#truth: this is a lie and Anthony is staying

[fake-destiel-news]

Source

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[wenigstenshabeichesversucht]

You've made your bed, now lie in it

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x fem!Reader

Summary: 3 times you and Lockwood have to share a bed, and one time you want to share a bed.

Warnings: one bed trope, fake dating trope, fluff, only kissing, no smut, english is not my native language

Word Count: 3.9k

After a longer break I'm finally back. Enjoy!

The first time you and Lockwood, an insolent prick of a boss, had to share a bed, was comparable to a train wreck. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. This was how you felt, when you stared at the way too small bed in front of you. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. And even if you could, where did you want to look? At the face of your far too handsome boss, hell no! Or at the floor, which was so dirty, that you were sure, that nobody cleaned it for at least a year? No, not happening.

“I will not sleep on the floor”, you stated without removing your eyes from the bed.

“Me neither!”

Hearing his voice made you seethe.  Maybe he was your boss, but he wasn’t your friend. George and Lucy were your friends, but never him.

“You booked this flop house!”, you protested.

You had a mission two hours away from London, which required you to stay for two days. Luck wasn't on your side when Lucy and George got sick four days ago, leaving only you and Lockwood to drive up here.

“But I’m the boss, so I will not sleep on the floor.”

What would you give for the opportunity to get rid of him right now? But you were too tired to kill him, you just wanted to sleep.

“Fine, then we will share”, you bit out, ready to bite off his head.  

“Fine”, he shouted back, but if you weren't mistaken, his voice sounded a bit hoarse.

Far too late, you realize what you had agreed on. You wanted to curse, but you kept your mouth shut. It was far too late to back down. He would never let you live that down. So, you had no chance. Turning your back on him, you went to your bag and took off your sweater.

“What are you doing”, the panic in his voice brought a smile to your lips.

“Getting ready for bed, what else does it look like?”

Not wanting to give the poor boy a heart attack, you put on a shirt, before unclasping your bra. Behind you, you could hear Lockwood taking a sharp breath. But you couldn’t care less. Never would you put yourself through a painful night in a bra. Opening the button of your jeans was the last straw.

“I’m going to the bathroom”, rushing past you, Lockwood loudly slammed the door shut behind him. You couldn’t help but smile, maybe you had to share a bed, but you totally won this round.

When you left the bathroom, after brushing your teeth, your eyes almost popped out of your head when you saw your boss, who had already made himself comfortable on the bed.

“Where is your shirt?”

Was this his revenge for the bra? Would the entire night be psychological warfare? Not that you weren’t ready. You were ready since you stepped your first foot into Portland Row and realized, that your new boss was a jerk.

“I always sleep like this.”

Your eyes narrowed, not sure if that was a lie or the truth.

“Don’t come crying to me, if you’re too cold this night.” With these words, you slipped into bed next to him.

“I will not be cold”, he protested, and you doubted it. The room was fucking cold, you weren’t even sure if the heater was working. But you were too tired to argue with Lockwood about this, what didn’t mean, that you weren’t ready to tell him “I told you so”, when he would admit it.

“Touch me and I will kill you”, you threatened before turning off the light. Next to you, Lockwood let out a humorless laugh, which shacked the whole bed.

“Trust me, I have the same desire to touch you as I do to touch a ghost.”

“Great, we sorted that out“, you snapped back, unable to let him have the last word.

For a moment there was only silence, broken only by rustling as you both tried to find a comfortable sleeping position. Which was harder than it sounded like. The bed was way too small, and you would rather die than to cuddle with Anthony fucking Lockwood. His body was only inches away from yours, and you could feel the heat he was radiating.

“Stop hogging the blanket”, hissed Lockwood, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Maybe you wouldn’t need it, if you would wear a shirt like a normal person”, you spew back.

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck me yourself, you coward”, you didn’t know what was coming over you. You didn't know what made you say those words, but in the future, you would blame it on being tired.

Lockwood didn't need to be told twice. Hungrily, his lips crashed against yours and with all your anger you kissed him back, while clawing your nails in his naked shoulder. This wasn’t how you had imagined your first kiss with Lockwood. You always thought it would be sweet and slow, not raw and angry.

“I hate you so much”, you whispered against his lips, and Lockwood let out a chuckle.

“Believe me, I hate you more.”

You woke up to the sunbeams dancing on your nose. It was much warmer, than the night before, maybe the heater, had started to work overnight. This thought vanished, when you realized, that the heat was coming from your pillow, or better speaking the body you used as pillow. Suppressing a scream, you hastily tried to get away, only to back up a little too far and therefore to fall out of the small bed. You came up with a hard thud that woke up Lockwood.

“Y/N?”, sleepily Lockwood looked over the edge of the bed, and you suddenly remembered what you had done last night. A blushed creeped up your face, while you thought about the kisses you shared. At least you stopped, before it escalated. You could never forgive yourself and your morals if you had slept with Anthony Lockwood, you hated this arrogant prick.

“Are you in such a hurry to get away from me?”, running his finger through his swoon worthy hair, he gave you one of those arrogant smiles you hated so much. Seeing this, you wanted to wrap your fingers around his neck and just squeeze. But you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of saying that you were throwing yourself at him. So, you just glared up at him.

“Yes, I want to get as far as possible away from you, and I think we'd be doing both of us a favor if we forgot what happened last night and never talked about it again.”

For a moment, Lockwood looked at you with an expression you couldn't quite put your finger on. It wasn't pure hate, at least not just.

“Last night was a mistake.”

Even if it was your idea to forget everything about last night, it hurt to hear him calling it a mistake. However, you would never give him the satisfaction of showing him that.

“At least we agree on one thing.”

The second time you and Lockwood shared a bed was nothing more than a mistake. It was shortly before Christmas, Lucy already left Portland Row to take a train to one of her sisters and George was already by his family. You had the choice between spending Christmas with your family or with Lockwood at Portland Row. It was like choosing between Scylla and Charybdis. But before you could make up your mind, Lockwood felt ill, and you weren’t the heartless bitch, he made you out to be. You didn’t want him to die, even if you often said it. But you needed this job and without Lockwood there wasn’t an agency. Therefore, you decided to stay and care about him, so he didn’t catch a pneumonia and died a painful dead, even if he deserved it.

It was all going as well as you could expect it. Lockwood was too ill to fight with you, and you only wished for his dead once or twice a day, so far less than normal. Everything was going well, till you started to fell sick. Of course, this idiot couldn’t keep his germs to himself.

You were shacking from the cold you couldn’t escape, as you went up to his room, to bring him his dinner. Normally you tried to do this as fast as possible, in and out, before he even had the chance to say anything to you. So, you didn’t have to see him longer than needed, and he didn’t have to see you longer than needed. Nothing had changed since the night you shared a bed and kisses. You still hated each other with burning passion. But this time as you stepped foot into enemy territory, aka Lockwood’s room, you realized that this was right now the warmest room in the whole house. Setting down the tray, you carefully took a seat on the only free space in his room, the edge of his bed. You wouldn’t stay long, you told yourself. Just long enough to drive the cold from your bones.

