#Poshly

[ask-random-thief-arcane]

Sleep with your eyes open tonight.

Nyla @watercolor-3yes

Wha-

who are you???/

[tragedykery]

[ID: the prophecy from percy jackson and the lightning thief transcribed into tengwar, tolkien’s elvish script. the prophecy reads:

you shall go west and face the god who has turned / you shall find what was stolen and see it safely returned / you shall be betrayed by one who calls you [a] friend / and you shall fail to save what matters most in the end.

/end ID]

ipa transcription + rambling under the cut!

this was originally practice for my phonemic english tengwar mode with inherent vowel schwa but it got. a bit out of hand lol. tenchnically the mode’s still under construction but that’s mostly bc I’m running into issues with the guide I wrote for it (mainly font & accessibility issues)

both the ipa and the tengwar transcripts are based on how I personally would pronounce the prophecy if I were to read it aloud slowly & carefully. which is to say I don’t sound that much like a stuck up ass irl lmao. the ipa is mostly based on geoff lindsey’s transcription guidelines for standard southern british, with a few adjustments. also I didn’t use stress markers in monosyllabic words bc I’m lazy

ipa (so warning for screenreaders):

jʉw ʃal gəw wɛst and fejs ðə gɔd hʉw has təːnd | jʉw ʃal fɑjnd wɔt wɔs stə́wlən and sij ɪt séjflij rɪtə́ːnd | jʉw ʃal bij bətréjd bɑj wʌn hʉw koːlz jʉw frɛnd | and jʉw ʃal fejl tʉw sejv wɔt mátəz məwst ɪn ðij ɛnd

[reactionimagesdaily]

[tulin-fav-birb]

lil sneak-Peek of the Miphvali fanfic I am currently writing (edit: FIC IS POSTED!)

Ok, so I have finished at least 3 drafts for the next 3 chapters but I want to give yall a little sneak peek of a part of Chapter 1, which sets the background of the story basically. I would LOVE to hear yall’s feedback and advice! 

Thank You!

Chapter 1 (Part 1)

Power...

Lust...

Money...

Land...

Glory...

In the wake of the tumultuous Wars of 1836, the Kingdom of Hyrule rose to prominence as the formidable imperial powerhouse of the continent, its dominion solidified through displays of unwavering might led by the legendary General Link, the esteemed Duke of Hateno. With resolute determination, the Hylian forces crushed all who dared challenge their authority, instilling a pervasive fear among those who questioned their dominion.

Having proven his unwavering loyalty and prowess, General Link garnered the unwavering trust of King Rhoam Bosphoramus of Hyrule, earning both his favor and a coveted prize – the hand in marriage of the king's daughter, Princess Zelda. This union, forged in the aftermath of the wars, brought a temporary semblance of tranquility across the continent, its echoes resounding for a few fleeting years. Yet, amidst the superficial calm, the other kingdoms nursed bitter sentiments, their discontent simmering beneath the surface, destined to rise once more.

Princess Mipha of the noble Zora's Domain bore the brunt of the conflict's aftermath, her own arrangement with the Hylian General dissolved in the wake of the severed ties between Hyrule and her cherished kingdom. The kind-hearted, youthful princess was left not only with a shattered heart but also a tarnished reputation. Blame unjustly fell upon her, falsely labeling her as the instigator, a troublemaker unfit for the noble role of a wife. Unfairly burdened with the mistakes of her father's advisor, the not-so-honorable Muzu, whose feeble diplomacy had sown seeds of discord between the kingdoms, Princess Mipha found herself trapped in the suffocating shadow of misconceptions.

Now, in the year 1845, the Kingdom of Hyrule cast its gaze once more towards territorial expansion, its hunger for power growing insatiable.

Throughout the continent, eyes turned towards the vulnerable Zora's Domain, whispers of an impending invasion carried by the winds of uncertainty. Within the hallowed halls of the kingdom's court, a chilling sense of impending doom permeated the air, the weight of vulnerability pressing heavily upon every Zoran citizen’s heart.

