#is he still in the fuckboi era?

[sincericida]

Anon asked:

Anon sent me a ask, and I decided to keep that part, and answer it.

I was completely dizzy with ¾ the body of the message 🤣 but let's go, I’ll answer your question about our dear Andrew:

Yeah, I saw it about him keep walking by Raya👀 Idk, he and Kate might be in a non-monogamous relationship. Or, this may be a similar situation to that with Olivia (whom he kissed on the doorstep), where the fan base was taking the "relationship" seriously, when he himself was not taking it.

So it might be another one of his casual fucks that he’s not making the slightest issue of keeping hidden - he may still be in his fuckboi era. And she might be capitalizing on that, since her name is now in many places - maybe not the way she’d like.

Yeah, we who like him, we care, because at the end of the day, after Emma we never saw him in a solid relationship again.

Maybe he doesn’t know exactly what he wants. Maybe he really is a bit lost, but who has never been at a crossroads in his life? Who has never felt in doubt? Only those who are not alive are not lost in life. And that goes for everyone - no matter who you are or how much money and influence - when putting your head on the pillow, we all have doubts about what to do, which way to go, if we're right.

We can only hope that he will be fine, and that he will be made yourself happy.

#my thoughts #ask box #ask anon #i kept your question because i found it pertinent #andrew garfield #relationships #kate tomas #luxury witch #fuckboi #is he still in the fuckboi era? #ask response

[florencewellch]

yooooo jake are you watching 911 👀

2 episodes in!

#or maybe 3rd episode in... its that one where the 911 line operator asked out buck and he turned it down bc he said he likes her too much #and he's still on his fuckboy era #asks #rae

[malkaviian]

i tried to imagine an interaction between the two ocs i have the most brainrot over (so chase and maverick) but they wouldnt have that much convo ksnfkjsdnfjs

#oc talk #chase: ah man i would like to start doing scarification alongside tattoos maybe. but i dont know how to start #mav; suddenly: you can practice on me as much as you want! how deep the cuts go; how big they are; whatever. im your test subject! #chase: ... go away you fucking weirdo #tbf tho; i dont think mav would like to get permanent scars from anyone but the current person hes obsessed with; not even himself #he already has a few from roxy; and would love to get some from samael. and honestly the thought of him getting obsessed with chase #is really funny to me. i dont think hes the type of guy mav would be interested in; and chase would absolutely try to shoo him away #if he even shows the slightest bit of interest on him. first; caspian. second; hes also not of his tastes. maybe for an one-night stand #if he was still in his fuckboy era and single; but thats still a 'maybe'. so nothing will ever happen #except chase feeling extremely annoyed by him. although; the only thing theyre compatible in is that chase's a sadist and mav's a masochist #so they can do as much painplay as they want. but i feel like mav would eventually demand from him to get even rougher #and it will reach a point where he feels kinda uncomfortable. hes a sadist but not to the extent mav would like #so the previous compatibility would turn into incompatibility again ksjfnjdnsj #thats it thats the post #nsft

[fanficsdumpomg]

Brozone NSFW Headcannons (Fem!Reader) (Male!Reader for Floyd)

John Dory:

*Okay, John Dory during his band days probably didn't have much experience because he was so focused on making Brozone perfect, probably a couple flings here and there.

*John Dory now is like a sad little pet who hasn't been touched in 15+ years. I mean c'mon people man spent the last decade and a half alone in the wilderness with only his pet armadillo. Man's going to be pathetic and whiney.

*John Dory gives me total switch vibes, can go from dom to sub in an instant when he bottoms out

"Fuuucckk....baby...please touch me... kiss me.. just do something, don't torture me.."

*Noisy, noisy, and whiny old man. Whines during foreplay and whines during sex

*John strikes me as a total ass and thigh man, he loves to constantly have his hand on one of those two things. Out on a dinner date? The hand is on your upper thigh. At a party? The hand is on your ass. Basically, anywhere y'all go no matter if it's public or private he will be feeling you up.

*Please, please sit on his face; the man wants you to crush him while he eats you out.

*And speaking of ass, John Dory loves to give you those surprise spanks during the day. For the life of him, he cannot keep his hands off of you and y'all usually end up in a play tackle fight which ends in him manhandling you more.

*John Dory also strikes me as the type to love marking you up and you marking him up. Hickies, yes! Scratches on his back, double yes! Wants to feel you and have you feel him the next day.

*Fav positions: Face-off, 69, Downward doggy and Standing Missionary.

*John Dory's turn-ons? Kissing him all over his face, challenging him (bringing out his competitive side), and playing with his hair. Honestly, you could breathe on this man, and he would be ready, he just loves you so much!

*John Dory's other Kink's/Fetishes include, A scent kink (receiving and giving), outdoor/public sex, praise kink (please tell him he's a good boy), overstimulation and voyeurism (likes to watch you touch yourself).

John Dory's cock is definitely above average, his normal size is around 5.5 inches and when hard it is 6 inches. John probably had better grooming habits during his brozone era but post brozone does not groom down there so it is hairy.

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Bruce: (Spruce)

*Bruce during the Band days was probably a serious womanizer/fuckboy

*Gives me soft Dom vibes, specifically daddy dom vibes.

*Bruce is a big tease, loves to tease you during sex and during your guy's day to day too.

*"Don’t work too hard, baby. I want you to have plenty of energy for me later."

*Kind of a perv too, asks you to get something from a low cabinet and when you bend over, he loves to press his bulge against you.

*"That's right,Baby Girl; cum on Daddy's cock!"

*Bruce is a big man himself, so he loves chubbier people. Loves having more to touch and feel during your more intimate and affectionate times.

*Bruce has a serious breeding kink, wants to have as many children as possible with you and recreate the family he lost when brozone disbanded. if you can't have kids for any reason, that's fine; he's still going to cum inside you every chance he gets.

*Bruce loves his partners chest, total tits man. Loves to come up behind you during the day and grope you teasingly to get you turned on. Also loves to play with your chest during, sex; it's a big part of his foreplay. Loves to pinch, bite and mark up your chest.

*Total Munch Vibes ✨, I mean have you seen the man eat? He’ll eat you out so good.

*Bruce is a mix between quiet and loud, definitely a moaner though. Mixes between moans and groans during sex

*Fav Positions: Pretzel dip, spooning, reclined butterfly and mating press.

*Loves when you touch his hair between running your fingers through it, pulling it or stylizing him; the man will be putty in your arms.

*Another one of Bruce's turn ons include strategically placed kisses. Kissing him on the back of his neck, ear or wrist will make the man go feral and pounce you in an instant.

Bruce's other Kinks/Fetishes include Edging (likes to make you work for it), Food Play (Man loves to eat, and what better way to combine his two favorite things) and Overstimulation (likes to give you as many orgasms as possible after edging you for a period of time).

*I head cannon that Bruce is the smallest of his bros but the thickest. Standing at a 4.8 with a thick head. Has good grooming habits and shaves down there when he can.

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Clay:

*Clay in mind is a strict dom. Because he had to be the "fun one" during brozone he likes having control over his personal life now.

*Clay strikes me as an ass man, when you're a brat loves to spank/paddle you as a punishment.

*"Excuse me? Do I have to take you over my knee to show you how to behave, little girl?"

*Since I head cannon that he’s an ass man, he would probably love anal

*As much as he pretends that he hates when you act out, secretly he loves when you're a brat; loves having that feeling of control over you and giving out your punishments.

*Super quiet during sex, does not make any noise.

*You work with clay doing administrative duties. Clay loves to put a vibrator inside you and deny your orgasm until you finish paperwork. He also sits you on his lap while you work and whispers teasing remarks and gropes you while you work. You'll be a crying, pathetic mess during but the reward is so sweet.

*While Clay is a strict dom, he's not a mean dom; if you follow his rules and are a good girl you will get rewarded by getting the most mind-blowing orgasms.

*"You're already that wet? God you're pathetic."

*Big degrader, loves to watch you cry from his mean words.

*Loves to Give and Receive Oral. Big head pusher when you give him oral and a big tease when he gives you oral.

*Clay's turn ons also include Light touches (Brushing up against him in public and private), Kissing (Those slow kisses that turn passionate and rough), and playing with his hair.

*Clay's Kinks include Bondage (Loves to tie you up/immobilize you during sex), Roleplaying, Gagging (Will Gag you if you get too mouthy or loud), and Edging (controls when and how you will get your orgasms)

*Clay is a grower, 4.5 flaccid and 5 inches hard. Definitely nicely groomed and shaved weekly.

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Floyd:

*Floyd is the sensitive one of the group so I imagine he's a switch sub leaning.

*Big whiney crybaby, will cry for you to touch him and will cry during sex.

"*Gasp*, Please... don't stop"

*Floyd loves all of his partner, but his favorite part would his partners hands touching, groping and manhandling him.

*Loves to be bitten, wants to feel like he belongs so biting and marking him up to show that he's yours is a given.

*Loves to be tied up/restrained in any way possible. Tying his arms up, tying his legs together is 100% okay in his book. Also loves some sensory deprivation when being tied up.

*Even if he is doming you, you're still in some sort of control albeit riding him or being a power bottom.

