#….yeah….because an actor I admire and look up to is going to get my attention as opposed to someone I don’t

[cuntycassandra]

People who are censoring Emma Corrin at the Nosferatu premieres are the worst!

I’m not going to comment this on the Instagram post I’m referring to, because I’m not going to instigate anything hostile on that platform specifically because it’s not worth it, but to whoever you are, you’re so frustrating.

For anyone confused, here is what Emma wore to the Nosferatu premiere in London a few nights ago. A gorgeous Victorian-nightgown esque dress that compliments the one they’re seen wearing in the trailer. (Also their makeup was chefs kiss, 10/10, no notes.)

Today I was just checking my Instagram, and I came across an account that decided it was up to them to dictate how this wonderful actor was perceived on the red carpet…for a film they play an important role in…

First of all, what on earth is this? In the world we live in, in the situation the western political scale is falling right now, do you seriously deem it appropriate for you to pick and choose how this person is allowed to be perceived on a red carpet event for a movie they worked hard on??

Do you seriously think it’s appropriate for you to censor someone’s body, which is their form of expression and statement, because of a personal, borderline outdated, opinion? If Emma’s style choice is not to your taste (which is a bigoted take anyway because a quick scroll will show you the shirtless Bill photos on this account, so wonderful, you’re just ignorant), then…crop Emma out if that’s something you don’t want on your blog? Like I’m sorry there is absolutely no need for this. It’s so, so, so disrespectful.

I completely understand that this account belongs to a person, and they are within their right to decide what they do or don’t want on their blog (even if I disagree), HOWEVER, there are ways to do it without being deemed oppressive, condescending and bigoted. Cropping Emma out removes them from the focal point, again something I don’t agree with, but it doesn’t shove negative attention onto their choices either. Highlighting it with an ugly photoshop is not only rude, but actually insulting, and seems as though you’re purposefully forcing Emma’s look into the spotlight.

Let’s zoom in on that comment a little more, as well.

‘With a little help from me to Emma Corrin’ a condescending insinuation that you think they need your help, in need of your assistance, which immediately puts them below you. When, if I recall correctly, this is Emma’s livelihood and daily job. They seem to be quite well versed in how to rock a red carpet.

‘Just disrespectful 😒’ - how so, to who and to what? Just say you feed into the over sexualisation of breasts and go. Be honest about your bigoted view, don’t sugarcoat it with the essence that you’re ’doing them a favour’. Nobody else at the premiere seemed bothered, everyone was happy and taking photos and there wasn’t a hint of awkwardness to pick up on.

The second photo was at the Berlin premiere, but shows equally, if not more, nipple. (Which weirdly the poster I’m referring to had no issue with that outfit, but the London one? 🤔

Oh and also? Don’t put Emma’s name in the hashtags if you’re so damn scandalised by their attire.

And before anyone comes for me with ‘you’re overreacting’ or ‘it’s not that deep, don’t freak out’, it actually is that deep. This is disrespectful at best and hateful and oppressive at worst, even if the original poster didn’t intend it that way. It’s essentially saying ‘I’m taking away your self expression because it doesn’t fit with I deem acceptable for someone with breasts’.

In this vile world where women/afab trans people in general are consistently being oppressed, ordered around, abused and more, seeing someone be blatantly so rude like this is just…gross, especially around such an anticipated movie and with a wonderful cast. Please try and do better in the future, there’s no need for this.

Also. Here’s those shirtless photos of Bill, in case anyone wanted evidence of that. (Who is also slaying may I say!)

[maddyjones2]

On not idolising creative people

In the wake of the various recent allegations involving Neil Gaiman, people have been both very sad that someone who they looked up to as an inspiration has, allegedly, turned out to be something less than entirely admirable, and are now looking to see who is now left that they can rotate into the spot of “the good dude,” i.e., that one successful creative guy who they think or at least hope isn’t hiding a cellar full of awful actions. One name I see brought up is mine, in ways ranging from “Well, at least we still have Scalzi,” to “Oh, God, please don’t let Scalzi be a fucking creep too.” Which, uhhhh, yeah? Thanks?

I have many thoughts about this and I’m going to try to make sense of them here, as much for myself as anyone else, so this may be messy and discursive and long (seriously, 3600 words, y’all), but, well, welcome to me. So, ordered by how these things come out of my head:

1. Stop Idolizing Creative People. Creative people are easy to idolize because they create the art you love, and that gives you permission to feel things, and to see yourself and your desires reflected in that art. That is a powerful thing, and from the outside, it can feel like magic, and that the people who do it are tapped into something otherworldly and admirable. Plus, they often get to have cool lives and get to know other cool creative people. They do things that are removed from the day-to-day aspect of a “normal” life, and they’ll even post about them on social media where you can see them. Sometimes, independent of their art directly, they’ll speak about their life, or life in general, and they’ll seem wise and considered and kind. I mean, what’s not to like?

But please consider that this is all an extremely mediated experience of this person. The art is the edited and massaged result of hours and days and weeks and months of work, into which the work of many others is also added. My novels originate from me, but it’s not just me in there, nor is the final form of the novel an accurate statement of who I am as a person, not least of all for the simple reason that I am not trying to tell my story in my novels. I’m creating fictional characters, and the world in which they make sense, for the purpose of the story.

Despite how it might look from the outside, this is not sorcery. It’s years of experience at a craft. It’s not magic, just work. A completed novel (or any other piece of art) won’t tell you much about the specific, day-to-day life and inclinations of the individual who made it, other than a general nod toward their competence, and the competence of their collaborators. Likewise what you see of their lives, even from the illusorily close vantage of social media, is deeply mediated. Lives always look admirable at a distance, when you can only see the lofty peaks and not the rubble at the base — especially when your attention by design is pointed at those lofty peaks. There’s much you don’t see and that you’re not meant to see. The vast majority of what you’re not meant to see isn’t nefarious. It’s just not your business.

Now, before I was a professional creative person, I was an entertainment journalist who spent years interviewing writers, directors, movie stars, musicians, authors and other creative folks. Since I’ve been on the other side of the rope, I’ve likewise met a huge range of creative people from all walks of life. Please believe me when I assure you that creative people are just people. Richer and/or more famous? Sometimes (less often than you might think, though). Prettier and/or more charismatic? Especially if they’re actors or pop stars, often yes! But at the end of the day they are just folks, and they run the whole range of how people are. By and large, the day-to-day experience of getting through their life is the same as yours. Outside of their own specific field of work, they don’t know any more about life, have no more facility for dealing with the world, and have just as few clues about what’s going on in their own head, as anyone else.

They’re just people. Whose work is making the stuff you like! And that’s great, but that’s not a substantive basis for idolizing them. It makes no more sense to idolize them than to idolize a baker who makes cookies you like, or the guy who comes and trims your hedges the way you want them to be trimmed, or the plumber who fixes your clogged drain. You can appreciate what they do, and even admire they skill they have. But holding them up as a life model might be a bit much. Which is the point! If you’re not willing to idolize a plumber, then you shouldn’t idolize a creative person.

(“But a plumber doesn’t make me feel like a creative person does,” you say, to which I say, are you sure about that? Because I will tell you what, when my sump pump stopped working and the plumber got in there, replaced the pump and started draining out my basement which had an inch of standing water in it, that man was the focus of all my emotions and was my goddamned hero that day. My plumber that day did more for me than easily 90% of the great art I’ve ever experienced.)

Enjoy the art creative people do. Enjoy the experience of them in the mediated version of them you get online and elsewhere, if such is your joy. But remember that the art is from the artist, not the artist themselves, and the version of their life you see is usually just the version they choose to show. There is so much you don’t see, and so much you’re not meant to see. At the end of the day, you don’t have all the information about who they are that you would need to make them your idol, or someone you might choose to, in some significant way, pattern some fraction of your life on. And anyway creative people aren’t any better at life than anyone else.

Which brings up the next point:

2. Fuck idols anyway! People are complicated and contradictory and you don’t know everything about them! You don’t know everything even about your parents or siblings or best friends or your partner! People are hypocrites and liars and fail to live up to their own standards for themselves, much less yours! Your version of them in your head will always be different than the version that actually exists in the world! Because you’re not them! Stop pretending people won’t be fuck ups! They will! Always!

This sounds more pessimistic about humans than perhaps it should be. When I say, for example, that people are hypocrites and liars, I don’t mean that people take every single opportunity to be hypocrites and liars. Most people are decent in the moment. But none of us — not one! — has always lived up to our own standard of behavior, and all of us have had the moment where, when confronted with a situation that would become an immense pain in the ass if we stuck to our guns, or demanded the inconvenient truth, decided to just bail instead, because the situation wasn’t worth the drama, or we had somewhere else to be, or whatever. We all choose battles and we all make the call in the moment, and sometimes the call is, fuck this, I’m out.

Every person you’ve ever admired has fucked up, sometimes really badly. Everyone you’ve ever looked up to has secrets, and it’s possible some of those secrets would materially change how you think about them, not always for the better. Everyone you’ve ever known has things about them you don’t know, many of which aren’t even secrets, they’re just things you don’t engage with in your day-to-day experience of them. Nevertheless it’s possible if you were aware of them, it would change how you feel about them, for better or for worse. And now let’s flip that around! You have things about you that even your best friends don’t know, and might be surprised to learn! You have secrets you don’t wish to share with the class! You have fucked up, and lied, and have been a hypocrite too!

You are, in short, a human, as is everyone you know and every one you will know (pets and gregarious wild animals excepted). And all humans are, charitably, a mess. This doesn’t mean there aren’t good people or even exemplary people out there, since there are, along with the ones that are, charitably, a real shit show. What I am saying is that even the good or exemplary people out there are a mess, have been morally compromised at some point in their lives, and have not lived up to their own standards for themselves, independent of anyone else’s standard for them.

One of the aspects of being an “idol,” I think, is that higher standard that other people expect of you — that in every situation where the aspect they idolize you for is in play, you will act in a manner that is right and correct by their standard, which of course you will likely not know about because you don’t actually know them (or often know that they exist). This is, by definition, an impossible standard to be held to — you didn’t agree to it, or to engage with it — and an impossible standard to hold other people to without their direct consultation. Every human made to be an idol is destined to fail at the job. You don’t even have to have feet of clay! You just didn’t know you were on a pedestal to begin with.

(This does not excuse shitty action. The fact people should not be idols in the first place is not exculpatory for the choices one makes on one’s own. If you’re sexually assaulting people, or being a racist or sexist or homophobe or other flavor of bigot, or using your situational power coercively (as just a few examples), then hell yes you are going to be called out on it. And to be clear, it is not unreasonable, to put it mildly, to expect people not to sexually assault other people, or not to denigrate other humans for being who they are, etc. But this only adds to the point about idols, now, doesn’t it. You don’t know what you don’t see, and you don’t know what you’re not seeing, until it is hauled out into the light one way or the other. If it is hauled out into the light at all.)

I don’t think anyone should idolize anyone, ever. It’s not great for them, and it’s not great for you, they probably didn’t ask to be idolized (and if they did, holy shit, fucking run), and in the end unless you’re so completely wrapped up in their lives that they have no secrets from you — which is never — you don’t know enough to make that call. People do it anyway, and then disappointment happens, but they shouldn’t have done it in the first place. Stop idolizing people. It’s not fair for anyone.

What to do instead? Enjoy their work, if they’re a creative person. Appreciate the kind and good aspects of their life that you can see, and the decent actions they undertake in public, with the knowledge that what you see of them is a mediated and elided version. Understand that we all have a different version of ourself for every person we meet, and that every person we meet has a different vision of ourselves in their head, and very often, those two versions are not the same. Like them, based on what you know of them! Love them, if it comes to that. And when and if you learn something new about them that you didn’t know before, let empathy guide you to a new understanding of them and what they mean to you.

And now, taking all of the above into consideration:

3. Absolutely 100% do not idolize me. I don’t deserve to be idolized because no one deserves to be idolized, but also, holy fuck, I do know me and I’m a mess. There have been lots of things in my life that I’ve done that have not been admirable or kind. I can be petty and shitty and competitive and cruel. I am lazy and inattentive and when I let things slide (which is often), I end up jammed up on my responsibilities, which makes me irritable and no fun to be around. I have a temper which goes from zero to sixty almost instantaneously; if I’m not actively paying attention to it, I can become a sudden, unreasonable rage monster, which is a burden to people I love, and I hate that fact about myself (pro tip: don’t travel with me, the rage monster comes out a lot then).

I can be controlling and demanding but I want other people to handle the details, i.e., executive asshole. I am strategic in a way that can be bloodless. When I’m insecure I brag a lot, which is unflattering. If you cross me, I won’t go out of my way to make your life miserable (that would require effort on my part), but I will absolutely enjoy when you take a literal or metaphorical tumble down the stairs. God knows I’ve enjoyed the failures of the people who have spoken ill of me, almost as much as I’ve enjoyed the fuming, spittling rage they’ve felt when I’ve succeeded. I spent years cultivating a snarky persona online and while that was fun (for me), I’m increasingly aware that when the tally is added up for Who Ruined the Internet, I’m not necessarily going to be where I want to be on that particular ledger.

And these are only the bad qualities of mine I wish to admit to you at the moment. There are others, I assure you.

So, yes: Who wants to idolize me now?

“But you seemed so nice when I chatted with you online/met you at the convention/saw you at that one place that one time.” Well, thank you, I’ve been in the public eye in one manner or another for three and a half decades now and I understand my assignment; my public persona is friendly and engaging and sociable and mostly fun to be with. It’s not a fake version of me — I am all those things! Honest! — but, again, it’s a mediated version of me designed not only to be a positive experience for the people who meet me but also to get my actually introverted ass through a whole day of events at a convention/festival/book tour/whatever. When I’m done I collapse into an introverted hole. When I came back from Worldcon this week, I slept for 15 hours the first day I was home. It wasn’t just because of jet lag or con crud.

I rather famously call my public face “performance monkey mode,” and likewise what I say about my (current) online mode is that I’m cosplaying as a better version of myself, one that is kinder than I used to be online, and more patient than I am in the real world. If you meet me when I am “off” then you will find that, again, these versions of me are me, just with some things dialed up and other things dialed down. But even that is still a different version of me than, say, the version of me which is at home (which is in fact extremely boring; that version of me doesn’t talk much and mostly stays in my office).

Many of you who have followed me over the years are familiar with me saying things like this, of course, and are likewise familiar with me pointing out that there are a number of things about my life that I don’t mention in public, for whatever reasons I choose. But it’s also true that I’ve been actively online for 30+ years now, and people feel reasonably confident that they have a good bead on me and that there’s not much about me that will surprise them or change their understanding of me. So to bring home the point there are indeed things you don’t know, allow me to surface just one previously unaired fun fact:

I have a concealed carry license.

(Or did; it expired this year and I didn’t renew it, because Ohio changed its laws so that you no longer need a permit to conceal carry in the state. These days in Ohio you can just wander about with a handgun stuffed down your trousers without training or licensing because that’s a real good idea, now, isn’t it. Nevertheless, the license is not necessary anymore so there was not much point in renewing it, although if the law had not changed, I probably would have renewed.)

Why did I have a concealed carry license? Well, ultimately that’s not important. The point is I had one. I didn’t talk about it before because, among other things, the point of a concealed carry license (to me, anyway) is that its existence is not meant to be known by anyone other than that great state of Ohio itself. I am aware, and this is a dramatic understatement, that I am not a person most people would expect to have had such a thing. That the fact I had one will cause a number of people to reconsider what they know about me, for better or for worse. Which is also my point. All y’all have just learned this thing about me! Think about all the other things you don’t know!

