#so she has to let others be bad people too

[sevsgiirl]

Omg okay I can't stop thinking about needy lovesick Sevika with a younger femme partner (you can totally do a continuation of the fic you wrote) so what if, she's a little needy&insecure for their age gap? That her girl gets bored/annoyed with her? (She doesn't have this type of thoughts all the time, but the seeds of doubts grows when she hears other people talk, not directly about her and reader, but in general but it does linger when others points out how different they are) or in her own way, she start craving more compliments, affections from her but dunno how to do it and at the same time she's trying to gauce if her girl still likes her (she does!!) yet just the thoughts/doubts hurts Sevika like so bad, because she would do anything for her darling, what she has to do to make her girl still love her and not leave her?

— sevika with a younger partner and feeling insecure

synopsis: sevika doesn’t have a type. whether they’re older or younger, just as long as they could keep up with her that’s all mattered. but ever since you two started dating, she starts to wonder if she’s the one who could keep up with you and how deep down, it scares her that you might find a problem with it eventually.

note: I just had to post this before going to sleep because the idea is too good. I love the way your brain works and again, thank you for sending in the req <3 love you and I hope you like this.

you were a beacon of light in the cesspool of chaos that is sevika’s life.

to this day, she still doesn’t understand how you and her got into a relationship but here you are now, going strong for almost a year and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

you two rarely get into arguments, when you did she never hesitates to reach out and fix the situation right away because she can’t stand being on bad terms with you for long.

you two are on the same mental wavelength, which sevika appreciates given how you’re a lot younger than her. she’s in her 40s and you were in 20s, but sometimes she forgets because conversations always run smoothly between you two.

but just because she forgets that doesn’t mean other people fail to bring it up.

when you started dating, it was a bit difficult given how it wasn’t received well by a lot of her peers. not that they judged her for it because they could never unless they wanted to have their face busted in. but it was the occasional remarks that had a hint of judgement in them that made sevika uncomfortable.

things such as “she’s a bit young, isn’t she? you better keep an eye on her especially because you’re always at work. it’s hard being in a relationship with someone who’s at a different stage in life as you.”

both of you had jobs but her work compared to yours was hectic. you work as a waitress at jericho’s meanwhile sevika is paid to get her hands dirty for silco. the job was tedious and draining and sometimes she comes home, tired to the bone that she could barely catch up with you. which she feels immensely guilty for.

you’ve reassured her that it isn’t a big deal and that you understand her status in zaun is far more important than yours. you’ve always acknowledged sevika’s role in the under city and why she was feared by many, that’s what attracted you to her in the first place. she was loyal, devoted and her endurance was insane.

but still, despite how sevika’s job is her number one priority, it still doesn’t slip her mind that she may accidentally neglect you and your needs without her knowing.

and she knows it takes a toll on you too, you just don’t want to bring it up because you respect her too much. and she was right because when she came home early one night you weren’t there, and it was almost midnight when you finally returned and you were shocked to see sevika sitting on your couch waiting for you. usually she’d be back around 2-3am.

“hey, you didn’t tell me silco would let you off the hook early,” you said but your words became background noise because she was too focused on your appearance. you were dressed up and from where she sat she could tell you’ve had a lot to drink.

it’s not that it upset sevika you went out, you could do whatever you want but it saddens her that you didn’t even go out of your way to tell her about it assuming she’d be coming home late. is this what you do when she’s not here? go out with your friends and have fun? it’s not that she expects you to wait for her in your apartment all day while she’s away for work.

still, the thought bothers her as she wonders what you must’ve been up to while she was gone. she tries to set the thought aside, not wanting to think bad of you because she knows you’d never go against her back. but certain thoughts crept up at the back of her mind. did you meet someone while you were out? were you offered drinks? did someone invite you out to dance?

“sev, baby, you there?” she didn’t even realize she zoned out until she felt you cupping her cheek “are you tired? you shouldn’t have stayed up for me.”

she shook her head “it’s alright. but yeah, silco let me off early and I wanted to surprise you.”

your shoulders sagged “I’m sorry. I assumed you’d come home late again so I decided to just go out with friends. had I known I would’ve waited so we can stay in and cuddle.”

despite your flattery words, the only thing that stuck to sevika was you implying she’d be late again. you didn’t mean it maliciously, there was no bitterness in your tone but instead there was just… acceptance. which frustrated her because people were right.

perhaps being at different stages in life does this. you needed a partner who you can home to and have fun with but instead you got her who’s always late, is already asleep when you probably want to stay up and have sex at night. she would force herself to push through just for you but she isn’t getting any younger and it shows.

maybe it’s because others have planted it in her head that you two are just far too different that’s why she’s overthinking like this, but it’s becoming more and more evident that they were right and if she doesn’t find a way to fix this, god knows before you start seeing the cracks and the dents as well.

and so in the following day she asked silco if she could cut off her usual hours at work to get back home early. at least for a few weeks and silco was shocked for a second because if there was anyone who’s extremely dedicated to their job, it’s her.

but it’s because of that he deliberates on the request “very well,” he answered “but if the matters are urgent I expect you to come in either way,”

well, it’s better than nothing, sevika thought. what matters is she’ll try to find some time to spend the following weeks with you and to hopefully regain the spark in your relationship.

not that she’s saying it’s lost but she’s scared it will. because if her days don’t consist of work, she’s either at the bar playing cards to blow off some steam, which isn’t exactly a productive way of spending one’s time.

unlike you, you have tons of friends who you go out with at clubs and sevika just doesn’t want to think about all the people you meet there, who are probably the same age as you, and have wanted to ask you out but you turned them down because of her.

meanwhile, she’s here and she can’t even keep you happy like how you deserve.

it eats her up alive that’s why as soon as she comes back from work a lot earlier than usual, she immediately engulfs you in a back hug when she sees you cooking in the kitchen.

you gasped, not expecting her “sev, you’re home.” you were surprised as you turned around “did something happen?”

she shook her head, smiling “no sweetheart, silco just let me off early again. plus I’ve been meaning to spend more time with my girl…”

you still weren’t used to the disruption of the routine, because she’s normally away at these hours, but you weren’t complaining.

and with that, you spent most of the evening cooking and catching up with each other. you didn’t miss the way sevika followed you around the house like a lost puppy when you started cleaning up to get ready for bed.

you raised an eyebrow when she wrapped her arms around your waist while you were washing the dishes, noticing how she’s awfully more needy than usual.

“baby, go rest. you just got back home from work.” you giggled and she just shook her head.

“I just want to spend more time with you. I feel like I haven’t been the best partner.”

that halted you in your tracks and you angled your head so you can face her “baby, what makes you think that?” your eyebrows were furrowed and she just held you tighter.

she lets out a breath, tired and awfully nervous about vocalizing her doubts. what if once she points it out you start seeing the red flags too? and then these affectionate gestures just won’t be enough? what then?

“I know with my job and the responsibilities I have, I haven’t been able to fulfill your needs. you have so much ahead of you and I’m always at work and I just don’t want to make it seem like I’m wasting your time.” she said and you just stood there, letting her words sink in.

“you’re young and you could be with someone whose head isn’t always stuck in a bunch of paperwork or is running around the lanes doing silco’s dirty work.” her jaw clenched and she starts to wonder if admitting to all of this was a good idea.

“I’m sorry, princess. I just don’t want to bore you by leaving you here at home all by yourself…”

you immediately swiveled around in her arms and took her face in your hands.

“sev, look at me.” you said, your voice stern “I could give less than two fucks about people my age. you think when I got into a relationship with you I didn’t know what I was signing myself up for? of course I did and I don’t regret any of it. I know you have responsibilities and I accepted all of your duties the moment you became mine.”

“I could never be bored of you, baby.” you told her, thumb caressing her cheek “you don’t treat me any differently because of my age so why should I? I love it that you’re so hard at work and that you provide for me. the fact my salary at jericho’s isn’t even enough to pay half of our rent but you don’t mind because you provide for us both, why would I find that boring? that’s fucking sexy.”

she couldn’t help but let out a snort “oh, so what you’re saying is that you’re staying with me because I’m basically your sugar mommy?”

you grinned “amongst other things,” you said before capturing her lips with your own.

the kiss was hot, heavy and slow as sevika gripped your hips and pulled you against her. pushing her knee up and sliding it across your thighs and she started rubbing against your clothed cunt, making you whimper.

“so you’re not bored of me? or mad?” she asked as she pulled away to look at you.

you rolled your eyes “you could be 23 or 75 for all I care and I still wouldn’t get bored of you.”

your finger drew circles around her chest as you fluttered your eyes up at her “plus you fuck me like you’re 23 anyway, so I don’t see why I would look for someone my age.”

she couldn’t help but laugh, swooping you up in her arms and you circled your legs around her waist as she walked you to your bedroom “god, you’re such a handful.” she said.

you smirked “but you love it.”

[daylightmidnights]

Okayyyyy finally I'm done reading it!!! First of all, the writing is so good and era-appropriate i think (obviously I don't know how people in the 1800s spoke but yeah) and the narration felt just how they narrate period films and shows. It's so engaging. I especially loved the pacing of the chapter. How it covered all the important points in this one and now the story can move forward from the next chapter.

I love that yn is hesitant but doesn't decline the offer. Because yes queen take the opportunity amd you won't have to be poor anymore and you can tell him to provide for your family too. It's a win-win. Also love that she knows how to read and knows basic math and isn't a genius by birth or some shit. She also cares about the people of the kingdom and their future in the hands of this extremely handsome man child of a king. Maybe she can knock some sympathy, empathy, kindness blah blah blah into his heart. Her character is very interesting. Looking forward to how it develops further.

Now about Harry. I really wanna slap the shit out of him. But he's also very entertaining so we'll look past it for now. I liked that he found her pretty even when she was in the street. And he's not condescending about her being a beggar, even though she'd surely feel more humiliated when she learns he chose her just to piss people off. He's so fucking proud of his royal prick and royal come....i just wanna smack him in the head. I hope yn stands up for herself and doesn't let him do as he pleases all the time. I want Harry to suffer so bad and then I want him to be obsessed with her and be a jealous little thing when someone else talks to her. And if he's still a prick after the wedding and threatens her saying he has other girls waiting just to mess with her, I want her to be confident and tell him that since she is the queen now she can do whatever she wants with whoever she wants and no one would say a thing. Ohhh it'd be so fun to see the back and forth and bantering. I can't wait for the next chapter. You're ruining me Guru!!!!

I also wanna say that I'd like this story to go as you want and as you plan. I mean sure you'd give our input as readers and about what we'd like to see. But you do that with every other fic, I want this one to be a product of your imagination only. And I'm sure what you'll decide would match with what the most of us want from this.

Okay that's all for now. Maybe I'll have more to say when I reread

[1] It's Good to Be King | mean king!harry

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Series Summary: Harry, a handsome, but ill-mannered new king, bound by tradition, must select a queen, and against all expectations, he chooses Y/n, a street beggar. Now, Y/n finds herself caught between the gilded cage of royalty and the cold, harsh simplicity of her past, navigating a court shocked by her presence and a king who revels in the scandal of it all.

Note: Harry is mean/uncouth in this, though things do get better. He doesn't treat anyone around him with much respect at all. Expect to not like him much at first. Also, this is set in the 1800s England, and while not completely historically accurate, I did my best to keep it as accurate as possible.

Ch. 1 Word Count: 8,282

Ch. 1 Warning: smut (not w/Y/n), mention of a funeral, manipulation and coercion, corruption kink, humiliation

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The sky was gray, which seemed fitting for the occasion, and a single bell from the watchtower at the kingdom's town center slowly clanged the funeral toll.

It was a sad day for the prosperous kingdom of Thornekeep. The king’s funeral was quite the spectacle. There was not one citizen with a dry eye, for King Augustus Styles was beloved by all. The townsfolk stood along the cobbled road as two steeds pulled the king’s covered coffin to the cathedral for a ceremony that would end the elder King Styles’ reign and make way for the prince to be crowned by birthright.

The young prince was at the front of the procession riding on a lone horse wearing battle armor, along with his father’s shield and sword. No one could read his expression as he kept his eyes on the road ahead toward the cathedral. The people of the monarchy were not so keen on the prince. He was not as warm as his father, and he often ruffled feathers. Some would say he was downright mean. But what could they do? He had been brought up for this very thing. To rule and protect the kingdom and its people. They would have to put their trust in him no matter what.

The ceremony was attended by the royal court, Privy Counsellors, Lord Mayer, Realm High Commissioners as well as the family of the King. Prince Harry Styles sat on the woven red wool chair at the front as the announcement was made by the Council and the accession declaration was called before the Prince stood to receive his crown.

When the ceremony had concluded the old Sovereign’s casket was taken again by steed for the final burial where the whole of the kingdom stood in wait as their new King made his proclamation over the land and the kingdom to the public.

And so it was. The new Sovereign of Thornekeep, King Harry Edward Styles, would rule over the people henceforth.

.           .           .

“Your Majesty, we apologize for the intrusion, but it is time to get to the order of official business.”

“You wouldn’t have to apologize if you weren’t intruding, now would you?” Harry’s groggy voice spoke as he remained sprawled on his back in his warm velvet bed with three naked women lying draped over his limbs still fast asleep and unaware of the two men standing at the King’s chambers door.

“May it please Your Majesty if we return in one half-hour’s time? Our Lord Mayer and the Orders of Council are awaiting you in the Great Hall. This is a very important meeting, Sir.”

Harry knew he had a meeting set up. He knew it was important to keep it and he understood the gravity of it all. But he couldn’t resist when he took three lovely young things with him to his chambers the evening prior and they each let him do as he pleased. He’d just been crowned King for Christ’s sake! He deserved to sew his wild oats before things got heavy and real and it was time to get down to the nitty-gritty of his new stifling responsibilities.

“I will find myself in the Great Hall in one half-hour’s time. No need to return.”

“Yes, Sir. And what should we tell the Lord Mayer of your tardiness?”

“Fuck’s sake! I don’t care! Tell them I’ve got my privy member sallying forth and I’m in the sack with three concubines if you like! The Lord Mayer can wait a half hour. Give him a thumb of brandy. Tha’ should keep him with a smile.”

It was this very attitude that had the folk of Thornekeep nervous. Harry’s proclivity for saying what he pleased with little regard for the people he was saying it to.

The two men bowed their heads and backed out the door, closing it behind them before Harry sat up, pushing the women from him and stretching his arms overhead.

His first full day as King. He’d not looked forward to wearing the crown. But he knew what he needed to do and he had no choice just as the kingdom had no choice but to accept him as he was; full of grit and scandal, haughtiness and ego.

His bare feet landed on the heavy wood floors and he scratched his member before draping a sheet over the naked women in his bed. They’d all had too much to drink and Harry figured they could stay put until he returned. Maybe another round or two would do him some good and sober him up before he kicked them out to get back to their duties. Whatever those were.

