#real person fan fiction

[speechlessxx]

new addition. [henry cavill x reader]

summary: anything henry does instantly goes viral.

warnings: mention of fangirls. plot twist?

word count: ~850

It was a poor choice of words on Henry’s behalf – and he knew that.

You knew he knew that.

Ever since you’ve met him, nearly three years ago, you’ve noticed that Henry relished in the chaos he created from just one simple post. Whether it was a clip of him working out or him panting after his jog or even a simple picture of Kal, he sent the internet into a frenzy each time he broke his silence on social media. In fact, you would say he’d get off on it – but of course, he would only respond with a amused smirk and a shake of his head.

And sometimes, just sometimes, he liked to drag you into his mess.

So, when your phone dinged once, then twice, then a million times after one afternoon, you knew Henry had done something yet again.

At first, you ignored the incessant chimes of Instagram and Twitter. The colorful purple and the calm blue icons staring up at you, tauntingly as if saying, “we know something you don’t”. But this wasn’t your first time on the Henry post rollercoaster, and you opted to just turn your phone on Do Not Disturb, silencing the annoying chimes and buzzing.

But only for a few hours … until curiosity got the better of you, and you found yourself exchanging your novel for your cell phone.

You noticed that your accounts had an influx of new followers and posts had more likes and comments than usual. The culprit for this sudden popularity was a single tagged post from your beloved boyfriend.

It was a rather strange occurrence. Henry was keen on keeping your relationship as private as his career would allow. You’ve graced his stories once or twice throughout your two year long relationship, but he had never been so outright and forthcoming on his public feed.

The photograph was nowhere near risqué – which brought a bit or relief to your anxiety. It was a photograph of you curled up on Henry’s bare chest, sleeping your fatigue away. You were covered up enough with the nearly sheer night slip and Henry’s muscled arm wrapped around you. However, it was the caption that caught your eye.

“Our new addition kept her up all night.”

Your jaw dropped and eyes widened as you read that line over and over again. That cheeky little –

There were multiple “congratulations” comments beneath the post, followed by various celebratory emojis. Of course, there was a heavy amount of jealous fans’ inputs, but you considered yourself a veteran at this point – their comments became an inherent risk the moment Henry asked you out on a date.

Speculations, articles, “Baby Cavill” trended worldwide. You couldn’t help but slap a palm onto your forehead before groaning. Despite being frustrated because you were trending for such an obscure reason, you couldn’t help but find the entire situation amusing.

You came out of your shared bedroom just as he was walking into the house. Normally, you would take the time to admire your sculpted-by-the-gods boyfriend – especially after a run or a work out – but today, you wagged a finger in his face.

“You,” you said, in a mock scolding tone, “owe the world an explanation, Mr. Cavill.” Behind Henry padded in Kal, who ran to greet you, nudging your calves with his wet nose. “Your dad has gotten me into big trouble, bear.”

The dog stared up at you with big eyes but you knew that the only thought going through the Akita’s mind was, “treat?”

Henry burst out laughing as he pulled out his phone, undoubtedly reading through the mess he’s created. He seemed almost as elated as he was when he saw the reactions to his PC building video.

“Hennn,” you whined, pouting.

Before your boyfriend could respond, a high pitched bark could be heard as your new puppy ran  towards its family. Energic from his afternoon nap, the little guy jumped and pawed at you, trying to get your attention. He’d occasionally bump into Kal but the older dog didn’t pay him any mind, opting to lay down on the wooden floors, exhausted from his run with his dad.

You bent down to play with the little puppy, cooing at it and handling its tiny paws as Henry recorded.

He’d eventually post the multitude of photos and videos of you and the new puppy with the caption, “Just to clarify, we got a new puppy.” The simple caption would ease the fangirls, but the new puppy news did not stop Baby Cavill from continuing to trend.

Henry loved watching his family grow. The puppy testing Kal’s patience, but Kal proving time and time again that he is a very good boy. And you were an incredible dog mom. Going through the photos on his new post brought a smile to his face as he found himself getting lost in a day dream. He couldn’t wait to introduce an actual little one to the family (though you’d argue that the puppy was indeed your baby).

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill #henry cavill fan fiction #rpf #real person fiction #speechlessxx

[scrollonso]

Crazy In Love¹

A Strollonso AU where Fernando succeeds the Spanish throne and makes it his goal as king to make the Prince of France his groom. (3.4k words, dark!nando) [@catboysracing] {l could've made nando a lot worse but I didnt want this to be 10k words 😭 this is a very rushed rough draft so if i make this a series it'll be more drawn out,, or maybe not idek its 02:26 im tired ☠️}

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Lawrence stepped out of his carriage, holding his hand out to his wife as she carefully placed a foot on the ground, using Lawrence's shoulder for support as she planted both of her shoes on the stone pathway below them.

Lance peeked his head out before exiting, following his fathers lead in holding out his hand to help his sister, Chloe, out as well. His other siblings had already been married off and attending this ball in the Royal Palace of Madrid was his parents' way of finding their youngest children suitors.

"Very good, my boy" The king praised before the four of them began their walk into the palace. They were shown to the ballroom where most of the guests were straight away. The room was all white with gold detailing, artwork littered on the ceiling as spirals of gold framed the dozens of doors surrounding them

"Pardon me" The queen spoke softly, lightly touching her husbands arm before disappearing through the crowd to make her way to Maria Theresa the Archduchess of Austria.

"Excuse me, Father, Can I go speak with Marie?" Chloe spoke seconds later, her father simply nodding at the girls request. She smiled and muttered a thank you before finding her way to her friend, similarly to her mother.

Lance hated these things. Being in a closed space full of hundreds of people. He couldn't help the sour expression on his face as he looked around the bright room, eyes settling on his half brother Esteban. Lance was more than aware of his fathers infadelity and how he had three children with other women. Lance wasn't too fond of the younger two but he'd grown up close with Esteban and his mother Pauline de Mailly.

"Stop scowling, Lance." Lawrence spoke sternly, greeting his youngest son with a slap to his back

"Sorry, Father." Lance spoke, quick to fix his face as he turned to the king "May I be excused, Father? Esteban is on the other side of the ballroom."

"Go on."

Lance couldn't help but smile as he reached Estebans side, being quick to give him a nod

"Votre Altesse" Esteban hummed, trying to stop himself smiling as his little brother rolled his eyes at the title, he never called Lance Your Majesty unless he was teasing the younger boy "Brother, How are you?"

"I'm well, how long have you been here?"

"Oh, not long. Me and my mother arrived no more than an hour ago." Esteban spoke, Lance nodding at the response

"Have you had any of the food?" Lance asked, hoping his brother would say no so they could eat together

"I have not, shall we go together?" Lance smiled once more, nodding as he followed the older man to the long table of food and refreshments.

Fernando was speaking with Duke Maximilian III Joseph of Bavaria regarding the state of their allies during the ongoing war when he first spotted the French prince, his justaucorps a warm brown embroidered with intricate and colourful flowers. The boys hair was long and wavy, he was constantly brushing it out of his face as he spoke with the slightly older man next to him.

The new king was unsure of who the man next to him was but he was well aware of who Lance was. Fernando had met with Lawrence the second Ferdinand had died, as the new king it was his duty to keep up alliances between the dynasties. With Spain and France being the largest two dynasties as of then, having a relationship with Lawrence was very important to him.

As the conversation came to an end he excused himself to find the Frenchman again, pleased at how easy it was. He was standing off to the side as the man from before spoke with a woman from Sweden, Fernando taking the opprotunity to finally speak to him.

"Monseigneur Lance, it's a pleasure to meet you." Fernando bowed his head, holding a hand out to the shorter prince who's eyes shot up, they were hazel and seemed to sparkle in the dimly lit room.

"Sire," Lance spoke softly, taking Fernandos hand as the Spaniard placed a kiss on his knuckles, the younger boys face flushing pink at the usually meaningless action "the pleasure is all mine."

"I hope your journey here wasn't too strenous, it's a long ride from Versailles." Fernando spoke, letting go of the boys hand then stepping back slightly

"Of course not, I always prefer the carriage rides to the actual balls, anyway" he stated matter-of-factly, only realizing how rude it sounded seconds later. "Apologies, I'm not sure why I said that."

Fernando smiled, covering his mouth to let out a small laugh "There's no need to apologize, I feel the same."

Lance wasn't sure how to respond, all he could do was flash the king a smile, not expecting to relate to him of all people.

"Is it stuffy in here to you?" The Spaniard asked, cocking his head to the side before continuing "Would you like to ride around with me? Get some fresh air."

"I'd love to." The teenager responded with no hesitation, face lighting up at the idea

"Let's go, then. I'll give you a personal tour of my dynasty as long as you'll return the favour." Fernando said, holding his hand out once more, but this time to steal Lance away

Fernando stood beside the door of the carriage, helping the prince get in before getting in himself. It was nice, Lance thought, being treated how princesses are treated. As the carriage began moving he couldn't get the feeling of the Spanish mans lips on his knuckles out of his mind, it was embarrassing just how much he had replayed it already.

"Will your family be staying the night? Most of my guests are but if you're leaving before dawn I'll be sure to return you in time." The king spoke, Lance's eyes focusing on the mans mouth as his lips moved, hardly registering his words.

"I'm sure we will be, my mother and sister prefer to get a decent amount of rest before returning home after balls."