The Zora kingdom, forsaken by shattered alliances and severed bonds, braced themselves for the tempest that loomed on the horizon, their hopes flickering amidst the encroaching darkness. The cherished dreams of establishing a formidable alliance with another military superpower were naught but distant memories, vanquished by the shifting tides of politics and betrayal. King Dorephan, the noble ruler of the Zora's Domain, found himself bereft of hope, his once fertile avenues of diplomacy now barren. Desperate entreaties and eloquent words had fallen upon deaf ears, met with indifference or scorn by the Hylians whose encroaching ambitions threatened to unravel the fragile tapestry of his realm.

In the face of impending turmoil, the Zora's Domain clung to fading rays of luck, their resilience the only bulwark against an uncertain future. With each passing day, the tension grew, the kingdom standing at the precipice of a cataclysmic storm, its people yearning for a reprieve that seemed increasingly elusive.

"Muzu," King Dorephan, the tall and venerable ruler of the illustrious Zora's Domain, called out from his opulent throne room, exuding a commanding presence befitting his many years of sovereign rule. With every step he took, his regal stature spoke volumes of his authority and wisdom, a symbol of his unwavering commitment to his kingdom's welfare. Restless and burdened with the weight of imminent annexation, he paced the room in deep contemplation, desperately searching for a solution to thwart the encroaching threat.

"Your Majesty," the aged advisor bowed deeply before the resolute king, his voice filled with deference and concern. "I regret to inform you that the Hylians have refused our repeated requests for an audience with King Rhoam Bosphoramus of Hyrule."

Muzu, the ‘trusted’ advisor, looked down, his gaze tinged with trepidation, fully aware of the gravity of the situation. The king's weariness was palpable, yet his indomitable spirit remained steadfast, unwilling to surrender their beloved domain without a valiant fight.

The king heaved a weary sigh, his mind racing to devise a plan that would safeguard his kingdom. "Muzu, this impending conflict weighs heavily upon my shoulders, leaving me fatigued. But I refuse to relinquish our sovereignty without a proper struggle."

Muzu sighed, his weathered face displaying a mix of concern and wisdom. With great care, he gathered his thoughts before offering one last suggestion. "Your Majesty, I understand our limitations, but there may be a ray of hope. Your daughter, her Royal Highness, could be our ultimate resource."

The king froze, his eyes narrowing as his temper flared. "Are you suggesting that I send MY daughter into battle?" His voice reverberated with anger. "Do you forget that it was through such circumstances that my late wife, the Queen, met her tragic end?"

Muzu quickly interjected, his tone laced with urgency. "No, Your Majesty, I would never propose such a perilous course of action that would endanger the precious pearl of our domain. I suggest there might be a potential suitor who can offer military support."

The king's gaze remained fixed on his diminutive advisor, his expression inscrutable. With a flick of his majesty's fingers, Muzu's assistants entered the room, bearing a grand painting depicting a distinguished gentleman.

With an air of anticipation, the king commanded, "Continue..."

"I have heard through our ambassadors from the Kingdom of the Rito that the prince, depicted in this portrait, remains a bachelor and was a staunch opponent of General Link," Muzu explained, his voice filled with a spark of hope.

The king's piercing gaze never wavered, his mind racing to assess this potential ally. With a decisive snap of his fingers, Muzu's assistants stepped forward, presenting the painting in all its grandeur, inviting the king to examine the face of their possible savior.

[muscari-melpomene]

Post-buried Daisy is my favorite thing.

[barnbridges]

i hate being very eastern european on main, but i wish there was a way to say poshlost in english, to describe the proper feeling. tracky doesn't describe it, and trashy does it disservice, and "low-class" sort of takes away the religious implications of what it means.

anywho, the stupidity of christ and poshlost as a social reality is bunny corcoran had he been a russian lit character, amen.

[hoarder-of-dragons]

If I had a nickel for every time I got obsessed with a character from Amazon Prime named Anthony, with gender as their middle name, and possessing the emotional intelligence of a rock, who ends up with a shorter, poshly dressed boyfriend wearing a bowtie... I'd have two nickels, but it's weird it happened twice.