He robed himself that morning and even though he’d been offered a personal dresser to assist him, he declined. Harry didn’t like the idea of having a valet in wait unless he was feeling like making them watch him fuck whoever he took in his bed for the night. That could be fun… Harry liked being watched. Maybe he’d reconsider and take a personal assistant after all.

The council and mayor were sitting in their places in the Great Hall when Harry sauntered in, unkempt and smelling of muff. Everyone stood and waited until he took his seat at the head of the long wooden table. Light poured in through the stained-glass panel behind him and everyone awaited the King’s call to order.

“We may begin,” he spoke. And so it started.

It was laid out for Harry the major issues that always needed tackling, allocation for funds and the people of Thornekeep, the Kingdom’s allies, and enemies, projects left undone that were awaiting signatures or provisional work. Then there were the upcoming events and additional contracts that needed sorting.

But there was also the concern of the King’s marital status.

“You’ll need a Queen. Someone to continue the Styles’ lineage for Thornekeep. The people will want to know they are under the rule of a stable Sovereign.”

“What does it matter how the people feel? I can rule without a Queen. I’d rather not be hindered.” Harry waved a hand as he spoke unconcerned.

“Your Majesty, with all due respect, how do you expect to have a child out of wedlock?”

The cheeky grin that pulled up on Harry’s face had his advisor suddenly standing to stop the King from answering that question but Harry only laughed and looked at the man. “Sit. Do not interrupt me again. I think Our Lord Mayer would like a lesson in biology and I’m not one to turn down a teaching moment.”

The advisor relented with a sigh (what was he to do? tell the King not to speak?), sat back down and Harry began. “One does not need the burden of wedlock to create offspring. It’s quite simple you see…” All the men knew where this was going as Harry continued. “All I need to do is stick my fiddle within the sweet quim whiskers of a beautiful woman and keep it in until I’ve done my duty. Could take a few rounds to set but I imagine soon enough the woman receiving my bounty will be heavy with child and upon the moment of birth will provide me an heir. No need for a marital contract of any sort.”

The men of the council looked around at one another in near shock at Harry’s dismissal of tradition as the Lord Mayor spoke. “That will not do. It is imperative that you find a Queen, my Lord. You need a woman that will raise said heir in the castle with you, bring them up properly, and teach them our ways. This will be your legacy. You must see that.”

Harry knew of course that his words would fall on deaf ears. He knew he’d have to marry and make a show of it. But he did rather enjoy seeing the looks on the faces of the fancy and feathered men, all tensed with their sleek coverings of velvet and wool and white tights tucked into silk and leather shoes with shiny silver buckles and heels that made them appear taller than they were.

“Fine. I’ll have my selection in a fortnight.”

His selection. As if he were choosing a dish to be served for dinner. But that is how Harry saw it after all. He would have his choice of dishes just as he would have his choice of women. It would be the roasted venison with piping hot potatoes, smothered in butter, and artichokes for his dinner, and for his wife, he’d take the pretty redhead with the plump bottom and big bosom lying in his bed. She had the kind of tummy that would take a child well he figured.

Making his way to his chambers he whistled a tune to himself, his mood not diminished by the news of his new tasks, for he was about to wet his fiddle once again. The redhead did seem quite desirable in that moment. But instead, upon entering his room, the redhead was missing.

The two others were lying on their backs and turned to see the King enter. Sitting up quickly Harry pulled his robe off and shut his door. “Where is the redhead with big breasts?”

“She was gone when I woke, Your Majesty,” the one with dark hair spoke.

“Well, bullocks. Do you know her name?”

Both women shook their heads no. “No, King.”

Harry sighed and continued removing his clothes. Well, if he couldn’t find a wife that night, he’d enjoy what was leftover in his room. He had a fortnight after all. Plenty of time to find someone he could tolerate. He had no intention of selecting anyone from the pool of suitable women the advisors told him about. That was a bore.

“You.” He pointed at the fair-skinned girl. “Sit in that chair and face the bed.”

Harry’s undervest was pulled off and he was left naked as he walked up to the one with dark hair and grinned at her. “You’ll suck my cock while she watches.”

He enjoyed his position of power. Women never told him no. Not when he was a prince and certainly not now as King. He had the young woman take him down her throat and checked in with the fair-skinned girl. “Keep watching. Want to make sure you get a good look at how well she does it. Just like last night. This one knows how to suck.”

Her slick mouth encased his girth and he groaned as he stood at the bed, the girl on her hands and knees taking the King on her tongue and gagging violently around his length.

“Oh, a noise maker!” Harry moaned, “Keep up the good work my little whore…”

The girl sputtered and pushed away from him, gasping as she looked up at him. “I’m not a prostitute! I’m–“

Harry interrupted, balking, “I don’t care. Think of it as a term of endearment. Get back and finish the job. It’s much better when you don’t speak.”

“King… perhaps you could just fuck me? My throat is starting to hurt.” She rounded her eyes at him.

He sighed as if it were an annoyance. “Okay. Turn around, face down.” He looked over at the girl on the chair. “Still watching?”

She nodded. “Yes, King.”

Harry poked himself into the pretty woman and she was already slick for him. He enjoyed a cunt just as much as he enjoyed a mouth and the view he had was rather delightful. He rocked into her and watched as her pussy lips gripped him, her insides coating him with a glisten that smelled like a proper cock wrapper.

His heart began to thud harder as he thrust into the hilt, smacking his hips into her soft round bottom and moaning in gasps as he felt his testicles squeeze and tighten. 

The girl was making her own little grunted noises but Harry wasn’t concerned if she finished or not.

Harry’s breathy moans changed into something deeper and more guttural the closer he got and he began to pound into her harder.

“Ahh! Oh!” She hollered as she was spread open by the King’s large cock.

But before she could even find her end Harry was pulling himself from her and spraying her back with his royal come and moaning in delight at his release.

The girl fell into the bed with a whine and the King noted the one watching was sitting at the edge of her seat with her eyes upon his cock.

“S’nice in’nit?” He turned toward her with his member in his palm. “Clean it off. Let’s make my knob shiny and new again.”

The girl was quick to lean in and take him in her mouth, licking off the slick from the other one who was left unsatisfied on the bed.

And when he’d had quite enough and his prick was deflating he parted from the girl and patted her cheek. “There we are. Off you go. Both of you. I’ve got to find myself a Queen.”

 .           .           .

Y/n had seen the procession with the new King from his father’s funeral at the cathedral. He was a handsome man with a strange emotion set on his face. She couldn’t tell what it was, but sadness, it was not. She’d heard all the talk about him from when he was a Prince. An ass of a man with an ego the size of Rome. And now, worries of the new King’s reckless attitude being trouble for Thornekeep.

No one could know exactly what to make of it. He’d not yet really had a chance to do much of anything. As Prince, he served in the Royal Army. It was said that he led a very strict outfit during times of conflict and was good at negotiation. That he loved confrontation and could coordinate a group of soldiers to be the best and most feared on the lines. But what did that mean for the citizens of his kingdom? The monarchy relied on his strength and wits to lead. While it was a promising thing that he was good at combat and negotiation, what about the finer details of being a sovereign leader? How would the people fare?

 “Right prat our new king. Doesn’t give a shite about us lot. You wait and see. S’gonna fuck the poor til we’re caged up like hogs. I don’t trust ‘im.” Lane was three quarts of beer in and Y/n watched as he guzzled from his tin.

The pair were sitting outside in the cold near the corner of the factory where the middle-income earners worked. Hoping for any scraps they might be willing to part with.

Y/n was a beggar. She would hold out her fabric basket or her satchel and try to look as haggard and tired as she could. But most just sniffed at her and walked past. She was young and while not the picture of health with her greasy hair and bones protruding, she was not fully unhealthy either. Most who gave to the poor were poor themselves. So she tried to look worse off to get anything she could.

A loaf of bread, a small salt fish, and whatever fibrous mash of grains and beans could be spared was allotted to each household weekly. And for Y/n, that was not enough food for her parents, her grandmother, and her three little sisters. She often went without eating and was the only one who could handle the chilled air for hours at a time to beg anyone who would spare a morsel.

Thornekeep was a rich, thriving kingdom but as was the norm for every city, town, and kingdom across the land, poor people did exist. Y/n had heard tales of other kingdoms that never allotted any food to households. And how some didn’t even have a roof over their heads at all. She was told she should be thankful that she wasn’t sleeping on the streets with the rats and their excrement as was common elsewhere.

But she wasn’t thankful. Her lot in life was hell. No one deserved to be treated as she was even if she was given a monthly stipend.

The debutante was held a week after King Harry’s crowning. Of course, Y/n would not attend. She was not of that world nor even close to being in a league where one would want her hand in marriage. What a laugh! Y/n imagined herself being presented among all the young beauties in their fine dresses with jewels and pinned and curled hair. What man would look at her and think he’d offer a proposal?

The young ladies and their mothers were all dressed to the nines. Shoulders held back, hair pinned high, fake smiles plastered on their faces… They were there to show the kingdom they were eligible for marriage and to compete for the king’s eye.

King Harry would be in attendance to select a bride for himself. He seemed to reject the normal route of having a queen selected for him. There were many who were raised up for that very thing and so his choice should have been easy. But he was stubborn. No one was surprised. Every woman presented to him, of those that his court felt would be a good match, he hardly even looked at before rudely sending away. 

Gossip traveled through Thornekeep as the ball was held to show off the citizens’ most beautiful and affluent daughters around. If he didn’t want the perfectly crafted, and trained young women fit to be his wife and queen, then perhaps he’d find one at the ball.

As always, Y/n sat perched near the castle gates holding out a small fabric basket for anyone to give anything and, as always, the scraps she did get were barely fit for filthy stray street dogs. Most of the people on that day were tucked away and out of sight in their covered carriages, horses trotting past, kicking up mud. She was used to being disappointed. Used to being ignored. Used to going hungry at the end of the day.

 "Dungworms, all 'em. Don't care if they dress in linen and fur. They're nothing but beetle-headed rot. Hate all 'em," Lane moaned as a coach passed them by. He threw a vulgar gesture toward them, but only after they were out of sight. It wasn't worth it to get in trouble over.

"S'true. Can't wait for the Spring. At least then we'll have the sun warming us while all the ratbags pretend they're better than us."

They laughed as they looked into the gates that were opening for the carriage. The castle was a majestic landmark. Y/n imagined that inside it was warm with fireplaces in every room and a hot stove in the kitchen that was constantly cooking food for the king and all his staff.

Maybe one day she'd be lucky enough to sneak inside without being caught. She could hide in one of the many rooms and pilfer food little by little and warm her bum at night by one of the fires.

She sighed at the silly dream, as her stomach growled and the gates clanked shut.

 . .

The young women were all pretty enough. Harry was sure any one of them would be a fit. It wasn’t like he needed to do more than fuck the new queen until she was pregnant anyway but still… He found the freshly washed, smooth-skinned, rose and powder-scented young ladies of Thornekeep to all be a bore. And what good was making such a boring selection? Harry wanted people to watch. He wanted to see as all the advisor’s jaws fell to the floor. He wanted to make a scene. None of these fancy-frocked girls would do. He needed something more exciting that would really ruffle everyone’s feathers.

Stepping away from the pomp and circumstance of the ball he stood out on his balcony and watched out over the front of the castle yard with people milling about and stringed music floating up toward him. The gates were open with guards at the stand as new arrivals made their way in but he noticed a small group of peons sitting not far from the wall with their baskets and tins held out hoping for a scrap.

And he had a sudden idea. Using his small telescope he fitted it against his eye and lengthened the eyepiece to get a better look. Among the group of menials was a young woman. She was thin (too thin) and she had a scowl about her face but the thing that really stuck out to him was that she was… pretty. Not pretty in the way that many would notice but with a month or two of larded foods and sugared pastries, she’d be just as pretty as any of the girls in the ballroom. 

Even better, she was of peasant stock and the kingdom would lose their mind over such a pairing. It was perfect. He could simultaneously cause a stir among the lowly proletariats, the middle-class bourgeoisie, and the affluent magnates at the same time. No one would expect it. And no one could stop it.

Harry descended the stairs as everyone in the room had eyes on him. The King easily dodged anyone looking for attention or conversation and pushed through to the front as he exited the castle. His guards followed close behind with Fred, one of his men in waiting, scrambling to catch up with Harry’s long-legged strides. 

“King Styles! Where are you going?”

“Off to meet a young lady who sits opposite the wall. I think I’ve found my Queen.” 

The King’s approach felt like slow motion. Guards surrounded as he sauntered along the path toward the gates and Y/n couldn’t imagine why the King himself would be walking through them and not be driven in a carriage. Mud was kicked up on his fine dressings and shoes but he seemed unbothered by the mess.

“You.” He pointed, his finger (adorned with a heavy gold ring) appearing to be directed right at her. “What’s your name?”

Looking to her left and right she furrowed her brow as she looked back to the young king.

“Can you hear or not? You, the one with the fabric basket, what’s your name?”

Putting her hand over her chest she responded. “Me? Your Highness, forgive m–“

“Said– what’s your name, girl?” He spoke in a clipped, annoyed tone.

He stopped in front of her feet, standing tall over where she sat upon the dirt and brick. “My name is Y/n. Your majesty.” She bowed her head.

“None of that. Up. Stand up.”

She felt his hand groping underneath her armpit as she was pulled upward, clutching onto the empty basket.

"How old are you?"

Y/n looked behind herself toward Lane and then back at the king. "I'm 20, your majesty."

His odd inspection had her feeling a bit miffed. She would have told him to watch his hands and to be gentler but this was the king. She couldn’t have imagined what interest he had in her but when he turned her around and held her out in his arms to view her backside he spoke. “We can work with this. Bit skinny but soon enough she’ll be well fed.”

“Your Highness… sir, the young women in the ballroom are far more… Why you can’t possibly–“ his attendant spoke.

“I can do as I please and I say this is the one, Fred.” The King spoke before he twisted Y/n back around and examined her rag of a dress before speaking. “Bring the coach around. I need to have her come in quietly at the back where the servants enter and then brought up to the Rose Room forthwith. We’ll need a few ladies-in-waiting as well. Do that for me without running your mouth to anyone and I’ll give you the night off.”

She watched with wide eyes, confused as the man called Fred scurried off back to the castle and then turned to look up at the king. “Your Majesty, I don’t understand. What is your business with me? Have I done something wrong?”

“On the contrary. Your luck is about to change. With a little sprucing you’ll be quite darling I think. You’ll live with me in the castle henceforth.”

Her lips parted as she dropped her empty basket and looked down at Lane who was also in shock with his mouth agape at the whole encounter before looking back to the King. “I don’t understand. Why will I live with you? Am I being sequestered or summoned for a servant’s job?”

