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100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 2

We did it amigos. Another list! I am so grateful that you all are sharing your ideas to help inspire others (faith in humanity restored)

  1. “Where is my fucking pudding?!”
  2. “I thought we agreed to never use butter for that reason again…”
  3. “Well if it’s the guy who never shuts up about toilet paper!”
  4. “Honey, did you see my sniper rifle?”
  5. “Oops…”
  6. “God damn it he died. Whatever. Just leave him there.”
  7. “Listen, I know you’re upset, but please put down the baking soda before someone gets hurt.”
  8. “Look, about the monkey…”
  9. “I don’t understand! I only used a finger.”
  10. “It’s not as hard as you think, I promise.”
  11. “well this is what i call hell of a night”
  12. “How could an entire school disappear?”
  13. “What do you mean the brownies are "not quite brownies”?“
  14. "Yes, I understand that its cool, but why does your toaster have wings?” “Well its alive of course. It flies.”
  15. “Don’t turn that on!”
  16. “Wait…I’m also- technically- underage and you’re a stranger…should I be screaming also?”
  17. “I though you meant "literally” metaphorically. “
  18. "Ok so don’t get mad but I might have started a war.”
  19. “Good morning… I see the assassins failed again.”
  20. “You’re a murderer, how are you working at a hospital?”
  21. “That cat just stole my cereal!”
  22. “Did you see that? Please tell me you saw it.”
  23. “Hey, can you stop shooting people right now? We’re trying to sleep.”
  24. “THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS KEITH!”
  25. “If you think I’m leaving you and your demon eyes and evil horns you’re wrong.”
  26. “What do you mean, this isn’t Earth?”
  27. “Damn it, ____! Not peanuts again!”
  28. “Why did I just press the big red button?”
  29. “So tell me again why this dead body is being sent to Goodwill?”
  30. “Lucifer, I know that we said we would share rent but you never said anything about your brother living with us.”
  31. “God dammit, I’m supposed to be a bat! Why the hell am I a possum, Karen?!”
  32. “Sarah, where’s the dog?” “Up in space?”
  33. “You had only one job and it wasn’t even a difficult task, but seriously, how did you end up like this!?”
  34. “Well I never said I WASN’T going to kill the bartender …”
  35. “I mean, it was only a small eldritch being, so it wasn’t that bad…”
  36. “Hold me back bro!”
  37. “I think there’s a new lifeform evolving in my fridge.”
  38. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”
  39. “Can we have lunch now, or do you still want to continue looking at dead people?”
  40. “I can’t believe you ate my cheese…we’re over”
  41. “Sometimes I wonder why we’re still friends.” “Because I turned you into a cyborg after being shredded by an explosion and you owe me.” “…Fair enough.”
  42. “Well, I didn’t quite expect to wake up pregnant either and yet… here we are, so can you please pass me that can of bread?”
  43. “Ok, I know I said ‘You can throw a hairbrush at them’, but I didn’t actually mean it!”
  44. “When I told you to feed the dog I didn’t expect you to feed him the neighbors cat.”
  45. “Clearly, you’ve never gotten rid of a body before…”
  46. “This sort of thing never happened when I was dating your brother.”
  47. Sometimes, I wonder about you. And then I worry.“
  48. ” Wait, wait, wait, start from the very beginning. how did you manage to set the house on fire with that??“
  49. "For fucks sake, dude, how many times do I have to tell you that that’s not what penises are for?”
  50. “One woman’s terrorist is another woman’s freedom fighter.”
  51. “This isn’t right… the humans shouldn’t be able to move on their own.”
  52. “Why is unicorn blood on our shopping list?”
  53. “Must you unhinge your jaw like that when you eat? It’s disgusting.”
  54. “You’ve violated the law, my trust, and your friend. Tell me, why should I believe anything you say?”
  55. “No, no don’t open the fridge, I need to keep they eyeballs cold.”
  56. “did he break his jaw again by falling down a flight of stairs?” “Passive aggressive much?”
  57. “For the last time, put the declaration of independence back!”
  58. "That isn’t permanent, right?”
  59. “You know, ripping someone’s beating heart right out of their chest with your bare hand looks cool in anime, but irl it’s just unsanitary…”
  60. “She didn’t tell you” “Tell me what” “He’s dead”
  61. “But his dad is an asshole–” “HIS AUTHOR IS AN ASSHOLE”
  62. “You are here and you haven’t tried to kill me yet. You must want something from me.”
  63. “The salesperson made a flying tentacle monster sound a lot more alluring, I swear!”
  64. “Okay…the radiator just growled at me”
  65. “Dude, were you listening to me? Why are you barking?” “I’m not barking. I thought YOU were barking!”
  66. “How did you get that bump on your lip”
  67. “Buddy. You need to chill, and put that knife away before I get out my gun.”
  68. “ ” I dare you to take your shirt off" “ no” “ I doubledare you” “No” “I tripledare you” “ god dammit Steve , im not wearing a Shirt!”“
  69. "Why the fuck are there founding fathers in our living room”
  70. “Girls only say 'I will not dignify that with a response.’ when they’ve done the thing you’ve just accused them of.” “Do you know this, because you’ve done it?” “I will not dignify that with a response.”
  71. “They think we’re terrible but really we’re only mediocre”
  72. “You’d think by now we’d stop bringing death into these things. Look at them, they have anxiety!”
  73. “Ok, first of all asshat, stop touching me. Second, that is never going to work out! Third, stop TOUCHING me.”
  74. “So if I do understand, you’re telling me that you created insects robots. The same one that destroyed the city. ”
  75. “Why is THIS in your fridge? This is some serious contraband.”
  76. “Please tell me you’re joking about marrying the bastard’s son we call Satan.” “ Don’t talk about your mother like that!!”
  77. “Did you explode the microwave again?!”
  78. "Honey where’s the dog?” “Like I said, I’m making a smoothie.”
  79. “Fifteen bucks you can’t hook up with Satan.” “Make it twenty.”
  80. “I don’t know, maybe because he has some semblance of taste?
  81. "What could possibly make you think eating three tons of cheese for the mice in radiation-test labs was okay?!”
  82. “Who actually let the dogs out?”
  83. “Hey, you don’t know how many bodies are buried in my backyard.”
  84. “I told you to kill me.” “I did. Just this morning.” “Well, shit!”
  85. “So… This isn’t the end, is it? I mean I still want to hang out with you at least. Maybe go for another space adventure, hm?”
  86. “I’m sorry, it was the HEAT OF THE MOMENT,”
  87. "Hey, wanna go out for a romantic moonlight killing spree?”
  88. “So, you’re into …..? Huh, I never would’ve known.”
  89. “Did you hear that scream?” “Yes, I’m the one who screamed”
  90. “What are you doing?”
  91. “But really, why would anyone need two dozen armadillos?”
  92. “You can’t keep 'solving’ your problems by going to another dimension!”
  93. “I still can’t believe you assassinated a unicorn.”
  94. “Wait, you have FOUR knives?” “No, no. I have four knives ON me.”
  95. “I’ve killed a man using only a copy of Hamlet and a computer mouse. I am NOT afraid of you!" 
  96. "What the hell are those?”
  97. “Are you sure you’re not an arsonist?”
  98. “I know, right? You’d suspect any of them of secretly being an alien, but not…”
  99. “Why didn’t you stop?”
  100. “So, start explaining why there are dozens of puppies in my guest room.”

Let’s make another list. Part 3! Leave a reply and don’t forget the double quotes “”. I want to give everyone a chance to contribute to our community. So as always, one prompt per amigo. Dankje! 

anonymous asked:

i HAD NO IDEA GORILLAZ HAD PHASES AND STORYLINES could you try and explain them quickly for us new bbies getting into this fandom??

absolutely!!

so the WHOLE ENTIRE STORY of gorillaz is actually extremely ridiculously long and very very complicated and confusing so i am going to try my very hardest to sum everything up as best as i possibly can without missing too much

(also the “phases” don’t really mean much besides marking the different album releases, which is why you may have noticed the band members look different every few years)

phase 1 (celebrity takedown) started around 1999. before phase 1, there was only this guy:

murdoc niccals. on august 15th, 1997 (d-day), he wanted to steal music equipment so he crashed a car into a music store where this guy:

stuart tusspot (then in his young twenties) was working, and he hit stuart in the eye and sent him into a coma. murdoc was arrested, but rather than serving time he had to do a lot of community service and also take care of stuart while he was in his coma. murdoc being murdoc, he crashed his car a second time and sent stuart flying from the backseat, through the windshield and he hit his good eye on the concrete, which woke him from his vegetative state, thus “creating” the stuart you know today:

he was nicknamed 2D because he now has two “dents” in his head (which are actually 8-ball fractures if you wanted to know how this look could be possible). murdoc saw that 2D was really attractive and he could sing, so he made 2D the singer of his band

now, this is russel hobbs:

he was involved in a drive-by shooting when his best friend Del (Deltron 3030 irl):

was shot and killed. del possessed russel, thus turning his eyes completely white and haunting him from time to time when he plays the drums. he also raps in some of the gorillaz songs.

murdoc and 2D needed a drummer so they kidnapped russel and russel for some reason forgave them and agreed to be their drummer.

the guitarist for a short while was 2D’s girlfriend, Paula:

and together the four of them formed the band “GORILLA”:

and the only song they recorded together was “ghost train”. paula was kicked out of the band because russel caught her having sex with murdoc in the bathroom. they needed a new guitarist, so they sent out an ad in the paper. not too long later, this little angel arrived at their front door:

she saw the ad and fed-exed herself from osaka to kong studios:

in essex, england. she was only ten and she only knew one word: noodle. therefore, they named her noodle and they made her the guitarist because she was really really good.

thus, gorillaz was born:

then they made the first album around 2000, titled “gorillaz”. they released a bunch of music, music videos, interviews, merch, a completely interactive website where you could walk around their house, and they even released little shorts that were shown on MTV for a while. you can watch all of their videos and interviews on youtube. they won some awards too, and even performed live using holagrams.

{clint eastwood
19/2000

rock the house

tomorrow comes today
 (epilepsy warning)
live performance
 (epilepsy warning)
all “bites”
 (shorts shown on MTV)}

around 2002, they got a little tired of one another. lots of different personalities living under one roof. they faught a lot, especially murdoc and 2D (2D is not “all there” and he takes a lot of medication, murdoc is an asshole and abuses 2D CONSTANTLY). so they all left kong studios for a while, but not before releasing some b-sides (g-sides).

at the end of two years, murdoc ended up in a mexican prison, russel excorcised del’s soul from his body (but kept the white eyes), which sent him into a horrible depression, 2D got a job at his father’s amusement park, and noodle went back to osaka, japan to discover more about her past.

while in japan, noodle found out from some old dude that she was actually a part of some kind of organization that turns young children into war-machines (yeah, i know, fucking crazy, right?????). her memory had been erased by the old dude so that she could live a normal life, and when her memory was restored, she remembered everything, including how to speak fluent english. having found herself, she was the first one to go back to kong studios. she wrote most of the second album by herself before the others came back to kong and helped her out.

(btw, that is noodle’s pet monkey, mike. murdoc had a pet crow named cortez, and 2D had a pet dog named Prince, but no one knows what happened to them. keep reading)

this was around 2004 and would start phase 2 (slowboat to hades):

note the drastic style change. this phase was famous for its darker look, and the music became a lot darker in their second album, “demon days”.

idents
dirty harry

rockit

dare

feel good inc.

el manana

they released some more teasers (which were “filmed” during their two-year break), more music, more music vidoes, more live performances, and more merch. even some gorillaz games. very cute, very fun (especially if you have a dark sense of humor? there is one game in particular that has the murdoc/2D fans feeling some type of way lol). if you watch the videos and interviews, you can really tell how their personalities shift from phase to phase. also, this is the phase where the windmill island makes its first appearence:

and this is where things get very weird and very very complicated (especially for a cartoon band). in the feel good inc. music video (watch it), noodle is on this island and she is being chased by helicopters from afar.

in the el manana video (watch it now or you might be confused), however, noodle was supposed to get “shot” by the same helicopters before parachuting safely off of the island where she would then flee to the maldive islands to get away for a while (she just wanted a vacation but i guess she didn’t want people to find her). however, in the gorillaz autobiography, murdoc says that something completely different happened.

murdoc was trying to get some guy killed (i forget his name) because murdoc is a horrible guy who holds a lot of grudges. murdoc tricked this guy into hiding inside the windmill to wait for noodle to “die” so he could take her place. noodle did not know about ANY of this. she wasn’t going to get hurt either way because she was given a parachute. so when DIFFERENT helicopters (DIFFERENT PEOPLE THAT WERE NOT HIRED BY MURDOC OR GORILLAZ!) started shooting at her, TRYING to kill her, she freaked out and the windmill ended up crashing into a canal. there is a picture in the autobiography of her parachuting off the island, but no one knows where she went after she hit the ground. everyone searched for her, but no one could find her. at this point, murdoc was confused as well, but everyone assumed she still went to the maldives to mellow out—or that she DIED.

this left 2D, murdoc and russel in deep depression. russel left kong studios first, as it was falling apart due to it being built atop a landfill and infested with zombies. 2D left afterwards to live in beirut, and only murdoc was left in the rubble that was kong.

this was around 2007. the second b-sides album (d-sides) was released and if you went on the interactive website, it was completely abandoned. murdoc tried to sell it but it was gross, run down, shit everywhere, noodle’s room was left bare. BUT. sometime in 2007, noodle sent a message to murdoc via radio telling him to come and save her. she never stated explicitly where she was, but she was in deep, deep trouble. murdoc assumed she was in hell, and, being a satanist in a made-up universe, he somehow made it to hell and searched high and low for noodle, but never found her (THOUGH HE RECENTLY STATED THAT THE ENTIRE HELL TRIP MAY HAVE BEEN A DRUNKEN FEVER-DREAM, SO WE ARE ALL EXTREMELY FED UP AND CONFUSED ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO NOODLE AFTER THE EL MANANA THING. WE STILL DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, THOUGH THE MURDOC/NOODLE FANS ATE THAT SHIT UP).

after this, murdoc got word that the organization who tried to murder noodle (the black clouds) were now after him. he had no choice but to leave kong studios forever. so he set kong on fire and left. then the autobiography was released (it is implied they started writing the book well before even the middle of phase 2).

and then gorillaz were on hiatus for about four years. not a single word. if you went on the website, nothing changed. shit was cryptic. but the fandom was loyal and WAITING.

THEN. OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE, sometime in 2009, murdoc showed up in an interview talking about new gorillaz music. and very slowly, more information was released on the “unofficial gorillaz website”. the fandom was BATSHIT. half of us were butthurt about how ugly murdoc looked, and the other half was excited about NEW GORILLAZ MUSIC, and more importantly, THIS PICTURE:

people were mostly concerned with noodle and the fact that her eye was all fucked up, presumably from either the fall from the island OR from when she was “in hell”. also, peope assumed the whole band was together again, but this was FAR FAR FAR from the case.

murdoc wanted to make new gorillaz music that would “top” their second album (which could never happen, but a pickle can dream). murdoc couldn’t get a hold of russel, and noodle was presumably MIA, so murdoc kidnapped 2D in beirut and shipped the poor guy to plastic beach:

plastic beach is essentially murdoc’s hiding place where he is “safe” from the black clouds, and it is literally an island made out of garbage and spray painted pink. 2D did not want to be there, but murdoc held him captive:

in a bedroom at the southernmost tip of the island, underwater, guarded by a whale (2D has a crippling fear of whales, murdoc is a GIANT ASSHOLE). he made 2D sing, and 2D agreed because he has been agreeing to murdoc for a long time and he knew better than to disobey him.

since gorillaz was lacking a drummer and a guitarist, murdoc had to improvise. to replace russel, murdoc used a drum machine to mimic the way russel plays the drums. to replace noodle, murdoc gathered some of noodle’s DNA from the el manana crash site and built CYBORG NOODLE:

she was just as good on guitar as noodle was and she was also the “war machine” that noodle was “supposed” to be, i.e., murdoc stuffed her with weapons. she even had a gun that fired from her mouth.

thus, this was the “phase three: plastic beach” crew:

they recorded the new album, titled PLASTIC BEACH, and murdoc “kidnapped” all of the artists that gorillaz collaborated with and they just had a grand ol’ time. the album was released in early 2010, followed by a revamped website featuring a full tour of plastic beach, more merch, and LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of interviews. some of them are probably no longer findable, but it doesn’t matter because pretty much every single interview was just murdoc hooting and hollering and drinking because IT WAS ESTABLISHED THAT AT THIS POINT HE HAS LITERALLY GONE INSANE.

the music video for stylo was released and did not contribute much to the “main plot”, which disappointed some people because we all wanted to know where noodle and russel were. after a long time, murdoc made a twitter to communicate with the fans who were more interested in the now extremely involved plot line of gorillaz as well as the music.

sometime in 2010, new “idents” were released. 2D’s showed him getting kidnapped and shipped to PB, murdoc’s showed him getting SHOT AT on a boat, probably on his way to plastic beach. then RUSSEL’S ident was released, and it showed him jumping off of a dock into the ocean in an EXTREMELY ANGRY MANNER. lots of people speculated he was mad because he found out what murdoc was doing or he was going to confront murdoc about noodle’s whereabouts or both. cyborg noodle’s ident was released after that, it was nothing special, it was just really creepy (btw you can watch all the idents on youtube!