[redandyou-r-myfavehue]

WE BACK WOOOOOO

also, just occured to me i can use this: // for ooc speach

we relearning this culture guys.. ya boy got it!!

ooc

My good bye for the next few hours </3 (unless i sneak around it heheheheheh)

[starry-bi-sky]

miscellaneous danyal al ghul things

specifically about the danyal al ghul from my post/prompt here and i wanna get my misc. headcanons/thoughts on him (especially in his early stay with the fentons) out here before i make any other danyal al ghul aus

list under the cut because whoops this got longer than i expected. which really i should have expected

the Fentons are unaffiliated with the League, which was perfect for Danny faking his death.

he struggles with empathy. Empathy was not taught nor encouraged while he was with the League, so it's a skill that's been pretty stunted. At 15 he's better at empathizing with people, but he still struggles with it. He's pretty bad at reassuring/comforting people and usually acts as an emotional rubber duck for Sam and Tucker to vent to if need be. He sometimes offers blunt and sometimes mean opinions, especially if its about another person.

Sam and Tucker do not know he's an ex-assassin, they are however, pretty positive that he used to be part of an eco-fascist cult with a focus on martial arts?? They've been helping him tone down some of his more,,, extreme views on humanity ever since they caught wind of his more extreme ideologies.

He and Sam are still avid environmentalists and feed into each other quite a bit. They spend plenty of time at protests and pestering the school into more eco-friendly options.

Dash is not dead on the sole fact that Danny knew he had to lay low in Amity Park and killing someone was not, in fact, 'laying low'.

he did, however, traumatize him when Dash first tried to bully him. Safe to say, Danny is not bullied at school and neither are Sam and Tucker.

Danny didn't make any friends in his first year at Amity Park. He was surly, grumpy, standoffish, more stubborn than Sam, and pretty self-important about himself. Jazz was trying to teach him against these things, but she is a 12 year old unaffiliated with the League. Danny did not respect her nor listen to a word she said. It wasn't until like, year two that he finally started paying to mind what she was saying and slowly started to improve on himself

Sam approached him first, he rebuffed her quite harshly, and then Danny approached her sometime afterward when he overheard her talking about environmental rights. Sam completely ignored him though when he agreed with her, and Danny had to later learn that he needed to apologize for being rude to her when they first met. He did so eventually, and they started to talk more with Tucker and Sam.

Danny's a bit more reserved than he is in canon, although he steadily learns how to act as a regular teenager when he's out in public. He's a bit more friendlier at least, although when he's around Sam and Tucker he drops the act. He still has a somewhat formal way of talking, it's just become more casual after a lot of ribbing from Sam and Tucker. When he's angry or annoyed he starts talking poshly though.

His humor is relatively the same as in canon, if somehow dryer and more insulting at some points

Those rare moments where he gets really pissed usually ends up with him insulting someone in arabic or any of the other languages he picked up from the league. He is the go-to for Tucker's Spanish homework. (Tucker makes that mistake and learns that Danny is a very strict teacher)

while Danny doesn't view the Fentons as his parents, even five years after living with them, he does respect them to some amount. He respects them enough at least that when Vlad Masters comes sniffing around, he is suitably offended on both Maddie and Jack's behalf. And when he finds out Vlad was the one who tried to kill Jack and tried to tell him to renounce him as his father/parental guardian, danny threw a suitably sharp object at him and insulted him quite horrendously

Vlad still wants him as his kid. In fact perhaps even moreso after this.

Danny trains with Maddie to keep up with his training. It's not quite the same but it prevents him from getting completely rusty

Sam and Tucker know that Danny has a little brother, but nothing else beyond that other than Danny cares about him quite a lot and that he got his facial scar from keeping him safe.

Danny cares about Sam, Tucker, and Jazz quite a bit, but he struggles to convey it. Especially early on when he realized he cared about them and like instinct started being harsher to them and more critical of their actions. This resulted in quite a few arguments with Sam and Tucker and Jazz until he got sat down and told outright that the way he was treating them wasn't okay. It's a process he's still trying to unlearn even at 15. He has become kinder towards them as a result, and has begun looking for what they did right rather than what they did wrong.