*When doming he loves to be sensual; praise you, kiss you and touch you all over.

*"You...feel..so..good" You...are so...pretty, I'm so lucky to have you"

* Floyds also likes to be praised when he subs, wants to know how much you love every part of him.

*Prefers to give oral rather than receive it.

*Fav Positions: The Bicycle, Missionary and The Hot Seat

*Floyd's turn ons also include, playing with his hair (please pull his hair, he will be putty in your hands), when you lightly and teasingly touch him on the back of his neck, and when you lovingly gaze at him for long periods of time.

*Floyd’s other kinks include Melolagnia (loves listening to you sing and loves to perform duets with you.), and piercings (this is the emo in him but he totally finds piercings hot)

*Floyd is def a shower, he remains at 5 inches flaccid and hard. Probably the cleanest and best groomer of all his brothers.

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Branch:

*Branch is a total Dom, goes from Soft Dom ✨ to Rough Dom.

*Possessive Sex is a must with this man, he has been alone for so long and when the two of you get together he gets insanely possessive/jealous all the time.

“You’re Mine….” “No one else can have you…”

*Honestly gives me Soft!Yandere Vibes and Trolls 1 Branch probably considered locking you up in his bunker so you’d be safe from the world.

*Loves to mark you up! Bite marks, hickies and scratch marks will go anywhere and everywhere on your body. Wants everyone to know who you belong too

“Branch loves every part of his partner which ties into his marking kink. Will touch, grope, spank and bite every part of you.

“Branch loves to praise be praised, praise him during the day on his building skills or on his intelligence and the man will go feral for you.

*Prefers to give oral, he doesn’t mind receiving he just like seeing you shiver and moan while he eats you out.

*When praising you, Branch loves to tell you how smart/pretty/good you are.

*”So pretty…I love you so much…you’re so good for me…”.

*Big Man-handler, will throw you around during sex like you way nothing.

*He loves to be in control during sex. Will control pace, tempo and speed.

*Loves to restrain you during sex, tying up your arms, legs, etc. Likes to see you at his mercy.

*Branch’s turn ons include, seeing his partner making intelligent decisions, soft kisses in passing and spending quality time together (you could’ve hung out with your friend but you choose to spend time with him? Mans in love)

*Fav Positions: Seated Scissors, Cowgirl and Reverse Cowgirl and the Lazy man.

*Branch would also have a smidge of breeding kink, he’s looking to recreate that family connection he lost when brozone disbanded, also that would cement the idea that you are his forever. If you can’t have kids that’s okay, you can adopt and he still likes to play out the fantasy in his mind and comes inside you during sex.

*Loves having his ears nibbled on, guaranteed way to instantly turn him on.

*Just like his favorite bro, branch is into Melolagnia. Loves hearing your voice and gets majorly turned on after singing with you; it’s like and adrenaline rush for him.

*I head cannon Branch is the biggest and thickest out of all the brothers. Dude is a grower with a 5.5 inch flaccid and a 6.5 inch hard. Has a thick base that hits you in all the right places ✨. Branch has good grooming habits but does not shave.

#trolls x reader #trolls x reader smut #brozone x reader

[partycatty]

johnny cage > character development

reader dating johnny as he trains at wu shi academy and visits outworld

notes: i was inspired by that one fanart of johnny cage inspired by myspace era tom hardy

masterlist <3

•johnny cage sending you stupid fuckboy selfies while he's away at the wu shi academy training to be a champion (he hasn't been thru his character arc yet, he's still johnny "can't cut back" cage)

•he'd pull up his undershirt with his teeth and expose his midsection, looking into the camera with that trademark grin and wink combo that sends his fans to the moon

•sends u update pics on his build, sure, he was built before but his muscles came in even more defined with the excessive training the monks put him through

•would send you every. fucking. photo and video this man takes. ipad baby could not put that damn thing away in chapter 3 good LORD.

•"babe look" and it's a man you've never seen harnessing the power of lightning. what.

•whispered phone sex since he's in a shared room

•send you texts like "missin u like crazy rn" and "cravin that sweet ass rbn"

•of course you roll your eyes at your boyfriend's ridiculousness but you also hope he goes through a genuine development in his life. god knows he needs it.

•and when he finally returns, there's a new spark in his eye. a new, mature sparkle. he tells you about liu kang, outworld, the hourglass, kenshi, kung lao, raiden, the tarkatans, and the lin kuei. he sounds happier. he sounds inspired. and before long, he's running out of the room to make frantic phone calls about a new franchise pitch: mortal kombat.

#quick silly blurb since this man's arc isn't talked about enough #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader

[yoru-no-seiiki]

YANDERE ! EREN JAEGER X READER HEADCANNONS

TW/CW: mdni, yandere themes, masturbation.

Have some headcannons while I wait for my henna to dry/watch the first season with my cousin.

I wish there were more who wrote for Canon! Eren. Like don’t get me wrong, Modern AU Eren is hot but I mean, fuckboys can be seen everywhere.

But Canon! Eren is batshit insane and that’s exactly what I love about him. I wish they at least add that to his modern counterpart instead of making him a basic bad boy but I mean if that’s what they’re into 🤷‍♂️

Anyways Exhibit A of why Eren in all eras is my fave AOT character:

Like I said, he’s batshit insane.

He has directly killed 2 people by the age of nine, and assisted in killing the third. Although this is out of self defense it still can’t be denied HOW HE TReateD THE SECOND DUDE HOLY SHIT- THE AMOUNT OF TIMES HE STABBED HIM.

Normal kids would just be terrified, maybe be even fight blinding and/or cry, probably even run tf away. But ya boi brought a knife and even deceived the person at the door.

EXHIBIT B:

He’d be a great yandere.

Let’s say that we age up our cast and make 18 the minimum age of enlistment (making him 21 around the attack of Trost).

Trainee Eren has the will of fucking steel. He’ll do whatever it takes to wipe out titan-kind, to make the cruel world he lived in finally know true peace.

To be with you in that new world he’ll build.

You were one of his fellow trainees. Someone who unconditionally believed and supported his desire to see the outside world. You didn’t treat him like a child as Mikasa did, and you weren’t so oddly distant when it came to his help and presence like Armin.

At first it started as a crush. An infatuation towards your looks and kind demeanor which morphed into a twisted sense of love.

You were the only one that understood him, that resonated with his wavelength.

He definitely frequently masturbated to your image. Stress was a known issue amongst trainees and soldiers alike. Many drank to rid themselves of such a problem. But to him just the thought of you two becoming one gave him relief and pleasure that any form of alcohol could never give. In the aftermath of the Trost incident, when faced with your unconscious, battered body he pulls a Shinji and jerks one off. Covering you with his release.

You think you’ll leave his mind once he gets busy with being a titan-shifter and the future of Eldia and such but nope.

Eren only has you and the new world he promised in his heart, body and soul. And that’ll never change.

EXHIBIT C:

Eren believes in freedom first and foremost.

So none of that kidnapping. At least in earlier years. He just wants you to be happy and safe. He’s more of the type to hurt others for your sake rather than be abusive and take away your rights.

Eren in later seasons has the capacity to keep you isolated, and that he will.

Like in other (unfortunately rare) fics of him, he keeps you in a farm land with a bunch of loyalists. If reader is afab! or has the ability to bear a child (for those with abo ocs or something idk) he’ll tell them that you are bearing his child and the future inheritor of his powers.

Otherwise he’ll come up with other excuses like having you as a tactician or war-hero they have to pay respects to.

He’ll give you as much freedom as he can provide while keeping you away from danger.

Though one might argue that his version of freedom for you is just an illusion.

#yandere #eren #aot x reader #eren x reader #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere fic #yandere x you #yandere eren x reader #eren jaeger #eren yaeger #yandere eren jaeger x reader #snk x reader #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #yandere aot x reader #yandere snk x reader

[heartsteellerr]

Kayn w/ idol reader who has a cute style

Request; Heartsteel Kayn with an idol reader who has a really cute style (think older Twice, recent Kep1er) Content; Fluff Warnings; Non-established relationship to Established relationship, GN reader, somewhat OOC, mentioned 'fuckboy' once (for Kayn), not proofread + edited properly Characters; Kayn

You were definitely a contrast to what Kayn shows himself as in public. From your cutesy style to his hardcore rock, no one would've believed you if you told them you had a thing for him ⎯ in fact, they probably think you were joking until you list off the things you like about him, earning yourself concerned looks and petty pats on the back.

But here's another thing: Would Kayn like your style? Maybe. There's no definite answer, it's just sort of in the middle ⎯ the grey area that's between black and white basically.

For starters, yes it doesn't really match his own style but he isn't gonna go out of his way to nitpick it. Sure he'd make comments about it on the fly, but there's no harmful intent behind what he's saying. It's either he meant it as a joke or it came out on impulse, or maybe he worded it badly, who knows ⎯ if it does bother you, he'd apologise for it but wouldn't really get the big picture until you properly explain it to him.

Not to mention he's totally down to learn some stuff about your style afterwards and would even listen to some of the music you make, you can even see how focus he is when you're explaining it and showing it to him, nodding along to your words and pointing to the things he wants to hear more about. It's sort of... Cute? How he's actually trying to understand.

