, that he had been put in that position and saved someone else instead of himself. Mad at her friends which she knew wasn’t fair but was still how she was feeling. She was annoyed that her shifts were long and she was expected to sleep during them but she couldn’t. She lay awake every night on shift. She could only sleep in the bed she had shared with him, wrapped in his scent and drifting off back into his arms. She prayed they got calls in the middle of the night so her tiredness wouldn’t be questioned. But she wasn’t hurting.

At home, when she was asleep, she was as far from hurt as she could be. She was happy. She was in love. She was with him.

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Returning back to her apartment after shift she repeated the same routine she had since the day of the funeral. Before the funeral she hadn’t slept once. Before everyone in polished and pressed uniforms had come out to show how sad they were. Sad they were for a person they barely knew. But she knew him, she knew him and she couldn’t even say anything. The department knew about their relationship but didn’t want it advertised. And as such, she had to sit at the back with her house and listen to people praise him and his work, staying vague enough that the speeches could have been rolled out for whoever had been crushed by that building.

Their words meant nothing. And that night when she had expected to lie in bed and have a night filled again with restless movement and everything but sleep, she fell asleep and he appeared to her. She fell back into a world where they were together and that call never happened. She had never had to experience having her heart crushed in front of her friends, her own cries echoing outside her body as they pulled him out, his body lifeless and his eyes empty of their usual sparkle. In this world, he was hers and she was his, he was alive and they were in love.

He stood with his back to her, his bare skin pale in the moonlight. He didn’t turn as she got out of bed but she knew it was him, she had memorised his lines, every stretch of his skin, the outline of his muscles underneath her fingers. Looking down she realised she was just as scantily dressed as he was, only a pair of black underwear graced her frame. She didn’t care. She never felt self-conscious around him. Whenever he was around, Violet felt like the most beautiful woman on the planet, all the flaws she used to see when she looked in the mirror, all the bits of herself that she had poked and prodded, disappeared when he looked at her.

She pressed her naked chest to his back, wrapping her arms tightly around him and sighing when his fingers interlocked with hers.

‘Morning,’ she murmured, pressing a kiss to the middle of his spine.

‘Good morning my love,’ the man said, his voice warm and comforting. ‘Did you sleep well? I didn’t mean to wake you.’

‘You didn’t,’ she said, her lips remaining in contact with his skin so her voice was muffled.

‘What do you want to do today?’ He asked and Violet knew that whatever she said he would agree to in an instant. If she wanted to drive for hours with the radio playing and the windows down, he would pack a bag full of food so they wouldn’t need to stop. If she wanted to stay in bed all day and show him how much she loved him, he would show her the feeling was mutual. If she said she didn’t know, he’d offer suggestions of things he knew she’d enjoy. She had never been with someone who valued her happiness and comfort so highly. She was as happy as she imagined she could ever be.

The first night, it had all seemed so real. His touch, his lips, his words. It was like he was really with her and her life without him was the dream instead. When she awoke and was alone, she realised it wasn’t. But every night when she fell asleep, it could be real again and she lived for those moments. She tried to rush through the days as quickly as she could, the faster the day went, the quicker she was back with her love and her heart was whole again.

They were swaying in each other’s arms, strings of fairy lights twinkling above their heads. The music played in the distance but neither of them were focused on the words the band was saying, the only important thing was each other. He was dressed to the nines, his suit fitting him perfectly, the shirt underneath white as snow. His newest accessory stark against his own skin.

Her own matched his, he had offered to get her a fancier one but the engagement ring was bright enough for her. She was happy to have a plain wedding band that matched her husband’s.

The back of her dress was lace, the pearl buttons starting just below her shoulder blades and running down where the material changed to satin at the bottom of her back and down the train. The front was a matching lace but was currently pressed to her love’s chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her, providing the safety she knew they always would.

The whole night was like a fairytale. Her father had walked her down the aisle, holding back his own tears where her fiancé had failed to do so. When she met him at the altar, tears were streaming down his face, his red rimmed eyes filled with nothing but love and his smile wide enough to hurt his cheeks. Their friends and family had cheered them when they were announced husband and wife, had showered them with love and affection at the reception and were now coupled off and dancing their own dances around the floor.

It was everything she had ever wished it could be.

Violet was pulled roughly from that world, awoken unceremoniously by a loud knocking at the door. She frowned for a moment, hoping the noise would stop and she could return to her unconscious state but when it didn’t she realised she needed to see to it before her neighbours put in a complaint.

Tugging on a pair of sweatpants that were crumpled on the floor, she opened the door and was shocked to see Kelly Severide in front of her. As far as she had been aware, he didn’t know where she lived.

‘Hey Violet,’ he said, surprisingly without the head tilt and his voice lacking the usual pity that their colleagues used.

‘Um hi, it’s not a great time,’ Violet said, pushing her hair out of her face and tugging awkwardly at the hem of her shirt. She wasn’t exactly dressed to entertain.

‘No, that much I realise but considering you missed the whole of last shift, it’s the right time,’ Kelly said calmly, gently pushing past her into the apartment.

Violet’s jaw dropped, she had missed the whole of the last shift. She knew she had woken up a couple of times last night, or last day clearly, and gotten up for a drink or a trip to the bathroom but never once had she glanced at her phone or thought to check the time. She had just retreated back to her bed, back to him.

‘I must have been tired…’ she panicked and tried to think of an excuse but Kelly shook his head.

‘It’s not that though, is it,’ he said calmly, taking a seat on her couch and gesturing for her to sit at the other side. Even though he wasn’t her ranking officer when he was in her apartment, she still did as was asked and sat down next to him.

‘I’m not here to pity you Violet, I’m sure you’ve had your fill of that from everyone else,’ he was speaking the truth, his voice was still calm but not the ‘I’m sorry the man you loved died’ calm but the ‘I understand’ calm. She hummed lightly in response, she didn’t know where he was going with this but she was going to hear him out.

‘I know you know about Shay,’ Kelly started, he seemed to take a deep breath before speaking which confused Violet. She had heard a lot about Shay, from Kelly and from others but it didn’t usually make him react like this. She nodded in response anyway, of course she knew Shay - everyone at 51 knew Shay. ‘But there was also Anna.’ Violet glanced over at him, her gaze being fixed ahead until this moment, she saw he was a little paler than usual.

‘Anna was my girlfriend who died, she had cancer and it was terminal. She died holding my hand and it broke me,’ Kelly said, his voice thick where he was holding back tears. ‘I was a shell of a man for a while. I’d only just survived losing Shay but when Anna was taken, I didn’t think I’d make it.’

Violet continued to stare at him as he spoke, she could tell it had taken a lot for him to tell her this and she didn’t want to interrupt him.

‘I thought I saw her everywhere after that. On calls, at the checkout of the store, on the L. It was like my mind wanted to see her, so it did. It was the worst at night, she’d fill my dreams and then I’d wake up and realise she was still gone.’ He went quiet after that, their breathing the only noise in the silent room.

‘He’s in all my dreams,’ Violet said in all but a whisper. ‘When I’m asleep, it’s like I’m alive with him again.’

‘But then you wake up,’ Kelly said quietly and Violet nodded.

‘It’s easier in the dreams, it doesn’t hurt because he’s there,’ she admitted. She hadn’t told anyone this, hadn’t wanted to admit that she was dreaming about someone who wasn’t alive anymore. She didn’t think anyone would understand but here was Kelly, someone who clearly understood more than she knew.