“Oh no. Nothing like that. In one month’s time you’ll be crowned Queen. You and I will produce an heir to the throne once our nuptials bind us for good. You’ll be given your own room with your own attendants and we’ll fatten you up in no time to prepare you for carrying my offspring.” 

She gasped and felt everything around her spin and spin and spin until all was dark and her mind stopped reaching for answers.

Harry caught her in his arms before she fell to the ground. He wasn’t surprised she fainted, given how malnourished she appeared. A guard and two of his aids helped bring her inside once the carriage arrived and up to the room that would be hers. A down mattress, silk and velvet bedsheets and blankets, a fireplace lit with a pot of warm water on the hearth, and a tray with a bounty of food were all waiting for her.

And if she was shocked by the King’s announcement about her being the Queen then waking up in such a lavish room that smelled of flowers and the smoke of a warm fireplace surely had her confused.

When she sat up, she felt the weight of a goose-down blanket draped over her body heavily. Blinking her eyes she saw a flickering fire and the ornate details of the room she was in.

“Madam…” A woman was suddenly stood at her side with a towel draped over her arm. “The King has requested that you bathe and eat before we bring you to him. Which would you like first?”

She shook her head, unsure of what was going on exactly. “I… is this for me?” She gestured toward the tray of food. Colorful fruits and a loaf of hearty bread caught her eye. She could go for a meal.

“It is. Would you like anything more?”

She quickly slid her legs from under the blanket and stepped toward the tray. The bright red apple beckoned her so she picked it up and took a large bite of the skin and flesh before tearing off some of the bread and stuffing that in her mouth as well.

There were blackberries, pears, bilberries, plums, a bowl of boiled potatoes, and cream. A pitcher of red wine beckoned with a pretty crystal goblet to drink out of. There was a whole smoked and salted fish, a gob of butter, and her favorite, a plum tart.

She’d nearly eaten the whole tray when she realized the woman had filled a tub with warm water and perfumed oil. She sat down the emptied glass feeling buzzed from the wine and stuffed so full that her ribs ached.

The room she was in was easily twice the size of the slum housing her family was given. The room was opulent and lit with fuel sconces and lanterns. A fireplace kept the space warm and the furnishings were a feast for the eyes. She imagined that the porcelain bowl near the tub would pay for a month of food for her family.

"Your bath is ready, madam. If you'd like I can leave you alone while you bathe or I can assist."

Y/n stepped in closer to the bathtub. It was one of those built-in tubs that you stepped down into, not the metal ones you had to climb up in. Her family didn't even have their own tub. It was shared with the men from the workhouse across the way and set at the back of the buildings outside.

But here, the tub was inside in a warm room and there was even a ledge to sit. Privacy. She'd love a little privacy.

"I'll be fine on my own. Thank you."

The woman nodded and left the room after folding a cloth and placing it near the tub. Y/n began to take her clothes off, the dirty rags left in a stinky pile on the wool rug before she dipped a toe into the bath. The water was hot. She could see the steam rising from it as she slowly slunk down inside and settled her bottom into the seat ledge. She sighed and closed her eyes, letting the water surround her body and soak away the dirt and grime between all her bits and crevices.

And the scent wafting from the water was glorious. Like a flower with honey and tea caressing her skin. She used the small cloth to wipe herself down and then dunked her head to clean her face. The last time she had a proper bath was over a month prior. Her usual cleanup method consisted of a wetted rag wiped over her privy area and underarms.

But to have a hot bath scented with herbs and flowers by a warm fire in a room decorated with the finest fittings was a dream. A real-life fantasy come true. She couldn't wait to tell Lane about the whole thing. It almost all had her so distracted she'd forgotten the reason why she was there in the first place.

She let her limbs float outward as she closed her eyes and basked in the delicious silence. Everything in her life was chaos and noise and panic. But in that moment, none of that existed. Not until the door of her room was being opened and the young woman who'd filled the tub had returned with heavy material and silky fabrics draped over her arms.

She laid the clothes out on the bed in a row as Y/n watched from her spot in the tub.

"I've an outfit here the King has selected for you. I'll help you put it on once you're ready."

Y/n stretched her neck and peered toward the bed. "The King. Will I be seeing him once I'm dressed?"

"Yes, madam. He would like to see you when you're ready."

The reality of it all was heavy when she was helped from the tub and felt the prick of chills run over her skin. As warm as the fireplace made the room, it was still winter outside and she shivered as she dried her skin.

The young woman helped dress her. Y/n'd never worn such frocks before. It was a complicated task, getting dressed in fine clothing. She lost track of all the layers as she was fitted and the material tied around her and her body tossled. But even she could admit, once all the fabric was put into place and the woman began to fuss with her hair she looked quite captivating.

For a beggar.

She was led through a carpeted hall that seemed to stretch the length of the whole of Thornekeep until they were stopped at a wide doorway that opened up to a pair of mammoth wooden double doors. The young woman glanced back at Y/n before she rapped her knuckles over the heavy door firmly.

The door didn't open right away. Moments went by as Y/n shifted on her feet and the young woman nervously smiled at Y/n.

"I'm Phoebe. Think I forgot to introduce myself," she spoke quietly as she trailed her sight over Y/n's dress. "Hopefully the King is kind to you. He's been… difficult—"

The door was pushed open and a beautiful woman with olive skin stepped past them. "He's all yours," she spoke in a sultry voice that Y/n could only hope to one day mimic.

Phoebe gestured for Y/n to pass through and Y/n stepped into the King's chambers. If she thought her room was spectacular, his was a sickening show of lush wealth and haughty, needless adornments.

She was startled when the king spoke from his lounge. "Come. Sit."

Y/n and Phoebe walked deeper into his room and stepped down into a sunken seating area. Harry sat up straight and motioned toward Phoebe. "Not you. Leave us."

When it was just Y/n and Harry and she'd delicately sat her bottom at the furthest spot from the king she could find, Harry got up and placed himself next to her. "Are you scared of me?" He asked with a bright tone, as if it amused him.

"Your majesty, I don't know how to act. I've never seen such indulgent things in all my life as today."

He nodded and looked her over. "What are you wearing?" He lifted at her skirt and she batted his hand away on instinct.

"Phoebe said you picked it for me."

"Who is Phoebe?"

Y/n blinked and looked toward his chamber doors and back at the king in confusion. "The lady who helped dress me and… She was just here with me. The one you sent away."

"How sweet that you learned her name already. And I didn't pick this for you." He plucked at the fabric. "I asked that you come here in nothing but a robe so I could inspect you."

She scooted away from him, her heart racing at the idea of showing herself to him without clothes. Harry laughed and leaned himself back into the large cushioned seat and draped a leg over his knee as he watched her curiously. "You are scared. Good. You should be. Take off your clothes."

Shaking her head she squished herself as far from him as she could but he simply reached his leg out and hooked his foot under her ankle to pull at her. "Don't do that. Said remove your clothes, girl."

"Yo– your majesty… I don't even know how these were put on. I don't know how. I… I've never…" Her heart was racing and she felt her fingers tremble as he sat and grinned at her like this was a game to him.

"What? You can't remove your coverings because you don't know how? I can deal with a timid vazey, but not a liar. Off with your things."

"No! You're rude! I will not!"

The king scoffed, surprised at her disrespect, as he pushed himself up to stand and stood over his bride-to-be. "I am rude, you'll learn well. But I have needs and you're here to keep them. Look at me when I speak to you."

Hesitantly, Y/n lifted her face upward to look into the eyes of the man who she could hardly believe would be her husband. That part—that didn't feel real. Not at all. It couldn't be.

"Have you ever been touched by a man before?"

She thought she might pass out as her skin heated under the scrutiny of his gaze. "No. Of course, not. I'm unwed."

He laughed. "Plenty of unwed ladies get their fannies fucked and fingered, my poor feather-brained girl. You're a virgin?"

She nodded, keeping silent, though not happy about the insult to her intelligence. Perhaps she wasn't as smart as someone with a royal education but she knew how to read and could do basic math, which was more than almost everyone in her social stratus.

"I see." Harry sighed and reached down to grip her jaw and look her over like she was an animal. "Surprised no one has warmed their member with your quim yet. Rather sickly but you are pretty. Have you ever seen one?"

She gulped loudly. "Seen… seen one? What?"

He clicked his tongue and smirked. "A cock, my dear. Have you seen a cock?"

Y/n, though a virgin, wouldn't call herself a prude. She was used to crash speak and rude men but the king was a shock to her. She never imagined someone with his pedigree could be so filthy. "Yes."

He let go of her jaw, keeping his eyes set on hers as he lifted his brows. "Oh, you have. And did you play with it?"

"No!" Y/n looked down at her lap and inhaled a breath. She couldn't believe the conversation she was having with the king.

She felt his long fingers at her jaw again, forcing her to lift her gaze back up at him. "Don't look away from me when we're talking."

She knocked her head up and down and he dropped his hand away from her.

"Would you like to see mine?"

Her eyes widened and she shot her gaze down toward his crotch and then back up to his face. "No."

He smiled and let out a hearty laugh as he began to unbutton his forest green silk tricot coat. He eyed her, waiting to hear her protest again but when she simply watched him he continued to undo his outer layers until he had access to his breeches and tucked his fingers into the buttons at his front flap. Raising a brow he paused to give her a chance to tell him to stop.

But she only watched, flicking her gaze from his hands up to his face. She wouldn't admit it but she was curious. Scared a little of his demeanor and that he was the sovereign and could do as he pleased with her if he wanted, she still wondered what it might look like.

His pink lips curved upward slowly as he unhooked one button and let the fabric drape dangerously low. "I'm not going to make you suck it or anything. But if you want, I won't deny you your pleasure."

Y/n bristled and blinked her eyes away from him to the edge of the room before looking back up at him. "You're rude."

He smiled sweetly, a handsome dimple dipping into his cheek like he wasn't just about to whip out his big fiddle and show her. "You said that, yes… Keep going? Or stop? Up to you. I've got plenty of others I can show it to. They're all waiting, just hoping you disappoint me. They'd love to be in your shoes right now. Vying to be the next Queen of Thornekeep. If you don't want to be here you may leave and go back to the street. What will it be?"

She inhaled slowly and fought the stinging embarrassment that needled at her insides. She wasn't keen on seeing the king's privy member but his handsome face was alluring and if she said no, would she not be kept as Queen? Did she even want to be Queen of Thornekeep? She could say no and he'd send her back out into the cold with her old brown rags and her fabric begging basket. She'd have quite the tale to tell but that would be it. Everything would go back to how it always was. She'd continue sitting in the street and asking for kindness from strangers who wouldn't even offer her a glance, as the excruciating pain of hunger slowly ate her alive.

"Continue," Y/n spoke as confidently as she was able to. She didn't want that life anymore. Though she had no idea what she was getting herself into with the king, she figured it was better than life as a beggar. Cold, dirty, starved, angry, riddled with pain in her bones like she was an elderly woman… Being fed, bathed in perfumed oils, and dressed in fine silk and wool skirts, inside a warm castle, with a bedroom all her own wasn't just tempting, she wanted it. Even her bed and its heavy down blanket were to die for. Worth the humiliation.

Plus, if she told herself the biggest truth of it all, he was dashing. More than just dashing. He was the most fine-looking man she might have ever laid eyes upon. But she wasn't ready to admit the way his green eyes had her pulse fluttering like a small bird.

Harry reached down to run a finger over her jaw gently while he unplucked the second button from the front flap. "Keep your eyes on mine for a moment."

She tried to wet the dry desert of her throat as she steadied her eyes on him, which turned out to be quite the task when she could see at the limn of her vision his hand working something fleshy just in front of her. His cock was out, she knew that much, but she wanted so badly to take a quick glimpse.

"Mmm… Your eyes are pretty," he spoke, still moving his hand about. "How many cocks have you seen?"

Blinking her eyes softly she puffed out a shaky lungful of air. "I don't know. The men at the workhouse who use our tub just walk around nude."

"And they never touched you?" His finger felt sweet on her face and for a moment she thought he was a man she could find herself trusting, loving even. Perhaps she was too naive.

She shook her head. "I wouldn't let them."

"They tried?"

"A few."

He clenched his jaw and stretched his neck as he lifted his sight away from hers. She resisted the urge to peek at his crotch even though she could have gotten away with it right then as he wasn't looking at her.

When he returned his gaze down at her he stepped in closer, pushing her legs apart to stand between her feet. He glanced down at himself and moved his hand from her jaw. "Look at your king's cock."

Y/n swallowed hard and blinked as she shifted her stare downward until she saw the big thing in her face, swollen and thick. And long. His big palm was wrapped around the space of him that grew out from a thatch of dark hair.

Now, she'd seen cocks before. Soft ones, hard ones, weird and infected ones… The workmen didn't care who saw when it came to bathtime and some of them even tried to get her to participate if she were anywhere near them. But Harry's was… well, it looked fit for a king she supposed. Maybe all royals had clean, pretty pricks.

"Touch it."

She glanced up at him, struggling to even breathe. Not only was the corset pulled too tight around her ribs, but the king's vulgar words and his cock in her face were making her feel quite fettered and discombobulated. Her chest heaved so hard she was worried she was about to burst the stay lace that held the corset together.

She reached her fingers upward and focused on the very tip of him where there was a small slit that carved outward like it was draped in a blanket made of smooth flesh. The rest of him was a little more crude with veins that ran along the rigid flesh. When she touched the top of it with her fingertip she gasped and pulled her hand away. It was like a warm small naked creature that'd been warmed by the fire for a bit too long.

"He's not going to bite. He might spit at you, though." He laughed. "Touch it. No need to be virtuous with me. You'll have to get used to handling it anyway."

"It's the first I've touched. I… Where should I place my hand?" She was genuinely worried she'd do it wrong, and he was the king so she was cautious.

King Styles reached down to grab at her hand and he spat a big glob of slick from his mouth that pooled into her palm. She winced as he placed her hand on the long shaft of himself, pressing her fingers around his girth and guiding her upward to his smooth tip.

"What do you think? Not bad, right?"

When he let go of her hand she slowly continued smoothing his spit over his flesh and peered closely at the organ. It was a curious thing to touch a penis. She was surprised by how warm it was and the mechanics of how all that worked were still somewhat of a mystery to her. She understood that men used their pricks to stick babies into women and that it hurt and it was disgusting.

"It feels funny. S'really warm."

"Is it?" He smirked down at her as she examined him, her hand still sliding in very stunted strokes up and down. He quite enjoyed the way she looked at it in awe. Of course, the way she was handling him did him no good. That wasn't going to do anything for him but she'd learn soon enough what he liked. Whether she liked it or not.

"How does it feel for you?" Y/n knew enough to know that for men, it felt good and that while what she was doing wasn't sex, it should be favorable for him.