“You’re looking worse than usual, I didn’t know it was possible”, Lockwood’s annoying voice, broke your peace.

“Says the person who looks like a walking corpse”, you bite back.

“You got sick.”

“No, I’m fine.”

You didn't know who you were trying to convince with this lie. Anyone with eyes in their head could see that you weren't feeling well. However, Lockwood was too exhausted to argue with you. He just started to eat his dinner, while you closed your eyes to find the strength to stand up and leave this warm behind you.

The next time you opened your eyes, you weren’t sitting on the edge of Lockwood’s bed, you were lying in it. You weren’t sure, how it happened, but you were sure it was just an honest mistake, which could happen to everyone. Feeling too sick to panic, all you could just concentrate on was that you were finally warm. You managed to successfully ignore Lockwood's arm over your hip and his steady breathing on your neck. This was a problem you would deal with when you felt not like dying any minute. Closing your eyes for a second time, you drifted away.                 

The first thing you realized, when you woke up the next morning was, that Lockwood’s warm was missing. He had sneaked out of his own bed, while you were still sleeping. So, this was the perfect chance for you to sneak away to not have to face Lockwood after accidentally falling asleep in his bed. But you couldn’t muster the strength to move. You could just lay there and wait for your doom, aka that Lockwood returned.

It didn’t take long for him to come back. In his hands, he held the tray you used the last days to bring him food.

“I brought you breakfast”, giving you the tray, he got in the bed beside you. If someone had told you, that you would spend Christmas eating breakfast with Lockwood in his bed, you would have laughed and called the person delusional. But here you were. Neither of you had the energy to argue, so you both just ate in silence.

“You should try to get more rest”, Lockwood told you, after both of you finished eating, and he was right, not that you would ever say this out loud.

“You too, you still look like shit”, maybe he was a little bit fitter than you, but he was worlds away from being healthy.

“Fine”, he bit back, another sign, that he was everything but healthy. Normally he would have said something mean in response, but he just laid down beside you. For a moment, nobody said something. Then you shuffled a little bit in his direction, attracted by the warmth he radiated. He acknowledged this with raised eyebrows.

“I’m just cold, don't imagine anything about it.”

“I would never!”

The rest of the holidays you spent together in his bed. It was a surprise for both of you, that at the end, when you both felt better, no one had torn off the other’s head.

When Lucy and George came back and asked how your holidays were, you both just shrugged. What really happened was probably a secret that you both would take to your grave. You quickly found back in your everyday life of hating each other, and it was almost as if none of this had ever happened. But only almost.

The third time you had to share a bed with Lockwood would have been avoidable if Lucy had been a little bit more cooperative.

Lockwood and Co. had a new, very lucrative case. You were hired to secure a very dangerous source. The catch was, that the owner was one of those weirdos who was a little too enthusiastic about the occult. He was planning a two-day seance with an overnight stay at his manor, and your client had managed to get you an invitation. The only problem was that the invitation was for one guest and a plus-one. There was no question that Lockwood would go. But your team couldn't agree on who would accompany him. George wasn’t an option, that would bring too much attention. That only left you and Lucy.

“We all know that I’m a bad liar, nobody would believe me, that I’m Lockwood’s girlfriend”, Lucy stated. Normally you loved Lucy, she was your best friend. But right now, you could have punched her.

“As if anyone would think I was dating Lockwood”, you countered and directed to the asshole himself, you said: “I would never date someone like you.”

“And I would never date someone like you”, he fired back, and you didn’t have to look at Lucy and George to see them rolling their eyes, like always when Lockwood and you decided to argue.

“With the sexual tension between you, no one will doubt that you are dating”, Lucy butted in and could be glad, that looks didn’t kill otherwise she would be six feet under.

“There is no sexual tension, only hate”, you argued hotly.

You would never admit that there was maybe sexual tension, because if you would, you would think about it, you would think about the kisses in this one fatal night and that was a way, you didn’t want to go. Because if you would go down this path, there was no return to normal. Therefore, it was way easier to tell yourself and anybody else, that you hated Anthony J. Lockwood with burning passion.

“But Lucy is right, Y/N should join Lockwood”, George the little backstabber joined Lucy’s side. Knowing when a fight was lost, you ran your hand over your face.

“This can only go wrong.”

You should be right.  You weren’t even an hour at the manor, and you hated everything. The weirdos got on your nerves with their own stupidity. Lockwood's arm had been around your waist for almost 43 minutes, and you wanted nothing more than to rip it off and hit him with it to dead. Yeah, you were everything than happy. I didn’t help, that Lockwood had decided that fake girlfriend wasn’t fancy enough and had given you an engagement ring before he introduced you to everyone as his fiancée. You were dead and in hell, otherwise you couldn’t explain, how you landed in this situation. At least the ring was pretty.

“We should sneak away and look for the source”, you whispered, only loud enough for him barely to hear you. Slowly, Lockwood nodded to let you know that he heard you. Calculating, he let his gaze wander about the other people in the room, probably to find the best way to disappear unnoticed.

“We should kiss”, he said after a moment, and somehow managed to seem totally serious.

“What?”, you almost choked from sheer surprise.

“If we make out, no one will be surprised if we disappear, everyone will just think that we were looking for a quiet corner to have a little fun.”

Hearing this, you grimaced. But he wasn’t wrong. Nobody would think much about you sneaking off when you first put on a show. Without a verbal response, you grabbed Lockwood by his tie and pulled him down to your height. Hungrily, you caught his lips with yours. Lockwood didn’t waste any time and pulled your body against his. Eagerly his hands roamed over your body, and you had the feeling, that this meant a little bit more to both of you, than just a show for a case. Not that you would ever admit it.

When your lungs were screaming for air, you reluctantly broke the kiss.

“You’re actually a really good kisser”, Lockwood smiled down at you, and it felt like your stomach was riding a rollercoaster.

“You’re actually very average”, you lied like the liar you were. But the truth was, there was nothing you would like more than to kiss him again.

“Like, you have kissed so many guys to know what average is. Feel free to admit it, I’m a good kisser.”

Seeing his arrogant smile, you just rolled your eyes.

“Let’s go, so we didn’t kiss for nothing!”

Together you walked through the manor, till you found the library, your first guess for the location of the source. You just started to look around when you heard steps coming in your direction. Before you could find a good hiding space, the door opened and nobody else than the owner of the manor, the weirdo you wanted to steal from, was standing there.

“Miss, did you get lost? The library is not open for the guest”, he told you, and you tried your best innocent smile. But Lockwood appeared beside you before you could try to lie your way out of it.

“I’m so sorry, Sir. My fiancée and I were just trying to find a quiet room”, he gave the owner his best Lockwood smile, while his arms found again his way around your hip.

“Then I would suggest trying the bedroom assigned to you.”

Under his caution eyes, you and Lockwood walked out of the library.

“I saw the source”, Lockwood whispered in your ear, at the moment the door closed behind you.

“Did you take it?”

“No, didn’t have the chance, but we can do it tomorrow, right now we should return to our bedroom, or do you want to socialize a little bit more with the other guest?” Hell no!

“Let’s go.”