‘But if you’re only focused on the dreams, then you’ll forget to live,’ Violet blinked at his words. ‘He wouldn’t want you to do that Violet, he’d want you to live. Evan would want you to live for the both of you.’

Violet choked back a sudden sob. It was the first time anyone had said Evan’s name to her since it had happened. Everyone had avoided it. They had always just said ‘sorry for your loss’ or he was simply ‘him’. Nobody ever said his name.

The name that she had murmured into his skin as he made her feel things that no one else ever had. The name she would yell with a laugh when he would pick her up from behind when she least expected it and twirl her around. The name she tagged on to the end of I love you when she said goodbye as he left her apartment, her words only meant for him and no one else.

She realised she hadn’t even said it herself. She hadn’t said his name either. She had thought she’d say goodbye to him at his funeral, get a moment to whisper the words at his grave but she never did.

‘I never said goodbye,’ she choked out. She was crying more now than she had since that night when she had watched his lifeless body get carried away from her. ‘I never said goodbye,’ she repeated, quieter this time, a realisation as well as statement.

‘You can still do it now,’ Kelly suggested softly, and when Violet quickly spun her head to look at him added, ‘it doesn’t mean you’ll forget him. It just means you can start to live again. He’ll always be with you Violet, looking out for you, cheering on your successes and mourning your losses. But you’re still here Violet, and you can’t forget that. Evan wouldn’t want you to forget that.’

She nodded, the tears still staining her cheeks. ‘Will you come with me?’ She asked quietly. She would never normally have asked this of Kelly, the Squad Lieutenant and she had never had that much in common up until that point. But he nodded at her when she added, ‘I need to say goodbye.’

#hawkami #violet mikami #evan hawkins #Chicago fire #one Chicago #Hawkami fanfiction #chicago fire fanfiction #Hawkami fic #chicago fire fic #Hawkami fanfic #chicago fire fanfic

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laurenairay · 1 year

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1 - “You know I’m literally obsessed with you.” – JT Compher

821 words

My original post of this got eaten by tumblr so my apologies @xsyntheticsensation ! I hope you enjoy this one for our fav ginger grumpy cat! I had a lot of fun making the little extra surprise at the end.

“I hate people.”

“Hello to you too,” JT mused, lifting his head to look at you from where he was sitting on the sofa.

You groaned, leaning down to kiss your boyfriend in greeting, smiling softly at the laughter he was trying to hold in. “Sorry, it’s not been the best day.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning.

Where to start!

“First of all, the queue for coffee this morning was ridiculous and I was nearly late for work. Then we had two meetings which could’ve been emails for sure and a third meeting which ran on way too long. And then, the project I’m working on has been scrapped because the Sales guy didn’t communicate properly with the client and now the client wants something completely different, so all that work I’ve put in this week was for nothing!”

“And…” he prompted.

“Internet girls thirsting over you on the Avs social media posts?” you added, smiling wryly.

“Really?” he said, frowning.

“Oh come on, JT, you know how hot you are. And women on the internet agree with me,” you groaned, sinking down into the sofa cushion next to me.

“Um, not to be that guy, but it kind of comes with the territory? And it’s been like this since we started dating 6 months ago – why is it annoying you now?”

If it was any other guy, you’d be rolling your eyes at the ego, but that just wasn’t JT. This wasn’t him being cocky or arrogant, and you both knew that. That doesn’t mean it made things any better though.

“It’s always annoyed me, babe, I’m just extra annoyed about it today. We’ve been official nearly 6 months and I have a key to your apartment now and all these girls think you’re single, which fine, we don’t post our relationship everywhere because bleurgh who needs the drama. Things like this just get to me though, enough that when I went to lunch with some of the girls, they noticed that I wasn’t happy and we started diving into it,” you rambled.

“Oh shit here we go,” he laughed, wincing a little at the thought of your friends’ reactions.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like that we have things that are just us – it makes them special. But the girls were just like woah those are some thirsty random girls and I bet his DMs are full of titty pics and bad flirting,” you groaned, JT’s grimace confirming what you’d said, “And then some of the girls were like, you’re not even on his socials so of course they think he’s single, which is true but really not the point, and-”

“So why don’t we make a stupid insta post then?” he said, interrupting.

“What?” you asked, confused.

“You’re fed up with the flirting and the speculation. I want everyone to know that I’m the luckiest guy alive. This is a win-win situation,” JT said simply.

“Really? You’d want to do that? You hate sappy insta posts,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“I might hate those cheesy posts couples do but I love you. You know I’m literally obsessed with you,” JT shrugged, smiling softly.

You felt your cheeks rush with heat at his sweet words, butterflies filling your stomach. For someone who was usually so reserved with his declarations of feelings, he sure could pick his moments.

“JT Compher you are the biggest simp,” you giggled.

JT’s soft smile turned into a wide grin, making you laugh as he shrugged again.

“Guilty as charged,” he said simply.

“You know we don’t have to, right? I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with just for me. I know all those girls on the internet and in the bars don’t mean anything to you – I trust you,” you said seriously.

It was one thing for him to want to make you feel more secure, but if it came at the price of him feeling uneasy? No way. But he just shook his head, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Baby, I want to show you off to the world. I want everyone to know that you’re mine,” JT said, smiling sweetly, “You’re not the only one who gets jealous and annoyed with all the people who hit on you.”

Well when he put it like that…

“Looks like we’re going public then babe,” you grinned.

JT grinned back at you and pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket, immediately starting to scroll.

“Leave this with me. I have an idea,” he said happily.

On a normal day, you’d be concerned that your usually-grumpy was so enthusiastic about putting together an Instagram post – but for this sweetness you were willing to let the strangeness slide. If he was this excited about putting up a public post to shout out about your relationship to the world (finally) then who were you to dim that sunshine?

#my writing #jt compher blurb #prompt list blurbs #jt compher x reader #jt compher imagine #jt compher fic #jt compher fanfic #hockey blurb #nhl imagine

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aweirdfan101 · 2 years

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Hello.. Good morning/afternoon/evening! Can i request for some Vincent, Victor and Draco(just one of them if you like) x GN Reader? Where Y/N was wearing a bunny suit to tease them or just trying it... Thank you.. Don't rush and take your time!.... 💖

Hello dearie! I’m so sorry for the inconvenience, I hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful day/night!

About: Y/n wears a bunny suit to tease the boys

Type of writing: Fanfiction, romantic headcanons

Warnings: Very suggestive and just straight up nsfw, no real smut but a lot of implications

Characters: Vincent, Victor, Draco, and of course, you!

Vincent Edgeworth x GN!Reader

🖤You had been planning this for a little while, buy a bunny suit and perhaps tease him a little bit..It would just be a *joke* right?

🖤Well when you walked into his bedroom in a whole bunny suit, he got an instant boner. Immediately started blushing but played it off and started smirking. “Ah my darling, you look stunning..Have you come to put on a show for me?”

🖤He *tries* to act as though he isn’t desperate to have his way with you, but fails miserably. And it gets worse when you start teasing, he would start dirty talking you and would maybe smack your ass if you happen to turn around at one point.

🖤But he can’t hold himself back for long, as much as he tries to be professional. Even he can’t resist how hot you looked in the bunny suit. He would probably pick you, throw you on the bed, and just straight up starting making out with you.