"Perfect, that gives us plenty of time, then." Fernando nodded to himself, moving to sit on the same side as Lance as he pulled back the curtains, the sunset illuminating the streets perfectly.

The smaller boys eyes found their way outside, practically twinkling as he admired just how gorgeous it looked at this time of day

"It's beautiful" He whispered, not bothering to turn and see the older mans reaction

"It is" The Spanish man said quietly, he knew what Lance meant, the landscape was beautiful. Of course Fernando knew that, he lived here, but he only thing he could see was the Prince next to him, he was truly beautiful.

The two continued down the road for a few more minutes before they reached town, Fernando noticing his guards escorting Jesuits from their home right away. He swiftly closed the curtains and began distracting Lance, not wanting the sweet boy to witness the men in black cassocks being pushed and shoved through the streets of the small town they had entered. The new king had made it his first order to expel every resident of the Spanish Empire that was concerningly loyal to the Pope as soon as he had been crowned. He would never admit it as he was too full of pride but he felt threatened by the men devoting themselves to the pope. He was above the pope. He was king. He had power and he was going to make sure every commoner he ruled over was aware of that.

"Hm?" Lance hummed as he noticed the curtains draw shut, turning his body to face the larger man, having not taken in just how drastic their size difference was. Not only was there a difference in power from Spanish King to French Prince but there was also a difference in aura, the mans eyes on him felt intimidating, Lance gazing hesitently at the man as the carriage fell quiet, Fernandos lidded eyes not leaving Lance's for a second

"We're rebuilding in this area, I'd hate for you to see how much of a mess it is right now." He lied, the words slipping off of his tongue as if they were as true as scripture, reciting it as if it was a verse he'd spent weeks remembering.

The credulous boy just nodded, having way too much trust in the man he'd become acquainted with just minutes prior.

"I'm sure it looks fine, every part of your kingdom I've seen so far has been stunning." The Frenchman reassured, wondering if maybe the new King was insecure about the state of his colonies.

"Why, thank you, Monseigneur Lance." Fernando smiled, partially because of the sweet words coming from the boy at his side but also because of just how easy he was to trick "you're too kind."

"No need to be so formal, Your Majesty." Lance scooted back, eyes following Fernando as his arm moved to open the curtains once more, now far enough away from his men to insure Lance saw nothing. "It's just us"

"If I'm to just call you Lance then please, call me Fernando."

"Well, Fernando." Lance started, looking outside of the carriage before turning back to the man "Can you tell me more? About your dynasty. I've only learned what's in the books"

"You've read books about my kingdom?" Fernando laughed dryly, finding it funny how the Prince of France spent his free time reading about the Spanish Empire.

"I've read about many things." Lance nodded, locking his fingers together in his lap "My Father would rather me learn than fight in the war."

"Ah, yes." Fernando nodded, having forgotten about what was currently happening on his allies land. "I understand where he's coming from. I was hesitant to put my sons in command as well."

"How many sons do you have, Fernando?" Lance asked, not having read much about the new kings family

"Three, they're all around your age" Fernando looked outside, smiling to himself as he watched Lance turn to look as well "Carlos is my eldest, then Lando, then my youngest boy Oscar."

"You have only sons?" Lance asked, still looking outside, watching as their surroundings began to get darker and darker

"Yes, just three boys."

"What about their mother? There isn't a queen, is there?"

Fernando shook his head, leaning on the wall behind him before responding, arms crossed over his chest as he watched "Their mother died a few years ago, Tuberculosis they think."

"Oh." He whispered, only now turning to look at the Spaniard, biting his lip slightly in an effort to hide his newfound discomfort "I'm sorry, I- I didn't know."

"Don't apologize." He spoke, harsher than he had before. "Was nothing I could do, the boys are old enough to deal with it and I had more important things to do than wallow in my own self pity."

Lance just nodded, fidgeting with his fingers as he avoided the Spaniards gaze, feeling embarrassed for even bringing it up, although a part of him was relieved to find out the King didn't have anyone at his side

The man reached out to grab Lance's hand, quickly letting his coachman know they were getting out and to wait for them.

The naive Prince followed blindly, letting the man ahead of him pull him through unfamiliar land as if they'd known one another all their lives. Fernando couldn't help but take note of everything Lance was so quick to let him do to him, he couldn't help but wonder just how far he could push it.

They eventually reached a short stone pathway and at the end was a small pavillion with a bench nestled towards the back where plants were growing up the wood. By then it'd gotten darker, Fernando glad to have matches on him as he lit the lamps around the wooden structure

"Woah" Lance breathed out, admring the garden he'd found himself in as Fernando dusted off the bench, still holding onto the boys hand as he pulled him to take a seat

"I haven't been here in ages. I figured if I was going to go back it'd be fun to not be alone." Fernando hummed, the last time he was here he'd killed his father.

"Gosh, if I lived closer I'd spend all my time here!" Lance laughed, smiling up at the man who had yet to take a seat

"I used to, when I became King the first time I hardly had time" He spoke, looking around as soon as he finished, eyes falling on the steps in front of him, the place he'd met his father before quite literally stabbing him in the back. It was what the old bastard deserved. Without his actions Ferdinand would've never became king and Fernando would still be stuck in Naples.

"The first time?" Lance hummed, unbuttoning his justacourps and sliding it off before folding it neatly in his lap

"Si." Fernando nodded, finally taking a seat next to the Prince "Before my brother died I was the king of Naples and Sicily. My eldest, Carlos, is taking over as soon as he finishes being stubborn about his knightly duties."

The boy laughed, he'd grown so used to just hearing people around him speak that everything about Fernandos accent made his sarcasm even funnier. "You're very experienced, Fernando"

"I am." He confirmed, meaning it in more ways than the innocent boy could imagine. As a ruler? Yes, of course. Killer? He supposes. Husband? To some extent. Sexually? Very.

"How long did you rule over Naples and Sicily?" He asked, eager to learn more about the mysterious man beside him

"Twenty-four years, I took over when I was eleven so my mother helped me rule until I was married off and began having children."

"Wow, I feel like I haven't done anything as prince" Lance laughed, tracing the neatly done sewing on the cloth he had on his lap "My father took over France at five, his mother helped him until he was thirteen as well, but sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be king."

"You could be my king." The Spaniard spoke calmly, not sure why Lance began to react the way he did

"Hm?" He questioned, unsure if he was understanding the mans accent correctly

"Be my king. I have no bride, nor do I have a groom." The man shrugged, watching as Lance's facial expression controrted "It is not the 16th century anymore, is normal to have two kings, Lancito."

Lance was aware that it'd become more normalized to see two men ruling side by side, a part of him had always yearned for the connection between a King and his King Consort but until now he'd figured it'd just been out of pure curiosity and a need to figure out the unknown

"Are you asking me to madry you, Fernando?" Lance asked, knowing it seemed obvious enough but he had to be sure, maybe this was just a Spanish thing.

"Consider it." Fernando spoke, holding Lance's hands in his own "Don't say no straight away, this will give us both what we want."

"I'm not sure my father would say yes-" Lance began, eyebrows furrowing as the Spaniard cut him off

"You're father likes me, I'm sure he'll be delighted to hear his son has been proposed to by none other than his greatest allies king."

"I know, I'm just not sure he'll be comfortable with me being so far from home." Lance's voice got quieter as he spoke, not wanting his words to upset the man before him

"I'll take you to visit every chance we get, it'll be like you never left." His voice softened, realizing that if he was to get the French Kings son to marry him he'd have to play nice.

"Well, then.." He dragged out his words, looking at their hands together before responding. There was such a drastic contrast between them, the Spaniards naturally tan and thicker hands making the boys pale and lanky hands seem even smaller. "I suppose" He finished, figuring he wouldn't find anyone better than the Spaniard. He'd seen his siblings get married to ugly and unjust aristocrats that he was relieved someone so kind was asking for his hand in marriage.

The taller mans lips curled, he quickly stood up and pulled Lance to him, the Frenchman leaving his coat on the bench beside where he'd sat before being greeted by the sudden feeling of lips on his.

It was embarrassing to think about how bad of a kisser he had to be. He just tried to follow Fernandos lead, fingers trailing over the gold detailing of his dresscoat as the kiss began to deepen, the kings hands finding their way to the boys waist to pull them even closer, bodies practically connected as Lance settled on the tips of his toes in order to make this easier.

Once Fernando pulled away Lance felt light headed, lips now puffy and red as he breathed harshly, covering his face from the man out of pure embarrassment.

"Do not hide from me, Lancito." He cooed, leaning over to pull the boys hands from his face, thumb brushing over his lips before he spoke again "te ves guapo" the king whispered, Lance unable to hold back a smile as he registered Fernandos words, face flushing a familiar pink as the man called him beautiful.

"We should get back" Lance said softly, face turning to meet the Spaniards gaze as his hands lingered on his chest

"You're right, I should probably ask for your fathers blessing, eh?" They laughed, the prince nodding as the older man grabbed a lantern, calmly finding the way back to the carriage

Fernando couldn't keep his hands off Lance during the short ride back, hand inching further up the boys thigh as his face got hotter, now hidden in the collar of his casaca. It was painfully obvious how inexperienced the boy was, Fernando wasn't sure what he'd done in his past life to deserve such a reward but he was beyond grateful.

It didn't progress past teasing touches, Fernando curious to see just how worked up he could get the boy before he disappeared back into the ballroom to speak to his father.

