#thank you liv for showing me this this is incredible

[tswaney17]

Pregnant Elriel on Solstice featuring their adopted son, Kaden. ❄🎄✨

This idea came to life based off my Oh Baby AU. While this is a different version of the AU, we couldn’t help but think of the possibilities of Elain and Azriel building a family together, whether that is through conception, adoption, or anything in between.

We are so excited to bring this idea to life, and there wasn’t anybody else who could’ve made this artwork as gorgeous as it is than luxury_banshee. She was incredible to work with and her style never disappoints. The moment she showed us the first glimpse, we all fell in love. Thank you, lovely, for this stunning piece. It’s better than imagined! 💕❄️🎄

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🎨 luxury_banhsee (IG) | Comm by: me, @123moiaussi, @silverlinedeyes, mtolypuslibrary (IG), zannareads (IG), and Liv

Characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

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[readyforthegarden]

Breakable Heaven - Part Six

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Synopsis: Being the maid of honor in your best friends wedding is already stressful enough without the best man being the ex-boyfriend who tore your heart to shreds. Stumbling across a dating app with dates for hire, you take a chance, inviting a perfect stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend for the weeklong celebrations. But how long can the charade last when the champagne starts pouring and feelings start growing?

Warnings: drinking, swearing, smut (oral f!receiving, fingering, penatrative sex, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

WC: 7696

“Mm, a little lower,” your muffled moan barely made it out from the bed. Large hands worked their way down your spine, a sigh releasing from your body. “Right there, that’s the spot.”

“Wasn’t this the best idea?” Olivia groaned from her own massage table, making you hum in response. “Mike made fun of me for having this after camping but I bet he’s jealous.”

“I know Danny is,” you sighed again when the masseuse began working on your left hip. “I could tell his back was sore after last night.” Olivia lifted her head, a sleepy smirk playing on her face.

“Oh? And why is that?” waggling her eyebrows, she rested her chin in her hand and waited for the answer.

“I almost died of hypothermia, that’s why.” rolling your eyes, you also propped your body up. “If I could’ve melded together with him, I would have.”

“I mean, there were ways to keep warm.” Olivia shrugged. “I know I worked up quite a sweat last night.”

“I’m so happy for you, Liv.” you deadpanned. “I didn’t really feel like getting nasty in a tent near my ex.” Olivia scoffed. 

“They were fighting all night, Mike and I had to hook up to drown it out.” she laid back down. “Naomi was maaaaad.”

“I have nothing to say,” you tried to hide the satisfied smirk on your face, and failed. 

“You’re allowed to be petty,” Olivia said. “Your boyfriend knocked your ex-boyfriend on his ass for tripping you in a dumb flag football game. And he looked hot as fuck when he was angry.” Olivia was correct in that, upon your reflection of the previous day. Danny’s usual cheery and kind demeanor turning dark and moody had started something in you. You couldn’t help but remember how his jaw had clenched as he glared at Gavin after setting you in the camping chair. 

He had checked on you at least twice since you’d gotten out of the shower, once through the door, offering to get extra towels so you didn’t slip on the steamy tile floors. And a second time as you slipped on some sneakers, as a small wince graced your features. You assured him you were fine, but he made sure to remind you to tell the masseuse it was tender. While his outward demeanor was sweet and tender, you could still see the lingering anger at what and who caused your mild injury. 

“He was something, alright.” you mused. 

“I hope you gave him a good thank you when you got back to the room this morning.” Olivia sighed, laying down as her masseuse began working on her shoulders. 

“He was thanked incredibly well,” you assured Olivia. She continued to prattle and dig details out of you, and you supplied little fibs, playing coy to spare the spa workers in the room any embarrassment. 

A few miles away, Danny was looking down into a jewelry case, looking at various necklaces and rings, glittering with different colors and cuts of stones. He wondered for a moment, how that pear cut sapphire pendant would compliment your complexion. Danny imagined presenting it to you, and seeing your face light up, turning quickly so he could put it on you. Lifting up your hair as he brought the delicate chain around your neck, letting the pendant rest against your decolletage as he fastened the clasp. The way you would let your hair fall as soon as it was fastened, turning around to show him how it looked before springing up and kissing him in thanks.

“You ready?” Mike tore him from his thoughts, walking over with a large bag. “I think the guys will really love these watches, thanks for coming with me.”

“No problem, it’s nice to have something to do while the girls are all together.”

“Oh yeah.” Mike agreed, looking down at where Danny’s vision was occupied. “Ah, thinking of getting a gift for someone special?” Danny chuckled under his breath, realizing that his imagination really did have him considering the necklace. “She does love sapphires, Olivia got her some earrings a few years ago for her birthday, you would’ve thought it was a check for a million dollars.”

“I don’t know…it might be too early.” Danny bit his bottom lip as he thought, while Mike just shrugged.

“Never too early to spoil the one you love.” he replied back. “Besides, six months is a big deal, especially with how she swore off actual relationships.”

“I didn’t know that,” Danny furrowed his brows slightly, glancing over to Mike, who sighed. 

“Listen, I try to stay out of the gossip between the girls, but I do end up hearing some things.” he waved over the jeweler to the counter, and continued as the older woman finished putting things away from another sale. “She was really hurt by Gavin. She told Olivia she would never get into a serious relationship again, strictly hook-ups and one night stands, and Olivia said she was deadly serious.”

“I get it,” Danny shrugged, “She didn’t want to risk her heart breaking again.” Mike nodded, greeting the sales woman and gesturing to the sapphire necklace.

“Danny, I’ve seen the way you two look at each other,” Mike said softly. “It’s the way I look at Olivia. And if she kept you a secret for six months, she must really have feelings for you, and she’s scared that something like that is going to happen again.”

“I would never.” Danny’s eyes flashed, shaking his head before turning to the jeweler who was holding out the pendant to him. The stone sparkled under the bright lights, and Danny felt more and more certain that something that beautiful was supposed to belong to you. Mike watched Danny’s face carefully. 

“I believe you,” Mike finally said. “Olivia is still sizing you up, but I believe you.” Danny glanced back at the man. “I think you should get it for her.”

“This is a gorgeous necklace, and it is on sale right now!” the woman holding it against her palm smiled. “Is this for a special occasion? I can gift wrap it!”

“It's just because,” Danny smiled. “But yeah, I’ll take it. Go ahead and gift wrap it.” Mike grinned as Danny paid for the jewelry, taking the small gift bag in his large hand and following Mike out of the store. 

“Do you mind if we just walk around a little? I’m not ready to go back to the winery.” Mike asked Danny. “I know the next two days I’m gonna be cooped up while Olivia runs around and gets ready.”

“Yeah, we can bum around a little.” Danny smiled. The more time he took to get back, the more of a chance you’d be in the room when he did. The necklace was already burning a hole in his pocket, he wanted to run back on his own two legs and find you, thrust it into your hands and watch you light up. The two men popped in and out of a few stores, looking at local trinkets, sweatshirts with the name of the city they were in and a few other handmade goods. Mike tried his hand at haggling over an ornate hand carved clock at a trading post themed store, while Danny continued to look away. 

A wall was lined with old whiskey barrels, and as Danny peered into them, he found different candies in them. As he gazed over the gummy fish, chocolate coins, and various old fashioned candies, his eyes caught something. In the second to last barrel, there were the exact suckers you had told Danny his eyes looked like. Without thinking, he shoved his hand in the barrel, grabbing a handful and bringing them up to the counter.

They decided to head back after Mike’s failed bargaining, the clock remaining in the store. Danny didn’t want to stir the pot, he shouldn’t, because he was only temporary, but he felt the question cloying in his throat, and had to ask.

“If everyone is upset with Gavin, why is he in the wedding?” Danny turned to Mike. “You don’t seem to be happy about it either.”

“It’s…complicated.” Mike grimaced as kept his eyes on the road. “My parents are really good friends with his parents, and it was going to cause far more trouble to not have him than it would to have him.” Danny nodded. He understood that choosing battles was something everyone had to do. “Honestly, Gavin had us all fooled. Everyone thought I knew about Naomi, but I didn’t. It was just as much as a shock to me. And Gavin was like my brother, I just…I haven’t been able to fully forgive him.”

“It seems like he betrayed a lot of people.” Mike nodded. 

“Yeah. I’m hoping after the wedding, I can finally make a clean break, use that as an excuse for why we’re not around as much, or going out.” Mike sighed, glancing over to Danny. “I’m happy you’re here. You’ve kept him in his place, even if you didn’t know it.”

“Yeah?” Danny couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corner of his lips. “I probably shouldn’t have gotten so rough in flag football…”

“Honestly? Most of us were happy you did.” Mike laughed. “It’s been a long time since Gavin has been cut down to size.”

“My honey wasn’t too happy that I resorted to it.” Danny chuckled, making Mike laugh. 

“Well, your honey is a liar, because she was grinning the entire time it happened,” he responded. “And anyway, I’m happy you’re here because of her. She became like a little sister to me in college and I was worried about this week. You’ve brought her back to who she was, but better.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Mike said, grinning over to Danny. “You’ve definitely brought her spark back, Danny.” Danny didn’t say anything, pressing his lips together to try and stop himself from smiling like an idiot. 

Danny said goodbye to Mike in the lobby and raced up the stairs to your room, eager to see if you were there or not. There was no trace of you in the living room, but as he stepped into the bedroom, he saw a trail of clothes leading to the bathroom, the door shut and light coming from beneath the door. The sound of the shower running greeted him, and he realized he had some time. 

Nervous, Danny paced around the room, hiding away the candy in his bedside drawer, but leaving out the box with the necklace. The gift wrapping was beautiful, but Danny suddenly felt it was too much, and ripped it away, tossing the torn paper into the trash bin in the living room. The simple, black velvet box looked much better to him, making him feel better. 

He watched the minutes tick by, going back and forth on if he was really going to give you the necklace. Was it too late to take a car and return it? Act like it never happened? How were you going to respond to a gift like this? As he worried himself, he missed you leaving the bathroom, being startled by you calling his name. 

“Hey, you’re back.” you smiled. Danny turned, keeping his arms behind his back. He took in your appearance, wrapped up in a plush robe. Your hair was clipped up on top of your head keeping it dry. Your cheeks were rosy and your eyes almost sleepy.

“Yeah,” he smiled back. “You look relaxed.”

“Mm, the spa was amaaazing,” you sighed. “I got the massage, got my hair retouched, my eyebrows and nails done.” you lifted your hands up in front of him, wiggling your fingers. Your nails had been shaped into soft, rounded points, a sheer, sparkling pink. 

“They look very nice.” he smiled, moving one hand and holding your wrist delicately in it to get a better view. Your smile widened at his compliment, before you realized he was keeping something from you.

“What are you up to?” one of your eyebrows raised curiously as you tried to peek around his broad shoulders to see what he had behind him. Danny shifted his body to try and hide the box, nervous again now that the moment was here. “Danny,” you said with a laugh. “What do you have?”

You tried reaching around him but he dodged your hands, turning and walking backwards. 

“Okay, promise you won’t freak out,” Danny started, laughing as you followed him.

“What’s behind your back, Danny?”

“When I was out with Mike, I found something.” Danny started, pausing, causing you to stop in your brief chase. “It’s a little….much.”

“Danny, come on!” you laughed impatiently. Danny took in a deep breath, and brought the case from behind his back. He watched your smile fall a bit, as your face studied the item confusedly. “Danny, what is that?”

“Mike convinced me to get it for you,” he said softly, opening up the velvet box. The small gasp that left your mouth was enough to make Danny grin as he watched your eyes light up, just like in his fantasy. “It’s never too early to spoil the one you love, and all that.”

“Danny, I-” you shook your head. “You absolutely didn’t have to buy me jewelry at all. I can’t accept that!”

“Well, I did,” Danny took the necklace from the box, tucking the box under his arm and unclasping the delicate silver chain. You gave him a half-hearted disapproving look before turning and allowing him to place the necklace around your neck, fastening it with his nimble fingers. You glanced down, watching the pendant glimmer in the muted sunlight that poured in from the gauzy curtains in the living room. Your hand came up to touch it, gently grazing over the facets. Once it rested against your skin, you turned again, looking up at Danny. 

Danny swallowed roughly, glancing down at where the pendant laid, just above your cleavage, almost hidden by the collar of your robe.

“Danny, this is beautiful,” you sighed, near tears from how overwhelming the gift was. “I’ll take good care of it, and we can return it after the wedding, I promise. You didn’t need to spend money like this on me.” 

