#enemies and lovers yall

[plenaurum]

i love amen but i hope eva gets the option to beat the shit out of him like amala with amrit

[sturnslvtt]

- Texts with bsf Matt -

Summary: Just normal texts from your best friend Matt while he has a crush on you.

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x reader

Warnings: Suggestive, fluff, funny, friends to lovers

author’s note: idrk what to say abt this bc this is rlly boring but i hope yall like it !! (reblogs, comments, and likes dont hurts as well 😉)

[steddieas-shegoes]

Country singer Steve Harrington, who has always leaned more into the pop country side of things (think Wanted by Hunter Hayes), but wants his third album to be more true to old school country roots.

His label agrees but only if he works with Eddie Munson, a rock star who had to leave the spotlight when he got kicked out of his band for, well, rockstar behavior gone too far.

Steve isn't amused, especially because he doesn't care for metal music or rock star shenanigans. He was "raised better" and doesn't think Eddie could sit down and write songs with actual emotion and feeling.

Cue long songwriting sessions where Eddie is trying his hardest to be on his best behavior because he knows this is his last shot at being taken seriously, and Steve being surprised every time Eddie proves that he's talented as a songwriter and musician, well outside the scope of just metal and rock.

They write a song that they're both so proud of, Steve asks if he'll record it with him just for fun. The released version would just be Steve.

Eddie agrees.

It's an incredible duet, something country music has needed forever, but Eddie doesn't want that version out there.

The label genuinely accidentally releases their version instead of the Steve only version. As soon as they realize, they remove it from official places, but it's too late.

Fans have already heard it and have gone crazy over it, begging them to let the radio play this version, begging for this version to be available for streaming. The Steve version is great, but it doesn't have the emotion that's laced in the tone of them singing together.

Eddie finally gives in when he sees how happy Steve is about the reaction to it.

But the label decides they want them to tour together, have Eddie work as his opening act, perform his acoustic songs that haven't been officially released anywhere. Eddie can't do it.

He can't go back into that lifestyle. He couldn't do it to his band, who made him promise that he'd come back to them when he got his shit straight. He can't do it to his fans, who stuck by him through some rough shit, but probably wouldn't support a fucking country music career. He definitely can't do it to Steve, who deserves to have someone with him who can be trusted not to go off the deep end.

So he runs. He hides. His uncle welcomes him home, congratulates him on finally embracing his country roots.

It doesn't take long for Steve to find him.

Because he'd been more honest with Steve than he'd ever been with anyone. He told him about his childhood, his Uncle Wayne, his struggle to make it. He told him about his worse struggle when he did make it, how he got in with the wrong people, the wrong things. Prioritized the lifestyle more than his own life.

Of course Steve knew where he'd run to.

Of course Steve came to remind him what his life could be if he allowed himself to find new priorities.

Steve's lips were pretty persuasive, but not nearly as persuasive as his promises to remind him what he could have if he kept his life his priority.

"But what if I let you down?"

"You won't."

"But-"

"No. You won't. You're gonna do amazing things for yourself. And I'm gonna be there to see it happen. That's all."

And he was.

They co-wrote Steve's entire album while Eddie worked on recording his own original songs. He liked that it was an old school rock and roll feel, some blues, some country, some hints of metal sneaking in on a couple songs.

He called his band to come help him with a song, hesitant to even ask, but they came. Of course they came.

He called his Uncle Wayne to play banjo on a song, worried that he wouldn't like the heavier electric guitar notes over it. Of course he loved being involved.

When their tour started, he let himself actually feel nervous.

But instead of running, he looked at the man who supported him through it, even when his own career was on the line.

Of course Steve was there.

[daydreamdraws]

Pressure sona ref sheet for funsies!!

look at her GO

also did a small silly :D i love annoying him

[starrynightsxo]

cardan: I hereby exile Jude.

jude, feeling betrayed: *leaves*

cardan: ...

cardan: *worrying because jude didn't figure it out and freaking out in his letters because she STILL hasn't understood*

the fandom watching this all unfold: go girl, give us... nothing???

[leverage-ot3]

say what you want, sambucky and hardisoneliot are the same ship in different fonts:

insufferable coworker

serving looks on the job

camaraderie

it’s been a long hard day

bro power

hugs, of course

totally not in love

and their chaotic (iconic) first meetings

so if you sambucky fans want a smart witty tech guy in love with a smart grumpy punchy guy, I highly recommend leverage! five seasons plus the reboot that is running that has two seasons so far

[sur-i-ki]

𝘈𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦

To anyone from the outside looking in, you and Naruto were the least compatible together. For anything.