The answer was very, as they came to a stop outside the palace Lance couldn't hide the look of pure arousal on his face as he felt the Spaniards hands leave, whining at the feeling of his touch fading

"Fer..." He whispered, grabbing weakly onto the mans sleeves as he begged for just a little more

"Patience, let's see what your father says before continuing this, mi rey" Fernando negotiated, kissing the boys jaw softly before exiting the carriage, disappearing inside before Lance had the chance to follow behind.

"How have you been, Your majesty?" The King asked, earning a short response from his ally. "I've come to ask something of you, if you don't mind."

"Go ahead" Lawrence nodded, watching the Spaniard with curiousity

"I'd like to ask for your blessing, King Lawrence." He stated plainly, looking the man in front of him in the eyes "I'd like to make your son my King Consort."

Lawrence nodded right away, arm moving to pat the tanned mans back, smiling similarly to Lance "I'd love to give you my son, I'm shocked you felt the need to ask, Sire."

They both laughed, Lawrence's practically coming from his stomach as he closed his eyes, Fernando returning a short, knowing, and dry laugh.

Lance wandered back into the ballroom, greeted with a light hug from his mother, it wasn't normal in his family for her to show affection to him like this so he was almost worried something had gone wrong but as soon as he saw Lawrence and Fernando side by side he knew what'd happened, he was now set to marry the King of Spain.

#f1 #formula 1 #lance stroll #fernando alonso #aston martin #ls18 #strollonso #fa14 #crazy in love au #royalty au #1700s #spanish empire #french empire #evil king #innocent prince #opposites attract #innocence kink lowkey #idk if im gonna write smut for this #power imbalance #height difference #swapped heights #f1 au #strollonso au #rpf #fanfic #alternate universe #real person fiction #fan fiction #f1 rpf #lance is so naive

[willowcrowned]

ryan reynolds is one of the better options for a celebrity on tumblr since he’s more likely to be normal about the bizarre fan content this website is built on but so help me GOD if any other mainstream celebrities come here I don’t know how I’m going to cope

#the whole POINT of tumblr is that this is a place celebrities don’t come #I hate the new era of internet where fans are on the same networks as celebrities #if they want to come into fan spaces then fine they’re welcome to do so #but the total lack of boundary between fan and celebrity is. disturbing #I don’t even like people knowing my name in real life #why would I want a real person knowing I wrote fiction about a character they play getting down and dirty #ryan reynolds

[for-the-love-of-javert]

Javert fans, don't bite me for this, but........

I came across a post on tumblr this evening from a mental health blog and the details of the post got me thinking about Javert, his personality and they way he chose to live his life. As someone who is studying mental health with plans to eventually become a counsellor/psychotherpist I found it interesting and I'm wondering what other Javert lovers think of this idea.

I know Javert is a fictional character but I think this could be an interesting discussion subject. Also it seems less harmful imo to speculate about a fictional character than a real person. Do any of you think it's likely that Javert had Schizoid Personality Disorder?

I'm not sure and haven't researched into whether or not this would have been a thing back in the late 1700's/1800's. I just wanted to ask you guys what you thought of this idea. There was just something in the info about SPD that made sense to me when it comes to Javert and his isolated life away from his work, the fact that he had no real friends, no family and so on.

#javert #javert's personality #could he have had schizoid personality disorder #schizoid personality disorder #spd #i know he's fictional but better to speculate about a fictional character than a real person #les miserables #les mis #les mis discussion #javert discussion #i just wanted to know what other javert fans think of this idea #me late night brainstorming

[pro-sipper]

What do proshippers generally believe about shipping real people? Stuff like creator x creator or celebrity x reader?

That it falls under the umbrella of "you should be allowed to write anything you want". Once again, it's not my personal thing. There's no real life pairing I read for, and the whole "blank x reader" is not appealing to me at all.

But I have no problem with people writing that stuff, or knowing it's out there. I saw someone a while back say that it's basically just writing about another character, and I agree with that. No matter how much a creator posts or how open a celebrity seems with their personal life, we're still only seeing a tiny snippet of their lives. We have no clue who they are when the cameras aren't recording because we just don't know them. And whatever someone chooses to write about is mostly stemming from that particular persona that they happen to put on for the world and that's it. It's completely separate from our reality because they're basically just writing about another made up character

The problem I have, and it's what I imagine most proshippers also take issue with, is when people start blurring the lines between fiction and reality. To me, there's a world of difference between posting something on ao3, and speculating on secret relationships in the comments of someone's youtube video. Or between talking about something on tumblr, and tagging the person directly on twitter.

I just don't understand people who condemn rpf and talk about how gross and invasive it is, but think it's funny to tag celebrities on twitter to bring up (what they think is) cringe-worthy fanfic tropes that people have written them into. Or people who print out fanworks to shove into an actor's face at a meet and greet and ask them what they think about it. That's where the lines get crossed, to me.

I think ao3 and tumblr still have an air of mysticism to them. A little secrecy, a little privacy. In the sense that someone in the public eye would have to put in a little work to find this stuff for themselves. They'd have to go to the site and search themselves up to find anything. As opposed to just about anyone in the world being able to force this content in their line of sight with a simple @ on a site like twitter.

So to me the problem isn't that this content exists. The problem is when people don't know how to keep fandom stuff private. Write all the rpf you want but remember at the end of the day these are real people, not your blorbos. You don't know them. It's inappropriate to say these things to them personally (which yes, also includes tagging them on twitter or in the comments of their videos). But it's also inappropriate to run up to them with other people's content just to say "look what these FREAKS wrote about you!!" And I think people either forget or just genuinely don't care about the latter.

#proship #proshippers #pro ship #proshippers please interact #proshipper #proshipping #rpf #real person fiction #asks #anonymous #sip rambles #i know its so much crazier in this day and age than when i was a kid #with social media and stupid stuff like tiktok basically being a requirement of the job it seems #and celebs posting constantly and having a quick way to interact with fans #or content creators whose entire brand exists on social media apps like tiktok #who seem to be posting 24/7 and broadcasting their whole lives #and i know most of those types of creators mostly have younger followers who probably do very easily get sucked into #feeling like they know that person like thats their friend #and i also dont think that type of creator really discourages those feelings bc... they want followers and $$$ #but idk just write your fic and read it or dont do either and just leave celebs alone irl please please please

[chaoticgood-munson]

Afterglow - Joe Quinn x Fem!Reader

Hi

This is my first Joe Quinn fic. Please take it easy on me

I just want to say thank you to @icallhimjoey, @ghostinthebackofyourhead, and @mybffjoe for the encouraging words and advice. I love you guys

Based off the song Afterglow by Ed Sheeran

This is an RPF so please don't read if that makes you uncomfortable

Word count: 2k

Joe felt a gentle pressure running along the bridge of his nose in light strokes, the soft touch beginning to wake him up. He let out a tired hum while his eyes started to crack open, vision blurry as they tried to adjust from his heavy slumber. The first thing he saw was your silhouette sitting in front of him as his eyes began to focus, your shape and features getting clearer in just a few seconds before everything sharpened and he was looking at you clearly now. 

A lazy, tired smile was placed on Joe’s lips briefly as he took the sight of you in. You were in one of his shirts, hanging off one of your shoulders where he could see your soft skin that he wanted to bite into but was too tired to actually do anything about it just yet. Joe loved you in his clothes. Behind you, the curtains to the window were open, and you were blocking the harsh shine of the sun from his eyes, causing a halo effect to dance off your hair in a way that made his heart nearly leap to his throat and feel as if time had stood still.

You were so goddamn beautiful.

“Good morning,” you greeted warmly, softly, your fingers leaving Joe’s nose to caress his cheek and your thumb now running along his cheekbone.

That seemed to make the world turn once again, bringing Joe out of his daze and he was suddenly not too tired anymore. He turned his head to quickly place a chaste kiss into your palm before he suddenly took hold of your wrist and pulled you to him, making you giggle as you tumbled into his chest while he wrapped an arm around you to bring you closer. Brushing his lips against yours, he mumbled a raspy, sleep-filled “Morning” before capturing your lips in a kiss, humming from the taste of coffee you’d been sipping on moments ago.

“I made you coffee,” you tried to get out, but Joe was making it quite difficult to speak with the way his lips tried to meld themselves to your own while he breathed you in through his nose.

“It can wait,” he breathed out between kisses, pulling you closer to him before he was rolling the two of you over so you were now under him, your head pressed against your pillow. It made a delightfully surprised noise escape you into the kiss, causing Joe’s lips to quirk up in a playful grin while trailing hot kisses down your jaw to your neck.

A content sigh fell from your lips at the feeling, a hand finding its way into Joe’s curly hair and scraping your nails lightly into his scalp. It sent a shiver down his spine and a small groan to leave him and vibrate into your warm skin. 

“It’ll get cold.” But you were taking Joe’s face into your hands and bringing his soft lips back to yours and kissing him with just as much love and urgency as he was giving you.

“That’s okay,” Joe assured you, softly nipping at your bottom lip. “You like cold coffee anyway.”

You hummed in agreement, but still tried to insist, “Yeah, but you hate-”

“Just need to kiss you for a little longer.” It was breathy and needy and so damn hot. His hand, the one that wasn’t cupping your neck while his thumb drew back and forth along your jawline, slid down your side before firmly taking a hold of your thigh and hooking it up and around his hip. It gave him room to press his hips deliciously into yours and caused you to moan into the kiss that Joe happily swallowed before he was letting out a huff of hot air against your lips when he did it again.