AND THEN. AND. THEN. noodle’s ident was released and IT WAS THE GREATEST DAY. AFTER FOUR YEARS we finally got to see what happened to noodle, dear, dear noodle:

her ident showed her on a boat (she is around 18-19 at this time), being asked to evacuate because the boat was being attacked by pirates (presumably the black clouds, coming after noodle). being the supreme badass she is, she grabbed a gun and stormed out of the room, and that was all we got. the fandom was in uproar. why the cat mask? was it to cover her eye? why was she on a boat?

shortly before the “on melancholy hill video”, murdoc stated he could see a brown rock moving towards plastic beach (official art told the fans it was russel’s head, as russel had eaten toxic waste and had grown into a giant):

and it was implied from this that russel was going to meet up with noodle sometime in the near future. 

hope you’re still following me. im trying my best lol

in the “on melacholy hill” video, murdoc was now aware that noodle was very much alive and also in some kind of trouble, so he and all of the album’s collaborators went on a giant search for noodle, but never found her. they ended up finding some manatee on top of a rock (random af), while noodle defended her boat from the black clouds, and ended up escaping on a life raft with her guitar. and then this happened:

in both the stylo and OMH videos, a mysterious figure called THE BOOGIEMAN appeared:

he is implied by murdoc to be a symbol of death, as he “murders” both a police officer and the manatee on the rock. not much more is known about him.

after this, not much more happened. there was more official art, more games on the gorillaz website, more merch, a gorillaz live band tour (not featuring the actual memebers of gorillaz, much to murdoc’s frustration), one new single called doncamatic, and a music video released during the tour featuring russel and noodle:

about a year later without any more activity, gorillaz released a fourth album titled “the fall”, composed entirely on an ipad by 2D (note how “gorillaz” = russel, “demon days” = noodle, “plastic beach” = murdoc and “the fall” = 2D). it was not entirely popular, but there were some really good tracks.

the gorillaz hype slowed to an almost-halt as far as plot was concerned. noodle and russel never made it to plastic beach, murdoc was still on the island with 2D, 2D was still a wreck, etc etc etc. the fandom was content, but the plotline was pretty stagnant for another year or so. there were a lot lot LOT of unanswered questions, but the fandom was used to it, as gorillaz was never really “designed” to have such a convoluted plotline to begin with, as you can probably imagine. who would have thought “gorillaz” would evolve into such a CRAZY, INVOLVED STORY?? we were at least content knowing noodle was safe with russel, and they were both happy (russel loves noodle like a daughter btw its adorable af). as far as 2D and murdoc went, a lot of people kind of knew that their relationship, as dysfunctional as it was, was still salvagable as 2D is pretty much infatuated with murdoc, as fucked up as that seems.

in 2011, rhinestone eyes was supposed to get a music video. alas, this never happened because the music video was no longer being funded for (it costs a looooot of money to make gorillaz music videos, and gorillaz lost a good deal of popularity after phase 2, mostly because of the plotline. no one besides the die hard fans knew what the fuck was going on in the music videos).

BUT we were blessed with the rhinestone eyes storyboard, which was pretty much everything we could have asked for. the black clouds were surrounding PB, murdoc was flipping out, the boogieman was cornering him. 2D was about to be eaten by the whale buT THEN OUT OF NO WHERE, FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY RUSSEL GRABBED THE WHALE WITH HIS HUGE YAOI HAND AND SENT IT FLYING ACROSS THE OCEAN, SAVING POOR 2D. MORE DRAMA ENSUES, AND AT THE END OF IT ALL, RUSSEL OPENS HIS GIANT MOUTH TO REVEAL NOODLE HIDING INSIDE. GOD BLESS.

now, even though the music video was never made, it is implied that everything that happened in the storyboard happened irl. but we still had so many questions left unanswered regardless.

in 2012, gorillaz released a music video to go along with their new single DOYATHING feat. ANDRE 3000. the hype for this video was as real as it could get, and the gorillaz fandom was practically pissing their pants after they saw the storyboard.

the doyathing video (which was actually a collaboration with converse shoes) depicts the four members of gorillaz living together in a janky apartment. what a shock, but what happened to plastic beach? 2D seemed a bit more “himself”, and to everyone’s relief and jubilance, he opened the door to noodle’s bedroom to reveal noodle sleeping soundly, and he smiles, and the fandom was finally at ease. to top it off, russel is shown laying on top of the roof of the apartment, sleeping, noticably smaller in size, but still a giant nonetheless. and attached to the apartment, to EVERY SINGLE GORILLAZ FAN’S COMPLETE SHOCK, is the fucking windmill island, albiet in shambles. how they got it up in the sky again is a mystery to us all.

and, according to murdoc a short while after the release of the video (or before, i cannot recall), after russel and noodle arrived on the island, the cyborg attempted to kill murdoc (which was a surprise to no one….). noodle and the cyborg duked it out and the real noodle ended up coming out on top. and they all left plastic beach after the black clouds fled the scene, probably because it was shot to bits.

and that’s it as of right now. that is the gorillaz story, in summary. there are still a plethora of unanswered questions, however, as we have yet to hear ANYTHING from russel and noodle. we still do not know what exactly happened to noodle after el manana. we do not know why russel jumped into the ocean, we don’t know how russel and noodle found the beach, we don’t know what happened to noodle’s eye. we don’t know a lot of things. hopefully some of our questions will be answered in PHASE FOUR! which has officially started as of yesterday.

i hope i have given you a sufficient insight on the wild, wild world of GORILLAZ. they are more than just a band, they are characters with complex backstories and their adventures are pretty fucking crazy if you have the patience to keep up with them

thanks for reading!

xoxoxo

so lots of people have been asking me my thoughts on laci green’s “red pill” stuff recently. some, in an accusatory way (”why aren’t you a good feminist like laci green?”) and some in a confused way (”help im not sure how to process this”).

i’ve largely avoided commenting on it publicly for personal reasons. i dont like talking about individuals instead of ideas anyway, but there was just some stuff going on for me irl that made me not want to comment on this specifically.

but, at this point, i think laci is doing enough harm that it’s worth publicly saying that i really don’t like what she’s doing or how she’s doing it. i could go into a whole like in-depth thing examining every single point in her two “red pill” videos and analyzing her tweets because there’s a lot to unpack, but honestly that’s not worth my time because it won’t convince anyone of anything. people who want to support her are going to support her, and vice versa for those who don’t. i’ve had my arguments about it already and it’s tired and boring.

as an overarching critique, though, all i will say is that she doesn’t need to 1) throw other feminists under the bus or 2) befriend people who engage in online harassment.

you might not think she’s throwing anyone under the bus, and you might not think the people she’s befriending engage in online harassment – but again, i’m not trying to convince anyone of that. that’s just how i see it.

myself and other feminist creators have gotten a lot of backlash for not being ~open to a dialogue~ like laci, and i don’t think she has done anything to defend us. i think she’s tweeted a couple times that “not every feminist has to debate like me” but then the rest of her rhetoric is full of “i hate how so many feminists refuse to engage in dialogue but don’t worry everyone i’m a good feminist”. and not only does that throw us under the bus but it makes the wildly inaccurate assumption that none of us have ever engaged with any competing ideas which is a beloved anti-feminist talking point but patently false. many of us engage with these ideas, just not in the form of livestreamed debates. we’ve had our arguments, we’ve spent hours arguing over the same points, we’ve wasted our time trying to convince people of things they refuse to accept.

it’s just that she seems more interested in pandering to anti-feminists, complimenting them, and making them feel good than she does protecting the people who are at the receiving end of anti-feminist harassment campaigns.

and when people have said extremely horrible horrible things about me and my friends and tried to make our lives hell for months (or years), it hurts to see a large feminist youtuber like laci defending them and leaving me and other feminist youtubers out to dry.

i personally do not think engaging with anti-feminist ideas is a bad thing. contrary to popular belief, i talk to people with opposing viewpoints all the time (but riley you block people on twitter! yeah, conversations happen off twitter, fucking shocking i know right). but at some point, i’m just repeating myself. the arguments have been had. the points have been made. and i don’t have the money, the time, or the energy to devote 8 hours a day to arguing with anti-feminists. if someone else wants to do that, i think there’s a way to go about it that does not involve befriending anti-feminists or elevating small anti-feminists channels to a larger platform. engaging with the ~other side~ is not inherently bad – discussion and dialogue can be useful – but you have to be careful of the way in which you do it. one aspect of that is the difference between discussing privately and debating publicly. public debates are a spectacle, a show. they’re not conducive to learning or growing or conceding points. they’re conducive to proving you’re right and they’re wrong at all costs and being able to say you “owned” them the next day.

i think laci is approaching this in entirely the wrong way, and it seems to me that she has either fallen for a lot of bullshit anti-feminist talking points or is pretending to in an effort to get closer to them. either way, i think it’s kinda messed up.

anyway, that’s all imma say on the topic. the more we all talk about laci and hype up the little drama she has created, the more she profits from it and is incentivized to continue doing it. im done caring about this show she’s putting on, and i’ll continue doing the intersectional work she has abandoned.

NO WAIT I’M SORRY!

Context: So here’s the lay down. We’re playing a sea fairing campaign and we’re trying to obtain a ship. Our party includes a Minotaur fighter, a Psionic; who is keeping her identity a secret from the rest of the group, two dragonborn brothers a cleric (me), and a sorcerer.  The sorcerer is a sharp tongued noble, the psionic has no patients for jokes and won’t hesitate to melt someone’s brain just for being obnoxious, i.e. the sorcerer.

DM: Okay so you form you party and are on your way to find the cause of disappearance of the town’s livestock. You arrive at the farm in question. There is a run down barn, a few small huts, and what appears to be a tool shed. What do you do?

Me: “I say we search the barn for clues.:

Sorcerer: “Okay let’s split up gang, you and the bovine go check the barn while our robed friend and I shack up in on of these huts!:

Psionic: "It is unwise to trust a robed stranger is it not?”

Fighter: “It’s also unwise to refer to me as a bovine, you ignorant lizard.”

Sorcerer: “It’s fiiiine i’m just joking around; however, hooded maiden the offer still stands.”

Me: “So to the barn then.”

We eventually figure out that their is a nest of giant rats who have been attacking the town’s livestock and stealing food and what not. The entire time the sorcerer continues badgering the Psionic, fast forwarding to the cave full of giant rats. Just got done with a fight everyone’s low on health and we’re about to rest.

Sorcerer: “This cave is a drag, why not head back to town and shack up in the inn? You can bunk with me love! (referring to the psionic)

Me: "For the love of Poseidon would you give it a rest! We have a job to do!”

Psionic IRL:  Sorcerer, make a intelligence check.

Sorcerer, IRL: What? Why?!

Psionic IRL: I’m using Mind thrust, make a intelligence check.

Sorcerer: “No! Wait i’m sorry!”

DM: Roll, she already said it.

Sorcerer: *rolls* …. 1

DM: oh……

Psionic: *rolls d10* I got a 10, how much health do you have?

Sorcerer: “…2”

Table looses it

DM: So yeah the sorcerer kinda grabs his head in agony and just slumps to the floor motionless. He’s dead.

Needless to say this is going to be a interesting campaign. I ended up using revivify on the sorcerer and continue our quest. All the while the sorcerer has been quite behaved since then.

Don’t lie about your sexuality if you’re straight.

Okay first off let me start this by saying that I don’t mean this in a hateful, bitchy way. I mean it in a “don’t do it, it might be dangerous” way.

Okay so this is something that’s been annoying me a lot. Recently, I mentioned that I found this female character attractive to like a small group of friends to try and come out slowly. Then this girl in the group told me that she was bisexual. So I was like ‘Great I have someone who I know irl that is part of the LGBT community’. So I said “Hey, I’m pansexual. High five! We’re both part of the LGBT community,”, only for her to tell me that she was lying but that she supported me nonetheless.

 I understand that people like to joke around but please don’t do this

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Hey, all!  Amy here and feel free to skip this, but I noticed a huge thing going around with fanfiction writers and fanfiction readers. Kinda throwing arrows at one another over mistakes and how they should be addressed.

Okay, first off: stop.  Ew.  It’s gross. Y’all are big boys and girls and y’all can act like it.  You don’t need to attack each other at the knees behind the safety of your screens.

Secondly:  there are points on both sides.  People who write have a right to be proud of their work and can choose not to accept criticism.  On the other hand, people who read and absorb the work have the right as well to point out mistakes they noticed if it’s meant to be helpful.

So how can people interact civilly when it comes to fanfiction and it’s accompanying critiques? By following a few internet rules, plain and simple.  No, I’m not gonna tell you to forgive and forget or just roll over and let the other person have their way.  That’s not what you do IRL and that’s not what you do online either.  Instead, both persons have a series of rules to follow in order to try and make the most of their experience.

Originally posted by m-blunicorn

FOR THE WRITERS:

I start with you because you’re the ones who have poured your heart and soul into this baby. And I get it, I do.  When you spend hours and hours slaving over your baby, going over the idea thousands of times in your head, trying to get the idea on paper, and trying to make it look good, then oh heck to the yes it’s your baby and you’re gonna defend it to the death.  I expect that and that’s okay.  What’s not okay is when it interferes with your ability to check in with the situation and see if they actually meant harm, so here are a few rules I’ve started to use over my years of fanfiction writing:

  1. Read the entire comment for content.  This is a bitter pill to take, especially if they sound condescending or snarky.  I’ve run into a few of them, and they’re never pleasant to deal with, but some of them have good ideas.  Try to filter out the junk of the comment and get to the meat of it all.  (I’ll get to what to do if there’s no meat later)
  2. Take a break from the comment when you get angry. And chances are that if it’s an unsolicited comment, you’re going to get angry.  This is your baby and you’ve worked hard on it.  If the crtiquer isn’t at least taking that into account, you may even get furious.  Get up and walk away.  They do not deserve your wrath.
  3. Decide for yourself if they have a point. Most critiquers tend to leave their comments because they’re trying to help in their own (somewhat obnoxious) way. If they’ve got a point, thank them, but also try to express if the critique was delivered well.  If it was, tell them so they can help more people. If not, tell them so they can work on it.  IF THEY DO NOT HAVE ANY POINT AT ALL AND ARE JUST BEING RUDE, get rid of it.  They’re not worth your time.
  4. Respond or toss.  This is up to you.  If they had content that was actually useful, then they were being helpful like they were trying to be.  If they had content and it wasn’t useful, it’s up to you what to do.  If they had zero content in their critique or it wasn’t relevant at all, skip it.  They’re not worth your time.

I actually formed these rules after an encounter with a critiquer who was completely neutral in tone, blurted my mistakes for the world to see, and essentially made me feel like the absolute worst writer in the world.  They weren’t harsh, but their critique did hurt me, especially because I’d still just been starting out.

The first thing that happened was I got angry.  I was livid, furious.  Like, how dare they?  Couldn’t they just sit back and enjoy the story?  I spent a good week or so avoiding my fanfiction account just because I was so pissed off.  I ended up talking to my mom and she asked me if they had any points.  I think she was going for “if they don’t, then they’re not worth your time”, but they did. After that, I went back and tried to see it from their point of view.