“Hey, it’s yours.” Danny reached out, taking your hand away from the pendant. “Consider it a gift, since I’ve had such a good time with you.”

“Danny-”

“You’re keeping it.” Danny chuckled, letting go of your hand. Nodding, you crossed your arms over your chest, instinctually reaching up with one hand and toying with the pendant. “It looks beautiful on you.”

“Thank you,” you accepted the compliment softly. “I should go get dressed…”

“Yeah,” Danny nodded, feeling the awkward tension between you as he watched you leave to the bedroom, shutting the doors. Setting the necklace box on the coffee table, Danny ran his hands over his face, his gut twisting that he’d ruined everything. That the next two days were going to be an agony of awkwardness because he got you that stupid necklace. After pacing the room again, he sat on the couch, taking his phone from his pocket, he opened up his messages. He debated sending one to Sam, asking him for advice or how badly he fucked up, but before he could, the double doors opened, and you came out. 

“You can go and change, I was going to do my makeup out here so you didn’t have to rush.” Danny looked up, watching you walk out in a light blue, silk dress. As you walked by, he noticed the back of your dress was unzipped. 

“Do you want me to-?” Danny stood up, gesturing to your dress. Nodding silently, you turned, allowing him to zip you in, much like your first night. 

“Listen, I’m not mad,” you murmured. “I’m flattered, really, but I’m not used to gifts like this. Especially from someone that…” what you wanted to say was someone that you had feelings for, that was only pretending to have them for you. Someone you found yourself head over heels for that was just a really good actor. 

“I wanted to do it.” Danny assured you, ignoring that the end of your unfinished sentence was more than likely ‘I only see as a friend.’. “I saw it and thought you would like it, and if it makes you feel better, it was on sale.”

“It…does make me feel better.” you pursed your lips as Danny brought his finger under your chin, lifting it up slightly. 

“And after this weekend, you’ll have it as a way to remember me when I’m away on tour and can’t hang out.” That thought made you smile, and you couldn’t help it. “I’ll be right back.” Danny left you in the living room as he got ready for dinner, and you settled at the table, starting your makeup. You chose a simple look, and were done by the time Danny re-emerged from the suite, dressed in nice black pants, a  half-buttoned white button down shirt, and black blazer. 

“You look handsome,” you complimented as he slid on his shoes. Danny smiled, watching you struggle with the ankle clasp of your heels. 

“Here, let me,” before you could protest, he was kneeling in front of you, your foot propped up on his knee as his large fingers deftly fastened one, then the other. You tried to fight the butterflies in your stomach as his large hand wrapped around your calf, gently placing it to the floor before picking up your other one. His palms were warm and you hope that he didn’t feel the goosebumps forming on your flesh from the contact. “There, how do those feel?” He helped you stand up from the chair, having you step a bit to make sure they weren’t too loose.

“They’re great, thank you.” the two of you headed down to dinner quietly, taking your seats and settling in. Dinner had already been served when Olivia called your name, directing your attention to her, where she complimented your new necklace. Mike and Danny exchanged glances across the table, a thumbs up from Mike that Danny nodded gratefully to. 

“It goes great with her dress tonight, doesn’t it?” Danny reached over, gently grazing the pendent with his fingers proudly. 

“Looks cheap,” a comment came from down the table, everyone shooting looks at Naomi. She rolled her eyes as she pushed her mixed greens salad around her plate. 

“Price doesn’t matter to me,” you responded coolly, looking directly at her for the first time in months. “It’s the thought behind it, and I think it’s gorgeous.” 

I do too,” Olivia shot a challenging look, making Naomi purse her lips and focus on her plate. 

“What did you do to have to buy a gift like that?” Gavin dug further, taking a sip of his whiskey as he stared Danny down. Danny cleared his throat, putting his arm around the back of your chair. 

“Unlike you, I treat my partners with respect. I got her the necklace because I love her and wanted to do something special for her.” Danny informed the other man, glaring at him, but with a smile on his face. “She deserves the world, and I plan on giving it to her.” 

“Gonna be hard when you’re gone all the time,” Gavin shot back. “You don’t think that’ll throw a wrench in those plans?”

“She’ll come with me on tour,” Danny shrugged as your hands twisted your napkin in your lap anxiously. “We communicate and make it work. It’s something important to us.” Danny took your hand under the table, squeezing it in his. 

“She doesn’t leave her couch, I’m surprised you’d get her onto a tour bus.” Gavin snorted. “But I guess the idea of being a groupie and tossed around by your band is too tantalizing to pass up, huh?” Before Danny could reply, Gavin was sputtering as red wine dripped down his face. Your hand had left Danny’, and was now holding your empty wine glass as you stood, glaring at Gavin. Without saying another word, you stormed out of the dining room, leaving a wake of perfume and merlot behind you as voices mixed together in shouts. 

“Honey, wait,” Danny was hot on your heels, and you turned when you were far enough away from the dining room. “Honey, please,”

“I’m not going back.” you shook your head, sniffling. “I’m not apologizing and I’m not going back.” Danny placed his hands on your upper arms. 

“I wouldn’t ask you to.” Danny soothed you. “He deserved it.” Tears welled up in your eyes at his soft tone, and you moved out of his grasp to hide them. 

“I ruined dinner, I shouldn’t have let him get to me.” your sudden tears had Danny standing back, waiting for a signal he was needed. “And you, you weren’t even phased by him.” 

“I deal with assholes all the time with my job, I’ve learned how to handle them.” Danny told you. 

“Everyone probably thinks I fuck your whole band now that he put that out there.” Danny shook his head, opening his mouth to speak, but was cut off. “No! They’re always going to wonder if it’s true!”

“Honey, no one thinks that.” Danny assured you, taking your arms again. When you didn’t pull away, he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your body as you sniffled into his blazer. “I can promise you they think Gavin and Naomi are absolutely horrible people. Gavin is so bitter you’ve moved on and he lost the best thing that could ever happen to him, and Naomi is stuck with a man who wishes she were you. They’re pathetic.”

You couldn’t help but allow yourself to melt into the warmth of Danny’s body as he soothed you. You could feel the anger and anxiety leaving your body as his hands ran up and down your back. But your face grew hot with embarrassment and you pushed away, turning and covering your face, wiping any stray tears away from your red face. Danny moved away, giving you space while you straightened yourself out. Stationing himself, he leaned against the cool, stone wall, ready to take you in his arms again should the resolve you were building crumble.  

Turning back, you gave him a sad smile, your eyes still watery and red. You’d managed to find the few specks of mascara that had made their way to your cheeks, and Danny still thought, red and slightly splotchy, you were still breathtaking.

“I’m sorry, I’m just..I'm starving, all I’ve had today was cucumber water, and I’m so, so upset, I don’t want to go back in there.” Danny pursed his lips, leaning against the wall until his face brightened up.

“Come on, I have an idea.” he pushed himself from the wall and held out his hand to you. Slipping your palm into his, you let him lead you back inside, down a back hallway. 

“Where are we going?” you asked, your heels clicking softly as you tried to keep up with his long strides. 

“To get you real food.” your brow creased until Danny pushed open a door, leading you into the winery’s kitchen. It was completely empty now that dinner was over, pristine stainless steel shining when Danny found the lightswitch.

“We’re going to get in trouble,” you worried your bottom lip between your teeth as Danny looked around.. 

“Only if we get caught,” Danny smirked back before finding the fridge. He opened the double doors, taking his time and looking at everything it had to offer. You, on the other hand, kept glancing towards the door, waiting for an angry chef to barge in at any moment. “Aha!” you watched Danny reach into the fridge and tuck some ingredients in his arms, shutting the doors a bit louder than you would’ve liked. He came around a large table, laying out all the ingredients in front of him. He searched around a little more, finding a plate and knife, before turning the flat-top on and setting to work.

“A grilled cheese?” you asked softly, making Danny turn to you with a grin.

“The best grilled cheese you’ve ever had,” he defended. “Just you wait.” you leaned against the prep table, watching him slather two slices of sourdough bread with butter before plopping them onto the flat-top, butter-side down. The sizzle made your stomach rumble, and you licked your lips as Danny scurried around, slicing the block of cheese as quickly as possible and tossing a few slices on each piece of bread. He buttered two more slices of bread and placed them on top of the cheese.

“They already smell so good,” you sighed, watching Danny as he found a spatula and checked the bottom slices for doneness.  Your eyes never left him, watching him work over a simple sandwich. 

“The key is grilling it low and slow,” Danny informed you over his shoulder. “You want that cheese nice and gooey, but the bread is just perfectly browned.” Danny flipped the first sandwich, and you watched the savory golden brown bread shine under the lights in the kitchen. You held yourself back from tapping your foot anxiously, reminding yourself Danny was being gracious enough to cook something for you. 

Once Danny was satisfied with his cooking, he grabbed the plate, placing the sandwiches on them before joining you at the prep table again. The knife he used to spread the butter crunched through the bread making your mouth water. Danny held up a sandwich, splitting it apart and watching the cheese pull like it was a commercial.

“Danny, that looks amazing,” you smiled. “But if you don’t give me that sandwich I am going to turn into a horrible monster.” chuckling, Danny handed you half, watching as you bit into it. Your eyes were closed, a moan rumbling in your throat as you chewed. “Oh my god, it’s so good.”

“I told you so,” Danny smiled around his own bite of his half. The two of you shared your sandwiches quietly before cleaning up, making sure no one would notice anything out of place. Instead of going back to your room, you and Danny walked around the winery.

“It’s kind of sad this is our first chance to really explore this place, and everything is closed for the night.” you mumbled. “It really is beautiful.”

“It is.” Danny agreed, stopping before a set of double doors, looking at the sign and pointing at it with his phone. “Wanna check out the reception set-up?”

“I don’t think they’ll have much set up, the rehearsal isn’t until tomorrow.” you shrugged. “Besides, it’s probably locked to-” Danny tried the doors, tugging one open and grinning back at you. “Security is not tight around here.”

“More fun for us!” Danny ushered you in, letting the door close behind him. The stage was already halfway furnished for the live band Olivia had booked for the party, a baby grand sitting off to the side. The room was lit only by a few canned lights above the stage, illuminating the instruments in a soft glow. A few tables were covered with white tablecloths, sage green accents adorning them.

Danny sat down at the baby grand piano on the small stage, his long fingers setting up shop upon the keys before glancing up.

“Any requests?” he smiled softly over to you. Thinking for a moment as you climbed the steps to the stage, you shrugged.

“The place is set up for a wedding, know anything romantic?” Danny grinned, tucking his head down and letting his fingers begin to dance along the keys. He gave a small flourish to the beginning of the song, and it took you a moment to understand what he was singing.

“Hold me close and hold me fast, the magic spell you cast, this is ‘la vie en rose’,” Danny’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it made something stir in your heart. His voice was soft and sweet and low, as if he was shy to sing in front of you, but still wanted to do it. “When you kiss me, heaven sighs, and though I close my eyes, I see la vie en rose’.”

“I love this song,” you rested your hands on the lid of the piano. “My grandpa would play it for my grandma every Saturday night, and she would dance next to the piano.”

“It’s a beautiful song.” Danny smiled up at you, his fingers never breaking from the melody. “How would she dance?” he asked curiously. Blushing, you cleared your throat.

“Well, since grandpa was playing, he couldn’t very well waltz with her,” you stepped away from the piano, holding your arms up and out in front of you. It looked like you were dancing with an invisible partner, holding their shoulder in one hand, and their invisible hand in the other. You began the box step your grandmother would do next to the piano, pressing down the feeling of looking incredibly silly. If Danny could sing in front of you, you could be as vulnerable too. “She would dance like this.” 

You proceeded to spin into the little waltz, giggling as you remembered your grandmother humming along to your grandpa’s playing. After a few years, her humming would be his guide, as grandpa’s fingers weren’t as nimble as they once were. You were so deep in the memories of your childhood, that you hadn’t noticed Danny no longer playing the song. You felt a hand at your waist and suddenly yours were filled, a shoulder under your left one and his own left hand clasped in your right. He was humming the song now, the hand on your waist pulling you in close. 

“My mom taught me to never let a woman dance by herself.” he murmured before continuing his humming. The two of you moved together, Danny near-expertly waltzing with you, and shocking you a bit as he gently spun you out and pulled you back into his arms. Instead of keeping your hands that were clasped together outside your bodies, Danny brought them in between your bodies, resting them against his chest. You weren’t sure what was coming over you, but when he rested his forehead against yours you felt a strange sense of peace, letting your eyes flutter shut.