Of course, your bedroom had only one bed. At least it was big. You and Lockwood could both sleep in it without touching each other. Without saying much and more important without arguing, you both got ready for bed. Of course, Lockwood decided against wearing a shirt.

“I hope one night you will freeze to death”, you mumbled while slipping under the blanket.

“I’m too hot for this and considering how you always cuddle up to me at night, you know it too.”

Rarely, you were lost for words, but this was one of these moments.

“Keep dreaming, Lockwood”, you shot back, but both of you knew that this was a lame response. As a reaction, Lockwood just gave you a cocky grin.

“We'll see that tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, we will.”

You firmly resolved to keep a lot of distance from Lockwood and his tempting warmth that night.

But waking up the next morning, you realized that you could even break the best resolutions. Like this one. Lockwood was like a mobile heater, and that was too tempting for you when you were sleeping. This night was no difference. As you had been asleep, you had cuddled yourself in Lockwood’s side, and he had draped an arm around you, to pull you even further against him.

With a bright red face, you tried to free yourself from his hug. But your movement woke him up.

“Look like I was right, I’m hot, and you know it”, sleepy, he smiled up at you.

Torn back and forth, you closed and opened your mouth. You weren’t sure if you should kiss him or choke him till he died. You did neither.

“Or maybe you are just so touch starved that you can’t help but hold me in your sleep”, you countered.

“Maybe, but who could blame me?”

Too stunned to speak, you just stared at him. Was he flirting with you? Or were you just hallucinating? It must be the second. Maybe you were still dreaming.

“It feels really nice to hold you in my arms.”

“But aren’t we hating each other?”, a bit overwhelmed, you ran your hand through your hair. You were here to steal a source, not to talk abut feeling with Lockwood, you weren’t prepared for this.

“I never hated you, and I think you also don’t hate me.”

That was a bold statement, but maybe it was the truth. You weren’t sure what you felt for Lockwood. He had been an asshole to you from day one. And you hadn’t been better. Since the beginning, he had something that you just wanted to kiss or kill him. Because you were an insecure mess, you had decided to be mean to him rather than get hurt by him.

“But why were you such an asshole?”, you asked, curious.

“Because you let me something feel, I don’t like. In your presence, I feel so giddy and nervous, not like the agency head I should be.”

“We are such idiots. You are an idiot, but maybe I’m the biggest idiot of all. Seeing your face let me feel stronger emotions than I ever felt before, and I’m not sure if I want to kill or kiss you for it.”

“Then kiss me.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You kissed him like you always wanted to be kissed, like nothing in the world mattered to you beside him. And maybe this was true, the first thing you thought about was normally him and the last thing which crossed your mind before falling asleep was his dorky smile. You loved him, and you were an idiot, that it took you so long to realize it.  

The first time you wanted to share a bed with Lockwood was after you and him returned successfully from your mission. You stole the source without getting caught, and after you told Lucy and George how you did it, you were sitting in the living room. Lucy and George already went to bed and you both were peacefully silent. The only sound was the cracking of the logs in the fireplace, while Lockwood played softly with your hand in his. You were still wearing the ring he had given you. You had wanted to give it back to him, but he insisted that you keep it.

“Do you need a personal heater this night?”, Lockwood broke the silence, and you gave him a bashful smile.

“Maybe?”

“Are my eyes deceiving me or is that a smile, my love?”

“Oh, shut up.”

You were still laughing when Lockwood pulled you up from the sofa. Hand in hand, you walked up the stairs to his bedroom and for the first time in your life, you wanted to share a bed with him. So, this was what you did. Slipping under the blanked with him, you let him pull yourself in his arms. With your head laying on his naked chest and a happy smile, you slowly drifted away.      

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[wordsarelife]

like lockwood, best friends to lovers

—you belong with me

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

summary: reader has to flirt to finish a mission. much to the dismay of Lockwood she is far too good at it

warnings: flirting with sexual themes??

shortages: f/n — fake name

note: okay sorry this got a bit out of hand and it didn't really end where or how I intended it to. let me know if y'all would be interested in a part two!!!

part two: that's the way I loved you

you walked down the steps. the red dress you were wearing fluttering around the middle of your thighs. your hair was styled, Lucy had curled it after she had done your make—up

“test, test” you whispered into the little microphone you were wearing in your hair, so it would stay hidden

“we can hear you, y/n” George answered and you could swear he was rolling his eyes “we tested it a minute ago”

“sorry” you muttered

“leave her be” Lockwood said to George. he would always come to your rescue, even if you didn’t ask him to. that’s why he was your best—friend after all.

you breathed in deeply and snatched a glass of champagne from one of the waiters trays, gulping it down in one shot. you checked your lipstick in the little mirror Lucy had packed into the small bag you were wearing, before your hands found your waist and pulled down the dress, so your cleavage was showing

you stepped forward and sat down at the bar, right next to the guy you were targeting

his hair was black and he was actually attractive if it weren’t for the people he had killed to create sources. it was just your task to find one of them though, or better put: to occupy the man until Lucy had found the source.

“hi” you smiled, turning your head and also your chest, so the man could get a good look at it

“hello” he grinned and you swore you could’ve thrown up then and there. “would you like a drink?”

“sure” you outstretched your hand “i’m f/n”

he took your hand and shook it “Sebastian, and i’m glad to share a drink with a beautiful woman” he slid the drink the bartender had just supplied, towards you

“thank you” you smiled, raising the glass and taking a sip from the alcohol

“so, what brings you here?” Sebastian asked, while his hand found its way to rest on your knee

you could hear Lockwood and George drag in the air through the mouths loudly, like Sebastian had just touched their knee

you tried not to react to their sudden sounds, but Sebastian was good at picking up your emotions it seemed.

"everything alright?" he asked, leaning even closer

"yeah" you smiled, trying to fight the uneasiness you felt because of his proximity "I'm not used to the company of handsome looking men" you tried to save the conversation and Sebastian seemed to like your compliment

you ignored Lockwood's scoff while you watched Sebastian lean back in comfort "well" he smiled smugly "I'm all yours, beautiful"

you could hear Lockwood and George gag at the same time, you would have liked to do the same, but Sebastian was still looking at you. "what a lucky girl I am" you laughed instead and patted the shoulder of the male, who, again, smiled smugly at the gesture

his hand wandered a bit higher on your leg and you could feel it close to the hem of your dress. you threw a panicked gaze in Lockwood's direction. discreet enough that Sebastian wouldn't notice. it seemed like he was occupied anyway, with watching his own hand make its way up your leg. with every inch it felt like you couldn't breathe

you just hoped that Lucy would be quick.

"what brings you here, pretty lady?" Sebastian repeated his question from earlier, to which he had never received an answer

"work" you smiled nonchalantly, trying to keep your composure. his hand was resting for now, that was good.