And you met Joe’s hips every time, starting slow and lazy but becoming more steady and desperate with each roll. “T-This,” you let out a small whine from the friction. “This doesn’t feel like just kissing, Joey.” But you weren’t complaining. Far from it, actually.

“Promise it’s just kissing,” Joe mumbled an assurance into your lips, stilling his hips but keeping them pressed to yours before leaning his head back, away from the kiss to look down at you. His eyes danced along your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and wet lips that had turned a slightly darker shade of pink from the ferocity of your kiss. 

Fucking stunning.

Joe let out a whine from his throat when he sighed through his nostrils before diving back in, planting kisses against your lips in shallow, open-mouthed smooches. It made your brain feel fuzzy, giggling from his antics and bringing your hands to his cheeks. You loved the way his stubble scratched against your fingertips, dragging your thumbs along the light scruff. His hand left your thigh and dragged back up your body, tracing along your curves before making its way up to your hair and cradling the back of your head. He pulled away once again, just so he could see your beautiful face. 

“I love you so much,” he told you through an exhale, words full of adoration and disbelief. Disbelief at the fact that he called you his and you called him yours. It didn’t matter to Joe how long the two of you had been together, he would never let go of this feeling, holding on tighter to it for as long as you would let him. 

With one last, deep kiss, Joe pulled away to roll off the bed before looking for a shirt in the dresser. He didn’t give you a chance to ask where he was going. “M’making breakfast. Your favorite.” Grabbing the coffee you had set down for him on the bedside table, poured into his favorite mug, he took a sip and moaned appreciatively at the taste while leaving the bedroom.

You sat up in bed as you watched Joe leave, feeling flustered from just moments ago. Eyes lingering on the spot where Joe had just been sleeping, you ran your hand along the warm sheets. Music started playing softly from the kitchen, the chords of a familiar song flowing through the spaces of your home. It made you feel as if a blanket were being wrapped around you, or Joe’s arms. You’d accept the ladder more than the former. But he was in the kitchen right now, so the best you could do was lie back down and curl yourself in a blanket that smelled like him with your head resting on his pillow that also had his scent, clouding your senses with Joe.

It was definitely going to be one of those days. You’d confirmed it the moment you’d woken up. Joe was usually the one to wake up before you, but he’d just gotten home from traveling for work and you knew he needed to stay asleep for a little longer than normal while you’d made him his coffee. It was going to be just the two of you today. No phones, no TV, no disturbances. This was a normal occurrence in your relationship, to let yourselves forget about the world and just be wrapped up in each other’s presence, each other’s love.  

“Babe!” You hadn’t realized you were falling asleep until Joe was calling for you, making you nearly jump out of your skin from the suddenness. “Come here!”

His tone confused you, mixed with excitement and wonder. After slowing your racing heart, you called back, “What is it?”

“Just get over here!”

“Okay, okay,” you laughed. Untangling yourself from the blankets and hopping out of the bed, you grabbed your own mug of coffee that was on the same bedside table as Joe’s had been before making your way out of your shared bedroom and to the kitchen to see what Joe had been so adamant about you seeing.

As soon as you entered the kitchen, Joe was coming up to you to stand behind you and covered your eyes with his hands. “Joe, what-”

“Just…just let me do this,” he cut off your worries with a kiss to your shoulder blade as he guided you around the kitchen. It made your heart flutter, so you obeyed. A second later, you were standing still. “You ready?”

“Joe,” you laughed breathily at the silliness of it all.

“Are you?” he asked, still not taking his hands from your eyes.

“Yes, yes! Just show me!”

Without another word, Joe was removing his hands from your eyes so you could finally see what he had been so excited about. You were standing in front of the window above your kitchen sink, looking out to the little garden just outside. The sudden brightness caused your eyes to screw briefly before trying to open them again. The brightness coming through the window wasn’t from the sun, but from the half foot of white that covered the ground and fall leaves. 

“It’s snowing,” Joe told you as if you weren’t looking at the same thing he was. You could hear the smile in his voice. “The first snowfall of the year.”

You let out a breath as you looked around the garden through the kitchen window in wonder. It didn’t matter how often you had seen snow over the years of your life, the first snowfall of the season would always leave you breathless.

You loved when it would snow. When you were younger, but especially now. It made the world quieter and these days with Joe feel all the more special. All you could think about was getting back into bed with him, back under the covers while keeping one another warm as you kissed lazily. Joe would more than likely open one of his favorite books and read to you. It would easily lull you to sleep, hearing his soothing voice, your head resting in his lap while his hand that wasn’t holding the book traced along your neck absently. 

Joe watched you intently, watching as your eyes grew bigger in awe while watching fat snowflakes fall from the sky and land on the ground. He loved the snow as well, but what he loved more was the way you loved it. He loved the way you would pull him to bed on a day just like this with the intent of staying curled in the blankets and his arms, loved that you wore his sweaters and sweatpants around the house more often during this season to stay warm, and he especially loved sitting in front of the fireplace as he read a book out loud for the both of you to enjoy while you would slowly fall asleep with your head in his lap.

It was his home.

You were his home.

The soft voice of Samuel Beam drew Joe from his thoughts and back to now as the song ‘Flightless Bird, American Mouth’ filled the kitchen. And if Joe didn’t know a perfect moment when he saw one. His heart swelled, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pressing a kiss into your hair as he started to sway with you to the song. He hummed the lyrics absently, feeling your arms cover over his around your middle.

Joe grinned, taking your hand and turning you around until you were now facing him. You gasped softly at the sudden action before being replaced with a bubbly laugh when Joe brought you close to him once more as he started to dance with you to the song. Your heart fluttered for the love you had for this man, resting your head against his chest as Joe held you close while singing along softly.

This is exactly where the two of you wanted to be, the atmosphere radiating in your love as it seemed to pour out of you both. Listening to one another’s hearts, each other’s breaths. The rest of the world didn’t matter, only this moment. 

Joe’s arm tightened around your waist, pulling you closer so you could feel his heart beat with yours, feel the heat of his fiery love that seeped through to your skin and into your bones until you were burning just as bright for him. The words didn’t need to be said, not now, not when you could feel yourselves holding tightly to this feeling.

And you would hold onto it your entire lives.

#joe quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fan fiction #joseph quinn fanfiction #joe quinn rpf #joseph quinn rpf #rpf #joe quinn #joe quinn x reader #joseph quinn fic #songfic #song fic #writing #my writing #fanfiction #real person fiction

[gokupowers]

feel like modern Dave writers/kins forget he's hussies self insert and written to be totally fucking lame in canon bc hussie was a 25 year old loser living in his parents basement making anti SJW rage comics at the time . dave strider is an awesome character but he is genuinely so fucking embarrassingly lame and a loser and it's a beautiful thing & we need to remember our roots #makedavelameagain

#homestuck #dave #i like think in general it's crazy cuz i see a lot of dave kins acting overly cool/nonchalant/taking on his personality when hes literally #insufferable and slightly pathetic like i like him sooo much and hes such a loser . hes my little loser but like. dave strider in Homestuck #if he was real . hes the kind of guy i would have bullied in highschool #being purposefully chill comes across as trying really hard and really embarassing . #idk i think its bc everyone who has some kind of parental abuse/trauma relates to him but not actually his personality so instead they go #out of their way to emulate his personality. without realizing they are emulating one of the lamest fictional characters in existence. #like . its okay to have your own personality ❤️ you dont have to act hard youre literally a homestuck fan . #sometimes its jist silly cuz you want me to believe you get bitches ? you ? a homesyuck fan? a Homestuck fan? a Homestuck fan? #be so serious. its mostly chronically online teenagers doing this now ig but its like baby learn from the past . be better. choose a #brighter future. i guarantee you . hoes do not want dave strider they want a normal compassionate young man/woman/whatever

[luckydcooking]

The stans really out here saying that they should normalize having that so-call moth be their comfort character?.. man am I glad to have left that fandom a long time ago because I knew that things were getting really bad and chaotic. I had to leave for the sake of my own sanity. I don't want to hear anything about because of past traumas to use it as a coping mechanism. That is no damn excuse! you don't use a character who chronically rapes and does it for pleasure as a coping mechanism! what type of reality do those fans live in??

A bunch of fucking sick freaks who I'd gladly throw in prison for life..

#hazbin hotel critical #vivziepop critical #these are the same fans who'd cry/care and feel bad for a fictional character than a real person and that's disturbing

[malavera]

Low Profile (18+), pt. ii — Tom Cruise

↳ you’re a successful singer who’s secretly a Sugar Baby to the biggest movie star, Tom Cruise.

summary: 2 months earlier before hell went loose, you and Tom went to Lake Como for a small getaway to enjoy yourselves.

pairings: Tom Cruise x Singer!Reader

warnings: undisclosed relationship, mature content, fluff, smut, public (but secluded) oral f/receiving, squirting, age gap (reader is 25 tom is 59), pet names (princess), dd/lg elements, daddykink.

w.c: 2891

a/n: please do keep in mind that THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, any places mentioned, time and events are all fiction. I do not own tom cruise (i wish i do). this series will contain 18+ contents most of the time, minors DNI!

read part 1 here

“What do you have in mind?” His deep raspy voice mumbled through the phone on your ear. Your hands playing with the hem of your dress, your eyes darted back and forth watching the situation in the studio peeking from your sunglasses as you think to yourself what would be the perfect place to getaway from all of this workload. Every once in a while people would need to get away and heal just for a good hour before they go back to face the reality ahead of them.