The constant squabbling, the fighting, and the sheer annoyance the two of you exclude when together would easily make someone think: 'Dating? These two can't even be friends'

For instance, take last week for example; the two of you, one board game, and the rest of your mutual friends glancing nervously at the two of you. The end? You refused to give Naruto his monopoly money, and so you dumped his instant ramen all over him. Sasuke and Sakura both kicked you out onto the curb for that.

You washed his hair later that night at your house as he littered kisses over your bare stomach.

Anyways.

Or, let's talk about when the two of you had your mouths taped shut because you couldn't decide on a movie. Sitting in silence togther as the rest of your friends sprawled across the floor-for the entire movie.

Except you traced out 'I love you' on his thighs the entire time as well.

Regardless,

There is no regardless. No matter what instance is brought up, there is always something after that, just, makes no sense. Whatsoever.

When Sakura asks Naruto why he fights with you, he replies, "Because we like to. It makes her happy." It’s safe to say everyone's jaw dropped, and probably dislocated afterwards when he looped his arm around you and dropped his head down to kiss your shoulder. You were seemingly unbothered.

When a guy asks you out, not thinking of the hulking blondie beside you, onlookers are shocked to see him pull you into his side.

But, you hate each other!

Do you?

Well, you can't hate him much when he whispers into your ear that you're his, he's yours, and that will hold true forever. Can't hate him when he brings you potted flowers instead of bouquets because "his girl" shouldn't have dead flowers. And you especially can't hate him when he doesn't take any of your insults seriously and returns them tenfold. Even if it’s to see the Cheshire grin on your face when he does.

So yeah, to any onlooker, you both are incompatible, but he says "my girl" and "pretty babe" and so many things when all you do is look at him, and, well, he's pretty compatible with you, so you don't care.

He's yours. And he’s cute. So who cares.

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

[whaliiwatching]

he’s talking abt seeker constellation myths

[heyitsspaceace]

we as society don't talk enough about roberts!master going "I need the doctors body" first thing in the morning, like okay gayboy

[nyxi-pixie]

hello average tumblr user. in front of you is a femslash rarepair. your challenge is to not start psychoanalysing its fans and saying they only pretend to like it to score social points, not depart from your 'shipping is for fun people can do what they want' view of mlm rarepairs, and not start randomly commenting on posts about them how you actually prefer those female characters with men who are or are not important to their characters. Live or die. Go.

[ashertickler]

aaron and smartass.

enemies to lovers.

i'm talking office tensions, forced proximity, interpersonal standoffs, and miscommunication

JUST SAYING. THAT WOULD BE DEVOURED BY ME AND MY FELLOW AARON STANS... NEED IT SO BADLY... UGH GIMME IT FIC WRITERS PLSSS

[3vln]

Ravens and Stallions: Ch. 1

Pairings: D. Blackwood x Bracken!Reader

Words: 3,800+

C.W.: probably needs LOTS of revisions. lots of time-inaccurate privileges (ladies allowed in taverns?? modern dilly-dallying), lots of cringe-worthy moments trying to add Westerosi/British slang into the mix (would love help on this) OCs, enemies-to-lovers, Romeo & Juliet-esque, non-canon stuff, no smut yet but will have (so MINORS DNI) My Lady Jane-type of banter.

Summary: Someone’s broken heart is how the day got started; for someone else, it was how it ended.

There was nothing special about meeting the Blackwood boy, at first. And he thought the same about you. It wasn’t love at first sight, or anything like that. But it was a gradual thing as you both got to know each other throughout the evening. It was a meeting by chance.

See, your respective friend groups had taken you both out to the nearby town of Harroway for some drinks; for the Blackwood boy, he’d heard talks about war looming, and the time to enjoy his livelihood, and his time being alive… well, he knew it would be short. He needed to make the days he had on Earth count.

And you, you were staying at your aunt’s house in Harroway to accompany your heartbroken friend to get drinks with a few others. While you weren’t someone who usually snuck out to drink, and had a good head on your shoulders, times like these where you enjoyed yourself were few and sparse. It was easier to obtain forgiveness from Aunt Jeyne than to ask your parents for permission.

So, as you were drinking your wine and comforting your distraught friend with the others, you briefly met, unbeknownst to you, the eyes of a rival.