If you ever ask him to do cute poses or try on something cute (like a headband) he'd have so much fun with it. Doing it with a fuckboy smirk on his face that the fans absolutely LOVE and it later becomes your most popular post.

Starting a relationship with Kayn isn't at all different based on your style differences, though he's a lot more defensive when it comes people badmouthing what you do/wear. He'd want to show you off as much as, whether it'd be on your social or his, he's at least wearing one item from your merch to show his support for you.

If you ever go to visit him in the dorms and stumble into his room, you'll most likely see right in the corner of his room all the merch he has of you, even all the albums from past eras to recent. And he's not at all embarrassed by it, in fact he sometimes blast your music in the dorm for his other members to hear.

Overall a 8.5/10, he's still learning about your style and was a bit slow when he was first learning but at least he's trying, bonus points for him defending you against the haters!

#heartsteel x reader #kayn x reader

[finalgirlrick]

The Morning After

Pairing: Rick Grimes x Reader (s6 Alexandria era)

Word Count: 870

Warnings: implied smut, that's it I think. mostly fluff, maybe a lil angst?

A/N: I am once again terrified to post but here goes. this is lowkey (highkey) inspired by the song say yes by elliot smith lol. basically, reader is a fuckboy and rick doesn't want her to leave the morning after. thanks once again to @weretheones for all the help <3

It was another early morning in Alexandria, waking up in Rick’s bed. You had grown accustomed to the routine the last few months, tumbling into his room between desperate kisses and you couldn’t complain — Rick knew what he was doing. Even hours later, draped in nothing but his sheets, you could feel the shadow of his hands tracing your body. 

After every night you spent together, like clockwork, you would gear yourself up to head out as soon as you saw the sunrise crack through the windows. But this morning was different. As you hurriedly dressed yourself in the clothes that were eagerly thrown across the room the night before, Rick surprised you with a question. He was still laying in bed shirtless, propped on his side with one arm watching you. 

“Why do you always do that?” he asked. “What?” you responded feigning ignorance, but in reality, you knew exactly what he meant. 

“You know...” his voice was still raspy from just waking up, and you could barely keep yourself together with the way he looked beside you. It was a distraction, so you turned away and returned your focus to getting dressed. 

“I don’t,” you scoffed. 

He breathed in dramatically, “Yeah, you do.” You chuckled and repeated again, “I don’t!” But your laughter subsided when the conversation took a more serious tone. “You always rush out of here when we’re finished,” he said, averting his gaze as if he was afraid of your response. 

Now, you were on the defense. “I don’t ‘rush out’ Rick,” you answered back mimicking his southern accent and using air quotes. This caught his attention and he rolled his eyes with a playful smirk as he looked back at you. “Yeah? Then what are you doin’ right now?” 

“I’m getting dressed so that I can go to work. You know, the walls. Outside,” you responded sarcastically.

“Alright, well even when you don’t work there’s always somethin,” he said letting out a sigh. You felt bad going back and forth like this with him even if you knew he was right, but you couldn’t help it. 

You softened your tone and with a smile attempted to soothe his worries, “I’m just busy Rick. It’s not a big deal, really.” As you sat up from his bed to head out, he gently grabbed your arm and stopped you. 

“Hey. Hey,” he repeated waiting for you to bring your gaze to him. Your stomach sank as you thought about what he would say next. You dreaded this conversation, never knowing when or if it ever was coming. But deep down you knew that Rick was a family man, and your arrangement was going to have an expiration date eventually. 

“You know that this doesn’t have to be like this right?” he said with a concerned look. 

“Look, it’s fine,” you said brushing it off.

“This isn’t what I want,” he continued. “If it’s what you want, I’m fine with that and I respect it. But I don’t want you to go around thinkin’ that I want you to leave.” 

“I know, Rick,” you dipped your chin into your chest as you replied back. His genuine words were almost too much to bear. “I just like things the way they are, you know?” 

He chuckled and it took you by surprise, you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle too.  “You mean, runnin’ out of here after every night we spend together and avoiding me throughout the day?” he joked. 

You shook your head and laughed, “I don’t avoid you, Rick.” He nodded in quick response, “You do.”

“Alright, maybe I’m just not interested in anything more,” you said trying your best to sound confident. 

He looked at you as if he could tell you were lying through your teeth, and now the jokes were over again. “I know that’s not true,” he said. “You can drop the act with me. I know you’re scared of things gettin’ serious. But I think - I think you’ll be surprised.”  

“I don’t know Rick,” you gulped. “You of all people know how this stuff always ends. There’s no point.” 

“Of course, there’s a point. You don’t ever think about it?” 

“Sure, I think about it. But I don’t do everything I think about,” you whispered looking anywhere but at him. He took a deep breath in and carefully grabbed ahold of your hand with his calloused fingers, using his other hand to tilt your face towards him. 

“I just want you to know you don’t have to leave every time. You can stay. I want you to stay.” He cupped the side of your face and you melted into him, once again. “I know it’s hard for you,” he whispered. Closing his eyes, he gently kissed your forehead before sending you off. “Be safe out there.” 

You were frozen for a few seconds just looking at him, eventually offering him a smile. It was difficult to make sense of all the emotions flooding through you. As you walked out of the bedroom, you felt like you could cry with how delicate and understanding he was towards you, even with his touch. You had a lot to think about.

#it is much harder to post these than i thought #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes #rick grimes x you #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes fanfic #andrew lincoln #twd fanfiction #twd fanfic #rick grimes / reader #rick grimes / you #rick grimes twd #rick grimes fluff #rick grimes angst #the walking dead fanfiction #rick grimes smut

[yumenoyousei]

So, fic idea I’m not sure I gonna/wanna write

Dick’s parents do not die. 

So Dick stays at Haley and the Flying Graysons are widely popular; as soon as Dick is 16, he also does a solo act, around the time social media starts and he becomes insanely popular (read: people are thirsting) and he becomes a sort of influencer 

He also becomes sort of a hero, like helping people in the city he’s at and such

But like, he starts to get a reputation to be a hero so much that JL know of him (Batman once scowled him for being very reckless) and would ask him to join if it wasn’t that he doesn’t have powers hypocrites and the fact that he loves circus life and being with his parents (🥹)

He’s pretty much the same with less ✨Trauma✨ and a lot more cocky his fuckboi era get more intense

I imagine him meeting Kory exactly like in most canon where she arrives on Earth all gun blazing and Haley is in town and somehow he’s the one she kisses absorbs language from

They don’t meet again before a couple of years though and this is the part where the plot bunny is like 🫠

(Also that would mean that the first ‘Robin’ is Jason and is obviously not called ‘Robin’ and it changes the whole Batfam dynamic but somehow after some time Dick still becomes the older brother figure but like he doesn't know their identities (he guesses most of them but do not tell them) but that’s the part I’m very interested in reading not writing…🫠🫠🫠)

#dick grayson #fic ideas #nightwing #batfamily #batfam #dickkory #me having bunch of ideas and yet not managing to finish this one fic #actually I have two fics in my wips folder that just sit there #when you wanna write but somehow cannot write #or write fic ideas that you won't write 🙃

[roosterforme]

Okay, nvm the other suggestions, what I really want to know about is Everett's fuckboy era. Please tell us about that.

Everett has a fuckboy era as soon as he starts playing for the Phillies. He's an ace pitcher, and he's young and attractive, and that really goes to his head for a bit. But let's start at the beginning...

All of this is actually fueled by the fact that he and the love of his life grew up together and went to Vanderbilt together and tried to date during college. We know Piper is autistic, and she struggled a bit with the level of popularity that Ev had at Vanderbilt. While she felt comfortable with him, the constant attention and everything else surrounding him were not the vibe she was looking for. They tried to date and then they were FWB, but she ultimately dumped him and they stayed just friends. She is referenced in Draft Day when Coach and Kitten say Piper is his girlfriend, but he says she's not.

So Ev moves to Philly and starts playing pro ball. He and Piper are still close (she's back in San Diego using her degree from Vanderbilt). They spend a lot of time on the phone. She always makes him laugh. But while he's still massively into her, she mentions she's dating someone else. Next thing you know, Everett starts taking girls home left and right. His agent and PR reps have to get involved, and many NDAs are signed. It gets to be so much that Bradley makes a special trip out to see his son to have a conversation about how he and Kitten are afraid Everett is going to regret some of the decisions he's making.

Bradley is also the one who gets to the bottom of things. Everett loves his friend Piper in every way that you can love someone. It's pure and perfect, and he still craves the physical connection they had. But he knows Piper won't thrive in a relationship with him as an MLB pitcher. It's tragic. It's beautiful. It's friends to lovers to friends to something, maybe, perhaps.

#if you ask emily #put me in coach

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD holds hands with Dr. Kate Tomas - new girl - on double date with Phoebe Bridgers and Bo Burnham.