🖤He would grope every single part of your body. Get ready for thigh rubbing because he does that, a lot. He tries to hold back but he honestly can’t. He would start kissing your neck and leaving small hickeys and love bites.

🖤After only a couple of minutes of kissing and rubbing all over your body, he would flip you over and..let’s just say the night was long and passionate.

Victor x GN!Reader(NSFW)

💖Similar to Vincent, you were planning this. You had bought the bunny suit which you looked amazing in and awaited him to walk in the bedroom you shared.

💖When he first walked in the bedroom and saw you laying on the bed, he would because so embarrassed despite popular belief. His face would turn pinker than his hair and get an insta boner. He would chuckle it off and compliment you, “Man..How did I get so lucky? You look absolutely gorgeous/handsome..”

💖However, when you started teasing him he would go feral. Bending over to pick up a sock, sitting on his lap and moving your hips a little to much, and perhaps moan a little while doing some mundane things, it would send him over the edge and soon he’s having his way with you.

💖He would start kissing you as though if he didn’t would disappear, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him. His kisses would move to your neck and start giving you hickeys. All the while whisper how much he loves you and how amazing you are.

💖He would remove all his clothes besides his pants and boxers. After that you’d find yourself on the bed and he has your face mashed into the pillow. He’d start grinding against you and decorate your body with hickeys and love bites.

💖The night with him would be long, rough, but extremely love filled. Every moment with him was filled with love and made it known he didn’t just want you for looks, he truly did care for you.

Draco Edgeworth x GN!Reader(NSFW)

🖤Now, unlike the rest. It was sort of planned. You wanted to show him the suit later, but he walked in on you wearing it. It was meant him for anyways though.

🖤He gets so flustered, so shy, starts apologizing like sorry is the only word he knows not to say. He’s so red a tomato would start flirting with him. You’d probably chuckle a bit and have to say he’s fine. He definitely notices how you look and makes it known, “M-my..that suit decorated your body perfectly..”

🖤If Victor’s boner wasn’t noticeable, you could see Draco’s from space. He tries to keep his eyes on your face, but he can’t help let his eyes linger some other places. Oh my god if you start sitting on his lips and rub your butt a little to much he will faint.

🖤Draco is so respectful and asks if you consent and everything(the others did to, he just asks right off the bat.) He would kiss you gently and trace his fingers across your body. He gets so sloppy with every single movement he makes, but he makes sure each is filled with love and care.

🖤He’d pick you up and gently place you on the bed. He’d have you facing him and he would kiss you over and over again with tongue. Eventually though, he starts to get needy and flips you over as gently as possible. He rubs your body and starts ranting on how attractive you are, how amazing your personality is, basically everything about you.

🖤He loves you so much, and no matter how horny he gets, he’ll always make sure you can tell. He will always keep his movements gentle and love filled.

#Vtsom #vtsom draco #vtsom vincent #vtsom victor #vincent edgeworth #draco edgeworth #Victor Blake #relationship headcanons #Vincent Edgeworth x reader #draco edgeworth x reader #Victor Blake x reader #fanfiction

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 years

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hey its insta link anon um about that writing request,,,

i uh i .. i have an idea

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CiYDiRKNJFp/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

so the idea is uh....

stucky as friends and they got like lotsa housemate like maybe nat, clint, wanda, etc2

and they set up doorbell camera like that for fun

but one day the cam got stucky making out (just like the one you can see in the video)

they were drunk

so the stucky part itself is like friends to lovers but in my hc buckybaby is like the shy est lil thing you could ever find so the dynamic goes with shy buck and sunshine golden retriever steeb

the next morning their housemates are like winking and making obscene joke abt the kith and buckybaby goes instantly red whereas steeb just laugh

and from then on its up to u!!

thanks for listening to my rambles,,, ilyy!!💗

Hi, sweetheart! I missed you and I hope you're doing good! <3

[link] to an Instagram video of a doorbell camera catching various people, friends, fumbling around and doing everything from pretending to pull their pants down and moon the camera to making out. Lighthearted and joking.

I love this idea!

It would be such a good long, drawn out fic. And it would be exactly as you said, friends-to-lovers and probably the type of friends-to-lovers where all of Steve and Bucky's friends - all the friends and roommates that live in the house with the doorbell camera - are trying to push them together because Steve and Bucky are entire idiots that think their crushes are unrequited when the feelings are most definitely NOT unrequited.

However, neither of them listen to everyone else, they can't bare to risk their best friend over confessions of feelings...

So these idiots just pine and pine and pine for each other, filling up a whole damn forest with all the longing looks, wistful sighs, and over-thought interactions. Until-!

Yup.

The drunken make out caught on camera.

It happens like this though-

For roommate Natasha's birthday they go out drinking all together. Except... Steve has a super low alcohol tolerance (the opposite of what you'd expect for such a big, muscle-y man lol) and Bucky doesn't enjoy drinking all that much, so when he does drink, he gets drunk quicker than someone who drinks regularly. Bucky's a bit shy, a bit reserved, and has never quite looked forward to the idea of losing complete control the way his friends that enjoy drinking have described to him over the years. So he doesn't drink much. Plus, ever since Steve's been old enough to drink, Bucky doesn't really want to drink around him, seeing as Steve, already a big golden retriever of a man, gets even cuter than normal when drunk. And who doesn't want to see the big blonde have only a few drinks and get absolutely sloshed? Giggling. Swaying on his feet. Getting all huggy. Blushing at absolutely everything. Talking too loud, too eagerly, and slurring his words. All of it is adorable. How could Bucky want to get drunk at the same time as Steve and risk forgetting a second of famously light-weight Rogers' tipsy display? That's usually how it goes. Not this time though.

This time Natasha insists that everyone at least have one drink. For her. It's her birthday, c'mon, pleeeease!

Bucky has one or two drinks, he matches Steve, knowing he won't have too many that way. He gets loose and flushed, not as effected as Steve is by the alcohol, but not untouched either.

And when nearing the end of the night, it's just Steve and Bucky together and not unintenitionally so. No, Natasha has enlisted the motivation of her birthday to make out a sure-fire plan with all her friends help to get the resident love-birds to finally confess to one another and actually get together. As more than friends. Hopefully via drunk confessions since nothing else seems to work. Or... maybe a drunk hook-up (not that they don't want it when they're sober 😏).

And how does Natasha ensure that Steve and Bucky have as much time alone when tipsy as possible? Well, it's actually really easy because-

Clint is impressively social when drunk, so he won't miss being at the home with the same people for a few hours. Instead, quickly, Clint gets himself into the middle of a circle of people (mostly ladies) that're alternately aww-ing and hysterically laughing at the colorful tales of his clumsiness; explaining what this scar is from, what caused that bruise, or what exactly is under one particular band-aid. Wanda split after an hour or so - still new to drinking as the youngest of them, barely 22 - with boyfriend Vision swinging by the bar to pick her up and take her to his own apartment where she'll spend the night. So, she won't be an issue. And Sam and Natasha have been making out in the back of the bar - squished close together in a booth - or making out the bathrooms, occupying their time. But they take a break from locking lips (or looking like they're two seconds away from it as they dance dangerously close to one another on the crowded dance floor, hands sometimes literally in each other's back pockets) to push Steve and Bucky's giggly, tipsy asses into the Uber Sam ordered when they annouced they were thinking of heading home. Earlier than Sam, Natasha, and Clint are ready to head back because both of them are grandpas that need to be in bed by 9:00 pm. They stand on the sidewalk, waving the Uber goodbye before tumbling back into the bar to dance and kiss and drink more. So, Natasha and Sam are on the same page of staying out as late as possible- give the boys space and get their party on. Clint probably won't make it home tonight in favor of a one-night-stand... so, just as planned- just as hoped Steve and Bucky are home alone for a long couple of hours.