"what do you do?" he smiled

"I've worked for a few agency's for a while (truth) but after I lost my talents I settled down and changed to the office area of fittes (lie)"

you pretty much still had your talents, you were only seventeen, but now you where trying to look much older. this was achieved by the make up and the obnoxious and uncomfortable push-up bra you were wearing. it felt like they would fall out of your dress any moment. Sebastian seemed to like the sight of your décolleté a bit too much, you noticed, while his eyes wandered down to your breasts while you were talking. you would have liked to slap his head and tell him how impolite it was to directly look there, not only under normal circumstances but while you were talking as well.

you weren't used to that kind of disgusting men behaviour, even if you had lived with two of them for the most of your life.

you could stand in front of George and Lockwood just wearing a bra and they wouldn't dare and look. Maybe because George was like a brother to you and Lockwood- Lockwood was a gentleman

your thoughts wandered away from the conversation at hand and back to the brunette agency head, who alway managed to make you feel at ease. even on mission like this one, he was looking at you across the room and anytime you would catch his eyes, your breath would calm and you would feel safe.

also, he had promised you to come and save you if things went too far. he was your best-friend after all.

your eyes wandered back to meet Sebastians and you remembered what Lucy had told you. if you feel uncomfortable just put yourself back in control. so you leaned forward, so he could get an even better look at your cleavage. he stammered while talking but quickly continued normally. you took his hand from off your leg and interlaced your fingers. he wouldn't notice that you were actually trying to keep him away, he would see that gesture as you falling into his trap. that was what men always thought.

now that you were back in control, your mind felt at ease and you felt less like a little girl that needed to be saved. now you were a woman. and he, he was still a man, luckily.

"I travel a lot" you answered the question he had just asked you about your work "I check out different agencies all around the world. make sure that they are working right. we wouldn't want any rules broken, would we?" you fluttered your eyelids and watched in satisfaction what effect that last purposely chosen sentence had on him

"n-no" he stammered

"are you alright?" you asked pitiful

"yes" Sebastian tried to gain back his composure and actually succeeded "but I must say, you're the most breath taking woman I've ever seen. everything is where it should be"

"oh my god" George muttered loudly, disgusted by the objectifying words the older man had just said about his friend

"I'm stopping this" you watched as Lockwood stood up from his place and George tried to hold him back. you knew that it was on you to prevent him from cancelling the mission. you send him a look that told him to sit down again and he eventually listened and scoffed

"thank you, Sebastian" you leaned closer, now speaking into his ear "you look more than daring yourself, if i'm allowed to say so"

"you are" he nodded leaning forward

now the moment had come. he would kiss you. you weren't sure if it would come to that point, but you had sworn to do it if it needed to be done to keep the mission from failing. a second before your lips connected, Sebastian was drown back

drawn back by no other than Lockwood. you were a second away from screaming at the boy, when you noticed Lucy across the hall. she had done it. the mission was completed. you no longer had to flirt with that scumbag.

"oh, Tony" you muttered in surprise, still playing a role

that was what you guys had agreed on. the moment Lucy would come back, Lockwood or George would interrupt the conversation and act like they were an old friend of yours who was in town coincidentally and had seen you sitting at the bar.

"f/n" Lockwood muttered angrily and you raised your brows, watching his expression "I'm sorry" he said turning towards Sebastian and outstretching his hand "Anthony Lockwood"

Sebastian took the hand he was being offered and shook it "Sebastian Keen" he said, still confused to what was happening

"nice to meet you. can I ask what you were doing with my girlfriend?"

"your what?" Sebastian asked loudly and you had almost joined in. his eyes wandered to you and you tried to stay in role, even if Lockwood had just completely changed your script

"my girlfriend" Lockwood repeated unnecessarily "were you bothering her? because it looked like that"

"no, she wanted-"

"yes, Tony" you interrupted, opening your eyes wider and letting them fill with tears "it's alright, dear" Lockwood outstretched his hand and helped you to stand up "stay away from her, you hear me?" he said threateningly

"I didn't harass her or anything. she's lying" Sebastian said angrily

Lockwood shook his head "doesn't matter, just don't ever talk to her again, alright?"

"sure" Sebastian shrugged his shoulders "she isn't that pretty anyways"

Lockwood interlaced your hands and walked you away from the man "she obviously is" he muttered to himself, but you heard him and had to smile at his words "you're pretty too" Lockwood turned his head to you while walking and smiled at your relieved expression

"I'm glad you didn't have to kiss him"

"I'm glad too"

"well, luckily your boyfriend was just around the corner" he smiled but you could see the sincerity in his eyes

you nodded, eyes glistening happily "yes, luckily he was"

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[shelbgrey]

All Of Me(Tony Stark)

Parring: Tony Stark X Potts!Reader

Summary: your sister Pepper seems to beat you at everything and you could careless but when It comes to Tony feelings change.

Warnings: none

My heart shattered and my chest tightened when I saw him with pepper. My sister always got what she wanted, even when we're kids. She got the job in stark Industries on the spot, but for me I had to work very heard to get were I am today. Rather it be becoming an agent of shield or working along side with Tony.

Me and him have grown close, best friend even. We understood each other too well except for one thing. He didn't and probably would never understand the way I feel for him. You can call him what you want. Egotistical, rude, but you probably never seen the side of him I only see. Around me he was sweet, caring, and put things before him. The side of him that would but down his tools late at night if I had a nightmare. The side of him who would Carrie me on his back and put me back in bed and would stay with me through out the night. Or maybe the side of him that would get over protective or maybe jealous if he saw Clint or Rumlow touch me the wrong way during training. But maybe that side of him was all a lie, a lie he used to get to my sister Pepper.

Pepper was never a bad sister but I'm always in her shadow. Yes she was a hard worker, but only when she got something out of it. She gets everything handed to her on a silver plater. It was even like that when we were kids, our parents praised her and had to work hard just for them to take a second glance at me. I went to good college but of course I had to work for the money for it. Working for what I needed or wanted never bothered me but it did when I see first hand how Pepper gets her stuff and I hated and loved her for it.

Maybe that's what makes me and Tony so different. I worked my ass off and as for Tony he got everything handed to him. That was my first impression of him but as I got to know him that was far from the truth. As for pepper it wasn't, but of course I would never say that to her. I've told Tony and he would just sit and listen he looked at me with those chocolate brown eyes like he was holding on to every word and keeping them some place safe. With him I could tell him anything without getting judged.

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I punched the tan bag over and over again as the loud rock music blasted through out every speaker in the training facility. The bag flew in every direction as my fists collided with the leather bag. My heart was beating as fast as I was throwing punches.

"Potts!" a voice shouted but a continued my fight in till the same voice shouted again. "(y/n)!" I threw one last punch making the chang break making the bag fall to the ground and it busted open making the sand spilling out.

"jeez what?" I asked turning to the source of the voice which was Clint.

"stark is looking for you" Clint answered. "he's in the lab"

"what dose the tin can want?" I asked unwrapping my hands then putting my hoodie over my head making stray hairs stick out randomly on my head.

"don't know he just Said he needed help" Clint shrugged and replaced the punching bad I Broke with a new one.

I rolled my eyes expecting it to be something stupid. Tony usually asked help for a lot of things. Some big or small but pepper got to do all the instristing things.

When I finally made into the lab Tony was on one of the exsamaning tables without his shirt exposing his arc reactor. He was hooked up to a couple of his machines, one of them was mesering the beats of his heart and the other gathering data on his breathing.