Originally posted by geekylaugifs

Didn’t mean I suddenly wasn’t mad at them.  I was mad, but I also realized that they, in their own roundabout and hurtful (to me, who reads inflection into typed words and winces at every loud noise and criticism) way, were trying to help me.

I worked on it, and I don’t think they ever commented on my stuff again, but the people who already loved my stuff?  The people who said that my stuff was ‘cute’ or ‘genius’?  They loved it all the more!  The critiquer may not have stuck around, but those who did benefited.

(It really took me a long time to stop being angry at them.  Now I just kind of take a lesson from them.  As a fanfiction writer, and as a critiquer myself.)

Originally posted by trendinggifs

FOR THE CRITIQUER:

I’m saying this as someone who has pretty high standards for what I read.  I look into formatting, tenses, plot, characterization, spelling, and even comma usage!  These little things do actually bug me, and sometimes enough to the point of wanting to comment, but I’ve been on the other side of it and remember the frustration and the anger that can come from a wrongly worded comment, so there are a few rules that I’ve formulated in order to be the best critiquer I can be and help as many people as possible get as amazing as they can as a writer!

Note:  These rules are for critiquers who actually do want to help writers get better and improve the overall quality of internet written works. If you’re here because of some superiority complex, these rules may be difficult for you to follow.  I, however, encourage you to do your best and perhaps one day you’ll be a good critiquer.  *^_^*

  1. Find a way to figure out if the author even wants your critique.  One way to do this is to respectfully ask them.  Always open with a positive.  Something like “Hey, I liked ___ about your story, but I noticed something was a bit off. Can I give you a constructive critique?” Typically, an author would be happy to know you cared about their opinion, so this will go either one of two ways.  They will either (A) allow the critique and actually listen to what you have to say or (B) politely decline the offer.  This means they have made up their mind and you are to let it go.  The back button is a wonderful friend at this point.
  2. Follow the sandwich format.  This is a tried and true method for getting people to actually listen.  If you start in with the critique, the author will feel attacked and immediately get defensive.  Instead of wondering if you’ve got any point, they will find ways to contradict you and argue.  Instead, open with something you liked about the story.  There was a reason you read it all to the end, wasn’t there?  Mention that first (AND BE HONEST!  NO ONE LIKES SOMEONE WHO GIVES OUT FALSE COMPLIMENTS), and then get to the critique, or ‘meat’, of your critique.  When that’s done, exit with a thank-you for being willing to listen to your comments.  It takes a lot for a creator to listen to someone point out the flaws in their baby, even if they’re trying to learn.  Remember that you want this to be a positive interaction, not a demolition derby.
  3. No insults or other derogatory comments. Unless explicitly stated otherwise, the writer is trying their best.  Insulting them makes them less willing to hear you out, much less accept your comments and get better.
  4. No elevating yourself over them.  It’s a no-brainer.  You’re not there to school them, you’re there to help them.  Helping requires a serving mind, which puts their needs before your ego.
  5. Do not hound the author.  If they listen but don’t take your comments, you’re not allowed to harass them.  Most likely, they don’t see a point in your comment and have elected to ignore it. And that’s fine.  The point is that you managed to bring it to their attention once.  Maybe they’ll come back to it later, maybe not.  Either way, once your critique is given, it’s done.  Unless they come to you asking about it, your job is to pack up and vamoose, or simply to sit back and enjoy watching the rest of the story unfold.
  6. Make sure your comments are objective.  Like, if there’s a comma problem, tell them about it. If there’s verb tenses being messed up, inform them politely.  If person A didn’t get with person B, then you’re not critiquing.  That’s a matter of opinion and doesn’t belong in the critiquing category.
  7. Be respectful.  They’re going on a limb and listening to you, and it’s the author’s choice whether or not to continue the correspondence. You don’t have to ‘kiss up to them’ or ‘serve them’, but you have to make sure you’re not being a jerk and that all your comments are warranted.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

I know there are a lot of rules, but critiquing is hard, especially with how a lot of people view them.  But you, the critiquer, ARE NOT EVIL.  You’re not the bad guy.  You’re not messed up.  You’re not ‘sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong’.  You’re human and you’re trying to be helpful.  These are just tips and tricks on how to go about it the right way and maximize your helpfulness.

Originally posted by hippie-janessa

FOR EVERYONE!!

The last thing I’ll say is that not everyone will follow these rules.  They will think they’re stupid or pandering or all-around dumb. Some people who claim to critique will continue to slander our good name by acting like holier-than-thou snits. Some people who write will continue to get outrageously angry for persons daring to say something went wrong.

Originally posted by blisteredblue

Here’s how to deal with them:

  1. Leave the computer.  Or the website, just for a bit.  Enjoy the sunshine, take a walk, talk with your best friend, eat some ice cream, go play.  See if it just blows over.  They don’t get to take away your happiness because they’re angry.
  2. Delete the hate.  When you’re good and happy, you can delete the hate mail, or maybe grab a friend to laugh at it.  But don’t respond to hate with anger.  As my good friend Warlord Okeer said, you shall inflict “the greatest insult an enemy can suffer. To be ignored.”
  3. If they chase you down in anger, block them. This is okay to do.  For fanfiction writers:  if they continue to pester you with their comments after you say ‘no thanks’, block their tails.  For fanfiction critiquers:  if they got angry over a critique you gave, provided that they said okay and provided that you followed the rules of critiquing, you’re allowed to block them. You did it right.  Don’t even stress.

And then there are the times where we forget to follow the rules and insult someone on accident. It happens.  If you realize you’re in the wrong, it’s just one rule.

  1. Apologize.  No, you don’t have to grovel for forgiveness, but understand that your actions may have hurt someone else and react accordingly.  If they won’t take it, at least make the promise to yourself to be better in the future.

And that’s it.  I know it seems like a lot to swallow, but it all boils down to making sure your words are respectful, kind, and true.

Originally posted by fandomdeluxe

Tl;dr:  MAKE SURE YOUR WORDS ARE RESPECTFUL, KIND, AND TRUE!!

anonymous asked:

How would the rfa and Saeran react to MC being an irl princess of some foreign country? Like... honest to goodness royalty? Thanks!

A/N: I hope this was everything you wanted! I don’t really know much about royalty so I just kinda rolled with it.. If it’s not good I’m sorry! Anyway, if there are parts that don’t make sense i’M SO SORRY I HAVE A FEVER but i’m using this time to write requests because my bby followers deserve it. Sorry for being gone for so long! Thank you all for the support you give us, 404 and I are working hard on requests right now <3 ~ 626

*YOOSUNG

  • this poor boy had no idea, he doesn’t pay much attention to pop culture like that
  • one day you invite him over to play games at your house because you have a super huge tv and you knew he’d love that!
  • when he’s at the gates of your mansion house, he calls you because there’s no way this can be your house???
    • “MC, are you pranking me??? It was bad enough last time when you put toothpaste in my oreos!”
    • “Just come in, you dork”
  • when he hears the gate buzz, he finally realizes that you’re rich as hell
    • it all makes sense now??? You always take him out to super expensive restaurants and for Christmas you got him an amazing gaming computer???
  • he’s about to faint oh my god yOU’RE SO RICH
  • when he’s roaming around the hallways of your mansion looking for your room (he refused the butler’s help, he could do it himself), hE SEES A PICTURE OF YOU AND YOUR PARENTS AND YOU’RE ALL WEARING CROWNS???
    • nah, no, there’s no way you’re royalty, you guys probably did a photo shoot, there’s no way this is possible
    • wait is that an entire row of pictures where your dad is meeting important people
    • is that Barack Obama? Is that the pRIME MINSTER OF SOUTH KOREA???
  • he faints
  • when he wakes up, he finds himself in a huge bed and you’re sitting next to him playing a game
    • “You’re finally awake! I’ve told you that you need to take care of yourself, did you even eat today?”
    • “MC ARE A YOU A QUEEN?”
    • “No, but I will be in the future”
    • Aaand he faints again
  • Once he finally gets used to the idea of you being a princess, it makes so much more sense to him!
  • You’ve always sounded really polite and elegant when you speak, and you handle the RFA fundraisers so easily, no matter what crisis comes???
  • He loves seeing you all dressed up, you’re so cute and beautiful!!! <3
    • You’re his Princess Zelda

*ZEN

  • He thought your name sounded familiar when you introduced yourself in the chat, but he didn’t really think about it
  • But when he finally gets to meet you, he’s in so much denial???
    • It can’t be, a princess fell in love with him
    • If you thought his ego was big before, it’s the size of the Titanic now
    • It’s even bigger when you tell him you watched his movies before you talked to him on the app
  • It never really hits him until you go shopping with him one day and you buy him a Louis Vuitton suitcase aS IF IT’S NOTHING???
    • wAIT YOU’RE BUYING LIKE 5 BAGS TOO???
    • Like yeah he makes decent money from acting, but holy hell you’re rich
  • He honestly loves this so much though
    • You two are an amazingly dressed power couple!
    • You’ll take over the political world and he’ll take over the pop culture world <3
  • You end up giving him “prince” lessons
    • You teach him how to deal with the pressure of the public and how to speak politely but firmly
    • You make him walk with books on his head and record him even though that’s something you never had to do
    • You get him to quit smoking by telling him a true prince would never do such a thing
    • He almost cries
  • HE LOVES DOING PHOTO SHOOTS WITH YOU, HE WILL USE AN EXCUSE TO BE IN A MAGAZINE WITH YOU
    • “it’s your half birthday”
    • “it’s national best friend’s day”
    • “it’s tHE ANNIVERSARY OF THE DAY WE FIRST DID IT
    • zen pls no
  • He wears his future crown at home when no one is around
  • He’s really happy that you’re a public figure so he can flaunt you when you guys go out <3

*JAEHEE

  • She knew the second you introduced yourself in the chatroom!
  • She’s honestly dazzled, a real life princess??? What is this???
    • But she kept herself in check, she realized you probably have a lot of people who hound you on a regular basis, she didn’t wanna be one of them
  • But she honestly loves talking to about your country’s political system
  • With your leadership skills and Jaehee’s organizational skills, you both work together to implement programs for underprivileged children
    • You two are a power couple omg, literally unstoppable, you two even consider starting clean water projects in other countries???
    • Unstoppable
  • Jaehee considers opening a coffeeshop chain in your country
  • She loves seeing you dress up!!! You’re so adorable and beautiful in all the elegant clothing <3
    • She totally doesn’t take pictures of you when you aren’t looking, there’s no way she has an album of 300 pictures of you
  • She’s really afraid of how the world will react when they find out you two are actually together???
    • Dumbass tabloids think you two are “gal pals”
    • But you don’t care, even if you have to step down, you don’t care
    • “Listen Jaehee, I love you. You’re my best friend and I would not trade that for the world. If my country wants me to step down because I have a girlfriend, I will. I’ll find a life with you because I cannot imagine a life without you.”
    • tEARS SO MANY TEARS
  • Jaehee  highkey lowkey uses you to meet famous people (but she loves you, es okay)
    • You don’t really mind though, it makes her happy
    • So you take her to as many events as you can, you want to make her smile as much as you can
  • You love this precious little bean and you are going to give her the world

*JUMIN

  • Of course he knew who you were, he wasn’t an uneducated idiot
  • And while it was nice to know that you weren’t with him for the money
    • He was kinda disappointed???
  • You’re a princess, you have the entire world at your feet
    • He wanted to spoil you, but you??? Have??? Everything you want or need???
    • But with the help of Zen but with his brilliant mind, he was able to come up with stuff he knew you never got!
    • hE WILL MAKE SO MANY THINGS FOR U
  • He started making food for you <3
    • And yes it tastes terrible at first but it got better after awhile!
    • At the beginning he was the type to just put the entire egg with the shell in cake mix
    • hE’S SO CUTE IN AN APRON OMG
  • He takes knitting classes???
    • He knits you everything he possibly can, a sweater, scarf, gloves, beanies
    • He totally doesn’t knit a baby blanket and baby hat for your future kids
  • He supports your decision not become queen because you decided you wanted to do other than things than run a country
    • Like be his totally hot secretary
  • You eventually move into his place and he lowkey feels ashamed bc it’s so much smaller than what you’re used to
    • But you assure him that you prefer his place because smaller places feel so much more homey than mansions
  • You’re actually much busier than Jumin when it comes to work so he’s always home before you and he spoils you so much
    • When you come home, you can always expect a shoulder/back massage
    • There’s always a warm meal that he makes because he’s not letting someone else do something for you that he can
    • When you have really bad days at work, he runs a nice, hot bubble bath couple with candles and rose petals
    • He’s pretty much ur house spouse, who knew Jumin could take on such a domestic role???
  • But he’s still senpai in the sheets

*SAEYOUNG

  • Ofc he found out when he did a background search on you
  • And he’s so fascinated by you???
    • You help run a country??? You do so many good things
  • He’ll never understand though
    • How did someone as great as you fall for someone as terrible as him
  • Everything you do is so great and he’s stuck in a field of work that could get him killed
    • But with your power, you’re able to get him out of his job
    • And he’s so, so thankful to you
    • He doesn’t really let himself be vulnerable in front of you but when you told him you could help him, he cried for hours
  • What did he do to get someone as amazing you???
    • He doesn’t know it but you totally got someone to assassinate his dad
  • You actually help him get a job as an engineer <3
    • He hates using you for your connections but he knows he deserves the job, he’s not going to deny his talent and ability
    • He’s so thankful for you
  • And he becomes your right-hand man??? Anytime you need to make a difficult decision about your country, he’s there for you!!!
  • He gets a pet monkey so he can compare himself to Aladdin
    • “Listen children,,, you don’t know how hard life was for me,,, I was a beggar,,, always stealing food to survive,,,”
    • “Saeyoung, stop lying to the children and actually teach them, I wanted you to get the kids interested in computers”
    • “I was nothing but a boy with a monkey and a magic carpet,,,”
  • You two come up with a plan to get kids more interested in computers and he’s in charge <3
    • He loves teaching all the children! They’re all silly and goofy like him
  • He has no idea where he would be without you and he’s so glad he met you

*SAERAN

  • This boy has no idea, like none at all
  • Rika chose you to retrieve the phone, and he was just supposed to follow you
    • And he knows like nothing about pop culture “It’s useless information that’ll take up space in my brain” so he didn’t know who you were
  • He finds out one day when he sees an article about you helping open up a school in a third world country???
    • Like he thought you were amazing before
    • You were the one who helped him through his therapy, through all the nightmares that plagued his nights, through all the bad thoughts that overwhelmed him
    • In his head, you’d always been his queen
    • But it turns out you’re actually a princess?!?!
  • And you help so much around the world
    • He could deal with you being a princess if it weren’t for the fact that you were a huge philanthropist
    • You educated women in India about reproductive health??? You helped teach disabled children in China??? yOU DONATED 25 MILLION DOLLARS TO A HOSPITAL IN SEOUL???
  • He actually killed someone and you helped people live longer and better
  • He actually avoids you for a few weeks after he finds out
    • He’s just having a hard time coming to terms with it? You’re a goddess and he’s the devil, why are you with him?
  • But you weren’t having any of it, you literally kicked his door down, you gave him his space and now you were going to talk
    • He ends up crying in your lap
  • But you manage to talk it out with him and you make it very clear that you aren’t going anywhere
    • “I love you, okay? You don’t have to understand why I do, but you need to know that I do. I don’t care if you think I deserve better because I choose you, Saeran. I will always choose you.”
  • He eventually decides he wants to help people with you
    • Yes, he made a huge mistake in the past, one that he is so sorry for, and he will spend the rest of his life trying to make up for that
    • He’s no V, he’ll never be an angel, but he’s sure as hell gonna make the world a less crappy place
  • He comes up with so many great ideas!
    • Music programs for underprivileged children! Reading classes for uneducated adults! Programs that help teenagers get work experience!
  • He creates so many outreach programs and he’s so happy that you gave him the chance to do that
  • Started from the bottom now we’re here

*V

  • This boy is as clueless as Saeran
  • Between photography and Rika and being a dumbass, he doesn’t pay much attention to the world
  • ·      He ends up finding out through Jumin??
    • “Oh by the way MC’s father is going to be visiting my father, we’re going to talk about having MC model for one of our products”
    • “wHAT”
  • He’s honestly so happy though
    • You’re such a fantastic person who else could put up with him pining after Rika for so long and you deserve everything
    • You deserve all the praise and attention you get
  • He totally doesn’t fantasize about becoming a prince
    • And he so doesn’t go around singing Disney songs
    • “anD AT LAST I SEE THE LIGHT”
    • “what was that honey?”
    • “Thinking about the top 10 things a blind person will never say”
  • This boy is such a saint, you two implement a program to help disabled children
    • And not only does he help implement the program, but he actually participates in it???
    • Crying cause V deserves the world
  • He becomes your family’s official photographer!
    • This happens because he was lowkey salty when you hired someone else for an event
    • “Oh you need my help getting something from the high shelf??? Why don’t you ask that photographer?”
    • V pls shut up
  • But you do drag him to one of your photoshoots and after that he’s as addicted as Zen
    • You two make such a beautiful couple, how could he not be addicted???
    • He has pictures of you everywhere in his house
    • And he knows how much you love him, he can always feel it, but he absolutely adores the expression on your face when you’re looking at him and seeing it from an outside perspective makes him want to cry
  • He loves you so much, you’re his goddess <3

unrussledjimmys  asked:

More gaming au holy shit that's amazing I love it

a sequel to this


As it turned out, knowing conversational French and moving to a country that spoke only French was… slightly more difficult than Adrien predicted.