And...

Well, nothing happens, or, Natasha doesn't think anything happens because when she and Sam stumble inside, finally home, Bucky and Steve are each in their own rooms. She knows because she goes and checks on them. Returning to Sam with a pout, telling him in a much too loud whisper that it didn't work!

Sam simply pats her on the head before drags her to their bedroom, musing out loud about how maybe they should resort to house-wide spin the bottle and rig it. Somehow. Do they make trick bottles for spin the bottle? They've got to, right? So we just get one of those and...

Additionally, Natasha doesn't think anything happens because once she's bounced back from her hangover enough to observe her roommates not through squinted eyes shaded behind her darkest sunglasses as she inhales greasy hashbrowns, Steve and Bucky are acting... normal.

Disappointedly normal.

Back to their standard weird scarily-close-but-also-avoiding-each-other dance. Close, close friends that are guarding their hearts and romantic intentions from one another. So obviously, nothing happened. Otherwise tension would've broken.

Right?

Really though-

It's not that nothing happened. It's that neither of them remember. Because, well, they were drunker than they thought. And they continue to not remember, living in blissful ignorance, until the house has a viewing party for their semi-recently purchased and installed doorbell camera! It's been a month of having it up and participating in shenanigans at the front stoop. And it's at this point that......

The footage of the drunken make out is revealed to all of them at once.

Jaws on the floor.

Sides aching from laughter.

Screams of FINALLY!

They all find out at once.

It's black-and-white, night footage of Bucky and Steve stumbling up the front steps, Steve fumbling for his keys, Bucky laughing at him for failing to get his keys then offering to get his keys out of his pocket for him, Steve telling him to do it already it's cold out here and he wants inside, and... one thing leads to another and they go from standing too close, practically cuddling against the cold while finding illusive, slippery keys, to full on making out. Grainy doorbell footage showing Bucky pressing an equally grainy Steve up against the door to their house. Grainy Steve gasps and then moans.

Actual Steve, sitting on the couch too close to Bucky, is silent but BRIGHT RED.

Natasha howls with laughter, Sam screeches right along side Wanda, shouting, turn it off! turn it off! I don't need to see this!!, and Clint does an actual real-life spit-take of his coffee watching as on video Bucky starts palming Steve through his pants. Or, no, okay, okay, good, this isn't about to be an accidental sex-tape-

Because Bucky isn't giving Steve a hand job.

No.

He's actually fishing Steve's keys from his pocket and...

Holding them up in front of Steve's stupid, love-drunk (and actually drunk) face triumphantly. And giggling, "got'em, nooow open th' door, idiot."

Steve laughs too, turning around and taking way too long to open the door. Putting keys into locks are tricky when you're drunk, okay? Then, Steve opens the door a crack and claims while looking at Bucky over his shoulder, "y-gotta giv'me a' kisss bfore y-you're allowed inside, 'kay?"

Bucky makes a grumpy noise but it's all for show. He kisses Steve on the cheek easily.

Steve grins, "'nother one?" He asks, slouched so he can look up at Bucky through his lashes.

Bucky nods, easily agreeing, "a g'night kiss."

"G'night, Buck," Steve slurs, leaning into another kiss, lips to lips, before finally letting him inside and shutting the door behind them.

And from there, Natasha knows they both just went to their rooms and crashed for the night. Not particularly juicy, not the confession with a BANG (😏) that she hoped for, but... it's still pretty damn funny. Especially when you add in the fact that they don't even remember and currently sit with their heads snapping back and forth between the TV and each other. Mouths wide open in silent shock. Faces and necks turning redder and redder still. Rubernecking. Trying to verify that that was real. That this is laid out in the open. And, to add onto the fact that their deepest secrets are out in the open- they're in the open, around their roomates and friends, and not having a very private, very romantic moment.

It doesn't take a damn SECOND after the drunken make out is off the screen and onto more night footage of Natasha and Sam rolling in from the bar for Sam to break into teasing song, "Bucky and Steve, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Bucky with a baby carriage-"

Bucky is the first to break his silence. Groaning loudly and chucking a pillow at Sam's head. Then grumbling quietly about how he is not thrilled to be mocked for the rest of his days in his own damn home as Sam catches the thrown throw pillow easily and tosses it back at Bucky mercilessly. But Steve follows quickly, not breaking with another object to throw but by laughing so damn loud that he has to slap a hand over his own mouth.

Which-

Their own reactions are foreshadowing for the rest of their lives when their friends tease them always and laugh hysterically whenever offered the chance to recount how their incredible, beautiful love story began 🤣 Via drunk making out on the front porch with Bucky all but literally tripping, falling, and landing on Steve's lips.

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #fandomfluffandfuck #asks #fluff #getting together #insta-link!anon

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b1mbodoll · 6 months

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AAAAAAA OMG DO I HAVE A LONG ASS ASK FOR YOU. MY DATE/NOT DATE HAS JUST CONCLUDED....

So a little back story - I worked with this guy this past summer and like the first time we met I alr liked him. Like he was exactly my type. Like 100%. But I'm super shy (never dated anyone, never kissed anyone, never held hands with anyone) so I never really did anything obvious that I liked him bc I was nervous. We kind of flirted (maybe) a lot near the end of the summer. We texted a lot a lot but he ended up moving up to college for his apartment earlier than expected so we never got to see eachother after our last days of work. There was lots of drama on my end surrounding that trust. Like mental anguish bc I fumbled the bag hard.

Anyways. We start school respectively (I go to school in NY and him in TX) and we don't talk that often, just snap like everyday. But as the semester goes on we reply to each other's stories and have short, friendly convos more frequently. Flashforward to like, a week ago or something. I reply to his insta story and we start talking. He finds out that I'm going home for Thanksgiving and he is to so he asks me to hang out. This is odd bc we weren't close enough as friends for me to think that he would ask to see me.

Anyways again, I'm skipping details bc otherwise I'll never finish this lmao - the date/not date was like everything else we do. Vaguely romantic but could also be friendly. He picked me, we ate dinner and then went ice skating together. He walked up to my door to get me, held open doors for me, and opened the car door to walk me back to my house after we got back. But like - no moves were made. No attempts to hold my hand or kiss me. AT ALL. But like he also complimented my butterfly hair lips like sir 😭😭 idk what you want from me.

But now I'm feeling kind of tired of 6-7 months of not knowing where we stand with eachother. So I texted him afterwards saying "Thank you so much for tonight, I loved seeing you again! Although, I did want to know if it was a date or if it really was intended as just a hangout, bc it did seem like it sometimes? Either way, I'd love to meet up with you again if we're both in town!" He then liked bith of the thank you messages and replied, we definitely should. But then he replied to the daye/not date ask with - I don't know. I'll have to think about it. He then said something about it being more than he anticipated but still good, so idk if that means that it wasn't intended as a date but became one and he enjoyed it or if he meant it as a date but I fumbled the bag (I give just as many mixed signals bc I'm an anxious coward lmao) but it still ended up okay.