Then you remembered, you’ve always wanted to visit Lake Como in Italy. You’ve seen pictures of it from Pinterest or Tumblr, how wonderful and seemed so magnificently magical. It’s almost too good to be true. A week later you told your manager how you needed to fix yourself a getaway, alone. She offered to come with you, but you politely declined as you assured that you’d be going with a very dear friend of yours. You also wished that you have a full day off, you don’t want to be bothered, nor the internet needs to be informed about your whereabouts.

Here you are, head on his broad shoulders, snuggling around his arms on your way towards the hangar for to get on his private jet. The smell of his signature fragrance breeze lightly through your nose—felt like being at home. The warmth that he projects, the touches, the sweet words it’s nobody’s fault if your heart desires to wish for more, more than what you have right now.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry, but it’s just for 15 seconds. Okay?” The first 3 months were fine, you were intrigued by the excitement—the feelings were mutual while it lasted. Now, it aches your heart as you watch him handing your sunglasses and your scarf to cover up your face. As if on default, your body reacted normally and quickly put on the disguise. Tom, of course, is not stupid. He knows you’re starting to hate these kind of things, but he couldn’t help it any other way. He’s aware about the danger to this relationship if it breaks out to the world, and little did you know—he’s not thinking of himself out there, he’s thinking about you. He knows the majority of your fanbase across the world will look at you with a side eye, at least their parents would as the majority of your fans are younger age.

Tom always finds a way to distract you from your own thoughts, Throughout the long flight, you both pretty much enjoyed yourselves with you warming his cock. Having his hard cock inside your cunt without doing anything for a good 15 minutes to, even possible, 1 hour, is one of many things that is your favorite when you’re with him. Aside from he could just fuck you right there, you feel more connected as he’d get vulnerable with you—for some reason, maybe he felt connected with you more though no pun intended. He’d excitedly talk about his upcoming movie projects, and you’d ask him about his old movie projects for example; You had a movie with Brad Pitt and I read that you complained he had a bad odor, was it so bad? When it was your turn to talk about something, he couldn’t really give you time to talk about anything because when it was your turn, he’d find you adorable explaining all of your big singer gig and music project he couldn’t help but to thrust his hips slightly here and there—that’s where you’d get flustered, fisting his dress shirt and have your eyes fluttered shut feeling his cock.

Turning off the hairdryer, you softly place it back to where it belongs before you brush your thick hair smoothing them out. You sighed to yourself, applying chapstick to your plump lips then joining him in the bedroom as he laid there shirtless with only a jogger around his hips, arms crossed behind his arms flexing his chest watching the local channel. Of course, he owns a Villa here and you couldn’t feel more happier, safe, and content for it is his private manor, and no one would bother both of you.

Unwrapping your robe to reveal your bare breasts and a soft pink panties, Tom peeked to stare at you with a tiny smirk on his face as well as yours. He loves it when you’re almost naked as it gave him easier access to play with your breasts while cuddling. You sighed pulling the blankets up, Tom uncross his arms behind his neck shifting into an open invitation to cuddle against his chest.

“What do you want to do first thing in the morning?” He mumbled in your hair, kissing your head.

“Mm, I don’t know. You be my tour guide, daddy.” You mumbled out an answer while rubbing your eyes with your knuckles. Tom chuckled and went to kiss your forehead,

“You feel so soft, baby. You smell good too.” His big calloused hands went wandering around your body, caressing your arms then to your collarbone, down to your chest—massaging your breasts. A smile formed on your face with your eyes closed.

"I'm tired, Daddy. Can we do this in the morning?"

Tom smiled, "Alright, baby. Get some sleep, I'm here, I'm not going to leave you."

Your heart melts in your chest, your smile falters slowly, you could only pray to god that despite the undisclosed relationship and how wrong it is, you hoped that there comes a day where you could be flaunted in his arms to the world as you could finally say it's me and you against them.

Of course, you didn’t plan this little getaway trip only to feel melancholy and other things that you shouldn’t be overthinking. You’re with him, and that’s all that matters. Morning came by pretty soon that you thought, you woke up to a smell of the burnt Blueberry Pancakes and a hint of the sweet maple syrup. You peek one eye open before adjusting your blurry vision to reveal he had prepared a tray full of breakfast. You gently rub your eyes before sitting up to look around the room for him, you noticed how he opens the door to the balcony—the breezy wind breezes into the room, that unfamiliar fresh air runs through your nose giving your heart at ease. A note was propped against the cup of coffee as it reads,

Out for a small meeting with McQ, be back before you know it.

Of course, everywhere he goes, he would have his crew around with him. You huff in annoyance, crumbling the piece of paper and toss it away. You thought this would be only just the two of you, away from the reality like you wished to. It’s a bad trip already, you thought. You tried to not let your annoyance gets in the way of you and him enjoying this trip, but you couldn’t help it, either way you’d be a brat.

Sitting outside of the Vila at the backyard that leads straight to the beautiful lake, just need to take a couple of steps down and you’d have your own private swimming pool. You plan on getting in the water but Tom just came back and better yet, he’s talking on the phone while you sit there, annoyed, with your legs crossed while flipping through Vogue.

“Do you want to see the market? They’ve got good spots and you can take your Instagram pictures.” Once he hung up his phone, he placed it down on the clear glass rounded table and pulling his chair closer to you.

“No, I won’t be posting any pictures.” You mumbled.

“Okay, how about a small cafe not far from here? It’s my favorite they’ve got-”

“McQ or anyone of your crew’s going to be there?” Tom clamped his mouth shut receiving your snap. You’re upset, tilting your head biting your tongue in the corner of your mouth staring at him while your hands kept flipping the magazine pages on your lap.

Tom’s shoulders slumped, a soft sigh escaped from his lips. He understood why you’re giving him attitude, it was his fault anyway. “Princess,” Oh he’s calling you using your favorite pet names now huh.

“I know you’re upset, you have every right to be. But, you don’t have to worry about anything, they’re not staying. Even if they are, I promise you they won’t be in our away..” Tom coaxed, wrapping his hands behind your knees as he kneeled in front of you. You kept your ground, your lips pursed still in annoyance.

Tom sighed once again before he put himself back om his seat. “How about this,” He started. You turned your attention from the view to him. “You’ll have full control of my phone, for these 3 days. I’m all yours, Princess—I promise.” Tom assured, pushing his chin down, his eyes burning into yours.

“How does that sound to you?” You tried to suppress a smile but fail either way, your arms slowly uncrossed before nodding your head vigorously.

“That sounds like a deal, Daddy.” Bright smile displayed on his face before you jumped to sit on his lap, hugging him.

"Come on, let's go for a swim."

At last you could finally feel at ease, throwing your head back, a sunglasses perched on the bridge of your nose, your elbows propped to support your body relaxing on the ground. Striking a pose for your Sugar Daddy as he took the photo using your phone, a smile on his face as words of encouragement sounded from his lips. Your heart felt giddy in the moment watching him act like a paparazzi taking your pictures, it's a hot day outside but both of you didn't mind it at all.

"Here, Princess." Tom handed you your phone as you gently set it down beside your stuff.

"Come on, let's jump into the water. Get on my back."

"Uhm- Are you sure? I think it's pretty deep, besides it's been a while since I went swimming, I'm afraid my body forgets how to float." Tom laughs shaking his head before he grabs you by your hand pulling you up to stand on your feet.

"Don't worry, Princess. You'll have me, just hold on to me. I promise you, it's shallow, you'll land on your feet."

Boy, that was such a big fat lie once you get on his back as he jumped into the lake with your eyes screwed very shut. As both of you dived into the water, your legs tried to find the bottom where he said you could land on your feet but failed because the lake was not shallow. You swam up to the surface with your heart thumping in your chest, gasping a breath before Tom follows.

"YOU LIED!"

"SEE, YOU FLOAT! There's no way your body forgot how to." Tom laughed.

You grunted, splashing the water at him. "It's not funny! What if my body did forgot how to float?!" You exaggerate. Tom is still laughing, wiping his face before he swims closer to you, holding your body.

"You're silly, that wouldn't happen, you big baby."

The water was mineral clear, it was cold but it felt nice against your skin. You and Tom basically became kids again, at least for him. You both had a challenge who could hold their breaths longer, play tags, goofing around until you didn't realize it's almost afternoon. You swam towards the steps as Tom follows behind you. Setting your palm against the surface to lift yourself out from the water, before sitting down on it.

"What do you think we should eat?" You asked, gathering your wet hair before squeezing the water out.

"I have something in mind." His voice low, his hands set on your knees, spreading them gently as in default, you adjusted your seating position and Your elbows propped on the higher steps.

"I want a taste of this." His thumb went to caress your soaked bikini, a smile pulled on your face.

"Here?"

"Mhmm.." Tom nodded his head, his eyes set on your pussy before his hands went to untie your bottom. You help him by lifting your ass up as it would be easier for him to discard the clothing off from your hips. He tossed it behind you as it landed on the ground, turning your head back to watch him get in between your legs. Tom puts your legs on his shoulder, his fingertips went to caress your naked pussy—teasing your clit.