(source)

#andrew garfield #the beard is gone #he is still beautiful #new girl #kate tomas #bo burnham #phoebe bridgers #double date #the fuckboi era is over #welcome boyfriend era #vídeo #girlfriend #andrew peter #andrew peter parker #tasm peter #tasm peter parker #sincericida

[kurjakani]

Lads you can fucking FULLY ignore anything and everything Brute says here abt bodies and gigai i genuinely just needed SOME bullshit 2 write here to like. play around w the idea that younger era Mayuri was still even a bit more brash and fucking. well not weirder but like, a nerdy ass college guy trying 2 flirt for the first time, a real fuckboy loser. I just love the idea. He just comes off so fucking weird in those eps. Uncooked lad. Well i mean he got like, marinaded in some nasty shit so I dont know if thats better than uncooked but, yk? anyways he bullies his crushes hes immature and sucks

Anyways yeah Brute makes a bid for connection and it fails

If some of the info is incorrect here i apologize again ignore brutuses bullshit i have jelly brain that holds no canon facts SALUTE EMOJI

#kaniart #kanioc: brutus #dont look at me

[icanseethefuture333]

Hi Desi ! Can i ask you who is stray kids would date a woc of different ethnicities ? Thank you :)

Oop! 😳 Time to spill some more tea then 🤭

MTL to date a WOC outside of Korea in Stray Kids:

(According to my pendulum, based off of their current energy / preferences)

Felix

I.N

Bang Chan

Changbin

Seungmin

Han

Hyunjin

Lee Know

Top row:

Left is Bang Chan, center is I.N, and right is Felix

Bang chan's reasoning for being third most likely is because he's very sexually enticed by woc outside of his race. They peak his interest and finds them attractive. I am pretty sure he's been with them before. Some of you guys might not want to hear this but it's giving he wants to soar his oats with just about anybody 🫣. I'm not really getting any romantic feelings, so he seems non committal or he would date a foreigner, but would really have to think about if he'd marry one. He's not really mature yet long term for a cross cultural or interracial relationship. Bang Chan is still ignorant in some areas of other cultures (he just wants to fuck 🥱). It's just giving like he is aware of other people's culture and then when dating someone who's not from the same culture, it's like he think would make a better partner than someone hasn't before. A know it all who doesn't really know it all ifykwim. When its like he can't hold any of his relationships down, he constantly searches for new beginnings or the next thing sexually (for any Bang Chan fans ready to fight don't be arguing with me on anon in my inbox!!! This is his energy for now, he's in his fuckboy era, do not put the blame on me for this! Sometimes we won't always hear the most pure or positive messages about our faves and that is okay)

Ngl I.N surprised me 😳 even though I did channeled before that his future spouse was someone that had dual citizenships (Korean and British). I was pleased to hear what his response was on dating a woc outside of his country or race. I.N's view on dating a woc that isn't Korean is quite positive. He shows admiration for them and has more pure intentions than I would say in comparison to Bang Chan (💀 I mean no shade??? but eh, I said what I said). I.N would be very supportive and willing to learn about his partner's culture or traditions. He honestly wouldn't care as long as they have similar family structures. I.N is rebellious by nature, so he just cares about his happiness and the happiness of his loved ones.

Felix's reasoning for being most likely to date a woc is given the fact he feels like he is an outsider in his own country and culture as well. He is Korean, but doesn't feel Korean enough? Felix resonates more with how he grew up in Australia and misses that lifestyle. There is water here and what seems like a beach. Felix could outpour a lot of love towards people that are different from him now and doesn't judge based off of racial stereotypes. Being able to travel overseas and meet new people has allowed him to open his mind and broaden his horizons. It's almost as if he was limiting himself in some areas (caring too much about labels, what's Korean, what's not Korean, what makes him Australian or what doesn't make him Australian). Controversial maybe??? Felix could feel more loved and respected by woc outside of Korea (I laughed I'm sorry 💀). There is a cultural difference so maybe they are more expressive with their love language where as in Korea they show it differently (I.E: a foreign woc might be affectionate and show physical touch, where a Korean woman would exchange gifts). Felix's view on dating woc could be more so a romantic fantasy or he likes the relationships he's seen in movies, television, or music videos. I channeled this before in a reading for him but I always think of Harry Styles and his Grammy's performance for "As It Was" to be his ideal romance. (Felix fr just as delulu as the rest of us LMAOOO 🤧)

Middle row:

Left is Changbin, center is Seungmin, and right is Han

Changbin is down for whatever honestly 💀. He's not the type to search for love but more so takes action only if he wants to experience it. He's romantic in general so if anyone could handle him and his quirks, then he's happy. Changbin would be very charming. I feel like he just needs the opportunity to meet a woc? I don't think he's ever dated a woc outside of Korea fr. "I had the plan, I just needed the platform" type of energy 🤣

Seungmin would be a hot mess I'm sorry 💀 I'm not even gonna sugarcoat it. It's like he wants to but he's not doing it based off of realistic decisions. It's more so he has an idea of what it's like to date a woc outside of Korea, but he's not focusing on the sentimental value of what it means to be in a relationship. Seungmin is very picky in general and makes romantic decisions based off of his illusions (another delulu??? Free the Virgos please). So because of his high expectations he would not be able to form long lasting connections. Also woc could be turned off by his behavior as well, they would most likely call him out or reject him because he's not mature enough. They won't tolerate it. Seungmin would just get his feelings hurt but it would be his own fault for being so damn sassy all the time 😂. He is stubborn though, so he would keep trying until he learns his lesson and also he finds the right person who can match his energy. The person he dates would require a looooot of patience because he is not easy to deal with. Very chaotic energy, but funny!

The reason Han is one of the members who is least likely is because he is more shy and introverted. So going up to a person and asking them out in general is not his thing. If Han were to date a woc that wasn't Korean, he'd have to be most likely friends first. "I have anxiety bruh." (💀). He'd want to take his time and get to know the person regardless of what their race is. I don't think he has much of a preference, it's just about who he's attracted to within that time. Han would be protective of his partner though and would express his love through gifts, money, etc.

Bottom row:

Left is Hyunjin & right is Lee Know

Hyunjin for being one of the members who is least likely to date a non-Korean woc is because he is very traditional. Whenever I do readings regarding his love life he always makes this very clear. He finds some woc (yes I said some because it's not a large number of woc he likes💀) beautiful, but it's not something he wants to go through all the trouble for. Too tedious for his liking. Hyunjin's fanbase is mostly in Korea as well so he could focus more on that because that is the attention he is used to getting from, so he cares more about catering to his fans, his family's expectations, as well as his own personal preferences. It's like he's not closed off to the idea, but Hyunjin doesn't like change. He prefers to stick to what he knows and situations that are predictable. To try being in a cross cultural or interracial relationship, it would make Hyunjin really anxious, nervous, and uncomfortable, because it is a type of environment he is not used to. I can say for sure say he's only ever dated a woman who was Korean or of Asian descent. Hyunjin would have to work on his confidence and care more about his own thoughts than other people's thoughts in order to be with a woc that wasn't Korean.

Lee Know is somewhat similar to Hyunjin's response, with a nicer approach. In his opinion, he feels like it requires courage to be in a relationship with a woc outside of Korea. He believes people who date someone that isn't the same race as them go through a lot of hardship. Channeled message: "I think if I was a father and my child looked like me, or looked like me a little less because they had features like their mama, whether their skin was maybe darker or their hair was a different texture. People would be very cruel and it would make me very upset as a dad. It's not a easy route to take. Maybe in the future when I am more brave I will think about it, as for now I am okay with being a coward!" (PLS 💀)

I hope you guys enjoyed this reading! I will be forming my own harem with these 4, take care besties 💋

#stray kids #stray kids tarot #kpop reading #kpop readings #celebrity readings #ask

[iamasaddie]

Marcus

Marcus Pike x f!reader

summary: you can’t take your eyes off of a handsome stranger on your best friend’s wedding

word count: 575

a/n: yeah idk what it is, it just kinda happened on my work break so do with it what you will

masterlist

You noticed him right away. Honestly, it was hard not to. He was tall, handsome, and wore the perfect suit. His hair was messy, but in a stylish way, the one that told everyone that he didn't care about being neat and he could still take anyone from the party to his place. Even the bride.

You clearly saw him staring at you as you finished your third glass of champagne, the wedding of your best friend pulled at your lonely strings but you didn't feel that bad when the alcohol started warming up your cheeks. You had been staring at him all day long so you thought it was fair for him to do the same. Even flattering.

When did he take the tie off? You didn't see the moment he opened the top buttons of his white shirt, exposing the tiniest amount of skin there. You wetted your lips, feeling a pull in your stomach.

The bubbly in your glass was disappearing embarassingly quickly, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care. You were still participating in the staring contest with the only person who hadn't introduced himself yet. You decided that neither your reputation nor your ego would suffer if you came up to him, but you needed to finish your drink first. With one bold movement you dropped the remaining alcohol down your throat, immediately regretting your decision as there was more liquid than you could handle. It burst out of your mouth as you coughed violently, sputtering it all over your pretty and impossibly expensive dress, dark spots appearing on your shest and another one on your stomach. The man who inderectly became a reason of your embarrassment scratched his beard, lowering his head a little to hide the laugh.

"Oh, darling, I think it's enough of champagne for you," your friend - also known as the bride - took the empty glass from you and pattet you on the back. "Maybe you should switch to tequila? The portions are smaller."

You ignored her, and nodded at the mystery man who was now engaging in a lively conversation with the groom. "Who's that?"