“He had used me! I know he did, that rat bastard!” your wailing friend had choked out, snapping your attention to her. The other two friends made agreeable comments to comfort their hurting friend. In a loud tavern full of bustling noises, no one else had paid attention to her besides the friend group. It drowned out the quiet sobs and prevented any unnecessary attention.

You tried to encourage her with words of affirmation in an effort to lighten up her mood, it pained you to find close ones in pain, especially if it could have been prevented. “Lyanne, you can’t let that boy dictate how you live your life,” you heartened. The others agreed and chimed in with more affirming reflections. You eyed the table’s supply of wine and ale and sighed. “Moon tea will serve you best if it interests you, and please pray to the Maiden. Let’s get you another round of drinks for now; what do you say?” Lyanne wasn’t much of a devout, but she still took the advice to heart; smiling through her sad smile and teary eyes, she reminded herself to thank her friend later.

As you got up, another from the friend group joined you, making small talk about the unfortunate girl’s heartbreak and thanking you for joining them and for bringing fun and reason into the conversation.

“Although, I really think she should look into another man’s arms for comfort,” she mentioned coyly upon arrival to the bar.

“Bellena!” you quietly exclaimed with a smile before turning your back to order. You were too lost in your blush but thought about agreeing. Truth be told, it wasn’t a terrible idea. Not the best and ladylike, but nonetheless. Crying over failures was futile, and it was best to occupy perplexed thoughts with distractions.

An unfamiliar voice behind you tried for an unsolicited introduction between you both with a “Lost are we, ladies?” You quietly exchanged unimpressed looks.

A man with a sly grin had presented himself, mostly towards your friend; while weak of an introduction, yes, you saw Bellena’s gears start to work, most likely thinking of ways to see how she could use this to their advantage.

It was beautiful to see her magic work in real time, as she smiled sweetly, flirted with her eyes, and informed the man they’ve come for sweet libations from handsome men. “I see we’ve come to the right place,” she added. They maintained a bit of prolonged eye contact and, truthfully, you couldn’t fault either.

Bellena, of House Piper, was a natural beauty. Dark, cherry-red hair adorned her, and she truly embodied her house words of “Brave and Beautiful.”

The man before her was tall and handsome, Dornish-looking in a way – dark skin and thick eyebrows. You weren’t sure what house he was from, but Bellena thought it didn’t matter on nights like these. No one was dressed for battle and expressed their house colors tonight. The ladies themselves were anonymous in a way, dressed as common folk or servants having the night off to avoid the attention if dressed in their usual silks.

Banter and flirtatious remarks were exchanged between them, and soon after, Bellena successfully got the man to pay for the next rounds, allowing him and his friends to join your table at the tavern.

You both exchanged another look - this time, a silent acknowledgement in maidenhood: if anything happened that wasn’t welcomed, you’d all be quick to collect the other 2 ladies sitting at the table, and quickly exit.

This was an acknowledged risk, and for Lyanne above all.

“For the lore,” a phrase you all repeated and clinked your first drinks to.

“Miss?” The bar tender called for you, snapping you back to the present, “the drinks.”

As the man waved for his friends to join you, and as you moved towards the drinks, a familiar face you had seen a moment ago reached out to them before you, “Oh!”

“Let me get these for you,” he offered with a lazy smile.

You eyed him suspiciously, but offered back a polite smile.

“Davos, mate! Ever the gentleman. Follow us,” Aron, you soon learned, called out ahead.

Bellena quickly introduced him and his company, and ensured at least one of you had someone to talk to and talk about - especially Lyanne, whom the girls wanted to see enjoy herself and meet someone new.

Times like today, you weren’t fully mentally prepared to meet new people or anyone outside of whom you thought about spending the evening with. Quickly downing your drink as you sit next to Lyanne, you hope it quickly loosens you up to conversation. But to your surprise, you found that Davos, from at the end of the table, had noticed this quick moment and looked at you with a mix of surprise and, ultimately, awe – nodding his head in approval. You looked away in embarrassment, not expecting the attention.

“What brings you pretty lot out here to Harroway anyway?” one of them asks.

The ladies took a moment to respond, sheepishly looking around at each other with embarrassed smiles, debating if an elaborate story should be told or flat out explain the story in which they’re here for their broken-hearted friend.

“Well...” it was a tricky position. They didn't want to reveal themselves, but the ladies didn't know where to begin.