I arched an eyebrow at him as he just sat there amesly like nothing was wrong. He didn't look hurt or sick he just had his cocky little smirk plastered on his face.

"what is it Anthony?" I playfully sighed.

"I need you to help me switch this out" he responded taping on his little glowing neon blue circle that was now are part of him.

"why me? You know about it more than me" I said walking over to where he was.

"you'll be fine" he said and maneuvered his body so he was now laying on his back. I sighed and started to fiddle with his arc reactor and gently unplugged the wires. The heart monitor started to pick up and I quickly let go of everything. "I shouldn't be doing this, ask Bruce"

"Bruce is out with Nat" Tony said running his fingers through his hair. "you'll be fine, if I didn't trust you I wouldn't have asked"

I took a deep breath and slowly took out the old arc reactor with shaky hands I set it down on the empty spot that was on the medical bed. His brown eyes never left me as I plugged the new one in. As the the cord clicked in and a zapping sound filled my ears. Tony quickly jerked up and grabbed my hips fake screaming.

"I'm sorry! Are you okay?" I quickly asked not realizing it was a joke. Tony started laughing and wrapped his arms around my body. I quickly put my hands on his bear chest pushing him down.

"don't. Do. That" I said with a shaky breath. A mixture of a laughter and nervousness painted over my voice. I cover my eyes with my sleeve covered hands not looking at his cocky smirk.

I felt his hands wrap around me wrist uncovering my face. His chocolate eye softened and he gave a genuine smile.

"I'm sorry, I was only messing with you"

"I don't think you realize how much of a pain in the ass you are" I smiled.

"thanks for helping me" he only replied and placed a kiss on my forehead.

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The next morning I sat in the kitchen with Bruce and Nat talking about random things In till Steve and tony walked in. "good morning guys" Steve said sweetly.

"hay cap" I smiled and took a slip of my tea. "morning Tony, did you get any sleep last night?" this was a usual thing for us. The only thing we argued about was his lack of sleep and him over working himself.

"good 3 hours maybe" he confessed ready to get yelled at. I rolled my eyes and took the mug of coffee from his hands. "bed. Now" I told him and pushed him forward.

"but i-" he said but I cut him off.

"don't care, your exhausted I can tell that much" I said pulling him out of the kitchen by the sleeve of his shirt.

"I wouldn't argue with her Tony" Bruce said walking past us with his eyes locked on his I-pad.

Tony sighed and followed me into his bedroom. I gently pushed his chest so he'd sit of the bed. He rolled his eyes then wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me so I stood in between his legs and he rest his head on my chest. I smiled and started running my finger through his brown hair.

"thanks" he mumbled.

"for what?" I asked lifting his chin with my hand. His dark brown eyes locked with mine. "nothing. Never mind" he said letting go of my waist.

"what is it?" I asked backing away a little.

"you wanna be my plus one to the party tonight at the X Mansion?" he asked with hope in his eyes.

"I honestly forgot Xavier was hosting it" I said playing with his hair.

"so?" he asked standing up so he was towering over me. I sighed and placed my hand on his arc reactor covering the faint glow. "if you get rest and possibly sleep in till its time to get ready for it I might save you a dance"

"good enough I guess" he sighed then let a smirk break threw his lips when I pushed him back down in the bed.

After putting him to bed I quickly ran down the stairs to hang out with the others but I was stopped by my sister.

"where is tony?" she asked

"he's getting some rest. He hasn't slept at all this week" I told her then tried to move around her but she put her arm infront of me.

"why do you care any way?" she asked.

"because he's my best friend" I said trying to move past her but failed once again.

"I don't want you to get to attached to him"

"why? Why do you care about my personal life all the sudden?"

"because I've seen how he acts with women and I don't want him hurting you" she said sincerely.

"that's the problem he's not like that anymore. If you take the time to actually talk to him you'd know" I said walking away scussfully this time.

I sighed and leaned up against the empty wall away from her. Sometimes I wondered if she actually cared or she was mocking me. We only had each other that was true but the older we get the more we hated each other and I despised that the most.

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Later at the party I came in with Wanda and natasha. The girls ditched me to go find Vision and Bruce leaving me alone in the crowd. I sighed not really wanting to be here. I like the X-men and all but we as teams can't figure out how to work together even if Fury makes us. I moved around the crowed area in till I saw Steve. Him being the only one I knew in eye sight I made a bee line for him.

"hay (y/n), you look beautiful tonight" he smiled.

"thanks Cap, you don't look to bad yourself"

We talked for a while In till I saw Tony walking towards us. "hay Cap mind if I take (n/n)?" he asked with a smirk

Steve put his hands up in defense and walked away with a smile. Tony then smirked looking at me. His eyes traveled from my head to toe. "you look gorgeous"

I blushed then looked down. "you want to Dance?" he asked.

"I can't dance" I smiled. Tony shook his head then pulled me by my hand. "it's easy" he spoke then pulled me to his chest.

He placed my arms on his shoulders and his hand fell to the small of my back. "and we just sway to the music" he said softly moving our bodies slowly. I rest my head on his chest holding him close as we moved to the music.

"(y/n) I need to say something" he said pulling away. Oh no here it comes I thought.

"I think I'm in Love with you."

I pulled away from a little harder than I meant to and backed away. "no" I whispered.

"why not?"

"I'm not good enough for you" I spoke and tried to leave but he stopped me. "please (y/n)"

"you can have any girl you want... I'm not the one you were meant to find" I said trying to walk away only to be stopped by his lips being pressed to mine. He kissed me roughly but softly at the same time if that was even possible. "just shut up for a sec" he whispered against my lips.

"you are good enough and you make me a better man" I was about to say something but Pepper came over to us.

"can I cut in?" she asked. I rolled my eyes then nodded walking away from my sister and Tony.

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The next morning I lied in bed still thinking about Tony and what happened at the party. I knew I couldn't avoid him forever so I decided to go talk to him. He was my best friend and I wasn't going to lose him.

I took a deep breath before opening the door to his lab and I walked into his lab.

"hay Tony I think w-" I stoped. My heart sunk seeing them. Pepper leaning on his desk and he was pressed against her. He quickly pulled away and she just stood there not affected at all. "I knew it" I growled and ran off.

"(y/n)! (y/n) wait please!" Tony said racing out side to were I was pacing back and forth.

"please let me explain" he said looking like his life shattered. He walked forward to me trying to hide the stray tears. "n-no just stay!" I said putting my hands up. "stay away from me please"

"don't do this. I never meant for this to happen" he said his voice cracking.

"you know what?" I spoke letting the tears fall down my red cheeks "My hole life Pepper has gotten everything she's ever wanted. The only thing I had that she didn't was you" I said tearing up more I thought of it. Tony stepped forward and tried to grab my hand but I jerked away.

"was all that you said that night at the party a lie? Was it just all bull shit!" I asked.

"no! None of it was" he yelled back his voice cracking. His eyes glossed over with tears trying to get me in his grasp.

"really? So what did i see you doing with my sister, huh? Was our friendship a lie too? Was it just so you could get to my sister?" I cried.