There were signs everywhere.

Maybe this was an odd thing to focus on, but trying to tell what was a brand name and what was a pun and what was simply a word he didn’t know yet was… something.

Which is exactly what he was going to use to justify to Nathalie why he’s been staring at the ingredients on a candy bar wrapper in this particular corner of the convenience store for the past ten minutes when she inevitably gets fed up with waiting for him.

Gélifiant. It looks enough like ‘gelatin’ that he’s suspicious, but ultimately, he was going to need to get his translator app out to tell for sure.

Which was really something he could’ve done ten minutes ago, except…

A loud, clear, boisterous laugh echoed over from the cash register, achingly, thrillingly familiar.

Adrien never would have expected it, but somehow, somehow he’d moved close enough to Ladybug’s place that they apparently went to the same convenience store.

Holy shit.

Which was why he really couldn’t go over there (even if there were goosebumps on his nape at the very thought), because Ladybug had expressed exactly no desire to meet up IRL, and he was pretty sure that ‘accidentally’ finding her would be an asshole move on his part.

She was friends with the cashier, he knew, because they’d been chattering for as long as he’s been standing here with absolutely no sign of stopping, and all told, his feet were starting to ache.

Ladybug dipped her voice into that rich, purring, playful tone that apparently was somehow even more effective in meatspace than it was coming out of his headset late at night (and that was saying something), and murmured something to her friend that Adrien wasn’t sure he could’ve translated even if it was in English.

(She was the reason he’d figured out he had a thing for voices, okay? His insides turned to caramel goo whenever she started talking like that.)

“Trouble finding anything, dude?”

Adrien jumped as he realized it was the cashier speaking to him, and unthinking, he raised his eyes.

There was, of course, the cashier, who was leaning over her station in a very distracting sort of way, and the girl next to her…

…Was very, very, very cute.

Athletic and tiny and cherubic with distractingly full lips and what may or may not have been a scattering of freckles over her nose and shoulders.

Cute enough that Adrien almost dismissed the possibility of her being Ladybug, because if Ladybug was that cute on top of being spectacular and amazing and every other superlative that came to mind, then that really wasn’t fair, and, really, the universe should be ashamed of itself.

And then she shot him a sheepish smile and said, “Sorry, I don’t work here. Gotta ask her.”

…Nope, that was definitely Ladybug. Whatever higher power was in charge of her creation should be given an award and then sent to the naughty corner.

Adrien, panicking, held up his candy bar and switched to English. “Sorry, do you have this in vanilla?”

Both girls blinked.

“N-no?” said the cashier, accent heavy with the sudden language switch. “I do not think so.”

Which would make sense, because it was a caramel bar, but—

“Alright, I’ll take this. Thank you.”

He sensed Ladybug frowning at the side of his head as he fumbled with his new credit card, but couldn’t stand to do much more than flash her a quick, awkward (probably blushing) smile as he paid for the goods and fled.

Two things:

  1. Ladybug could never, ever find out about this, and
  2. his life was probably about to get much… more difficult now that he had a face like that to put to his crush’s mind-melting voice.
Talks Machina Highlights - Liam’s Quest Part 2
  • This week’s Denise message: “If you were at Wondercon I was right beside you the whole time.”
  • No Talks Machina next week! Brian and Ashley will be on vacation. Marisha hints that there might be “a thing” in place of the show next week.
  • Advance heads-up on the new Vox Machina shirt! Info for buying will be on Thursday.
  • Little segment filmed at WonderCon where Brian quizzed CR cosplayers with a variety of trivia questions, including, of course, “What is Scanlan’s mother’s name?”
  • Travis abandoned the party four times in this episode. (everyone starts singing “True Colors”) The word “sausage” was uttered seven times, and the word “spaghetti” five times. 
  • Brian brings a picture of himself as a teenager to make everyone feel better about their own pictures that’ve been circulating since the episode. Travis: “Is that sharpie on your chin?”
  • Liam started planning this game before Stranger Things came out, so it was a bit more inspired by “It”.
  • A long time ago, Liam sent pictures of himself as a teenager to everyone in the text thread and they all responded by sending their own childhood/teen pictures back to him, but he couldn’t find that thread when he was setting up the oneshot. He had excellent one-line notes he sent to the artist for each of them.
  • Travis: “I might’ve tried to fight something, but I had no weapons. I had an inhaler.”
  • Liam: “I felt like I balanced it really well with a party of level ones and a demogorgon.”
  • The oldest kids in the game were the youngest IRL; it was just a switch.
  • Brian asks how intimidating it was to have Matt as a player. “Answer your question as though he weren’t sitting to my left in pajama pants.”
  • Kid!Liam was the dead body under the tree. The old man was also Liam. The idea was that Liam kept trying to be there with them through the dimensional shift, but there was already one Liam in that particular time, so squish.
  • One of the few places where there could’ve been a big divergence in the plot was if they’d managed to sneak up on old man Liam–he would’ve traveled with them.
  • Liam to Marisha: “Oldest or youngest, you’re still the toughest motherfucker in this group.”
  • Travis running away throughout the episode was true to life: he ran out of The Neverending Story, Jurassic Park, wouldn’t ride roller coasters, and didn’t see an R-rated movie until he was like 15. Marisha mentions that his reactions at Horror Nights are worth the price of admission.
  • Everyone got to pick their classes for the oneshot. Ashley picked rogue because it felt like what she would’ve been like IRL. Liam: “But you surprised us all and smeared yourself in blood and gore and screamed at the devil.” Everyone agrees that there may have been a multiclass there.
  • Unexpected things on Liam’s end: wasn’t expecting Ashley to be as metal as she was. Wasn’t expecting all the bowing to Satan. He wants to keep some of it ambiguous, but the group didn’t behave exactly the way he thought they would at the end. 
  • The crew was in on the last five seconds, but the lead-up defined what those last five seconds would mean. He’d thought about continuing the metaverse thing indefinitely, but with the way it wound up ending, he thought it was a pretty satisfying finale.
  • Marisha: “I’m an utter dumbass–” Ashley: “No, you’re not!” Long pause. Marisha, turning to Travis: “I’m an utter dumbass–” Travis: “Yes, you are.”
  • Ashley and her best friend put a full bottle of dish soap in the fountain outside the courthouse in Burbank. It bubbled up way more than they expected and was on the news. That was the tamest story she could tell from her teenage years.
  • Liam randomly selected which of them would die first in the demogorgon fight.
  • Brian asks Matt whether experiencing a TPK as a character made him less inclined to possibly cause a TPK with the main campaign. Matt, offscreen: “No.”
  • Marisha has a new tattoo on her wrist that’s the death saving throws indicator from the 5e character sheets.
  • Liam describing Marisha’s reaction to being squished: “It was like seven stages of grief… and then the bird over and over again.”
  • Liam got ideas from Neil Druckmann for specific lines to use to mess with Ashley.
  • It was a little over 20 minutes total of the speak-and-spell voice. Liam knew going in that Travis in particular would just lose it, which made it easier to slip in the more intense stuff. He’d had a lingering cough for a few weeks and was worried he wouldn’t be able to do the voice because he knew the scene wouldn’t quite have the same sort of tragicomic punch without it.
  • The crew was cued in on the phrase “Are you guys ready to play?” at the end.
  • Everyone agrees that they would’ve been good friends had they met as kids.
  • Liam on advice for new DMs who are nervous about trying something really off-the-wall. “If you’re scared of something, that’s what you should be moving towards.” Liam missed a window to say something to someone he lost last year, and so this game was his chance to come right out and say what he wanted to say most to these people.
  • Brian talks about Critical Role has always been about choosing your own family, and how that really shone through in the one-shot. “It was brilliant storytelling and execution… and executions.”

Talks Machine in the dark:

  • Liam first did the speak-and-spell voice when he was eight or nine years old. His son can do it, too. Travis tries to do it and goes a little Wookie instead.
  • As a ranger, Travis would have an otter companion because he loves otters so much. Everyone immediately reenacts the cute otter videos they’ve seen.
  • A Youtube ad for cheese dippers starts playing on the screen with the fireplace. Chaos ensues.
  • Marisha has a lot of dreams of the cast getting caught in a tsunami or a flood. Liam and Ashley have both dreamt of the cast just playing D&D.
  • At the next charity stream, Brian will let the cast decide what he should wear for an episode of Talks Machina.
  • Liam on Sam vs. Matt’s respective Vicious Mockeries: “Sam’s are more dopey zingers, and Matt’s… made me really feel bad.”
  • Everyone likes pineapple on pizza except for Marisha and Brian.
  • In terms of fighting classic horror-genre movie baddies, Ashley and Liam want to fight Xenomorphs, Travis wants to fight Freddy, Marisha wants to fight It.
Okay, so here’s a recollection of the best day of my fandom life? #ECCC

I’m usually just here to make short, dumb, spazzy comments, so bear with me, because this will probably be long. However, I’ll try not to be too repetitive and remember the interesting parts. ;) Apologies if the pics are effing huge. I don’t do this posting thing - ever. hahah

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Naruto Actor AU

In honor of reaching 500+ followers, I thoughts I’d post a little something as a thanks. So a HUGE thank you to all of you! :)

~An AU in which the entire cast of Naruto are actors for the show~ 

Headcanons: 

- In the beginning, despite their characters’ rocky start and mild hostility towards each other, Naruto and Sasuke were actually really good friends IRL. They had an instant connection with each other and it is said by staff that they had ‘great chemistry.’ 

- About halfway through filming the first part of Naruto, the two began to develop a little crush on each other. By Shippuden, they were completely smitten with each other. Itachi saw it coming a mile away. And makes it a habit to tease Sasuke about it. (’How’s your boyfriend doing, little brother?’ ‘ Naruto isn’t my boyfriend!’ ‘Ah, foolish little brother, I didn’t say Naruto, did I?’ ‘…shut the fuck up, Itachi.’) 

- The Land of Wave Arc was the one of the most intense scenes they had to film during their younger years. The staff was worried they wouldn’t be able to pull ‘The Bridge’ scene off, however, they were pleasantly surprised when the boys managed to surpass their expectations. Kakashi may have even teared up a little when Sasuke ‘died.’ 

- Sasuke and Sakura are actually good friends off screen. Unlike her character, Sakura doesn’t pine of Sasuke, instead she considers herself his best ‘gal pal’ and was the one to convince Sasuke to ask Naruto out. 

- Hinata is far from the shy character that’s seen on screen. She’s very outgoing and friendly towards everyone on set. Sometimes it annoys her to have to play such a timid character. 

- Lee drinks about three grande sized coffees from Starbucks everyday before shooting in order to upkeep his character’s bountiful energy. Though sometimes he overdoes it a little. (’Pssst, Neji. Neji, guess what?’ ‘…’ ‘I can hear colors.’ ‘…yes, well, on that note, I’ll be calling you an ambulance.’)

- The Akatsuki are actually a close knit group. They go out for karaoke parties every Friday. You better believe Pein absolutely dominates.’ 

- Itachi is kind of the ‘mom’ on set and bakes muffins for the entire cast and crew every Sunday. 

- Sasuke is a huge nerd and still attends school because just because he’s a hot star now, doesn’t mean education isn’t important. He’s studying to become an architect. 

- All the actors do their own stunts on set and each of the cast members have a background in martial arts which makes fights scenes relatively easier to choreograph. Sometimes they even take creative liberties in their fighting scenes to provide better flow. 

- During the Five Kage vs. Sasuke fight, Sasuke actually got severely injured doing one of the stunts. Naruto was a nervous wreck the two weeks Sasuke was hospitalized. Naruto channeled those feelings into his acting during his breakdown in the snow. Needless to say, most of the cast and crew were on the verge of tears.

- Ino and Sakura are really gay for each other. Unlike Naruto and Sasuke, they don’t try to hide it. 

- The Team 7 reunion at Orochimaru’s hideout took about thirty takes to film because Naruto couldn’t stop laughing at Sasuke’s outfit. (’Oh my God, you look like a gay pirate!’ ‘Fuck you, Naruto! It’s called fashion!’)

- Off set when Naruto and Sasuke are alone, they often snuggle up to each other on Naruto’s couch and kiss away and accidental bruises they may have inflicted on each other during more intense fight scenes. (HC provided by @rei-scarlet)

- Itachi is seen profusely apologizing to Sasuke whenever they finish filming scenes together. (’I’m sorry I had to slam you into the wall, little brother.’ ‘It’s okay, Itachi, it’s just acting. I’m fi–’ *bursts out sobbing* ‘You’re so forgiving and pure! Here, take my wallet!’ ‘Itachi…what the fuck?’)

- Team 7 and Team Taka make it a point to hang out together every Saturday after shooting. 

- During panels and fan events, the cast sometimes re-enact some scenes from the show. Naruto and Sasuke get asked to re-enact their accidental kissing scene at least once a panel to which they kindly refuse. But make up for by re-enacting some of their other more, emotional scenes. 

- The entire cast reads fanfiction, occasionally if they’re feeling up to it, they’ll read out a few during panels.  If they do end up reading fics, Kakashi always manages to sneak a few rated ones into the mix. 

** And that’s all I have for now. Feel free to add more! ^^ 

MY FRIEND IS THINKING ABOUT SUICIDE.

I have a friend who I know over Skype. We’ve been talking a lot, and we’ve become very good friends. However, she vanished and went offline for a few weeks for no reason. I already knew she was having some IRL issues, so I figured she was trying to work them out.

I’d rather not explain why she was offline for so long, but when she returned, she told me she was contemplating suicide.

This is simply something I CANNOT ALLOW. I WILL NOT ALLOW SOMEONE I CARE ABOUT TO THROW AWAY THEIR LIFE.

REBLOG THIS, SHOW YOUR SUPPORT, ANYTHING YOU CAN DO. If I get enough support, I’d like to show this to her so she can see how many people care for her. Please, help me out.

Thank you.

And Everybody Wanna Taste [oak x reader] [NSFW]

Pairing: Oak x Reader

Requested?: yes m’am! “Your writing is sooooo good! It’s rare to find a good smut writer, and you are great! Can I request some Oak smut, please? Reader is jealous of his new co-star because they play love interests. She finally breaks down and admits her jealousy after a night out drinking with a group that includes the co-star. They get home & he shows his dominate side to prove to her that he belongs to her. There’s just not enough Oak fics! Thank you!”

Summary: After hanging around set and soaking in the experience of watching your love do what he loves, you’re startled by the jealousy that blooms in your chest when watching Oak interact with a new costar- one that conveniently plays his love interest, a role you’re used to filling in Oak’s life. Needless to say, Oak brings out your dom/sub roles (see what I did there??) once alone and squashes your doubt.

Includes: all o’ dat sinny sin sin hunnies (a touch of daddy kink but not a ton, mega dirty talk, some dom/sub dynamics etc etc)

A/N: i made myself turned on while writing this?? goddamn sami u need to chill. also, I added in the (fictionalized) role of dolley madison to the show in this fic, as I figured she’d be the best direct love interest for oak to have in the show since he not only plays madison, but dolley and eliza were friendsies irl. hope that makes sense! sometimes you gotta take a bit of creative license

“Babe, you ready to head to the theatre?”