He harbors a lot of guilt over how he treated Damian in the League, and its a pretty big conflict he has with himself since he's torn between telling himself it was for the best to make sure Damian survived the League, and feeling like crap over how harsh/critical of Damian he was and realizing that he probably could have come up with a better way of training him despite being a child himself at the time. Danny comes to the realization that more than anything, that he just wants to apologize.

His ghost form, specifically is outfit, is a combination of his hazmat suit and his uniform from the league, and he carries a sword with him. He also doesn't know how to react to Dani, honestly. Although it is fair to say that he figures out she's a clone instantly because of her whole 'I'm your third cousin once removed' thing and he freaks out. She spills the beans pretty quickly after that. And Danny is pretty skittish around her - or the equivalent of skittish. Her being younger than him kinda reminds him of Damian, so he's uncomfortable by her presence but learns to warm up to her.

[cheyisagirlkisser]

ARCANE SLEEPOVER!

-Viktor keeps you up until 4 am with the constant coughing fits. Mutters a quiet "sorry" in his Russian accent

-Vi and Jayce wanted to make brownies but ended up burning them so badly Caitlyn had to call the fire department

-Sleepover is at Caitlyn's house because she lives in a gated community with huge expensive homes

-Vi ended up breaking a vase chasing Jayce around and Caitlyn was LIVID, poshly scolded Vi for the next 40 minutes

-Ended up making out with Vi in a closet 15 minutes later

-The only reason Jinx was invited was because she begged Vi and didn't wanna be left out even though she's like two grades below everyone (besides Ekko)

-Ended up talking to the wall more than anyone else

-Ekko sat in the corner with Jinx, definitely put on a pair of Caitlyn's old skates on and tried to "glide down the stairs"

-Vi brought the bong and a bottle of Vodka

-Jinx and Ekko stayed up the longest, painted everyone's faces while they were asleep

-Viktor went "mimimi" in his sleeping bag, Jayce went "honk-shoo"

-Vi and Jayce made everyone watch Paul Blart Mall Cop 3, Viktor was the only person who had the courage to tell them nobody else wanted to watch it, Jinx was the only one who wanted to watch Cannibal Holocaust

-Every single game they played together Caitlyn had to spend at least 2 minutes strategizing. She did win every uno and go fish game though

-Vi initiated the pillow fight to have an excuse tackle Caitlyn

-Mel, Viktor, and Cait did spas together while Jayce and Vi went outside to skinny dip in Caitlyn's parents pool

-Things got messy when Jinx pulled up Maddie’s instagram page

-Vi actually falls asleep first, Jayce next then Viktor

[supernatural-bias]

𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐁𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ notes: tagging @orinscrivellos who motivated me to write this. i really enjoyed doing it

↳ warnings: slight implications of transhobia. nothing directly mentioned

↳ song: a little less conversation—elvis presley

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• Two-Bit thinks you’re super kickass for being out and open about yourself in the way you are. It is the sixties after all, and along with living on the East side of town, you aren’t exactly getting treated the best

• But that doesn’t really matter to you. As long as the gang, and most importantly Two-Bit, likes you, then you couldn’t care less

• So yeah, Two-Bit thinks you’re brave. Probably calls you his ‘fearless knight,’ and treats you poshly for a good laugh sometimes. Or about as posh as he can pretend to get. He’s never been really good at playing a rich character despite his improvisation skills. You suppose it’s the way he was raised, the way all of you were raised, that makes it difficult

• Is loud and proud about you being his partner. Unless you want him keeping it under wraps, Two-Bit will pretty much scream it from the mountain tops about how much he loves his boyfriend. Consequences be damned

• “Golly, Two, you just don’t stop talking about him do you?” Ponyboy ogles at his friend as they make their way down the street, heading to meet you for a night out at the Nightly Double. He was in disbelief that anyone could ever talk so much and for so long, much less about the same thing. Even Soda didn’t use to talk about Sandy this much

• “Nope!” Two-Bit pops his ‘p’ loudly, grinning like a shark as he continues on with his train of thought. Pony just shook his head in a mix of awe and horror, already regretting that he had thought to ask Two-Bit how you had been doing. And that was over ten minutes ago!