"Mm, Daddy.. Do you think it's a good idea to do this? What if someone sneak into your manor and took pictures of us?" A worry started to rush inside you, you know it won't happen but you like to overthink the unthinkable situation, as it didn't even happen.

"No need to worry about anything, Princess. Now, shh. Let daddy have a taste." Tom mumbles before he dives into your flesh, his tongue gliding from the bottom to the top, as he sucked on your clit. A gasp earned from your plump list, as your head throws back, your eyes fluttered shut rolling to the back of your head. His tongue game is definitely something, it never fails to bring you the euphoria.

Especially now, the thought of being watched by someone, whoever hides behind the bushes or the walls, or even if there's a helicopter passing by—watching the way Tom Cruise eats the young singer's pussy in the pooling steps, somehow excites you know. The worries had gone away, consciously you challenge anybody out there to watch you getting eaten out. He nestled against your thighs as his hands caress your waist before they wander up to your breasts giving them a massage.

"Oh fuck, daddy.. That felt so good.. Please give me more." You whine out a plea. Tom pulled his face away from your pussy, his eyes bore into yours as you watch him gather his saliva using his fingers before he glides them over your pussy.

"Tell me you need my fingers to cum." Tom growled, flicking his fingers against your clit.

You squeaked, your thighs almost clamped against each other but Tom stopped them. "I need your fingers to cum, daddy. Please!" You moaned.

A smirk on his face, shoving two fingers inside your cunt earning out a loud gasp from you. Tom started to curl his fingers at a slow pace, moans escaped from your throat, your hips started to move to create more friction, you spread your legs wider—if you could watch yourself, this is such a porno situation. But, you love it. You watched the way his bicep flex as he shove his fingers inside you. His eyebrows scrunched in concentration, eager to get something out of you.

Tom increased the pace of his fingers, before he dives back into your pussy playing with your clit using his tongue. Porn sounds watered down from your lips, you couldn't stop staring at the way his jaw moves up and down sucking in your pussy, the familiar tight knot feeling appears in your stomach and Tom knows you're almost reaching for your orgasm.

"Come on, princess." Tom growled against your pussy, the boom from his voice sends vibration through your body, his tongue flicking nonstop.

"Shit! Daddy!" You shrieked, your legs lifted straight up in the air, your thighs shook and with one final glide from his warm tongue, his face are greeted with a spray from your pussy as you squirted out your orgasm. Tom moaned drinking in your fluid, his fingers still thrusting inside you as you ride out your orgasm.

Fuck, I just squirted out to the lake, You thought. Tom must've read your mind as he is taking in the way your eyes widened, your chest heaves, your eyes stares away to the lake. He lets out a small laugh before wiping his face.

"Come on now, Princess. Let's get you something to eat."

Memorizing it as you swiped through the pictures in your phone, you couldn't help but ache. You miss him, it's been 2 weeks and he's back into his reality. Busy as ever, he barely texts you nor call you. You have to understand though, after all,

You don't think he's really yours.

"Y/N, there's a package for you. Here." Your manager came into your room, setting down a medium sized box on your table. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion as you set down your phone to reach for the box.

"Who is it from?" She asked, nudging her head.

A note was attached to it as it read,

I know you miss me,

here's something to keep you company for a while. — D

The way your lips tugged to each corner your Manager got the hint as it is probably from someone very dear to you. She rolls her eyes with a silly smile before leaving you alone, shutting the door on her way out. You bit your lip once you hear the doors closed, unwrapping the ribbon on the box.

A gasp sounded from your lips, a silly smile plastered shaking your head side to side.

"Such a naughty old man."

It's a replica of his cock as a dildo.

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[bandtrees]

Annoying fandom people when you tell them characters do things based on writers’ decisions and biases and are not fully autonomous sapient beings they’re watching in a terrarium

#babbles #this is in general an ideal i hold very close in fandom stuff but like especially abt wc cuz that fandom sucks with this #i hate warriors fans so much it’s unreal. it’s not ‘these writers have weird ideas about what is romantic’ but ‘this character is toxic!!1’ #boiling down what can be a meaningful discussion about abuse and patriarchal standards into a purely blorbobrained character argument #about in universe traits like these characters are real and we need to give them counseling #because having the 500th soapbox about bramblestar or nightheart or whoever being abusive makes you feel progressive #like. i'd love to discuss for instance the misogynistic standards that the erins have as writers and how that affects their work. #i dont however care to discuss which Fictional Cat For Ten Year Olds is the most Problematic. bc that does nothing #reminds me of that tweet abt like the fatphobic trope of chars being depressed or hitting a low point and being fat slobs #and ppl came in waves like 'no it makes sense because he was depressed and xyz etc etc' like we're discussing a real person #and not constructs made by writers that show fatphobic ideologies. missed the point so hard dude. #less 'character does this' more 'writer made the character do this'. not even in criticism but in discussing themes etc etc

[squorttle-pox]

I would just like to aggressively kindly remind fans that harassing other fans, cosplayers, or actors in ANY WAY is totally uncool.

#hazbin hotel #but it applies to all fandoms!! #in this case tho im referencing how ppl go after anyone #mentioning or liking the character (not personality or actions of) or taking part in the creation of the character #valentino #as in #hazbin hotel valentino #HE IS A SHITTY PERSON #HE IS IN HELL FOR A REASON #but that is fiction #you mustnt harp on people who enjoy his character in a meta sense #and you CERTAINLY mustnt harp on all the wonderful talents who worked so hard to bring him to life #enjoying ≠ condoning #yes im referring to everyone harassing the valentino cosplayers at cons #juat stop it #please get a grip #and learn to differentiate between fiction and reality #if you refuse to even mention him or have a conversation about him because youre so scared of the idea of liking/accidentally supporting him #then please do some internal reflecting #because its characters like valentino who allow us to explore these VERY REAL VERY MUCH EXISTING IN OUR WORLD peopl #and avoiding the topic entirely is not how anyone should approach it #dont bury your head in the sand #and dont assume anyone who doesnt bury their head or calls themself a valentino fan/says hes their fav character #is at all condoning what these characters do in-universe #theres a difference #please learn it #thank you for coming to my ted talk #fandom etiquette #anti harassment

[scrollonso]

idk how it’s gonna sound butttt… a new au where lance is single dad and nando is a stepdad 🥹 i’m dead every time i get to see nando with children GIVE THIS MAN A KID😭

TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST,, rn it's just a little blurb but I might make it a little more once i finish First Kiss 😭 (1.5k words)

Lance pulled into their new driveway, his daughter screaming excitedly behind him

"We're here, Lilah, wanna look at your new room before we take in groceries?" He said, not really meaning the we, a three year old girl wasn't much help.

"Yes, please!" She shouted, signing please on her chest. Lance had made sure to teach her sign language before she learned to properly speak, before she was born he had joined a "mummy and me" facebook group looking for help and that was one of the many things he was told to do.

Lance hummed, turning off the car and going back to take Delilah out of her carseat, helping her step out of the car before heading inside.

It was a gorgeous house in a safe neighbourhood, Lance figured as she got older living in a one bedroom apartment would get harder and harder so as soon as he had the chance he asked his best friend Esteban for help in house hunting and eventually moving the furniture in. Delilah's mom decided she didn't want to be in her life almost right agter giving birth to her, it had been scary, being a single dad at 22, but he had such a great support system and an even greater little girl.

"Come on, daddy" She spoke, snapping him out of his thoughts as she tugged on his pants leg

"Yes, yes, let's go baby" Lance smiled, quick to swoop her up and carry her upstairs to her bedroom, already adorned with all of her favourite things. The walls were painted a pale blue with cloud lights hanging from the ceiling, at the apartment they had before she was always sneaking out to play outside so he hoped making her room feel outside would limit that.

"This is mine, daddy?" She asked, looking away from all the toys, books, and stuffed animals to face her dad

"Yes, princess, all yours" He nodded, not able to help the wide grin on his face as hers lit up

"Thank you, daddy!" She signed again, holding her arms up to her dad to ask for a hug, he was quick to accept, squeezing her tight as she giggled

"You can play up here while I bring in groceries, okay? Then I'll make you lunch" He pulled away, the little girl nodding and running to the toy chest in the corner of her room to see what was in it as Lance made his way downstairs.

He finally finished putting away the gorceries, wandering back upstairs to ask Delilah what she wanted

"Lilah, are you hungry?" He spoke before walking into the room, startled at the emptiness "Lilah?" He called again, now beginning to panic at the absence of his daughter.

Delilah peeked past a tall white fence, eyes locking on a man who was laying down in the sun, he looked like he was sleeping

"Excuse me?" She spoke, the small voice causing the man to open his eyes

"Hello, sweetie" He spoke, sitting up and shooting her a puzzled look, wondering where she came from. He could tell by the change of her expression that she'd never head an accent like his before

"My daddy said laying in the sun causes you to get red and hurt" She spoke matter-of-factly

"Your daddy sounds very smart, where are your mommy and daddy now?" He asked, now a little concerned

"My daddy is in the kitchen, mommy left"

Fernando tried to hide his shock at the bluntness of the little girl, just nodding at her words

"I see, where is your kitchen?"

"In my new house!" She said with emotion for the first time "Me and my daddy just moved in, he painted my walls blue and i have clouds in my rooms sky!"