His breath was warm across your face as he let out a sigh, and you felt yourself tilting your chin up, hoping his lips were close. You were practically vibrating with nervous energy as his grip on your hand tightened, tucking you closer into his chest. You swore you could feel the softest graze of his lips against yours before a loud thunk, jolting the two of you apart.

“Hey, you can’t be in here!” an employee called out from the doors, making you and Danny scramble off the stage, apologizing profusely. The two of you were laughing the whole way as you scurried out, only to laugh harder when you tripped a little in your heels, Danny near picking you up to get you out of the room. Your hand was clasped tightly in his as he led you back down the hallway and through the lobby.

“I told you we’d get in trouble!” you called out to him as you followed him up the stairs.

“We didn’t! We got out of there!” Danny laughed back, pulling the keycard from his pants pocket and swiping it at your door. The lock clicked and you rushed inside as if the employee had been chasing you both, shutting the door quickly.

Both you and Danny were panting as you walked into the room, and you took the moment to lean against the arm of the couch, undoing your shoes and tossing them to the side. 

“Danny, do you mind?” you asked, pulling your hair around front, reaching behind you for your zipper. Danny nodded, coming over and grasping the pull in his hand. As he dragged the zipper down, you felt his knuckles graze down your spine, following the path. When the zipper was all the way down, his touch didn’t stop. His knuckles trailed up and down your back softly, causing you to shiver almost imperceptibly. 

Turning around, you looked up at Danny, his eyes dark as they regarded you carefully. Taking in a deep breath, you licked your lips before speaking again.

“Danny, in the reception hall earlier,” you started, pausing as he stepped closer.

“Yeah?”

“Were you going to kiss me?”

“Yes.” 

“But…no one was around.” you whispered. 

“What if I was going to kiss you,” he brought a hand up, pushing your hair back from your face. “Just because I wanted to?”

“That-That would be fine.” you nodded as he got even closer.

“And what if I wanted to do more than just kiss you?” he asked, trailing his hand down to your mouth, letting his thumb gently tug at your bottom lip.

“What about your rule?” your voice cracked softly, your nerves and excitement getting the best of you as you pressed your body closer to his, the tension becoming so thick between you two.

Danny gazed down at you, his lips parted slightly and one arm grasped your waist, holding you flush against his own body. The other of his large hands slid up the back of your neck, cradling your head as his fingers threaded in your hair, tilting your head back. 

“Fuck it, we’re breaking the rule.” he breathed out, pressing his lips hotly against yours. You let your body melt against his, grasping at his shirt to keep yourself from toppling both of you over. Every other thought dissipated from your mind, the only one remaining was Danny’s large, warm hands and how badly you needed them on you, everywhere, all at once.

Neither of you could get close enough to the other, grinding your bodies together until Danny’s hands left your waist and head, only to grab at the backs of your thighs, tugging them towards him until you jumped, wrapping your legs around his hips as he turned and pressed your back to the wall. 

Cupping his face, you smashed your lips against his, eager to taste him again as he ground himself against you. The feeling of his erection through his pants against your clothed core was enough to send jolt through your entire body. Moving your hips with his, you began to work yourself up, panting between tastes of his lips and tongue.

“Danny,” you sighed against his lips. “I need to feel you, please,” a groan rumbled from Danny’s chest at your breathy pleading, and he readjusted his grip before moving you away from the wall, lips sealed to yours still. 

Your bottom came into contact with the soft bed, and you realized Danny’s hands had traveled during his movements, pushing the skirt of your dress up over your hips. He continued to move them further, pulling away and watching as you wordlessly moved your arms up in the air, letting him pull the garment off and toss it away. Expecting him to return to you, you took a breath, lips quivering with anticipation, anxious for his kiss, but instead Danny stepped back.

His eyes were dark as they locked with yours, and you watched his hands come to his front, beginning to work on the buttons of his shirt slowly. Your eyes were laser focused on his nimble fingers, but you allowed yourself to glance up to his eyes, catching them flicker from your face down to your chest, which was heaving with anticipation. Danny’s mouth was also taking in deep breaths, open as he worked his shirt open. 

It was slow motion, as the shirt opened fully, and he reached up, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall down his arms. Your eyes followed the trail of exposed skin, tracing the tattoo on his bicep quickly, itching to call to him and bring him closer so your fingers could do the same. His pants moved quicker, and soon he was gently ushering you back on the bed, his hands on the waistband of your paintes, letting your movements as you shuffled ease them down your legs.

After he tossed those aside, he watched as you spread your legs in front of him, welcoming his body in as he kneeled in front of you, naked as well. The sight of you in nothing but the necklace he gave you made his stomach tighten. The tension was growing thick between the both of you, your skin growing hot from his eyes drinking you in. Your cheeks flushed as he studied your body, and you felt a whine building up in your chest.

“Danny, touch me, please?” it broke through your lips, desperate and your body arched under his gaze, urging him into what you wanted. Danny’s lips tugged into a smile, the tip of his tongue between his teeth. He slowly leaned forward until the tip of his nose grazed just under your belly button. You gasped as his warm lips pressed against the cool skin of your stomach, beginning a trail down your pelvis. Another gasp left you as his tongue slowly glided over your clit, letting the tip flick it once before he kissed it. 

“Is this what you wanted, honey?” Danny murmured softly, adjusting his body to lay between your legs. He snaked an arm under your thigh, bringing his hand around rubbing slow circles around the swollen bud. Leaning in again, Danny gave your pussy another long stroke of his tongue, humming to himself. “You said my eyes looked like candy, but I think you’re the one made of sugar.”

“I’ll be whatever you want, just please don’t stop.” you sighed, looking down your body at him. Danny grinned wolfishly, snaking his other arm under your other thigh and tugging your thighs even further apart, delving his head between them. Your head fell back with a moan, the tingling pressure already building up in your abdomen as Danny’s mouth worked you over. His left hand gripped your thigh tightly, fingertips digging into the flesh, as if he was using the grip to try and reach his tongue further into you before it came back and looped around your clit. “F-feels so good,”

You could feel Danny smile against your core, causing you to roll your hips against his face. He relished the movements, letting you take control for a minute or two before raising his right hand from your thigh, splaying it onto your pelvis and pressing down, holding your hips in place for him. Danny began alternating between kitten licks and sucking your clit as he let his left hand untangle itself from your leg and brought his index and middle fingers to tease your slit. 

Wiggling your hips the best that you could, you heard Danny’s laugh, felt the vibrations of it on his lips as you tried to coax his fingers into you further. You were learning quickly that Danny was not one to leave you wanting, as he coated his fingers in your slick before pressing into you. The pressure that was building up in your pelvis was causing your back to arch as Danny’s fingers pumped in and out of you, moans spilling from your mouth between gasps of breath. 

“Don’t stop Danny, I’m so close!” you cried. Your words seemed to send him into overdrive, his fingers curling as the thrust in and tongue speeding up, whimpers escaping your throat, forming around his name as tingles shot through your body, the pressure finally breaking. Danny worked you through your orgasm, slowing his pace before withdrawing his fingers, and finally, after a few more strokes that made your body twitch, withdrew his mouth and tongue from you. 

You watched as he popped his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them off with his eyes closed, savoring the taste of you before taking them out with a soft pop. He opened his eyes, staring directly at you before leaning down, crawling up your recovering body. Danny’s lips captured yours in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself. Moaning into his mouth, you felt him settle his body against yours, his hard cock warm on your inner thigh. 

Pulling away, Danny supported himself on one arm, looking down at your flushed face. Before he could make another move, you reached up, taking your hand and letting the tips of your nails trail through his chest hair and down abdomen gently, causing the large man to shiver above you. Smirking, you let your nails gently scratch along the trail of dark, coarse hair until you reached the base of his cock.  Looking up into his eyes, you wrapped your hand around his length, pumping him letting your thumb brush over the head. Danny let out a shuddering breath, dipping his head into the crook of your neck as your hand ran up and down his shaft. 

Lifting himself up again, he let the hand not supporting him wrap around your wrist, halting your movements. Instead, you shifted your hips, letting Danny move again and you guided him to you, moaning softly as you ran the head of his cock up and down your soaked pussy. Your hips twitched as you ran him over your overstimulated clit, and Danny smirked, taking a hold of his cock and moving your hand away. 

Danny was slow, he worked his length inside you in small, paced thrusts, letting your walls adjust to him. The feeling of him inside you was incredible, your eyes nearly rolling back just from him finally bottoming out. Danny rested his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes, staying still for a few moments. 

“Fuckin’ incredible,” he panted softly. Swallowing roughly, you nodded in agreement as he pulled his hips back. The pull of his cock was delicious, you eagerly raised your hips to meet his thrusts as he began moving. Sweat was building on both of your bodies, but neither of you cared. Both of you were back into the frenzy of earlier, not being close enough, even with the barriers of clothes gone. 

Your arms wrapped around him, fingernails digging into his back as his thrusts became rougher, dragging down and eliciting a sharp hiss sucked through his teeth in your ear. 

“More,” you cried, “I need more,” Danny grunted softly, moving his body as he slid his arms beneath you, grasping your shoulders and using your own body as leverage to thrust harder and faster. Your body arched again, into Danny’s as his breathing began to get ragged. 

Dragging the tip of his nose across your face, he found your lips again, kissing you sloppily. Moaning into his mouth, you could feel the tension building up again, this time quicker and more exhilarating than before. You began to whimper and writhe beneath him, and Danny dragged his lips back to your ear.

“Are you gonna come again for me, honey?” His voice was low and gruff between shallow sighs and pants. You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut as you focused on the pleasure that was shooting through your veins, still waiting for the band to snap again. “I can feel you’re getting so close. Gonna come on my cock like a good girl?” 

“Mhm, Danny,” you nearly sobbed, teetering right on the brink. Tears began to prick your eyes as the tension almost became too much, Danny’s thrusts now bordering on the edge of pain and pleasure. The sound of his skin smacking against yours filled the room, mixing with his low voice reciting filth in your ear, coaxing you to unravel around him with a loud cry. 

“Fuck, fuck, ah!” Danny was breathing through his clenched teeth. “Honey I’m about to-where do you want it?”

“Inside, it’s okay,” you panted, holding Danny’s body tightly to yours to emphasize your words. One of his hands let go of the shoulder it was grasping, and instead he laid his palm flat over the sapphire pendant that rested against your throat now, feeling it dig into his palm as he closed his hand around your neck while he rutted into you. A few moments later, Danny was thrusting erratically, the slapping of his skin beginning to sting before he let out a low, growling sigh, stilling his hips as he spilled himself inside you. Sharp exhales filled your ear, a soft, whimpery moan floating from Danny’s mouth. 

Leaning up, you pressed soft, slow kisses to Danny’s shoulders, letting him take his time to catch his breath as you evened your own out. When he was ready, he slowly pulled back, the feeling of his skin leaving yours almost depressing, though he stayed hovering over you, hands holding himself up on either side of your head. 

“You were right,” you whispered softly. Danny’s brow furrowed curiously as he looked down at you. “You are amazing,” Danny continued to look at you for a few moments before laughing, recalling his tipsy admittance earlier in the week. 

“I don’t lie,” he shook his head, bending down and capturing your lips in a kiss. The movement was soft, slow and sweet, a stark difference to how frenzied they clashed with yours earlier. This softer side suddenly brought your body back from the tiredness you’d been feeling, and you squeezed your legs on Danny’s sides, using the strength you had left to roll both of you over so you were on top of him. 

“Mm, could’ve been a fluke,” you murmured against his lips. “We’ll have to do it again and see if it’s still as good.”

“I’m up for the challenge.” you grinned at his response, feeling him grow hard again while inside you, hands gripping your hips. “Think you can go again?”

“I can go as many times as I please,” you replied smoothly, slowly rocking your body on top of him. “Try and keep up.”

“Oh, I’ll keep up, Honey.”

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[sagesolsticewrites]

Trouble | Austin Butler x fem!reader

A cast outing after filming Austin's "Trouble" performance prompts you to finally confess your feelings.

Warnings: a couple swear words, possible spoilers for Elvis (2022), but I think that's it!

“CUT!”