Oak’s deep voice rolled through the apartment you two shared, washing over you as you slipped a paperback into your bag. You doubt you’d need it, considering you were looking forward to watching Oak work with his craft, but you liked to come prepared.

“Yup, ready when you are!” you called back to him, where he was presumably doing the same as you and getting ready for the afternoon at work.

Oak walked out of your bedroom, bag in tow, and took your hand in his as you walked through the door, locking it behind the two of you.

As you walked to the sub station, you swung your connected hands back and forth. “So, you nervous for working with the new actors?” 

Oak shook his head, swiping a metropass through the turnstile. “Nah. Mainly just nervous for the scenes involving Dolley and James interacting, since that’ll really be my only serious interaction with any of the newbies onstage.”

Previously, a close friend of yours had played the role of Dolley, an instance you had no problem with. You trusted your friend with your whole heart, plus she was a mutual friend between both you and Oak. You’d always been content in the knowledge that absolutely no feelings were shared between the two of them.

But the reminder that someone new would be getting up close and personal with your boyfriend hit you in the face. When Oak had originally told you the first time, it hadn’t quite sunk in, since both Oak and your friend had been fixtures of the Hamilton cast since the beginning of the show. But now, confronted with watching the first practice between Oak and some random new girl, you weren’t quite sure how to feel.

You bit your lip nervously before replying, “I’m sure you’ll do fine babe.”

Oak, not noticing your tension, squeezed your hand softly and gave you a warm smile of thanks in reply.

“Also, I almost forgot, most of the cast is going out for drinks tonight to welcome the new castmembers, and of course you’re invited with the other significant others, so are you down for that?” 

Your stomach dropped slightly. Great. Drinks, likely in some sweaty club with a big crowd and loud music, were a perfect opportunity for new-Dolley to wedge her way into Oak’s personal life.

You shook your head, thinking, God Y/N, have a little faith, will ya?, before replying brightly, “Sure, I’d love to meet everyone!” as the subway car stopped at the correct station.

Oak returned a smile as the two of you stepped off the train and headed for the Richard Rogers. 

“OAKKK!” Daveed bellowed as soon as the two of you were backstage.

You rolled your eyes, chuckling, as you commented, “You guys saw each other yesterday.

Daveed turned to you after finishing an intense bro-hug with Oak, “What? Not my fault you’re always stealin my man. Can’t I be happy to see him?”

You laughed as you headed out to your favorite seat in front of the stage. It was smack in the center, a few rows back, giving you prime vantage point to see your boyfriend and his friends and colleagues work their magic.

Unfortunately, it also gave you prime viewing of new-Dolley, as you’d mentally nicknamed her.

She was gorgeous, with hair flowing like a river as she moved in tandem with Oak during the scenes involving James and Dolley. Lac’s music wrapped the room in warmth, only elevating the mounting jealousy you could feel bubbling up inside. They moved so perfectly together, hips swaying, arms wrapped around each other, deep looks into each others’ eyes. 

Halfway through rehearsal, you couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing your bag, you sped up the aisle to the public restrooms, not wanting to get snagged backstage. 

Once surrounded by the porcelain tiles, you splashed cool water onto your face, willing yourself silently to calm down. You know he’s not going to cheat on you or anything of the sort, you thought, so why so jealous of the other girl? Deep down however, you knew. Whether you liked it or not, and whether Oak believed it or not, the girl was hot. She was slim and trim and graceful and part of his profession and-

“Y/N?”

You turned to face Pippa, who was silhouetted in the doorway. 

“Oh, uh, yeah?” You discreetly glanced at your watch, having lost track of time.

A warm smile crossed her face as she beckoned to you. “C’mon, we’re all heading out for drinks now, I hope you’re coming with!” 

You managed a weak smile in return and followed her to climb in the Uber with Daveed, Lin, Oak, and Renee. 

Once at the bar, Lin opened up a tab, boisterous as ever, shouting, “Let’s get this party started and show our new members how Hamilton rolls!”

You rolled your eyes, smiling as you joined Oak and a few others at a high table. Lin was so energetic that to those who didn’t know him well, he likely already seemed drunk despite being entirely sober.

A voice pulled you out of your thoughts, asking, “Yo, Y/N, you want some shots?”

You turned to find Rafa standing next to you, and grinnned. “Rafael Casal, what are you doing here?”

Rafa lazily replied, jerking a thumb in Daveed’s direction, “Well, Diggs can’t get a girl, so I’m his S.O. for the night. You want some Jack?”

You nodded your head at the dirty blonde, desperately wanting the feel of Jack Daniels slipping down your throat to distract you from your self-imposed misery.

Across the table, Oak and new-Dolley were engaged in conversation, heads close together. You dug your nails into your palm, trying to placate your rising acidity.

Dammit, where was Rafa with those shots?

After several minutes of tension and attempting to tear your eyes away from Oak and his castmate, Rafael returned with a small tray, with four shotglasses neatly balanced on the shiny surface.

You quirked an eyebrow. “Four?”

He smirked at you. “Two each. You need to loosen up or you’ll scare off new-Dolley.”

You stuck your tongue out at your friend. He knew you all too well.

Linking arms, you each grabbed for a shotglass and knocked it back, grinning at each other as the amber liquid burned and then subsided into a satisfying warmth.

Pippa and Jazz, seated cattycorner to the two of you, chanted playfully, “More! More! More!” 

Not wanting to disappoint, you and Rafa pulled a party trick you’d both perfected in college- balancing a shotglass on the tip of your pinky at just the right angle for it to pour into the other’s mouth. 

Pippa and Jazzy cheered at the display, clearly tipsy, before pulling your onto the dancefloor. For a while, you completely forgot about your boyfriend and your worries about his hot new costar, getting lost in the beat with two of your wildest friends. 

After many fast-paced songs, you decided to go for a break and returned to the table to rest. Upon arrival, you noticed that Oak and new-Dolley were still cozied up, and you leaned an elbow on the table, chin in your palm, observing the avant-garde modern art on the walls of the bar and directing your thoughts anywhere but in front of you.

“Um, Y/N?”

You shook your head slightly, clearing your eyes, and turned to find none other than new-Dolley holding a palm out to you. 

“Hi, I’m Kelsey, I play Dolley now. Are you a friend of Oak’s?”

Your body blazed in flame. You gritted your teeth, giving her your signature sugary sweet I’m-not-going-to-destroy-you-because-I’m-polite-but-you-fucked-up smile. “Hmm, you could say that I’m a bit of a friend, I suppose.” you hissed.

Kelsey replied simply with a gracious smile and a “Nice to meet you,” before returning to her seat.

Daveed and Lin shared a look across the table.

Oak, cheeks reddened by the entire situation, slipped off his barstool quickly and strode the short distance over to you. Laying down two twenties onto the table to pick up your shared portion of the tab. As he clapped a hand to Lin’s shoulder in thanks, he announced to the group, “We’re going to head out, Y/N’s got an early start tomorrow and I don’t want her to be too sore from all this partying!” 

His fellow castmates playfully groaned in return but bid you goodbye and goodnight as the two of you made your way outside to the waiting Uber.

Once inside the leather interiored car, Oak slipped a hand over your thigh and spoke lowly, “I lied. The only reason you’ll be sore tomorrow is because of me.”

You swallowed as the car moved towards your apartment, navigating easily through the New York night.

Once home, Oak strode through the door ahead of you, purposefully, as you set your purse and keys onto the small table by the door before heading to your bedroom. Before your feet even made it over the threashold, Oak had you firmly lying on the bed beneath him.

“Baby girl, what got into you tonight?” he intoned.

You struggled to find words. “I’m not sure.”

Oak chuckled, his laugh rumbling through his chest. “I think you know, darling.”

You squirmed beneath him at the proximity of how close he was to you.

“I think you were jealous.” Oak breathed out, air warm as it moved across your skin.

“Maybe.” you bit back at him.

“Well I think you have absolutely no reason to be. You know why?”

“Why, Oak?”

His hands dipped down below your dress, just brushing slightly at the wetness in your panties.

“Because I belong to you, and you belong to me.” he whispered.

“I don’t think that’s as good of a reason as I’m looking for.” you replied, half-kidding, half-serious.

His free hand came to rest at your throat, thumb fluttering in the hollow of your neck. Oak’s lips closed the distance to graze his next words over your slightly parted ones.

“Would you like me to show you?”

Yes. Everything.

You could only manage the smallest of nods. 

“Out loud, Y/N.” Oak’s quiet insistence fell hot on the shell of your ear.

You wet your lips with your tongue. Decided. Truthfully, you’d decided as soon as the first sip of Jack Daniels made it down your throat.

“Yes. Oak.”

The first word was a response, but the second was pure desperation. Both of them Oak lapped up with a growl and another sobriety-banishing kiss.

When he drew back that time, he did it fully, releasing your wrists and parting your bodies with a backward step. You could see the rise and fall of his chest and you were sure your own wasn’t faring much better.

This is happening.

“Safeword.” He was dead serious. Your heart leapt into your throat.

Oh god, oh fuck. Happening. Finally.

“Slipper.”

You received a single nod to your blurted safeword, and it was your only warning before Oak made the gap between you two disappear again. This time his hands found the small of your back. For whatever reason, even more than the kiss, the intimacy budding now felt volatile. On a hair-trigger, a torrent of lust could come rushing down and bury you both; molten, devastating.

And then Oak opened his mouth.

Pressing kisses down your skin as he slipped off your dress, he spoke, “I know you want to feel owned, sweetheart. Possessed. Possessed like your very existence is defined by the need to do exactly as you’re told, and then beg daddy for more. More of what? Well that doesn’t fucking matter. What matters is that you’re mine, and you belong to me, and you know it. Just as how I belong to you. We’re inseparable. We fit together like puzzle pieces.”

Oak paused in his monologue as he slipped off your bra and panties before continuing.

“I know you try to pretend. Pretend like I don’t have absolute power and control over you. A power to make you feel sexy. Insatiable. To be mine in every fucking way because only I know that that is exactly what you want. Exactly what you need. A power you give me to make you my whore. My whore, hungry and eager to be a slut for me. Only for me. And you know what? I would never have eyes for another woman after experiencing a life with you. The amount of trust and love you’ve placed within me to provide you pleasure by humiliation. To know your deepest darkest secrets without judgement or shame. I could never ever find this love and trust with any woman but you, Y/N.”

You gasped a shuddering breath in. “Oak…” you groaned out.

Oak’s fingers swiped a gentle stripe up your slit. “You’re already wet at the thought of my hard cock filling your pretty pussy, aren’t you? Oh baby girl, don’t even try to deny it. I see it written all over your beautiful face.”

All you could do is moan in response as Oak continued his artful torture.

“Do you see the way I look down at you, my eyes heavy with lust and drinking in every inch of your beautiful sexy body? Do you see the way I kneel and slip my hands into the crook of both legs, behind your knees, and spread those sexy fucking legs wide? Do you my love?”

You nodded at Oak’s emphasis of his adoration for you, his reassurance that not matter what, he’d choose you over any silly costar.

He continued. “Good. Now lay back. Lay back so I can taste my pussy. I want to play with my toy.”

Oak leaned forward, tongue licking a wide stripe up your slit, collecting the wetness on his tongue. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good baby.”

He began to go to work, alternating attention to your sensitive clit and your dripping wet pussy. Your hands went to bury themselves in his hair, more grown out than usual.

“Ah ah- take your hands off me.”

You refused to follow Oak’s instruction, hips bucking against his mouth and tongue as he slipped two fingers into your pussy.

“I said hands off. Now. You won’t be ready for this cock until you’ve cum on my face first.” he scolded, pulling his fingers away from your aching core.

You moved them to your sides, clenching at the bedsheets as Oak’s thick fingers returned.

“Good girl. And mmmm… baby girl I’m making such a mess of your cunt. Such a wet greedy mess. But I know you love it. And I love showing you how much I love you.”

You moaned out in response to Oak’s statement, “Fuck, Oak, you feel too damn good-” threading your hands through his hair once again.

“Ah ah. Hands. Off. Out of my hair. I warned you. Do you want this cock?” he questioned while circling your clit roughly with the pad of his thumb. “Answer me sweetheart. Do you want this cock?”

“God Oak, please fuck me, please I just want to be filled with your cock.”

“Hmmm of course you do baby girl, of course you want daddy’s cock. You’re so fucking hungry baby.”

“Fuck daddy, you’re going to make me cum, fuck-”

Your statement was cut off by your own piercing moan, as Oak’s skilled fingers and tongue brought you to a crescendo of pleasure, tipping you off the cliff of your orgasm.

Oak fucked you through it with his fingers, murmuring, “Mmm… oh my… good girl. Fuck, I love it when you lose control like that.”

After a few blinding moments where you could barely catch your breath, you blearily opened your eyes and reached for Oak, bringing his lips to yours in a firm kiss. 

When you both pulled away, Oak smiled at you warmly, praising, “You’ve done well baby girl. I think you’re ready for me now. Turn around for me, up on all fours.”

Rising onto your hands and knees, you positioned yourself in the center of the bed as Oak walked behind you, slipping off his own clothing.

“God, you look delicious. Fuck, baby girl, how could you think I could ever want another woman when I have your gorgeous, intelligent and fiery soul all to myself?”

Though Oak’s words warmed your heart and lit up your love, you could only let out a strangled moan as the thick head of his cock parted your soaked folds and began to stretch your pussy.

“Mmmm, yes. Oh baby girl, I love the way you take my cock. So tight but so yielding, so wet… so tight… so fucking hot… fuck.”

You reflexively arched your back in response to Oak’s statement, wanting only to have his cock further inside of you. He held your hips as you bounced your ass back towards his hips, allowing him to fuck you hard.

“Fuck, daddy, you feel so fucking good in my pussy, god I needed you all of tonight-”

“Tell daddy what you need.”

“I need your cock filling me up, pounding into me, please I just need you to keep fucking me.”

Oak let out a moan of his own. “Yes, that’s right. You need my cock. You need me to fuck you like this, slamming my entire thick, hard cock into you. Pounding your cunt. Fucking ruining you. Fucking you the way I know you love it.”

His thick length was merciless, rubbing at the most sensitive spots of your walls. He hit home, thrusting at just the right angle to apply pressure to your g spot, and you moaned so loudly the neighbors below likely heard.

But you didn’t care.

“Good. Good girl that’s it, I love pulling your hair like that, hearing you moan like that.” Oak praised as you crept closer and closer to your second orgasm of the night.

“Fuck, fuck, Oak- fuck, I’m going to cum, I’m going to-”

“Do it. Come for me, baby girl. Fall to pieces all over my fucking cock. Explode for me. Be a good girl for me and cum for me.”

You let out a scream as your orgasm came tumbling over you, sparking every nerve ending in your body and blinding your vision.

Oak followed you seconds later, thrusting through your orgasm and his own before collapsing beside you, spent.

After your breathing slowly began to even out, you eased your eyes open and looked at Oak beside you, who was already admiring your beautiful features.

You smiled softly. “Thank you.”

He pulled you into his arms, tucking your head into his strong chest as he rubbed a hand over your back soothingly. “I just wanted to make sure you felt loved and appreciated, baby girl. I truly would never trade my relationship with you for anything in the world.”

“Yes, but you still have a very hot costar to look at all day-” you jokingly pandered, but got cut off by Oak cheekily pinching at your ass.

“Do you honestly think that I ever look at any other woman after seeing your gorgeous body undressed for me? No m’am.” he clucked, and you giggled in response.

“I love you, Oak.”

“I love you, Y/N, and I always will.”


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destin.

Originally posted by sgfgdolans

requested by anon.

Can u do a thing where ur sister comes to visit with her boyfriend and she always teases u about not having one so like Taehyung pretends to be ur bf and he makes you do the stupidest things like male sexual noises in ur ve and shit but u end up dating irl also very fluffy and cute tae💖💖💖💕💕ily!💕💕💕💖💖

destin; french for destiny.

destiny; ˈdɛstɪni

  • the events that will necessarily happen to a particular person or thing in the future.
  • the hidden power believed to control future events; fate.

word count: 1.4k

a/n: ngl this isn’t my best work, purely buck fluff is hard to write but i hope you like it anyway

“Taehyung, please pretend to be my boyfriend over the course of the next two weeks cuz my sister and her boyfriend are gonna come and I don’t wanna be teased.” I said all in one breath, causing me to breathe in heavily, evoking a smile on Taehyung’s face. “What do I get out of that?” he laughed as he took a sip of his latte. “You get to spend time with me?” “I spend time with you everyday… we like live together…” “Please.” I said, dragging it out so much that it was almost me being cute. “Ugh, fine. But I’m taking the lead on this mission.” he said as he ruffled my hair and placed a very much platonic kiss on my forehead.