Oh, God, this is where Scalzi starts admitting to terrible, terrible things. No. I feel pretty confident I live a tolerably ethical life. Part of the reason for this is that I have what I think is a decent operating principle, which is: If I’m thinking of doing something, and Krissy called me right then and asked “what are you doing?” and I would be tempted to lie to her about it, then I don’t do that thing. Because Krissy is the most important person in my life, and I don’t want to lie to her about what I’m doing (I have lied to her exactly once. She knew instantly. I haven’t bothered lying to her since). This is not replacing Krissy’s ethics with my own; it’s me knowing whether by my own ethics, I would be ashamed to tell to her what I am up to. It works very well. As such, the Krissy Test is an operating principle I highly suggest to others, although I’d suggest replacing Krissy with whomever your life is most important to you.

Be that as it may, my ethics are not universal and some others might not find them sufficient, for whatever reason. I am well aware I still disappoint many people, and that there are people who find my life choices, known positions or public statements (or lack of them, as the case may be) problematic, or who simply wish I would be other than what I am. I can’t help them with this, but again, this is the point. Given the fact that I am a fallible human who has an entire stratum of his life not visible to the world — and the strata of his life that are visible cause significant numbers of people to be irritated and exasperated — is it not better just to not hold me up as an ideal person, or the “good dude,” much less an idol of any sort?

I mean, shit. What Would John Scalzi Do? Solidly half the time, I have no fucking idea. I have to think about it, whatever it is. I have to think about whether I know enough to do or say something about it. I have to decide whether it’s something I want to engage with at all, and whether my engagement with it is something that would be of value to anyone, me included. I have to decide whether engaging with it is worth the shit I will get for it. And then I have to figure out what it means that I am engaging with it, since like it or not I’m a Dude of Reasonable Significance in My Field. I try to be a decent human, when people are looking at me and especially when they are not. But I also know me, and all my flaws and weaknesses and compromises.

What Would John Scalzi Do? The best he can, in the moment. Is that sufficient? For me, yes, most of the time. Is that sufficient for you? That’s up to you.

The point to this all is that people are just a big fucking mess, including the ones you might for whatever reason find admirable. I am no different than anyone else, and you should not be under the illusion that I am anything other than a shambling collection of flaws embedded inside a human form, which also, in its defense, has some pretty excellent qualities as well. We’re all this way! You too!

And while I want you to like my work, and to enjoy the version of me that you see here and elsewhere, don’t put me, or any other person, on a pedestal. Pedestals are wobbly and and don’t give actual humans a lot of room to move. We will inevitably fall off. Keep us with our feet on the ground. That way, when we stumble, there’s a chance we can get back up, and keep going.

— JS

[blueberrypancakesworld]

I love your Lords of chaos stuff and would really like if you could write something about Euronymous dating a girl who has a completely different aesthetic as him (girly, pink, super sweet and innocent) it can have smut . And if it could talk about how the dark circle feels about their relationship and stuff. Thank you and would truly love it.

Okay so this was really, really fun to write because of the dynamic. I hope you like it and as always have fun reading :)

Princess and the Vampire

warning : big fluff, use of Y/n

masterlist-Lords of Chaos 2018

masterlist-Rory's characters

Second Part

Diclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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The two couldn't have looked more different when they entered the shopping centre. The young woman was dressed in bright colours, but most of all it was her pink top that revealed her silver belly button piercing with a little Hello Kitty pendant on it that drew attention. not to forget her blue jeans with the colourful flowers sewn on them.

A typical glittery girl of the nineties from the outside. If she hadn't intertwined her fingers with those of a dead man. Next to her, a young man with longer black hair, black leather trousers, jumping boots and a T-shirt with satanic symbols on it. Two completely different people who loved each other more than anything else.

She heard him mutter to his friend, who was now giving the tenth pensioner a death stare and scaring him off with ,,Hail Satan". But this only made his friend smile, which is exactly why she loved her friend. While he was him and they both accepted each other as they were. Pink and girlish and dark satanic.

Like Yin and Yang she thought and jumped beside him before they arrived in front of a jewellery shop only a few moments later. ,,You dragged me here for this...well then, if you want" he grumbled and she just giggled before pulling him behind her. She was grateful that he came along to her little shopping trip, as she knew he didn't think much of trends and the mainstream.

Which is why she gave him a kiss on the cheek which made him smile slightly. ,,So again, I hope you're prepared to be kicked out of my shop," she heard him say again and knew what he meant. Since you got together about a month ago he had been telling his friends/band/admirers that he had a girlfriend but it never came to a meeting.

You were just too different for that and Euronymous was sure that the circle would tear you apart. Even though you met by chance in an ice cream parlour and he got your strawberry ice cream and you got his dark chocolate ice cream, something clicked between you.

Turning to him and smiling confidently, she said, ,,I don't wear pink heels for nothing, you know," before turning back to the chains. ,,I just need one more thing and it's perfect" she thought and looked from star symbols, to little flowers and musical notes. ,,How about this?" she heard his voice and he held out a necklace with a skull on it.

Smiling but rolling her eyes slightly, she pushed the necklace back into his hand and said, ,,That would look good on you, my sweet vampire, why don't you go and get it?".

Looking a little further through the shelves she let out a squeal of delight and Euronymous covered his ears before coming over to her and smiling. ,,OMG she's cute, look at those little ears!" she exclaimed, practically pushing the necklace with the Hello Kitty pendant into his face, which he could more than see.

Taking his hands up with conviction, he looked at the necklace and said quietly, ,,Yeah, it's kind of cute," which she confirmed with a knowing nod before they went to the checkout and bought it. ,,Wait, I'll help you" the black haired man said and while she held her hair up slightly he fastened the clasp so that the necklace was in place.

She went to one of the shop windows and looked at herself in the rather bad reflection. ,,That looks super cute" she said delightedly and smiled a big smile at Euronymous who returned it before the two of them took each other by the hand again to make their way to the record shop.

Spraying her perfume, which smelled of cherries, around her one last time and putting it in her little pink bag, she saw Euronymous give her a murmuring smile before he opened the door for her and the two of them went inside.

There was no one in the shop itself and she saw her friend's brief relief as he ran his gaze over the plates before stopping at the path to the cellar. ,,Ready?" he asked, pulling aside the curtain where she could already hear the loud music coming from downstairs. Fixing her hair one last time, she nodded to him before following him downstairs.

She had only been in the basement a few times when the coven didn't have a meeting. But it definitely lacked colour in her opinion. Overcoming the remaining steps, she stood next to Euronymous with a broad smile. ,,Nice man, a hooker, didn't know this was going to be an orgy" was the first comment from someone wearing a bandana and grinning broadly.

The others laughed and she saw that it was not the first and not the second beer they all seemed to have had. ,,You must have paid the little one a lot," she heard the murmur of someone with long dark brown hair who was playing with a lighter and had a challenging look on his face.

That's the guy from the interview in the newspaper...Varg or something she thought, but didn't let the remarks get to her, she was above these things. ,,Or is she our victim, I really want to do it again" said a guy with long hair and a knife in his hand that flashed in the light who was sitting next to a guy with a heel cross chain. Before she noticed a blond, quiet, thin-looking guy she recognised as Pelle/Dead.

Euronymous's best friend as she knew. Just normal nice people. ,,No guys...this is Y/n my friend!" Euronymous interrupted his friends and followers and put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her close. She waved to the group before giving Euronymous a kiss on the cheek and pulling out of his embrace before walking over to the various guys.

She was more than ready. ,,Hi I'm Y/n...nice bandana where did you get that?" she asked the first one, shaking his hand eagerly before pulling the bandana hanging around his neck towards her. ,,It comes in pink too, I hope," she murmured and let go of him again with a grateful look. ,,Of course you can get it in pink in all colours...Hellhammer we could go and get some together" he replied quickly to her cheerful manner and shook her hand before returning to his beer and giving Euronymous a thumbs up for her.

Before she went over to the one with the lighter and shook his hand as well. Intrigued, she ran her hand over one of the soft strands of the boy's hair and said, ,,Wow, they're really soft...you must tell me about your hair care routine".

This seemed to throw the stranger slightly off track, but almost in spite of himself he began to write his routine on an old sarviert. ,,Here, it's not expensive at all, I'm Varg, by the way, I also have nice hair," he said and suddenly seemed almost embarrassed and quietened down before he sat down on a chair again and was quiet.

Putting the serving dish in her little bag, she went over to the boy with the knife. ,,You have a cute smile...what kind of sacrifice is that?" she complimented him and made a happy noise as she saw his cheeks turn a bright pink and he just put the knife away and shook his head slightly. Before he calmly said, ,,I'm Faust...not a victim, just a joke" and quickly took a long hit of his beer.

Nodding, she shook the hand of the guy next to Faust with the necklace before proudly holding it out to him. ,,You definitely need one with Hello Kitty, the colour would suit you," she said, and only heard the more than overbearing guy mutter an ,,Occultus" before leaning against Faust and giving him a searching look. Before she almost killed poor Pelle, who looked as if he would throw himself into Faust's knife.

She grabbed his face and turned it slightly from left to right. Before she said to Euronymous, ,,My little vampire, you never told me how pretty he is, you're missing make-up", she let go of Pelle and bounced happily back to her friend, who was watching the whole thing with a big grin. Before he pulled her to him, gave her a heartfelt kiss and wrapped his arm around her waist.

No one dared to say a word. ,,I see you are very good with the boys" he said delightedly and she just smiled proudly. To be more precise, she had the boys so well under control and she was so excited about herself that the evening ended in a Disney marathon, that's for sure.

She wasn't the one who cried at the death of bambies mother, but a certain black coven did. And since then she has been the pink shining exception of the black circle or simply the pink princess of black metal.

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@mayhem-things , @bvg-w1res , @beldamama

[haecien]

What tropes i would absolutely kill to see w/ svt members

(Psst... if anyone sees this and decides to write svt with these tropes @ me please omg)

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Academic rivals - S.coups🍒 ; IVE SEEN @/woozvc NEW AU WITH CHEOL AND ITS MAKES ME FEEL SO MANY THINGS.

He would get so competitive i love him, he would also deff tease you a lot when you'd get a lower score than him

Academic rivals or Trouble maker x Goody to-shoes - Jeonghan👼; Same reason as s.coups for the academic rivals:D idk why... if they ever fucking teased me id be giggling

IVE WRITEN THE LAST TROPE AND OH MY GODDDD, jeonghan would be such a flirt and mixed with teasing??? GOD IM ON THE FLOORR

Soulmates (bonus points if you're soulmates even in pass lives) - Joshua🦌; No matter what, you'll always find yourself back to him. He is the only one fitted for you

BRO. if you both got separated since you both got reborn, he will still find you. He loves you too much that he can't seem to let you go

Actor x fan - Jun😼 ; majority of the times this is very toxic, but no reason like id imagine maybe either you would be apart of the film crew or makeup team, but you were such a big fan of him ever since you watched one drama of him

He would admire how nice you were to him, you never shouted or did anything to make him upset. You were very soft towards him🤭

Workplace love - Hoshi🐯 ; No reason. Jst hear me out! He deff found u as the cool co-worker he could always rely on. Bonus points if its a love at first sight type too🤭🤭

Or maybe it would be a business proposal type of romance

Love at first sight - Wonwoo🐱 ; God i wanna see wonwoo being so whiped after seeing you for even just a glance

He would stand there FROZEN because he was so shocked over how beautiful you were to him.

70's/60's era - Woozi🍚; I jst wanna see woozi in a white long-sleeved shirt with his sleeves rolled back with slick black pants, bonus points if he's also wearing suspenders!!!😭🤭🤭😭🤭😭🤭

Imagine jihoon as a detective, GOD HAWKVEJE he'd be real serious about his job, I feel like suddenly you would be caught up in a case that he needs to investigate. Then you guys become closer in the process😭

Admiring from a far - Minghao🐸; its not you whos admiring him, ITS MINGHAO ADMIRING YOU.🤭🤭

People always wondered who was that person in his paintings? Yeah its you, he saw that you were perfect for being his muse. But how could be possibly contact you? He's too shy for that, he'd constantly paint and paint you, he never rushed it. His strokes were always so light, it made the painting even more beautiful then it is.

At that point minghao had already memorized every little detail about you

I went a lil overboard with hao

Popular kid x Quiet kid - Mingyu🐶; LIKE. He'd literally fucking be the only one who ever payed attention to you. No one could notice you were in the room yet mingyu was the only one who ever felt your presence

Sunshine x Grumpy (basically opposites attract) - Dokyeom🌞 ; Ugh I need a sunshine Dk in my life. He'd be such an energy boost to a very grumpy reader:((

" Whats wrong? Cheer up!! " and he'd endlessly hug you🥺 JAKSJDJIDHD he is an quality time and physically touch person:( acts of service & gift giving too!

Only child x Multiple siblings - Seungkwan🍊;

... hear me out, not sure if kwan has siblings but he's gnna be the one with the multiple siblings, or maybe its an au where svt are his siblings. But non the less kwan would not hesitate to introduce you to his multiple siblings. You're not used to this but this adds on to the warm feeling seungkwan has

Oh my god , that would be comforting and chaotic as hell

Confused x Hyper - Vernon🐢; he deff wouldn't understand your hype about something, but he's trying to😭😭

" VERNON!!! look at this new - ********* " whatever is going through his head is literally a loading screen " uh huh.... " hes confused but he's here for it

Full of themselves x "Get a reality check" - Dino🦦 ; title sounds obnoxious BUT HEAR ME OUT.

Like, the reader would always complement themselves yk "bro everyone wants me forreal! "

And dino is like " Im the only person WHO wanted you. "

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Cien rambles

Guys heuhahwhekshsjhejevrjdbdj PLEASE IF ANY OF U GUYS DO MAKE SMTHING LIKE THIS @ ME OMFGG

[jennay]

Festival

Jamie Bower x OC

Request: I’d really like one where he welcomes the interest of my female character (she doesn’t need to be named so others may enjoy it as well 💋). She is surprised because of his social status, as she’s what we’d call a ‘normal’ girl. Instant attraction, the ‘when you know..you know’ kind of relationship!! 🥰🥰🥰 I hope that helps!! Again, thank you so much for this! You’re so sweet!

An: I’m hoping this is what you’re going for. I hope you enjoy it 💜thank you for the request. 😍 sorry it’s a little short. I don’t know why but I’m struggling with Jamie lately 😭

Ava had always dreamed of attending the Summer Solstice Festival, a three-day celebration of music, art, and culture. She had saved up for months to buy the tickets, booked a flight to London, and packed her bags with her best bohemian outfits. She was ready for an adventure.

She arrived at the festival on the first day, excitedly seeing the colorful tents, flags, and banners. She felt the vibrations of the rock music blasting from the main stage, shaking her bones and soul. Her favorite band was about to perform.

She joined the crowd of people who were dancing, singing, and cheering. She felt the rhythmic beats of the music pulsating through her veins. She wanted to get closer to the stage, to see her idols up close.

She squeezed through the crowd, pushing past bodies and backpacks. She wasn’t paying attention as she stepped on someone’s foot and stumbled forward. She nearly tripped and fell into someone’s arms. She regained her balance and looked up at the person who caught her. She gasped as she recognized his face. It was Jamie Bower, the famous actor and singer who had starred in her favorite movies and shows. He was even more handsome in person than on screen.