• Two-Bit has definitely gotten into fights to ‘defend your honor,’ as he likes to put it—most of the time he can hear people at his school bad mouthing you, which any one of you can handle. You don’t live the greaser life without getting your name dragged through the mud after all—but when they start throwing out those names about you, he’ll start a fight quicker than you could blink

• “Oh glory.” You stare at Two-Bit unblinking one afternoon. Two shiny new black eyes peer back, accompanied by a split lip, and you have to resist the urge to drag a hand down your face in exhaustion.All you had wanted to do is come pick him up from his house, and you were met with this mess

• “What? I’ve been trying on a new look. What do you think baby?“

• “I think you’re stupid.” You don't even have to ask how he got those, you already know. A part of you swells with affection at the thought of him caring about you enough to do that, but the more responsible part of you pushed it down in order to sigh

• “But you love me.” Two-Bit retorts with a gleeful laugh, sounding like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Which he doesn’t. In his eyes, he’s got all he ever needs. A mom that loves him, a sister that adores his jokes, friends that have his back, and a handsome boyfriend. What more could a greaser like him want?

• If you come out and then transition, in that order, Two-Bit and everyone would definitely help you with your new style. They’ve spent their entire lives in boys clothes, so they have plenty of fashion tips, if you can even call them that, and materials to spare

• if you wear a bigger size, or want baggier clothing, Dallas and Two-Bit with go and nab pretty much anything you want from the nearby corner store. If you like tighter fitting clothing, or run a little gangly, you are always welcome to borrow one of Pony or Johnny’s outfits. They’d give them to you in a heartbeat if you asked

• Hair greasing lessons! They’ll teach you how to grease your hair up nice so you’ll look tuff, until eventually you’ve learned to do it all by yourself. Two-Bit always smiles the biggest when you come out of the bathroom with your hair slicked back. He likes to think he’s got the best looking partner this side of the railroad tracks

• It doesn’t matter what kind of body you have or want. Two-Bit will support you all the way. It’s not like you can really afford testosterone or major surgery considering you live in the slums of Tulsa with everyone else, and those services aren’t exactly offered to the public thanks to laws at the time, but if you manage to get our hands on any of that stuff, the gang will support your recovery/shot sessions all the way; bringing you whatever you need in the moment and all that jazz, even if Dallas or Steve gripe about running errands

• “Here’s your stupid bandaids.” Dally threw a small cardboard box onto the foot of the couch you were sitting on with a slight rattle. You look up to thank him, and he just blows out a bit of smoke from his mouth. You had half a mind to ask him for a drag of his cigarette, but knew Darry would kill you if he caught you smoking after administering testosterone. He was already nervous enough about you constantly taking shots, so you didn’t want to worry him anymore

• “No problem.” Dallas’ gaze drifted over to Two-Bit, who was sitting next to you, and he smiled lazily

• “Hey Two? If the two of you are banging, does that make you gay, or straight?”

• Dally walked away from that conversation that day with a bruise on his arm and a big laugh tumbling from his lips

[marauders-brain-rot]

Jegumas - Day 3: Reindeer - 539 words - @noblehouseofgay

“Seriously, where are you taking me?” Regulus asked for what felt like the hundredth time since they’d left home.

“It’s a surprise,” the smile on his lips betrayed any frustration he might’ve tried to portray in his response. “We’re almost there.”

“We’re almost where?” Regulus huffed in annoyance.

“Quit being so grumpy, you’ll love this I promise,” James pleaded as he grabbed Regulus’s hand, dragging him along. Before long they made it to a large open area surrounded by a fence with a barn on one side. There were enough people milling about that it blocked Regulus from seeing what James knew would be there, and he couldn’t have been luckier at the outcome.

“Jamie?” Regulus asked as James walked up to a ticket booth.

“Two please,” he told the man in the box before handing over a few bills. The man handed him two paper tickets and waved them through, James turned around with a smile. “Come on Reggie.”