“___! I haven’t seen you in ages, baby sister!” my sister screamed when I opened my apartment door. “Nice to see you too.” I laughed as I hugged her, when I pulled away I awkwardly greeted her boyfriend, we weren’t exactly close. “So, any boyfriend? Or are you still single as always?” she joked, causing me to roll my eyes. “Babe! Who is it?” Taehyung suddenly called, I had forgotten that we just agreed to pretend we were dating. “Babe?” my sister asked, causing me to laugh and walk towards Taehyung, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room. “Babe, this is my sister and her boyfriend.” I smiled at him as I introduced the two strangers to him. “Nice to meet the both of you, I’m Taehyung, ___’s boyfriend.”

“You never told me you got a boyfriend!” she screamed as she jumped up and down. “It was a low-key thing, we haven’t told many people.” I laughed. “Yeah, we’re keeping this between the few people we have told.” Taehyung chuckled as he walked over to me and placed a kiss on the top of my head, nuzzling me afterwards. “I’m so glad you finally have someone!” “Me too.” I smiled as I wrapped my arms around my ‘boyfriend’.

“You guys should kiss right now. It would be so romantic!” my sister squealed, causing Taehyung and I to awkwardly look at each other, we knew it was inevitable but so soon? I released by wrap around him and he rubbed the back of his neck. The next thing she said didn’t help with awkwardness, “We should go on a double date some time! I mean we’re staying here anyway so why not spend some more quality time together?” she spoke, once again, jumping up and down. “Sure, maybe later this week? We’re a bit busy with school work right now…” Taehyung lied. “That’s fine! As long as it happens! But you guys still need to kiss!” she squealed as she anticipated the moment. Taehyung, suddenly bursting with energy, turned to me, pulled me in and placed his lips against mine. I must say it was probably one of the best kisses of my life.


“Fuck, what are we supposed to do? Go on this stupid double date and risk being seen?” I asked as I paced around the small gap between the two shelves in the uni library. “Well people might just assume that we’re just friends, they know we’re close.” he replied, raising his head from his book. “But what if they don’t? And we’re gonna have to act all coupley for my sister.” I said, sighing in frustration as I threw myself onto the chair opposite my ‘boyfriend’. “I say go for it, let’s live a little.”


“I’m so excited for our lunch date! I know the perfect place! I used to go there all the time!” my sister said as she wrapped her arm around her boyfriend’s. “We used to go there all the time.” he corrected her as he placed a kiss on her forehead. “Sure, I’m up for it. As long as my cute ass girlfriend over here is.” Taehyung laughed as he wrapped his arm around my waist. “Of course I am.” I said, smiling, as I tiptoed slightly to place a kiss on his left cheek. “You two are the cutest!” my sister squealed for the nth time since she appeared at my house.


“I say when we get home we mess around.” Taehyung whispered into my ear as the food was being served by the sleazy looking waiter. “What the fuck do you mean?” I whispered back, my shock being slightly evident in my voice. “I mean, let’s make sex noises to like pretend we’re, you know; like why not have fun when we’re both just pretending anyway?” “Ugh, I hate the shit you drag me into.”

“What are you two lovebirds talking about?” my sister asked as she shoved a spoonful of food into her mouth. “You know, stuff. Couple stuff.” “Like?” “We’re planning our next date.” “Already? This one just got started! You two are eager!” she laughed as she turned her attention to her boyfriend. “You’re so bad at lying, ___.” Taehyung muttered before having a bite of my food. “You’re not much better, babe.” I whispered back, emphasising the ‘babe’ just to mess around.


Later that night, Taehyung and I went through with our plans. We started off slow and never become really loud but we definitely sounded like we were sinning but the trick was, play a video game with your best friend on silent. “This is so fun.” he laughed as tried to beat me at this round of Mortal Kombat. The more we played, the more sexual things sounded to others. We had to try so hard to hold back our laughter in between, I was laughing so hard that I was flat on my back in tears. Taehyung quickly joining my side with laughter. Suddenly, in the midst of our laughing fit, we heard a knock at the door, “Hey, kids, I know you’re in love but can you guys keep it down a bit?” “Oh my God…” I whispered to Taehyung as I turned to hold his body out of embarrassment. “I’m sorry, we’ll keep it down.” Taehyung voiced as he turned to wrap his arm around me.

“Why did you get so embarrassed, babe?” he smirked as he lifted himself onto his right elbow. “I didn’t expect her to come and say that!” I said, letting go of Taehyung and covering my red face. “Aww, my baby is embarrassed.” he chuckled as he placed a kiss on my forehead. “Stop that!” “We’re dating!” “Ugh, at this rate I might actually fall for you!” I joked but subconsciously knew that it was definitely possible. “I wish you would!” he laughed back at me.


“Sorry about last night.” Taehyung chuckled as he entered the kitchen the next morning. “Don’t worry about it, you two are still full of energy and aren’t drained from work life.” my sister chuckled as she poured in some milk to her cereal. “Well, I’m taking ___ on a breakfast date so don’t wait around for us and enjoy your time with your boyfriend.” Taehyung smiled as he poured himself a glass of water and left to go back to me.

“I told your sister that we’re going on a breakfast date so now we have to go.” Taehyung threw at me as he walked back into my room. “You what?” I laughed in complete disbelief. “Yeah, let’s go to that cafe that you love, my treat, babe.”


“You really didn’t have to do this, we could’ve just had McDonald’s.” I laughed as I was being handed my favourite breakfast item from the menu. “This is the least I could do.” “For what?” “For you, my best friend and girlfriend.” he chuckled as he was handed his latte. “You haven’t managed to fall for me, have you?” I said, half-joking, half-hopeful. “What if I did? What would you do about it?” he answered, turning it back onto me. “Probably date you, why not live a little?” I said, using his previous words. “Then why don’t we do exactly that.” he smirked. “What? Date? You’re joking.” I laughed as I took a sip from my own coffee. “Nope, not at all. I want to be with you, for real. It’s been fun pretending and I’m already comfortable around you, probably more than your sister is around her boyfriend.” “Fine, let’s live a little.”

Our experience at Dashcon 2014

I’ve been trying to decide whether or not I actually want to talk about our Dashcon experience.  If you know us IRL you’ll know that my wife and I recently went on a trip to Canada/Chicago purely to attend Dashcon.  And following what happened with the convention, I was in two minds.  Do we simply wash our hands of the whole situation, or do we talk about what happened?

Given that my wife received an anonymous message on her blog telling her to go and hang herself, I was leaning more toward the former.  I almost wanted to pretend like we were never there.  But after reading almost everything about the disaster, I think there are a couple of things that need to be said from our perspective.

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His Cinderella

Summary: On the run from a crazy ex, Y/N runs up and kisses this random yet handsome guy. Oblivious to the fact that she’s capturing her greatest hero, The Flash’s mind, she goes on with her life. Though what happens on their next meet? Will Prince charming finally find his Cinderella?

Category: Falling in love
030: “Can I kiss you?”

Pairing: Barry Allen x doctor!reader
Words: 3155
Warning: none that I’m aware of… I used the word hell?

A/N: So just found out I’m gonna do my English exam next Friday. For both practice and pleasing you lovelies, I thought I’d try to write even more this upcoming week – though I’m not sure how this brilliant win/win idea will work out IRL, so don’t hold your breaths…:/

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Can I kiss you?!” A girl popped up in front of Barry. She was out of breath, her forehead shining from the sweat after a what-seemed-like-a long run. Just when Barry was about to answer, her lips met his. If it hadn’t been for the fact that she had taken him by surprise, he would have noticed so much more about her. Like the way her eyes sparkled when their gazes met, the way her hair seemed to perfectly frame her head, the way her chapped lips glowed in the daylight.

But she did take him by surprise, and all he could think of, were how those chapped, yet soft lips felt against his. It wasn’t an ordinary setting for Barry (to have random girls coming up kissing him). Though for some reason, it felt natural. So he closed his eyes and started kissing back – a very un-Barry and bold move, that he instantly regretted when the warm feeling disappeared not long after.

“Thanks! You’re a real hero!” It was just by pure luck, that Barry managed to get a slightly better look at her before she ran. The last thing he saw being a pair of red cheeks and Y/E/C eyes. It certainly was a way to brighten up his day – who wouldn’t have liked to get kissed by a girl? Though at the same time, Barry still felt something fishy about what had just happened, and he was dying to know why the sudden urge for the beautiful girl to kiss him: it wasn’t like that happened on a daily basis in Central City.

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In which Caitlin muses on fandom, real life, and the strange parallel existence of a pen name.

Here’s a really important thing I don’t fully understand yet, but I’m trying hard to figure out:

In a very real way, I– that is to say, the person you know as Caitlin–don’t exist outside of Sherlock.

I mean, yeah. I’m Cait. That’s me. Simple, right? Except, that’s not who I am in the actual physical real world. She’s a part of me, but actually really split off from the rest of my life. She’s much more outgoing and social and, yes, much more talented than I am. She’s the better parts of my personality and all of my moderate writing talent.

With all that said, it’s not just an online life. She spills over into the real world. My fan friends all call me Cait. I order my Starbucks drinks under that name. People I have shared drinks and beds and secrets with probably couldn’t even tell you my IRL name. My best friend’s kids call me Aunt Cait.

(None of this is particularly healthy. I never claimed to have a stable sense of self.)

So what happened was this: When S4 came along, and demolished (gleefully, vindictively, cruelly demolished) everything I thought I knew and understood about this fictional universe, I was left without this shared reality to keep her existence and mine together simultaneously.

I sincerely and truthfully did not know how to continue existing as Cait. 

I hit a hard wall, guys. and for a long time, it just seemed too high and too daunting to ever get over. I couldn’t even think about Sherlock and John, or look at pictures of them, or think about all the hopes we collectively had that were dashed against the bricks of…whatever the fuck that was, without finding myself in tears.

So I tried to move on, because… what else does one do? The real world, as crappy as it is, still demands bills to be paid and groceries to be bought and children and spouses to be loved and cared for properly. 

So I did. Like we all did, I tried my best to put my life back together into something like it used to be. Before all this madness sucked me in and literally made me into a different person.

But you know what? As much as I will tell you I’m not actually Caitlin Fairchild, the thing is…I am. This persona is also part of who I really am. I mean, duh. Obviously. 

But it took me awhile to figure that out, and a little longer to figure out that I really, really, *really* miss being her. 

Becoming Cait has brought so much to my life, and she really led me to a place where I saw how much more there is for me to do and see and say and be in this world. She brought me friends and fun and creativity and love and opened horizons I never even considered.

I don’t want to lose that. I don’t want to lose that amazing creativity, that fun, that companionship. I don’t want to lose what we built, here, together. Not without a hell of a fight.

So. Here I am. 

And I gotta tell you, jeez, I don’t even know who I am anymore. I really don’t. But I do know this: there’s just not enough love and joy in the world, and I am not willing to just throw it all away without even trying to get some of it back. My “real” life is good, but this life is something incredibly special, and I’m not letting it go without at least trying to find some of those beautiful things again.

I can’t make any promises. I still don’t know if I can climb over the wall. But I’ve decided to stop bashing my head against the bricks, and instead I’m gonna try going down the road a bit and seeing if I can find a door instead. 

No promises, but I think it could be a really interesting adventure. Care to walk a while with me?

Special Fic Rec ❤❤

Ok so, I began this blog on December 9th, well, actually I’ve been on tumblr since 2013 (nice, old Naruto Era), yet, I consider this one the actual date of this blog birth, since it was the day I posted my first BTS Fanfiction - Sanitarium (which I still hold very dearly to my heart).

To be honest, even if writing has been one of my passions for many years, I never expected much from my own stories, especially since English killed me in more than one way (ah, it kicked my ass so hard during my high school days lol); yet, I surprisingly found an incredible amount of happiness in writing for seven lovely dorks - not to talk about the crazy, wonderful authors and friends I had the pleasure to meet here, people who helped me grow and who gave me some of the most pleasurable reading moments of my life :’)

But I was saying, I didn’t expect much from posting my fics, yet, nearly 5 months later, I reach my first mile stone. Really, I can’t believe it: 1k people are reading my fics, and supposedly they also enjoy them. It happened quite fast, in my opinion, and I also know I’ve been very lucky for many authors are amazing and still don’t have the exposure they deserve! It takes them a lot of hard work when they should really be appreciated a lot more! This is why, to celebrate this milestone (ok, compared to other authors is not that big of a number, but still I consider it an important accomplishment ;^;) I decided to do a special, big fic rec to share the talent filling this social!! 

Some of these writers are super known actually, yet others have a smaller public: they have such a fantastic way with words tho, such a breath-taking creativity, that I just needed to tag them and link their stories - hopefully, some of you will fall in love with their work too; please, if so, go send them all a lot of love, for they are not holy amazing authors but also amazing people :’)

And I’m incredibly happy to have some of them as mutuals, if not even as friends <3 <3

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A Rose By Any Other Name (Epilogue)

Harry Styles Au

Masterlist

Warnings: Angst, smut, and then a little more angst and smut.

Dedicated to: 

My IRL BFF Julia ( @hllwys) For being my guinea pig and reading all my first drafts for this series.

Dawn ( @whoopsharrystyles) and Laney ( @hardliquorhaz) for being one of the first blogs to read/reblog/give me feedback. The story wouldn’t have taken off if not for you guys!

And last but no least, Babita ( @mizpahes ) who I became friends with because of this story!

-This chapter is really long because I didn’t want to break it up in separate parts.

Enjoy!


One year later…

Fiona couldn’t believe how much had changed within the last year. When she had come home from Colorado last Christmas, her roommate and best friend was engaged to the love of her life. She couldn’t have been happier for Gemma and Chris.

Fiona had also gotten some good news over her holiday break. She had applied to a very prestigious art gallery in Colorado on a whim. She never imagined they’d ever call her back or even give her an interview, But they offered her the job right then and there. Of course she had said yes immediately, not even thinking about how she would be leaving everyone and everything she knew back in London.

Gemma had taken it surprisingly well. She had wanted Chris to move in anyway now that they were engaged. And within a week Fiona was all packed up and moving back to the States. She and Gemma shared a tearful goodbye. Fiona hadn’t realized how close they had gotten in the past few months. They both promised to stay in touch and visit each other. Fiona had never had a friend like Gemma before. She honestly thought she would never see her again after she moved away from London, but her and Chris visited Colorado multiple times the past year.

Gemma and Chris had planned a small wedding in the backyard of Gemma’s childhood home in Holmes Chapel. On their last visit, Gemma had asked Fiona to be her bridesmaid. They were both in tears when Fiona answered ‘yes’.

She knew it was selfish, but Fiona was worried about seeing Harry at the wedding. He would obviously be there; he was in the wedding after all. She didn’t know what she would say to him. She hadn’t even talked or seen him since their last chat that fateful morning so many months ago.

It had been a year since the day she was packing her things for Colorado when she had stumbled over a shirt of his that she had taken from his room during one of their rendezvous. It still smelled like him and she felt her eyes prickle at the memories the two of them shared. She dialed his number on her phone, even letting it ring a few times before hanging up and turning her phone off. He had to have known she was leaving, Gemma must’ve told him. If he had anything to say to her, he would’ve done it.

What Fiona didn’t know was that Harry had seen her call and immediately dialed her number right back, but he only got her voicemail. He tried calling a dozen more times before finally giving up. She must’ve dialed his number by mistake, he thought.

Harry had gone to Gemma’s the day after Fiona left to help move some of Chris’s things into her room. It felt weird being in there after all the time that had gone by. When he first walked in, he swore she would walk around the corner and tell him this was all a big prank and she would never leave him.

But she didn’t.

All that was left in her room was the desk that he helped her build when she had first moved in. Gemma had briefly mentioned that Fiona didn’t think it would survive the move overseas and she would just buy another back in Colorado. So Harry had offered to take it.