His blue eyes sparkled like sapphires in the sunlight, captivating her gaze. His smile was dazzling like a star, lighting up her world.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked in his British accent, which melted her heart. She had heard it in movies, interviews, and podcasts before, but hearing it in person was a different experience. It was like music to her ears. “Yeah,” she yelled over the music. “Sorry!” She felt embarrassed for bumping into him. She wondered if he thought she was a clumsy fan girl trying to get his attention.

Jamie smiled and held her hand, pulling her closer to him. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Don’t be sorry, love. I’m glad I caught you. Best catch of the day.” He winked at her.

Ava felt a flush of heat in her cheeks and her chest. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She had been a fan of Jamie Bower for years, admiring his acting and singing skills, his charming personality, and his gorgeous looks. Now, he was flirting with her at a festival. She wondered if this was a dream.

He looked into her eyes and asked, “What’s your name?”

Ava smiled back at him and said, “Ava.”

Jamie repeated her name softly as if tasting it on his tongue. “Ava,” He said. “That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful Woman.”

Ava blushed even more. “You’re too kind,” she said. “And too handsome for your own good.” Jamie laughed as he confidently wrapped his arm around her waist and said, “Come on, let’s get closer.”

Ava nodded and let him lead her through the crowd. She felt his warm body against hers, his strong hand holding hers, his breath on her neck. She felt excitement and curiosity.

She decided to take a chance and see where this encounter would lead.

Jamie didn’t drop his eyes from hers as he waved Ava over toward him, telling her he would protect her from any danger if she were to stand in front of him, which made her laugh with amusement. Ava came here alone. She didn’t need protection. He was right. She was fearless. He didn’t need to tell her he just wanted to check out her body as it swayed to the rhythm of the songs.

When the music faded, Jamie reached over her shoulders, pulling her back to his chest. He kissed the top of her head and said, “You’re amazing, Ava.” He gestured to the crowd cheering and clapping, the roar of music and laughter, and the dazzling flashes of neon and fireworks. “You’re the best thing that happened to me today.”

Ava stood in shock. What is happening right now? She didn’t feel special; she was just

your typical thirty-year-old woman trying to figure out her life much like others.

Jamie’s gaze pierced through her soul, making her feel like she was the only one who mattered to him, the only one who could ignite his passion. She felt hope and happiness mixed with a hint of fear and uncertainty. She turned around and looked into his eyes, searching for a sign of his true feelings.

“Are we crazy, or is this real?” He asked, his breath caressing her ear.

Ava blushes, “Do you want it to be real?”

Jamie intertwined his fingers with hers, acting as if nobody surrounded them, lost in the moment, confused by his own actions. He tilts her chin up, forcing her eyes on him, and goes for the kiss. Was he under a spell?

Ava feels his lips on hers, soft and warm, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, responding to his kiss with equal enthusiasm. She forgets everything else: the crowd, the noise, the doubts.

Jamie gently pulls back, amused by Ava's eyes barely blinking open. Mesmerized by his kiss she says, “I think I liked that.”

Jamie smiles, his eyes sparkling with awe.

He leans in again and whispers in her ear, “Would you be willing to give me a shot outside of the festival, darling.” He kisses her forehead and hugs her tight, making her feel safe and happy. He looks at her and says,” A proper date when all this is over?”

Ava squeals with excitement, nodding her head, “I’d be insane to pass up that offer.”

Tags @avabower @wonnou

[scourgethehedgehogshrine]

so it seems like you like ducktales, and i once saw a post on this site about how scourge would totally team with the evil version of darkwing duck and how they have some things in common and i just want to hear what you think of that? feel free to ramble about it.

I LOVE YOU/P

But OH MY GODD THIS THOUGHT JUST CROSSED MY MIND AND I ALREADY HAVE SO MANY IDEAS,, OKAYOKAY SO,

I personally feel like Scourge would look at this guy and go “ okay, what a fuckin’ loser. Ducks are fer’ pluckin’, chump, now scram. ” Negaduck gets mad, he doesn't tolerate this: he was a star for ages back in his prime, he saved a life! Who is this sucker to call HIM of all people a ‘Chump’? They get into a fight, Scourge is visibly winning because.. Well, picture this, Sonic w/ a master emerald boost who has terrible intentions w/ both the world and anyone who crosses his path, but against I'm pretty sure if we're going by the reboots version, an old actor. While I don't wanna underestimate this guy(he almost killed Drake), if we're logically speaking, I doubt he'd ever beat Scourge. He may have played Darkwing Duck, but he never had the spirit of Darkwing Duck — You can see this during season 2 episode 16 of ducktales, when he is visibly shocked on how Drake didn't die when he exploded the box of dynamite under him. So yeah, I do believe Scourge would absolutely SOLO a fight w/ this guy, cuz sure, Scourge is pathetic, but GOD this guy is a SLAG. But anyways, back to the point.

They fight, but during this fight something happens and they make amends, they team up. Both of these losers plan to betray each other, but right now they have a temporary truce to take out the ones they hate: Those insufferable, imposter ’HEROES’.

I could definitely see the similarities, both hate their noble counterparts, DESPISE, even. Scourge can’t stand Sonic because that's what he could've BEEN. He had a chance to be loved, to be admired and respected by everyone, to have a good life. But instead, he was overshadowed by his beloved, heart of gold double. Sonic.

Negaduck hates Drake/Darkwing because that's what HE wants to be. Loved. Not forgotten, not under looked.. He wants attention. We already see in his first appearance that he hates how he's ’Old news’, so much so that he's a complete jerk to his oldschool fans, no matter how much they adore him. But all of a sudden he switches the second he sees a kid, a new beginning.. Just to be disappointed yet again. Then he meets this random stranger, who all of a sudden, is starring in a LITERAL MOVIE. A movie which will be seen by hundreds, no, THOUSANDS of kids. And the target audience? Children. He looked at Drake and saw what was supposed to be HIS future, but was slapped in the face w/ a brutal “You're not in the movie.”

I guess the similarities are there, Negaduck hates Darkwing because that's what he should've been, and Scourge hates Sonic because.. Well, that's what HE SHOULD'VE BEEN.

They parralel each other so well, I could see them clashing together and working w/ each other(of course, before the two betray each other.)

[astranva]

Deuxmoi | Lights, Camera, Action!

Word Count: 2.5k

Category: Fluff/Angst-ish? just a tiny bit, you might want to squint

Warning: a few swear words

Summary: Actress!Y/N and Harry’s relationship is mentioned in Deuxmoi’s podcast, and they both listen to it.

a/n: thank you for showing so much love to the first part: the graham norton show! let me know what you think of that one xx 

.. 

In a perfect world, the early stage of your and Harry’s relationship would have been hidden from the public world. In a perfect world, you would have held hands as you walked out together after your first date. You would have kissed out in the open. 

You both knew what you were signing up for when you had agreed to the stardom life, but that didn’t mean the inconvenience of constant violation of your privacy didn’t bother you.

The flirting during the Graham Norton Show interview didn’t go unnoticed by everyone. The moment the interview aired, it was the only thing people cared about, bets being made and TikToks being created predicting when you and Harry would date. 

Deuxmoi, an Instagram account that had gained so much popularity for sharing exclusive celebrity gossip, was getting too many questions about you and Harry, as your friends had told you.

DMs were sent:

“Spotted an A list actress whose movie comes out in a few days with A list singer/actor who has shown to be a fan of hers since he was young on a date at Bay Diner! They were laughing together and looked so into each other! Shared dessert and talked about dogs and books! Anon pls” 

“saw Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles grabbing coffee together in London today. Looked very cute and comfortable with each other! Anon pls” 

“My friend worked on the set of Love Me Always and told me a certain British celebrity who everyone loves got invited to the premiere 👀 anon pls.” 

It was no surprise that the gossip account was basking in that new content, and as much as fans liked it, many came forward with their own theories. 

Publicity stunt for your new movie. Publicity stunt for Harry’s new movies and album. Publicity stunt just because. Harry was your rebound. You were Harry’s rebound. It was nothing serious. 

You had been in the industry long enough to expect the commotion, but for the most part, you had hoped it remained private for a while longer.

It had been exactly 5 days after your and Harry’s interview, and 4 days after your first date, when you met again for the third time. 

“You didn’t have to,” Harry smiled as he greeted you at the door after seeing the box of pizza and a bouquet of flowers in your hands. 

He had leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek; one that made you feel all warm. 

You mirrored his smile as you took off your shoes after he took the pizza and flowers from you, “Wanted to,” you replied, “Besides, I’m starving.” 

“I was actually thinking we could order some sushi,” he said, walking beside you to his living room. 

“Pizza for appetizers, sushi for dinner. Sounds great to me,” you said, sitting down on his couch. 

Harry was shortly on it, ordering sushi for the both of you as he sat beside you, his legs turned towards your direction. 

“Is that the vanilla candle you told me about?” You asked, pointing at the lit candle on the table. 

He nodded, “Yeah, that’s it. Do you like it?” 

“Smells so good,” you said, “I need to order that.” 

Harry had made a mental note that instant: buy you that vanilla candle and a few more. 

Naturally, you and Harry fell into a conversation. 

It was worth studying how things flow with Harry–no room fr awkwardness. Harry was someone whose undivided attention make the other person feel like they’re really being heard, and that Harry was genuinely present in the conversation. His eye contact, although could get a little intimidating, was something you admired about him. 

He usually held eye contact, but the more you talked, the more you realized how his gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips ever-so-subtly. It made butterflies erupt in your stomach, and it definitely fed your ego enough to let a small smirk be painted onto your face. 

“You know you can just kiss me, right?” 

Harry released a breath, instantly wrapping his arms around you and inching closer, “Thought you’d never say,” and with that, his lips were pressed against your own.

It was sweet–he was sweet. He was gentle, and although it was just a sweet kiss that you both took your time with, somehow, Harry made you feel like you were admired, like you were praised. 

His left left yours, still grazing before you leaned forward and pecked his lips again, smiling when Harry’s lips twitched to a smile of his own, “You taste sweet.” 

“Strawberry chapstick,” he answered, “You taste like,” he paused, hands still around you before one hand reached to your back, fingers softly running up and down your sweatshirt-clad back, “A fucking dream.”

You chuckled, “Now you’re being a sap,” you teased.

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow, “Is it working?”

“Eh,” you gave a shrug jokingly, giggling when Harry groaned a little before pecking your lips, “I think what will really seal the deal,” you began, “Like finish it. Secure it,”

Harry hummed, urging you to go on. 

“Is if you make me those scrambled eggs you wanted to know about for breakfast,” you teased him again, referencing his tweet from years ago.

Harry laughed, leaning back as he did but keeping his arms around you, “Fuck off!” 

“What? You asked and I answered!” 

“You’re teasing me!” 

“And what about it?” 

He laughed again before tugging you forward as he fell on his back, making you lay on top of him, “You’re awful.” 

“Says the guy who is beneath me when it’s only the third date.” 

“Third?” He gasped sarcastically, “Feels like years ago.” 

“Bored yet?” You asked.

“No, let’s give it another day,” Harry joked, laughing and squirming when you pinched his side, “I could have never even imagined it, love.” 

You smiled, about to adjust yourself to press a kiss to his lips when your phone rang.

You got up, moving to your bag on the chair and taking it out, seeing that it was your manager. Your eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why he was calling you at that time as it was a full day off for both you and him. 

“It’s Gavin,” you told Harry, “Give me a second,” you said, leaning down to peck his lips and smiling when he did, before picking up, “Hey, Gav.” 

“Guess what?”

“You’re calling me on your day off when you should be doing everything but that, I’m scared to guess.” 

Gavin scoffed through the phone before following with a chuckle, “You and Harry are featured in Deuxmoi’s last episode. On their podcast.”

“Um,” you were unsure what to say, “Nice?”

“There’s a source that’s been spilling too much. You should listen to it.”

“Come on, Gav,” you groaned, “Since when do I pay mind to what people are gossiping about?”

“It’s funny!” Gavin replied, “They’re being very analytical. They’re literally studying your relationship.” 

“And since when do they not?”

“Good point, but seriously, there’s someone you follow on your private Instagram account who has been spilling private shit.”

You groaned, “Not again.”

“Sorry, darling. You might want to filter that account again.”

“Last time it was my cousin,” you huffed, “My fucking cousin, Gav.” 

“What about your aunt? The one with badly dyed blonde hair? I’ve always said she was sketchy.” 

“You think everyone’s sketchy,” you replied.

“I’m rarely wrong,” Gavin said. 

You sighed, “I’ll listen to the stupid podcast,” you said, “Now you’re interrupting my date. I might fire you or something.” 

“Oh please do,” he teased, “Have fun. Tell Harry I say hi.”

“Will do. Bye, Gav. Have a good night.” 

“You, too, darling.” 

You hung up and looked at Harry, whose arms were crossed under his head, eyes on you, “Everything alright?” 

“Gavin says hi,” you started before huffing, putting your phone on the table, “And apparently we’re one of Deuxmoi’s topics for their podcast.” 

“What’s that?” He asked, opening his arms and scooting back, making space on the couch beside him so you could lie there. 

You lied down, smiling when he wrapped his arms around you before you wrapped one arm around his waist, “This celebrity gossip Instagram account that receives way too much from sources and stuff,” you briefly explained, “They started a podcast where they talk about exclusive stuff. People trust them too much.”

“So, like E News?” 

“A little,” you nodded, “But people trust those more. They post juicy stuff.” 

Harry hummed, “Sounds unsettling.”

“For you, yes,” you nodded, “But for a fan? That shit’s worth money.” 

He chuckled, “And what did Gavin want with that?” 

“Told me to listen to it. Someone on my private Instagram account is leaking stuff,” you frowned.

“That sucks,” Harry frowned, too, “Do you have any idea who that might be?”

“No, not really. Last time it was one of my cousins.”

“Ouch,” he hissed. 

You sighed, “Yeah.” 

“Let’s listen to it then,” he said, “Come on.” 

“We really don’t have to.”

“It can help you know who’s been leaking stuff,” he said, “Might help you connect some dots.”

“Are we seriously going to listen to a celebrity gossip podcast about us?” 

Harry hummed, leaning forward to peck your lips, “Sounds romantic, doesn’t it?” 

“Yeah, very,” you joked, turning in his grasp to reach for your phone, “You asked for it.” 

“Let’s have a good laugh.”

“Anon please! Deuxmoi has the whole story. Did you hear what Deuxmoi said? Do you believe that blind item? I need more—I need to hear more!” The podcast episode began, voices overlapping for the intro, and Harry was already chuckling.

“Hello! And welcome to Deux U; the show where you’ll hear all the latest celeb gossip and special exclusives that I will not share on my Instagram or in my DMs. I’m the voice of Deuxmoi,” a distorted voice said, “This week we’ll be talking about Y/N Y/LN and Harry Styles dating rumors, Taylor Swift’s engagement rumors, Will Smith’s new coffee line, and some recent celeb pairing,” The voice said, “And the best of all: today I’ll be talking with close contact, let’s call her LMA staff; she is the direct insight of today’s juice. let’s get started!” 

“LMA?” You asked. 

“Love Me Always?” Harry replied with your new movie’s name, causing your eyes to widen. 

“You think?” 

He shrugged, “Let’s keep listening.”

You were thankful you were the first topic, skipping the seconds of pleasantries and laughing to get right to it.

“Okay so, Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles,” the distorted voice said, “I’ve been receiving so many DMs about them, it’s insane.”