She followed your motion and furrowed her brows a little, as she saw who you were pointing at.

"Ugh, that's Marcus. He's Davon's best friend from his last work." And then she noticed the way you bit your lip, still not taking your eyes off Marcus. Her pinch was hard and quite sobering. “No. Don’t even think about it. He’s gone through a shitty breakup, and now he’s in his fuckboy era. You don’t need that.”

“What’s wrong with a fuckboy?” Your question was rhetorical, but your speech that was a little bit slurred at the moment made your friend think that you were asking genuinely.

“Do I actually need to explain?” She grabbed your chin gently and looked you deep in the eyes.

“Maybe he fucks good. I don’t really need anything besides that.” You didn’t know if you were trying to convince her or yourself. The man really planted some kind of root in you, and you wanted him to plant something else, something more… physical.

Your friend tam’s disapprovingly, and shook her head. “No, baby, not on my watch.”

You shrugged your shoulders, and she took it for you agreeing with her, dropping the subject. Luckily for you, she didn’t see you giving Marcus your flirtiest smile as he winked at you from across the room.

#marcus pike x reader #marcus pike #iamasaddie blurb #pedro pascal

[glyhpsrfvckincol]

Hi I love your writing can you do hunter or edric x plus size female reader fluff and some jealousy plz

Me, the Rizzler || Edric Blight & Hunter Noceda

Synopsis - Edric Blight and Hunter Noceda with a plus-size! Girlfriend.

Warnings - Me being in love. Me being cringe. Me. Mentions of Odalia🤮🤢.

A/n - I’m going insane 💀

Requests are opened; headcanons only

Edric Blight

↳ Him: Shawty in love 😍

↳ Actual tho, thinks you’re a goddess.

↳ Edric thinks all girls are goddess tho so 😒

↳ Except his mom. No one thinks she’s even a decent witch.

↳ Odalia is kinda the Umbridge of The Owl House 😭

↳ I’m getting so off track, it’s not even funny.

↳ Edric lives for the cuddles. Whether his head resides in your lap, stomach, chest or neck, he ain’t goin’ anywhere.

↳ He don’t need to, he got everything he could want. His sisters, his dad and his babgurl.

↳ *Insert fuckboy lipbite 🫦*

↳ Someone stop me.

↳ PROUDLY shows you off.

↳ Whether to his friends, his school mates or his sisters, they’ll know you two are a package deal.

↳ Wanna know how Edric asked you out?

↳ He sent you a poem by accident. Call him Edrizz Blight cause bro is smooth.

↳ At least compared to his dad.

↳ And only online.

↳ I’ll throw shade on all the blight males. No one shall stop me.

↳ Edric doesn’t feel jealous of anyone. He knows you love him, and he feels safe in your guys relationship.

↳ But Emira flirting with you makes him feel small.

↳ The two are pretty much identical, safe for the hair length and which side their moles are on.

↳ She constantly makes fun of him, plus he’s given next to nothing attention from his parents. {Middle child syndrome}

↳ You’re one of the very few people Edric has in his life and he trusts you enough to just lead him astray.

↳ As his mother would call it. 😒

↳ Though Emira only flirts with you when he’s been annoying to her standards.

↳ He’ll become clingy when she does this, Edric’s way to tell her and others that your occupied with him. 😤

↳ She knows how important you are to him, so over time, her flirting slowly stims down, but she’ll still pick on him occasionally.

↳ Can I have both you and Emira?

↳ Edric would take your clothes. He’ll shamelessly where them around you, his family, school mates. EVERYWHERE.

↳ I personally don’t see Edric having ANY girl sit on his lap, I just can’t really imagine it??

↳ But if you wanna sit him in your lap… 🫣

Hunter Noceda

↳ Every time he sees you:

↳ He’s just, so IN love with you bro.

↳ I would be too though so.

↳ HES NOT SPECIAL 👹

↳ Me and Hunter: 🤾‍♂️🤺

↳ Fr.

↳ Bro I’m so fucking cringe 💀 I’m sorry if this is just straight up annoying.

↳ ANYWAY-

↳ Loves to hug you. He will fall asleep on you. This is canon. Zeno and I said so. 😌

↳ Hunter will sit in your lap. Just gotta put him in it.

↳ Wanna sit in his lap? DO IT. He can handle it, but he will be flustered.

↳ I think I’m going insane 🤡

↳ Would wear your clothes.

↳ But only if you insist cause whether he’s in his golden era or wet cat era, he ain’t askin’. Bitch too shy.

↳ Hunter is in love with you and I’m gay for you.😍

↳ Accept my proposal bbg.

💍

#the owl house #toh #hunter noceda x reader #hunter noceda #hunter wittebane #hunter wittebane x reader #the owl house x reader #toh hunter #toh hunter x reader #edric blight #edric toh #edric blight toh #edric blight x reader #edric blight toh x reader #my sanity went out the window lmao #I’m also just super gay for most women so-

[theteasetwrites]

Merciless Beauty

Chapter 2: Me, Who Was Once Serene

❧ Pairing: Knight Daryl Dixon x Princess Reader ❧ Era: Medieval fantasy AU ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: mild swearing, mentions of a deceased parent, very mild angst/sadness ❧ Word Count: 6.6k

❧ Before You Read...

❧ Glossary

❧ In This Chapter: You work up the courage to ask the knight for his help in escaping the castle for a day outside the walls, but his response is not quite what you were hoping for. Just when it seems that all hope of freedom is lost, the knight surprises you, and you surprise the knight, too.

❧ A/N: Well I was not intending for this to become an enemies to lovers thing, but it kind of did lol. I mean, it's very mild enemies to lovers, but it still counts. I really loved writing this chapter because it's sort of the first interaction between the princess and the knight (aka Daryl). And I must say that I have so much fun writing Duke Richard. He is a total fuckboy in this series, which is not too far off from the actual character in the show considering Rick gets quite a bit of action and is kind of a manwhore. I love his relationship with Daryl too. Rickyl if you squint. Anyway, enjoy the second part! <3

“I won’t do it, your highness!” said Elizabeth, shaking her head as she pulled back the covers of your bed. “It’s just wrong.”

“Please, Beth,” you said, turning her away from her duties to grab her hands in a pleading motion. “I beg of you, not as your princess, but as your friend.”

The tight-lipped young woman shook her head more fervently this time. Her cheeks were still red from the moment you’d asked her to do this favor, which you knew was, as she had said, wrong. 

Wrong, but you were desperate. Desperate to leave the castle, desperate to get away from these drab stone walls and these lonely, sorrowful nights. If you had to be lonely, at least you could be lonely out there, where surely there was some kind of happiness. If happiness wasn’t here, it was out there, and you needed to find it. It wasn’t going to come to you, it needed to be earned, you surmised. 

Sure, there was evil out there. There was pestilence and murder and lies and deceit, but there was beauty, too. There must’ve been something worthwhile, something to make all that pain in the world worth it. And now, knowing what you knew, you needed something to keep your mind off… Sir Negan. 

That very same morning, you’d overheard the man’s threat, his demand for your hand in marriage, otherwise he’d have his knights pillage Alexandria until there was nothing left of your home. The words of that filthy missive echoed all around you as your weak legs carried you away from the door, your dizzied head commanding you towards your bedchamber to fling your vulnerable body onto your featherbed, where you’d confined yourself as you prayed for today to be just a dream. A terrible, terrible dream.

Escape, escape, your mind’s voice repeated. Just for a day… The knight, Sir Daryl… He could help! He will help! Surely, he’ll help.

When the cover of night fell over the kingdom, you seized your opportunity. Elizabeth always came in at this time, and no one would suspect her. 

“I—I’m sorry, your highness,” she said. “But I can’t. I cannot bring a strange man to your bedchamber in the dead of night. It’s improper, unseemly, unbecoming… What on Earth would someone think if they saw him leaving your chamber? Nothing good! Besides… What do you want with him, anyway?”

“Nothing improper!” you replied quickly, eager to dispel any ideas Elizabeth might’ve had. “I assure you, it’s just to…” You had been reluctant to inform Elizabeth of your plans, but you supposed she was close to you, having had intimate knowledge of you and your every movement. She would need to know, but just her. Just her and the knight. “Well, I suppose I should tell you, Beth. I plan to ask him to escort me outside the kingdom.”

The young girl’s deep blue eyes widened like saucers, her lips parting as she let out a strangled gasp. “No, no your highness. You mustn’t go out there.” She tightened her hold of your hands as she held them up in a praying motion. “The Dead are out there.” She spoke with a whisper now, as if afraid of her own words, so much so that she didn’t even want to hear them. 

“That’s why I need him,” you assured her. “I need a guard, someone to protect me.”

“And… and you’d never return?”

“No, no! Of course I’d return. I just need to leave at least once, just to remember what it’s like out there. Even if it’s not like how it used to be, it’s what I want.” 

Elizabeth began to mutter and ramble in panicked, barely intelligible pleas. She nearly bent down on her knees, her hands still clasped with yours, begging for you not to leave. Though you understood her fear, you grew tired of her refusal. This was all you’d ever asked of her. Most days, you refused her servitude, offering her ample time to her studies and her friends at court, but tonight, you needed one thing. 