One of them snickered. “Don’t tell us you’re all out having a naughty night out and running away from home,” Davos joked as he took a drink from his pint. “I’d be quite intrigued if that was the case.”

The cherry-haired girl chuckled at the irony and nodded towards you, “Oh, you’d be surprised. Have you met my dear friend over here? I think you’d be quite smitten with her.”

In this moment, you remembered thinking and wishing for the Earth to open up and swallow you whole, and created a mental note to strangle the girl in front of you as you cover your face with your hands.

“Oh? A runaway, I fear?” he teases.

“Absolutely not,” you shook your head, quickly thinking of ways to explain yourself. “I had only wished for some fresh air and found myself in this tavern before I knew it. I’m sure we’ve all been there before.” Not your finest.

“Oh! Oh, yes!” He teasingly agreed, nodding with a sarcastic smile. “I was out with these lads having a drink, and before I knew it, my feet had taken a mind of their own and found myself here. I’m glad I’ve found my people.”

“Precisely.”

He chuckles as he rolls his eyes and takes another sip from his pint.

-

The rest of the evening was followed by more laughter and banter from both ends, surprised at how well things were going and the ladies having fun and comfortable, the heartbroken girl had even rallied back together from her earlier state; and even though you weren’t contributing to much conversation, you were relaxed as long as everyone else was having a grand time. You looked down at your drink, almost gone, and while you weren’t inebriated, you figured it was time for some fresh air.

Absent-mindedly, you excused yourself from the table, and upon leaving to venture outside, you weren’t prepared to see Lyanne perched up outside against the tavern walls towards a quiet corner, in the middle of a passionate kiss with the man whom she had been speaking with.

Quickly hiding back behind the wall, hand on your chest and the other over your mouth, a peal of laughter creeps up as you try to hold against it, afraid of being caught or heard. You were wondering where she had gone after missing from the table for some time. Now you know where. You made a mental note to hold court with her and the other girls soon to debrief on the day’s events.

“There you are.”

You looked to the entrance of the alehouse and saw the man who had helped you with the drinks walk up. You offered him a greeting with a biting smile.

He seemed amused by your reaction. “I see we’re in need of some fresh air?”

You nodded as you bit your lip, holding back a giggle. “Well, that was the plan. But I see that we’re not the only ones who need fresh air.”

He looked at you curiously until he looked around the corner and saw the offending sight. He looked at you with shock, his mouth hanging in disbelief with his lips turned up, “Seven hells!”

You nodded to reaffirm you were equally as shocked. He looked over again, feigning the same shocked reaction, but this time he furrowed his eyebrows, face growing stern, “Wait, that’s not alright.” He touched your shoulder, as if to excuse himself as he made himself visible to the offending couple, “Ey! Get your vile tongue off her! And treat her like a lady - get a room!”

There was a “Piss off!” in the distance, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the entertaining interaction between Davos and his friend. He let out a chuckle as he ran his tongue over the side of his teeth, returning the response with an offending finger towards the distant man.

“The boldness of that lad, huh?” he returned his attention back to you.

You shrugged, “I hope this doesn’t make me a bad friend, but I’m glad she’s having fun.”

He raised his eyebrows as he scanned you down, “And you call that having fun?” You roll your eyes as you push yourself off the wall.

“Calm down. All I’m saying,” you emphasize, “is that I’m glad that she’s not sad anymore.”

“Hm. Care to elaborate?”

You looked at him curiously, looking at the way he was genuinely interested in conversation as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall towards you. Relaxed eyes looking down at you, dark irises gleaming despite the twilight sky. You thought about how sweet he looked – kind of handsome in a rugged and boyish way, his choppy bangs framing his face. It almost made you uneasy how interested he looked.

Clearing your throat and looking away, you entertained the conversation and started to walk around the alehouse – both attentive to not disturbing the lovebirds – and although you were careful not to reveal too much about yourself, it was nice to talk about your friend groups and your interests with someone who was interesting, of substance, and someone who understood your humor. This was a stark contrast to the suitors that your mother had wanted you to meet. Most conversations had fallen flat, or lacked sympathy, or intelligence for that matter.

Davos was careful to maintain a respectful distance, cautious to not make any unnecessary touches, which was something you appreciated. You began to take a liking to him because of that.

“What about you?” you asked as you both made your way to the distant trees that offered quietness - polar to the noisy tavern inside. “What do you like?”