When he and Niall finally got it back to their apartment, Harry began putting his own items in the drawers when he found his old Pink Floyd shirt that he had lost awhile back. It was folded neatly and placed gently inside. He felt his heart drop at the sight of it. He had his suspicions that Fiona had taken it, and he was perfectly content with her keeping it, but apparently she didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. First the desk and now the shirt. The next day Harry donated the desk to Goodwill; he couldn’t stand having it in his room any longer.

Both Harry and Fiona had moved on respectively. Both going on dates and having casual relationships here and there; both not really having said relationships go anywhere.


Fiona had thought about Harry the whole way from the airport to Holmes Chapel. She would be cordial and polite to him; she never had a doubt about that. She wondered if he had gotten any new tattoos. She wondered if he ever thought about her as much as she thought about him. She wondered if he was going to say anything to her about their past. She doubted it. This was Gemma’s wedding and bringing up their past would be immature. By the time she knew it, she was pulling up to the Style’s childhood home. There were many cars in the driveway and on the street, all relatives and friends coming from all over for the big wedding day. Fiona stepped out of the cab, the driver helping her remove her items from the trunk. She thanked the driver, tipping him generously.

She stretched while looking at the house. Her muscles were sore from the plane and the car ride. All she wanted to do was take a shower and nap, but the rehearsal dinner was tonight so she knew she wouldn’t be able to relax. She grabbed her suitcase and walked up the drive to the door. She rang the doorbell but nobody seemed to hear. She could hear people talking and laughing on the other side of the door, so she decided to let herself in.

There were people everywhere; kids and adults laughing and chatting. Fiona awkwardly stood by the front door with her luggage, looking around for any kind of familiar face.

“FIIIIIIOOOOONNNNNAAAAAAA” A certain Irish voice boomed throughout the hallway as Niall made his was over to her, lifting her up and hugging her. Fiona had missed Niall, they had really gotten to be good friends and she never got the chance to say goodbye to him when she moved.

She hugged him tightly back as he placed her on the ground.

“Whoa, look ‘atcha! Still as beautiful as ever. I missed my lil Fi!” He held her waist and looked her over.

“I missed you too! I saw you have yourself a special someone as well, when can I meet her?” Fiona had been keeping up with Niall through Facebook and Instagram. He had been in a pretty serious relationship for the last few months.

“She couldn’t make it today, but she’ll be here tomorrow for the wedding! You’ll love her. Her name is Siobhan and she’s absolutely amazing. I’ve never felt this was about anyone before.” Niall blushed as he talked about his new girl.

Fiona thought he was absolutely adorable the way he gushed about Siobhan.

“I’m so happy for you, Ni.” Fiona pulled him in for another hug.

“Everyone’s in the kitchen, we’ve been awaiting your arrival all mornin’” Niall took Fiona’s suitcase and hand as he led her through the kitchen; maneuvering through the crowd of people. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t looking around for Harry.

The kitchen table was crowded with food and drinks. Gemma was standing next to Chris chatting up some relative.

“The bridesmaid is ‘ere!” Niall announced to the entire room. Gemma excused herself and practically jumped into Fiona’s arms. They had seen each other less than two months ago, when Gemma had visited for the weekend to go over some wedding details. But Fiona still missed her dearly.

“Babe! I’m so glad you made it! How was the plane ride? Are you hungry? Let me introduce you to everyone.” Gemma never gave Fiona the chance to respond to her questions as she yelled for everyone’s attention.

“Everyone! This is Fiona, she is one of my bridesmaids and flew in all the way from Colorado so make her feel at home!” The entire room replied, “Hi Fiona.” Fiona just waved at everyone uncomfortably.

“Fiona!” Anne came out of nowhere and engulfed her in a big hug.

“Oh sweetheart, you look so beautiful, did you cut your hair?”

While Fiona was being introduced to friends and family, Harry watched from afar.

Fiona had instantly grabbed everyone’s attention when she walked into the room. She was wearing jeans and baggy t shirt but was still so enchanting. Her hair was shorter than he remembered. It was now lying just above her shoulders. He could tell she was tired. The bags under her eyes were big and he knew she would be jet lagged after her flight. He wanted to make his way over and say hello but he wasn’t sure how to approach her. Should he hug her? Would that be appropriate? What if he didn’t hug her, would that come off as rude? Before he could answer his own question and could see his mum gesturing him to come over. He took one more sip of his drink before setting it down on the kitchen counter and made his was over in just a few steps.

She may have looked confident to everyone else, but Harry knew her well enough to know that Fiona was nervous.

“Hey,” He greeted her quietly, deciding in that moment to pull her in for a hug. She was stiff in his arms, wrapping her own arms around his neck, more out of courtesy than anything.

“Hey,” She breathed out against his ear.

“Harry, why don’t you show Fiona her room and take her things up there?” Anne suggested as they slowly pulled away from each other. Harry knew his mother was going to be like this all weekend. She had been campaigning for him and Fiona to get back together this whole time. He knew she would have some tricks up her sleeve but he didn’t know it would start right away.

“Uh, yeah, of course. Follow me.” Harry took Fiona’s suitcase and led her down the hall. He quickly made eye contact with Niall who gave him a reassuring nod.

Fiona and Harry made their way up the stairs that Harry had climbed a million times before. He felt very self-conscious due to the fact the Fiona would be seeing all his childhood pictures and memories. The stair case was lined with his and Gemma’s old school photos and he peeked over his shoulder to see Fiona smiling slightly at them. He turned away quickly before she could catch him. Most of their relatives and friends were staying in hotels in the area, but since Fiona was coming from so far away, Gemma insisted she stay in the guest room. Fiona didn’t argue, the plane tickets were expensive and she was willing to save money in any way.

“The bathrooms right here, Gem’s in there, mums in there, I’m in here, and you’re right there.” Harry pointed out all the rooms as they walked down the hall. He opened the door to the last bedroom and placed her suitcase on the freshly made bed. Fiona walked behind him quietly. She was fiddling with her fingers as he turned around and clapped his hands together loudly.

“Alright, like I said I’m next door and Gem’s just down the hall so feel free to ask us if you need anything. Niall’s crashing on the couch downstairs…” He didn’t want to leave quite yet so he was raking his brain for anything to say so he could keep talking to her. “There’s towels in the bathroom for like showers and stuff um…”

His mind suddenly became blank and he couldn’t remember anything about his house anymore. He looked around the room searching for something to say before finally landing his eyes back on Fiona. She had her arms around her chest rubbing her fingers lightly over her forearms. He could see a slight line of black ink coming from one of her forearms.

“S’that new?” Harry gestured his head towards her arm.

“Oh yeah, just a few months old.” She looked down at the design lovingly as she rubbed her fingers over it.

“May I?” With those two words so many memories flashed back for the both of them. Harry and Fiona made eye contact for a long time before she held her arm out to him. He rubbed his thumb over the mountain design. His other hand found hers and held it. She didn’t seem to mind, not making any gesture to move it away.

“Reminds me of home.” She said flatly. Harry looked up into her eyes to see tears swelling in them.

“’M sorry,” He quickly let his hands drop to his sides. He scratched the back of his neck moving out of the room before quickly adding, “It’s good seeing you again.” He shut the door behind him.


Fiona was feeling so many emotions. After all this time he still touched her so gently and lovingly. She knew this weekend would rile up old feelings but she hadn’t even been here an hour yet. She took a deep breath, opening her suitcase and removing her rehearsal dress, hanging it up on the back of the door to prevent wrinkles. She grabbed some of her toiletries and made her way to the bathroom to shower.


By the time she had gotten out of the shower many of the guests had retreated back to their homes and hotel rooms to get ready for the rehearsal dinner. She walked back to the guest room with a towel wrapped around her. She had to walk past Harry’s room to get to her own. His door was open and she caught a glimpse of him in his mirror buttoning up a white dress shirt. Their eyes met briefly in the mirror but she urged her feet to keep going. Closing her bedroom door behind her, she dropped her towel, readying herself for the rehearsal.


The Rehearsal Dinner

Fiona was seated with all the other bridesmaids and groomsmen in the backyard of the Styles’ household. She felt out of place throughout the entire dinner. She hadn’t gone to Gemma’s bachelorette party due to a previous work engagement and still hadn’t had the time to get to know the other girls yet. Gemma and Chris’s family sat with the bride and groom at a long table at the farthest part of the backyard.

Fiona hadn’t meant to, but she kept peeking over at Harry. He was quiet throughout dinner; only occasionally making small talk with Anne who sat beside him.

He could feel Fiona’s eyes on him, but couldn’t man up to look over; only occasionally making eye contact with Niall who sat with Harry’s aunts and uncles. Every time Harry looked at Niall, Niall looked at Fiona and Fiona looked at Harry. They kept this up the entire meal.

Fiona was thankful when the speeches started because she no longer had to keep up the small talk with the strangers around her.

Anne and Des gave a heartwarming speech, as well as Chris’s mom and dad. Harry was supposed to go but decided to save his speech for the wedding. Once all the toasts were given, the DJ began playing music while family and friends filled the dance floor.

Fiona was left alone at her table sipping her wine when Niall walked up to her.

“Care for a dance, m’lady?” He bowed with his hand out.

Fiona snickered as Niall took her hand leading her to the dance floor. They danced together for a few songs, Niall constantly making her laugh with his dance moves. He told her more about Siobhan and what had happened in his life over the past year. He couldn’t help but blush and smile when he talked about her; it made Fiona’s heart flutter.

The beginning chords of “Landslide” started playing over the loud speaker. Just as Fiona was about to wrap her arms around Niall’s shoulders, a little girl, no more than 7 years old, approached them.

“Niall, will you dance with me?” the little girl squeaked.

Fiona smiled stepping aside and letting the girl take her place.

“It would be an honor.” Niall said dramatically as the girl stood on top of his feet. He was mocking being in pain as the girl laughed away.

Fiona sauntered back over to her table slowly. She couldn’t believe how much Niall had matured since she last saw him. He was making far less fart jokes ad was even considering settling down with someone.

When she reached her table, she grabbed her wine glass downing the rest of her drink.

“Tha’s my cousins’ kid. She has the biggest crush on Niall, swears she’s going to marry him one day.”

She heard the familiar deep voice behind her. She turned to see Harry, still towering over her as always.

“From what I hear she might have some serious competition,” Fiona responds.

“Yeah Siobhan…” Harry looks over his shoulder at Niall before turning back to her.

“She’s basically moved in with us. ‘M waiting for him to formally kick me out.”

“I’m happy for him.” Fiona whispers staring down at her feet.

The song ends leading into a pop song from the late 90’s to which Fiona hears Gemma scream out for. Harry and her meet eyes and laugh. Fiona begins to feel suddenly overwhelmed. Harry’s presence plus the noise was starting to make her anxious.

“I’ll uh I’ll be right back…” Harry can barely hear her as she walks further away from the party.

He’s not sure if he should follow her. Or maybe she just didn’t want to talk to him anymore. He looks over to where Niall once stood but can’t find him anywhere. He feels a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t let her leave again.” It was Anne’s tiny figure staring up at him. He looked at her for a few seconds before nodding and following the exact trail Fiona had just taken.


Fiona shivered into the cool air. The backyard was already decorated for the wedding tomorrow. Fairy lights and flowers guided the path to the gazebo where Gemma and Chris were to be married the very next day.

She walked up the three steps to the gazebo and sat on a little bench in the corner, wrapping her arms around herself to shield her from the cold.

She thought she was over Harry, but seeing him today opened the flood of feelings she was keeping at bay. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath through her nose and out through her mouth.

“Are you okay?” She jumped at the sound of his voice, not hearing walk up to her.

“Uh, yeah…just a bit overwhelmed, that’s all.” She forced a smile up to him.

“Yeah…” Harry saw her shiver once more, taking off his suit jacket and placing it over her shoulders.

“Thanks.” Fiona responded while cuddling further into his red and white plaid jacket. Only he could pull this look off, she thought.

He raised his eyebrows, motioning towards his finger towards the spot next to her, asking her for permission to sit down.

“Oh yeah, of course.” She scooted down the tiny bench to give him some room. They sat quietly for a few moments. It wasn’t awkward for either of them. Their legs were slightly pressed against each other, as was their arms. It reminded them both of the times when they would lay silently next to each other in bed after being so intimate. Even then, they never felt they had to force a conversation, they just held each other silently. Fiona felt her heart drop at the memory. She looked over at Harry who rested his elbows on his thighs, leaning over in deep thought.

“Harry…” she whispered his name so quietly it could have been another gust of wind.

But he heard her.

He straightened up suddenly, giving her his full attention.

“I’m-“ Fiona paused for what seemed like minutes but was only a few seconds. Harry could see tears brewing in her eyes.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for the way things went between us. I was being selfish about my own feelings, not ever once considering yours. And-“Her voice shook as tears started to fall from her eyes. She swiped at them quickly with her hand.

“No, please don’t cry. It’s okay.” Harry enveloped her tiny body into his arms, soothingly rubbing her hair.

“Please don’t take all the blame, I was wrong too. I shouldn’t have left the way I did, it was childish.” He could feel another sob rake through her body.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She kept repeating as she wept into his chest.

Harry could feel his own tears slipping now. Why was she taking all the blame? They were both in the wrong. He was so angry that day in her bedroom, storming off leaving her in tears. He had stayed mad for weeks, not even coming to say goodbye when she left for Colorado. A week after she left, his anger finally subsided. He hated himself for not saying goodbye, even hated her for leaving.

The past year had been filled with “what if?”

What if he stayed that morning and they had talked things out?

What if he had said goodbye to her before she left for another country.

What if he told her he loved her?

Would she have stayed? Could he have lived with himself knowing she gave up her dream job for him? Would she have cared? Or would she have left anyway?

Gemma had given Harry Fiona’s flight details “just in case”.

Fiona’s plane left at 10:20 am.

He knew he loved her when the clock hit 10:21 am.

By 10:22, he knew it was really over.

But here she was in his arms again. Harry was more excited than Gemma when Fiona had accepted the offer to be her bridesmaid. He swore it was fate giving them one more shot.

He grabbed Fiona’s face with both hands lifting her up to look at him. She was quiet as her tears continued to fall. He kissed a falling tear off her right cheek. Then another.

Before finally placing a kiss on her lips.

They were still as soft as she remembered. He knew this was his last shot wither her, so he pit all of his love into this kiss.

She kissed him back with as much ferocity. They finally pulled away when they both needed a minute to breath. They stared into each other’s eyes as they caught their breaths.

“I love you, Fi. I always knew but never admitted it to myself until it was too late. Please…I love you.”

She pulled him in for another kiss, this one only lasting a few seconds.

“I go back home in two days…” Fiona’s eyes started to water again.

“We’ll think about it when the time comes.” Harry leaned in for another kiss only for Fiona to put her hands on his chest pushing him away.

“Harry…”She started to stand up. Harry’s heart raced as he stood up blocking her path.

“Please…please don’t do this again. Please don’t leave me again.” He was begging her to stay. To at least give him one more chance.

“I live in another country, we have to be rational. It would never work.” She took another step and so did he.

“Bu-“

“Harry, stop.”

“Just give me these two days. Please.”

Fiona started at him, weighing out the options in her head. Being with him now would only make it harder to leave when the time came. But he was worth the heartbreak that would surely follow.

“Okay.” She whispered.

“Okay?” He had to ask because he wasn’t sure if his ears were playing tricks on him.

“Yes.” She responded smiling.

He leaned in for a kiss, this time she leaned right in to him. His arms roamed her back, settling on her butt while her hands wrapped through his hair.

They were both brought back into reality by loud laughter coming from the party.

Harry leaned his forehead on hers.

“Wanna get out of here?” He cursed himself for sounding so stupid but was relieved when Fiona bit her lip while nodding her head.

Harry led her down the steps of the gazebo, through a path that lead to a door near the kitchen so they wouldn’t have to walk through the party.

No one was inside the house, everyone still dancing and drinking outside.

He led Fiona through his house up the steps to his room.

He looked at her one more time before opening the door. The house was dark but the lights illuminated her face slightly. This was his second chance and he knew he couldn’t ruin it. He was going to show her all the love he had for her.

He opened the door, shutting it once Fiona had walked in.

He turned to see her standing there. It was weird seeing her surrounded with his childhood things, but it made his heart beat faster at the thought of how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

He approached her slowly, cupping her face between his hands and leaning in to place the lightest kiss on her lips.