“Elizabeth,” you said, more sternly now. There weren’t many times you used your authority as a princess to demand something, and your heart hurt having to do it, but this was all you wanted—your freedom. “Fetch me the knight. I won’t have these histrionics.” You tugged your hands away from the girl, then turned to your vanity, upon which sat an ornate golden little casket, holding just a sampling of your finest jewelry. You’d caught Elizabeth eying the precious gems more than once, and you took note of how much she asked about the beautiful bejeweled accessories adorning your body.  

There was one in particular you knew she adored—a short beaded necklace of white diamonds surrounding a center pendant of emerald entwined with an intricate filigree of pure gold. It would no doubt sell for a pretty penny, or she could wear it herself. It was of no consequence to you. All you wanted was to see that knight.

“Beth,” you said, approaching the girl with the necklace laced around your fingers. Her already pale face blanched in awe of the sparkling jewels, those which she had seen so often but had never seen not around your neck. “I give you this, in exchange for bringing the knight here. I’ll even give it to you before, just please… Please do this for me.”

“But… what if I get caught?”

“I’ll take responsibility, Beth. Please.” Not waiting for her answer, you took her trembling hand to dangle the string of rare gems into her soft palm. You curled her fingers around it, assuring her that the jewels were, indeed, hers, with the hopes that she’d follow your orders. 

The girl shook her head, but you recognized that sigh—a sigh of acquiescence. 

She left the room in a hurry, her dainty feet almost tripping over each other in a nervous panic. You just hoped she didn’t trip over herself in front of the stoic knight, lest she embroil you in secondhand embarrassment.

But, in a way, you were already ashamed by your boldness, something that had never come naturally to you. Perhaps that’s why you couldn’t approach the knight yourself, but if you had done it yourself, you might’ve been more ashamed. As you waited, you paced restlessly around your bedchamber, twisting your hair so much that the movement only strengthened the scent of your hair, dusted with the powder of dried rose, nutmeg, and cloves. It was a brief respite from your unease, but as the door creaked open steadily, propped open by Elizabeth’s shaky hand, you seemed to forget how to breathe on your own. Each intake of air became purposeful and voluntary as you became aware of every pound of your racing heart. Why you reacted so potently, you couldn’t be quite sure, though it must’ve had to do with how the knight was scowling at you, entering your room with slow, heavy steps that would’ve shaken the gold chandelier overhead if he was just a bit bigger.

You’d never been so frightened in your own chamber, and you knew there was nothing to be afraid of, but there was still this intimidation that overcame you, leading you to hesitantly side-step around the knight before you began to close the door behind him with a careful, delicate touch. Elizabeth stood on the other side, wide-eyed and wordlessly communicating her own fear to you. Then, she muttered a weak, stuttering, “Y-your highness—”

“Go to your quarters,” you replied quietly. The girl stood still, staring blankly at the knight over your shoulder. You could only feel his presence now, and it was oppressive, warying. The man hadn’t spoken a word, and yet, you already knew his repulsion, his distaste for having been brought here. But… why would he come? Surely there was room in his heart to help you. “Now, Beth.”

You watched from the crack of the door as she left, her blue-eyed gaze turning back to you every now and then as she scurried away towards the servants’ quarters. Her worry for you was greatly appreciated, but also quite irritating, considering you were almost ten years older than her. At least she was loyal, you supposed. Now, the knight…

With a sigh, you turned to face him. Still as a statue, and cold as one, too. You hoped your smile would soften him, so you allowed your lips to curl into a gentle grin. “Good evening, Sir Daryl.”

In the warm flickering light of your bedroom, without the distraction of the duke and your father, you were able to more keenly study his features. He appeared to be more noble than you remembered, but with a certain… provincial charm. Indeed, he didn’t possess the sharp, narrow features you normally associated with knights. His face was wider than most, but with high cheekbones that weren’t severe, but rounded, and yet still defined somehow. He had a strong chin, but not as strong as the duke’s. It was subtle, wide, making his face a well-proportioned oval shape. Upon that chin were a smattering of ashy brown hairs that formed a very faint ring of wiry stubble around his lips of pale rosy pink. To match were his furrowed brows, indicating an expression of confused concentration as he studied your movements carefully.

He looked, if you were being honest, like a peasant, his warm-toned skin tanned from sun exposure and his eyes underscored by half-moons of tired, puffy skin. It was charming, though. Everything about him was quite charming, in his own little way. 

But he was cold and rigid, wound up tighter than a tourniquet. Even your friendly words of welcome seemed to do little to calm him. He didn’t respond, only narrowed his crystalline blue eyes as you walked towards him, your steps slow and careful, as if approaching a wild animal caught in a trap. 

“Well, you’re probably wondering why I sent for you,” you spoke, your attempts to remain dignified faltering slightly as your voice shook under his intense gaze. Few things had this effect on you, certainly not a knight. “I, um—ahem, I have a favor to ask of you.”

His eyes trailed for a moment down to your delicate fingers, almost completely covered by the long, flared sleeves of your gown, its color a rich violet that glimmered indigo when the light fell over the luxurious velvet fabric. It would’ve enchanted him, had he not been skeptical of you, your intentions still unclear. 

“What do you want?” he asked gruffly, not wanting to engage with you more than he needed to. 

The brusque response was foreign to you. You were so taken aback that you felt your feet begin to stagger backwards, as if the force of his indelicateness was physically strong enough to push you. It wasn’t what you had expected from the knight in the slightest. He seemed… irritated. No one spoke to you like that, not ever.

“Well, I—I…” Stuttering? Why are you stuttering? “I just wanted to ask if… I wanted to ask if you would…” 

The knight stepped forward, each heavy breath he drew making your heart beat faster. You felt small, weak. Again, this was foreign to you. Usually, you had complete control of your surroundings. Is this what the real world was like? Harsh and cold? That’s what the knight represented to you, after all—the real world. That’s what drew you to him. He was the embodiment of that, and who better to help you?

“What?” the knight insisted. “You bring me here in the dead of night to stutter at me?”

How dare you!

But alas, you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. That stare was haunting, and you were sure that you wouldn’t soon forget it. 

“Would you… escort me outside the kingdom?”

He stepped back. This time, your words had blown him away. “What?” he asked, his tone less questioning and more… accusing. 

It wasn’t the reaction you were hoping for. Yes, your highness was the expectation, and you hadn’t prepared yourself for rejection. At least, not adequately. 

“I—I haven’t been outside the castle in ten years,” you explained quickly, hoping not to lose the knight’s attention. “I want to go outside, just for a day, or—or a few days, not all at once, and only when my father is gone, and we’d be back before nightfall. You’ll be at court for a while, and you see, I couldn’t ask a guard because they’re so loyal to my father, they’d tell him. And you… Well, I hope you won’t tell him. You must know the outside world very well, since you live on the outskirts of Alexandria. And I already thought of a way out—there are tunnels that run under the castle and come out in the woods. Escape routes, in case of a siege…” 

Your long-winded, hurried speech trailed off as you stared blankly at his concentrated eyes. You couldn’t read his expression now, but it was cold. Just looking at him made you cold. God forbid you touch him—it would leave you with frostbite.

“Knight?” you questions shakily, tilting your head as if to find another angle to study his face. At every angle you tried, he still confounded you. “Please answer me, I beg of you. Spare me the embarrassment.”

Just as you didn’t know what to make of him, he didn’t know what to make of you. A princess, wanting to go outside? Wanting to see the pestilence that had overrun the world, turning it into some decrepit wasteland teeming with restless souls in the shape of rotting corpses that roamed the Earth in search of nothing but more flesh to feed upon? Who in their right mind would want to see such a thing? 

No, he couldn’t wrap his head around it, and in his irritable state, he couldn’t shake these spiteful thoughts from his mind. Spoiled brat, he thought. Spoon-fed and ignorant. 

When he didn’t answer, only stewing in his own thoughts of dismay, you circled around him to rummage through the drawer of your nightstand. In it was a secret velvet-lined compartment, holding your most prized jewels. A pair of genuine pearl earrings, dangling from gold encrusted amethysts. It had worked on Elizabeth, why wouldn’t it work on the knight? Of course, he didn’t look the sort to wear precious jewels, but he did look the sort to value money, and these were worth a great deal at any merchant or jeweler. 

“Here,” you said, turning to hold out your hand. The knight’s eyes glimmered with the reflection off the refined amethysts, but you were too afraid to touch him, to hand him the jewels by force the way you had with Elizabeth. He was much more intimidating, so much so that you feared he’d crush your hand in his large, strong ones if you dared to touch him. 

“These are worth at least three pounds. They should more than cover your expenses to help me, and there’s more where that came from.”

You held your hand out further, gesturing for him to take the jewelry from you, but he did nothing. In fact, his face seemed to tighten, his lips drawn in a severe line as his pupils became like pinpoints the way they were boring through you. 

But, finally, he spoke. “No way in Hell.”

There was more he wanted to say, of course. There was always more he wanted to say, but he’d already been less than chivalrous towards you, and if he said much else, he might end up with his head on a chopping block. 