He sheepishly smiled. A thought formed in his head about whether he should take a bold move or stay conservative. “Not a lot of things, truth be told.” He looked away. “But I know I like something when I feel it,” he finished, his head turning to you with a lopsided smile.

Taken aback, you hope the blush creeping up doesn’t betray you, and silently nod.

A beat of silence follows, and a look of realization falls on his face as he stands tall from leaning against the tree he had just made himself comfortable on. His face, now beet red, distorts with ideas to make conversation out of, “I hope that wasn’t too forward, I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re very pretty with a pretty laugh, and I think you’re a very nice girl and funny too, and I like you and…” strings of words came together to fill the silence, and you look at him in awe and curiosity at how fast he’s able to talk, wondering if he’ll ever catch a breath for talking fast.

As he continued, you made a forward move to place your hands on him in hopes of calming him, holding his face in one of your palms, “Davos… Davos!” you try. His face was warm, you didn’t realize how bony his cheekbones were as you brushed your thumb against his cheek.

Eventually, realizing your hands were on him, he slowed down. “Right, uhh, yes, sorry,” he breathed as he calmed.

“Thank you,” you chuckled. “I thought something had possessed you,” you laughed. A beat of silence. “But that was sweet.”

You forgot your hands were still on him caressing his cheeks until he placed his hands on top of yours, something you were unprepared for, but nonetheless welcomed.

Another beat of silence. “You have very soft hands,” he murmured as he closed his eyes and kissed the inside of your palm, then leaned into it. Oh.

When he opened his eyes, he studied you and smiled, “You are very pretty,” he said softly. Oh!

Something in you grew, your heart, or your chest, or something. It was almost consuming. Was it the way he had kissed your palm? Or the way he outright told you how pretty you look? Or the endearing way his thoughts dispersed and he babbled on? A bit of everything, you supposed. It was too forward, but it was nice, it was a nice feeling; foreign, and a bit uncomfortable from it being all new to you, but you welcomed it with a smile, curious to see how this unfolds.

You don’t remember exact details but you remember thinking about the scar above his lip, touching it lightly with your fingers, and the electrifying feeling of his lips meeting yours. The butterflies in your stomach swelled, making their way towards your chest, and your blood pumping with nervousness and excitement as you ventured into a foreign experience.

It felt good to be wanted, the way his hands snaked around your waist, and the way the kiss had started off soft, innocuous, and tender, and how it lent its way to become more profound, and almost sinful.

He was careful to not make any more offending moves, and that made you want him even more; one of your hands now having a mind of their own, snaking their way to comb his hair behind his head between your fingers. You clocked a small grunt leaving him as you tugged his hair a little, his arms pressing you closer to him, and a heat spreading through you, legs seconds from turning jelly and letting him mold you.

You needed to catch your breath – this was becoming too much, and you weren’t expecting any of what had just unfolded. Still interlocked in each other’s arms, a shy laugh left you both.

You shared a comfortable silence in each others arms after some time. And you, dare say thanked? the gods for giving you a lovely moment to live on.

“You know,” breaking the silence after a while as he held on to your waist, “that was quite a feat what you did back there with your drink.”

You quizzically looked at him as you toyed with the locks behind his ear, “hmm?”

“When you chugged your drink. Faster than the northern winds.”

“Oh, was that what first caught your attention?”

“Mmmm, that and your pretty face.”

You rolled your eyes, blushing. “You never told me what you didn’t like,” you murmured in an effort to change the conversation.

To that, the man bobbed his head side to side. “That may be a longer list,” he grimaced.

You heartily chuckle, “I may have the time for it.”

He smiled, “Well, for the basics, what I despise–”

“Oh, we’re starting out heavy.”

“Hah, mmm, well, maybe…” he grinned, and he indeed shared a long list of things, a lot of it personal things that are beyond surface-level that made him his own unique being; and more minor, funny things that he thought were inconveniences.

You really did admire him for being someone who isn’t afraid of vulnerability. It felt like a breath of fresh air. And the attentiveness!

You brushed your thumb over his cheek, with him leaning into it as he continued to list out the things he passionately disliked. He was a man of passion, you soon found out. To your surprise, you've come to found out you like this trait. And surely he's someone you'd be interested in if he were interested in pursuing you. You just needed to find an opening in this conversation with your parents once you learn of Davos' parentage.

And just as you thought about opening up about your family, he’s beaten you to it, and a part of you shatters.