He couldn't help but smile at the talkative little girl, part of him worried at how quickly she was to be comfortable around a stranger

"Do you remember which house is yours?"

"Uhm..." She trailed off, tapping a finger on her chin before swiftly shaking her head and muttering a nuh-uh

Fernando nodded, standing up from his chair and holding out his hand "Let me help you find it"

"My daddy said I shouldn't go places with strangers"

The Spaniard couldn't help but laugh, this little girl wandered into his backyard and now that he was trying to return her she was worried about him being a stranger

"I pinky promise I'm nice, I just don't want your poor daddy worrying about you, sweetie"

"My daddy isn't poor! My poppy says we have all the money"

"Of course, Sorry for assuming" Fernando smiled down at her, crouching and holding out his hand "Now, how about we get you back to your rich daddy?"

She furrowed her eyebrows, her small thinking face was extremely endearing. She held out her pinky to the strangers hand "Pinky promise you're not mean"

He locked pinkies with her right away, shaking their hands a little bit before standing up "I pinky promise"

"Okay!" She smiled, grabbing onto two of the mans fingers as they walked, Fernando almost not noticing how she was just staring up at him

"You need to look for your daddy, not at me, sweetie"

"You're handsome, do you wanna meet my daddy?"

"Do I-" He laughed, shaking his head at the little girls comment as he picked her up "Let's focus on getting you home"

Lance was horrified, he checked every room in the house before realizing he didn't shut the door after bringing groceries in, leaving the house to see the white gate was open too

"Fuck, oh my god." He muttered under his breath, trying to stop himself from pulling his hair out as he look around the yards and sidewalks nearby. Delilah was smart, she was cautious most of the time so he knew she wouldn't have crossed the street without a hand to hold but he also knew she was way too friendly

"Daddy!" He heard a voice call after what felt like forever, his head turned to the voice and before he knew it he was scooping her up from the strangers arms, hardly acknowledging him

"God, Lilah, You can't do this now that we have a new house, I had no idea where you where."

"I met a nice man, daddy! He's just like those guys you call cute in the movies!"

Lance had to stop himself from covering her mouth, taking a deep breath before turning to the man

"I'm so-" Fuck. Delilah was so right. He was just like the guys he calls cute in the movies, he was gorgeous, Lance almost collapsed at the sight of the brunette man in front of him

"I'm Fernando" The older man spoke, holding a hand out to the young dad "I live two houses down"

"Hi, I'm Lance" He smiled, taking the (audibly) Spanish mans hand with no hesitation "Thank you so much for bringing her back, please don't think badly about me this doesn't usually happen" He tried to laugh it off to hide his embarrassment

"Is okay, she was great company."

"Are your kids older?" Lance asked, figuring that since the man was so amazing with Delilah right away he mustve beem a dad

"I wish, no, Is just me"

"Oh" Lance nodded, hoping his excitement wasn't visible

"Daddy, he's single!" The little girl whispered (very loudly), Fernando smiling at the pair

"Lilah, You can't just-" He began to speak

"Are you-" Fernando started, both of them pausing to let the other speak "Would you want to get coffee or something? Sometime, or not, is okay if no"

Lance laughed, something so charming about the comdination of the mans accent and flustered blabbering "I'd love to, I hope you don't mind if Delilah tags along?"

"Of course, could I have your number? To plan, of course"

"Yes, to plan" Lance smiled, taking the phone Fernando was holding out to him and putting in the numbers "Can't wait, Fernando"

He smiled, nodding at the two before stepping back to leave "I'll see you soon?" He half questioned half stated, Lance begining to respond before Delilah cut him off

"Yes! Bye bye, Nando!"

"Do you like him daddy" Was the first thing out of the girls lips once they got inside, her dads face flushing at the suggestion

"I think its bedtime" He teased, picking her up as she began wiggling in his arms

"Daddy, no!" She giggled, trying to squirm her way away from him "I'm gonna tell Nando to not go out with you if you make me go to sleep!"

"Fine" He groaned, a smile on his face right after, looking forward to whatever was to come with him and the Spaniard (and his little princess)

#f1 #formula 1 #lance stroll #fernando alonso #aston martin #strollonso #ls18 #fa14 #au #single dad #rpf #ff #alternate universe #f1 rpf #real person fiction #fanfic #fan fiction #fluff #single dad au #lance is a dilf #nando is a step dilf #i like the name delilah #lance so spoils her #like shes spoiled rotten #gets everything she wants #and stepdaddy nando spoils her too

[nostalgia-tblr]

one of the best Fandom Discourse Topics is the one about how this female character i have minimal to no interest in is TOO GOOD for my male blorbo. she can do MUCH BETTER he's A CRAP BOYFRIEND and so that's why he has to be paired with my other male blorbo, who lacks The One Braincell and thus will believe himself to be in a wholesome loving relationship in the endless fluffy fanfic i will read/write about him and BLORBO, THE WORST POSSIBLE CHOICE for that female character.

obviously i ship her with this woman she interacted with in one scene, who is also SUCH A QUEEN YASSSSSS. god i love this wholesome lesbian ship between these two women who probably don't even know each other's full names <3 <3 <3 i might even hit reblog on a gifset of their one scene together someday. i probably won't, but i might.

so anyway back to blorbo and how amazing he is, i bet he'd be a great boyfriend for this other white guy.

#this is not a fandom-specific complaint (in case you were wondering) #there's an essay to be written about the increasing use of surface-level-progressive ways to get rid of the women in our fandoms. #like really. it shows that we know we shouldn't be doing it but we don't actually want to stop so let's just say they're lesbians. #BONUS POINTS - this means anyone shipping her with a man is now automatically homophobic :D #at this point i personally feel like it might just be best to ignore the women entirely if you have no real interest in them? #because the pretending does tend to look performative and like you want to make other fans problematic so you can 'win' by default #fandom wank #god forbid a fictional woman want that absolute waste of space ugly abusive bastard who i love more than life itself!!

[musical-chick-13]

Regarding the whole "Fandom Is An Escape, so why should I have to care this much about misogyny/racism/ableism/transphobia/etc." thing. Idk about the rest of you, but it gets kind of hard for me to "escape" when I keep seeing people say the same vile things about characters who share aspects of my identity that I hear all the time in real life.

#gotta say: it doesn't make me feel any better getting ignored/disparaged on account of my gender irl and then seeing every fictional woman #also get ignored/disparaged when there is no material difference between her and popular male characters other than her gender #how do I escape from irl misogyny if y'all keep willfully ignoring and flinging gendered insults at 99% (<-lowball estimate) of #female characters? how do I put aside the ableism I face in real life when y'all discuss disabled/mentally ill characters in the most #absolutely out-of-pocket way? how do I forget about biphobia when the 'arguments' you make 'for fun' about bisexual characters #in fiction sound EXACTLY the same as the things people say about my bisexuality outside of the internet/fan culture? #and then obviously this gets compounded if you are trying to even simply EXIST in fandom as a poc or a trans person or an intersection of #any or all these varying identities/life experiences #like yes caring about fictional characters is not the same as caring about real people OBVIOUSLY I can't BELIEVE I have to keep clarifying #that. and at the same time!! because multiple things can be true at the same time!!!! engaging in behavior that enforces pre-ingrained #societal biases and prejudices!!!!!!!! does not help dismantle those biases and prejudices!!!!!!!!!!!!!! in a real-world way that DOES #involve caring about actual people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #it's also. interesting. when people go on & on about how some newest show about thin cis white (male) gays is So Important & Revolutionary #So We Must Do Everything To Keep It Relevant And Visible and then act this way about women/poc/trans people/disabled people/fat people #in media. so like. you DO agree that seeing a variety of life experiences represented in fiction is beneficial. you DO believe in the #value of depicting marginalized people. interesting that that only seems to apply to a VERY narrow and specific category of marginalization #(ugh remember when I talked about this and someone called me a straight person good times)

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

“Jack champion headcannons” “Jack champion x reader” EXCUSE YOU? That is a real human being 😐

#ppl writing fan fiction of real people is the biggest ick ever #not even a character #straight up THE REAL PERSON #it’s my personal opinion but I find it creepy when people straight up make up stuff about you #I really hope it doesn’t spiral out of control like CERTAIN boy band fandoms #like excuse me you’re writing SMUT of a real person??? #“they’re disconnecting them from the real thing #YEAH THAT’S THE PART THAT CONCERNS ME THE MOST #AND THEY PUT IT IN THE SPIDER SOCORRO TAG TOO #avatar spider #avatar 2 #avatar way of water #might delete later idk

[demonsanddemogorgons]

Sunny in Philadelphia - A Joseph Quinn Story (Chapter 9)

*****THIS PART CONTAINS SMUT/MATURE CONTENT. MINORS DNI*****

(I told y’all it was coming! If you’ve been waiting for it, it’s here!)

Chapter 9 - A Night in Steel City

“Where are we going, darling?” Joe asked from the passenger seat as you exited the airport parking lot.

“I’m taking you to a popular Pittsburgh place to eat. Burgatory.”

“Burgatory?”

“If you like pubs, I think you’ll really like it! They, obviously from their name, have burgers, and different bar food. The best thing is the milkshakes, and you can get them alcoholic, too.”

“That sounds amazing, love.”

“It’s nothing fancy, though.”

“I don’t need fancy. I just want to be with you, darling.” He reached over to your free hand that was rested on your lap and intertwined his fingers with yours. You smiled at him, pulling your joined hands up to your lips and planting a kiss on his hand.