“It’s what happens when you combine two of literally, the hottest stars right now,” LMA said, “Y/N is always everybody’s favorite topic. Add Harry Styles and you’re making thousands.” 

“Right! So these two have been sighted a few times after their interview together. They were totally flirty, had some amazing chemistry, and you could see how flustered they were during that interview.” 

“You really could,” LMA agreed, “It was about time they met. Harry is a huge fan of Y/N, we all know that, but what people don’t know is that Y/N is also a huge fan of Harry. Like, listens to his albums, likes his style, has liked a few pictures that mention Harry that were posted by Alessandro Michele or Harris Reed. Like, you could tell there was interest from the start.” 

Harry raised a teasing eyebrow, only giving you a look before you rolled your eyes at him, stifling your smile. 

“They’re honestly so cute. So many people have been asking me, like, is that a PR stunt? Is that for exposure? Because Y/N’s movie comes out in two days, right? And that’s what usually happens in Hollywood or the entertainment industry. It’s a technique that almost never fails,” the distorted voice of Deuxmoi said.

“I can actually confirm that it’s not a stunt,” LMA said, “Y/N doesn’t do stuff like that. She has stayed single for a long time, because she’s that type that likes to commit. You know, have a long-term relationship and all. Like, the last relationship was–Y/N and Dylan O’Brien were together for three years, broke up in 2019 and neither have been in a relationship since then,” they said, “Everybody was almost sure that they’d get engaged, right? And before Dylan, another two years of commitment.” 

“Yeah, I see the pattern. I’m seeing the pattern.” 

It was a little awkward listening to that with Harry, you thought you’d like it way too much if earth could swallow you right there and then, but he showed no reaction.

Until he tugged you closer. 

“I’m not so sure about Harry, to be honest. We haven’t seen Harry in a long-term relationship, like ever. Longest was when he was with the French model, Camille Rowe, and that lasted for a year as far as we know,” LMA said, “But from what I saw, Harry is very into Y/N. He gets her flowers, they talk everyday, and their body language just screams ‘I’m so into you’ if that makes sense,” they laughed.

“I actually received an email,” the distorted voice said, “From someone who claims to be close to Harry, or like, knows him personally. They said this the happiest they’ve seen Harry in a long time.” 

You looked up at Harry, raising your eyebrows at him. He looked at you, giving you a sheepish shrug with a bashful smile, his cheeks beginning to flush. 

“That’s so cute!” LMA exclaimed, “It makes so much sense because Y/N is such a fun person to be around, and Harry’s one of the most respectful people in the industry. It’s an amazing match. Yesterday Y/N posted a story to her private account, it was a picture of coffee and flowers, and like, on the cup of coffee there were doodles of these cute hearts and then an H, so it was obvious it was from Harry.” 

“Oh my God, stop, that is so cute!”

“Right?!” LMA giggled.

“Okay last question before we move to the next topic,” the distorted voice said, “Is it true that Harry will be Y/N’s date to her new movie? At the premiere?” 

“Not true,” LMA answered, “I can neither confirm nor deny his presence at the premiere though, but he’s not Y/N’s date. It’s too soon. Y/N’s going solo.” 

“Well, you heard it, guys! We’re going to keep an eye out.” 

“Everyone’s already doing that,” LMA laughed.

“True, true. Now, Taylor Swift…” 

You paused the podcast before locking your phone. 

Harry sucked in a breath, “That was interesting.” 

You groaned, nuzzling your head in his neck, “That’s no fun.” 

He chuckled, rubbing your back softly, “It wasn’t too bad,” he said, “Besides revealing your Instagram story.” 

“I knew having a private account was risky,” you mumbled. 

“You have too many people following you there.” 

“They’re like 65.” 

“I think you might need to make them 64 now, love,” Harry said gently.

“I hate that,” you said. 

“It sucks,” he agreed. 

You hummed, closing your eyes. 

Harry continued to rub your back, making you almost sleepy. 

Softly and quietly, you talked, “Are you still coming to the premiere?” 

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

[tinyshinysylveon]

“Back off he’s mine!”

Strong arms held Izuku back as the two men in front of him got discouraged when they saw who it was before leaving with a grunt. 

“Fuck, I swear the minute I take my eyes off of you, you get yourself into trouble.” 

Izuku couldn’t breathe. How could he when the one he admires is right there holding him in place in his arms? Words that have been said gets tuned out due to the loud beating of his heart and he didn’t feel like moving for fear he’ll be let go. However, it was short lived once the pressure around him left and he was standing next to his blonde savior. 

“I was asking for directions!” Izuku argued while trying to calm himself down. “I just.. didn’t know where you were since it got too crowded...”

Katsuki raked his hair back in a show of frustration. “I asked if you wanted to hold hands instead, but you were too stubborn and said no.” 

“T-That’s because-!” 

“Yeah, yeah, because I’m your bodyguard and you’re some spoiled rich brat who’s gullible enough to follow two shady men in some dark alleyway,” the bodyguard stated a matter-of-factly. 

No, that’s not true... 

“Don’t worry my prince, I’m not going to dirty your royal hand,” Katsuki continues in jest and Izuku frowns at that. “Unless..” 

Quick hands turn Izuku’s chin upwards closer to Katsuki’s smirking face. “You want me to.”

Ah, there it is. What makes this particular bodyguard different from the rest was not only his superior ability to apprehend an enemy in just a blink of an eye, but also his flirtatious nature. Something that Izuku isn’t familiar with, but unashamedly became a victim of. It doesn’t help when it’s paired with a handsome face and his devilish yet charming smile. 

“I-I think this is inappropriate,” Izuku tries to reason with him in a whispered voice as his eyes darts elsewhere. He can feel his face steadily burn up under his bodyguard’s red gaze. 

“Oi, eyes on me.” 

Katsuki’s gruff voice finally pulled the attention of forest eyes on him. His face slowly leaning towards Izuku, causing the boy to automatically close his eyes. Izuku can hear his low chuckle and with an intake of his breath, he-  

“AND CUT!” a booming voice interrupted.

The two quickly parted once the growing tense atmosphere dissipated. In Izuku’s case, he felt relief and drew out a breath to relax himself. 

This action didn’t escape Katsuki though.

“What? Was it too much for you, or do you want me to tone it down a bit?” the young blonde actor sends him a smug look and even on set, his personality is much like the bodyguard. 

Before Izuku can answer, the film director praises them for their act, then tells them to take a break for the next upcoming scene. Izuku takes this opportunity to leave, but someone takes him by the arm and led him to the other side of the room. 

“Kacchan, where are you taking me?” 

“Come to my trailer, I think you need a few extra lessons, don’t you think?” Katsuki lowly murmurs in his ear as Izuku shivers in response and has no choice but to follow. 

After all, if this opportunity lets him get closer to his favorite actor/childhood friend, then who could blame him? 

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They really were doing extra lessons, much to Izuku’s embarrassment and Katsuki’s endless teasing. ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

[lexacoolfox]

Hi can i request headcanons for the upper moons +enmu and muzan for a gn reader who acts like Junko enoshima

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Submission by: midoriya1mia

A/n: I’m so happy to do a upper moons, Muzan and for the first time ever enmu. Also I’ve been working on other writing and trying to balance that with school. I’ve also got to do things with friends and family. But I won’t forget to try and write stories on my tumblr! Ok onto the headcanons

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He found you delightful. You enjoyed the pain and suffering of others. Just like him.

You even enjoyed it when it happened to you.

When he first put you into a dream he put you in a nightmare. When you awoke you thanked him for giving such good despair.

You also had a good fashion sense, he admired how beautiful you looked. You just soaked up the praise. You were very narcissistic

“Like yeah! You should feel lucky to even be in my presence!”

You wished to cause despair to everyone. Even to enmu.

You tried to think of ways to cause him despair.

He was fine with you cause despair to others but he liked the idea of you causing him despair

Cause the only to do that was to probably do something That would cause extreme pain.

But besides that.

He loved your quirky nature

You praise him when he turns people dreams to nightmares then eats them

“Enmu babe! That was so hot! You should do that to me! Come on! Give a despair inducing nightmare!”

You didn’t like demon slayers, always coming in and giving people hope. It was so irritating to you.

“These demon slayers are so boring. Hope isn’t nearly as fun as despair. They don’t give up hope and keep pushing on. Especially those hashira. Ugh it’s like so annoying.”

You often switch personalities. One minute your loud and confident another your collected and smart or quite and remorseful. You also act cute while making a weird voice.

He admired how smart you were. You were practically the mastermind in some scenarios.

You were a great actor and where manipulative. Tricking people easily.

When enmu told you what happen at an lower moon meeting. You got so jealous.

“All that despair and I didn’t even get to see it!”

Enmu made it better when he put you into a nightmare of it happening all over again.

When you awoke you were ecstatic.

“Wow that was so exciting! I can only imagine what it felt like in person!”

To him you were a strange, but incredibly smart individual. Also very persistent, not backing down until a certain goal of yours is complete. Which is normally despair.

He found it weird how much you enjoyed despair even when it was you who was enduring the despair.

Compared to him (in his personal opinion) you were absolutely gorgeous. He would wonder how he got with some one like you.

You loved to watch him work and eat humans and the terror on their face! Made you blush and have electric feeling going thru you body making you shudder.

You and his sister Daki got along very well, you both were often doing fashion stuff with each other.

Gyutaro has favorites on the personalities you switch too. He likes the smart and collected one.

He gets slightly annoyed by the cute one with a weird voice.

He finds the quite and remorseful one oddly cute.

Most of the time your very loud and confident, which he doesn’t mind too much.

He did like how smart you were. You helped him and his sister Daki come up with ways to eat more humans, without drawing too much attention from the demon slayers.

You were also manipulative and were good a leading humans to them without any trouble.

Demons slayers annoyed, because they brought hope to people. Which is the opposite of what your trying to do.

And when gyutaro is feeling a bit down on himself thinking he ugly. You come in and knock some sense into him

“You realize all these people you eat look way worse. Your dangerous in more ways than one. One them being dangerously handsome.”

He found your reason for acting the way you do stupid. You just cared about causing despair.

He was impressed by how smart you are. But not like he ever tell you that.

He often doesn’t go along with your little plans to cause despair. He only does it, if it benefits him.

It annoyed him when you switch to your personality with a weird voice.

You remind him of a certain someone when you turn quite and remorseful. Which he hates

He thinks your sexy when you switch to acting collected and smart.

Most the time your loud and confident. Which doesn’t annoy him too much.

Though when he does cause despair, you can’t help but praise him.

Which causes him to act smug.

He didn’t care how you looked, but he’d be a liar if he didn’t think you were beautiful.

He found it a little bit weird and disturbing by the face you made when he was eating someone, the despair that was left on their face just sent a electric feeling through your body.

He found it a bit weird. How you enjoyed causing despair but then he himself caused plenty of despair, so he didn’t care to much.

He didn’t mind that you tagged along just to see him kill, causing despair. Sometimes he would watch you in towns cause despair to other people, it entertained him, but when it came to women,he would shut that down real quick.

When asked why he says

“cause unlike a certain uppermoon. I actually respects women.”

Though sometimes you help him get food in big cities without being caught. Akaza can’t get human so easily cause of the way he looks.

So you use your manipulative skills and acting to lure them into alleyways. Where Akaza ambushes them and eats them.

But he specifically tells you to go for men and not women. He threatened to punch if you do or would say

“I won’t let you tag along with me anymore.”

You respect his wishes, not because you were scared of him. The thought of him punching you was a temptation to you more than a threat. But you didn’t want hear his nagging to complaining. you also didn’t want Akaza to not take you with him. He caused such good despair!

Now Akaza doesn’t judge or care about someone looks but he did admit to himself that you had really good sense of fashion.

When he found out you can just switch personalities it was weird to him. But not like he really cared but the new sides of you were interesting

There was a side of you the was quite and remorseful. Which showed that maybe you weren’t completely evil

A side of you with a silly voice. He thinks it kinda childish but he thought it was fun.

One that the was smart and collected. He thinks that the mature side of you.

Most of the time your loud, confident, and kinda narcissistic. Which he doesn’t mind.

Akaza likes to show off how strong he is. After defeating his enemies, you praise him for the despair and how strong you think he is.

He found your company delightful. He liked that you like to cause despair

And like him you were very beautiful. You both would praise each other and act all high and mighty. Soaking in each other’s praise.

He liked to see you scheme for your next plan to spread despair. All of them were really genius and which he would tell you.

He even accepted every time you asked if he could help cause despair. Cause sometimes he just bored and he gets to eat people.

When you do it by yourself, it entertaining to watch for him. Something to do in his free time.

You were also were a great actor like him. But you use it to get people to do things for you, or lure them into a trap.

Douma was even more entertained by you when you would switch personalities

His favorite was the one with the silly voice.

He liked the smart and collected on, you sounded so mature. Which was hilarious cause most of the time your the opposite

You also became quite and remorseful. Which is one that Douma didn’t expect you to have.

Most of the time you were loud and confident, also a little quirky. Which vibes with Douma’s personality fine.

One time Douma asked if he can cause you despair and you said yes.

Long story short you were pretty bloody and beaten. But you couldn’t stop laughing.

“All the pain and misery, it’s amazing. Despair! It’s amazing!”

You actually payed him back, when you stole a poison from a demons slayer estate, and poured in a women mouth that was already dead. He started eating her and halfway they he stopped and started getting terrible stomach pain.

You didn’t pour enough to kill him. just enough to cause him pain.

He didn’t get your reason for causing despair.

When he asked, the answer wasn’t really the one he expected.

“Don’t you think the worlds a little bit too boring? Despair. Even for a short time saves me from the boredom. That why I like to cause despair it anything but boring.”

Your reason for being the way you are is because of boredom? He didn’t really get it but didn’t care to much about it either.

Though he be a liar if he didn’t find your plans weren’t genius. They were even a little bit entertaining to watch them unfold.

If you beg enough, he’ll sometimes give in and help with your plans. They only really convinces him if he gets to eat somebody.

He didn’t mind when you would watch him work. Seeing all that despair was always so inviting to you.

When you change personalities did intrigue him.

Smart and collected: was definitely his favorite and didn’t even think you could act that calm and calculated

Quite and remorseful: where is that one when you cause despair. Why do you even have it?

A childish one with a silly voice: your already hard enough to deal with it as it is. He could do without that one.

Most of the time your loud, confident, and a little crazy. But he deals with it anyway.

He only ask you a favor when he’s in a giant area with a lot of people. You help sneak them away and have kokushibo ambush them.

You and Muzan got along swimmingly. You both cause despair. But you did because you were bored. He did because he has a god complex, and likes to feel stronger than others

When he would look at your plans, he was impressed by how thought out they were. You even had backup plans. He just loved to watch them unfold and seeing terror on people faces.

You wouldn’t ask Muzan to help you. But you would suggest that he might have fun doing them. He knew what you were doing. But seeing how most of your plans go, he would go along with it especially if he’s bored and has nothing better to do. He doesn’t care if he gets to eat or not.

You liked to watch him work. He doesn’t just cause despair to humans but to his fellow demons. You liked seeing and hearing a demon or humans screams or the terror on their face. It makes you giggle. Also causing your eyes to swirl. When a demons is obvious killed by muzan because they failed him or made him angry. You often like to say

“It’s punishment time!”

He liked having you around, he believed that he was the most perfect being there was. You were a pretty close second, in looks anyway. You believed he was perfect and you often compliment him. Making his ego bigger.

He had different opinions of your switch personality

Quite and remorseful one, made him feel stronger than you but also made him question do you actually enjoy what you do.