“What are we doing?” He asked, but James ignored him as he led him over to a stall that was handing out paper bags. James exchanged their tickets for two bags before leading them over to a section of the fence that wasn’t too densely populated so Regulus could see.

“Here,” he handed over one of the bags, a small pouch filled with raisins and dried apples.

“Reindeer?” Regulus asked in amazement as one of them came over, nudging its nose between the holes in the fence.

“I heard they were coming around and thought you might like to feed some,” the idea sounded so stupid to him now though. Poshly raised Regulus Black who’d never physically gotten his hands dirty in his life wanting to feed and even pet animals that likely hadn’t bathed in ages? “Maybe it was stupid.”

Regulus wasn’t listening to him though. Instead he was staring wide-eyed at the large animal before him gently eating a dried apple slice out of his palm. When the reindeer moved to chew, Regulus tenderly reached his hand forward and petted along its snout, a childlike look of wonder overtaking his features.

“Thank you,” he smiled softly.

“Did I do good?” James asked hopefully.

“Perfect as always,” Regulus answered with a bright smile. He stood there for a moment, not saying anything at all. And then suddenly, “can you translate what they’re saying?”

James, at a loss for words, burst out into laughter. “I can sure try love,” he answered as he slung his arm around Regulus’s shoulders. They walked around for hours feeding the different reindeer, James attempting to translate for Regulus but finding that he was making up more than he was actually understanding. He had a feeling that Regulus knew that too based on the glimmer in his eye. Neither would ask just as neither would ever confirm for one another the truth, content to live in the lie they concocted. It would serve as a lesson for them both that not all lies needed to be born out of desperation and necessity, nor did they have to be evil and ugly and all consuming.

Sometimes a lie could be beautiful and full of unspoken promise, sometimes it could be the start of something new.

[leclercskiesahead]

Two guys who know they are better than you (and are poshly judging you for it)

[emthephantom]

Tuesday-T.N (Part 3 of No One Noticed)

Theo Nott x F!Reader A new group of friends means your evenings are different, what's Theo's second reason? Warnings: None Words: 607 A/N: Hey ghosties, sorry for lack of uploads, school has been hectic and I have mocks next week. Also thinking of writing for Squid Game so I may have some works in progress. As always, enjoy :) Series Masterlist

Monday morning was the beginning of a new era. You had friends now as Theo said, but it didn’t take away the surprise when you heard a sharp knock on your dorm the next evening. 

You brush away the stray assignments that lay all over the room and walk to the door. Opening it, you're faced with the three boys from yesterday, each holding games and snacks. You move to the side, allowing them to enter your space. Theo looks around the room, taking notice of your organised nature but there’s no clutter; unlike his dorm which was littered with old photos and memories.  

You eye the boys closely as they get comfy on the floor, setting up a variety of muggle board games. Theo taps the spot next to him, inviting you to join, ���Games night, so we could get to know each other better,’ he explains as he hands everyone the monopoly money, 'Hope you’re ready for some competition cara mia.’ 

The snacks are opened and shared amongst everyone, ‘Hope we got the right ones, we stole anything we could get from the kitchens.’ Mattheo says, crunching on the crisps in his hands. 

‘It’s perfect, thank you.’ you reply, picking at your nails. Theo softly grabs your hands pulling them away, sending you an understanding nod.  

‘I call the dog!’ 

‘Enzo, when aren’t you the dog?’ 

Time flies by quickly and you feel yourself loosening up. Shouts about paying rent and buying properties fuelled the regret in your mind, you should have made friends earlier. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Theo reminds you it’s almost your turn. He quickly returns to his conversation with Mattheo, grumbling about his loss. Confidence builds inside you as you turn to Enzo, 'Get ready to give me all your money Berkshire.’ 

‘What makes you say that Y/L/N?’ he teases back. 

‘You just rolled a seven, look where you land.’ Enzo’s eyes widen as he realises, he landed on your property, the most expensive on the board. ‘Y/N, how could you.’ he exclaims, reluctantly handing you his remaining bills. Theo and Mattheo exchange glances before bursting into laughter, you swiftly joining them. 