"no! I love you okay? She came on to me" he tried to explain. He stood closer to me his hand shaking as he placed it on my cheek. "I can't loose you"

"I want to believe you, but I can't right now... I'm sorry" I said removing his hand then walked away from him.

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The next week I avoided Tony as much as I possibly could and I did the same with Pepper. I did my job the best I could with out any vocal or social interaction with Tony and the team could tell it was killing him, but really it was killing the both of us. Instead of going to visit him in his lab I would go on a run with Steve or train in the gym with Rumlow or Bucky. If he tried to talk to me or walk towards me I would quickly duck behind someone and leave the room.

"you gotta stop this" Bruce said slamming his books and lab top on the tab I was at. The noise making me look up from my computer. "what are you talking about Bruce"

Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose making his glasses slip if his face and land on the tab. "okay" he said starting to talk with hand movements like he usually dose when he has a rant brewing in his big brain. "you two are my best friends and I know this much. He loves the crap out of you and he is literally dying in that lab"

"Brucie, you didn't see what I did, you don't know what it's like to see some glimpse of hope then getting your heart shatter." I said slamming my lab top close. "you have a perfect relationship"

He raised an eyebrow. "you think me and Nat have a perfect relationship? For your information your the one who told me I was good enough for her when I thought I wasn't... I wouldn't have had the courage to tell her I loved her with out you" he spoke.

"I rather see the people around me happy than see me happy.... And If Tony wants to be with pepper than I'll let him because I want him to have the world"

"you are his world! If you want him to have the world go into that lab!" he said.

"he was groping my damn sister Bruce!" I shouted standing up from the table. "I wanted to tell him I loved him! I really did but like everything else my sister bet me to it" I started to tear up and put my hands hiding my tears from him. Bruce got up and wrap his arms around me hugging me. "he chooses you, but you have to believe that he loves you" he spoke.

"i just can't right now" I whimpered. Bruce was about to say som but F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke threw the speakers. "all avengers to the quin jets.. All Avengers to the quin jests"

"this conversation isn't over" Bruce said running down the hallway with me then into the jet. As walked in Clint quickly handed me my crossbow and suit. I quickly put the patch on my chest and the nano tech covered my body forming into my suit.

"you alright doll?" Bucky asked walking up to me a Bruce.

"I'm fine buckaroo" I smiled and padded his shoulder.

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I ran through the empty halls of the Hydra base completely lost and separated from the rest of the team.

"(y/n), (y/n) where are you?" I heard Tony say on the calms. Why do you care I thought to my self. I didn't respond and continued to run. "God Damnit (y/n) nows nto the time for the fucking silent treatment" Tony said again.

"(y/n) I found you and I'm coming" I heard Sam say next.

"I'm coming Sammy" I quickly met with Sam after a couple of feet and hallways. We both quickly got out before the building exploded. I quickly looked around and my heart sank. "wait! Where is tony?"

"Tony? Tony, where are you?" Steve spoke.

I quickly looked up and saw his suit being shot out of the window and free falling. "Hulk help him" I spoke looking at my green friend. Hulk growled and jumped up and cought him. Tony looked like a toy in his arms. Hulk quickly landed on his feet and gently laid Tony on the concrete. "Tony? Tony please be okay" I said as I dropped to my knees next to his stiff body. I quickly ripped his dented mask reviling his cut up face. His brown eyes were closed and his beard was panted red with blood.

"Tony? Tony come back to me" I said tears poring out of my eyes. I placed my hand on his arc reactor as it's light started flickering. Hulk quickly let out a lion like roar making Tony jolt awake. He quickly panted and looked around. I sighed and fell back on my but and rested my elbows on my knees. "damn you" I cried. I looked up at him and quickly lunged forward slamming my lips to his. His eyes widened but quickly melt into the kiss. He placed his metal covered hand to my cheek and the other fell to my waist pulling me closer.

"alright break it up" Nat chuckled leaning on hulks arm.

"I Love You I said looking down at him."I thought I lost you... I'm sorry for acting like a total bitch I should hav-"

"hay, hay it's okay" Tony said cutting me off. He quickly stepped out of his broken suit and placed his hands on both my cheeks. "I understand but you need to believe me when is say I love you and I want you and only you" he said. His chocolate eyes I loved so much stared into my soul. He slowly lowered his face to meet my level and pecked my lips. "I'm not talking to my sister though" I spoke.

Tony ground and pulled away. "of course your not... Because your so stubborn" he smirked.

"and you love me for it" I said placing my hand on his arc reactor. "but I learned it from you"

"I'm a bad influence on you, I'll say that much" he chucked.

"that maybe True but she's an excellent influence on you Stark" Steve spoke up. I chuckled then placed a kiss on his chest where his reactor is because he's so much taller than me and his reactor has always been eye level to me. I always loved it and thought it was cool.

"marry me" Tony said lifting my chin up with his pointer finger. We were the last to left out side and everyone elses was climbing back into the jet.

"little early don't you think?" I smiled.

"I've waited to long to call you mine Im not waisting a second of it"

"then yes, yes I'll marry you" I smiled.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark #tony stark imagines #Mcu #marvel imagines #Pepper potts #clint barton imagines #Iron man #Rdj images #Robert downey Jr #Steve Rogers #Captain America #Hawkeye #Thor #Black widow #Wakanda Forever #Avengers imagines #Stan lee #Hulk #Bruce banner imagines #Stark Industries

[loidloid]

i realized a spanish song i love is so twiyor coded its crazy like the lyrics killed me its so them

eng translation is below

Tell me, why are you crying?

Because I'm happy

And why are you so choked up?

From loneliness

And why are you squeezing my hand

So tightly like that

And your thoughts seem to be taking you away

I love you so much

Why would that be?

Don't be so hard-headed

Stop doubting me

Although in the future there's a large wall

I'm not afraid

I want to love you

Don't love me because you think I seem different

Don’t you think it’s right,

For us to watch time pass together

Don't love me because I know what a lie it would be

If you don't think I deserve your love

Don't love me

Just stay another day

Don't love me because I'm lost

Because I change the world

Because it's destiny

Because you can’t

We are a mirror

And like that you would be what my reflection is

Don't love me

To be dying in a war of regrets

Don't love me

To be on the ground

I want to soar the air with your great love in the blue sky

I don't know what to say

That's the truth

If people want to want to hurt us, they will

If you and I part now

They wouldn’t change

But in this world

Don’t leave me alone

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Don't listen when I say I don't love you

Don't love me

Stop breaking my heart with these "I don't love you's"

Don't love me, I beg

My bitterness is leaving me

You know well that I can’t

It’s useless, I will always love you

Don't love me

I will make you suffer

With this cold heart that is filled with a thousand winters

Don't love me

To forget about your gray days

I want you to love me just because you love me

Don’t love me, You and I would fly

One with the other

And stay always together

This love is like the sun

That comes out after a storm

Like two comets in the same path

Don't love me

Don't love me

Don't love me

(Don't love me, don't love me, don't love me)

#spy x family #twiyor #loid forger #yor briar

[thesupreme316]

darius martin x female reader?? darius lies to his parents telling them he has a gf and so they invite her over for thanksgiving and the reader offers to help out darius and they do so and become an actual couple in the process.