Your smart and collected one, was Definitely one of his favorites. You sounded so serious and it would remind him of himself a little bit. That’s when you were most smart which proved to be useful at times

Your childish one with the silly voice, he hated that one, he doesn’t need to deal with your child antics, he already had enough on his plate. The voice is super annoying too.

Most of the time your basically a diva, but you aren’t rude to him. You knew you would be killed the second you disrespected him.

Muzan doesn’t need your help in big areas luring people away. He looks normally human and can do things faster in a blink of an eye.

Let’s be honest. He a sadist and you are also a sadist but also a masochist. you enjoyed experiencing it almost as much as you like inflicting it.

So if your getting on his nerves he will sometimes shut you up and give you despair. To which you thank him.

He found it weird but entertaining, it was better to hear your manic giggles and hearing thanks. Instead of hearing loud annoying screams and pleads for forgiveness from lowly demons.

I really hope this was to your satisfaction. I’ve never really done this kind of things before, and I really tried to get junko’s character right.

[maxwell-grant]

Who's your favorite Batman villain?

The Penguin. Was gonna put off this ask for a bit but I got surprised today with an incredible rendition of him, so now the dastardly bumbershoot waddled and squawked his way into my thoughts again and I gotta talk about him.

Penguin's not just my favorite Batman villain, he's my favorite DC character and comic book supervillain, the main reason I even want to write a Batman story someday.

I love the imagery that surrounds him, the trick umbrellas and the birds he so lovely dotes after and the WAKs and the Iceberg Lounge, which has become maligned in recent years as a sign of his downfall, but I very much appreciate as a concept in general still. I love a lot of the performances and actors who've taken him over the years. Burgess Meredith and Danny DeVito are some of my favorite performers of all time, Paul Williams has a wonderful voice and starred in my favorite film of all time. Tom Kenny, David Ogden Stiers, Robin Lord Taylor, Penguin's just had such great, terrific performances and adaptations. Batman Returns is my favorite Batman film by far and it was what got me to start paying more attention to Oswald.

I love the roles he can play in any given Batman story and how he's managed to endure all of his falls from grace by becoming an indispensable part of Batman's worldbuilding. I love his varied dynamics with Batman and Riddler and Catwoman and Gordon and his henchmen and those who get close to him. I love his style and the way he conducts himself when he's allowed to be more than just a generic mob boss. Penguin's design has, by simply staying unchanged over the decades, gone from "common rich person wear draped over a funny cartoon gangster" to "he is so out of touch and desperate for respectability that he dresses like an 1930s capitalist caricature, like a little kid's idea of what a rich and respectable man looks like, and Penguin's still stuck in that mindset". I love how absurd and plausible he is.

I like that Penguin can very easily fit just about any kind of Batman story, from the campy supervillain plots to the gritty urban crime ones. You can tell stories about Penguin falling in love, pretending to be legit because he doesn't want his aunt to learn he's a criminal, and opening up a comedy act with a talking penguin, or stories about Penguin terrorizing the city with giant robots and guided missiles and driving people to suicide. I like that he's a character who both relishes in his lifestyles of supervillain and crimelord alike, and yet is perpetually restless because the minute he acquires what he wants, he immediately starts wanting something else. He could have Batman and the Batfamily and all other supervillains wiped out and have Gotham in his pocket and maybe even become President of the United States, and he'd still want more. Because Oswald is nothing but wants, the wants of a traumatized manchild in a funny costume throwing money and toys and brute force and tantrums at the world until it makes sense, which only makes him far too fitting as a Batman villain.

Everyone forgets that Penguin was canonically the first villain to ever successfully escape Batman at the end of a story, completely bypassing the usual "villain swears revenge behind bars" ending to instead escape scot-free, and went on to establish himself as one of his biggest, most inventive and most cunning villains, second only, if not equal, to Joker. I love that he's ruthless and inventive and classy and cunning and brutal and how his main trick is using the fact that everyone underestimates the short fat man to his advantage. He's taken traits that got many of us in real life relentlessly tormented for them, and he uses them to pull the wool over those who think they are better than him.

It'ss a trick that works because even in real life people can't stop looking at this weird and silly little man and think "that guy's too silly for a Batman villain, he's not a murder clown or musclebound monster, what's he gonna do" and, yeah, that's the point, that's been the point from day one, he doesn't look scary or intimidating or even that evil, and he's the guy who pulls the rug under supergenius fighting machine Batman and becomes the top crimelord of Gotham City, a city ruled by terrors and manias and monsters infinitely bigger and scarier and stronger than he is, and he STILL made it to the top and he STILL maintains it, time and time again even when newer and flashier and scarier villains come and go. Batman is, at it's core, a fundamentally absurd character, and Penguin acts as a reminder of that. Because the minute we accept a man can terraform himself with training and money into a living legend on the level of gods, there's no reason why a tiny fat man with similar drive and resources can't likewise throw his weight with monsters and warriors far above his station.

Despite how ridiculously often he's disrespected by writers and fans alike, how far he's fallen off his former position in Batman's Rogues Gallery, and how often he's used as just a punching bag for assorted Bat-people, Penguin never goes away. He's the biggest survivor of all of Batman's villains, more so than the genuinely immortal ones, because he's the cockroach that won't go away no matter how many times you flush it.

Because once you get past the piles of money and the lounge fortresses and the armies of goons and the piles of cartoony gadget toys not too dissimilar from Batman's own, what the Penguin has is brains, and spite and hatred on a scale no other Batman villain has. He hates Batman, because Batman is nothing but yet another bully who thinks he can push Oswald around just because he's bigger and stronger. He hates the lower class for it's unsophisticated brutes and boors that made his childhood hell. He hates the upper class that's rejected and also tormented him since infancy, that he desperately spent so long trying to be a part of. He hates the monsters and supervillains he works with and has to associate with to stay alive. He hates the city that he fights to rule over tooth and nail.

And although he may never admit it, he hates himself, because he'a short paunchy man with a beakish nose who's brutal and immoral not just because those are the cards life dealt him, but because he likes what it affords him too much to give it away. Because he's never going to have the love and acceptance he desperately craves, he will never be able to accept it or keep it. Because he can never fully be a gentleman, or a monster, but instead a sad mix who belongs in neither of their worlds. Because at the end, he doesn't look like anyone else. He looks like one of him.

And still, I like Penguin because he's a Gentleman Villain. The one Gentleman Villain of Batman's rogues gallery, even if that's faded from a lot of his recent appearences that pushed the crimelord aspects to the forefront. He dresses like a gentleman thief, he's canonically a huge A.J Raffles fan, he's one of the most cunning brains of Gotham, he's got the money, resources, and adventurous spirit. Problem is, he's The Penguin. And suddenly, all that he has becomes overblown, outlandish, theatrical, and out of touch purely because it's him trying to do all those things. He's a gentleman adventurer gone rogue, the Count Fosco of the DCU, and that only makes it amusing, even endearing, when Penguin does engage in the swashbuckling antics he's so fond of.

When all his plans go to hell and so he starts fencing Batman, or when he commands henchmen with superflous fancy language, or even when Oswald gives the whole "hero" thing a shot and we see he's actually not bad at it, maybe he actually could have been one if it wasn't for the bile drowning his heart and the hellscape that warped innocent young Cobblepot into Gotham's Penguin, a name that immediately denotes something silly and ridiculous, and he carries it with pride, because he will make you respect that name.

And that's just a couple of reasons. I really, really love this character to the point of obsession and the main reason why I ever wanted to write stories for DC was to get to write Penguin and at least try to do the character a little more justice. But if nothing else, Penguin endures, regardless of what happens to him, in and out of universe. If nothing else, that's a very admirable quality in a supervillain. Oswald is the best.

[technowoah]

Cant Handle This

Quackity's facade keeps breaking, and he tries to keep the pieces together. You're the only one who can make him show his true self

- Quackity x gen neutral reader

- this is a long one yall.

Now playing...

Can't Handle This (Kanye Rant)

Bo Burnham

0:01 ─●──────── 3:29

⚠︎ swearing, angst, mentions of mcyttwt, based on the song above, and ofc its not proofread

Part of my Inside Special!

Quackity sat in his chair currently streaming right now, he seemed like he was having a good time from your spot on his bed. You were currently laying on his bed after he invited you here to relax.

You two had laid in his bed just enjoying eachothers company until he got a call from Tommy saying he was ready for the lore stream which sent Alex into a frenzy. Alex sent out a quick "Im sorry" about the lateness of his stream and then quickly set everything up.

He then started to stream which left you alone on the the bed to your own devices. You were scrolling through Twitter looking at Alex's fans talk about what's happening on the stream and posting screenshots of his character and himself.

You admired him from afar as he ended the lore part of his stream, he took time to type on his phone to text you that he decided to stream longer to talk to his fans. He looked to you and you have him a nod with a smile and he gave one back.

"Hey guys! That's the end of the lore!" He exclaimed to his chat as he types at his computer setting a new background.

You continued to listen to him praise his chat for supporting him and making him be able to make those types of streams. You were always proud of Alex no matter what he did, you were always his number one supporter no matter what happened in reality or on the internet.

"So anyways! I wanted to talk to you guys! How are you all?" He smiled at his camera looking back and forth from his chat.

◇T0mm71nn1t: THE STREAM WAS SO GOOD QUACKITY

"Oh thank you! Im glad I could share this with you. It takes so much to put into these movite type streams, so I know now it is all worth it."

Quackity's pov. . .

He felt so overwhelmed, he shouldn't have began to stream again. The stress of putting everything together, plus being late to the stream made him rush into it more. He just wanted to lay back down with his lover who was enjoying watching him stream, and that's the goal he wants. His goal was to entertain, it was his job and he doesn't want to fail, he doesn't want to crack.

◇Mayatooni3: WE LOVE YOU QUACKITY

◇catiiequak: QUACKITY ITS MY BIRTHDAY CAN I GET A HAPPY BIRTHDAY??

◇yriaaolic: 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

"Happy Birthday!" He said seeing the comment pass in a second. "Happy Birthday to anyone who's Birthday it is today."

Right now it was hard. It was hard to keep up when there was always a constant demand, the constant need to be perfect, his past being brought up, and trying to one-up his content everytime. He loved this, but at the same time it had the same weight as a job.

In the back of his mind he knew the "When is Quackity streaming???" is mostly lighthearted, he never wants to leave.

"Quack are you okay? Im fine! Just thinking about how to get something to eat at 2am." He laughed lying to his fans, he wanted to stop this stream.

He kept looking over to his lover lying their head on his pillow scrolling through their phone and alternating their vision from him and their phone. He always caught a glimpse of their small smile everytime he looked. He was doing something right.

"Do yall think Taco Bell is open? The only problem I have is that Im fucking starving."

He paused for a moment taking a deep breath trying to keep his emotions down. The stress was getting to him, and he fucking knew it, but he didnt stop. He was going to get burnt out eventually and stop streaming and YouTube all together, but he needed this. He needed a break, he needed to take time for himself and stop putting on a happy face when he isnt.

TTS ◇pulixsaxe: "Did you see what was happening on Twitter quackity?"

"Wait what's happening on Twitter?" He asked with a weary laugh.

I can sit here and pretend like my biggest problems are

Pringle cans, and burritos

The truth is, my biggest problem's you,

Your eyes widened as he mentioned Twitter. Truth be told he was trending because of his stream, yes, but also they brung up stuff from his past again in the wake of another content creator's past or present being brought up. You hadn't paid attention to that, you were only getting fueled up from Twitter bringing up an issue that he already had addressed.

Tempted to speak and tell him its fine, he already spoke up before you.

"I bet it's fine! I dont wanna... I don't need to look." He said with a smile. He always had that smile on.

Either it was a full smile or a half smile. It never left his face and it comforted you somehow. Maybe it was that you were his significant other, but you always wondered if anyone saw the same things as you. The things like his smile that never left his face.

"Yeah! I dont need to look at that." He waved his hand dismissing the comment away. He then sighed letting his shoulders relax as you saw his smile fade and his eyes close for a second and immediately put that small smile back on his face while his eyes were glossy, but bright.

He needed to end this stream soon. You saw his face fall then in a split second come back to life except his eyes were glossy with tears. You wondered if anyone else noticed.

"I want to please you

But I want to stay true to myself

I want to give you the night out that you deserve"

His eyes tearful as he tried to blink them away trying to not make a scene.

"Sorry! Allergies ugh!" He said as he wiped his tears away claiming them as allergies.

"Are you crying? No! Im not a pussy!" He yelled at his chat in a joking manner.

He was crying and he felt weak. He felt emotionally weak, and weak as in not strong, he didn't feel strong and his lover who was sitting on his bed with a concerned look on their face always told him that it's okay to feel weak. The only meaningful thing is how you pick yourself up, they always told him, bur now he felt at rock bottom.

He wanted to give his fans "himself", the goofy, lovable, loud, quick-witted, Quackity. But then again his lover always told him to separate Quackity from Alex. He wanted to give himself to his audience, he wanted to be authentic and share himself, but he cant. Alex isn't all laughs, he is serious, calmer, and when he gets on the screen is when he lets it all out then goes back to his more calmer self. That's not what they want.

"But I want to say what I think

And not care what you think about it"

Giving himself meant dialing back, he wants to tell how hes actually feeling, he wants to say what he thinks about Twitter, what he thinks about certain friends, about his fanbase, and then leave it alone. He wanted to delete social media and then speak his mind without knowing what anyone is saying about it. It was paradise to him, but of course it cant be that way and that's what he hates. He feels like a actor when he really wants to be himself.

"A part of me loves you,"

Alex loved his fanbase, he had such a supportive fanbase that loved his content. Some of them did atleast he didn't fully know, but they gave him the courage to do this time and time again knowing that his content is at least taking them from the harsh reality of real life for a few minutes or hours. This was the reason he did this, for them.

Alex would never admit this but they boosted his ego too, it would for anyone. The fact that there were people who wanted and enjoyed content from him made him feel good about himself.

"part of me hates you"

He hated the contant criticisms, he hates that they feed his ego so much that it makes him want to stream more to feel good about himself and to make people get away for awhile. Alex knew inside of his heart he couldn't truly hate his fanbase, they gave him everything he ever wanted. He hates them for that and that's such a scary thing. He never fails to wonder if he did the things to deserve all the love and hate he gets.

"Part of me needs you,"

They feed his ego, they make him want to go above and beyond. Alex knows that his fanbase is the reason he is here in this chair infront of three expensive monitors. He knows that this is some sort of a job that he needed. He needed the push to keep going and that was them, it was the 200k people watching his stream watching him answer questions about him and

"part of me fears you"

He was fearful of loosing himself to them. Loosing his authenticity to them was something he feared. He didnt want his funny, loud persona to consume him and make him forget about Alex instead of Quackity. He fears what they think as well, he claims he doesnt care, but he does he wants to please them. It feels like two parts of his brain fighting about if he should care or not.

"And I don't think that I can handle this right now"

The text-to-speech bot continued to speak out people's comments that theu paid for while he sat there quietly. He bit his bottom lip trying to not break down infront of everyone he needed to be strong. He needed to be strong.

If he looked up at the camera everyone would see his tears, they would see him breaking.

He played it off as he brough his shirt up to wipe the tears away, claiming it as sweat.

"Im good! Im sorry I spaced out for a second." He shook his head.

He saw you look at him with that same concerned look on your face. As he switched his gaze between you and his computer, he felt his tears come back again.

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

"Alex." You tried to get his attention.