HOWEVER, I AM A GENIUS, LIKE RIZZ MASTER 1000. I accidentally left something in his car so tmmr morning he's gonna drive back to drop it off (It's like an hour round trip for him). And tomorrow is the day I will stop being a bitch. I'm gonna tell him that I'm interested but that I also do genuinely enjoy him as a person so like, however he intends to meet up with ne in the future I'll be okay with that.

So yeah. Story time over 🫶🫶🫶🫶 Sorry that it's actually so long but I remember how excited you were so I wanted to let you know how it went 💗💗💗💗

IM ON MY KNEES RN STOP u r so cute and agh!!!!!! i will be needing an update with whatever happens pretty please, honey 🤲

im so ☹️☹️☹️ u guys went ice skating ☹️ that’s so so so so fucking cute!!!!!! that actually is so cute my heart cant take it ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ but no moves being mad.. 🤬 yeah i need to have a stern talking to with this man!!! what r ur intentions with my little angel, you HEATHEN!!! hehe no but srsly dont be anxious sweetheart! i know its hard n way easier said than done, but you seem so wonderful and im sure he thinks that as well! im so glad you had a good time <3

rizz master 1000 has me crying omg ur too silly 😭 but him driving AN HOUR TO GIVE U UR THINGS STOP IT my little heart is so warm :( im proud of u for messaging him and asking for clarification about what the lil hangout was! n pls u r anything BUT a bitch!!!!! ur perfect and i hope things work out well with him!

dont apologize for he length! i love anything romance so inwas looking forward to this update!!!! wishing u the best of luck with him <3 mwah

#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.sweethearts #fullsun9890

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shimmershae · 1 year

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My thoughts on the Walking Dead Series Finale, Rest in Peace.

Or did they change the title?

No matter. Spoilers ahead. So tread carefully through the lengthy landmine of my consciousness, lol.

Placing behind a cut because reasons. Oh and typos abound because it’s 3 am and I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep since this episode so.

Some general thoughts about Season 11 and TWD in general—much like the season, this is gonna be all over the place so BEWARE and read accordingly

· Carol and Daryl deserved a better ending than that.

· Except for the images of all the characters we’ve loved and the ones we’ve lost along the way saying “we’re the ones that live”? I basically hated that Richonne coda. It was too long, too detailed, and too ambitious for a show that all too frequently in its latter season dropped the ball on the little things that would have paid off big.

· I’ve lost count of how many fucking time jumps this show has taken over the span of its entire run, but I do know there have been too many. Not only that but they’re always skipping valuable character moments and arriving at their “end destination” without any build up because, yep, they skipped it. What could have been forgivable a few times turned into one of this show’s biggest liabilities.

· So many characters just disappeared with little to no explanation. Off the top of my head? Heath. Cyndie. Hell. All of Oceanside was hand waved away this season. Virgil. Like did the dude die or what? And what of Annie? Negan’s insta-wife carrying his redemption-baby? After having comparable screen time to the show’s leading lady (c’mon, you know it’s true, especially in 11A and 11B), she just vanished.

· Speaking of screen time, what in the actual fuck were TIIC thinking sidelining their leading lady, their most talented actress, the heart and soul of the whole damn show? As Carol, Melissa McBride is an incomparable actress. Absolutely phenomenal. And as one of two OGs, she should rightfully have figured very prominently in the main storyline threads this entire season, not just had her appearances sprinkled over the last 8 episodes.

· Inexplicably, it seems Carol’s screen time was “given” to Maggie so that she might have a circular argument with Negan for 2/3’s of the season and only see any real forward momentum and emotional realism in the last handful of episodes. The final episode really. Given that she has her own spinoff with Negan, it makes very little sense and made for an extremely dull first 2/3’s of the season watching them basically meep, meep like the Road Runner on a treadmill going nowhere.

· About that “heart to heart”—I cannot overstate how much it pains me to call any moment between Maggie and Negan that, especially when the pair most deserving of a bonafide heart to heart only got the skim milk version when they should have gotten the full fat, vitamin D version-- in the final episode, it was overdue and I loved that Maggie didn’t pull any punches with Negan because the man murdered her husband with more glee than most children open presents Christmas morning and that’s saying something. He can seek redemption all the day long and keep “proving” himself. But does that mean he will ever “deserve” Maggie’s forgiveness? Personally, I don’t think so and feel it is selfish to want it. Negan suffering the realization of what he cost Maggie and Hershel frankly isn’t enough, IMHO. I don’t care how much the fangirls cry about his woobie face. He’s come a long way and morphed into a character I find multi-faceted and entertaining if not wholly likable during Angela Kang’s tenure and I appreciate that. But as his exclusion from Team Family’s Thanksgiving-esque feast following their last battle proves at least to me? He’s a bad man that’s done some good things not a good man that simply lost his way because lovelies? That road was lost ten thousand detours ago.

· Random observation. Or more like questions, lol. Just who in the hell prepared that big ass feast Team Family enjoyed in the finale to the tune of Stevie Nicks’ Landslide? Who had the energy? It couldn’t have been too long after the battle because generally Walker bite victims don’t tend to linger terribly long, unless TIIC threw their usual conventions out the window with Rosita. Which, come to think of it, wouldn’t be outside the norm. They’re always changing things to suit their current needs.

· Ah, Rosita. I knew she’d been bitten soon as she fell into that sea of Walkers and the fact she didn’t have any torn or disheveled clothing was an eye-rolling moment for me. Also that she wasn’t bleeding because that, to me, suggests the bite didn’t break the skin and you know. Maybe I haven’t paid that much attention to all the various Walker bites in the past, sometimes I simply look away because of the gruesomeness of it all, but usually it takes a break in skin for infection to spread. I guess she got the Bob treatment, come to think of it.

· All that nitpicking aside, Rosita’s sendoff actually had some very lovely moments. Once I pushed back on how pissed I was that TIIC were leaving another child motherless. Were killing a WOC who had only recently enjoyed added dimension in her character and story (although…Rosita, like Carol, seemed be to relocated to the back of the class in Season 11 after having much more impactful screen time in Season 10, a far superior season). Her goodbye scenes with the people she loved, particularly Eugene, hit hard. But even those didn’t tug at my heart near as much as her trying to soak up every last second she could of her remaining time with Coco. That made me ugly cry.

· Know what made me ugly cry that I was in no way expecting? Luke’s death scene where Yumiko and Kelly and Magna and Connie were covered in his blood and their tears, sobbing as they fought futilely to save him. I don’t know. I wasn’t attached to him. I liked him well enough in the very small doses we got of him. But I didn’t actually expect to cry over him dying. Especially since we hadn’t seen him all season and he was obviously brought back to be sacrificed for a bloody death. Angel Theory, Eleanor Matsuura, Nadia Hilker, and Lauren Ridloff were very convincing in their love and grief for him.

· Carol and Daryl were no less convincing in their worry for the little Ass Kicker they both love but to be honest? Judith coming to in the nick of time and finding superheroine strength while being seemingly severely injured (I mean, she had blood coming out of her mouth) to rescue Uncle Daryl in the opening scene took me out of the moment so bad I had a hard time taking the ensuing scenes with her life being in jeopardy seriously. That and she might as well be wearing chain mail because Scott Gimple done fucked up once (and many times afterward, he’s a rambling, riddler of a perpetual fuck up) before by killing Carl and you’d hope AMC would have learned their lesson by now. I personally think not, but let’s move on from that, m’kay? I’ll address more on the Carol and Daryl front later. If I do so now, that’ll be all I talk about because I have a lot of feelings.