“… ah! And Brackens.”

Huh? You turn to him, “I beg your pardon?”

A million thoughts ran through your head, maybe you misheard? Were we back to talking about our his likes? Enjoyments? Gods be good, are we family? A horror strikes your face. All thoughts race, all leading to the shared kiss.

You looked at him, warm relaxed eyes looking back at you – unaware, unassuming. A piece of you has broken, you think.

He shrugged, “Aye, Brackens. Cravens, the lot of them. I think they’re a bunch of good-for-nothing–”

Another shatter. “I’d be careful with your next words.” You dropped your arms away from him as you sternly held your ground, ready to bite back and defend your gold-and-red coated family. The worst has dawned on you, and disgust has overtaken. No, no, no, no!

Confused and a bit hurt, he studied you and nodded with a frown, finally piecing the puzzle together.

A pregnant silence takes over before he takes a deep breath. “I take it you’re Bracken?”

“Proudly.”

He continued nodding his head and rested his hands on his hips, “Then we’re definitely in a bit of a situation.”

You rolled your eyes, “there’s no situation.” Definitely not after the revelation. It couldn't be allowed. Wouldn't.

“Oh really? This moment we had–”

“We had no moment.”

“- kinda looked like a situation… Right. Well.”

You scoffed. “Davos, do me a favor, forget this ever happened.” It had to. If he was willing to say something about your family, what were the chances of him treating you any better? This was nothing but a flirtatious evening. It was going so well, until it wasn’t, especially when speaking in the matters of family. You couldn’t allow yourself to think beyond this moment, of the what ifs. You had to ensure he understood that and cut it off before anything more began. You looked him in the eye and stood your ground.

There was a darkness in his eyes now, surely hurt after being told to forget this moment with someone whom he wanted to explore a prospect with. He thought about the possibility of apologizing, asking for forgiveness, and although too soon, he'd thought about facing the challenges that involved asking for your hand from a family that wouldn’t welcome him in the first place.

But upon hearing your words, it snapped him out and brought him down to reality. Of course, there was no future, much less a moment of truce between the opposing Houses. This was a feud as old as time. So he did what he did best, and put up a wall around him that had forced him to spit insults, regretfully projecting his own hurt. “Forget? How could I forget the moment I discovered an almost civilized Bracken?”

Oh. This had turned around rather quickly. “Almost? Coming from a Blackwood, that’s a compliment.” Unexpected, but you saw this invitation to pass insults, and determined to not lose this battle, you wanted to hurt him if he was going to act this way.

“Don’t let it get to you. You might start thinking you’re actually interesting.”

I beg your pardon? “Interesting enough to catch your attention, apparently,” you spit, “Or is your recollection as poor as your judgment?”

He leaned in closer, towering over you. “My judgment might be questionable, but at least I don’t deceive people to have fun.”

Crossing your arms, you looked at him lamely with an arched eyebrow, “Oh that’s rich, I didn’t know Raventree Hall had a jester. Is that a Blackwood trait or just your own special talent?”

He stood mere inches away from your face and your stomach was back to making butterflies, but you refused to showcase anything other than annoyance, you were determined to have the last word.

Giving you a once-over, he chuckled, clearly over this, “It’s called charm, something I’m not afraid to use again,” he murmured.

A sound of disgust leaves your lips as you turn around and march back to the tavern, “Enjoy your delusions, Blackwood.”

Davos, back to leaning against the tree, smiled to no one in particular as he would enjoy his delusions. “And you, Bracken; enjoy your illusions.”

On your march back, you were too focused on holding back from vomiting and feeling your emotions, bottling them up and storing them far away. Just as you thought you found someone on your own, it had to be someone you couldn’t have and someone who was willing to insult your family.

You collected the rest of your friends, much to Bellena and Lyanne’s chagrin, and marched back home to your Aunt Jeyne’s place before it got too dark. It was then that you fully settled into your emotions, thought about the shared kiss, how sweet it was, and silently sobbed.

You ended the night with a broken heart.

[sturnslvtt]

Show Ya? -

Christopher Sturniolo

Summary: You go to a trampoline park with your best friends, the Sturniolo Triplets to film a Youtube video with them. While relaxing in mall massage chairs you find out that your best friend Chris is a virgin and you decide to fix that when you get back home.