Theo pulls out a plastic crown and places it on your head, ‘I crown you, Y/N Y/L/N, the winner of this monopoly game.’ You giggle more before standing up and giving them a short curtsy. ‘I’d like to thank my loyal subjects for allowing this to happen.’ you say poshly.  

You sit back down as Theo brings out the next game, Operation. You grin with excitement, recognising the game. You all played, laughing and teasing each other at your failures. It was a great time and you wished you could live in this moment forever.  

Unbeknownst to you, Mattheo captured many pictures of the night with his muggle camera, winking at Theo as he did so. 

After many more games, it was time for them to go.  They all promised to come back soon to win back the crown. Agreeing immediately, you captured them in a hug saying goodbye. The two boys leave, but Theo remains.  

‘How are you feeling?’ 

‘I’m actually okay, this is the first night where my head wasn't swarming,’ you admit, ‘Thank you for coming.’ 

‘Second reason, you easily connect with people, not many do, yet it’s the easiest thing for you.’ 

Your heart flutters at the second reason and you engulf him in a hug, bidding him a good night. The door clicks shut and you fall onto your bed. You look over at your desk, the crown sat delicately atop your books- maybe you’ll have more to look forward to. 

Taglist: @nottinmyheart

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Playing Pretend (Part 8)

Roy is a bit distracted during the wedding ceremony.

Roy Kent x Reader

1.3k words

Warnings: Language, Roy pining, pining, pining

Series Masterlist

Roy had been hoping to see you just once more before the ceremony. Partly to give you reassurance that he’d be right there, eyes on you, but, more selfishly, he wanted a glimpse of you in your bridesmaid dress so he wouldn’t gawk at you as you walked down the aisle.

Unfortunately, your sister kept you busy, so there was no chance for that. Instead, he was only able to send you a quick text as he found his seat a couple rows behind your parents, reminding you that he’d be your anchor when you needed one and jokingly wishing you luck walking in a straight line after the night before.

His heart skipped a beat when you sent him a simple Thanks Roy. You’re the very best ❤️

He felt like a fucking teenager, the way he got so excited over a fucking heart emoji. But he couldn’t help it; it was you. Everything you did made him feel like a stupid, lovesick boy: the way you smiled at him, those moments when you were physically affectionate, your ability to make him laugh with stupid memes sent in the middle of the day just because it made you think of him, the fact that you always remembered little details like his metal allergy.

Roy wondered what it was like for you watching him date. He knew what it was like for him to watch you. He fucking hated it. For those three years you were with Jim, Roy felt so fucking tortured. Watching you smile at Jim, embrace Jim, kiss Jim, listening to you gush about Jim, confide in Roy and his sister that you were going to marry Jim. It had all been too much. For a brief while, Roy had considered taking a break from your friendship to force himself to get over you; he had lasted all of two days before sending you a text about the book he was reading because he knew you’d like it too.

As the garden filled with poshly dressed people, Roy thought back on those rare occasions he’d brought women around you. You were always quieter in those instances, not hugging Roy as tight, not engaging his date in any sort of conversation if you could help it. It wasn’t as if you were anti-social; whenever he brought around Jamie or another teammate, you were bubbly and friendly, leaving them with a lovely impression and questioning Roy about why he hadn’t asked you out. It was only his dates you were icy to. When one woman asked him about your coldness, Roy had shrugged it off, assuming you weren’t feeling well; that particular date had rolled her eyes and called Roy thick.

He knew. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew, because he’d seen it the night before when Jim’s cousin simply glanced at him. You were jealous. Jealous of the models and the influencers and the actresses. Even a little jealous of Keeley Jones, even though you’d met her on multiple occasions and liked her. Ever since you were thirteen and heard Roy talk about his first girlfriend, you were painfully, white-hot, devastatingly jealous of every single girl and woman who had Roy Kent’s attention.

No, Roy scolded himself, ignoring the sound of music starting. You couldn’t be jealous. Because being jealous meant…

Fuck.