· Was Jules’ death a callback to Noah’s in that revolving door because it kind of felt like it?

· Sorry I’m bouncing around a lot here but these “reviews” of mine are always stream of consciousness and hey. I’m basically a human Dug, lol.

· So Daryl wakes up in that hospital bed with a massive shiner and gauze wrapped around his head. How’d he get there? Who else felt cheated by not getting to bear witness to Carol seeing her Pookie passed out cold on that hospital lobby floor alongside Judith? Who do you think she went to first? Judith or Daryl? Who helped her get them to safety? She’s the only one that has been shown to have the bare minimum of medical experience and it makes little sense she wasn’t taking lead on amputating Luke’s leg, at the very least assisting; I’m not discounting Connie’s bravery. Anybody that’s managed to survive in their world and make their disability their “superpower” would have to be, but I don’t see her taking that initiative. Assisting, yes. But holding the knife? No. Same thing with Kelly. So that part rang a little false for me but whatever. Anyway. Don’t you love how we have all these time skips and scene cuts that skip the parts we’re always curious about? Just me then? Okay.

· I can’t be the only person distracted by the increasing visibility of Norman Reedus’s real life tats. I mean. Daryl keeps having all this ink showing up, continuity be damned.

· Carol stroking Judith’s hair while she’s lying on that stretcher makes me wish we’d gotten more scenes of the two of them together. Maybe one where Judith, missing her mom, asked Aunt Carol to brush her hair at bedtime. Maybe even braid it. I mean, they established in one of the earlier eps Carol had been taking care of the kids in Daryl’s absence. They definitely could have spared a minute or two giving us a heartwarming scene like that to show a few things—how much Carol loves Judith despite trying to keep her somewhat at arms’ length, how very much she still misses Sophia, and where she was sleeping in Daryl’s apartment when he wasn’t there and if she and Dog were still missing him and sharing cuddles. 😉

· They really missed the boat big time not having Carol help Siddiq in the infirmary at Alexandria. I mean, sometimes I felt like they were hinting at it. Remember when Siddiq called Carol on the radio for Ezekiel and Dante answered? He was like “she’s right here.” I’ll forgive them not doing more with that though because Season 10 was chockful of Carol and she had so much going on. I didn’t feel the need to fix-it fic her into the fold because she was quite literally the fabric of the whole season but again. Let’s not dwell on that because feelings. I got lots of them.

· Mercer’s reunion with Princess was cute. She scaled that big man like a Sequoia, lol. It reminded me of how much I loved the idea of them earlier in the season. I really hate they got the fast-forward insta-couple treatment thanks to those oh-so-lovely time jumps and scene cuts because their courtship would have been something else. Literally so much of Maggie and Negan’s storyline could have been skipped over in favor of them and it wouldn’t have made a damn bit of difference other than the audience actually being more entertained and less exasperated.

· Okay though. I have to wonder two things about how the fuck Lydia and Aaron came to be back at the Commonwealth. How in the world did Lydia manage to stay upright much less walk with as much blood loss as she sustained? Also? That blood loss had to have her smelling like a Happy Meal to those Walkers. I mean, logic says so anyway, but I guess we all know logic doesn’t live here in this place.

· Rosita finding and rescuing Coco and there being a baby each for her, Eugene, and Father Gabriel made me laugh, not gonna lie.

· The callback to Shane blocking Rick’s door with the stretcher was a nice touch.

· Come on. Am I the only one LMAO at the obvious doll legs and feet in those shots of Eugene and Father Gabriel climbing that pipe? I mean, it was definitely distracting. Again, I ask how the fuck a Walker bit through the thick material of Rosita’s hoodie. It’s not like those assholes have shark teeth. Oh well, abandoning all measures of believability, I enjoyed how much of a fight Rosita put up and was inwardly cheering her on even as I had to refrain from rolling my eyes.

· We were robbed of witnessing Carol and Daryl’s reaction to seeing Lydia. Robbed, I tell you. Then again, we’ve been straight up pick pocketed all season.

· Negan looking concerned for Judith and flanking Lydia was an obvious blink and you miss it ploy to remind us he’s not all bad and it worked a tiny smidgen because JDM’s a softie with kids.

· I love that Aaron has come around where Lydia’s concerned. She’s a sweetheart of a kid that deserves all the love and Aaron has a lot of love to give at his core and experience with the situation she’s now in but dammit. Carol was right there and Melissa and Cassady would have literally brought us to our knees with nothing more than another tearful hug to mirror their last embrace. Why AMC? Why?

· Gimple’s version of Negan could never. That apology was a long damn time coming. Long damn time.

· Finally, I don’t feel resentment towards Eugene’s scenes this episode. Like for so very much of this season, Eugene and Maggie have been Pac-Man and Ms. Pac-Man, gobbling up all the airtime with stories we felt no emotional connection to or were just tired of hearing about because nothing novel happened but in this episode? They were stripped down to the heart of the matter. Somewhere along the way I fell a little bit in love with Eugene’s friendship with Rosita. I never expected to. There was an ick/cringe factor in the very early days. That changed about the time Rosita firmly friend-zoned him. I felt sympathy for the guy then even as I cheered Rosita on for saying the words he needed to hear. So him sussing out the truth of Rosita being bitten and her reaction to that? It broke my heart more than I ever thought it would. Their “I love you’s” were sweet and made me tear up and they were shaded so much differently than another pair of “I love you’s” that touched a nerve with a certain faction of fandom. I bet you can all guess who I’m talking about without my naming names. 😉. I mean, it’s not the first time the two relationships have been in direct juxtaposition with each other, demonstrating the true differences between platonic and romantic love.

· The silent look that passed between Daryl and Carol as they sat vigil at Judith’s beside was intense and full of all the things they’ve never dared speak between them. No two do it better than Melissa McBride and Norman Reedus and that’s 100% fact. That said, the time for their long, long, long overdue “heart to heart” should have been right there in that very moment. Or at least the beginning of it. Because all that chilly distance Daryl’s been keeping between them all season melted with that look at her. He already knew his feelings. He tried to tell her then show her why it wasn’t like that before the cave in. And being faced again with the fragility and brevity of the one life they’re given? It just seemed like the perfect time for confessions to be made, even if they were in the form of a simple “I can’t lose you” echoed back to Carol this time. For apologies to be spoken and accepted. But the lazy AMC scribes relied on the power and magic of Melissa and Norman’s chemistry to do all the work for them like they have basically all season and seriously. Fuck that. Those intense gazes have lit me on fire each and every time all season but goddammit. We’re past time for words here. They’re the OGs. The OG ship. The ship to end all ships on TWD whether some people want to admit it or not. The least they warrant is an actual honest conversation where they stop dancing around the hot pink elephant in the room—they are in fucking love, your honor. Anyway. Let me nudge these thoughts along before I write ten more pages about that.

· Carol’s stroking Judith’s hair again and I can’t help feeling that the walls she’d erected around her heart to protect herself after losing Lizzie/Mika/Carl/Henry started melting like an ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day because she hasn’t been shown to be that tactile with Judith since the Grove. In that respect, what comes later, her staying to help care for the kids, isn’t as much a WTF moment as it could have been.