"Yeah guys Im fine!"

"Alex"

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

"I have plans later for another lore stream, so Ill start doing that later tonight."

"ALEX!" You yelled and his head turned around to face you.

"What?" He laughed, biting his lip again.

You couldn't stop him doing this, you could try to course him into going to bed, but right now you couldn't find the words. You just stared at him while he looked at you with a somber smile trying to tell you that he was okay.

He felt his mind telling himself that he need to rest. He wouldnt allow himself to and thats why he was breaking down.

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

Alex was blinking rapidly trying to keep his breathing and tears at bay while he answered his fans.

"My allergies are fine! And I drank water today."

◇moonchild21: WE LOVE YOU

◇sopusand: Why do you look like that?

◇wuackityoo: are you crying??

"Crying is for the weak! I am a strong manly man! Im crying cause I noticed how alpha I am!" He tried to play it off as a "Im a man" joke but you could see right through it.

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

You had sent a quick text to Alex which told him to end the stream for his own mental health, but he left the message unread. He began sniffing and the wiping his eyes again. It was a wreck and you couldn't seem to stop it without literally dragging him out of his chair.

Meanwhile the screens were getting to Alex. Alex's eyes were getting tired of the bright screens and the rapid messages that popped up on the screen overwhelmed him for what it seemed like the first time ever in his strraming career. He wanted to give them the fun night they deserved and wanted, but he knows it's getting hard to. He dosent know how long he can keep this up.

As Alex kept joking around about his eyes and physical state the chat was filled with "LMAO" and "HAHAHA" which fuled him more and then at the same time makes him want to stop.

Look at them, they're just staring at me, like

"Come and watch the skinny kid with a

Steadily declining mental health, and laugh as he attempts

To give you what he cannot give himself"

He cannot give himself the luxury of happiness. As he went on with his career it became more and more like a chore, there was mostly down days and of course there were up days, but recently Alex gave his fans the happiness and laughes they wanted while when he turned off the camera he couldn't replicate that same energy as he had before.

It messed him up, he felt himself become separated from his streaming. He wasn't being himself anymore he was being Quackity and that became more apparent as the days passed. He wanted to be himself on camera and at first thats what he thought he was doing. He was himself then it turned into a persona.

Alex wasn't okay and he he needed to take a break from the internet for a while, but he tries to act like he dosent have a dilemma going on inside of his head everytime he sits in this seat. Its for the fans.

"Think that I can handle this right-

I don't think that I can handle this right-

They don't even know the half of this right-

They don't even know the half of it"

"Alex you need to end the stream. Please?"

He looked towards you again where you moved your position from the middle of the bed to sitting up on the end of the bed.

"Ive told you millions of times." He paused for a moment looking down at his lap before looking back up to you. "Im-Im okay." He nodded trying to convince you.

"But I know I'm not a doctor, I'm a pussy, I put on a silly show

I should probably just shut up and do my job, so here I go"

"Cant you belive them!" He laughed to his camera. You scoffed at his comment but still kept an eye on him as he talked.

You didnt need to baby him at all, but right now you were worried about your lover.

Alex continued talking and talking, which you drowned out. You were focused on his face and how he faltered time to time just showing a small frown.

He laughed and showed them a good time even though he was hurting. He kept going and going and you were convinced he was going to hold out until you heard him sniff multiple times while trying to make a joke about the new Minecraft update and how the glow squid has no use.

"Stupid ass squid! Why- why? Its no use expect for glowing ink. Who voted for that!?"

You can tell them anything if you just make it funny, make it rhyme

And if they still don't understand you, then you run it one more time

"Dumbass squid!" He pulled up a picture if the squid as he yelled at it.

You began to worry even more as you saw tears running down his face. He quickly tried to wipe them away, but he knew everyone saw.

Handle this right

You don't even know the half of this right now

Right now (Haa!)

Now

Handle this right

I'll handle this right, I handle this right now

Alex leaned back in his seat and had a blank stare towards the monitor. Looked down for a second and then you heard sobbing coming from his spot. Alex had his head in his hands and was crying harshly into them.

He had finally broken, he couldn't stop the tears from coming and the loud sobs that came from his mouth. He was trying to desperately breathe in to be able to sob, but ended up hiccuping while doing so.

Your eyes widened as you rushed to him resting your hand on his knees and you kneeling infront of him.

"I cant do fu-fucking anything!" He yelled into his hands.

"Hey! I know. Its okay." You tried to console him.

"Its not I try so hard! And I-"

You cut him off. "You are a hard worker Alex and you deserve a week or two off. Take care of you self babe." You stood up bringing his hand with you and trying to make him stand up. He followed your movements and stood up with you putting his head on your shoulder crying into it.

"I just ca-cant right now!"

"You dont have to do anything right now babe."

"Im sorry!" Alex sobbed.

"Dont be." You said bluntly trying to get your lover to calm down.

You rubbed his back soothingly as he sniffled into your shoulder. "Im sorry for ruining your shirt." He tried to laugh through his tears.

"Dont be sorry! Please. You just need rest okay?" You kissed his forehead and he nodded in response.

Alex raised his head up an started to pepper kisses all over your face as you laughed. He gave you one last peck on the lips as he walked away to quickly change into night clothes. You smiled as he laid underneath the covers and continued to softly cry into his sheets. At least he was in bed and not makijg himself even worse.

He couldn't stop the tears from flowing, it was like a flood that could only be stopped with time. He felt like a boulder was lifted off his shoulders only to be replaced with smaller rocks. The smaller rocks was the guilt he held. He felt guilty of making his lover worry about him, he didnt want you to worry.

You rushed over to his desk and turned off the stream and his computers not even bothering to give them a goodnight or goodbye. After the computer lights were turned off it was quite dark in the room except for small light.

Finally you were where you wanted to be all day, in bed with Alex. But this wasnt the predicament you wanted.

"Forgive me. I just cant do shit right can I?" His eyes were still full of tears and he was getting tired.

"Alex dont listen to anyone but yourself." You tried to console him.

"That's what I'm telling myself."

Silence filled the room as you looked at him through tearful eyes of your own.

"Alex, you're so amazing and I cant even tell you how much I appreciate you, and how much you change my life. You do so much shit right its scary sometimes. Some days I think you're perfect, but there's-"

"There's no such thing as perfect." Alex finished your sentence.

"Exactly! Even the best people have their downfalls, they just dont show it. And Alex I know you struggle with that! All I can say is that I love you for you." You finished.

"Can I talk to you about my dilemmas?" He tried to laugh again.

"Tomorrow we can talk. We both need the rest." You said to him as he closed his eyes and nodded in response. He gave you a kiss on you lips before laying back down to sleep.

"Thank you."

"Thank you

Good night

I hope you're happy"

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[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Where the Bears Are

Featuring actor, Tim Hooper

In 2018, I was an extra on the set of Where the Bears Are, a comedy-mystery web series about three gay, bear friends sharing a house in the Silver Lake neighborhood who, in each season, are drawn into a different murder investigation. They were filming a bar party scene. You'd think I'd just died and gone to heaven there were so many good-looking men packed almost shoulder to shoulder in the bar. My cock started getting hard right there. Well, I don’t want to brag but my cock is plenty big. A solid 9.5 inches. Anyway I am only telling you this because when it gets hard it really makes my jeans bulge out at the crotch.

After shooting the scene, I was so excited being on set of the show that I didn’t notice someone walking up behind me until he spoke.

“How are you today?”

I turned around and found myself looking at one of the stars of the show, Tim Hooper. He was handsome blue-eyed daddy bear with graying brown hair, glasses, a moustache and a nice, big belly. His southern accent really caught my attention, adding to his overall looks.

"Nothing special." I answered looking deep into his wonderful blue eyes. “What’s your story?”

“Just plain damn horny.” He said.

We both laughed.

“You know there are places to go to relieve your condition.” I told him.

“Been there, got fucked and sucked and am still horny.” He stated. “Especially since spotting you.”

“And what about me caused you to get so horny?” I asked and smiled at him as I waited for his answer.

“Your cock and looks. I've seen over here with that wonderful big cock of yours and I want it.” The old man told me.

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Yeah, a couple of guys had noticed my bulge, but nobody had come forth and said that they'd go to bed with me until now!

“So how about coming to my hotel?” Tim said as he relaxed his hand on my crotch.

“You are horny!” I said.

“You bet your big cock I am. My ass is twitching for that cock at this very moment.” The old man told me. “So let’s go.”

Hmmm, this might be fun. And l I’ve always been bear fodder, I thought as I let Tim persuade me to leave the set. I like the attention I guess, more likely the positions they get me in. I followed him to one of the high-rise motels and the moment we were in the door, we began frantically pulling off our clothes. I didn't know if Tim was eager or just didn't have much time to fool around before going back to the set, but he wasn't waiting for any conversation. I certainly didn't mind.

As his shirt came off I saw that the fur on his chest that I'd admired earlier continued down his stomach, getting darker and thicker until it ended in a black bush above his rising cock. It was a good 6 to 6.5 inches as I quickly dropped to my knees and took his dick in my hands. His uncut rod had a thickness that filled my mouth nicely as I slid my lips over it and took it in down to its base. He exhaled slowly as he stood there with his hands on my shoulders. My tongue worked his fully erect shaft as I moved slowly up and down. I pulled up and pushed him onto the bed. He leaned back and spread his legs wide allowing me better access.

I held his cock and worked my tongue around his dickhead while my other hand was feeling the hair on his balls. They were much larger and heavier than I'd expected. I thought about what his load might taste like. I worked my tongue to down under his nuts, gnawing gently here and there, slowing the pace of my stroking on his dick. He moaned a bit, then a bit more. After a delicious minute or two he suddenly exhaled, "No!"

Then the next thing I knew, I was lifted to my feet with my dick in his mouth and was sucking on it wildly. Now I'm packing a thick 9.5 inches and it is seldom that a guy can swallow even half of it. But damn if Tim didn’t keep swallowing my cock an inch at a time until his mustache were pressed against my pubes. I was finding it hard to hold back as his hand grabbed my nuts, he squeezed them tight while his head bobbed up and down my prick. I grabbed his head firmly in my hands pounded my cock into his mouth furiously.

This man was a ferocious cock sucker. No mater how hard I shoved my cock down his throat, Tim took it and pushed his face against my crotch for more. He didn't slurp or make a production out of the act, and the only sounds he made were the squishing sounds my cock made as is came out of his throat coated in saliva. I was getting close to cuming when Tim suddenly pulled away.

Tim quickly turned around, knelt on the bed and leaned forward laying his forehead on his folded arms, tipping his ass up a bit in my direction. I took one look at his big white hairy ass with his set of bull balls hanging down between his legs and I set in quickly on eating his ass. He let out a gasp and a soft moan as my tongue worked in and out, eating him. I could tell he was enjoying it as he squirmed a bit, pushing his ass back into my face. I slid my tongue into his warm canal and continued to work my way in until I couldn't get my tongue in any further.

After I ate his ass for several minutes, he was begging me to shove my 9.5-incher deep inside his body. I worked up some spit in my mouth, transferred it to my fingers and spread it around my fully erect cock. I set the tip against his hole and edged my dick in. Tim gasped before putting his hands on the bed, he rose up and pushed ass back and down on my dick. It was time to go in all the way. I listened to his long slow intake of breath as I slowly pushed until my bush was pressed flat against his ass.  

"Yes." He moaned as he reached back to pull me against him, making sure I was all of the way in.

It looked so hot to see the fur on his shoulders and back with traces going all the way down to the ass my cock was now firmly buried in. I pulled out and pushed back in. Out and back, making the slowest of rhythms. Tim turned back to face me and I leaned forward to kiss him. We held a kiss as I worked his ass. He finally turned back and moaned as I continued, now moving a bit quicker.

Every so often Tim would squeeze my dick with his ass muscles, rocking left and right, spreading his legs a bit wider. I continued to pick up the pace as my fucking worked up to a solid rhythm, my balls occasionally slapping against him. He began moaning low. It was very quiet, but with an encouraging note. As I continued to fuck him his moaning grew louder.

After a few minutes of this, I put him on his back and fuck his ass missionary style. And I get to run my hands all over that wonderful, hairy chest while my cock repeatedly drilled his ass. It was a freaking rush! I had Tim with his mouth was open, moaning like a baby.

By the time I was getting close, Tim was begging me to fuck him harder. He was spreading his legs wide apart, giving me full access to his butt. His cock was leaking all over his belly and I knew from the look on his face that he was getting close himself. I figured that was my cue to go for it, so I doubled my effort and pounded his butt even harder, angling the entry direction to smash against his butt nut. That did it. With a loud cry, he grabbed the bed sheets and his cock began spewing cum all over his chest and stomach. His body convulsed with each spurt as he emptied out his seed onto his body.

The contraction of his ass on my cock while he went through his orgasm brought my own nut. It was only another three or four strokes before I slammed up against him and held myself there, my dick in him as deep as it could get.  

"Oh!" I gasped as my cock began to throb, pumping my load into his ass. He was still in the throes of his own nut, moaning and rocking like the world was ending as his warm hole enveloping my throbbing cock.  

"Yes! Yessss..." He finally said, ending in a whisper.

I spend the night with him. We had sex off and on the entire night.

[finelinevogue]

Hello! For the continued part of the blurb in which Harry and YN get casted together; this is the reminder :))

Also here’s a thought about it:

Maybe since like Harry met Olivia on DWD, when Tangled started they're like broken up and so so to make it more realistic (It was more of a suggestion but just do you, your readers would love it either way) :))

Have a great day!!!

yes we will definitely continue this!! okay let’s go;

First day nerves were always the worst.

Whether it was first day of school, first day of a new job, first day at university or, in your case, first day on set, you always got a really bad case of the nervous butterflies. It was just unnerving having to meet new people and try and fit into the way everything worked around here. You were a very social person when you came out of your shell, but you could be a hard one to crack if you weren’t with the right people. Luckily for you this set definitely had the right people. After briefly meeting him on the red carpet for Don’t Worry Darling and then having him text you afterwards, you have to say that now working with Harry Styles seemed like a dream. His music and his charisma shaped him into someone you really liked and really wanted to know more about. He was your all time crush and unfortunately, for you, he’d probably gathered that by now - what with your blushing interview over him.

The weather was beautiful and the buzz on set was amazing. Everyone was rushing around and trying to busy themselves until filming started at 8am. You had just been in hair and makeup and were on your way to set now. The movie wasn’t being filmed in its’ complete order, so the first scene that you were filming was where Flynn climbs up the tower and meets Rapunzel for the first time. Where Harry meets you.

You couldn’t quite believe you were actually here. You were a Disney princess, and your favourite one at that. The purple dress was everything you’d imagined and you felt like a dreamy cloud in it. Your flip flops and robe covered most of your outfit though, to keep you warm until you were needed on set. Instead of going straight inside the filming building, you sat outside on a nearby bench hoping to calm your nerves.

To keep your mind preoccupied you went over and over your lines in your head, cursing yourself when you messed up over something so small. Your fingers picked away at each other, damaging the nail-art that had only recently been put on.

“You’re going to cost the makeup department a fortune if you keep doing that.” You didn’t need to look up to know that it was Harry who was approaching you, but you did anyways. He looked beautiful. His hair was styled the same way as Flynn Ryders and you could see the outlines of his costume underneath the coat he was wearing.

“Oh, sorry.” You laughed nervously, putting your head back down to stop him from catching your blush.

“Hey no need for apologises. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He spoke honestly and you felt the warmth of his words spread over your body, like butter on toast.