"You'll need teaching but your little hand will never feel quite as nice as your mouth or the warm treasure you're hiding between your legs."

She stopped and frowned at him. "I haven't ever—"

"Yes, we know. You haven't touched a man before. But we'll change all of that, won't we? Keep going with your hand and spit on it."

Sliding her palm over his tacky skin she spat over the spot just above her fist and smeared her saliva upward. "What will I tell my mum and dad? I should tell them where I am and—"

"Oh, girl." He patted her cheek condescendingly. "Let's not talk about mum and dad while you're working my knob. Tomorrow we'll fetch them."

She swallowed and tried to focus but everything was so overwhelming.

"Are we going to have intercourse?" She looked up at him with big pretty eyes.

"Of course we are. How else do you expect to find yourself with child?"

"I don't know… I'm scared to do it. I don't like the idea of it."

Harry pushed her hand away and tucked himself back into his front flap as he sighed. "You're no good at this. And if you don't want to learn how to be good for me then there's no need for you."

He turned to walk away, leaving Y/n sitting on his plush sofa she sat up straight, confused. "Should I… What shall I do?"

Harry pulled his jacket into place and rebuttoned it as he looked at her with an indifferent expression. "Go to your room or stay here. I don't care particularly either way. I was disappointed by you so I'm going to have to call in someone who can please me properly. Someone who can do the things you can't. If you want to stay and watch and learn then so be it."

Y/n stood up quickly and clasped her hands together in front of her hips. "Your majesty, please—"

"My King. You'll address me either as My King or My Lord. Yes?"

She nodded quickly, stepping closer to him. "Yes, my King. I only need a little more time to learn. I promise tomorrow I'll be better for you. I'll do whatever you need. Please don't replace me."

Harry lifted a brow, his still unreadable expression was worrying to Y/n but the way he scraped his eyes down her frame made every inch of her body burn. He wouldn't tell her but he was pleased with her already despite what he'd told her. She was desperate and quite pretty and that was all he required. She played into his rude affront exactly as he hoped and it had her worried he wasn't going to keep her. He had no plans to touch anyone else now that he had his mind made up. She'd do just fine once she learned to be more obedient and malleable.

"We shall see." He flicked a hand in the air and then gestured toward his door. "Off you go. You'll try again to be better tomorrow. You'll have one more chance to prove yourself to me."

She felt defeated. Walking slowly past him she turned to look back once more and watched him step out onto his balcony, the lace curtains blowing in the wind as he moved out of view. Pushing at the heavy wooden door she bit down on her lip to keep herself from crying. She didn't know if she was more upset with herself for not being bolder, or if she was angry at how the king had just treated her so poorly and insulted her. The situation was discouraging but she was determined. She'd dealt with worse, hadn't she?

Phoebe met her outside the doors and walked her back toward her room. Y/n wasn't sure how she was going to work up the courage to be enough for the king. She didn't want him to find another to take her place so she needed to do something. But what?

"Would you like anything, madam?" Phoebe asked.

"Are there books here in the castle? A library?" Perhaps she could read about pleasing a man if such a thing existed.

"Yes. A grand library. I can't read myself. Are you able to?"

Y/n nodded. "I can read, yes. I'd like to see it. Would you show me there?"

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"SHE SO WEIRD BUT IN A CUTE WAY"

(Haven't wrote enough about conner and neglected wb!reader in a while so back on my grind)

WB reader is genuinely horrible at the whole relationship thing; like she's bad at it, real bad at it. The only relationships she's probably ever had will be the ones from dating sims or when she's talking to an AI boyfriend. Other than that, my girl has no game or just doesn't know it. You literally have a crush on a guy in your school, and you're dead oblivious. "Oh, me and him were just good friends." Well, the guy is begging you to notice him, or you're either boy repellent. Either way, WB has zero connection with boys at all, and with the neglect of the Bat family, the idea of anyone showing romantic interest in you is like the most insane thing to ever cross your mind. You didn't even know if Conner liked you when the boy literally kissed you in front of millions of people on national TV, and you still have the audacity to come back to school and say, "Oh, we're just friends?" You are so close to getting choked out by Dezzi, but it's not your fault; this just never happened to you before.

Taking your sweater, holding your hand, and flying you around like he's your personal chauffeur. When he hugs you, he grabs you by the waist, leaves his hand there, and never lets go. You see his eyes turn red every time you mention someone of the opposite gender. Oh, and you pay more attention to your Ace figurine than him. It's just simple boy stuff. Too deep? It is deep, deeper than you think. But that's what a lack of dating experience does to a girl. She doesn't know her right from her left, up from down, or right from wrong. So when he confesses his feelings, you're over the moon; you're also plummeting to Earth at maximum speed because he likes you—like, *likes* you—not in a friendly way, but he wants to be with you. Nonchalant, but the second you get into your room, you're having the biggest freakout known to man. I mean, Superboy likes you! He's not just any boy; he's Super, and he has a thing for you. This might be a gift from the heavens or a curse from below. Maybe all those fan fictions you wrote about him really did pay off, because right now you're winning, but also losing. Did I forget to remind you that you have zero dating experience? All right, it's going to take all your time playing romance games on itch.io to save you from this—all your time chatting with AI boyfriends to prepare you for a dry conversation because he's so super and you're so you. He really needs to get his eyes checked. What is wrong with that boy? Or maybe you need to get your life checked out. It's not crazy if someone shows romantic interest in you, is it?

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We would watch the sun coming up easy

Luke Hughes x fem!reader - headcanons

I figured headcanons was less of a commitment than a full bit of writing and my Paolo nutini kick came back in full force for the title!! It was almost from better man or no other way but I can’t listen to the latter song without singing far too much for almost one in the morning! These follow no order and are just kind of what I thought of when I was writing them

No warnings I think - a couple of these are very very self-indulgent but they will apply to other people I hope!! Not proofread so any spelling mistakes please tell me

Enjoy!

bf!luke that will sprawl out over the bed no matter if you are in it or not, he will just collapse after a game, practise or even just being out in general

bf!luke who likes to be around you if you’re stood infront of him, he loves hugging you from behind with arms around your upper body and his chin on your head

bf!luke that keeps one of your jumpers with him when he goes on roadies

bf!luke that isn’t just sassy to you, he’s sassy to your friends as well

bf!luke who jokingly whines and complains to you when they tease him right back

bf!luke who has a note in his phone of your favourite orders from the regular restaurants or cafes you go to together

bf!luke who loves to watch you do your hobbies, whether it’s a sport or reading or even something that’s typically boring to other people he just loves watching you in your element

bf!luke with a hyper mobile girlfriend who lives in KT tape which helps if he’s pulled a muscle or something similar

bf!luke and his inability to shut up about you when he’s drunk or even slightly tipsy

“No, look at her isn’t she pretty?”

“Yeah, she’s pretty, Luke, let’s get you home to her, huh?”

bf!luke and not getting out of bed during the weekends in summer, just staying curled up under the duvet with you with the sun coming in through the window and sure you can hear everyone else moving around but it’s your own spot for the next however many hours you guys choose.

bf!luke who fucks up sometimes but when you bring it up, he looks so guilty at what he did and how it affected you that you can’t stay as mad as you wanted too once he apologised

bf!luke and his brothers who treat you like a sister and call you to check in or to ask for advice even if you’re two and four years younger than them

bf!luke and his promise at the first almost-argument at how he was pulling away that he would take you out for at least one ‘proper’ date a month where you would both get dressed up for a new restaurant

bf!luke who sometimes regrets making that reservation the minute he sees you all dressed up and ready to go

bf!luke who kisses you so passionately yet gently you forget how you ever lived without him

bf!luke who’s hands are shaking and palms are sweating enough to keep the flowers gripped tightly in his hands alive when he meets your family

bf!luke who calms down the minute they treat him like they’ve known him for years, getting sent home with threats of stealing him and leftovers

bf!luke who grumbles at your pets taking up space on the bed if they sleep there but secretly loves having them curl up near him

bf!luke who will never say it out loud in the daylight but loves having you hold him to your chest at night

bf!luke with basically permanent scratches down his back from him insisting you scratch his back to fall asleep or from you physically having to claw him so you weren’t too loud

bf!luke who wears them like badges of honour and only smiles and huffs a laugh when he gets chirped for it

bf!luke who has at least ten YouTube compilations of him being whipped for you

bf!luke who 100% ruined your soft launch because he just wanted to show you off

bf!luke who is so incredibly gone and down bad for his girl but it’s fine because you are too

[funnyjb]

Our boy

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(2022)

“Welcome back, joe. Good to see you.”- Colin

“Thank you. Good to back here.”- Joe

“So, you just had a great win over the Jets. How are you feeling? How’s the team?”- Colin

“I’m feeling great. Definitely getting a good nights rest after that win.”- joe laughs

“But, the ping pong games are better in the locker room, film study is you know, what it is, but everyone is happy and we are ready to take on the next game.”- Joe

Colin laughs

“Love it. And when I watch the bengals, joe. I look at you guys a little like the rams. You’re what I would call your more of a let it rip and you guys have an aggressive culture. I like you guys aggressive. Does that make sense?”- Colin

“Yeah. Week 1 I was aggressive. Playing it safe and then end up losing. But found a balance. I took some chances but tried to throw a ball to the guys that needed it.”- Joe

“Yes. Exactly. I want to go back to what you said at the start of the interview. You said you’ve been having a god nights rest. I just want to say congratulations, because you just welcomed your first baby.”- Colin

Joe smiles

“Yes, he was born about a month ago.”- Joe

“Wow! I just wanted to say I’m happy you’re getting a good nights rest.”- Colin

“Yeah. Been a little tuff. But once I get home from a long game and I see my wife and my son, I know I will definitely have a good nights rest.”- Joe

“And how’s your wife? I mean I bet it’s a lot with football season.”- Colin

“Yeah. She’s honestly the strongest person I know. She can be up all night and still make it to a game. Or she’ll stay up way too late just to make sure I got home ok. Shes my everything. I wouldn’t be where I am today without her.”- Joe

“I really do love you guys. How long have you guys been together for now?”- Colin

“7 years since August.”- Joe

Oh, so since college? Wow. She’s really been with you from the start. My daughter was actually talking about your wife the other day. She was telling me y/n, is the only WAG she loves. Just the way you can tell she is sweet and how you can tell she really cares about you. Obviously being because she is your wife. Was there a point in your relationship before you got married where, joe, you were like “man, I’m going to marry this girl”.?”- Colin

Joe laughs

“Yeah. She’s probably one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met and known. I probably knew when we went out on our first date back at Ohio state. She’s a great listener and is even better at communicating. She always knows what to say and she has always gotten a laugh out of me even when I come home pissed from a loss or just a bad day at work. I knew when I was talking about football and I felt like I needed more. She knew what to say in that moment. She made feel like I was somebody. That’s when I knew I wanted to marry her.”- joe smiled

“Wow, just incredible. I’m smiling like a little girl right now. And now you guys have a little baby boy.”- Colin

Joe and Colin talked more. As the conversations kept flowing, joe kept thinking about you. You have been with him from the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. He just kept thinking how grateful he was to have you by his side.

[nexomy]

Okayyyyy, here goes. Let's go through this, shall we?

John doesn't care the slightest bit about Mary. Like I- He cares, sure, but out of guilt more than anything. John has a pattern in his relationships where he can never be fully honest, fully sincere, and he pretends to care about the women around him much more than he actually does. That man is running on autopilot with most people. He's not doing that with Sherlock.

You want to know why John forgave Mary so easily? Because past "she wasn't supposed to be like that", he didn't like. Care. Much. I mean, come ON. He didn't even know her enough to tell she didn't like his bloody mustache. And that didn't disturb him, even a little? In the bomb scene, he almost seems a bit relieved to get to die with Sherlock, he doesn't even try to run for it for his wife. And before you say that it was impossible or something, even when something is impossible, John still tries it, most of the time. Why not there?

Mary didn't betray John's trust issues, because he never fully let his guard down. That's why his anger issues never/rarely flared up with her.

Then, as to why John never takes the time to ask about the two years, or doesn't seem to notice how broken Sherlock is... John and Sherlock never talk about things. Not in S1, not in S2. They rarely address emotionally charged topics without one or the other lashing out or lighting up the mood with a joke. So John doesn't take the initiative here to address it, but then again, neither does Sherlock. Sherlock never explains to John why he did what he did, always insists on saving face. John has no reason to think the two years is what broke Sherlock, instead of like, I don't know, the fact that his... Well, whatever John is to him, is gone, or at least, not in his life as much. John suffers from his own choices and his wedding, but he doesn't seem to be willing to recognize that. I think he's projecting on Sherlock.

Which is why I'm saying that without a proper addressing of the Fall, and all its implications, and the motives and context, John CANNOT forgive Sherlock. Not truly. The anger stays. Because, as you said yourself, a huge chunk of his character is that he always sees the worst in Sherlock, as much of not more than he sees the best. Sherlock is a lot less monstrous than John seems to believe, and yet, he still adores that version of him. I think John is a pessimist to shield himself, "if I see the worst in people, then they can never surprise me when they hurt me". But with Sherlock, despite John knowing how bad he can get, he just can't resist the pull. That doesn't mean John forgives Sherlock, so much as he doesn't have a choice, if he wants to continue the friendship. It's the toxic codependency to the highest degree! Deli-li-cious.

The real reason why John is still angry is obvious: The writers liked the drama. That's it. And they wanted to create this character that everyone thought was a monster, that WAS a monster, but not really. That didn't turn out great for them, Sherlock isn't actually a monster many, if any times thourought the show. Meanwhile, Mary is a manipulator and easily violent. But the writers didn't see Mary as a character, more like a plot device, like all the other women on the show. That's why she's forgiven so easily, whilst Sherlock isn't. They don't want to waste too much screen time and emotional depth on her. The show is called "Sherlock", after all!

"Nothing has changed or will ever changed between us" is true, at its core. John is never going to be fully emotionally honest, just like he wasn't from the start, is always going to prioritize Sherlock, and keep him in his life. That was the situation from the start. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that John has a history of losing relationships because he wasn't open enough. With Sherlock, it's different. He doesn't have to be open, because Sherlock doesn't care about him, not really. WE know that's not true, but this lie IS what allows John fo trust Sherlock, and that he won't leave. "As long as I'm useful, he won't leave, no matter if I'm angry at him or not, or if I lash out, or if I can't be emotionally vulnerable. He'll stay, as long as I'm useful. I have to keep being useful."

And then Sherlock leaves. To protect John. Because he CARES.