· The ensuing moment, however? Judith’s comment to Daryl—“Sorry I didn’t tell you before. I was scared that you would leave, too” and Daryl’s response of “I’m right here” definitely adds to the WTFuckery of Daryl’s ultimate exit.

· Ezekiel’s pontificating is an obvious setup for what comes next for him. And like, it’s been obvious all season. But I will say this. I personally resent the fuck out of him leapfrogging Mercer, a figure that’s already been established to have celebrity status with the people of the Commonwealth, someone that’s been there since the beginning, and having a leadership position. Their positions should have been switched but again. Logic has no rightful home in this place.

· It’s the small things. Carol and Daryl barely letting each other out of sight the whole episode makes my heart sing.

· Father Gabriel letting the people inside the walls, especially after the way he was introduced, really makes it strike home how much he’s changed.

· There would have been something poetic about Walker Lance ending Pamela, not gonna lie. But then we wouldn’t have gotten Carol being Queen of Sass with her so.

· Okay. The scene where they’re trying to corral all the Walkers to end them should leave me with more than the thought of “Wow, what a waste of all that fuel, it’s not like there’s an endless supply.” It was anticlimactic but whatever. I’m not here for the fights or explosions or the damn zombies. They could have mentioned it in a line of dialogue and I would have been largely satisfied at this point because we’ve lost so much time this season with so many characters. Carol was criminally underutilized until 11C. I’ll never forgive TIIC for that. Ever.

· “We already had to make an ugly decision. Kept you alive.” LMAO, I love it when Carol’s a savage queen. “…At least we don’t have to worry about who gets your house.”

· Glenn was beautiful, Maggie. So beautiful. I still miss my baby.

· The scene between Maggie and Negan where she tells him she can’t forgive him? It is literally the best scene Maggie has had all season. I don’t want to remember Glenn like that either.

· Who cooked a Thanksgiving feast? Who?

· Eugene watching Rosita with Coco. Mercer and Princess cuddled up. Carol smiling and laughing. Dog. All to the tune of Landslide. My heart is so full.

· Rosita watching it all and confessing to Father Gabriel about being bitten with Judith noticing had me teary again and I’ve always been in the WTF camp with Rosita and Gabriel. Cailey’s little face, though. The child has a bright future.

· Carol and Maggie helping Rosita to bed and saying their goodbyes. The way Rosita seemed to squeeze Carol a little extra hard. I mean, everybody seems to just sink into a Carol hug and I’m pretty sure that’s all thanks to Melissa. Wouldn’t you? I know I would.

· “We’ll see you again someday.” When Father Gabe said that to Rosita, I let out a little sob and I never liked them as a ship. I was full on crying when Rosita told Eugene she was glad it was him with her in the end.

· Another fucking time jump. When will they ever end?

· Eugene and Max naming their baby Rosie was a sweet touch.

· I still can’t get over them making Ezekiel Governor instead of second in command to Mercer.

· Sounds like Daryl and Connie only see each other when he visits the different communities. I have many words for that but I won’t say them, lol.

· Lydia looks happy. She deserves it.

· Negan giving Judith her compass back—I’d honestly forgotten she gave it to him, it feels like forever ago. So I’m guessing he finally left like Carol tried to get him to when Maggie first returned. That’s what I got out of that scene anyway.

· They didn’t show us the whole memorial wall so all I can see is what looks like NIE, but I’m guessing Annie and the baby didn’t make it. Which is honestly too bad. In spite of her convenient insta-existence, I liked her.

· So. This time jump starts at the Commonwealth, goes to Alexandria where we see Carol with her beautiful short curls and the kids are there. The way Gracie greets Judith makes it plain Judith and RJ aren’t at Alexandria anymore. Carol’s little running hug of Aaron is adorable. Lydia and Elijah seem to go back and forth between the communities. Carol and Daryl, too, as evidenced by them traveling from Alexandria to Hilltop. Sorry for the run-on, thinking out loud commentary, lol. I’m just trying to piece everything together.

· Oh my heart. There’s no longer distance or the symbolism of distance between Carol and Daryl. They’re on the same side of the river, literally side by side. I mean, they’ve been that way the whole episode but this is different and you all know why.

· Can’t help being a little resentful of Maggie’s talk about the future that leads Daryl away from Carol’s side. Because ugh. All that talk of “we have a future” and him spending chunks of it away from her. Ugh. Did I say that already? I don’t care.

· Carol saying it’s a beautiful day to head out and Daryl looking right at her as he agrees. I’m crying.

· Nowhere in the fuck of ever has Carol expressed any interest in having Hornsby’s job so fuck whoever decided to retcon that into the narrative.

· “It’s not like we’ve never gonna see each other again.” But can you promise that, Daryl? Can you? Tomorrow isn’t promised. The world is shit sometimes. I hate TIIC for separating them and for why? Why? I know why, spinoff reasons, but narratively why? Make it make sense. You cannot. It’s not like he’s going out to look for Rick and Michonne because a year has passed and it’s apparent he hasn’t ventured all that much further than their established communities. He’s been out “in the frontier” but not so far out that he and Carol and the kids don’t have regular contact.

· So. They left Hilltop and went back to the Commonwealth? Did Carol ride home with him on his bike? Did the kids take a wagon or train? Somebody explain this to me like I’m 5 years old, please. I can’t help thinking she clung to him on the bike ride home, neither one of them really talking about what Maggie proposed because they didn’t want goodbye to be even closer and then they had that emotional talk by the river and oh my heart. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

· They’re beautiful. I love them. Now and forever.

· So what? Are the kids staying with Ezekiel now? Aunt Carol? I’m a little lost.

· Judith promising to keep an eye on Dog and Daryl having her promise to keep an eye on Carol. He loves her so much. It’s almost like…you know what? I swear to god if they went canon off-screen and had their first kiss and everything but exchanged those three words…

· Judith looking at Aunt Carol while telling Daryl he deserves a happy ending too is obviously a subtlety lost on a certain faction of shippers and I cannot fathom why because it is so very loud, lol.

· The fact that Judith called him Daryl instead of Uncle Daryl makes me think he’s still involved in their lives and loves them very much but he’s not involved in their everyday lives and he’s distancing himself from them. Then again, it could just be that Judith’s growing up because Cailey has grown so very much since she first started the show.

· Speaking of growing up, dwell on this little nugget. Daryl’s been in Judith’s life from the start. Rick was only there for maybe the first 3 years. Like the man has missed the entirety of RJ’s life and the majority of Judith’s and then they had Michonne leave them basically searching for a needle in a haystack, no guarantee she’d ever find him or make it back to them, and now she’s missed what? Almost 2 years of those babies’ lives? I know the storyline was steered a certain way because of Danai’s exit from the show but it will never sit well with me that a woman, fictional though she may be, would ever leave her children to go on a search that might lead to absolutely nothing in such a dangerous world. Especially with her history of losing Andre. By the time Michonne (and Rick) makes it back, those kids could be half grown and that’s sad AF.

· That hug between Ezekiel and Daryl was a weird touch but hey. Maybe they’ve made their peace with each other and their respective places in Carol’s life.

· I mean, Ezekiel took those kids with him to give Daryl some privacy saying goodbye to her so.