“Just really nervous.” You admitted shyly.

“Can I…” He pointed towards the bench space next to you.

“‘Course, yes.” You patted the space encouragingly and watched him pull the trousers up from his thighs to sit more comfortably. God, those thighs. You cleared your throat to detach the dirty thoughts from the back of your mind.

It was quiet until he spoke again. “What’s your favourite Disney movie?”

“What?” You asked confused and Harry repeated the question as calmly as he did last time. You expected him to start giving you words of advice, not asking you your favourite Disney movie. “Oh, um, Tangled of course.”

“You know you don’t just have to say that because you’re the lead actress in the movie.” He nudged you with his shoulder, making you laugh as you swayed away and then back to him.

“Yeah I know.”

“Pity.”

“Why?”

“Just would’ve taken you for more of an avid Lion King fan.” He joked, his dimpled smile boasting its’ way onto his cheeky face.

“I am, actually. I just, there’s something about Rapunzel that draws me to her. I don’t know whether it’s her childhood was similar to mine—”

“Wait you were abducted by a weirdly attractive evil woman who claims to be your— wait! So you’re a princess?” Before you can answer he knelt down before you, capturing your hands in his - neither of your missing the tingles of passion when your skin touched skin - and holding them tightly, whilst he began speaking again, “M’lady, forgive me for being so simple.”

“Harry! What are you doing, y’fool?” You laughed at him, trying to get him to sit back next to you as you’d drawn the attention from a few crew members.

“I’m grovelling at the feet of my future Queen.” He said so matter-of-factly you almost, nearly, truly believed him. Chuffing actor.

“Get up you oaf!” And he did with a little more persuasion. “What I meant was that my childhood was quite isolated and lonely - I didn’t have many friends at all.” You spoke from the heart, not expecting Harry’s eyebrows to furrow with confusion or for him to look so sad.

“I’m sorry.” You knew he meant it.

“At least I have Flo, though, now.” You smiled at the thought of your amazing best friend, whom also happened to be Harry’s most recent co-star. Their performances in Don’t Worry Darling were second to none and you were so proud of Flo for delivering such an awe inspiring delivery to her character Alice.

“And me. Don’t forget me.”

“I could never.” You turned to look at him, unprepared to find him staring back at you with hearts in his eyes. You blushed and had to look away, but you rested the side of your head on his shoulder out of natural instinct. It felt right and it felt comforting. “Thank you, though Harry.”

“Always.” He rested his head back against yours, both of you just watching the busy people prepare for your first scene. The nerves had gone though, now, and you were feeling more at peace with yourself - and with him. “Oh and Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I think that you’re drawn to Rapunzel, because she embodies your courage, kindness, beauty and compassion.” Your heart swelled at his words. You never thought someone could think of you this way, let alone Harry. You pushed your head tighter against his shoulder, wanting him to wordlessly know that you were really grateful for him.

“Smooth, Harry!” He laughed with you, “How long have you been rehearsing that?”

“Too many other lines to remember to be learning them ones too. That, Y/N, was all ad-lib.” And your heart swooned a little more again. He was just so perfect and he made you feel safe. There wasn’t a good enough phrase or word in the English dictionary to justify how good of a person he was or how much he meant to you.

“You’re too good.”

“Too good to maybe ask you out for a drink after today?” You brought your head away from his shoulder in shock from what he just asked. Harry, the Harry Styles, was asking you, Y/N L/N, out for a drink. What?

“No, I think i’ll let you take me out for a drink.” You smiled at him, admiration sitting heavily in your eyes that there was no way he could miss it.

“Yeah?” His eyes glinted back at yours.

“Only if you stop with the compliments, i’m so bad for accepting them.”

“Hmm, no can do.” You rolled your eyes and reached over to take his hand in yours and he instantly linked his fingers with yours. It felt right. Warm. Safe.

“Fine, but don’t be alarmed if I just jump you for being too nice to me or something.” Your words came out faster than your brain could process and your eyes widened once you realised what you’d just said to him. You’d just threatened to jump Harry Styles. Fuck sake. And now he wad laughing, at you or with you you didn’t know.

“Alright, but you don’t be alarmed if I do nothing to stop you.”

Now you understood why he didn’t need to ask what was wrong or if you were okay, his presence was comforting enough to make your nerves dissipate and focus on the only thing that now mattered; him.

[imatechbummerliketomholland]

You are my world. you three are my world now - h.h

hello there! I'm back ! Sorry if it tooks so long, i have a lot of work during these holiday. I hope you like this little request. I didn't have time to be proofread (but a big thank you to@petersasteria who is always there to support me!). Remember that my native language is French, so don't be so mean if i made mistakes!

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Word count: 2300 Warning: angst, mention of pregnancy, small mention of blood, mention of placental abruption Pairing : harry holland Request: yes!

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You didn't expect to be pregnant with twins at your age. The announcement of your pregnancy had also surprised more than one. Despite her support, Nikki Holland had still given the discourse on the importance of safe sex to her son. But Harry had given a more than mature speech in defense of both of you. He was able to prove to his family and to yours that you were ready and that the decision to continue the pregnancy was not rash.

You were now at the half of your eighth month and nothing could stand in the way of your happiness.

Nothing except maybe this.

Nikki had offered to have lunch with her this afternoon. Despite his work as a photographer, no longer having the company of his four children - since three of them left the family cocoon to live their own life as grown-up adults- weighed heavily on her. You accepted with pleasure. Harry, who was editing his third short film, had left you this morning to go to the edit suite, not without checking that you were okay. So, you joined Nikki at the restaurant. You shine in your long floral maternity dress. In the middle of the meal, you felt a violent contraction.

At almost eight months pregnant, it was no surprise that you could feel twins’ movements. You winced a little at the pain and your mother-in-law put a reassuring hand on your arm.

"Are you alright, darling?" she asking, a little bit worried.

"Yeah, yeah. They've just been in great shape for a few days now."

You apologized and went to the bathroom, struggling to cope with the pain of your contractions. When you noticed that your underwear was soaked with blood, your heart rate increased. You suddenly realized that a series of symptoms corresponded to what you had dreaded early in your pregnancy: the nausea that had occurred last night, the violent contractions since this morning and now the blood. Rather alerting signals that suggested a placental abruption. The obstetrician told you that this was a possible risk since you were having a twin pregnancy. You started to cry and panic for several minutes that Nikki ended up knocking on the bathroom door.

"Darling, is everything good in there?" she asked you with her sweet and worried voice.

"Could you come in please" you sobbed.

"Sure, darling. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

She stepped carefully into the disabled cabin that you had used for space reasons. Nikki immediately noticed your state of stress. And you just told her everything in strangled sobs. She put a hand behind your back and gave you a very serious look.

"We have to go to the ER. We're going right away."

"I want Harry"

"Don't worry, I'll call him on the way"

And you haven't wasted a minute. Nikki simply left her phone number and table number at the counter before you got into your car. Dom will retrieve Nikki one's later. Holland family been known from the restaurant, the staff were comprehensive about your leaving without paid the bill. When you arrived at the hospital, the nurses greeted you directly and wasted no time either. You were taken to the operating room without being able to get your boyfriend's support.

☙♥❧

Harry arrived within fifteen minutes of receiving the call from his mother. No doubt he would receive a speeding penalty ticket later. He looked like a madman, mortified by worry. He was a bundle of nerves and sarcasm. Her mother was standing by the reception desk, waiting for her. She looked anxious. Tom was there too, trying to contact their father on his phone. When Dom finally picked up, the oldest Holland brother announced the urgency. Harry was shaking with worry.

"What happened mom?"

"I don't really know, baby. We were at the restaurant and the babies kicked. She went to the bathroom and when she didn't come back, I went after her. That's where she asked me to come into the bathroom and you know the rest. I called you straight after that. " Nikki explained, trying to get the stress out of her.

"Oh my god… where is she now?"

"The medical staff took her for surgery. I had to wait here. I couldn't go with her, baby. I’m so sorry."

"Ok ... Ok, I guess I have to wait here. Hope she's okay. God, please make her be alright."

They all made their way to the operating theater hallway for the public to wait for more information. Tom was still on the phone with his father, explaining that it would be better if he stayed at home with Paddy so as not to overcrowd the waiting room. He promised his father that they would all give news as soon as possible. A nurse in a surgical gown entered ten minutes later.

“Who's the father of miss y/l/n's babies?”

“I am. Harry Holland, I’m the father!” he almost screamed and cried at the same time.

“Come with me”

Nikki stood up cautiously and walked over to the nurse. Harry was ready to follow the nurse without giving any further information to his family.

"Excuse me. Can you give us more information on her condition?" Nikki asked

"Sure. We had an emergency caesarean. The babies are fine but there seem to be some complications with the mother. The surgeon is taking care of her."

"Is she going to be okay?" Harry asked hastily.

"She's losing a lot of blood but we're doing our best. Now please follow me." She said to curly one.

☙♥❧

Harry followed her to the nursery. His heart was pounding in mixed emotions. He was so impatient to meet his babies but at the same time he was worried about you. What if you don't survive from the complications? What was to become of him? Would he be able to live without you? Would he be a good father?

His last question vanished when he saw his two little babies in the incubator. Your twins had arrived about fifteen, almost a month earlier than expected, it was normal that they were in an incubator. Harry was going to have to make sure they put on weight. After filling out a few papers, one of the nurses offered to do some skin-to-skin contact with the twins so that they could get to know the three of them. Harry could not but be impatient with this and once prepared he settled into a seat. He was overcome with emotion, understanding how his parents had felt when Sam and him were born. He completely forgets the time, spending several minutes with his sons, one after the other. Harry knew he would place all his love in the two little beings he had taken turns holding in his arms. He was ready to lift mountains, cross the tides. Part of his mind was on you and he truly hoped he could go through life's trials with you. May your family experience all the times they deserve.

The nurse who had brought him to the nursery go up to him with a half-smile. She was sorry to disturb him during this privileged father-son moment.

"Your ... hm ... miss (y/l/n) is in the recovery room. You can go see her now"

Harry's heart burst with relief. He let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding back. The very new father nodded before placing his son in the nurse's arms so that she could put him back in the incubator. He decided to go find his family who had been waiting too long now. When he entered the waiting room, his mother and brother were still seated. Tom had his elbows on his knees, the phone in his hand. He seemed to be talking to someone. When the actor noticed his brother's presence, he spoke to him.

"Hey mate, Sam's here. Wanna talk to him? What's up? Does y/n's alright? And the twins?"

"Too much question. Give me Sam first!"

But the result was exactly the same. Sam asked the same questions as Tom and Harry winced as he tried to answer consensually.

"Hello to you too, brother. The twins are fine. I swear to God Sam, they look like a mini version of us. Two sons by the way ... y/n is fine, she's in the recovery room, I'm going see her right after that. I wanted to talk to mom and Tom first. "

"Glad to know I'm the last to know." Sam informed sarcastically.

"Hey, I was going to call you but I had to, you know ... go meet my sons. Father's job, it seems."

Sam chuckled behind his phone screen as Harry smirked in a mischievous and petty manner. He ended the call with his twin and turned to his mother and Tom. Nikki made her understand that she had heard, she seemed relieved that you were okay.

"Hey, before I go see y/n ... you want to see your grandsons ... and you, your nephew and godson, asshole."

"Harry, language" said Nikki.

"Of course I want to see my godson, stupid"

"Tom!"

The two brothers smile at each other. Just because one became a father and the other was a movie star, didn't mean they were going to change their ways. It was also their way, both of them, to decompress events. Nikki sighed in annoyance but kept quiet, too happy to meet, even only through a window, her first grandchildren. After a brief walk in front of the nursery, Harry announced that he was going to find you, leaving his family to admire your twins. They seemed so impatient to meet them in person but knew they were going to have to wait while you woke up.

☙♥❧

Harry entered the recovery room and walked over to your bed. You seemed to have already woken up from your artificial sleep. He grabbed your hand to give you the support you needed. A feeling of emptiness was felt in you, your gaze landed on your stomach, flatter than you had seen in recent months. Your eyes widened in panic but the reassuring pressure of Harry's hand drew your attention to him.

"They are fine, my love. They are fine. They are in an incubator in the nursery."

You burst into tears. The emotions being so strong.

"I'm so sorry Harry. I'm sorry ..."

“Hey… hey… you don't have to. You're okay… the twins are okay. And I still love you, I love you more than ever."

"Have you seen them?"

"Yes ... ugly like their father" he joked

You chuckled with a few more tears in your voice. You knew he didn't mean it, but humor was Harry's best way to decompress, and it worked on you too.

"My family is here. You scared the hell out of them. I think Sam was about to order a flight to kick your ass."

You chuckled again. It was so impressive to see the love that reigned in this family. You could never have asked for a better way to build your own family. Harry leaned over to kiss you.

"I love you, y/n. You are my world. you three are my world now"

"I love you more, Harry."

You stayed a few more days before you could get out of the hospital. You had decided to introduce the twins after their own discharge from the hospital. That's why, after almost a month of going back and forth to the nursery, you could finally bring your twins home. So you organized a little visit to Harry's parents.

☙♥❧

The sun was shining on London and you squeezed the doorknob of one of the maxi-cozy, Harry carrying your second son as you opened the door to the Holland family home. You were amazed at the ease with which Harry assumed his role as father. He was doing so well that you fell in love with him again.

"Is there anyone here?" He asked

"We're all in the garden, buddy!" Tom said

"You are obviously in the kitchen, dummy"

"For god's sake, Harry. Come into this fucking garden and let us see the twins!"

You let out a frank laugh as you mentally noted that you were going to have to have a conversation with Harry and his brothers about the vocabulary they were using.

You are therefore entering the garden. You noticed right away that Sam had come all the way from Scotland. Harry must have organized this with him too. You smiled, Nikki rushed over to help you with the change bags and you thanked him.

"So where is my godson?" Tom asked in the same way he did at the FFH premiere when he was looking for Jake Gyllenhal.

"Where's mine?" Sam asked too.

You approached Sam, putting the maxycosy on the table to unbuckle the seat belt and take your son in your arms. Harry was doing the same with your second baby.

"I'm happy to introduce you y/s/n"

"And there's y/s/n(2)." Harry added, so proud.

Everyone raved about the twins as you wipe away a tear, happy and proud. You were so moved by the love that reigned. Harry came to kiss you on the forehead, you closed your eyes, appeased by his gesture. The world could only turn better in his company.

"It's family portrait time!" Nikki said, her camera in her hands. "Tom, please get closer to your brother. Sam, stand next to y / n"

You all followed Nikki's instructions, who couldn't be more than happy to capture this important moment, bringing her work and family life together. You all smiled as you and Harry were in the center of the photo, carrying your twins in your arms. And at that moment, you were sure that your life could not be more beautiful than at this moment.

[writersblog20]

Convention and Carnival

Henry Cavill x Reader

Part 1 (of 2?)

Part 2

Summary: you were alone on a vacation in London and decided to go to a convention where you would meet Henry Cavill and he sees something in you and takes you out on a adventours date

Words: 3K

Warnings: Fluff!!!!!!!

 You strolled through a park which was very busy since it was really nice weather. You were on a nice vacation by yourself and you arrived just a day ago. You thought you had a nice hotel but when you got in your room it was everything except nice but you just tried to get over it. You walked towards the convention and walked inside. It was huge and you tried to take everything in. This would be your first time to go to a convention. They were never really your thing but when you heard that the Witcher aka Henry Cavill would be there you couldn’t say no.