Baz’s voice carried throughout the stage as the scene came to a close and Austin slid out of the police car, grinning and breathing as though he had just sprinted for miles, sweat dripping down his hair onto his face, snaking its way under the collar of his shirt. He was almost immediately surrounded by extras cheering and clapping, a near replica of the raging crowd that had surrounded him in the actual scene.

You, however, were frozen near the edge of the stage, brain frantically trying to process everything that had just happened. Images of Austin on his knees in front of the audience, cupping a girl’s face, laying onstage screaming into the mic flashed across your mind, doing absolutely nothing to calm the flush on your face. You had harbored a crush on Austin since he was brought on as Elvis and his latest performance had assured you that those feelings weren’t going away anytime soon. 

You saw Austin exchanging congratulations with Tom, Richard, Helen, and Baz, praising the rest of the cast surrounding him. His eyes continued sweeping the crowd, seemingly searching for someone, when his gaze met yours across the sea of actors and crew alike. Your breath caught in your throat, unable to tear away from his icy blue gaze, and you were sure he could read every thought racing through your mind about what exactly his rendition of “Trouble” had done to you. Embarrassed, the flush in your cheeks intensified, but Austin only gave you something that looked remarkably similar to a knowing smirk, his gaze burning into you for a split second before returning his attention to the crowd around him.

You let out a shaky breath. At least this was the last scene of the day and you could go home.

Some time later you were finally out of hair and makeup, and no sooner had the thought of curling up on your couch with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s crossed your mind when Olivia waved you over to her car.

“Come on! We’re all going out for drinks!”

Unable to find the energy to refuse, you slipped into the car with her. She playfully nudged your shoulder as you made your way to the cast’s usual bar.

“So, that ‘Trouble’ performance, huh?”

You stiffened imperceptibly. “Yeah, it was… quite a show.” you said in the most casual tone you could manage.

Olivia rolled her eyes, “Come on, please just admit you have feelings for Austin already. You’ve been giving him serious heart eyes every time you see him, it’ll be so much easier if you just tell him.”

You blinked “Wha- Have I really been that obvious?”

“Well, to me and Natasha and everyone… yeah. Kinda. If you’re asking if Austin has noticed? I’ll have to get back to you on that one. But trust me, he definitely likes you too.”

“He definitely doesn’t, but I appreciate the vote of confidence” you replied, the tone of your voice signaling that you definitely didn’t want to talk about this anymore.

“Alright, I’m just saying,” she said “you never know what might happen.”

Your only reply was a shrug, and before you knew it the two of you had pulled up to the bar where Natasha and a few of the others had already grabbed a table. In what seemed like no time at all, the table was filled with a cacophony of laughter and eventually, thanks to Olivia, the conversation turned to the scene that was still on everyone’s minds.

“Austin, I’m sorry, but can we please talk about how incredible that ‘Trouble’ performance was?” Olivia smiled at her co-star.

He let out a shy laugh, “Well, thanks, Liv. I mean,” he gestured to the rest of the cast around the table “I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you guys.”

More people jumped into the conversation to heap their praise on Austin when Olivia spoke up again, “I’m serious, you were absolutely amazing. I know (Y/N) enjoyed it.” She nodded over to you.

You froze as the attention of everyone around the table turned to you. You knew Olivia was only trying to help, but you still wanted to sink into the floor as you mumbled “Yeah, it was, um. Seriously amazing. You did an awesome job.”

You cleared your throat, excusing yourself and pushing your chair back from the table as you made your escape out the back door into a small alley dimly lit by the few lights outside the bar.

You leaned against the brick wall of the building trying to gather yourself, but before you could do much of that, the door next to you opened and Austin stepped out into the alleyway. 

“Hey, you okay? It seemed like some of the stuff Olivia said back there kinda… got under your skin a bit.” he said, moving to lean on the section of brick wall next to you.

You shook your head. “It’s nothing, I’m fine.”

He frowned, concerned. “Hey, now. If something’s upsetting you, I’d really like to at least try to fix it.”

“Why do you care?” you huffed, not caring that you sounded like a petulant child at this point.

“Wha-“ he stammered, confused, “Why do I care? Because you’re my friend, and-“

“Exactly.” You cut him off, praying he wouldn’t hear how your voice was breaking, “I’m your friend and that’s all I’ll ever be because I can’t just suck it up and tell you that I’ve been completely and totally in love with you since the day I met you and all the stupidly nice things you do like getting me coffee, making me laugh even when I’m having a bad day, hell, even coming out here after me tonight,” you gestured to the dim alleyway, “make me fall a little bit more in love with you and I don’t…”

As your voice trailed off, you felt a warm hand cup your face and you lifted your gaze to meet his. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours, your back pressed into the rough brick behind you, your hands working their way into silky black hair. His hands moved to settle on your hips and you could swear you felt sparks when he brushed the exposed strip of skin above your jeans.When the need for air became too much, you hesitantly pulled away, breathing hard.

“I’ve wanted to do that,” Austin panted, his nose and forehead still pressed against your own as if he was unwilling to let you get too far away, “for so long.”

“Um.” you said cleverly as you tried to process what had just happened because holy shit his lips were soft and your arms were still flung around his neck and had his hair really always been that soft?

“I’m sorry, was that too much?” He took a half step back, noting the state you were in. You released him, your hands instead coming down to rest in his own.

“No! No, I just…” you shook your head, unable to find the words for how you were feeling, eventually settling on, “That was perfect.”

He chuckled, squeezing your hands once before he cleared his throat, the slight drawl in his voice becoming more prominent. “Would you maybe want to get outta here? Grab a drink or something just the two of us?”

“I’d love that,” you grinned.

Austin led you back into the bar, quickly letting the others know that, “Hey (Y/N) and I are gonna head out,” before leading you right back out to his car, wolf whistles and cheers following you out from your castmates, with one especially boisterous “Get it, girl!” from Olivia. You felt your face burning as Austin wrapped his arm around you outside the bar, burying your face in his neck and hoping that the warmth in your cheeks would subside soon.

He laughed, unable to resist the opportunity to tease you, and leaned down so his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “I did see you after that scene today, you know. I know exactly how much you liked my Trouble performance,” he whispered teasingly in an exaggerated Southern drawl before pressing a quick kiss to your temple and ushering you into the car.

Well, that’s it! My first fic! Hopefully y’all enjoyed ☺️ Huuuuuge thank you to @solopadawan for letting me ramble about Austin with them 💛 Please like and reblog, let me know what you thought! Have an awesome day!

#austin butler #elvis (2022) #austin butler x reader #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #elvis 2022

[ladylooch]

Liv bringing a boy home and her brothers and dad not liking it at all and going into protective mode. While Emma is super her babygirl got a boyfriend.

The way Emma would NOT let this fly.

Emma’s brown eyes do not leave her husband’s face. 

She knows this interrogation of a date for their daughter is because of him and his recruitment of their sons. She’s half surprised Lio isn’t FaceTiming in from New Jersey right now to join the fun.

“Hands a little higher there, eh bud?” Logan squints at the older boy then takes a dramatic chug of his Sprite.

Only the tightening of Timo’s lips at the right corner gives his scheming away.

It’s enough for Emma.

“T, baby, help me in the kitchen?” She murmurs sweetly, batting her lashes to lure him into a false sense of security. “It’s time for gelato.”

“Sure mama.” Timo stands, glancing at the twin boys we are leaving with the teenagers. The Meier boys come to a secrete agreement to keep an eye on them.

“Whatever you boys are doing needs to stop.” Emma huffs after Timo shuts the sliding glass door.

“What?” He shrugs, shaking his head.

“I know exactly what you are up to. Poor Liv is out there on the verge of tears.” Timo glances out the door, seeing the distain on his daughter’s face. 

“She’ll thank me later.” Timo insists.

“Timo.” His full name from his wife’s mouth causes the hair to stick up on the back of his neck. “You are being incredibly unfair.”

“How?” He scoffs.

“You cheer for every girl Lio brings through his bedroom but do this to our only daughter?”

“That is different.”

“You’re being an ass.” She snaps. “Get out there and tell the boys to stop it.”

“Come on, Em. You’ve seen what happens when you don’t scare the shit out of teenage boys. Look at your brother’s house with Lucie.”

“That’s a nice thing to say about your niece.”

“Babe.” Is all Timo says in response. His eyes widen exaggeratedly and he shakes his head slowly. He isn’t wrong. Lucie’s taste has certainly been eclectic recently.

“Lucie aside, Liv deserves better.”

“So we agree. Our daughter deserves the world.”

“Yeah, but you’re going about it wrong. She won’t find that if you protect her from everything.”

“You think he’s a good one?” Timo is unbelieving with his tone.

“I don’t know. But I do know I liked the way he shook your hand, looked you in the eye and opened the car door for her when they came back from mini golf.” Timo sighs.

“Fine. I’ll take it easier on him.”

“Good. And call off your mini wolf hounds.” 

Timo’s phone begins to buzz on the counter, showing Lio’s contact picture. Ah, there is the oldest wolf hound.

“Really?” Emma mutters as she takes the cookies out of their container.

Timo chuckles, answering.

“Hi Lee.”

“Hey, is now a good time?”

“Ah quite the opposite. Your mom is pissed. She’s figured us out.”

“Told you she would. Hi mama.” He says when Emma comes next to T. She leans her head on his strong shoulder. 

“Hi baby.” Emma grins at her oldest, sweetest boy. “We are having your favorite dessert.”

“Aw, you’re making gelato cookies?”

“Yeah. I can send you one?”

“Please.” Lio smiles back, pretending he isn’t horribly homesick at not being where his parents and siblings are. “How is it going with Liv?”

“Your mom thinks he’s the one.” Emma flicks the back of Timo’s ear,  tisking as she pushes away from him. His palm finds her ass as a sexy retort. She rolls her eyes at her husband’s shenanigans.

“Hey Lee, you and Con still got that comfy couch? Your daddy keeps this up and he’s gonna be visiting.” 

#tm: loving & leaving

[bigenderanne]

Today was the first time I've checked my inbox since I wrote my side of the situation. I'm working on another post in my drafts now that's bringing out more emotions in me so it might take awhile as it goes more into detail my history with transphobia and abuse, but I wanted to write some more quick and to the point (and less triggery) for those of you who are checking in on me, and to answer a few questions that have repeatedly come up in my hundreds of asks.

Most of the asks have been supportive and checking in on my mental health and physical safety. Thank you for that! Obviously my mental health is still a little shaken, and I'm uncomfortable with the fact she knows we've bought a new house, but I believe we are physically safe. That being said, it is part of the restraining order that's she's not allowed to interact with us on the internet in any way, shape, or form, nor is she allowed to use any electronic means of communication to interact with us, either. This is why I have refrained from responding to any of her posts. It would be completely unacceptable for me interact with her with the expectation she cannot reply.

This leads me into restraining orders. No, you cannot get a restraining order on anybody for any reason. You certainly cannot get one "just because you don't like someone's hair color" as one asker put it. We had to provide evidence that it was necessary for our peace of mind and safety. Stalking is incredibly hard to prove, and "professional" stalkers know the laws and how to skirt them. I am lucky that she didn't. I've worked with people who have been stalked, due to the nature of my job, and will say I had it pretty easy in comparison, just due to the fact she was being so blatant.

I'm obviously not going to name names because she may be reading my blog, but if anything I say upsets her she only has herself to blame. Someone involved in the group chat had been lurking, just due to the fact they joined for the fandom and when it devolved into her talking about how much she hated me, they lost interest. However when she started talking about the intervention, they'd gone back and taken well over a hundred screenshots and compiled them into a folder. In these screenshots were also pictures she had taken of us from afar. Mostly pictures of me at clubs, or at arcades, or drinking/vaping, sometimes talking to men (strangers, people I never spoke to before or since, so I don't even recall these men, but I am a very chatty person and strike up conversations with people I don't know often) insisting that I must be having sex with them based on body language. If anybody even tried to say that I was just probably being friendly, she would immediately tell them she was going to kick them from the group. (She started the channel.) She would often post memes she found on the internet with the theme of how extroverts are terrible and simply leave my name as the comment. It seemed to have become a meme itself within the group chat: they'd find a meme about extroverts that was cruel, or even just a meme about how introverts are so much better, and simply respond with my name. This led to them using my face as a meme and simply reposting the extrovert meme texts around my face. The picture used was one she had taken of me sneezing, which looked absolutely ugly because I was sneezing. (To the handful of asks who made comments about me being an extrovert automatically made it ESH and all extroverts are obnoxious: try hard not to stress too much about starting high school in a few weeks. Freshman year is hard on everyone.)