#Grateful - Part 1 (Darius Martin x Fem!Reader):

Genre: Fluff, Acquaintances to Lovers, Fake Dating, Slow Burnish

Word Count: 1K

Supreme Speaks: Hey yall, thank you to @hooks-martin for this request. this is also a special request cause this is part of your GRADUATION PRESENT (congrats again I'm so proud). Imma do this in multiple parts (probably four/five parts) and I did kind of change up the request cause I saw it really working as acquaintances to lovers (my bad). i hope everyone enjoys this and if you have any suggestions or requests, send em in plz. P.S you are loved and appreciated

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Deciving family to save from embarrassment, proofread I think

Taglist: @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @hookerforhook @triscillal @sheinthatfandom

Sunday, November 21, 2022

“We can’t wait to meet her.” Darius read from his phone, groaning as his brother cackled at his face. “Bro, I should have kept my mouth shut.”

“I told you so!” Dante said with a smile. “Why didn’t you?”

“Cause they would have set me up with that one girl that they always liked for me.”

With Thanksgiving right around the corner, Darius and Dante was excited to see their family and eat delicious food. But the one thing that Darius wasn’t particularly ready for was the conversations; especially about his love life. Including all-star questions such as: “Who’s the lucky girl?, Why are you still single?, If you want we can connect you with Alexis from across the street”…..that one bothered him the most. So, to avoid those questions, Darius decided to exaggerate the truth (lie) and tell his family, particularly his mother and aunts, that he has a girlfriend to avoid any and all questions.

However, they all want to meet her (hence the text from his mom).

But the thing is....he doesn’t actually have a girlfriend.

And now he is sitting in the car with his brother and their best friends: Tyler (Hook), Anthony, and Andretti (Did y’all know that Andretti’s first name is apparently Tyler too?), contemplating whether he should go to Thanksgiving dinner as a fraud and liar or skip town and avoid all phone calls.

“Are you talking about Alexis?” Dante asked as his brother nodded his head. “She’s nice and all, but definitely not your type. I honestly can’t even see you with her”

“So now you need to find someone to play the role of your girlfriend?” Anthony asked, briefly taking his eyes off the road. “How are you going to do that when Thanksgiving is this Thursday?”

“I didn’t know she would have to make an appearance. I thought they were gonna take my word for it.” Darius pouted. He should of thought about that before running his mouth. But then again, Darius was never a good liar; so the fact that he was able to convince his family that he has a significant other was shocking.

Andretti turned around to join the conversation. “Maybe you go on Tinder or Hinge and just tell women your situation. Someone would eventually help you, especially if you pay them.”

Tyler shook his head, “Nah, that’s too messy and chicks are crazy on there (no offense to y’all).”

“Besides I would need them to be ready by tomorrow. The fam likes for us to be early to do more activities which means going home on Tuesday and stay until Friday.” Darius said sighing, who needs a plan now. “Maybe I should just ask Alexis to pretend for me.”

“Not a good idea. Again, she’s not your type. You’ll regret it.” Dante said in a sing-song voice making Darius roll his eyes. There was nothing wrong with Alexis, she just didn’t mash well with Darius’ personality. However, their families believe that they would be perfect for each other, despite the awkward tension between the two.

“But do you know who is your type?” Andretti asked, making the entire car go silent. “Y/N Y/L/N.” Dante, Tyler, and Anthony made various sounds and statements in agreement as Andretti smirked.

Darius slightly blushed. “AEW’s makeup artist?”

“Yeah! She’s pretty, funny as hell, and you two get along great.”

Anthony chimed in, “She’s also very stylish so you don’t have worry about her outfits.”

“That’s all true but they barely talk, even though he makes lovey dovey eyes at her.” Tyler snickered, making Darius blush harder. “So if anything, it’ll be hard for him to ask her to do this favor.”

“I do not make those kind of eyes to her!” Darius defended himself. “I just admire her work and think she is a nice person.” He was telling the truth. You and Darius weren’t the closest of friends, if anything you two were acquaints who worked together. You were closer with Anthony and Hook than you were to him. But he really did think that you were a very beautiful and nice individual, and maybe he did develop “admiration” for you.

“Yeah right. Anyways, don’t you have her number?” Andretti asked motioning to Darius’ phone, who nodded back in response. “Then call and ask her. The worst she could say is no.”

As he was thinking, Darius’ best friends were encouraging him to pick up the phone. Anthony even pulled over so he could force Darius to tap on your contact, refusing to move. His palms started to sweat as his brother took the phone and put it on speaker. It rang three times before your voice came through. “Hello?”

“H-hey Y/N!” Darius stuttered making everyone in the car face palm, including himself.

You were hanging out with Skye Blue and Willow Nightingale as you brought your phone to your ear. “Hey Darius! What do I owe for this phone call?”

“Um, I have a big favor to ask and I don’t know who else to call.”

“Go ahead.”

“Well, first, do you have plans for Thanksgiving?”

"No…" You drifted off

Darius explained the situation to you at least twice; due to his flustered state and you not really comprehending why he would call you about it. Again, you two weren’t close, but you have to be crazy if you thought that Darius wasn’t handsome and sweet as hell. After a moment of silence, you asked, “What’s in it for me?”

“Free thanksgiving dinner, all expenses paid trip to Minnesota. And free alcohol.” He said, making you grow quiet again. “Did I mention that the alcohol was free?”

You giggled, “Yes, you did. But I want something else in addition.”

“Name it, I’ll do anything.”

“I want that customized Top Flight hoodie you had on last week.”

“The one with the bleached designed?” He asked as you confirmed it. “Yes, I’ll get you one! Just please help me!” He quickly said. You went back to being quiet before giving your answer.

After hanging up, you let go of a breath that you didn’t even that you were holding on to. You slid down your chair making Skye look at you. “What happened?”







“Apparently I have a boyfriend now.” You quietly said, making Willow and Skye spit out their drinks.

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #aew darius martin #darius martin #darius martin x reader #darius martin imagine #all elite wrestling imagines

[lilac-hecox]

Not to scare you but I do think that Damien cutting back his time at Smosh soon is a possibility. Hopefully not leaving completely, hopefully he just switches to part-time, but I have a bad feeling something's happening.

He was on episode 73 of the Perfect Person podcast last week. At 2:45 he talks about how he's "all over the place, trying to focus up here soon" and how Starfield has "been cool to see that come out cause that I booked when I first started at Smosh, so it's sort of bookended my Internet life, first to last." Though at the end of the episode when listing where to find him he does say you can find him at Smosh after talking about uploading more to his personal channel. But that comment plus him planning to stream more days a week in 2024 makes me worried that means we'll see him less at Smosh. Maybe I'm overthinking. But personally at the moment I'm preparing for something like that to happen so I won't be heartbroken if it does. And if it doesn't then I'll be relieved to have worried for nothing

I was curious about his appearance on Perfect Person so thank you for some recap. I see what you're saying and think that reasonably, if something strange or different is going on I could see him scaling back his role (like Olivia/Kimmy/etc.) rather than fully leave! I think maybe he has some other things that are also of interest that he wants to put time towards, but I think he genuinely loves being at Smosh.