And that... Well, I think that John blames himself, honestly. "I wasn't useful enough". Maybe at some point, he DOES realize why Sherlock did what he did. But that doesn't fix anything. That wasn't the deal. It wasn't like that between them, Sherlock wasn't supposed to care, and that throws their whole dynamic off-balance, and John doesn't know how to deal with it. It was supposed to be them both against the rest of the world. And Sherlock threw himself at the frontlines, leaving John behind.

Of course, we, the audience, understand why Sherlock did it. But John would have rather died with him, back then. He can't forgive Sherlock, not fully, no matter the reasoning, because Sherlock caring is not a positive. If Sherlock left to protect him once, he might do it again. No matter how useful John is.

John was fine being friends with a sociopath. More than, actually. After the Fall, he has to learn to be friends with a human. And that's harder, scarier.

Of course, this is all just my take, my desperate attempt at making sense of a story that only really existed to make Sherlock suffer for the drama of it. But it's a more interesting reading than "John's just an asshole", to me.

Sherlock, 4.02 The Lying Detective

[revelboo]

Will there be an update to Smokescreen's story? He's so good ♡♡

Sure!

Resolution pt 3

TFP Smokescreen x Reader

• Optics narrowing warily, he turns away to borrow the blanket draped on the little couch on the Medbay counter, listening for the sound of you bolting and he’s relieved when you stay put. Venting softly, he sets the blanket down and slides it your way with a servo. And you just stare at it before slowly reaching to take it like you think he might try to snatch it away. Watching you drape it around yourself, he has no idea what to do with you now. Reaching out his cupped hands like he’s seen the others do to let their humans climb up and be carried, you scoot away from him in answer, still sniffling and silently leaking. Not trusting him with yourself and he gets it. “I really didn’t mean to hurt you,” he says. “But we’re in hiding here, from your people and our enemies.”

• Huddling deeper into the blanket, you know he hadn’t actually hurt you and he could have easily. All he’d done was nearly give you a heart attack. And from nowhere you think of the time a mouse had gotten into your kitchen and your terrified attempts to pin it with a broom with no real plan beyond that, except that you hadn’t wanted to hurt it. Except to him, you’re the mouse. And at least he hadn’t smacked you repeatedly with a giant broom to get you to quit running. “What’s your name?”

• “Smokescreen. Yours?” Smiling as you answer, tiny fingers sticking out of the blanket where you’re clutching it to you. “Sorry about chasing you.” Embarrassed he rubs a palm against the back of his helm, door wings fidgeting. “I kind of panicked a bit.” Mostly because Arcee had just lectured him about not being seen or attracting attention. And she’s never going to let him live this down. Worse? Optimus is going to be disappointed with him and his door wings droop.

• That sense that he’s younger than the red and white one strengthens as you watch his body language. He’s alien, but his gestures, his expressions are shockingly human. It’s almost a little too uncanny. “I thought you were going to pull a Terminator on me, to be honest,” you mutter, relaxing some. “I mean this huge monster comes out of nowhere and charges right at me-” Trailing off when he grimaces, you wait and he rolls his hand.

• “Cybertronian. I’m not a sparkless thing,” he murmurs, smiling weakly to lessen the edge in his voice. Because you don’t know, how could you? “I’m a mech, a bot,” he adds, slightly embarrassed and you apologize, voice soft to make him feel even more awkward because you just look confused. Realizing how bad he is at explaining, he fidgets and again offers his hands. Optimus is better at this sort of thing and sooner or later he’s going to have to deal with that disappointed frown even if his spark constricts just thinking about it. Wants so bad to prove he’s not a fumbling youngling, that he belongs here. Might as well get it over with. Staring at his hands, his door wings droop slightly, but then you slowly stand trailing your blanket and climb into his hands. And you’re so small and warm as you settle in his palms, looking up at him. Trusting him not to drop you or hurt you and for a moment he can’t move. Isn’t sure he deserves to be entrusted with you or your trust as you lay a little hand on his servo to steady yourself.

Previous

Was talking with one of my coworkers about minis and blind boxes earlier this- and after work yesterday, she gifted me some of her kid’s Sylvanian Families kitchen stuff and said she’d look to see if there was more. Apparently her daughter has decided the little animal dolls have ‘freaky dead stares.’ Best guess is it’s 1/18 scale? Smaller than 1/12, but it’s slightly bigger than 1/24, but it’s super cute and detailed, and I can see it being about right for a mass displaced mech in a human space- still slightly too big for the space, everything including their human being small to them, so I’m happy. The chairs that came with the table have teeny, short legs that make them useless for Blokees so I raided my Rolife stuff

[themathmusician]

am i a poppy x ian shipper? not particularly. do i think the choice to write in a kiss between them was bad writing and that the show's completely gone to shit? ........... no.

idk maybe it's just because i'm aspec and don't fully understand the difference between platonic and romantic relationships, but i don't think poppy and ian kissing just like immediately places their relationship in the "romance" category. alloromantics describe romantic love as being "more" than platonic love, and that it causes you to want to hold their hand, cuddle, go on dates, kiss that person, etc., but people in platonic relationships do that too, and likewise not all people in romantic relationships check all those boxes. the distinction essentially comes down to how the people in those relationships choose to define them.

the end of 4x10 is an intense moment between poppy and ian. throughout the show their main conflict has been poppy not thinking ian cares about her, respects her or sees her as an equal creative partner while ian does but doesn't know how to show it; this conflict stems from both of them being emotionally underdeveloped and have virtually no "experience" being in a close relationship with another person (neither have really had serious romantic relationships or any friends outside of work).

this season, culminating in this episode, is the closest they've ever gotten to resolving this. end of S1, ian gives poppy equal standing as creative director at MQ, but that doesn't resolve it. end of S2, ian and poppy quit to make poppy's game, essentially putting poppy "over" ian, but that doesn't resolve it either. end of S3, ian proposes that they stop trying to fix it and just make things work "the old way", but that still doesn't resolve it. the only thing that triggers any sort of meaningful growth in their relationship is the presence of an outside threat, i.e., one of them having a close personal relationship outside of each other (storm).

ian, unsurprisingly, doesn't know how to react in a mature way. he starts by ignoring it, then acting like a petulant child until he finds out she's pregnant and goes into Full Dad Mode and ends with him squeezing her so tight that she slips through his fingers (end of 4x07). and then, presumably upon hearing that david managed to wrangle her back to MQ, ian is faced with a decision: help her be happy (i.e., getting away from MQ to be with someone she loves and allows her to explore her creative interests with a partner who truly inspires her) or let her be unhappy, knowing she won't prioritize her self and her wants (based on her long history of Never Choosing Herself).

either way, he's going to be unhappy if he's not with her, so he does the maneuvers that play out in 4x10. and she's gone, and he'll likely not see her again for a long, long time, and he goes back to care for their child (elysium), alone. it's all he has left of her. and he doesn't tell her because if he does, she might come back.

and she does come back. because despite his best efforts, he doesn't actually know what will make her happy. because she doesn't know what will make her happy. until she's in the air. and she learns that there's a glimmer of hope that she can be with her partner who she loves (Ian) and their baby (MQ and elysium).

and it's complicated. and it's intense. and he's trying and all he's been doing this season is doing the best he can to make her happy, from having boundaries, to baby helping, to buying the machine, to helping her escape to a life that he thinks gives her a chance at happiness. and poppy thinks, when has storm ever made that much effort. when has anyone?

so it's not hopeless with ian. and she can have it all.

and they're both so happy to be back together and in a place where they can maybe finally start to understand each other - where ian can show poppy his love in a way she can believe and understand and they can truly create together - and the hugs aren't enough.

so they kiss. when words fail, this is the best we as humans can do i suppose (idk, i personally hate kissing, so what do i know, but that's what i've read. so.) now, are poppy and ian going to start holding hands and giving each other soft kisses and start fucking and stare into each other's eyes dreamily and do all that classic romantic shit? i doubt it. they're not romantic. but they are romantic in the sense that they know everything about each other and they're comfortable with each other and they want to be in each other's company more than anyone else. but how is that any different from the love we feel for our best friends? how is that different from a qpr? where's the line between platonic and romantic?

does it matter?

[fight-nights-at-freddys]

I dunno if any of y’all have heard about the book Daddy’s Little Toy by Lauren Tesolin-Mastrosa (under the pen name Tori Woods), but if you haven’t, here’s the synopsis and the pics of the cover/back —

“Daddy's Toy is a loose retelling of Cinderella, where Lucy's family are neglectful and cruel. As Lucy grows up she finds herself attracted to her father's best friend. Little does she know that Arthur feels the same way. Together, they explore a daddy and little girl relationship, falling hard and fast for each other. Daddy loves spoiling his little toy and treating her like the princess she is. Happily ever after guaranteed, with extra sparkles and unicorns.”

Basically, this Australian woman released this book, and within days, she pulled it and deleted all her socials because of the harassment she was getting. Why was she being harassed? Because the male character had known the female character since she was three, and groomed her. Keep in mind, these are fictional characters. 

(There is also a rumor that, in her dedication, she wrote something along the lines of “I’ll never be able to see my children the same way”, but I haven’t been able to find any screenshots or really any proof of that.)

Then she was arrested. Again, she lives in Australia, and laws regarding fiction are notoriously strict there, so her book was deemed CSAM, and she was arrested for possessing, producing, and disseminating CSAM. 

She has also been let go from her place of work. Again, all this over fiction. 

I shouldn’t have to say that harassing, doxxing, and threatening to call CPS on someone for writing a book is wrong, we should all know this, but I guess we don’t. It’s wrong. You can say that the content of the book is disgusting, weird, whatever, but the sheer amount of people across all social media platforms I’ve seen not only agree with the arrest, but applaud it is both baffling and frightening.

I do not care if it’s glorifying, romanticizing, or fetishizing anything, because it’s fiction, and no one was hurt. I do not care that it was written as dark romance instead of splatterpunk/extreme horror, because you still have the duty, as a reader, to look at the back of the book or read a synopsis online and decide for yourself if it’s something you’d like to read, or if it’s something that will upset you. I don’t care how disgusting a book is, **arresting someone over any kind of fiction is bad**. It *legally* being CSAM in Australia doesn’t mean that’s a good or just law, and anyway, we shouldn’t be conflating legality with morality. 

I don’t know that I’d go the full nine yards and say it’s censorship, because she decided to pull it (granted, under threats of CPS and the police being called), but now that she’s been arrested, it’s pretty damn close to being censorship. 

We, as a society, NEED to come to the realization that written words or drawn pictures don’t harm anyone, because, like it or not, censorship is not a scalpel, it’s a shotgun. It’s just not pointed at you yet.

I’m also tired of seeing so many people acting like the Americans joining in on the debate are too “freedom-focused” because our laws aren’t so draconian (yet, anyway) that we don’t arrest people over fiction. Australia being too police state-y is not a good thing.

How can you, in good conscience, celebrate a woman being arrested, losing her job, losing her hobby, and potentially having to deal with CPS in the future, all over a book she wrote with original, fictional characters? Why would you ever want to target OTHER creators as well, and have them potentially face the same undeserved and unnecessary backlash, again, over fiction?

What the fuck is wrong with you so-called “normal people” that you care more about the characters and tropes these people write about, than the innocent lives you’re directly ruining, that you’d advocate for censorship, that you’d call for the death of someone?

[arcane-ish]

Again, depends on what a "hot" war is.

I still think Zaun mostly exists because Piltover has no interest in murdering them.

We know Zaun doesn't have the capabilities to exterminate Piltover because if there was Silco would have done it.

And while I don't think that it's as easy as Jayce says that they could just easily defeat Zaun with hextech weapons (Cait has hextech weapons, but she still sucks at locating Jinx), I do think Zaun exists by the fact that Piltover doesn't have anybody ruthless enough in Piltover to just say "well, just kill their air supply while also blocking the bridge and just let them choke and starve till they are ready to give up".

And if we take League lore seriously, Piltover doesn't need any fancy hextech, they would just need somebody evil enough to blow up and dams and that would flood Zaun while doing considerably less damage to Piltover because it is higher up.

But Piltover doesn't do that, because they don't hate Zaun enough. They don't even have enough business interest to keep a hold of it, or else they would never have voted to hypothetically give it freedom.

I think it's too Silco's credit that he was always only thinking of a defensive war/never showed any interest in taking over Piltover.

But similarly Piltover consistently treats Zaun like it's this weird confusing place they don't really know what to do with (hence why they considered voting for its freedom).

Which is different from a "I would like to overrun your capital and install myself there" type of imperialist war or a "your oil is vital to my interests and it has to be secured at all costs" resource securing war or a "I consider you a blight on this earth and my goal is to exterminate you" extermination war or even a "that thing where you live used to belong to me, and I want it back" war.

It sounds instead like it would have been another, just even more violent "police operation/soft invasion" where Vi and Cait want to take out something they consider a threat to Piltover. Closer to a "I shall bomb the Houthi rebel leader and hope that will somehow magically stop the attacks". Though I wonder if they would have ever gone a "I must free you from your evil leaders, huh, what, why aren't you greatful" story.

But again, probably not, because again, these writers are not actually that interested in politics.

That's why I always thought having somebody actually evil and ruthless and smart in charge of Piltover, somebody like Camille, would actually have been an interesting plot, with like Vi and Cait have to work with various Zaunites to stop somebody actually decisively, strategically evil, even Ambessa's evil is pretty half arsed, she doesn't actually care about hurting Zaun or taking over Zaun, she just has her small fry goal of securing her weapons and escapting the Black Rose; and Viktor of course actually wants to help Zaun is his weird way. So we never really had a full on "we should exterminate them like rats/we should crush them" type of villain.

Even Cait's revenge filled dictator turn is still pretty infused with "I don't want to anything too bad".

Which isn't really a bad thing. Hate that deep that you want to exterminate the other is that frequent (though it definitely exists) and it very likely was a lot less on people's mind 10 years ago when those plans were first made.

And crimes and wars out of very muddled and mixed and contradictory and half hearted motivations is stil something plenty of realistic and frequent.

If I compare what the artist said (writers favorite idea of a battle on the bridge) and what Christian's pitch says (take back the undercity with violent force) sorta matches, but not really. Because the image looks more like Piltover is being attacked with superior weapons rather than the pitch idea of Piltover trying to take the undercity.

It's interesting that the things on the Zaun side look pretty spacy purple?

So maybe it turned into a weird space shit thing was kind of always in their heads (and we did get hextech cannons versus Noxians + weird space/mage shit).

It's funny how much the scene looks like a tower defense scene, whith the purple things advancing and being zapped by a lightning tower.

ARCANE | Zaun Vs Piltover Battle Keyframe | Charles Lee

[runningincircl3s]

Blood Sport

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Chapter Six

chapter warnings: none?

i decided to make a sandwich half way through editing this chapter and i forgot where i was at so if there's any spelling mistakes or anything pls ignore!! :) also i want to add that i have no knowledge of fishing!! i only know what i know because of what folio was talking about on craig's podcast lmao

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The next morning, you found yourself getting dragged out of the house early to follow the guys down to a spot not too far from Jolly’s house, for a day of fishing. Jolly picked you and Folio up, and you met the others at his house before walking a “quick” 45 minutes down to the lake. 