Outside of the groupchat, although the photos she had taken of me without my consent was probably the only evidence really needed, "Mike" did recount the many, many times she would show up to events "coincidentally" or how she was shopping at all the places he shopped at the same time he shopped despite the fact she lived on the other side of the city where there are more stores closer to where she lives. Furthermore, many of our friends corroborated that she would often ask them what we were doing, if we had plans, and would often show up to events they were at but if we were not in attendance she would leave as soon as it was apparent we wouldn't be showing. Since we had all noticed this behavior, and die to my job I am well aware of the warning signs, we had all began writing down and taking pictures of these incidents, such as how her car was parked outside Mike's street (where it was public property) until two am a few times. The people that were in my house, I have come to find out, were minors, so im trying to be forgiving. I have not spoken to any of them since, and frankly I have no desire to ever speak to, or see, them again, but they are young and she absolutely had them convinced I was cheating. I ought to have called about her entering my home without permission, but I didn't. I didn't want to get cops involved.

Also, there has been a few "lesbians uhauling lol" comments that I can only assume are from terfs, so I don't particularly care, but for those who may be worried about the living situation for non terfy reasons: we have known each other for four years and been best friends for at least three of those four years. We got even closer this past year. Also, I was renting and the screaming did piss off my landlord and even though I explained the situation and I wasn't given an eviction notice, I didn't feel safe staying there because I started getting text reminders about noise complaints for, like, doing laundry in the afternoon. I brought up moving in together to his apartment, but we realized both of us were first time home buyers. He has good credit and doesn't have any school payments, so his debt to income ratio was practically nonexistent. I have great credit, although my DTI is higher than his. The mortgage was more than half what either of us were paying for rent. So really it actually made financial sense as well. We had been casually discussing it before we started dating, moving in as friends/roommates.

I feel like I'm doing as okay as I can, considering the circumstances. I'm a private person so I won't be putting my actual blog title nor hers anywhere. I have no desire to attract more attention to my blog, which is honestly just destiel, Good Omens, OFMD, and other ships. It's not a personal blog at all and I'd like to keep it that way.

#update #mentions of stalking

[storiesofsvu]

Happy Thursday hoes, let’s get to it!

Todays pros: citytv thinks im in TO so I’m getting it started at six!

Cons: no subtitles.

Alright, OG up first.

Love this new detective that��s a fanboy of everyone, makes me miss rollins lol

Pls let it be a female perp. We love a good female perp.

Okay seriously, this very subtle shaky cam is fucking terrible and hurts my head.

The GROAN I let out at the sight of Samantha in her well fitted pants suit sitting there like a fucking badass pissed off look on her face. Ma’am. Please. (yes, she is the only reason I watch this show)

Okay, the pedo may be the only eye witness, but they still have blood on the murderers pants, don’t they? Would that not tie it together enough? Or is it because the eye witness was the one who lead them to him? God I hate the legal system.

I REALLY wish this show would show more of the arguing between Nolan and Sam, like these two do NOT see eye to eye or have the same opinions on basically anything. And while I know major fighting would be called unprofessional, we at least used to see the lawyers get into it, or bantering. There’s so many times that you can tell just by the look of her face that Sam’s pissed, that she doesn’t think highly of him or his decisions on cases, like she hates him. I wanna see that play out on screen LOL

SVU time!

Let’s see if this week is any better than the last ones

Liv back in therapy, we love to see it.

A crumb of EO? Will that keep the crazies at bay? (like, I don’t even ship it but fuck am I sick of it now, the baiting is hella annoying and terrible, make it happen or not, don’t keep leading the actual ship fans on…)

Uhhh… is there not some kind of patient dr confidentiality? Like this bitch could have just lost her job (esp with someone like mcgrath involved… wtf..)

ITS THIS KIND OF SHIT THAT MAKES ME FERAL. In previous episodes they’ve had situations where shrinks couldn’t testify when they were the ONE witness, and like the entire case went into the trash because of it based off this exact type of situation… where TF is the continuity??

Okay… so she’s a minor so I can see the loophole here, BUT the therapist should have told her parents….

I knew it wasn’t the math tutor…

Ok… so mcgrath threatens to kill the math tutor, but when they’re picking up the son across the street he goes rage on benson?? And the iab captain? Shouldn’t you be attempting to punch the kid or something? God I really hope this ep is his last…

“can you drop that to me?” good thing Bruno’s there cause fin would have ZERO ideas on how to do that…

“until the age of 25 the male brain is about as useful as an electrified meatball” jfc… that wins for best line of the night.

Where the fuck is Velasco? Like.. man deserves his paycheques too..

Okay, mcgrath’s wife needs to shut the fuck up, liv’s trying to help her daughter and she accuses liv of gunning for mcgrath’s job.. jfc..

I was expecting mcgrath to throw hands not pull out his fucking GUN jfc… and like.. that was infront of two cars, that’s gonna be on a dash cam somewhere…

This is one of those one case turns into 4 but there’s only 5 mins left of the episode… cmon…

“I guess I didn’t see it in myself…” THANK YOU I was just gonna bring up the whole half assed back plot of mcgrath being abusive… (which is on par for cops, and ironic that the woman playing his wife was the wife of a cop who abused/raped her in 1.o)

This very much seems like a good bye. Pls let it be a good bye. Petition to bring back Garland!

Okay… im confused, I looked at my phone for 5 seconds and lost track of what was happening. Is the iab captain joining svu, cause that doesn’t work…theyre both captains. Or is she saying she’ll be filling in for mcgrath in the meantime??

Onto OC!

Okay, I am incredibly thankful for carisi on oc, but he’s the *sex crimes* ada.. not the only Manhattan ada, he wouldn’t be prosecuting this case… lol

Me: “wait I thought he was an officer.”

Reyes: “detective?” *side eye*

Me: ah yes, okay he was promoted the writers didn’t forget between weeks.

God this entitled pos teenager… wtf… its not *your* house bitch.

Ah, thank god, here’s the arguing that was missing in OG, not surprised its Elliot. Lol.

Oh god..the bratty teen overheard that didn’t she? Fuck..

God… this girl is gonna blow the entire thing, isn’t she? Like, in todays day and age with all the social media and how teenagers (and some adults) don’t know how to go without it, there’s no way they’d cut contact with everyone and delete socials and keep things quiet.

Aaaaaannd here we go. 5 seconds in and she’s blown their new location. (also WHY would the cops even tell them the location? That seems like something they wouldn’t do until they were halfway there…)

Okay… we’re missing a daughter.. I don’t know if this is supposed to be Maureen or elizabeth but I’m assuming liz as it looks like her kids are twins and she was the twin… Also where’s dickie? (I know the brother said something about someone not being able to get a flight? Im just deaf and without subtitles I couldn’t tell ya what exactly was said lol)

How old is this younger brother supposed to be? The only info online I can find is the actor is 50 which im not sure I believe.

Okay there’s dickie he’s in the background!

These guys KNEW they were in a high risk situation and none of them have a vest anywhere near them? ARE WE DUMB?! IS IT OUR FIRST DAY ON THE JOB?

Okay, there’s the other kid.

Maureen and Kathleen giving side eye while sipping their drinks while the tea is being spilt is the highlight of this moment.

This is SOOO awkward for everyone else at the table jfc… ESPECIALLY Eli’s poor girlfriend.. like. Welcome to the family drama, don’t worry we never have to come back…

Why the fuck did jet not grab the other gun?!

Me: unfazed at Elliot body slamming a teenager.

Bell: *casually* “I’m shot”

Me: ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL RIGHT NOW

THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING IF WE FUCKING LOSE HER I WILL ACTUALLY RIOT.

(BUT ALSO MAY WE STEP BACK TO 8 LINES EARLIER WHERE I WAS YELLING ABOUT THEM NOT HAVING VESTS ON?!)

I knew this other captain was going to be coming more into play, but im pissed its cause bell’s out with a gunshot wound.

Christ.

Okay well, another week and OC is continuing it’s reign as superior of the three!

Some pics for context/hilarity

#law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit #law and order organized crime

[thefactsofthematter]

43 for sprace but race said that

43: “YOU DID WHAT?”

y’all ready for some fluff??? i’m absolutely loving this little au and i hope you do too!! no content warnings here, just pure sweetness and stupidity 🤩

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It's a Saturday afternoon in the middle of July, it's gorgeous outside, and Racetrack Higgins is stuck in his bedroom, doing homework.

He's not sure how long he's been staring at the same page of his textbook, his eyes unfocused and not really reading anything anymore, when he hears the door of the apartment swing open. His roommates went out a couple of hours ago to go enjoy the beautiful day, like any other sane people who opted not to take an unbearably hard summer course would do— they must finally be back now.

"Hi Race!"

There's really no need for Spot to shout, as their place truly isn't that big, but the man seems to only have two volume settings— silent and stoic, or obnoxiously loud. It's kind of hilarious.

"Hi Spot!" Race calls right back, silently thanking all that's holy for the interruption and excuse to leave his desk for a bit. He stands up to head out to the living room, and his whole back cracks. He's clearly been sitting too long. "What's up, dude!?"

"You gotta come see this, bro!" Spot continues. "Me and Olivia got matching tattoos!"

Immediately, Race's brow furrows in some mixture of amusement and confusion.

"Wait, you did what?"

When he turns the corner, there stand his two roommates— or rather, one sits happily in a baby carrier, strapped to the chest of the other, because she's only ten months old and not very good at standing yet. They're a very cool pair, in their matching sunglasses and tank tops, and they're both grinning like absolute devils. It's adorable.

"Lookit," Spot beams, holding up Olivia’s chubby little arm to show the temporary tattoo of a sparkly purple unicorn that's been applied to her bicep. He's got the very same one shimmering on his cheek, as his face is one of the only parts of his body not covered in real tattoos. "We're twinning!"

Race can't help but laugh.

"You are. Where'd you get those?"

"There was this street fair thing going on a few blocks down, some booth was giving away all these little stickers and tattoos and stuff," Spot replies, toeing his shoes off and dropping his diaper bag by the door. He pulls something from his back pocket. "We got you one too— Livy didn't want you to feel left out." He passes the square of paper into Olivia’s tiny fist. "Here, give it to Racer, baby."

Race walks over to grab it from her, and she giggles and blows a raspberry at him.

"What did your daddy do to you, Liv?" he teases, crouching down to coo at her. "Pretty soon you're gonna be all inked up, just like him!"

She babbles and reaches out for him.

"Can you hang out with her for a minute?" Spot asks, carefully unclipping the carrier to take her out. "I need to give her a bottle and put her down for a nap, but I gotta piss first."

"Of course. I'm always down to hang out with this little princess." Race takes the baby, making all kinds of silly faces at her to distract her as Spot walks away. He bounces her gently in his arms and wanders over to the kitchen. "Where should I put my tattoo? What do you think, Olive?"

He opens the fridge to grab a pre-mixed bottle— Spot usually keeps a few on hand— and gives it a good shake. Olivia has gotten picky lately and only likes cold formula, rather than warmed or room-temperature, so he passes it straight to her and she's happy to go to town on it.

"Man, you were hungry," he chuckles. "Look at you go. You're drinking like your daddy doing a keg stand— did you know he was a party animal? Believe it or not, your dad used to be cool."

Spot is still cool, Race supposes, but it's fun to pick on him; he obviously doesn't go out as much as he used to, even though he's finally legal now, because he's a little busy looking after a tiny human most of the time. In fact, it's incredibly cool that Spot balances part-time school, part-time work, and full-time single fatherhood so gracefully at only twenty-one, because Race is rather sure he'd have some kind of stress-induced mental breakdown every other week if he were in Spot's shoes.

Actually, Spot is kind of the coolest person alive, if you really think about it.

And Race does think about it... a lot.

Not in a weird way, because he's been best friends with Spot for over three years, ever since they were randomly assigned roommates in their freshman dorm, and he's also seventy percent sure Spot is straight— but, like, he probably admires the guy a little more than would be considered normal for your best pal.

"Now, about this tattoo, huh?" He changes the topic from his own overthinking, keeping Olivia cradled in one arm as he rummages around for some paper towel with his free hand. "There's no chance I'm putting it on my face. What if I match with you and put it on my arm?"

Race doesn't have nearly as many tattoos as Spot, just a few doodles all around his arms and chest, and he's currently shirtless because it's hot as balls in his bedroom, so he could really stick the sparkly unicorn practically anywhere. He wets the paper towel in the sink and uses it to press the little square of paper to the bicep of the arm that he's holding Olivia with.