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x reader, dom!reader, virgin!chris, innocent!chris, m!receiving

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, use of y/n, profanity, fluff(sorta), pet names, bsf!chris, virginity, friends to lovers, size!kink (THIS IS ONE OF MY FIRST FICS SO I APOLOGIZE IF IT SUCKS)

“This feels better than sex.” Chris grunts while sitting in shitty massage chairs located outside of the trampoline park that you and the triplets went to, to film a youtube video. It did feel relaxing to get some relief after jumping all day, but better than sex? “Like you would know what that feels like.” Matt shoots back with attitude. You’ve been best friends with the triplets since you were in elementary school. However, the topic of sex wasn’t brought up often. You look confused at Matts statement. ‘There is no way Chris is a virgin.’ You think to yourself.

Your eyebrow lifts as you sit up from the chair and look at Chris confused. “Whattt!” You strikingly ponder out loud. Nick giggles in your reaction knowing that you’ve never mentioned each other’s sex life before. “Dude fuck off!” Chris responds, now feeling embarrassed and scratching the back of his neck. You’ve always had a fonder for Chris. But you would never tell anybody because you knew it would ruin your friendship. But you couldn’t help but imagine how innocent and pure he was and how that just made him more attractive.

The chairs massaging back slows down and the time runs out due to the amount of money you entered. You annoyingly stand up and re-adjust your outfit. You all stretch and wine, not wanting to go home. After spending all day at a trampoline park, you could tell that the thing you all wanted to do most was to sleep.

- After driving home -

“Good mother fucking night.” Nick announces while holding up peace signs and walking into his room. The triplets were always known for staying up late, but tonight you were all exhausted from filming all day. Matt and Chris disappear to their rooms as well. Whenever you sleep over at the Sturniolo’s house, you always sleep on the couch. As you lay on the couch trying your hardest to fall asleep, you lie awake because all you can think about is Chris.

You can occasionally fall asleep from making up your own fantasies about Chris before you go to sleep. But tonight was different, You couldn’t stop thinking about how special it would be to free Chris’s innocence. His head between your legs, gripping onto his back, making hickeys upon his dick, the pounding of your bodies, the tricks you could teach him. You got yourself wet from even picturing it.

You give up. You walk yourself you Chris’s room. Not trying to make a move because you know he could never fall for you. Just to be in his company, since you couldn’t fall asleep yourself.

- Chris’s POV -

I walk to my room, still feeling incredibly embarrassed from the fact that I am still a virgin. And now the fact that y/n knows i’m a virgin. I’ve always pictured y/n and I together. Knowing that she could never feel the same way. As I lay down in bed I couldn’t help but imagine the way she looks at me now. I draw fantasies in my mind about how good she would look riding, sucking, kissing, bouncing, and moaning hoping that it would calm myself down to sleep.

- Back to second person POV -

You awkwardly knock on the door of Chris’s bedroom, not even knowing yourself what you’re here for. “Chris?” You softly whisper, as you lean over his bed to check if he’s sleeping. Chris slowly rolls over and rubs his eyes to make sure he’s not dreaming. “Y/n? i thought you were gonna be asleep?” Chris replies surprisingly. “Sorry, I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to know if I could sleep in here tonight?” Your response sounds uncertain. “Oh uh sure, i’ll take the couch.” Chris says while collecting his pillows and standing up.

“Oh I was kinda thinking like we could go to sleep together? Just a stupid thought so we could both fall asleep you know?” You chuckle. ‘Shit,shit,shit’ You think to yourself. Chris laughs as well while he sets his pillows back down on his comforter and pats a spot next to him, inviting you to join him. It shouldn’t feel awkward, you were just lying next to your best friend. But it’s the same best friend whose dick you were just imagining in your mouth. You both lay away from each other, You backs only centimeters apart.

“Chris?” You whisper while tugging on your pillow hoping this conversation goes as planned. He murmurs some kind of response you can’t quite make out but you continue. “Have you actually never had sex before?” You anxiously add. Chris freezes at your words. He gasps but responds, “Um yea, is that really surprising?” He laughs awkwardly knowing that it won’t fix the tension. “Actually no, it’s kinda cute.” You giggle at your words knowing you said it sarcastically.

You both turn your bodies around at the same time and your faces meet, only inches away from each other. “Do you want me to show ya what it’s all about?” You softly say. Finally feeling the confidence in your words. “I thought you would never ask.” Chris shortly assured before slamming his lips onto yours. His tongue almost immediately enters yours, Your tongues fighting for dominance harshly. You pull away for only a moment to ask if he really wanted to. He eagerly nods. You’re almost so caught up in the kiss that you forget this is a teaching moment.