He pushed past you, your hand trembling as you were left with the pair of earrings still resting in your palm. Before he could leave, you turned and hurried towards him, taking his hand to pull his body back to face you. In the process, your earrings clattered delicately to the ground. 

“Please!” you begged, just one step closer to getting on your knees and groveling. “You’re the only one who can help me! I—I can’t go out there alone, and I need to go out there.”

For a moment, he met your eyes. They were full and watery, your long lashes fluttering frantically as you tried to hide your sorrow for fear of embarrassment, but how could you embarrass yourself much more than you already had? Begging a knight. The behavior was unseemly. 

But his gaze soon ripped away, like a splinter being dislodged from flesh, only there was no relief, just pain. “You wanna go out there?” he retorted, his reddened, strained face jutting towards you. His voice was so loud, so guttural and rough. No one had ever spoken to you like that. “You wanna see the Dead up close, see what they do to people? They’d rip you to shreds, your highness. They’d leave you to rot in the dirt till your eyes open back up, but you won’t be alive, you’ll be a monster, just like them, and those shiny jewels won’t be able to help you then. No, there ain’t nothin’ out there. All there is for you is death.”

Rendered silent, you only stepped back, away from him. He left you stunned and hurt, but the only emotion at the forefront of your mind was anger, and it took control of your tongue before anything else could. 

“How dare you,” you muttered, voice slowly rising much higher than its natural softness. “To speak to a lady like that, much less a princess… Where did you take your oath of chivalry, a brothel?! You ought to have your title stripped, Sir! I ask you earnestly to assist me, to help bring me some kind of joy in this miserable place, and you speak to me like this?! You’re a sorry excuse for a knight!”

“And you don’t know how good you got it, princess.”

He left with a slam of the door, so hard that the flames of the sconces on either side shivered and nearly extinguished from the gust of wind. With less hope than you’d ever had before, you cried yourself to sleep again.

The king’s garden was magnificent, the knight had to admit. It wasn’t overly manicured or pruned, but it wasn’t overgrown, either. It looked… healthy, lush and green. Ivy grew in large bushes and creeped up the stone walls that separated the castle from the outside world. Tall, colorful hollyhocks towered over the smaller foliage, namely rose bushes and Canterbury bells. Their unruly, yet delicate, leaves spilled over into one of the many ponds spread about the courtyard, where two graceful white swans swam languidly between lilypads, one following the other. 

Daryl recalled the king saying something earlier, how he always had the cooks serve swan meat at his annual banquet, but not these swans, no. These swans were special, their wings clipped to stay confined to the idyllic garden, safe from the jaws of the Dead. Still, the knight couldn’t shake the desperation in your voice last night, the tears that began to trickle down your soft, rouged cheek as you pleaded for him to help you. Like one of the king’s swans, you were trapped, he knew that.

He didn’t regret his response, though. Well, he regretted his harshness, his lack of chivalry, but he was never good at chivalry. Sorry excuse for a knight, you’d said. You weren’t entirely wrong, as far as he was concerned. 

He never wanted it. Knighthood was a universal boyhood dream, but few ever amounted to that status. Even the nobility who tried would have to prove themselves for many years, but for Daryl, the odds were stacked against him from the start. Somehow, he was given this title, without much of a choice. If one is presented with a title, one must take it. Who was he to deny the king’s judgment? He became a knight, took the oath, made a promise to a god he wasn’t sure he even believed in. Sorry excuse for a knight indeed. 

“This place is like a dream,” remarked Richard, walking ahead of Daryl on the cobbled path as he admired the marble statue of a woman nestled in the corner of the garden. She looked regal, with a bejeweled crown sitting gracefully atop the wimple that shrouded her noble features. Climbing up her gown were delicate vines of dark green ivy.

When the duke couldn’t feel the knight’s presence, he turned to see him focused on the white swans, the birds’ heads now touched together in a kind of embrace. “Daryl?” Richard called back. The nobleman walked back to the knight, who seemed entranced by the swans. “I know sulking is sort of your specialty, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you ponder so intently over waterfowl.” 

Daryl blinked his eyes away from the swans, shaking his head slightly. “Sorry, my liege. I was… distracted.”

The duke tilted his head and raised his brow. “You’ve been distracted all day. It’s not like you. You’ve tripped over your cloak twice… I beat you in archery this morning, and you’re usually always so good with the arbalest…. Plenty of beautiful women here. Is there a maiden that catches your eye?”

“No,” Daryl replied quickly, much more loudly than usual. “No, no, that’s not it. I’m just…”

The knight trailed off, his usually crystal clear eyes of blue turning a bit vague, as if clouded by his thoughts. “Daryl?”

“Yes?”

“You’re just… what?”

He shook his head again, dismissing the subject. In his heart, though, he knew what it was—guilt. Exhausting, confounding, nauseating guilt. Everytime he closed his eyes, he saw your hand outstretched to give him those earrings, the likes of which he’d never seen before. He’d seen wealthy women before—Lady Lorraine, Richard’s late wife, was always dressed nicely, adorned in fine jewels, but nothing like this. And to think, the princess was willing to just give these precious items to a knight? 

It presented Daryl with two different explanations. One, you were so spoiled, so ungrateful for your wealth, that the worth and craftsmanship of these trinkets meant nothing to you, that you were ignorant of their value because you could have anything in the world that you wanted. Or two, you were so desperate to get out of this kingdom that you were willing to give a stranger your most valuable possessions. He wasn’t sure which explanation would’ve comforted him more, but he was sure of one thing—you knew not what you asked of him. 

And how was he to tell the duke the cause of his distraction? Of course, Richard was a trusted friend, but if he told the king that his knight entered the princess’s bedchamber, he was sure he’d be banished from court at best, drawn and quartered at worst. 

But Daryl never held anything secret from his lord. He might not have always abided by the knights’ code of conduct, but when it came to honesty, he held it above all else. 

The knight looked around anxiously for a moment, then grabbed a hold of the duke’s forearm to lead him towards the marble statue in the corner of the garden, where surely no guards or groundskeepers or molecatchers would hear their conversation. 

“Last night,” Daryl spoke, his voice hushed and low, “the princess… called for me. In her quarters.”

Richard raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a slight smirk. “Did you answer her call?”

The knight scoffed at the man’s suggestion. “Yes, but—”

“You knave!” Richard laughed. “I knew she was eying you the other night. Far more interested in you than me. I’d love to ask what it was like, but a gentleman never inquires about a lady’s… bedroom habits.”

The knight shook his head in vehement denial. “No, no, that’s not what happened. She called me to her chambers to… ask me if I’d escort her outside the walls.”

Richard’s smile drooped into a frown, his cheerful eyes turning from a happy squint to a concerned stare. “Oh, that’s quite serious, then, isn’t it?”

The knight nodded. “Yes, it’s serious. She offered me jewels… She even started to cry. Christ, I could’ve sworn she would’ve gotten down on her hands and knees and begged me.”

“What did you do?”

“I said no.” Well, he said more than that, but his honesty had its limits, even for the duke. “I couldn’t do that, not with the king’s law. No one leaves unless they have his word, and he’d never let that girl out, not even if she asked.”

“That’s why she asked you,” Richard pointed out. “Hasn’t been out in ten years… Not since the queen died.” He gestured towards the statue, the monument erected in honor of the late queen, your mother. 

It hadn’t even occurred to him, the reasons why you weren’t allowed to leave, even if you asked. He knew the queen had died, but he didn’t know how. 

“How did she die?” asked the knight.

Richard shot him a confused glance, almost of disbelief. “You don’t know?” Daryl responded with only a shake of his head and a brief grunt. “Well, I heard it was very bad. The Dead got her. When the Scourge first broke out, the Dead got in the walls somehow, overrun the castle. The keep was swarmed. All I know is, they ripped her to shreds.”

Those words nearly knocked the wind out of him—ripped her to shreds. He remembered uttering those same words to the princess last night, as a warning, but it came across almost as a threat. 

They’d rip you to shreds. 

What a horrible thing he’d said. He realized it now, and when he thought back to your face, he could see the same face in that solemn marble statue, staring down at him, castigating him.

“The king was devastated, of course,” Richard continued. “When the hoard was cleared, he shut the kingdom’s gates, writing the law that states only those with his permission can leave or enter. And the castle… That was closed off for good. He wouldn’t risk the gates even opening again, for fear that the Dead would somehow slip through, and his daughter would suffer that same fate.”

He pondered for a moment, having been pulverized by this new sense of guilt that completely eclipsed whatever shame he already suffered from. This was much worse. In his heart, he began to feel sympathy, something he’d never thought he’d feel for a royal. Why should he sympathize with those born with a silver spoon? 

But he knew what it felt like. He’d lost his mother at a much younger age, but the memory still chilled him to the bone. She died horribly, too, from a terrible sweating sickness. It must’ve been worse for you, he thought, having been much older, and much more likely that the memory would be potent. 

It struck him so deeply that he knew he wouldn’t be able to find peace with his decision. After several moments of chaotic thoughts, riddled with voices from all different directions inside his head, he came to a conclusion—help the princess. 

“Milord,” he began, his eyes not yet looking the duke in the eye, “what if I… did decide to help her?”