It's just as he's peeling the paper off to reveal his new ink that Spot emerges from his bathroom break.

"Aren't you two just the cutest?"

Race grins.

"I know, I'm pretty adorable. I guess she's okay too."

Spot rolls his eyes. He looks totally exhausted but incredibly content, which has basically been his default ever since Olivia came into the picture. He never complains about his situation, though it surely isn't easy— he just keeps trucking along and doing his best, rarely even asking for help.

"Dumbass," he laughs. "Thanks for feeding her, though. She was getting super fussy while we were out— I think the heat was a little much."

"I'll go put her down when she's done eating," Race offers. "You look beat. Just chill for a bit, I've got her."

Spot leans against the counter, rubs his hands over his face, and lets out a deep, tired sigh. He clearly needed this little break.

"Fuck. Thank you. You're amazing."

Race rocks Olivia gently— she's settled right down, looking very comfy and sleepy. He truly didn't think he was good with kids until this little angel came along; he's apparently got some kind of magic touch, because she's always perfectly calm for him.

"No problem, bro. I'm always happy to help."

Spot sets to work on making himself something to eat, so Race just paces around until it looks like Olivia’s about done with the bottle, her eyes starting to fall shut.

"Alrighty. Time for a nap, little dude." He sets the bottle in the sink and heads off to Spot's bedroom to lay her in her cot. He carefully wiggles her into her sleep sack, pops a pacifier in her mouth, switches on the white noise speaker, and draws the curtains. "Have a good sleep, Livy. I love you."

He gently shuts the door behind him— he knows she sleeps like a rock, but he still gets paranoid about being too loud— and when he steps back into the living room, Spot is unabashedly staring at him from where he’s settled himself on the couch.

"Dude," Spot says, after a second, "I think I might be in love with you."

Race stops short. His heart skips a beat.

"What?" He shakes his head. "I mean... awesome. Sick. That's great. But, like... what?"

Spot laughs a little to himself, with that stupid sparkly unicorn still shimmering on his cheek.

"I can’t believe I just realized it. You’re just, like, the best person ever— you’re hot, and you’re smart, and you take such good care of Liv, and I’m so into you… is that weird?”

Race blinks.

“No, not that weird.” He sits down next to Spot on the couch. “I don’t think so, at least. It’s chill.”

“I just told you I’m in love with you,” Spot laughs, “and all you can say is it’s chill? What does that even mean?”

Now, for someone who talks an awful lot, Race is terrible with words. He’s got absolutely no clue what to say, so he simply pulls Spot in for a kiss.

“Does that answer your question?” he asks, after a few seconds.

Spot rolls his eyes.

“You are so fucking stupid.”

But he kisses Race again, so he can’t possibly be that annoyed.

Race smiles into it— everything about Spot’s kiss is perfect, and he can’t help but think that this is exactly how their weird little family was meant to be.

#is this my best writing ever? probably not but it’s funny so idc <3 #as always pls reblog and whatnot i appreciate it and i like reading tags teehee #newsies #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #sprace #my writing

[justabooknerdposts]

Okay, I have to admit that while there were a lot of great moments in episodes 6 & 7 that I really enjoyed, I did feel like there were some pacing issues in those episodes. But, holy cows, episode 8 KNOCKED IT OUT OF THE PARK. Seriously, this one DE-LIV-ERED. Sure, there were a handful of changes from the book, but the overall arc was there and it felt to me like everything was upgraded to give an incredible cinematic feel and to pack the most emotional punch, which it totally did.

Highlights for me were Percy and Poseidon’s meeting (and the emotion both were able to convey without words), Annabeth giving Percy her necklace, a last moment with Mrs. Dodds, Zeus being totally intimidating, Annabeth using the cover of hugging Percy to also give him information, and the final fight with Luke. Honestly, having to watch Percy’s reaction to Luke’s betrayal was so much more painful than just reading it. And I honestly liked the way it played out with Annabeth at the end of the scene. Again, added to the emotional wallop. Oh, and the blue pancakes at the end!!

Also loved the clear setup for season 2 in the last scene between Percy, Annabeth, and Grover. I will take season 2 right now, please and thank you, Disney.

Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed watching the show. Walker, Leah, Aryan, and the rest of the cast did an absolutely FANTASTIC job and I can’t wait to see what they do moving forward.

#pjo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #percy jackon and the olympians

[inmyblueparadise]

The 6th member of One Direction 

Headcanon: P3 of being the sixth member of 1d (Imagine One Direction x reader)

Here is a Part 3 ! Thanks to @deamus-liv for the request ! xx

Being a mess after your final performance on the X-Factor

« What do we do now ? » « Now we rest and enjoy our lives ! » « But are we still going to be mates ? » « Of course angel, we are family, always and forever »

hugs and kisses all around

Getting one last drink with the boys at your house, to celebrate the hiatus

« To us boys ! » « Yeah to us and to finally chill for a few months »

Spending the first few weeks with your parents, after years of being on the road

Taking a break off social media, because it broke your heart to see the fans sad

Going on vacation on a tropical island

Texting with the boys non-stop on your group chat - yes it’s called « Wrong Direction »

« Guys I just saw a shark !!! » « Did you put sunscreen on ? » « Yes Liam I did, jeez I’m on vacation ! » « Don’t come complaining if you get a sunburn »

Getting a sunburn…and complaining 

« Told you Angel » « Shut up Payno »

Coming back home and finally unpacking, and organizing everything

Creating a wall, with pictures and memorabilia of the band

And crying about it - a lot

Visiting Louis and your godson Freddie

« Oh my god Lou’ he’s getting so big » « I know it’s crazy innit ? »

Niall trying to teach you golf, and failing miserably 

« Jesus you suck at this ! » « that’s because my teacher is a dumbass » « fuck Off I’m excellent »

Reconnecting with Zayn

Starting to get restless and trying to occupy yourself

Going to the X-Factor to support Louis

« I’m so proud of you Lou’ and I know that your mom would be too » « Thank you Angel, I love you »

Crying and hugging the others while watching him 

Writing music 

A lot of music 

Releasing a single 

Starting to discover yourself, and most importantly your sound

Finally quitting Syco and MOdest! (because fuck them anyway) 

Being invited by Louis for his judge’s house

« It is my pleasure to welcome two incredible people to help me, they’re my bestfriends its Y/N L/N ans Liam Payne » « Hi Tommo » 

Going to Jamaica with Harry to help him write his fist album 

« Thank you for coming love » « Thank you for having me Haz! » 

Appearing on his little documentary - making the fans go crazy

And being here when he cuts his hair

«  I can’t belive him, it’s going to be so weird » « Omg, you look like you’re 18 again » 

Making an album alone 

Going on tour, alone, but enjoying it so much

the boys coming to support you - obvs

Supporting the guys during their shows

« GO NIALL ! » « There is someone special here tonight, everybody make some noise for my little Angel » 

And showing your support during interviews

« What do you think of the boy’s songs ? » « They are incredible I’m really happy for them » « They are doing amazing and I’m so proud of them for finding themselves and enjoy everything » 

Meeting Bear

« Damn now you’re really Daddy Direction » « After taking care of all of you on the road, I’m ready for anything » « Oh ! Sod off Liam we were not that bad ! » « You and Niall got stuck in a kitchen for 2 hours, because you were hungry ! » « I don’t see the problem, we found the food, that’s being responsible » « That’s being pains in my ass ! »

Overall, love your life but missing the boys dearly, and knowing that one day you will reunite stronger and happier than ever

Because this is not the end of One Direction. 

#one direction #imagine one direction #One Direction x reader #one direction x fem!reader #"fluff #directioners #harry styles #liam payne #niall horan #louis tomlinson #zayn malik #1d imagines #reader #imagine #imagine 1d

[sitp-recs]

Hi Liv! Thanks for your amazing blog 🙏 I’m looking for Drarry fics with good ace/demi representation if you or your followers know any. I think I might be on the ace spectrum and reading about ace Harry/Draco could help me a lot. Tysm ❤️

Hey anon, I’m sorry this took a while! I’m currently travelling and haven’t been able to check Tumblr regularly. Sending lots of love your way 💜 I haven’t read many ace fics but all these are lovely, I hope you find them helpful. You should also check these wonderful recs by @katie-alden!

Cake is Ace by bafflinghaze (2015, G, 2.6k)

As part of a dare, Harry and Draco get locked in a cupboard together. Harry swears that it isn’t what it looks like!

Which Merely That Is by @bafflinghaze (2020, M, 3.5k)

In which Harry notices changes in Draco (he’s a late bloomer, apparently), but that’s not nearly as important as the time they spend together.

the trembling of the moment by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm and @porcelainsalt (2020, G, 5k)

In which Draco's quiet single-parent life is not so much interrupted as unexpectedly harmonised.

Cake, Please by leontina (2013, T, 8.7k)

Harry is struggling with mental health issues, and Draco is struggling with his sexuality. They both feel alone and broken, until Harry hires Draco as a portrait painter.

In the Ways That Matter by FleetofShippyShips (2018, T, 9k)

Falling asleep with Harry Potter mid-argument, while completely pissed, was something Draco could never have predicted happening when he returned for his repeat seventh-year at Hogwarts. But it happened. And then it happened again. And again. At some point the alcohol was gone, and they were just falling asleep side by side night after night, escaping nightmares together.

Capture the moment (Capture my heart) by dot_the_writer (2019, M, 9.6k)

Surrounded by photographs with just a cat to keep him company, Draco was left questioning his identity and what a new label would mean for his relationship with Harry.

the space between (what you want and what you need) by disapparater (2020, M, 13k)

As a specialist Healer in dark magic, Draco has had his fair share of difficult cases and awkward patients. Still, nothing has prepared him for a curse-paralysed Harry Potter.

Like a Dream I Can Reach (but not quite hold) by Cassiara (2021, M, 19k)

Harry spends his life waiting for something he isn’t entirely sure he wants, and looking for something he doesn’t know exists. Everything feels ill-fitting until Draco Malfoy enters his life and shows Harry he doesn’t have to want the expected things, and Harry learns happiness doesn't have to look a certain way.

Cake co. by toutcequonveut (2020, T, 21k)

Draco is the ace of cakes! Or: the story of how Draco Malfoy goes from war criminal to baker incredible, makes some unexpected friendships, and learns more about himself along the way. A journey of growth told through cake.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose and dustmouth (2018, M, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

And also this fic recced by @erin-riwen!

Burn The Witch by @lettersbyelise (2019, E, 96k)

When Harry Potter is sent in to investigate Draco Malfoy’s successful potions company, posing as Draco’s bodyguard, he doesn’t know the case will launch a series of events that will change his life — and Draco’s. A story about choices, scars, Chopin piano pieces, and finding all kinds of love in the most unexpected places.

#asks #anon #drarry recs #acespec

[randomshyperson]

https://www.tumblr.com/randomshyperson/734623074843049984/hellooo-so-ive-been-reading-your-fics-for-about

Heyoo so I haven't watched that one lol is it good? I've seen a bit about it but haven't given it a chance yet, yet I have seen France, Spain, DRUCK (and very excited for the fic of that one ngl 🤭) and ofc the OG, have you seen the Spain one, it's one of my favourites frrr also can we get a little sneak peek of the other story (if you don't feel comfortable that's okkkk thank you so much for sharing your work with us 💕) also can I be 🐜 anon?

FIRST OF ALL, GO WATCH WTFOCK SEASON 3! Like, their Evak season is one of my favorite versions, Sander is such a sweetheart, he's the best Even, boyfriend material. And all the characters were allowed more screen time and plots, remember the girl that Isak tries to date in order not to look gay, and the only function the Original (and most remakes) gave her was to be the annoying girlfriend? WE HAVE THE SUPERIOR Noor Bauwens. She's just so-

I'm too gay for this.

I can't speak about the entire Wtfock. The 3th is really good, but I haven't watched the other two. Also, a lot of people hate the 4th and I never watched. The new season is nice, I've been busy to follow them, but the couple has a lot of chemistry and it's WLW so I'm down for it. All episodes are available on Youtube, which is a super bonus.

But yes, I have seen Eskam. I love Crisana (and cris season is so fun) and I was never able to get over my crush on Joana and that's okay. I don't like the first season much, but love the girl's squad dynamic. Also, their Noora/Vilde Season is something else, right? I feel like the put on a lot of things the fandom wanted to see in the original.