· Carol waiting by Daryl’s bike. 😊 ☹. She’s never shied away from showing Daryl affection in the past. Pre the Prison falling. She’s been more reticent and careful since then unless they’ve embraced. Then she’s clung to him like a lifeline she never wants to let go of. The way she fusses over him and his poncho seems domestic AF and like something a wife would do. Plus, it’s giving her a reason not to look directly into his eyes because she doesn’t want to risk falling apart like she did a little bit at the riverside. Honestly it feels like she’s trying desperately not to ask him to stay. With her.

· Daryl telling Carol he loves her is a huge deal. HUGE. Carol saying it back to him is just as big because Lizzie is the only person we’ve ever heard her say it to. And look. I think she is trying to inject some lightness into a heavy moment because despite what she said to him while they were sitting on that bench? She doesn’t want him to go. He doesn’t want to leave her. He looks like he wants to change her mind before he rides off. She wants to make it easier for him and I want to die.

· I don’t think anything will ever hurt me as bad as watching him ride off without her. FUCK AMC for that. Because it didn’t have to be that way, solo spinoff or not. They could have still left together. They could have shared those “I love you’s” and a kiss 12 years in the making. If this episode wasn’t a springboard for the spinoffs like Gimple claimed it wasn’t? Why not give us and them the whole enchilada? It’s been more than earned. They could have gone all in on them, finally made clear that they were IN LOVE, had them leave TOGETHER, and then cut to a shot where Daryl wakes up somewhere by himself and calls out her name or vice versa. Same result. Still painful AF to think of them spending any time apart. But not without hope because they weren’t separated willingly or by some asinine reason that wasn’t even explicitly spoken. But I guess we all know why AMC didn’t do that, don’t we?

· UGGGGGGHHHHHHHH.

· I’m not going to say too much about that coda. It was bad. The clips of dearly departed characters, though. The clips of all the people they and we loved and them saying “we’re the ones that live”? Those parts struck a chord and made my heart swell with remembered love for this show. They’re the parts that gave me chills. The other parts were dramatic but meh. Otherwise, I think having Rick’s voice crackle over a walkie talkie or just getting a glimpse of his silhouette or even having him wake up in a hospital bed again a la the very first episode would have been much more effective and not locked them into anything so far as the spinoff goes or given too much away. But that’s just me. Your mileage may very well vary. I did find it fitting it ending with that shot of Judith and RJ. So there’s that.

· Anywho. Those are just some of my thoughts and there’s a lot of them but this is just the tip of the iceberg. I won’t bore you with anymore tonight, lol. Er, this morning. Happy Thanksgiving, lovelies. I’m headed to catch a few hours’ sleep.

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Author note: First off! love that this is an old-school Show you’re requesting. I had no idea it had so many seasons/movies! That being Said. your character i couldn't find any youtube videos of him. So I had to ring it. (I could Only find the first episode for free.) So that being Said. I had to Guess ALOT! Because I have No idea how fairies are hanging out with mermaids in the ocean lol I saw the evil three fairies. had some sort of magic around them to breathe. so im guessing that’s how the other did it too? if not. Sorry. ENJOY! this is Short, and Im sorry it took so long but I had incredibly hard time writing this one. Sorry

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it's never good when Blossom, Flora, and Stella round you up. unexpectedly one morning to go on an "adventure" the last time they did that. you almost got suffocated by Fire. which. Is completely ironic since you a fire fairy and you have been able to control fire since you were four. but somehow your bestie Blossom screwed up and you swallowed a fireball. it was the first time you ever did that. and it gave you wicked heartburn for a week.

you were just glad that they were Plotting an adventure doing something fun. Vs what they have been trying to do for weeks. and that is to set you up with a guy.

you weren't against the idea of having a boyfriend. you loved seeing how all your friends were secretly madly in love. But you- you just Never met anyone in college that made your head turn twice. Or made your heart beat fast. The guys were great. but you prefer to focus on your studies and helping your friends and learning to be a guardian. Boys.. boys were just a great distraction that you didn't think about much. Stella thought your standers were far too high because you read too many human books about Love. and that your ideal Match was Mr. Tinley from Northanger Abbey a Jane Austen charater. who was Best friend turned lover. which made the girls worried since you were friends with all thier boyfriends. but Flora mentioned how you thought Jace Lightwood was attractive. then she did research and realized.. another fictional charater and the girls realized your head was far to burried in the books of fiction and Romance to Notice or Care about Living breathing boys.

Which then Lead Flora to gather intell on your favorite fictional Crushes and compared them to real life people. a few were put on until Stella infromed her they were taken. out of 15. only one made stayed on the list after the girls did per interview trying to figure out if they were good enough for you.. Nereus . s a triton. He is the son of Neptune, the King of the Seas on Andros and of Ligea, Queen of mermaids. Which Only got him taken off the list due to pracitality but Flora said they should just try. and that lead to them. taken you to the ocean and using a magical Spell to Breath freely underwater.

Traveling to the mermaids kingdom was fun. You wanted to be a marine biologists your life you been obsessed with Whales. Which your mom always teases you about due to the fact you were terrified of things bigger then you. You were uneasy near horses. You loved elphants. But jn person they terrified you so you loving whales was funny.

That being said you never seen a large fish , the biggest fish you seen was a pike. You kept being side tracked on the journey by stopping every few feet to check out the sea life. Your friends kept having to swim back and drag you along. Flora was gleeful seeing your reaction to the underwater life. The happier you were the better you would be to Nereus.

It was all going to her masterful plan. Once arriving to the kingdom, your excitement was melting away. The formalities of visiting the kingdom was boring. You wanted to see a whale. And you can't see a whale in a kingdom.

Nereus wanted to do anything but greet the guests coming in. He had official business to do and greeting princesses were the last thing he wanted to do. Seeing the fairies swimming in he noticed you instantly. You were looking everywhere but at the castle or him. Nereus eyes lit up when your glance looked over at him. He felt as if you just pouched im in the gut, he never knew someone’s Y/E/C could sparkle so brightly as yours did. Flora introduced you to Nereus as you were polite and noticed the Handsome Mermaid Prince as you pulled on Stella’s arm after the greetings as you said you and Stella were going to find a whale. Nereus was left speechless as you Dragged Stella into the big open blue and waited. you weren’t sure if you would see a Whale. but you figured they are in the open blue vs the Castle.

you swam a bit as Stella spoke, “Prince Nereus is handsome.”

you nodded your head weakly, “Yea- he is. Oh, I wished I could of done research before we got here to see if Whales were even here this time of year.”

“I’m sure Nereus could have answered that.. if you didn’t drag me away!”

you looked at Stella as you realized. He- or any of the mermaids you passed. You could have answered that question you’ve been pondering all day. “well, I got too excited about seeing a Whale, but I didn’t. I didn’t think.. should we go back?”

Stella was about to suggest it till Flora and Nereus came swimming over as Flora asked how the Whale watching was going.

“Are they even here during this time of year?” you asked Nereus whose entire body shot with electricity hearing your voice. he never heard a more divine voice than yours. you looked at him curiously waiting for a response as Flora nudged him hard with her elbow as he spoke, ‘Yes. yes, they are. I can take you to a spot?” you smiled brightly nodding your head and saying sure as he swam over to you as he escorted you away. Stella and the girls stayed behind giving you one on one time.

“you think she will like him?”

“I dont know- she’s pretty dense- and I had no idea she had such a love for Whales.. could be 50 /50″

the girls sighed heavily at that.. only time will tell

@rachelcarroll1819 I tried sorry

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