Joe absolutely loved Burgatory. He downed an alcoholic milkshake faster than he’d like to admit, and genuinely seemed to enjoy the food, but you weren’t sure if it was because he really liked it or if he was just hungry from being on a plane for 3 hours.

“We’re going to come here again someday, right?”

You chuckled at his excitement.

“Of course, honey. Whenever you want.”

An ornery grin appeared on his face.

“Oh, you really shouldn’t have said that. I’ll take full advantage of it,” he laughed.

“Let’s go,” you said with a giggle and an eye roll, shaking your head at him and pulling him towards the exit, while he jokingly pretended to rush to suck the very bottom of his milkshake out of the straw, as if you were making him leave without finishing it. He needed one last sip, even if there was none left.

You started heading towards your next destination for the evening, the Mount Washington incline. It was beginning to get dark at that point, which was perfect timing. The view of the Pittsburgh skyline from the top of Mount Washington was absolutely breathtaking at night. You parked at the bottom of the incline and got out of the car, Joe joining you and linking your hands once you rounded the car to the sidewalk. You went to the ticket booth and bought two round-trip incline tickets.

“Darling, I can take care of this since you paid for dinner,” Joe said, reaching for his wallet. Always a gentleman. You placed your hand on his forearm to stop him from getting it out.

“No, it’s my turn to treat you to a night out,” you said with a warm smile. He smiled back and kissed your cheek, letting go of his back pocket.

“Alright, love. But just this once. I want to take care of you.”

You glanced up at him with a smitten grin.

“Deal.”

The two of you boarded the incline car as the sun fully set, the city lights shining with the stars. It was an unbelievably clear night, as if God knew you had planned this and wanted the conditions to be perfect - perfect conditions for perfect Joe. You couldn’t have asked for better. The incline car started up the side of the mountain, the beautiful skyscraper lights revealing themselves as you moved above the trees. Joe watched out the windows in awe. It made you so happy to see him enjoying himself, especially on your turf, somewhere familiar to you. You had only been to Philadelphia once but had been to Pittsburgh countless times. The incline came to a stop at the top of the mountain, and you got off the car to go to the overlook. You leaned against the railing, taking in the beautiful city skyline. You felt arms snake around you. Joe was standing behind you, his arms wrapped around you with his hands joined on the front of your stomach. He rested his chin down on your shoulder and leaned his cheek into the side of your neck. You smiled at the sudden display of affection.

“This is absolutely amazing, darling. Have you brought all of your dates here?”

You giggled at his witty joke as he tightened his hug around you slightly.

“Only you. This is my favorite place in Pittsburgh, the absolute best. I saved it for the best.”

Joe’s face formed into a flattered smile. He lifted his head a little and placed a kiss on your neck, nuzzling his face into the top of your shoulder. Your cheeks flushed at the sensation of his kiss placement. It was as if this man knew exactly how to drive your heart crazy.

“My love, you are too incredibly kind to me.”

“You deserve it. I’ve been through Hell before I met you. You have been nothing short of amazing to me in the little time I’ve known you. Even if you walked away right now, I would be incredibly grateful for you.”

“I could never. You’re stuck with me, darling.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The two of you kissed under the stars and city skyline, a crescent moon in the distance. It was not possible for it to be more romantic. The kiss began to deepen, the most passionate it had ever been. Eventually, you pulled away from a combination of breathlessness and not wanting to be too bold in public. Joe started planting kisses on your neck, trying to maintain some type of contact with you for his lips. You exhaled a lust-filled breath when you felt his teeth lightly graze your skin.

“Joe,” you whispered.

“Mmm?” he questioned wordlessly, his lips not leaving your neck. You released another breath, this time not completely quiet. A soft moan escaped through your lips. “Joe, we’re in public.” He removed his mouth from your neck and leaned in close until his lips were just barely brushing yours, his hot breath dusting your face.

“Don’t think I didn’t hear that, love,” he spoke in a low, seductive tone against your lips, earning red cheeks from you. “And can you blame me? You brought me on this amazing date, treated me like a king, and you look absolutely ravishing tonight.”

“We can go to the hotel,” you suggested, biting your lip with a giggle. Joe’s hand slid down your back to your butt and gave it a little squeeze over your dress, letting out a low, nearly inaudible moan.

“Good. Remember what I said earlier? I want to take care of you.”

You burst through the hotel room door, and it was barely shut before you started ripping clothes off each other. Joe pulled your dress over your head, tossing it aside and leaving you in your black lace bra and panties, his pupils growing at the sight. You pulled his shirt over his head and began frantically undoing his belt, turning you both so his back was to the bed. Once his belt was open and buttons undone, you pulled his jeans off and pushed him onto the bed. He was left in just his boxers, lying on his back with his legs spread apart off the bed, feet on the floor. You climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. His hands wandered up and down your sides, studying you and committing every inch and curve of your body to memory. You leaned down and planted kisses on his lips that quickly turned from tender to hungry and passionate, working your way down his neck to his collar bone, and then to his chest. He moaned at the escalation in desire and the sensation of you. You rocked your hips against his quickly growing erection through his boxers, earning more low moans and quiet growls from him. He began working on your neck, trying to return the favor, sending jolts of electricity to your core. As he planted wet kisses on your collar bone, he slowly slid each bra strap off your shoulders, reaching around to your back.

“Can I?” he asked for permission. You nodded. He unclipped your bra and let it fall off you, his eyes fixated on your newly exposed breasts.

“Fuck,” he muttered in awe. “So damn beautiful.” He sat up and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your chest into his face. He kneaded one breast with his free hand, slowly kissing and licking the other breast to give it proper attention, running his tongue over your nipple. You moaned at the sensation, encouraging him to keep going. He let out a lustful exhale between licks when you once again grinded against his growing bulge. You climbed off him and began to kneel between his legs when he stopped you. “Baby, let me take care of you. Don’t worry about me. You’re all I need.” There was that damn name again that you loved so much. You obeyed, standing back up. He pulled your panties down as you stood in front of him, tossing them aside and lifting his hips off the bed so you could do the same with his boxers. You climbed back on him, straddling his waist once again, but he wasn’t having it this time. He wanted to be in control, be the one to pleasure you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and quickly flipped you both over. He went back to kissing you passionately, working his way down your neck, leaving wet trails, lips smacking. His mouth made its way down your body until it was on your pubic bone. You writhed underneath him, knowing how close he was to your core, and needing him there desperately. He reached down, his fingers slipping between your folds. “Mmmmm, so wet and ready for me already, baby.” You got even wetter just hearing him talk like that. It was something out of a dream. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“J-Joe, please,” you whined, eager for his touch.

“I like it when you beg, darling.” He leaned down and put his tongue to your bud, and you jolted at the sudden contact and increase in pleasure. Your jaw dropped at how good it felt on you. He sure knew what he was doing. Your hands reached for his head and began running through his curls, lightly tugging on them. He moaned against your core, the vibrations increasing your pleasure. You whined at the sensation. “Mmmm, I think I found my favorite sound in the whole world,” he mumbled against your core, going back to licking and sucking. He took a finger and ran it along your opening, collecting your juices combined with his saliva for lubrication. He pushed a finger inside of you, causing you to cry out in surprise and pleasure. He worked on you from the inside, curling his finger in search of that special spot. Your moans got louder and more frequent, hinting to him that he had found it. He inserted another finger to help the first one and continued massaging your walls.

“J-Joe, oh fuck. I’m so close,” you forced out, whining with each sweeping pass of his tongue.

He abruptly pulled his fingers out of you and his tongue stopped its work on your bud. You pouted at the sudden emptiness. Joe moved up and spread your legs around his waist, quickly positioned himself at your entrance and gathering juices onto his member. He shoved himself in without warning. You cried out from the pleasure of being filled again.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. Feels so good. You alright?”

It was so sweet of him to check on you. Some men were selfish and only focused on chasing their own climax, but not Joe.

“Mhmm,” was all you could muster out.

He rhythmically rolled his hips into you, causing that aching pleasurable sensation to start building once again.

“Good girl. Look at you, you’re doing so good,” he praised, shooting more waves of pleasure to your core.

The pleasure grew stronger and stronger as Joe’s hips moved faster and faster. Joe’s thrusts became sloppy, indicating he was approaching his high, too. “Mmmm, I’m s-so r-ready. Where do you want it, darling?”

“I-in m-me,” you stuttered in pleasure. His breaths quickened, and you both peaked together. Moans from both of you filled the room as Joe thrusted messily through his high. Once you both rode out your pleasure, he pulled out of you and leaned down, kissing you gently.

“That was...life altering,” he said through an exhale with a smirk. You smiled and giggled, nodding in agreement.

“Mind blowing.”

He laid down beside you, pulling you in as the little spoon and kissing you on the shoulder attentively. He gently rubbed circles on your arm, nearly tickling you. You could have stayed like that for hours. He sure wasn’t kidding when he said he would take care of you, aftercare included.

“Joe?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Does this make us a couple? You know, officially?”

He turned you so you were on your back to get a better view of your face, looking down at you from above.

“Well, what do you want us to be? If that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll be.”

This man just finished railing you like an animal and was still being a gentleman, allowing things to be defined on your terms rather than his own.

“I just want you. I don’t care how. I just do.”

He smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“You already have me.”

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