However, you couldn’t complain once you got there. The lake itself was beautiful, the sun was warm on your skin and the breeze was light. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all?

As the guys got set up, Folio wouldn’t stop rambling about bait, you couldn’t help but chuckle at how passionate he was about this, it warmed your heart to see him so happy.

But then you had a thought. 

“Do people really use worms as bait?” You raised an eyebrow, turning to Folio, who had already whipped his shirt off, and you couldn't help but wonder when he had gotten his chest tattooed.

“Yep!” He nodded.

“So… It isn’t just a cartoon thing?”

“No! It’s live bait, some people use worms, some use maggots, crickets, even smaller fish.” 

“What the fuck? That’s like cannibalism, right?”

“Not really,” Folio hummed, “I don’t use any of those though.” 

“So what do you use?”

“You’ll see soon!” He smiled, turning back to the lake. 

You didn’t think you’d be fishing today, you’d let the guys do that and your plan was to sit and soak up the sun. Even when Jolly offered you a rod, you turned it down, setting your picnic blanket down on the ground instead and stretching out on it.

Ruffilo joined you, asking before sitting down beside you on the blanket. He offered you a beer, but you politely declined, so Bryan took it instead. 

“It feels weird without Noah.” Nicholas said, and you couldn’t help but wince at his name. You thought a day without him was what you needed, but there was never an escape, was there?

“I was just thinking that,” Jolly agreed, sitting on one of the fold up chairs and nudging your leg with his foot, “I bet you’re not complaining though.” 

You just shook your head. 

“I don’t want to think about him.” 

The guys were suddenly quiet, like they were all thinking the same thing but none of them wanted to ask. Ruffilo sighed, placing a hand on your knee. 

“Don’t take anything he says personally, Noah I mean. He’s been off with us all for a while now. I know that man better than he knows himself, and I know he’s stubborn as hell, but he still cares about you.” 

You slowly looked up, almost hesitant before your eyes met his. 

“I just wish he’d actually talk to me.” You sighed. “One minute I feel like he hates my guts and the next it’s like nothing has ever happened! He's constantly messing with my mind.” 

“That’s Noah for you.” Ruff chuckled. By this point, the others had fallen into their own conversation, leaving the two of you to talk in relative privacy

“Amy said something to me yesterday and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it…” You frowned. 

“What did she say?”

You hesitated for a moment, feeling your mouth dry up as you began to speak. 

“She said that if Noah had the chance, if I gave him even the slightest hint to say I wanted him back, he’d drop everything for me…” You could feel tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you kept your gaze fixed on the lake, “Is it true that he’s not happy with her anymore?”

“Is it not obvious?” Ruff smiled softly, “Before you came back around, those two were pretty much inseparable, he couldn't even go to the studio alone. But now... it’s different. It’s like he’s purposely trying to push her away so that she’ll leave first. But I know she loves him too much to do that.”

You frowned, turning back to look at him. 

“I don’t know if I want to know the answer... but as his best friend, has he spoken to you about me?”

Ruff nodded. 

“He never shuts up about you. Never has since the day you met.”

You felt your world stopped for a moment, your breath catching in your throat as a warmth spread in your chest.

You knew Noah had never fully let go of you, but hearing it said out loud, especially from someone who knew him better than anyone, made it feel real in a way you weren’t sure you were ready to ever think about. 

You swallowed hard, your fingers curling into the fabric of your blanket as you stared at the water.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Ruffilo said softly, watching you with careful eyes. “I know it’s a lot.”

You exhaled a shaky laugh. 

“A lot is an understatement.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The sounds of the others laughing in the distance, the gentle rustling of the trees, and the distant chirping of birds filled the silence between you. You wanted to say something, to admit that a part of you already knew, that every time Noah looked at you, you could feel the weight of things left unspoken between you. But that was the problem, wasn’t it?

He never said anything. Not anything meaningful. 

But neither did you.

“I just don’t get it,” you muttered, shaking your head. “If he really does still care that much, then why is he still with her, why does he refuse to let her go if he isn't happy? Why does he act like I don’t exist half the time, and then the next second, he’s looking at me like-” You stopped yourself before you could finish that thought.

Ruff knew what you were trying to say anyway.

He let out a slow breath, like he’d been asking himself the same questions. 

“Because it’s easier, I guess.”

“What?” You frowned. 

“It’s easier to be with her, can’t you see? It’s easier to pretend he’s over you, to push you away, to hurt you before you can hurt him again. But at the same time, it’s like he can’t help himself, he still gravitates toward you, even when he tries not to. I guess that’s what happens when you really, really mean something to someone.”

That hit you like a punch to the stomach.

"Do you remember the night you met? When we all met you?"

"A little," you nodded, "I couldn't really tell you anything about it though."

Ruffilo nodded.

"I don't remember much either, Jolly does though, he was the only sober one there. All I remember, what everyone remembers, is that from the moment you two laid eyes on each other, something... clicked. It was like you were always meant to be. You didn’t leave each others side once that night, you were practically glued together, like you'd known each other forever. No one could get a word in, and honestly, no one wanted to, we were happy for him. It was like nothing else mattered, just you two. I truly think it was love at first sight, and everyone else could see it. It's why it didn't come as a surprise when the two of you were sneaking about last year."

Your lips parted slightly, but nothing came out.

You barely remembered a thing from that night, but you knew now that you had totally fucked up.

“So what do I do?” You finally asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ruff gave you a small, knowing smile. 

“That’s not my call to make.” He glanced toward the others, where Jolly was currently swearing at his fishing rod and Bryan was filming him. Then he looked back at you. “But whatever you decide… don’t wait too long.”

“What do you mean-”

“Holy shit!” Jolly shouted, and as you looked over you saw him with a huge fish in his hands, “I told you I’d catch one first!”

…

You were pretty quiet for the rest of the trip, and it was slowly starting to get dark now. The lake reflected the soft hues of the evening sky, the water rippling gently in the breeze. You sat near the disposable barbeque, watching as Folio flipped the burgers, the smell of charred meat filling the air.

“Alright, who's hungry?” Folio announced, holding up the plate of burgers and hotdogs like he was presenting some five-star meal.

“It’s a miracle you didn’t burn them.” Nicholas chuckled, inspecting them before reaching into the cooler for a drink.

“How dare you doubt my chef skills! I cook almost every night at home and I’ve never heard y/n complain once!” 

Jolly chuckled as he handed out plates, nudging you lightly with his elbow as he noticed how you were far away, in a world of your own. 

“You okay?”

You forced a small smile. 

“Yeah. Just tired.”

Jolly didn’t push, just gave a small nod before sitting back in his chair.

A comfortable silence settled over the group as everyone dug into their food. The only sounds were the crackling of the grill and the occasional murmured conversation. Then, out of nowhere, Jolly cleared his throat.

“So… I’ve been thinking about proposing to Nicole.”

Folio choked on his drink. 

“Dude- what?”

Jolly laughed at his reaction, shaking his head. 

“You heard me.”

“Finally!” Bryan grinned, “What took you so long?”

“What?” Jolly laughed, “What took me so long?”

“You’ve been with her how long? Like… five years?” Nicholas pointed a fry at him. 

“Six.” Jolly corrected.

“Exactly.” Bryan smirked. “About damn time.”

You watched Jolly, the way his expression softened just at the mention of Nicole’s name. It was rare to see him get sentimental, but right now, it was obvious just how much he loved her.

And love was a sore topic for you right now.

“Do you know how you’re gonna do it?” You asked, genuinely curious.

Jolly shrugged. 

“Not yet. I just know I want to. I’ve been carrying the ring around for a while now, just waiting for the right moment. It’s her birthday next weekend, I’m organising a small party for her with our close friends, so basically just you guys, and I was thinking about doing it then?”

“Wait, you already have the ring?” Folio’s eyes widened. 

“Yeah.” Jolly chuckled. 

“Dude, just ask her already!” Bryan exclaimed. 

Jolly sighed, leaning back in his chair. 

“I just… want it to be perfect, you know? She deserves that.”

You felt a warmth in your chest at his words. It was rare to see this side of Jolly, so open and vulnerable, but it made you happy.

“She’s gonna say yes no matter what,” you reassured him, “She really loves you.” 

Jolly smiled. 

“I hope so.”

“Nah,” Bryan grinned. “You better hope she doesn’t realise she could do better before you ask.”

“Bry!” You scoffed, as Jolly threw a fry at him. 

For a moment, the heaviness in your chest lifted, as the guys burst into laughter.

You realised in that moment how grateful you were for your friends. Even if you didn’t know where you stood with Noah, you always had them. 

However, your moment was quickly ruined as you felt something wet land on your arm. 

Oh shit. Rain?

The first few drops were barely noticeable at first, cool against your skin as they landed. You thought maybe it would pass, just a fleeting drizzle, nothing more. But within minutes, the sky darkened, and the rain picked up,getting heavier, until the sound of droplets hitting the lake and the surrounding trees filled the air.

"Oh, come on!" Folio groaned, shielding his eyes as he looked up at the clouds.

Bryan laughed, shaking out his hair as droplets clung to the ends. 

"Suck it up, princess." He said to Folio, before he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it in your direction. "Here, before you start crying about it. I know how you get when your hair is wet."

You caught it, rolling your eyes. Bry had a hoodie beneath his jacket, and all you had was a tank top.

"Wow, thanks. So chivalrous of you."

"I try.” Bryan smirked, pulling his hood up.

“It should pass soon.” Jolly said, sitting back in his chair. 

But after a few minutes passed, it was only getting heavier. 

“I say we head back to Jolly’s.” Nicholas called, and the guys nodded. 

"What about all the gear?" Folio asked, glancing down towards the lake. 

"You and y/n got it, right?" Bryan grinned, backing away as he joined the others who were already heading to the woods. 

"What?!" You exclaimed, "Hell no, you guys help-"

"Bye!" The guys waved. 

Before you could protest, they were gone, disappearing into the trees, their laughter fading as they left you and Folio standing there, abandoned in the pouring rain.

Folio exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face as water dripped from his chin. 

"I fucking hate them." He shook his head. 

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. 

"There’s no way we’re carrying all this back in the rain."

"Nope. Not happening," Folio agreed, crossing his arms. "What’s the plan, then? We just… live here now?"

You huffed, pulling Bryan’s jacket tighter around yourself as another gust of wind sent a shiver down your spine.

"I guess we just wait it out?"

Folio sighed, glancing around before pointing to a large tree a few feet away. 

"C’mon, at least let’s get under there so we’re not totally drenched."

You agreed, following him and settling underneath the thick branches. It barely made a differnce.

"Alright, screw this," you grumbled, hugging Bryan’s jacket tighter around yourself. "Call someone. I am not staying here any longer."

Folio pulled out his phone, squinting at the screen through the water droplets sliding down it. 

"Who do you suggest? Because I know Jolly’s not coming back for us, Matt’s visiting Alyson’s parents, and Davis- hell no, he’d never let us live it down."

You hesitated, dread settling in your stomach as you swallowed your pride.

"How about Noah."

Folio let out a low whistle. 

"Oh, boy. You sure about that?"

"Nick. I’d rather die than walk all the way back in this rain carrying all this shit."

He huffed a laugh before nodding. 

But instead of pressing call, he handed you the phone. 

"Your idea, you call him."

You shot him a glare but took the phone anyway. Taking a steadying breath, you pressed the call button. The line rang a few times before finally connecting.

"Hello? I told you I’m busy today, what do you want?"

His voice was sharp, impatient. You braced yourself.

"Noah… hi."

A pause. 

"What do you want?"

You exhaled, shifting uncomfortably. 

"Well… Folio and I are kinda stranded at the lake by Jolly’s place. It’s pouring, and the guys are all assholes and ditched us with all the fishing gear... We need a ride."

Silence.

"Yeah, not my problem."

You shot Folio a look, and he snatched the phone out of your hand before you could protest.

"Dude, come on," he said, exasperated. "We’re drenched, and we have all the gear to take back. Just come pick us up real quick."

"You know how far that is? Call someone else."

You rolled your eyes. Typical. Before you could tell Folio to hang up, he smirked slightly.

"Oh, yeah? I get why you’d leave me out here but what about y/n? Noah, she’s completely soaked, shivering… she’s gonna get sick."

The silence on the other end was instant.

Your eyes widened, whipping your head toward him. 

"Are you serious?" You mouthed.

Folio just grinned, raising a finger to his lips to say trust me.

A few more seconds of silence. Then finally, Noah let out an annoyed breath.

"Where are you exactly?"

Folio beamed in victory. 

"I’ll send you the location. Hurry up, alright? We’re freezing."

Noah hung up without another word. Folio immediately turned to you with a smug grin.

"Knew that would work. He can pretend to hate you all he wants but-"

“Folio!” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "I hate you."

"No, you don’t." He smirked.

…

“I was thinking maybe we could redecorate the kitchen?” Amy suggested, “I like the wooden cabinets but I think we should go for a more modern look, why don’t we have a think about it?”

“Hm, yeah, sounds good.” Noah nodded, not fully listening. 

The two of them were out for dinner, Noah had taken Amy out for a day of shopping, and now to eat at her favourite restaurant. He had tried all day to put on the loving boyfriend act, but it had gotten to a point where he was tired of it now. He just wanted her to go home- but she can’t, because now they live together. 

“I was also wondering if-”

Buzz buzz… Buzz buzz

Noah apologised, reaching into his pocket for his phone, thanking some higher being for this interruption. 

When he looked at the name and read Folio, he had some kind of idea what this was going to be about. Noah had checked the weather forecast, and it had said it was due to rain around now. He chuckled to himself before answering. 

"Hello? I told you I’m busy today, what do you want?" He asked, sitting back in his seat with a sigh. 

But the voice that answered back wasn’t Folio. 

"Noah… hi." There was no mistaking that voice.

His heart skipped a beat, but he forced his voice to remain steady. 

"What do you want?"

He heard you shift, your voice crackling just a little. The rain was clearly getting to you. 

"Well… Folio and I are kinda stranded at the lake by Jolly’s place. It’s pouring, and the guys are all assholes and ditched us with all the fishing gear. We need a ride…?"

There was a long pause on Noah’s end, he knew he’d give in eventually, he wanted an escape from the restaurant, he just couldn’t make it seem so obvious to Amy that he wanted to leave. So the sharp edge of his irritation returned. 

"Yeah, not my problem."

He could hear some movement, and then Folio had snatched the phone from you.

"Dude, come on," he said, exasperated. "We’re drenched, and we’ve got all the gear to take back. Just come pick us up real quick."