It was a slow kiss, but he wanted this whole night to be slow. He never wanted his time with her to end.

He slipped his tongue into her mouth, rolling around with hers. He moved his jacket off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She placed her hands on his chest before gradually undoing his shirt buttons.

He walked her back onto the bed, gently leaning over so they could both be lying down. She removed his shirt, discarding it with his jacket. Harry stepped back up to kick off his shoes and undo his pants, never once taking his eyes off of hers as he slid them down his legs.

He leaned over her body, lifting up the hem of her maxi dress until he had it off her body completely.

He kneeled down in front of her as he rubbed his hands up and down her legs, finally stopping to take off her shoes. Once they were off, he kissed his way up from her ankles to the tops of her thighs where he stopped at her rose tattoo.

He placed the lightest kiss a top it, to which she let out a sigh. He was so close to where she wanted him to be. He moved over to her panties before placing a kiss on the hem of them. He didn’t want to waste his time with foreplay.

He made his way up her body, kissing and sucking randomly.

He kissed right through the valley between her breasts, stopping to peck each nipple all while loving how she wasn’t wearing a bra.

He sucked the spot on her neck that he knew she loved which earned a moan from her.

She was breathing hard when he finally reached her lips again.

She slipped her tongue into his mouth as she slid her hand in between them to cup him over his boxers.

“Don’t.” Harry whispered against her mouth. He was so wound up the slightest touch from her would have truly done him in for. He grabbed her wrist placing it behind his neck which was soon joined by her other hand. He reached down to pull her panties down her leg, and then slid his own boxers down. He was about to slide into her before he stopped.

“Shit, I didn’t bring anything.” He was starting to panic. The last thing he thought he would be doing this weekend was having sex.

“It’s fine, it’s fine; I’m on birth control.” Fiona panted.

“Are you sure? I can check Gem’s room. I’m sure Niall has some-“ He was cut off by her pressing her lips to his. He instantly relaxed into her.

He pulled away looking at her again before she nodded to him.

He took his shaft into his hands, slowly entering her.

They both moaned simultaneously. They had never had sex with each other without a condom before but the new feeling already had Fiona’s toes curling.

“Harry…” She breathed out as he moved in further. He had to stop himself halfway because he was afraid that any other movement would have him cumming right away.

“Give me a…” His thoughts trailed off but Fiona knew what he meant. She kissed him again in order to distract him.

Once he was ready, he pushed himself in completely. She groaned loudly at the sensation.

Harry swears he had never felt so good in his life. He fit perfectly in her, as if they were made for each other. He moved slowly, putting all his love into each thrust.

“I love you…” He said as he hid his face in her neck.

She scratched at his back as he hit her most sensitive spot.

“Harry,” She continued moaning his name as he concentrated on every move he was making. He felt her around him completely and was focusing so hard on trying not to cum. He wanted them to finish together.

“Go…” She sighed out.
“Not. Yet.” He said with each thrust.

“Harry, I’m coming.”

“I’m ready for you, babe. Let go.”

She tightened around him as she came, practically yelling out his name. He rode her through it before finally letting himself go. He would later swear he had never cum so hard in his life. His arms started to shake as he held his body weight on top of her. They were both panting, trying to catch their breaths.

When he finally slipped out, she cupped herself from the loss.

Harry lay on his side next to her. Her breathing was slowing as she stared up at his ceiling.

He leaned over giving her a kiss on her forehead.

“I’ll be right back.” He stated as he stood up.

She shook her head still staring up at the ceiling.

He grabbed his briefs putting them on quickly while he watched her compose herself. She had looked so thoroughly fucked and he loved it.

She was so beautiful and he was completely in love with her. A thought crept up in the back of his mind, “She’s still going to leave.”

He shook his head to himself as he reached for his door and walked out into the bathroom, grabbing a towel to clean them up.

When he walked back out into the hallway heard someone clear their throat.

“Hey.” It was Chris.

“Hey.” Harry responded.

“The boys are heading out now. You staying?” Harry was supposed to go with Chris and the other groomsmen to a hotel for the night.

“Yea, I’m staying.” Harry was glad it was dark in the hallway or Chris would definitely be able to see the wet spot on the front of his briefs.

Chris nodded slightly before heading down the stairs.

Harry let out a breath as he opened the door to his room again, shutting it behind him.

And then locking it, just in case.

Fiona was still lying on her side; she turned her head to look at him.

He gave her a small smile while pulling his boxers down, stepping out of them and into the bed.

He took the towel between her legs to clean her up. She was still so sensitive she even twitched a little.

After cleaning himself up also, he threw the towel on the floor finally crawling into bed with her. She instantly cuddled into him.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

She leaned up so she could see his face.

“I love you too.”

He reached up to kiss her for the hundredth time that night. They both pulled away as they cuddled, wrapping their legs around each other.

They both fell asleep that night feeling something they hadn’t in a long time.

Hope.


Fiona woke up the next morning to yelling and chaos throughout the house. Gemma and the bridesmaids had stayed over last night. Fiona held the blanket above her head, trying to get a few more moments of sleep before the chaos caught up to her.

She turned around to see Harry was also awake. He kissed her forehead, pulling her closer to him.

“Maybe if we stay here long enough they won’t even know we’re missing.”
Harry whispered even though he knew no one could hear him over the chatter coming from the other side of the door. Fiona laughed at the thought. She wished she could stay here. She felt a pang in her heart as she remembered she was leaving tomorrow morning. As if Harry could read her thoughts he lifted up her chin so she would look at him.

“Hey…none of that today.” He whispered before placing a peck on her lips. They both jumped at the pounding at the door.

“H, let me in.” It was Niall.

“Just a second.” Harry said but made to movement to get up whatsoever. Fiona nudged him with her foot.

“He’ll break the door down if you don’t answer.” Harry groaned as he stood up is all his glory. Fiona gave him a playful smack on his butt as he walked away. Harry let out a downright pornographic moan. Fiona burst out in laughter at his excessiveness.

“Do you want me to come back?” They heard Niall question from the other side of the door.

Fiona and Harry made eye contact before bursting into laughter. Harry slipped on a pair of sweats before throwing his dress shirt towards her. It engulfed her body as she buttoned it up. Once she was covered he walked over to the door unlocking it and letting Niall in.

“Why didn’t you go last night? Chris said ya weren’t feelin’ well. You’re mums down-“ Niall finally noticed Fiona on Harry’s bed and burst out into a wide smile.

“You dirty boy.” He smacked Harry on the arm. Fiona laughed as Harry sat down on the bed next to her.

“Yeah, yeah, what do you want?” Harry was leaning on his elbows letting his legs lay off the edge.

“Well ya mum let ya sleep in because she thought you was sick, but it’s almost 10 am so you have to shower and eat. I need to pick up Siobhan in an hour from the airport and ya mum needs help with some last minute arrangements outside. And you!” Niall pointed his finger at Fiona, “Gemma’s been looking for you mad all mornings. She says you have hair and makeup in thirty minutes so you better hurry your ass up in the shower as well.”

Harry and Fiona look over at each other with a knowing smile on their lips.

“In your own mother’s house? Really?” Niall rolled his eyes as he walked out of the room.


Being that there was only one shower unoccupied, Harry and Fiona rushed down the hall to claim it but their dreams were squashed when Gemma saw her.

“Fi, the downstairs shower is open. And hurry up! We have to be ready for pictures in two hours!” Gemma didn’t even flinch at the sight of Harry and Fiona’s hands wrapped around each other’s or the fact that Fiona was still wearing his dress shirt from last night. Fiona looked back at Harry with a disappointed look on her face.

“C’mon!” Gemma called after her again. She reluctantly followed Gemma down the stairs and into another shower. Harry looked defeated as he entered the shower alone.

.

Once all the bridesmaids were ready, Fiona couldn’t have another thought before she was being ushered off into photos. She hadn’t seen Harry since this morning even though she was looking for him constantly. Gemma had allowed her bridesmaids to wear whatever they please, same with Chris and his groomsmen. When Gemma first saw Harry, she was pissed; yelling at him for wearing white on her wedding day.

“What? No, it’s cream!” Harry fought back. They had argued until Anne had to be called in to break them up. Harry had one the battle but only because he didn’t have another suit and there was no time to get another one.

Fiona had worn a light blue maxi dress with white roses. She wore her hair natural with only a little bit of makeup on. That bothered Harry because that meant she definitely would have had time to shower with him this morning.

Fiona was holding a bouquet of flowers as she stepped aside for pictures. When she made eye contact with Harry she had blushed profusely, hiding her face in the bouquet. She had never been shy around him before but after their confessions last night she felt a little intimidated. He strolled over to her quickly before placing a kiss on her lips. She was shocked how he wasn’t bothered kissing her in front of his entire family.

“You look beautiful.” He stated low enough for only her to hear.

“And you look…wow.” He really did look amazing in his suit. He had a light blue shirt underneath that just so happened to match Fiona’s perfectly.

“Harry!” Gemma was calling him over for a picture.

“I’ll be right back.” He whispered in her ear before placing another kiss on her cheek.

“Fiona!” She twirled around at the sound of her name. Niall was walking up with a beautiful girl who she could only assume was Siobhan.

“Fiona, this is Siobhan. Siobhan, Fiona.” Niall introduced the too.

“Hi! I’ve heard so much abou’ you!” Siobhan pulled her in for a hug.

“And I’ve heard a lot about you. You have Niall completely smitten here.” Fiona nudged Niall with her elbow playfully as his face went pink.

“Aw, well he’s not the only one.” Siobhan placed a kiss on Niall’s lips. Fiona suddenly felt out of place as the two continued to kiss.

“Fi!” Gemma was running over in her wedding dress.

“C’mon my mum wants a picture with all of us.”

Fiona walked up to where Anne, Harry, Gemma, and Chris stood taking her place next to Harry who instantly put his arm around her waist.

“Alright, 1,2,3!” The photographer called out as he snapped multiple pictures.

“How about just one of you two?” Anne asked already pulling Gemma and Chris away.

“Sure.” Harry was embarrassed by how up front his mother was being but was also thankful he would have a professional photo with Fiona; it would be something he would cherish forever.

“Okay, 1 ,2,3!” Harry looked down at her just as the picture was being taken. She was absolutely breathtaking in this moment. The setting sun highlighted her features perfectly while her hair blew lightly in the wind. Even thought they were covered, he could point out each one of her freckles. She was perfect. And she was his.

Or at least she was his for right now.

“Oh that was just perfect!” Anne exclaimed as she clapped her hands together.

.

The ceremony had gone flawlessly. The vows had made everyone shed a tear. Fiona and Harry kept making eye contact throughout the whole thing. He couldn’t help but stare at her and all her beauty.

She had to look away multiple times because of how hard she was smiling.


By the time dinner came around, Gemma was married and Niall was already drinking. Fiona had talked to Siobhan some more and realized she was a match made in Heaven for Niall. She loud, Irish, and could easily drink him under the table.

They had all laughed throughout dinner, Harry holding her hand through every bite. He only let go to clank on his champagne glass with his knife, getting everybody’s attention.

“Excuse me…” Harry waited.
“Speech!” Niall screamed effectively getting everybody’s attention.

“I just wanted to say a few words, if ya don’t mind. First off I want to say congratulations to my wonderful sister Gemma. And a good luck to my new brother in law, Chris.” His joke was met with much laughter.

“Gem, I feel like I’ve known you my entire life…” As Harry trailed on with his speech and a few more horrible jokes, Fiona just watched him. She looked at him as if he was the only person in the room. The lights that lit up the backyard lighted up his eyes wonderfully. She watched as every word slipped off his tongue. That amazing tongue that she had gotten so acquainted with last year. His lips moved so slow as he talked, she just wanted to grab his face and kiss him forever. She truly loved him. And he truly loved her. But with every minute passing, Fiona could feel them drifting apart. Harry would never admit it, but he felt it too. They both knew their love was on borrowed time.

“…and as I finish this speech off I would like to finish off with a quote:

‘Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.’”

Harry looked Fiona in the eye during the entire quote. She had to look away in order to stop that tears that were threatening to fall. Harry’s speech was met with applause as everyone took a drink.

Once the conversations continued and Harry was seated again he leaned over to whisper in Fiona’s ear, “Are you okay?”

She shook her head yes but the tears in her eyes told another story. She had to cover her mouth as she stood up from her seat almost running into a waiter.

“Fi!” She heard Harry call behind her as she let a sob out. She ran into the house, up the stairs and into Harry’s room. She knew he would be right behind her so she didn’t bother closing the door.

“Fi, please don’t do this.” Harry kneeled in front of her as she sat on the bed.

“I’m sorry…It’s just too much.” She choked out.

“What is? What’s too much?” He asked her as he wiped away the tears from her cheeks.

This, Harry. Us. It’ll never work and I’m sorry because I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. And we can make this work I promise. I’ll visit you every chance I get or you could come here-“

“And how long will we keep that up? Forever? Harry, I can’t do that. It wouldn’t be fair to me or you.”

Harry knew she was right. He knew they wouldn’t be able to keep a long distance relationship up forever.

“It just wasn’t meant to be…” Fiona whispered. Harry looked up at her through tear filled eyes of his own before pulling her in for a kiss. He crushed his lips against hers as his own tears fell.

He couldn’t ask her to stay; it wouldn’t be fair to him. And she couldn’t ask him to move, as it wouldn’t be fair for him either. They both knew that as much as fate had worked in their favor in the past, their luck had run out. This was going to be the last time they saw each other for a long time and they were going to savor every moment.

Harry leaned her back onto his bed before removing his suit jacket. She began lifting her dress up but he stopped her.

“Let me.” He asserted he lifted her dress slowly off of her, the same as he had down the night before. Once it was finally off, he gave her another kiss while he kneaded her breasts. He would miss the way they felt under his hand. He would miss even more the way her piercings felt when he sucked on them. Fiona placed her hands between them unbuttoning his shirt. She rubbed his chest up and down as they continued to kiss, tongues rolling around each other.

She slid his shirt down his arms before tossing it over the bed. Their chests pushed up against each other as she wrapped her legs around his torso.

Harry took the initiative to undo his belt while Fiona pulled his pants and boxers down together. He stood up only to get them and his shoes off, taking hers off as well.

She slipped off her panties as he lay on top of her again. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies in the dark as they cherished every moment.

“’Sokay?” Harry asked her.

“Yeah.” She breathed out as he slipped into her bare again for the second night in a row. The both rocked together as they stared into each other’s eyes. He would miss the way she fit perfectly around him.  She would miss the way he knew all the right spots to hit. But most of all, they would miss each other.

Fiona had never felt so loved before. He was being so gentle with her and appreciating every inch of her body. Her eyes teared up as he slid in and out of her. He kissed away a falling tear from her cheek.

“I love you, Fiona.” He said as he hid his face in her neck.

“I love you too, Harry.” Her voice squeaked as she reached close to her high.

Harry only had to let out a few more thrusts before kissing her before they were coming undone together.

He didn’t pull out until he had gone completely soft.

Fiona sighed as she felt him leave her. They instantly cuddled each other as they drifted off into sleep.


Harry hadn’t realized how tired he had been until he woke up the next morning. He panicked when he realized he was alone in his bed. He quickly got up, slipping on a pair of pants as he went to find Fiona. He didn’t know what time it was but he was sure she wouldn’t have left without saying good bye.

He went into the guest bedroom next to his, only to find her stuff missing. His heart beat fast as he ran down the stairs quicker than he ever did on Christmas.

The house was quieter than ever. Gemma and Chris has left last night for their honeymoon and Niall had stayed the night at a hotel with Siobhan.

His mother was sitting in the kitchen drinking her tea when he walked in.

He searched her face for any explanation but she only responded with, “She left you this.”

His mother held out a piece of paper for him, which he snatched out of her hands opening it quickly.

It only contained two sentences but it would change his life forever.


 A/N: And that was all she wrote.

Thank you so much for taking time time to read and enjoy my story. I have been wanting to write for a long time but never actually got the courage too until May of 2017 when I started this blog.

I hope you don’t hate me too much for how it ended but my plan from the start was to not have them end up together. The title of this story was taken from ‘Romeo and Juliet’ so it should have given you a little hint that their love was doomed from the start. I’ll miss writing this story and Fiona but I have so many ideas for new fics.

Thank you again.