The model whose name he’d forgotten now was right. He really was thick. When he was at the youth academy, you used to call and write him all the time, even more than his own family did. You always had a smile for him, always a hug that lasted just a moment too long, always found an excuse to pass him and press yourself close to him. At matches, it was your voice he could hear over the roar of the crowd, shrieking his name with excitement and pride. After he’d truly busted his knee, you were at his door with a bottle of whiskey and not a word of pity, knowing he’d be getting that from the rest of the world. Every glance across the room, every text sent for no reason other than to say hello, every movie night with your leg pressed against his, every moment of teasing from your family this weekend, all of it added up to one stupidly obvious truth:

You were probably just as in love with him as he was with you.

Roy didn’t get much time to sit with this newfound revelation before the procession began. He hadn’t even noticed Jim take his place beside the minister, nor did he care to look in that direction. Instead, his eyes anxiously awaited the sight of you.

He exchanged knowing glances with Paul as he and Jen marched down the aisle; it was as if your brother-in-law could see the clarity Roy finally felt. Then came that bridesmaid that couldn’t keep her eyes off Roy, but he didn’t pay her any mind. Not when he finally saw you coming down the aisle.

You were gorgeous. Of course you were. You were always gorgeous. Your gaze immediately found Roy and your smile widened. For someone about to watch her sister marry her ex, you looked relaxed, glowing even. And somehow, Roy knew it was because of him.

As everyone stood for Lauren’s entrance, Roy couldn’t resist glancing back at you. As he had hoped, you were already looking right at him.

~

The ceremony went off without a hitch, much to everyone’s relief. There was no telling what your sister would do if something had been amiss. Roy began to follow the crowd towards the reception, wondering if he could manage to find some secluded corner to have a drink while he waited for you to come back from taking bridal party photos; he was rarely interested in schmoozing and talking about his work with strangers, even more so now that he was reflecting on his painfully obvious realization.

“Roy.”

He didn’t even have to turn to know it was your hand on his arm.

You smiled up at him, radiant, almost goddess-like in your bridesmaid dress and flower crown. He had to admit, despite Lauren’s Lauren-ness, he definitely liked her choice in bridesmaid outfits.

“I was just heading to the reception,” he explained. “Figured you had pictures and shit.”

You nodded, wringing your hands. “Yeah. I just… wanted to say thank you.” You took a step closer to him. “For being there today. Lauren wasn’t too happy that she saw you making that face at me but…” You shrugged with a shy chuckle. “It helped.” Without another word, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug. “You’re amazing,” you whispered before letting go. Your hands lingered on his arms as you looked up at him.

His hands froze on your waist as he looked down at you, every instinct in his head begging him to say something.

But not yet. Not now. Not right before you were supposed to be taking photos with your family. Because what if he was totally and completely wrong? The awkwardness on your face would be documented for all eternity.

Even worse, what if he was right? He’d finally admit his feelings, you’d admit yours, and then he’d have to let you go be all smiles next to fucking Jim. Fuck no. Once Roy told you how he felt, he didn’t want to spend even one second away from you.

“Roy?”

Your timid voice brought him out of his thoughts. “Go smile pretty for the camera,” he teased, kissing your forehead. “Just do your fucking best not to outshine the bride. Although-” His eyes trailed up and down your figure before returning to your face. “-that might be fucking impossible.”

The blush that appeared on your face made him feel almost proud. “I’ll do my best,” you laughed, giving his biceps a squeeze. “Photos shouldn’t take too long, so I should be back soon.”

“I’ll have a strong drink waiting for you,” Roy promised.

“And a dance?” You raised your eyebrows, knowing Roy was never much for dancing.

Roy shrugged and pressed another kiss to your forehead. “As many dances as you fucking want.”

[bearofohu]

four or so years ago i bought the hershel nendoroid only to lose it in the depths of my closet and today i went looking for something else and i discovered not the complete figure but the detached arm and teacup and i feel like a crime scene investigator whos only evidence of the victim is his poshly sleeved arm and his pompous little teacup left perfectly intact from the brutal killing