Noah pinched the bridge of his nose, his frustration building. 

"You know how far that is? Call someone else."

The line was silent for a beat. And then Folio added something Noah didn’t expect to hear. 

"Oh, yeah? I get why you’d leave me out here, but what about y/n? Noah, she’s completely soaked, shivering… she’s gonna get sick."

The words hit Noah harder than he expected.

He froze, his hand tightening around his phone. He should’ve just hung up. He should’ve ignored this. But the thought of you in the rain, shivering and vulnerable, made his chest tighten.

There was no way around it. He couldn't leave you out there. He didn’t want to care, but he did. And that made everything so much more complicated.

"Where are you exactly?" Noah asked, his voice a little quieter now.

Folio wasted no time.

"I’ll send you the location. Hurry up, alright? We’re freezing."

Noah hung up, the decision already made. He glanced over at Amy, who had raised an eyebrow at his sudden change in demeanor. But Noah didn’t have time to explain. He grabbed his jacket and stood up.

"I’m sorry, there’s an emergency, Folio’s uh… broken a finger… He needs taking to the hospital, I’ve gotta go." He said quickly, before she could ask any questions.

She didn’t protest, but the confused and disappointed look she gave him was enough to make him feel guilty. 

"Okay… I’ll see you later then."

Without another word, he rushed out, the cold air biting at his skin as he jogged to his car. His mind raced as he drove toward the lake, the rain pounding harder against the windshield. 

What was he doing?

…

It didn’t take long before headlights cut through the rain, the familiar sight of Noah’s car pulling up near the dirt road leading to the lake. The moment the window rolled down, his gaze immediately landed on you.

"Get in."

You didn’t hesitate, yanking open the door and practically diving into the warm interior. Folio took his time loading the car, then finally he gathered the lighter gear and tossed it in before he climbed into the passenger's seat. 

Noah sighed, running a hand through his hair before shifting into drive. 

"You guys are a pain in my ass, you know that?"

"And yet, here we are." Folio smirked.

Noah shot him a glare before turning his attention back to the road. You sat there, dripping wet and exhausted, but for some reason, you felt just a little bit warmer.

Because if he truly didn't care, he would've left you two out there.

"Couldn’t handle a little rain?" Noah asked, meeting your gaze in the mirror.

"Oh, shut up." You scoffed, your teeth chattering as you shivered.

He smirked slightly, before reaching out to turn up the heating.

“There should be a hoodie in the back somewhere, put it on.” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. 

“No, I’m good.”

"No, y/n. Take off whatever is wet and get changed." Noah’s voice was more stern this time, almost commanding.

“Why? So I can look even more pathetic? I'm not some damsel in distress, Noah."

He glanced at you again, his expression softening just a little. 

"No, I know you’re not. But I don’t want you getting sick, and I’m not gonna let you freeze to death in my car either. Put it on."

You blinked, surprised. 

“Okay, as long as neither of you look.” 

Folio immediately covered his eyes, and Noah fought back the urge to say, It’s nothing I haven’t seen before... you could tell by the slight smirk on his lips that he was tempted.

A few seconds passed before you reluctantly leaned over, grabbing it from the seat beside you. You took off your jacket and shirt, leaving you in just your bra as you pulled his hoodie over your head, the fabric surprisingly warm against your skin. It smelled faintly like Noah, and it made you feel oddly at ease, though you’d never ever admit it to him.

Noah kept his eyes on the road, but there was a subtle shift in his posture, like he was trying to focus on driving but couldn’t help noticing the way you looked, all bundled up in his hoodie.

It made your cheeks flush. 

"Better?" He asked, his voice quieter now, more considerate.

You nodded, glancing over at him. 

"Yeah. Thanks." You said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. 

“Can I look now?” Folio asked, his hands still dramatically covering his eyes. 

…

It wasn’t too long before  the car slowed and Noah pulled into the driveway of your place. The rain hadn’t let up, and the evening air had only gotten colder.

"Well, this is it." Noah said.

You glanced over at him, your fingers still clutching the hoodie, and for a second, there was an awkward silence. You weren't sure what to say, or if you even needed to say anything. 

So you decided to just reach for the door handle, until Noah's voice stopped you.

"Keep it."

You blinked at him, not sure you heard him right.

"Keep it," he repeated, his eyes briefly meeting yours. "It looks better on you than it does on me."

You hesitated for a second, your heart fluttering.

"Are you sure?" You couldn’t stop yourself from asking, though you had a feeling it was more of a rhetorical question.

Noah gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, his lips curling slightly into that familiar half-smirk. 

"Yeah. Just don't lose it."

You smiled softly, more to yourself than anything, before giving him a quick nod. 

"Thanks.” You murmured.

Folio, who had been mostly quiet during the ride, was already bringing the fishing gear inside. You asked if he wanted a hand, but he shook his head, telling you to just get inside, into the warm. 

You stepped out of the car, holding your soaked clothes in your arms. Before you could turn away, Noah’s voice cut through your thoughts again.

"Hey, y/n?"

You stopped and turned back to him. 

"Yeah?"

"Next time," he started, his tone slightly softer than before, "Try not to get yourself stranded in the rain again, okay?"

You couldn’t help but chuckle, despite the slight ache in your chest. 

"I’ll try."

With that, you closed the door softly, turning to head inside. As you walked toward the door, you glanced down at the hoodie you were wearing, wondering if it meant anything more to him than just lending you a piece of clothing. But you didn’t dwell on it for long. You had a feeling you’d figure it out eventually.

You had gone straight up to your room, deciding you were going to have a shower and then go to bed. You didn’t know how to deal with all the thoughts in your head right now, so hopefully a nice hot shower would help your mind clear. 

You couldn’t stop thinking about what Ruffilo had said, and then how when Folio had mentioned you were cold Noah changed his mind and picked you up, and how he told you he didn’t want you getting sick-

You were probably overthinking, right? Anyone would’ve done the same, why does it make any difference that it was Noah?

You shook your head, shaking away the thoughts as you got undressed, tugging the wet shorts off. You slipped your hands into the pocket in Noah’s hoodie, making sure you hadn’t put something in there, but instead you pulled a couple things out. 

First, a hair band, your brow furrowed as you set it down on your dresser, thoughts of Noah’s little bun flooding your mind, and secondly a scrunched up piece of paper, which had something written on it. You immediately recognised Noah’s handwriting, and you wondered if this was really something you should be looking at, but still you unfolded and uncreased the paper, revealing what you guessed to be song lyrics.

You shouldn't be reading this, you weren't sure if this was lyrics or just something he wanted to get off his mind, but curiosity won, and you began to read.

You said enough

You never loved the thought of us

You're too good to be true, yeah

I gotta go, gotta run

You don't want me the way I want you, no

You walked too close to the rails

I picked you up when you fell

How can you live with yourself?

You're lost, but I couldn't tell

Fooled me and you did it well

Thought you were somebody else

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okay so if you read nothing ever after, i want to let you know i'm gonna change the story of how they met just a tiny bit... i've spent weeks writing the chapter where jolly explains it to them and i feel like it'd be a good idea to just say there'll be some inconsistencies until i can edit it lmao

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[sevinagreatergood]

I'll be honest people. I have nothing against ships. I have been shipping since I was 12. Now I'm 22. Ships were nice and if it wasn't my ship, I'll just scroll you know?

Many things happened once I entered harry potter fandom.

For liking snape. I was called a Nazi, racist and fascist

For hating lily. I was called a mysoginist and incel

I've also come to hate ships. In particular, jegulus, wolfstar and jily.

I know ships can exist. But I hate the people behind these ships. Many of them are snaters. I will explain to you why many of these have Snaters.

Jegulus:

In this ship, there are fans that steal Snape his canon position of slytherin. And claim regulus was the gofer of Severus Snape. THE Regulus Black? And other purebloods allows one of their kind to be treated like a slave? Yeah, no. I know fanon exists, I know but it's just how the fans claim that it could be canon or might as well be canon.

Also, they often steal Snape his role as a spy. That he changed for the greater good. And people saying that he canonically did. Bitch, he changed for a racist af house elf. Not to mention that James, whom he never ever interacted with, swoops in to save the damsel in distress.

Also, I dislike the way they hate lily. Many Snape fans see how lily has flaws. She was a bad friend. Jegulus somehow either hates lily because she's a woman or love her because she's a woman. No other reason whatsoever. That's so messed up. Women have flaws and a personality too you know?

As people mentioned. Jegulus is the ship for cowards. I bet Sirius would think, "why my brother when you have me? The best version of house Black? " While he holds a knife against his brother's throat, questioning James. 😂

Wolfstar:

Let's go to wolfstar. This ship ⚓ like the titanic. I have no idea why, how, when, where, who, why (I know I did why twice, leave it 😭) that ship. It's wrong on so many levels. This ship becomes fanon, more and more with each crappy thing the people make up from this.

You see. I dislike this ship. Because often, wolfstar writers see Remus as the victim of that prank. He's a co-victim at best. And they have a whole ordeal about Sirius apologizing to Remus and so on, but where is Severus in this story? Nowhere. Severus is even painted like the bad guy that doesn't need an apology.

Which is why I hate this ship. Fuck it. Fuck the people too. Recently, I've come across headcanons where Remus wore 2nd hand robes, is a Slytherin and has to deal with Sirius his stalking behavior (you know, the -like a dog that scented a rabbit- thing). Bitch, that's Snape. Just say you love a poor snarky git victim with a rich good looking Classist bully, enemies-to-lovers trope. Which is jeverus and snirius at best.

I hate this ship for all the brain rot the shippers have, the hatred towards Snape, and the nerve to justify Remus and Sirius by walking over Snape. Not to mention the immense mischaracterization. Since when is Sirius a crop top, mini skirt, lipstick, mascara wearing bastard and Remus is a hot daddy cowboy that gets lapdances from Sirius as if Black is a stripper.

The Remus that couldn't even look a child of 15 in the eyes as he himself justified James? That Remus? The Sirius that is basically Bellatrix her twin, gives lapdances? That it's fanon, alright, but please, if you can't paint Snape good in your fanfics, then don't touch him at all. That's why I hate wolf star shippers. I just know, Sirius would actually put more effort into trying to kill his FEM Sirius version by none other than Remus. Yeah, Sirius is so unhinged he would try the shack incident a 2nd time.

Jily:

Now, my favourite. Jily. Hey, I know its canon. Just because it's canon, doesn't mean I can not hate it. You see. Many fans of this ship, JUSTIFY James and Lily. Yeah, you read that correctly. There has to be a few screws loose in the head to justify a Classist aristocratic slightly racist bully. And a woman that willingly gave her hand to that type of monster.

Worst part is, similar to wolfstar. People don't work on Snape at all. Giving him some 2nd hand basic bad guy dialogue. To justify James his bullying and Lily her backstabbing. And similar to jegulus, for potter to swoop in and safe lily. Severus was the victim! He was the victim of James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Teachers and Slytherins.

Lily had good friends she made WILLINGLY. James also had a good friendship circle that he made WILLINGLY. Meanwhile Snape is left there to rot. Same fans will say Snape was an incel, Snape would've been a pedophile is Harry looked like her.

Bro, Snape didn't even have sex because he could die at any given die. Keep your perverted thoughts to yourself please, snater. That's the jily fandom. If jegulus and wolfstar loved Snape as a carpet. Boy, Jily makes Snape a red carpet to walk on all of his sorrow and misery.

Worst of all, people here either mischaracterize lily a lot. Telling others she is this saintly, empathic girl, when she was nothing but a backstabbing prick. Or, they like her because she is a woman married to the almighty James Potter. So, involved with Marauders. Perhaps even also helping wolfstar indirectly. James is taken, Remus and Sirius get together and "Peter can go fuck himself because he's ugly anyway." - some snater

That is why I hate wolfstar, jegulus, and jily. Now, I am honest here. I haven't put much thought in other ships outside Snape and the ones I hate. So please don't ask me about dramione, Drarry, Tomarry or whatever ship exists out there. As soon as I see these three ships on TikTok, I dont immediately act. Especially when their comments are empty. But I tend to lash out more often on the shippers of these 3 ships.

It's ships like these that create more snaters by the day. So if they have no Severus content on their page but lots of marauders content (yeah,I check their pages and followers and their pages). I make sure they know who the character is that they idolize. Until now, this theory has yet to be proven wrong because all jily, jegulus and wolfstar shippers I've interacted with are snaters.

Now, I'm not advising anyone to do this. This is simply my hill to die on I guess.

[kittenfangirl20]

Hypnosis Au

Lucifer needed to find Adam, the angel had fallen and he wasn't adjusting well to life in Hell. He acted like it was a mistake, that he didn't belong here and that heaven would right the wrong.

But as time passed and Adam remained in Hell the gravity of the situation set in and he started to actually freak out.

Like today for example, Adam had been doing some prep work for dinner, staying at the hotel meant he had chores. He didn't like that one bit, Adam felt like he should get to do what he wants during the day said that's what Angel does.

Charlie explained that Angel has a job and he doesn't. All he did was roll his eyes and stomp away.

It was when he cut his finger showing that he had deep red blood instead of golden angelic blood in his veins did everything click for him.

Adam freaked out, when Charlie checked on him he pushed her out of the way and ran out the hotel's front door.

That's what Lucifer was doing now, looking for him. He was going to check the only place he could that Adam would go.

Heavens Embassy.

Sure enough when he got there the lobby was trashed, raging was going on in the other room.

Adam: PETER YOU COCK SUCKER!! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME GET SERA ON THE FUCKING LINE!!!!!!

Sera wasn't going to take his meeting request, she was too busy but Adam was too worked up.

Lucifer: Adam? Hey, calm down okay?

Adam turned and glared: YOU!! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!

He started throwing things at the devil and Lucifer knew he wasn't going to listen to reason. So he resorted to the last thing he could do, he'd have to grab ahold of Adam and look him in the eyes.

Lucifer would have to hypnotize him.

Lucifer: Adam, look at me.

Adam was in the midst of throwing something across the room when he heard the command, he felt the urge to listen to him.

Adam: Ok.

Lucifer: Good, now put that down and relax.

Adam did so, truthfully Lucifer felt bad doing this. But Adam was so upset and it upset to see him like this.

Lucifer: Let me hold you.

Lucifer held out his arms to Adam and the fallen first man just went into Lucifer’s arms as Lucifer hold him. He knew that he wasn’t going to use the hypnosis to make Adam do something sexual or violent. Just to calm him down.

Lucifer: Tell why you were so upset.

Adam looked up with tear filled eyes.

Adam: I didn’t think I would ever fall. I thought I was doing good. Everyone said I was doing good and then I fall like this.

Lucifer couldn’t help but feel bad hearing Adam talk like this, he just to not fail the people he cared for. He could even see that Lucifer’s opinion of Adam still mattered to him.