“Okay take these off sweetheart.” You say, tugging at his pajama pants. You can feel his bulge through boxers as he throws his pants somewhere in the room. As he is untying his drawstring, you slip your tank top over your head exposing your plump tits. He stops and gasps at the sight of your bare chest after imagining it for so long. You giggle at his innocence once again.

You roll him onto his back and you sit yourself on his thighs. Admiring him so vulnerably, you unwrap the remaining clothing off of him. Chris now laying fully naked in front of you felt so surreal. His large length springs onto his stomach the second it is released. “Holy shit chris!” You unknowingly gasp. “what!!” Chris asks worried. “Nothing, you’re just huge, it’s a good thing.” You smile in response. He shifts his waist up to your pelvis. You, sitting on his thighs with one leg on each side of his body, hover over his bulging cock already coated in pre cum. “So needy and eager i know. But you have to stay quiet for me okay?” You assure him, You don’t want to risk getting caught. He nods aggressively, not knowing what he’s getting himself into.

You start to slowly stroke up and down on his length while making slight circles with your thumb around his slit. His breathing starts to get heavier as slight moans come out. “have you ever touched yourself before baby?” You ask. He hums a yes response under his breath while trying not to make much noise. “And who do you think about?” You add on while smirking. “y-y-you y/n.” He grunts while rolling his head back. You speed up your strokes slightly before rolling off your own shorts and exposing yourself to your best friend.

“Be super quiet for me baby.” You exclaim to Chris before aligning his tip with your entrance. Still in the same position, you gently lower yourself ontop of him. Gasping at his size, you moan out. You catch your breath before realizing you’re being too loud. You lean over his body making eye contact with him as you lower yourself all the way. Almost in shock that you could fit all of him. You repeatedly bounce up and down slowly, trying to provide space knowing that this is his first time. Your moans collide together not caring about the need to stay quiet anymore.

He kisses your neck, creating hickeys as your body lowers repeatedly again and again. Increasing your speed each time, you ask for assurance that this is not too much. His moans are enough you bring you to your high. “i-i’m s’close y/n” Chris aches out. “Me too baby” You reply. You start to question yourself if this really is his first time compared to how good it was. With the only warning being the noises that come out of Chris’s mouth, his warm cum coats your walls as your humping comes to a stop.

You lift yourself off of him and collapse next to him on the bed. You slowing stroke him once again, trying to completely finish him off before congratulating him. “Thank you for showing me that.” He kisses you once again as he replies. He looks in awe at the mess you made of him. “Was that better than the massage chairs?” You sighed while making eye contact. “Much better.” He says with a contagious laugh and deep breaths. “I’ll show ya again later.” You add on for the last time before getting changed and inviting him in to a shower to clean up.

authors note: I had this idea a while ago and I don’t know why it took me so long to write. This is one of my first ever fanfics i’ve written so I apologize if it’s not too great yet. Tips and advice are greatly appreciated! But anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed! Thank you for reading !! (reblogs, comments, and likes don’t hurt as well 😉)

[mauveberries]

just saw someone who is anti tomarrymort say “it’s not even enemies to lovers because it’s really just harry trying to survive,” and like, yeah, facts, actually. 😭😭😭😭😭

they are Not enemies to lovers, they’re more like predator x prey.

[vick-shimmer]

I played Witcher 3 in the year of 2023 and was baffled to discover that there's only a handful of Regis x Geralt fanart?? Hello??

[its-the-sa]

can you draw about human kaijus please and thanks

i'm sorry friend... I appreciate that you still like my old kaiju art, and I will probably return to the godzilla fandom someday, but today is not that day.

I'm very deep into a rain world hyperfixation right now, and to be honest, i'm actively trying NOT to let the 'godzilla' and 'rain world' beams cross in my brain too much. i havent even watched godzilla x kong: the new empire yet, because I already know it would just fuel my current brainrot. I'd end up making a whole new AU based on it. i'd write essays about all the thematic parallels. i'd write a thesis paper deciphering what mothra's symbol means in the language of the ancients. i'd redraw every stupid kongzilla meme that pops up on google images. i'd unlock a level of autism this world is not prepared to contain.

like please im already struggling with every fibre of my being not to redraw this fucking thing:

im fihgting for my life