I think I have seen at least one season (or a few episodes) of each remake. I didn't follow them all, since the first four seasons are the same plot, but I have seen them all. My favorite was Skam NL, and to this day the fact that they got canceled haunts me. Skam Italia is amazing, all seasons! The characters have incredible chemistry and they changed a lot of the dynamics, it makes it feel like a new show. AND I LOVE DRUCK, are you kidding me? Third-best after NL version, they have the best chances into the storylines and the new generation is just superior to anything the others tried to do it (I'M TALKING TO YOU SKAM FRANCE). And we have Transgenders Characters falling in love, talking about the subject and it's so so beautiful. BTW, I like Skam France too, but they broke my heart with Maya and Lola breaking up so I'm not on good terms with them.

I hate Skam Austin and can't believe they approved that.

I don't wanna share the story because I'm always changing it! And I have dozens of drafts, and none is usable haha But I can say that the main inspiration will be the healthy versions of Noora/William. Sorry, but the original one is just not it for me. I loved Nooreva too much and hated William. Plus, Noora literally gets sick from anxiety while dating him, so nope. Not gonna work. Lucky for us, Skam Italia and Druck gave us healthy versions of this couple. I think Edoardo and Eleonora are the main inspirations, but Mia and Alexander are incredible as well. I could put some references to Skam NL as well, since Liv and Noah are very sweet and I feel like the closest I could be to a William is the Noah Sad artist version.

I can't give any spoilers for the druck fic because I want it to be the best one, Kieutou is my favorite skam couple. I'm gonna invest some extra time into this one.

#ask box #🐜 anon #🐜

[thewholecrew]

@headstrongblake said: ❛  let's go outside and dance in the rain.  ❜ / o & trin

apparently trinity had missed a lot going on with their friend group over the past month and well she was too nervous to ask about it. there had been a significant drop in seeing kassy outside of class and it just hadn't felt right to show up at their nightclub without an invite. but after a month or so kassy had stopped her after class and asked if she'd like to join them tonight. that they were going to a new place a few towns over called the witches brew, a new women only nightclub with a witchy vibe to it -- obviously. trin's eyes had lit up and she had agreed immediately.

jump forward to that night it was the five of them, kassy, octavia, willow, liv and her all in their most witchy outfits and it was incredible. she'd never really knew there was places like this and before she met these girls she wouldn't have wanted to go with her old girl friends. not like they would have wanted to go either, thinking it was dumb and cult like, and that dressing like they were was tacky. it was so far from the truth, they all looked gorgeous and trinity's cheeks were rosy as they complimented her own outfit. "ah, thank you... i made these myself..." she explained about various parts of her outfit. her jewelry, her corset she wore over her top, the embroidery added on her skirt.

it was a new experience and one she honestly treasured. she, like she did most times they all got together, was first quite shy, offering a smile and small talk until she had liquid courage thrumming through her. she had no idea of the time when they had decided to leave but as they headed for the door they realized it was raining. pouring actually and a handful of the girls decided to wait inside for their uber. trinity stood with them until octavia nudged her as she passed, let's go outside and dance in the rain!

"i'm gonna have to pass on this one babe," kassy responded as liv and willow made a similar, apologetic response. trinity bit her lip as she looked between them and back to octavia. the hopeful look in her eyes slowly dimming a little with each refusal until it was her. she was so pretty, how could she say no? and it was just rain, her 'friends' would have never. "i'll go with you," she said a little nervously with a shy smile but the look on octavia's face made it worth it as her arm was taken and she rushed with her outside.

the rain was cold on her skin but it felt nice after the heat of bodies in the club. she squinted through her lashes that caught with raindrops, giggling as the two acted a fool twirling and dancing in the rain. "thanks for inviting me out with you guys again," she said to octavia as they danced closer to one another, both wearing grins as trins shoulders rose now a little chilly as she hugged herself. kassy had told her that the girls had asked to bring her out, that octavia had mentioned her by name and it felt really nice to be wanted. "i always have a lot of fun with you," she said with a giggle between chattering teeth.

#headstrongblake #verse: all american. #trinity lambert: answered ask. #:'3

[mccall-muffin]

Love vs. Hate - Part 4 // Joe Liebgott x OC

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Summary: Technical Sergeant Olivia Stark knows the military. Raised in a military family, a graduate of military school and OCS herself, she is transferring from the 82nd Airborne Division to the 101st. Between new friends and what appear to be foes, she becomes a part of Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th PIR.

Warnings: Language

A/N: And we keep going... Number 4 for you, lads.

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4th December 1942 - Atlanta, GA

When we finally arrive in Atlanta and board the train, Sink is, of course, incredibly proud of us for beating the Japanese. However, that doesn't do much for the blisters on our feet. I exhale deeply as I drop into the seat, and Don sits beside me. "God damn, I'm fucked," I grumble, and Don nods in agreement, "Yep, I couldn't agree more." He pulls off his boots and socks, then rubs his feet. "Jesus, I'm never going to be able to walk again," he says dramatically, and I laugh. Sitting down across from us now are George and Skip, who also look slightly pained. They take off their boots too quickly, and it doesn't take long for a real stench to spread through the train. "Jesus Christ," I grumble, holding my sleeve in front of my nose as I slide down in my seat.

"Get used to it, sweetheart," George grins across from me, and I roll my eyes. "Like you could get used to it. God, my eyes are burning," I say, and the boys laugh. "Here, maybe this will help," Don says, holding out a smoke to me.

Suddenly Vest comes rushing up to me. "Here you go, Sarge," he says and puts a letter in my hand. "And this is from Lieutenant Roush," he continues, handing me a piece of paper. "Thanks, Vest." I briefly skim the lines from Roush, who has sent me the program for the next few days, but then turn to the letter. It is from Tommy, my brother. I sit down on my bed and open the letter.

4th December 1942 - Fort Benning, GA

Finally arriving at Fort Benning, we are assigned to barracks and moved into our beds. Our belongings are already here and lying on our cots. It looks like they assigned them the same way as in Toccoa.

My dearest sister

I hope you are well. Father told me they transferred you because of disagreement in your old company. I hope you don't let them get you down and show them the ropes.

"What's that?" I suddenly hear a voice next to my ear, and Don sits beside me on the bed. "Oh, just a letter from my brother." "Which one? The Marine or the Ranger?" I laugh and look at Don before folding the letter and pocketing it. "The Ranger," I laugh. "I'm guessing Damon is already on a ship somewhere." I stand up and take the paper from Roush again. "Hey, Lip?" I say then and walk towards him. "Yeah?" "Let's round up the guys; I've got news," I say, and he nods before leaving the barracks.

"Okay, 2nd Platoon, school circle in front of the barracks," I call out, and the guys follow me. When we have everyone together, I look at the list. "Lieutenant Roush gave me the program for the next few days. Tomorrow, 0600, breakfast. 0630, the first lessons of jump training begin. In the afternoon, we'll get to know the tools... Until then. Free pass until tomorrow morning." The men cheer and then disperse again. Don immediately puts an arm around my shoulder again. "Well, how does it look, Stark? Are we going out?" I look up at him with a laugh. "What kind of question is that, Donnie?" "Come on! Don't call me that!" "Sorry, Don-nie." He playfully pushes me off him. "You really are the plague sometimes, Liv, you know that?" "I'm well aware of that, Don." "Now go take a shower, you stink," he grins, and I look at him theatrically indignant. Dramatically, I raise a hand and place it on my chest, " Oh my, Donald. How could you say something like that to a lady." "If you see one, let me know, will you?" He grins and heads off to join Skip and the others.

I go back to the barracks and get my shower supplies. As I step outside, First Sergeant Evans approaches me. "Olivia, you're just the person I was looking for," he says, and I look at him, confused. When Evans looks for you, it usually doesn't mean good things. He is Sobel's puppy, after all. "What can I do for you, First Sergeant?" I ask slightly sarcastically, but he doesn't seem to notice, or he's just chosen to ignore it. "Captain Sobel wanted me to inform you that we can no longer provide you with separate showers here. He also said that it's time you got used to it." I look at Evans with raised eyebrows. " Uh-huh," is all I say. Evans eyes me for a moment before nodding and walking away again. "Doggy," I grumble, briefly considering how I will make this work so I can shower in peace.

Then I see Skinny just coming out of his barracks. "Hey, Skinny. Have you seen Don, Skip, or George?" I ask, but he shakes his head. "No, I'm afraid I haven't. They all disappeared earlier. Probably scouting the area. Why?" " Dammit," I curse under my breath. "Well, it looks like I don't have separate showers anymore, and I need someone to stand guard." Skinny eyes me for a moment. "Well... If you want, I could do that," he offers, and I look at him in surprise. "You sure? Surely you have better things to do." "I don't know what. Come on." I consider for a moment. "Fine, but no peeking, okay?" "Promise," he smiles at me, and we walk to the showers together.

I take a deep breath and then grab the pack. "Thanks, Joe!" says Skinny, and then he's already skipping away. "Fuck," I grumble to myself and then light a smoke. My eyes briefly wander to the entrance of the shower barrack, and I can't help myself. I take a step forward and look inside. There I see her. She stands with her back to me and rinses her hair down. I can't see much, just the upper part of her back, but even that is just perfect. What I would give to run my hands over it... 'Jesus Joe, what are you thinking again?!'

Joe POV:

With no real destination, I walk around the shower bar, where I spot Skinny. "Hey, what are you doing here?" I ask, confused. "Oh, I'm just keeping an eye on Liv. She doesn't have separate showers anymore, it seems." I snort and raise my eyebrows. "Well, have fun with that," I say, and I am about to move on when Lipton walks up to us. "Hey, Skinny, Roush is looking for you," he says. "Shit, now?", Skinny asks back, and Lipton nods before continuing on his way. "Fuck," Skinny grumbles. "Hey Joe, can you do me a favor?" I look at him, and what he wants from me quickly dawns on me. "No, oh no. I won't. Do I look like a fucking guard dog?" "Come on, please. I promised Liv I'd keep watch." "Yes, you did, but I didn't." Skinny thinks for a second, then pulls a pack of smokes out of his pocket and holds them out to me. "Please."

Suddenly Liv turns around, and I recoil. I hear the water being turned off, and about five minutes later, Liv comes out of the barracks and stops, faltering, when she sees me. Her long blond hair is still wet, and she has tied it into a side braid, but they wet her fresh OD's again. "Where's Skinny?" she asks me directly, and I try to look at her bored. "He had to go see Roush," I say, and Liv looks around uncomfortably. "And what are you doing here?" she asks me then. "What does it look like I'm doing? Wasting my time." Liv looks at me perplexed, which makes me groan in annoyance. "Skinny asked me to take over to preserve your dignity, Your Majesty." Liv snorts out, then walks past me, annoyed. "You really are an idiot," she grumbles, stomping off to our barracks. "You're welcome, milady. A simple thank you would have been quite enough" I call after her, and she gives me the middle finger.

I shake my head in amusement and watch my best friend excitedly discuss something with Penkala for a moment before taking out my brother's letter. Next to me, Liebgott has also thrown himself onto his bed and is reading his comics. I unfold the letter and start rereading it.

Liv's POV:

Back in the barracks, I throw my things into the box in front of my bed. "What's the matter with you?" I hear Don, who is just coming in. Liebgott enters the room behind him, and our eyes meet briefly. "Nothing," I grumble and sit down on my bed. "Hey, we found a little dance club not far from here," Don says excitedly, and I look at him. "I could have told you that." Don looks at me, confused. "I did graduate from OCS here, silly." "Right... I totally forgot about that. But anyway. Unpack your dancing shoes; we're going dancing."

My dearest sister

I hope you are well. Father told me they transferred you because of a disagreement in your old company. I hope you don't let them get you down and show them the ropes. You are strong, Liv; never forget that!

We were stationed at Camp Pendelton the last time, and I was home briefly when I was furloughed. Mom told me that Cindy is going to the Pacific now. It's not definite with you guys yet, is it? Mom is not happy at all. She fears for all of us. Damon is already somewhere in the Pacific, Cindy will be soon, I'm going to Europe, and you... Who knows where you'll be sent? Definitely behind enemy lines.

Mom was crying. She cried a lot. She also kept asking why we were so stupid and couldn't just stay home like Lily. Lily's pregnant, by the way. Crazy, isn't it? I think Logan was with her briefly a few months ago, and yeah... He's stationed at Pearl Harbor and probably won't be sent away now.