You walked towards his photo booth and waited in line. You texted your friend that you were waiting. She was just as exciting as you were. You were nervous to say the least! The line became shorter and shorter. There was a group of girls before you and they were slightly obnoxious. It was their turn and you could see Henry as you waited. They started to hug him in surprise and giggling around him and trying to flirt really hard.

You watched intently as you started to fidget with your rings. You looked up and saw Henry looking right at you. The girls still there and talking really fast to him but he seemed to only have his focus on you. You started to blush and smile shyly which made him smile brightly. It made you even more nervous. The girls started to notice that he didn’t really paid attention to them and huffed as they walked away but not before one of the girls giving her phone number. He stayed polite till they left. When they were gone he threw the paper into the bin which made you chuckle a bit. He noticed that you saw it and chuckled as well.

He made a sign for you to come with a bright smile. It all felt like a fever dream and your legs just started walking without you knowing. Like you were on autopilot. “Hi, what’s your name love?” he asked you. “Hi, I’m Y/n” you told him and he pulled you into a big bear hug. When he pulled away his hands still rested on your arms and he looked at you with a bright smile and made intense eye contact. Normally you felt awkward when someone was making such intense eye contact but this was different because you couldn’t look away from him. there was a long silent. “what pose do you want for the picture?” the photographer asked you, breaking the silence.  You started blushing again. You started to think really deep because you didn’t think about that yet. Henry noticed and chuckled. “May I? I know a nice pose.” He asked you. “okay” you answered him and chuckled a little.

He stood behind you and wrapped his arms around you and you felt your stomach do flips. He stood so close as you felt his chest pressed against your back and he smelled so incredible nice it felt like you were in heaven. After the photo was taken he asked you: “ do you want me to sign something darling?” he asked you. You got out the ticket and gave it to him. he turned his back to you and started to sign it. It took a little longer and it looked like he was writing something. He folded the ticket and gave it back to you with a wink.

“it was very nice to meet you Y/N. I hope to see you again soon.” He told you while he gave you a hug. See you again? You thought to yourself. You felt confused because you thought he was flirting with you but you didn’t want to read any signals wrong. He’s probably just polite. “Thank you so much for your time!” you told him and he gave you a sweet smile and a kiss on your cheek which made you fired up. He winked at you and you walked away as your time was up. It did seem like he took more time for you.

You walked towards the booth where you would get the picture. You saw the picture and you felt the rollercoaster in your stomach taking of again. Henry had his arms wrapped around you, standing very close behind you and instead of looking at the camera he looked lovingly at you while you smiled bright in the camera. You had your hands on top of his arms. You didn’t even remember that you did that. You smiled bright at the picture.

You decided to go and enjoy the weather outside. Once you found a quit spot besides a lake you sat down. You took your ticket out of your bag and looked at it. He had wrote a whole note to you. “Dear Y/N, I really do hope to see you again soon. Text me. P.s. You look really cute when you blush like that. You cheered up my day! Love Henry.” And there was his number under the text and his signature. You were surprised to say the least. You decided to just text him. You had nothing to lose, only to win. “Hi it’s Y/n, I loved the picture and I hope to see you too. Love Y/N” you pressed send and waited.

You called your friend immediately and told her everything until you got a call underneath. You hang your friend up and picked up the other call without looking who it was. “Hi Y/N speaking.” You said cheerfully. “Hi love, it’s Henry. I was wondering… I’m off in a hour and wondered if you wanted to hang out.” He asked you and you were gob smacked and stayed silent. “Hello Y/N, You there love?” he asked. You heard nervousness in his voice. You got yourself together. “yeah, yeah I would love that! Ehm where do you want to meet?” you asked him and you heard him take a breath and chuckled a little nervous. “where are you now? If you share your location I’ll come to you, if that is alright with you of course.” He asked you. “yeah no problem! I’ll share my location. See you soon Henry” you told him feeling a little more confident where you didn’t know it came from but you were happy it was there. You heard him chuckle again “see you soon love” he told you. You both hang up and you shared your location with him.

You couldn’t believe what in the world was actually happening. You laid down in the grass and listened to some music and started to write some poetry and draw besides that. When you did that time always flew by. You were really in your own world when you did that. All of a sudden there was a shadow behind you which startled you a little. You chuckled a little when you saw Henry chuckle too. “I’m sorry to startle you.”  he told you but looked at you in amusement. “it’s okay. I should be more aware of my surroundings sometimes” you told him a little shy. You still couldn’t believe it. “I eh brought you some coffee. I hope you drink coffee” he chuckled. Henry seemed nervous and you thought it was very cute. “I love coffee, thank you!” he smiled fondly and sat next to you. You couldn’t wipe the smile of your face and you felt your cheeks burn up.

He asked you where you were from and how long you stayed in London for. You both chatted a bit until you locked eyes. at first you couldn’t look away and you felt your stomach do flips. His curls fell  just so slightly across his face and his blue eyes held admiration in them his lips plump and don’t get me started on his jawline. You noticed that you were staring and looked away shy and felt your cheeks burn up in embarrassment. “ehm there is this carnival thing going on and I wondered, maybe you want to go with me?” he asked you, hope coating his voice. You looked back at him. “I would love that” you told him. he smiled brightly again and stood up and reached out his hand for you to help you get up. You giggled at the sweet gesture. You both walked towards the carnival and chatted a bit. You started to feel more comfortable and more yourself around him as time passed by. “Can I ask you something?” you asked Henry curious. He looked at you a little surprised that you asked him in the first place. “Of course you can, darling.” You felt your cheeks burn up from the nickname.  “Why did you ask me out?” It wasn’t that you were insecure but more curious and Henry seemed to understand that. “Well, first of all, have you seen yourself!? You’re gorgeous!” he chuckled a little and your cheeks hadn’t stopped burning up since the nickname. You chuckled shyly. “No but besides that I find you really attractive… I… I can’t really explain it but there is something about you that I never felt with anyone else. A different sort of connection if you want to call that, and I really like your energy. Like there’s a halo around you with such a comforting vibe which calms me. Believe me when I tell you I’ve never done this with someone else, you know, giving my number and definitely not to a fan but there’s something different about you.” he told you honestly and you were gab smacked at what he all told you. You never expected a answer like that but you weren’t complaining either. “wow thank you. That means a lot! And just to be clear I feel the same thing about you Henry.” You told him. You both had a big shy smile on your faces as you walked further.

Once arrived at the carnival it became a bit darker as the evening came around. You strolled around and found a haunted house. Henry looked at you with an amused smile. You started to feel nervous. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” He told you. You looked at him and felt immediately safer. “Well as long as you stay beside me I’m going to be okay.” “But just know before hand I’ll probably hold on to you!” You told him and he had a big smile on his face. He knew what he was doing and he was playing it very smart. Do things just to get you a little closer to him.  “I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart.” He told you and bought 2 tickets and you walked in. He saw you hesitate and he offered his arm to you. You grabbed it very fast and cling to him like your life depended on it. It wasn’t that you didn’t like haunted houses but you knew how you were in one.

Once, when you went with your friends in one, you also clanged to them. In the end there was this scare actor who had his arrows pointed at you, you let go of your friends and you ran out of there, leaving them behind in the process. Luckily they weren’t that scared and they just laughed at you. You held Henry’s arm just a little tighter. “I got you sweetheart, don’t worry.” He told you and puffed out his chest a little more. It didn’t take long for a scare actor to appear as monster with a chainsaw. Out of reaction you hid your face by henry’s arm. Henry laughed and found you so incredibly adorable and cute at the moment it felt like his heart was going to explode. He put his arm around your waist and pushed you ever so slightly closer to him.

The further you both walked the further you got to Henry’s side. You were standing so close to his side that air wasn’t even considered. After not even a minute you got scared again because an actor got in your face and you turned around and just hid in Henry’s chest. Letting your head rest there. He put both of his arms around you and went with his hand over your hair for comfort. You felt yourself becoming calm and safe. He was obviously a bear of a men and you weren’t very tall you could easily hide in his arms. You smelled his cologne and it felt for a moment like you were in heaven until you realized that you were definitely not in heaven! You turned around again. “Are you still okay? If you want to get out we can.” He told you giving you the option. You smiled, but you kind of liked it, and definitely now when you could hold him and touch him. Two can play this game you thought. “No it’s okay. I actually like it, I just get scared easily here” you told him giggling.

He still held you close as you went further. This time Henry got scared which made you giggle at the bear of a men as he clang to your arm this time. He cleared his throat and you thought you saw him blush a little. “I wasn’t prepared.” He told you which made you chuckle a little more. “everyone gets scared sometimes soldier.” You told him playfully which he returned with a mischievous smile. You still had 2 rooms to go before you could get out. Henry puffed out his chest again as he looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “now I’m ready!” he told you which made you laugh. He held you close again. And you did the same which made him laugh whole heartedly. You felt butterflies and felt proud to make him laugh like that. You walked in to the other room and obviously another scare actor came out and started screaming but for a very long time which made it less scary. You both looked at each other and both started laughing a lot. The actor just stood there looking at the both of you laughing. “if you can move just so slightly mate, then we can go further” Henry told him which made you laugh again. You both walked around the actor who just stood there awkward. “Happens to the best” you told him giggling which made Henry laugh again.

The next room was scarier and you held Henry tighter and he kneaded your waist a little to let you know he was there. You both got scared as multiple actors came out and Henry pushed you out of reaction behind him to protect you. When he did that you snapped out of being scared and just felt love taking over. He grabbed your hand and lead you safely out. Once out Henry took a breath which made you giggle. “That was very fun! Thank you” you told him honestly while giggling a little. He chuckled as well.

You strolled again through the carnival. You suddenly felt a big hand softly taking yours. You looked at him a little surprised. “Is this okay?” he asked you? “Yeah…. Yeah it is” you said back. Once you got to the games and raised his eyebrow at you. you chuckled which made him smile mischievous again. “Let’s make it interesting.” You told him and he looked at you in surprise. “Let’s go against each other” you told him and he laughed. “oh now it’s on!” he told you and got behind one of the games. He lost this game and you could search a toy. You saw a superman bear and giggled and told the person that you wanted to have that one. You told Henry to close his eyes so he did. You got the bear and you told Henry that he could open his eyes. You gave him the bear which made him laugh. “Instead of getting the girl something I like to spice it up a bit” you told him and he smiled at you. He found you so refreshing! He knew you were different and he was right. He walked with the bear which made you chuckle. He got an idea.

He held your hand again and walked towards another game. You cheered him on and he won. Now it was your turn to close your eyes. suddenly you felt something heavy, big  but a very soft bear. You looked and you saw a that it was the same bear as his but a huge version. You both laughed. “Alright alright you win!” you told him giggling. You both reached a shooting game. He lead you to it. “Can you shoot?” he asked you. “No never learned.” You told him which made him smile big. “Well today you will.” He told you. You stood behind the gun and Henry helped you how to hold it. He stood very close behind you and his head was almost on your shoulder. You felt his chest tightly against your back. There were the butterflies again. You felt his breath against your neck and you smelled his cologne again which all together made your breath hitch. You shot and you immediately hit it right. Henry cheered and gave you a high five. “You chose something” you told him letting him surprise you. once again you got the biggest stuffed bear. “ I’ll hold it for you.” he told you chuckling once he noticed that you were hid behind the two bears in your arms. There was a small band playing and you both looked at each other with the same idea which made you both laugh. You walked towards the band and sat on the grass behind. Henry got you both two bears and gave you one. You smiled grateful at him. He sat next to you and your legs brushed against each other. “Thank you. I’m having a lovely time.” You told him softly. He smiled and looked at your luminated face from the lights. “Thank you for coming with me.” he told you and got you a little closer but you decided to take initiative and moved yourself in front of him between his legs and rested your back slightly to his chest. “Is this okay?” you asked him and this time he felt all the butterflies, like no one ever had made him feel. “I love it” Henry said and gave you a kiss on the top of your head. He pulled you closer to his chest and his arms snook around your middle holding you close to him.

[anischa22]

Meet the Prince! Chevalier Michel 🐯

Done with Leon, so here's the next suitor!

The 2nd prince of the Rhodolite kingdom, leader of Diplomatic Affair faction, one of the strongest candidates for the next king

Arm of Coat : Tiger

First Impression of him : maybe he's like Kenshin or Lancelot .... *After reading his route* omg he is doubly dangerous than them!!

Although Chevalier's voice actor, Yuki Ono-san, is very cheerful person and have a smiling face😅

Looking at his appearance, I think he is the most handsome prince 😳 a man with cool aura, blonde hair and blue eyes //such a perfect combo, even his skin is whiter than MC 😭 He is known as the most talented prince, despite his personality. Maybe what makes people curious about him is, how will he fall in love with the MC, right?

Well, if you're on the Leon or Yves route, but suddenly want to switch to the Chevalier route, that means you've been 'Chevaliered' lol. Yuki Ono-san is the first one to use that phrase 🤣

Chevalier is the complete opposite of Leon. Feared by everyone, allies or enemy, since he was little! He is very ambitious and will do anything for the sake of the kingdom, even if it has to cost lives. Bc his cold and cruel attitude, MC has a hard time approaching him.

Chevalier is someone who thinks love is unnecessary and always say that he's a real beast. But on another occasion, MC found Chevalier smiling just like another human being. What childhood did Chevalier go through to make him thinking like that? And can MC's sincere love reach him?

Chevalier not recommended to anyone who dislike cruel man with sharp tongue. And those who don't want to bother interpreting Chevalier's behavior. I mean, whatever he does will be completely against the views of ordinary people, but he has his own reasons for what he do. Moreover, Chevalier is man with a few words. Sooo as i say, you can pick him later if you can't stand him😅

But! Truthfully, he's just a man who needs love and affection! He has cute sides too!🤧 Even though he is lacking in emotion and expressing it, but he can understand someone's feeling (sometimes his sharp instincts are so scary that it makes MC think Chevalier can read minds😅). No one truly loves him, so that's why when MC show her affection, he doesn't know how to react or reply that 😭 Now (in the JP version) he's trying his best to change, you will be able to see his changes in each event later. This is my reason why the Chevalier route is worth a try 🤧 //I'm in tears seeing how much changes in the attention that Chevalier gives to MC. His POV story is the best to help you understand him, so yeah, sometimes i need his POV

As romantic partner, well ... Ofc he's not the gentleman side. And again it's very difficult to date with him because he doesn't like crowds and people will panic if they know there is 2nd prince there😅 his dazzling feature is enough to make a fuss lol (gladly he will do anything for MC so date in town its okay too). Chevalier is more like the supporting partner type🤔 he can't give you sweet words to cheer you up, but he will do anything for you including getting rid someone lol

Bonus! In his route, you will meet Clavis a lot and yess, he had an important role for explaining Chevalier's past 😀

Bonus! The only prince closest to Chevalier is Clavis. At first, i thought they close bc Clavis admires him as super talented brother but I'M VERY WRONG LOL Clavis approached Chevalier because he only wanted to beat him and Chevalier just let him slip like "nah, he can't beat me even in the next 1000 years". Chevalier himself let Clavis be his closest person because he was 'very useful'. If with other princes … Chevalier has a hobby of calling them by certain nickname and surely have no problem slashing them😅 I'm sure the other prince grew up accustomed to Chevalier behavior so they are not afraid of him anymore.

It's hard to find him blushing😭 I need to rummage through my gallery because I don't remember if I ever found him in blushing mode, glad i found it 🤧

Next will be the tsun-tsun prince, Yves!