Lucifer: You are still good.

Adam: Then why did I fall?

Lucifer: Because others failed you.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

[spr1ngtweaks]

DESPERATE REQUEST:

what would happen if Stella, Leith, and Eddie forced Harley and his partner to join them in a game of hide and seek in the factory where every location is open after hours in the middle of the night and s/o has to be the hider and they are absolutely impossible to find meanwhile the executes are paranoid and terrified (especially Harley) knowing that a/o won’t be able to resist jumping out and scaring them!? Headcanons?? :3

A hide-and-seek game in an abandoned toy factory at midnight? With a partner who thrives on scaring people? With executives who are already on edge? And with Harley being the most paranoid of them all?

This is going to be so much fun.

Headcanons – Midnight Hide-and-Seek in Playtime Co.

(Or: How to Give the Entire Executive Team a Heart Attack in One Night)

🌙 The Setup

This whole thing probably started because Eddie and Stella were bored out of their minds and somehow convinced (read: pressured) Harley into participating.

Leith, being the reasonable one, initially refused. But then Eddie threw in some corporate-level guilt-tripping like, “C’mon, Pierre, don’t be a killjoy. You already make us suffer during work hours—let us have this.”

Harley, naturally, thought this was the stupidest idea imaginable and was completely against it.

“This is a waste of time.”

“You do realize we work in a factory known for its many mysterious disappearances, yes?”

“If any of you so much as touch my lab, I will make sure you regret it.”

He only relents when Stella, in all her unhinged glory, insists it’ll be “fun” to see who lasts the longest before they start losing their minds.

🦇 The Rules

Your job? Hide. You get a full five-minute head start.

Their job? Find you. But there’s a catch:

No lights—only flashlights are allowed.

No splitting up (because even THEY know that’s how horror movies start).

No chickening out halfway through.

…Harley is already suspicious. Way too suspicious.

👣 The Game Begins…

As soon as the game starts, you vanish. Completely. No sound. No trace.

The factory is massive, labyrinthine, and filled with shadows. The further they go, the more uneasy they get.

Eddie, at first, tries to play it cool. “Okay, okay. This isn’t bad. We just gotta—”

Something creaks.

Leith freezes.

Harley pulls out a scalpel like it’s going to help.

😨 The Executives Start to Panic

Leith is the most vocal about his regrets.

“This is a terrible idea.”

“I knew I should’ve stayed in my office.”

“I don’t get paid enough for this.”

Eddie tries to stay rational, but his nerves are showing.

“Okay, but seriously. Where the hell did they go? They couldn’t have just disappeared—”

Stella? She’s THRIVING.

Absolutely living for the tension.

Is the only one laughing while the others are actively regretting their life choices.

🔦 Where’s Harley in All This?

PARANOID.

ON EDGE.

CONVINCED YOU’RE GOING TO JUMP OUT AND GIVE HIM A HEART ATTACK.

“This isn’t a game. This is psychological warfare.”

“They’ve been waiting for this moment. I know it.”

“This is a calculated attack on my well-being.”

Every slight movement? Every distant noise? He notices.

His brain is in overdrive.

If they were hiding in ventilation shafts, they would’ve had to access it from…

If they were in the old testing chambers, there would’ve been a slight reverberation in sound…

If they were in the prototype storage area—

Oh, wait. The door creaked.

HE KNOWS.

And yet—he still jumps when you finally strike.

👻 The Grand Reveal (AKA: Your Victory)

When you finally decide to end it, you wait until the absolute worst moment—

They’re huddled together in some darkened corridor.

Their nerves are fraying.

Harley is visibly tense, Leith is done with everything, Eddie is regretting his life choices, and Stella is just watching chaos unfold.

Then?

You jump out.

With zero warning.

Directly behind Harley.

🎤 Reactions:

Harley?

JOLTS like someone just defibrillated his soul.

Immediately turns around, ready to commit a crime.

“I should have you thrown into a furnace.”

Leith?

Screams.

Not even an ashamed scream—just pure, unfiltered terror.

“I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN.”

Eddie?

Nearly drops his flashlight.

Tries to act like he wasn’t scared.

“I— I wasn’t scared. I was— I was just—”

Stella?

CACKLING.

Absolutely delighted.

“Worth it. Every second of it.”

✨ The Aftermath

Harley refuses to speak to you for the rest of the night.

Leith files an unofficial complaint against you.

It goes directly into the trash.

Eddie still insists he wasn’t scared.

But he is now suspiciously avoiding dark hallways alone.

Stella? Already planning the next game.

“Next time, we blindfold Harley and make him the seeker.”

“NO.”

…And you?

You have a new favorite pastime.

[dunkooro]

Sunny’s Relationship with WHB Nobles [+ Redesign] (1/?)

this is gonna be a long ass post

GEHENNA

SITRI: Sunny disliked him at first for calling him Solomon, as he had bad memories from grade school of being compared by other people and his peers. Sunny does know that he’s grieving in his own way, so they had a talk about how she felt being called the name of his dead lover. Sitri still has occasional slip ups but is still working on calling him Sunny.

PAIMON: Sunny absolutely loves his aesthetic, and often goes out with him whenever there isn’t an angel attacks to go shopping and eat at various bakery shops in Gehenna. They do each other’s makeup and Sunny taught Paimon how to re-twist his locks (as Minhyeok usually helped out Sunny).

LERAYE: Sunny invites him to his outings with Paimon. Comforts him when there wasn’t any stormy weather in weeks, sometimes have to put on thunderstorm ASMR audios when he gets desperate. He’s also the second person that Sunny lets to retwist her locks (even though the locks are a bit sloppy, Sunny still appreciates the help).

ASTAROTH: Sunny was a little unnerved by him, especially with his ability to corrupt others with his voice. Overtime he found his antics funny and his stories interesting. She always pets the snake wrapped around him—sometimes giving them a little kiss as well. (Has to give him a kiss too or otherwise Astaroth will get pouty).

ZAGAN: Sunny tries to understand what Zagan is “saying” with 60% accuracy (but when she does get it, Sunny gets really happy and so does Zagan). Tried working out with Zagan a couple of times as well but it always ended them not doing the exercises they intended to do.

AMY: Doesn’t hang out much with Amy, but when they do, they always hang out with his crew in the forest/outskirts of Gehenna. Sunny really likes Amy a lot more than Sitri (which Amy rubs in his face a lot, ends up with them fighting each other) even though he gets kinda annoyed by his hotheaded and brash personality.

BELIAL: Sunny was startled when Belial “spoke” but immediately bursted out laughing (which caused Jiyu to get more explicit with his insults). They often text each other or write cute little notes whenever Jiyu isn’t around. They do share their favorite albums/record disks with each other (Sunny shares his albums from Earth due to Satan’s magic making a direct copy of his old room on Earth).

PPYONG/JUNO: Sunny appreciates Ppyong a lot for willingly being the bridge between her and Minhyeok, and rewards him by— feeding him his snacks, letting him rest in the hood of his jacket or in his pocket, giving him praises (making the other devils seem like they’re all from Hades with how jealous they are). When Ppyong becomes Juno, Sunny still treats him the same (but does have to resist not letting her eyes wander).

TARTARUS

BIMET: Sunny playfully insults with him, calling him a gold digger or “that one bougie auntie” constantly. Does find his unsolicited financial advice pretty annoying. Sunny did take part in one of Bimet’s bets once, ended up having to walk commando afterwards. (Bimet tried to get Sunny to do another bet again).

ELIGOS: Sunny, like a lot of devils, finds Eligos very cute! She helps dress up with accessories and always gives Eligos her food whenever she’s full. Doesn’t let Eligos help retwist his hair tho, as he would overload with a bunch of ribbons (took a long time to remove them from his hair). Once while patting his head, Sunny kissed his forehead unconsciously and now whenever Eligos is around, Sunny’s required to give him a kiss as well.

VALEFOR: Sunny swoons at Valefor���s knightly personality and often teases him by calling him “my hero”, which Valefor unironically appreciates. Like with Mammon, Sunny is also slightly jealous of how strong Valefor is. Also tried working out with him, didn’t get much done as well.

HADES

FORAS: Sunny was creeped out by Foras at first, but hesitantly began to warm up to him. She gets constantly distracted with how pretty his horns are, to the point she doesn’t realize what he’s saying. Memorized his distinct lavender scent, so whenever he knows that Foras is around, he’ll mess with him sometimes by quickly glancing at the location he’s at (this always surprise and confuses him everytime).

BARBATOS: Sunny was pissed off at Barbatos for poisoning him when they first met but did eventually forgive him. Sunny found Barbatos as a fresh of breath air from the dreary Hades, which makes her gravitate to him more often than the other nobles (obviously makes the others jealous and ends up getting hanged by Levi). Sunny lets him cling unto him during cloudy days, and sunbathes with him sometimes but only taking off his shirt (much to Barbatos disappointment).

GLASYALABOLAS: Sunny is completely intimidated by him and is (understandably) disgusted that he’s a necrophile. Sunny is the type that gets irritated easily, which Glas takes advantage of. Begrudgingly tolerates him and he’s one of the reasons why Sunny wants to be cremated after she dies.

ORIAS: Sunny doesn’t know much about Orias and just gives him basic respect. Doesn’t really care that he’s trying to assassinate Levi (a deep part of him hopes he doesn’t succeed) and he’s the second reason why Sunny wants to be cremated.

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I don’t know if I’ll continue to do the rest of the nobles immediately cause I don’t really know much about their personalities but I’m definitely not gonna wait until the next chapter to finish up the nobles.

Hopefully I’ll post some Beelzebub stuff for his birthday on the 4th!

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

Shauna closes her eyes sometimes and sees the 25th reunion again. Coming in for the quarter-of-a-century celebration of being a state champion. She hasn't played soccer since then. Not that anybody cares. The world moved on.

Taissa drives her there– she lives somewhere else, of course, somewhere far away, but Tai paid for her plane ticket over because she wanted her to be there with the rest of the team. Even Allie, who didn't make it, but gets to be in the photos with them anyway. Tai is still married to Simone here, but when Van shows up to the reunion, still talking about VHS tapes and muttering about the insane Ohio weather, there's lingering gazes and wonders of what could have been if she'd just been a little braver a little sooner. Shauna wonders if she'd have the same look when she sees Jeff, but when she does, she's just happy that he found someone nice, smiles politely at the pictures of his kids on his phone. So, no, there's no regrets there. After all, it was never about him.

Tai and Van weren't the only lesbians on the team, of course. Turns out the gay jock sterotype was right about most of them, she thinks with a snort. Crystal– or, Kristin, apparently– actually ended up married to Misty fucking Quigley of all people. Apparently they'd ended up at the same college, Kristin had gotten her into the theatre department, and now she performs for a community Shakespeare company while Misty works ER and does some "reddit investigations" on the side. Shauna wonders if she should apologize to Misty for how they all treated her as kids– yeah, she was a bit awkward and liked to peel wings off of bugs while waiting for practice to be over, but they'd been a bit cruel. Misty doesn't seem to remember, though, instead hugging her instantly as if they'd just seen each other yesterday, instead of spending twenty-five years apart.

Then there's Natalie. While they all liked Natalie and thought of her as a friend, they'd all kind of expected her to burn out. She hadn't had any college plans, and was already getting high off her ass at parties and drunk inbetween classes. But here she was, smiling and chatting with Mari. She told Shauna that she'd gone through two stints in rehab before reuniting with Lottie, who'd become a psychiatrist instead of the business major her parents had expected. Lottie had let her move into her house while she recovered, and now here they were, married with a daughter, while Natalie coached the soccer team at the same High School they'd used to play at. Lottie was in an intense discussion with Laura Lee when Shauna found her that night; apparently Laura Lee had become the head of a charity to help queer religious people, and Lottie thought the clinic she worked for might want to keep them in mind.

Coach Martinez's son was there– Travis, she thinks? Yeah, that was right. Apparently he'd gone through a few career paths, and now worked on a farm and was dating a waitress from nearest coffee shop. He trades information with Akilah, who's a vet who lives on her own farm with her extended family. She has horses and kids and a few books on animal care that've done well-enough. She goes to sit by Natalie and Mari, the latter of whom jokes that she's technically a vet, too, as humans are a type of animal. "You probably shouldn't call your kids animals," Natalie quips at the pediatrician, who laughs brightly. Her, Gen, and Laura Lee had all become professional soccer players for a while, but she'd gone back to school after a bad fall, and was now one of the best doctors in her field.

Shauna didn't know the Junior Varsity team as well as the others, but it's nice to see they're doing well. Melissa has a wife, daughters, and a bundle of cats. She's insisting to Gen right now that Buttercup was named after the princess, not the powerpuff girl, while Gen laughs at how insistent she seems about this. She's a coach now, too, though across the country from them– she says that Natalie should be lucky that their teams don't clash, and Natalie says the same, a competitive gleam in both their eyes. Rachel Goldman was a secretary until her daughters convinced her to post some of her fluting videos on YouTube, and now she made enough money off of cover songs and guest appearances that she was able to quit her job and focus on her music. Britt is a video game designer, and Robin's a science fiction author. Allie Stevens is a journalist, which Shauna thinks is perfect. She was pretty nosy in high school.

Then she sees Jackie. Jackie, her hair still perfectly-styled, her dress immaculate. She makes her way over to Shauna, and Shauna doesn't know what to say. They haven't spoken since their blow-up after the match. When Shauna told Jackie she was going to a different college. When neither of them were able to acknowledge how they actually felt about each other. They'd figured it out by now, of course, with a rainbow pin stuck to Jackie's bag since she'd found herself alone at college and a ring on her finger for some woman who faded into the crowd behind them.

"Well?" Jackie asks, tilting her head. "What's my job, then? Do I still play soccer? I wasn't very good at it, though. Just at getting people to work together. Maybe I'm an HR manager. Something boring like that. You knew I'd be boring, didn't you? How about you? What do you do?"

Shauna thinks of a million responses, none of which she can imagine herself saying.

"How about you? What's your job in this wonderful, perfect future? Did you ever have a plan for what you'd be in this world? Any ideas? You wanted to go to Brown and be successful, but in what? What was your plan? Or did you just want to get away from me?"

Shauna thinks about when she'd applied to Brown. Thinks about telling Jackie at a celebration of their win, or at a graduation party, or just some random teenage get-together. She never imagines Jackie taking it well.

"Did you ever have any idea who you'd be without me?" Jackie leans close, and whispers in her ear, "Or do you think the woods would always be calling to you?"

Shauna feels a chill in the air, and they're not standing in a high school gymnasium anymore. They're where they were always meant to be, in the deep snow, surrounded by trees.

"It was always the wilderness, wasn't it? This was always it for you. You didn't have any other choice."