I miss you, Liv. I sincerely hope you are okay. I know you don't like to hear it, but if they make your life hell, you should reach out to Dad. I heard about the paratroopers. The training is supposed to be hard, and the dropout rate is very high.

Stop making a face because I know that's what you're doing now. I'm not saying you're not up to it, Minnie because you are, but I'm suggesting that no one judges you if you decide to put all this behind you.

I'm sorry, I don't like the idea of you going to war with a bunch of men. If anyone touches you, I swear to you, Liv, I'll kick their ass!

Well, enough about me. Write to me as soon as you can, will you?

Tears come to my eyes as I fold the letter back up. It's amazing how well my brother knows me. I wipe my tears away for a moment, stow the letter in my clothes, and then change.

Love you. I'll see you soon.

Tommy

George twirls me around the dance floor for one more song when someone taps him on the shoulder. "May I?" asks Skip, smiling at me. "Sure thing," George says, putting my hand in Skips. "That looked turbulent. You and Luz," Skip laughs, and I nod. "Yeah, I guess George got a little carried away." Skip's dancing style is different from George's. He's calmer and less hyper.

The dance hall is quite crowded, but that does not surprise us. Most of the soldiers still have a free pass until tomorrow morning and, of course, take advantage of this. I'm sitting at a table with Don, Skip, and Penk, drinking my beer when George comes up to us.

"Well, pretty lady? How about a dance?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows as he holds his hand to me. "Well, I put on my dancing shoes for something," I grin and take his hand. George leads me to the dance floor and begins to lead me. It's a short piece which is why George is at first fumbling with how I dance, and when he realizes I'm fully letting him lead me, he starts twirling me around. I laugh out loud. "Wow, George. I had no idea what a wild dancer you were," I laugh. "That's not the only thing I'm wild at, Sweetheart," he grins back, and I shake my head in amusement. "But you're a natural."

After dancing with George, Skip, Penk, Bill, and Joe Toye, I need a break. Out of breath, I sit down next to Don, who grins at me. "Had enough yet?" he asks, and I exhale. "Yep, I need a break. Just George alone almost broke me." "Lucky you saved the best for last," Don grins, and I punch him in the arm. "But of course." I look around. Many soldiers are talking or dancing with young nurses stationed here or local women. "You do know you can dance with someone else, right? Find yourself a pretty girl," I ask Don then, and he nods. "I know, but I can't leave you alone with the vultures, can I?" "I'm a big girl Don. I can take care of myself." "Yeah yeah, I know, sweetheart. Come on, let me make you a deal. We'll dance now, and after that, I'll find a pretty girl and dance with her. Deal?" "Deal."

Don leads me to the dance floor. "Wow, lucky I saved you for last. I don't think my feet will survive another dance after this," I grin and Don gives me a slightly hurt look. "It's not that bad, is it?" "No, I'm just kidding, Donnie. You're quite the dancer." Don unexpectedly whirls me off him and then pulls me to his chest. "Didn't I tell you not to call me that?" he whispers in my ear, and somehow the situation is bizarre right now. Then he whirls me off him again and leads me back to normal. I can't help it and have to laugh. "What was that?" I ask, and he winks at me.

Suddenly the man on the small stage shouts, "Partner swap!" Slightly overwhelmed, I look at Don, who shrugs his shoulders, looks up, and then whirls me on. I land in new arms and falter when I look up. "Great," I mutter. Of course, I've landed in Liebgott's arms with my luck. I didn't even notice that he was also on the dance floor. "Breathe a little, Stark. Jesus, I think your feet are better off with me than with Malarkey." I look at him in surprise. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." And unfortunately, I have to agree with him. Liebgott can dance. "I'll just take your silence as confirmation." Briefly, my gaze wanders to Don, who winks at me and points his head at Liebgott.

I roll my eyes. "Where did you learn to dance like that?" I ask then, not expecting a reasonable answer from him. "My mother... She sent my sisters and me to dance lessons from a very young age. She always said there was nothing more attractive than a man who knew how to dance," he explains, and I'm surprised he's telling me this. "Well, she's not wrong about that," I return, and our eyes meet briefly. Liebgott clears his throat and then looks away from me again. My gaze wanders to my hand in his. Why does this feel so right? I think I see his thumb stroking my hand, but I'm probably just imagining it. God damn it, what is this man doing to me?

Lost in thought, I don't notice that the song has ended, and now a slow song is playing. Liebgott, however, does not seem to intend to let me go and pulls me a little closer. Now I can breathe in his scent, which almost drives me crazy. Inconspicuously, I look around and quickly notice that Don is no longer on the dance floor, and many others have also sat down again. Then I catch a rather unfriendly look from a redhead standing next to the dance floor with her arms folded. When I look back up at Liebgott, I realize that she was probably his dance partner and that he has now just left her standing.

I bite my lips briefly and then smile. Just as he is about to return it, someone approaches us.

"Hey, lovebirds. We're heading out. Are you coming?" George asks, grinning at both of us. We quickly let go of each other, and both look away, embarrassed. "Coming," I say and walk towards the table to grab my things and put on my jacket.

As I step outside, an already grinning Don puts his arm around my shoulders. "Looks like you saved the best for last." "What are you talking about, Malarkey?" I ask, frowning. "Well, you and Liebgott. You don't know how lovely that looked, you in his arms." "Oh, shut up! That was nothing." "It didn't look like nothing to me, sweetheart. I did a great job, didn't I, Skip?" he then asks in the direction of Skip, who is high-fiving him. "You sure did, Malark." "You did that on purpose?" Don grins and shrugs. "Maybe, maybe not." I look at him angrily. "I'll make you pay for that, Malarkey!"

"You'll thank me someday, Stark."

#Band of Brothers #Joe Liebgott x OC #Joe Liebgott #bob #bobedit #Fanfiction #Don Malarkey #Joseph Liebgott #hbowar #hbo series #ww2 #Part 4

[rahleeyah]

Do you ever think about Olivia's/Serena's family? Serena was in her early 20s when Olivia was born so it would be unusual that her parents were already out of the picture. In The Blood has me thinking about this especially because Serena had essentially told Olivia that if she kept the baby she would be on her own. Is that what happened to Serena's family? Did they make her choose and she chose to keep her baby? Thank you for writing this story! It's one of my all time favorites!

this is a great question and i think about it all the time!!!!

(before i get started, thank you so much for your kind words about ITB! i'm so glad you're enjoying it)

so i have two different self-indulgent headcanons about serena's background/why we never hear liv talk about grandparents/aunts/uncles.

option a:

rich girl liv. i am in love with the idea of serena the only child of wealthy parents (which would explain how she could afford to finish her education to the level of becoming a professor while raising a child on her own), who didn't necessarily cut her off when they found out she was pregnant, but weren't exactly thrilled about it. they gave money in lieu of any actual support. the relationship was frosty at best, and maybe grandpa died when liv was small and grandma lived out her days at a very expensive retirement community somewhere warm, and serena never really tried very hard to build a relationship between olivia and her grandparents. but they did leave a healthy inheritance, which explains liv's never ending closet and knowledge of high fashion and how she affords that fucking tardis apartment and a basically full time nanny.

option b:

it's the 60s y'all. iirc serena was working in the dining hall to pay her way through school (as someone who also worked the dining hall in college i love this idea actually) and the actress who played serena the one time we see her on screen is actually southern, and what if serena, young and full of dreams, left behind a conservative southern family (perhaps rich!! also!!) to make it on her own in the big city. what if they did cut her off - or she cut herself off from them bc of their judgment - when she found out she was pregnant? per the svu wiki liv was born in feb of '68, so serena found out she was pregnant in the 60s, and the 60s were swinging for some but it's still an incredibly hard time to have been a single, pregnant woman, and judgment was fierce. hell, down here judgment is still fierce if you end up pregnant outside of marriage in some communities. serena the black sheep, either not welcomed back into the fold or spurning them before they get a chance to turn her out. good god let me one day write a fic where liv gets an inheritance from an aunt she never knew about and finds herself spending a few days in mississippi or some shit meeting the family she never knew she had.

and the thing is! bc the show has told us literally NOTHING about this, somehow, the answer can be anything we want it to be and there are so many really interesting angles to take with this.

thank you for asking!!

#anonymous #e.o asks #s.vu

[storiesofsvu]

Happy Thursday!!

Okay but what kind of person takes out that much cash at a street front atm at night, with ear buds in?! I get anxiety going to the bank in broad daylight. LOL

“4am isn’t morning, it’s still last night.” THANK YOU. Lol. We are one and the same

I need to start paying more attention to this show and potentially start writing for Shaw cause holy fuck

There’s a whole lot of AI shit going on in these shows this season… interesting that it’s being used to help (so far at least) on one and the downsides being shown on the others…

Okay damn… never even thought about ai videos being used as evidence… it’s really gonna be the end of us all, isn’t it?

Woof! That maroon coat?! Thank you wardrobe!

Okay, apologies, I ended up missing a good chunk of the ep to make dinner, lololol. Just know that dinner was delicious and worth it (and something new!) though now I have a pile of dishes. Ugh.

Svu time!

Okay yeah so thank god we’re not leaving the Maddie case behind like it didn’t matter to liv.

GIRL! Please don’t just run into traffic, you know better.

Serious question… do fitbits/heart rate monitors work if they’re over your clothes?

Velasco’s sweater looks hella cozy. I honestly want to steal all of his clothing lol.

We’ve had way more talk of profiling, behaviour analysis and shit on this show in the past little bit… are they trying to be criminal minds? Cause like… that show already exists.

Tell me why olivia’s “fin and I will keep working all night if we have to” made my brain immediately jump to mean girls “we will keep you here til 4…” LOL.

You know…. I will say, with less cops around at least carisi’s getting more screen time even though we never go to court.

Honestly… liv isn’t great on the stand and she never really has been. She lets her emotion and anger show through way too much. I get the idea/direction of that but also… if she’s always so snippy while testifying how is she allowed to demean her squad members for the same thing?

This kids a good actor

Alright, onto OC

 AHHHH I FORGOT ABOUT MELINDA AND HER NAME JUST POPPED IN THE CREDITS FUCK YEAH

“I meant at home” “I’m fine, we’re good” okay, so y’all are still married it just hasn’t been mentioned in a while.

Oh PLEASE, as if Elliot wouldn’t get an ego boost over younger officers calling him sir. He always wanted to be in charge, he thinks he’s in charge of OC half the time already.

I do not trust this officer guy, there’s something sus going on

Okay… how did this dude get hurt enough to end up in the icu?? He was halfway across the street when the blast hit?

Im screaming, crying, throwing up over that Melinda scene!!!!

First off: she hasn’t changed at all, the writing, the performance, the little quips where she’s all “yeah I can’t conclusively tell you what you want to hear,” she won’t fib and risk her job and we love her for it. Also the vulnerability from stabler?! What?? incredible. also her face when he hugged her, the ultimate confusion and tensing up “what… is this for?” LOL. Imma need more of her in the future on this show!

Is this other captain a “frenemie” or an ex girlfriend? Sus.

 “glad you’re in therapy” homeboi, that is WHERE YOU SHOULD BE TOO.

“that’s a shame, I always liked angela, what’d you do to her?” LOL. BERNIE. I love you.

Well this isn’t good….

There was absolutely no way shape or form that none of those cops went into that warehouse and DIDN’T think there would be a bomb…

#law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit #law and order organized crime #law and order spoilers #spoilers

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ahh thank you for the ask !! 🥹💞 i absolutely love wrestling !!! WWE, AEW, ROH, NJPW, GCW, ENJOY. my brother is in the industry and i've been going to shows since i was a kid. macho man roped me in and ECW made me stay. wrestling shows are one of the only places (if not the only) where my anxiety doesn't overwhelm me and i feel comfortable.

it's this weird mesh of theater, athleticism, and comradery. watching these men and women do these incredible matches, tell these stories, in front of crowds of dozens or thousands, is amazing. it's not a perfect industry by any means, but i've been happy watching it grow and become a more accepting and better place. i promise you, there is something for everyone in wrestling.

* faves are: Liv Morgan, Hook, Effy, Willow Nightingale, Sabu, & Dr. Britt Baker D.M.D (just some gifs. TW for the doc: blood)

#txt #non sims #ask #i could talk about it for hours #grown men and women beating the shit outta each other #check out Enjoy Wrestling !! #i love hook so much hes in my d&d game