Richard tilted his head, as if to gauge whether or not the knight was serious. He was. “Well, I… think it’s pretty damn stupid.” Daryl couldn’t help but agree. “If you get caught, you’ll be hanged. My reputation will be destroyed. The princess will never see the light of day again.”

“So you’re saying I shouldn’t?”

The duke raised a brow, a hint of a smile forming in his lips. “I never said that.”

The light, muffled patter at the door was hardly enough to awaken you, but when it became more rushed, heavier, you blinked open your tired eyes to look up at the familiar ornate wood carving of your canopy. It was a curious occurrence, since no one ever came to your bedchamber at night, not until last night, that is. But in that case, you’d invited him. Tonight, you weren’t expecting anyone. 

In fact, you hadn’t spoken to anyone all day, lost in your thoughts and dreading the reality of your situation. Not only were you trapped, you felt more worry than usual. The so-called Saviors and their leader, Sir Negan, were on your mind, to the point that you couldn’t even attend your tutoring session with Eugene. No, everything was so wrong, and the brief flame of hope that Sir Daryl’s presence had sparked in you was extinguished.

With the strike of a match, you lit up the candlestick upon your bedside table, and scooped up a bundle of your ivory silk nightgown to tread lightly across the cold wood planks of your bedroom floor. 

“Beth?” you whispered against the door. “Is that you?”

“It’s me,” a gruff, guttural voice replied. 

Your eyes grew dry as you stared blankly at the doorknob, your mouth hanging open as you registered the situation—the knight was at your door. 

A deep huff from the other side alerted you from your slight stupor. “C’mon, I don’t got all day.”

Wordlessly, you twisted the lock and unlatched the chain to open the door, through which the knight hurriedly pushed past you, entering your bedchamber with another huff. 

“Do you know how much trouble I’d get in if one of those guards out there caught me knockin’ on your door? I’d be a dead man.” he asked, his voice nearly loud enough to reach a perilous volume. Indeed, a man knocking on a maiden’s bedchamber door at the stroke of midnight was not becoming. It became punishable by death when the maiden in question was a princess.

You held your shaky finger to your lips, your other hand still holding the flickering candlestick, illuminating his serious face. “Shh!” you replied. “What are you doing here?”

He was asking himself that same question, but he mulled it over in his head enough times to know that he wasn’t going to change his mind now. Whatever compelled him, he chalked it up to pity. He knew, though, that there was more to it—empathy. 

No one hated being trapped more than him. He figured if he was in your situation, he would’ve tried to break out of here a long time ago. Not even the worldly comforts nor earthly delights of this castle could compare to the feeling of freedom, and that was something he valued above all else in this world. 

But, to answer your question, he skipped over a few of the sentences he had rehearsed in his head on the way here. “When am I taking you?”

You stepped back, almost so far that the glow of your candle nearly abandoned his face altogether. For a moment, his heart sank, thinking your expression of shock was indicative of some kind of fear. Did he frighten you? Were you offended by him? More importantly, why would he even care?

But you weren’t frightened. Well, maybe a little, as the reality of this situation kicked in. The dream was getting closer to becoming tangible, no longer just a vision that held your thoughts hostage at every waking hour, and every hour you slept, too. You had become so accustomed to the dream being just a dream, but now, that dream was, in a way, standing right in front of you. 

“Tak-taking… taking me where?” You knew, but you couldn’t believe it. 

“Outside…” He noticed your glimmering eyes drifting towards your feet like two falling stars, fizzling out as your eyelids prevented him from knowing whether or not there were tears forming. “I… I’m sorry. For what I said.”

Your eyes lifted in response to his words. Words that almost sounded foreign to him, but they were sincere. You could tell, somehow. And yet, his words from yesterday had been ingrained in you, crystal clear. They were sharp enough to cut through bone, loud enough to be heard from the heavens, sorrowful enough to drag through your gut like a funeral procession. But, with all the time you had to repeat those words back in your head, you’d come to the conclusion that he was right. 

“But what you said, it’s true. I shouldn’t have come to you with this. It was selfish, ignorant. I know that now. You shouldn’t risk your life for my whims.”

To that, he could only reply, “That’s bullshit.”

You blinked hard in disbelief. “I—I beg your pardon?”

“That’s ridiculous,” he reiterated. He wasn’t about to argue the logistics or morality of this agreement, he simply wanted this conversation to end as soon as it began. Otherwise, he was sure he’d get cold feet. “Now, you gonna tell me when I’m taking you out or not?”

It was a slow development, but soon, your plush lips began to upturn into a smile. It wasn’t like the one you’d shown for the duke. It was genuine, formed by true delight, with still just a glint of disbelief and slight fear in your eyes. 

“Well, I happen to know that a week from today, my father is leaving for some important meeting. That would be the perfect time.”

The knight of few words only nodded, his face that of stone. “A’right… A week from today, early morning. Be ready.” Your heart dropped as he turned to leave, his gloved hands lifting the dark hood of his cloak over his head. 

“Wait!” you called out in a whispered yell. Without hesitation, you retrieved from your nightstand that same pair of earrings he’d so brazenly rejected the night before. Though you were now quite frightened to approach him with the jewels, you simply had to repay him in some way for the joy he’d given you, and this was all you had. 

His eyes trailed to the sparkling gems cradled in your delicate, noticeably unsullied hands. Though the gesture had offended him at first, he looked up to see the genuine thanks in your face. You weren’t ungrateful, as he’d thought. You were kind, the type of thing so many people out in the world you so desperately wanted to see would take advantage of. He couldn’t be one of those people.

“I… I know these jewels are meaningless to you,” you said softly, “but they mean a great deal to me, and I want you to know that… this is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

This time, you did what you were too afraid to do last night—you unfurled his tight fist to lay open his palm, upon which you carefully placed the earrings. He could only inspect your face, as if searching for some kind of hidden agenda, but deep down, he knew it was useless. There wasn’t anything hidden—you wore your heart on your sleeve. You were true, and, above all else, Daryl knew your heart was full of virtue.

His eyes turned down in a flash, though, when your gaze met his. He instead admired the handiwork of the earrings, how much thought had gone into each minute detail. In some deep part of him, he wondered how they had looked on you, but that thought was quickly dissolved when you spoke again, with that voice of velvety honey.

“And if you find the monetary value not to your liking, you could always give them to your lady.”

He swallowed hard, his hand still laying flat and suspended in midair. “I have no lady, your highness.”

Your breath hitched. It was a dainty little breath, the kind only princess would make, of course. “Oh… Well, perhaps you could give them to a lady you admire, or anyone who would cherish them as much as I have.”

A swirl of some foreign feeling meandered in his stomach. Though he couldn’t quite identify the feeling, he could only describe it as sweet. 

“I cannot accept these,” he rasped, jutting his hand a little towards you. “Besides, knights shouldn’t take payment from ladies.”

You almost let out a chuckle at that, the knight who’d already broken just about every chivalric law in regards to women was now suddenly a paragon of virtue. But it appeared he was quite serious, and you weren’t about to ruin your chances of seeing the outside world by laughing in your escort’s face.

“Don’t see it as a payment,” you replied, “but a gift, to do with what you like. In any case, I command you to take them.”

A small chill ran up his spine, which astounded him. No woman, and hardly any men, had provoked such an intimidation within him. He closed his hand over the jewels, carefully tucking them into the pocket of his cloak.

“Now, go,” you ordered. “Till next we meet, knight.”

That very same night, Sir Daryl retreated to his quarters with a lighter step than he had had on the way to your chamber. The relief he felt was enough to render him satisfied with his ultimate decision to assist you, though he knew the consequences of being found out were great.

In the dim light of a lone lantern sitting atop his chest of drawers, the knight stripped himself of his lightly padded gambeson, the knots of which descending vertically down his torso. His tired fingers unlaced each knot mindlessly, his thoughts occupied elsewhere, though he himself was uncertain of their exact whereabouts.

With his shirts removed, he turned back the blankets atop his modest bed, fit for a knight. Just as he was about to settle in, the shadow of his cloak hanging upon a hook behind the door reminded him of the glimmering treasures inside.

Her earrings.

Now, what on Earth was he going to do with earrings?

Well, he’d thought about selling them, as you said, but it truly was against his own code of honor. In any case, he didn’t need the money—he was well-off enough to live comfortably on his lord’s land. 

And he had no one to give them to, no maiden he wanted to woo or mother he wanted to impress. As he turned the crystalline objects around in his hand, he found himself entranced by their beauty. A part of him couldn’t believe he was holding in his hands such valuable items, but another part, a quieter, more subdued part, was just thinking about how those earrings had been worn by the most beautiful woman in Alexandria, perhaps beyond.

He wasn’t immune to your beauty. It was the kind of beauty that left no survivors. It didn’t carry a misericorde to slay a suffering victim and spare him the agony left in its wake. No, this kind of beauty was ruthless, vicious, merciless. While you yourself were none of those things, not in the slightest, your beauty was a worse torture than a Judas cradle or a Catherine wheel. That was how unrelenting it was.

That all being said, it wasn’t a terrible thing. In fact, thinking back to the smile that graced your soft, unblemished face was… pleasing. Not agonizing at all. And to think that his words, his promise to you, had invoked such joy. 

Him, a sorry excuse for a knight. 

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