Would I be surprised to see him branch out on his own? Not exactly, but what do we think he would make his main content? Streaming? Lets Plays? I think he'd have an audience for sure.

I'm reminded of the episode of 2 Truths, 1 Lie that he was on with Ian and Anthony where he told Ian he has a new car payment and wants the new Smosh era to last. Now, granted that was what in June or July, but keep that in mind too that he seemed to want to be staying long term.

TL:DR I wouldn't be very surprised if Damien scaled back his role at Smosh in 2024 but I don't think he'll fully leave.

#all the damien anons coming out of the woodwork #damien haas #smosh #smosh games #smosh pit

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Even with our current climate of fake news, misinformation, disinformation, and election lies, we shouldn’t use  government power to try enforcing the truth.

By: Angel Eduardo

Published: Jun 29, 2023

Lies are a problem. 

In fact, one can persuasively argue that lies are the problem. 

Few behaviors are as corrosive to our social fabric or as foundational to our societal divisions. Lies severely hobble our ability to communicate effectively, our capacity to understand reality, and our attempts at securing social and moral progress. As a result, it’s understandable to conclude that using government power to prohibit and eliminate lies is justified.

The thing is, that’s a terrible idea.

While some exceptions exist, there are good reasons why our Constitution protects most forms of dishonesty, deception, and artful deviations from the truth. In this explainer I’ll go over these reasons and outline why, for all the difficulty and damage they certainly cause, most lies are and should remain protected speech.

What exactly is a lie, anyway?

Most of us can agree that lies are the opposite of truth, but opinions vary from that point forward. 

Must lies require a conscious attempt to deceive? If the speaker believes the falsehood, are they lying regardless? Can statements once thought to be true retroactively become lies once they’re discovered to be false?

Things get weirder when you start factoring in things like fiction, satire, or parody. Are those technically “lies”? What if something is mostly true, or mostly false? At what point does a statement cross the threshold into being an official lie?

Hopefully these questions illustrate the difficulty of knowing how and where to draw these lines. Now imagine trying to legislate all this. How can you legally tell the difference between lies and honest mistakes? How much does intention play into your definition, and how can you reasonably gauge it? Perhaps most importantly: How can you ensure that whatever laws you create to stamp out lies don’t get abused or stamp out important truths along with them? 

This last question has been central to why discussions about regulating lies with laws have been so difficult, and why they’ve almost always ended by erring on the side of letting false speech stay free.

But what about lies we know are lies? Shouldn’t the government legislate against those? The Supreme Court would wrestle with this very question in a landmark 2012 case, United States v. Alvarez.

The case of stolen valor

During a meeting of the Three Valley Water District Board in Claremont, California in 2007, Xavier Alvarez stepped up to introduce himself. “I’m a retired marine of 25 years,” he said. “Back in 1987, I was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor.”

These were lies, and Alvarez was in the habit of telling them. In the past he had claimed he played hockey for the Detroit Red Wings and that he had once been married to a Mexican starlet. But by purporting to have received a military medal, Alvarez had taken his dishonesty into new and more serious territory: He had violated the Stolen Valor Act of 2005, which criminalized lying about having or receiving a military honor.

Alvarez was indicted and pleaded guilty to the charge, but appealed on the basis that the law itself was an unconstitutional, content-based restriction of his right to free speech. In other words, the statute restricted speech specifically based on what it is saying, in violation of the First Amendment. 

The Supreme Court agreed. “Absent from those few categories where the law allows content-based regulation of speech,” Justice Anthony Kennedy wrote for the majority, “is any general exception to the First Amendment for false statements.” Moreover, Justice Kennedy noted that “some false statements are inevitable if there is to be an open and vigorous expression of views in public and private conversation, expression the First Amendment seeks to guarantee.”

The Court’s analysis recognized two critical points: First, that bans on specific lies are content-based restrictions on speech. Second, that in order to preserve the freedom of expression the First Amendment defends, lies must be protected the same way as any other speech.

Lies and the First Amendment

The short answer to why lies are constitutionally protected is that, outside of a few narrow and formally recognized categories of unprotected speech, the First Amendment is neutral regarding the content of the speech it defends. This principle was expressed beautifully by Justice Thurgood Marshall in the 1972 Supreme Court case Police Department of Chicago v. Mosley, which questioned the constitutionality of a city ordinance banning non-union picketing outside of a school building. In the majority opinion, Marshall wrote, “the First Amendment means that government has no power to restrict expression because of its message, its ideas, its subject matter, or its content.”

This means that the First Amendment almost universally prohibits content-based regulation of speech. Because they target the substance of speech and are easily used to suppress disfavored ideas, content-based laws or regulations are presumed unconstitutional, and the government must meet a very heavy burden to justify them. That burden is strict scrutiny — the highest standard in First Amendment law, which requires the government to prove the regulation “furthers a compelling interest and is narrowly tailored to achieve that interest,” as outlined in Reed v. Town of Gilbert, Arizona, et al. Interests are “compelling,” the First Amendment Encyclopedia explains, when they are regarding “regulation vital to the protection of public health and safety, including the regulation of violent crime, the requirements of national security and military necessity, and respect for fundamental rights.”

The key here is that any regulations must not only advance a “compelling” interest, but must also not restrict our ability to speak freely (and dishonestly) beyond what is necessary to further that interest.

As noted above, not all expression is protected by the First Amendment: The Supreme Court has identified “historic and traditional” limitations on a few “well-defined and narrowly limited classes of speech.” These include incitement (Brandenburg v. Ohio), true threats (Virginia v. Black), and obscenity (Miller v. California).

In cases such as the United States v. Robert J. Stevens, however, the Court emphatically rejected as “startling and dangerous” the idea of a “free-floating test for First Amendment coverage” that requires speech to survive an ad hoc balancing of its costs and benefits. Rather, the “First Amendment itself reflects a judgment by the American people that the benefits of its restrictions on the Government outweigh the costs.”

Lies the First Amendment doesn’t protect — and why

When it comes to lies or dishonesty in particular, there are a few forms of it that fall under constitutionally unprotected speech, such as fraud, perjury, and defamation. Even in these cases, though, it’s not so much the lies themselves being acted against, but rather their specific and measurable consequences.

With respect to perjury, for example, false testimony in a criminal trial can lead to a wrongful conviction, affecting the life and liberty of an innocent defendant. Likewise, fraud in the form of false advertising, or other deliberate misrepresentations made for economic or personal gain, can be criminalized due to the clear material costs imposed upon those who fall prey to it.

Defamation, defined as “a false statement that harms the reputation of another,” is perhaps the most well-known of unprotected lies. It’s also very easy to understand the reasoning for it. A lot rides on reputations, and having ours smeared or destroyed can lead to real harm.

However, “harm” can also be incredibly subjective, and defamation can easily be used as a cudgel rather than a legitimate defense of one’s own honor. That’s why judges tread very carefully in defamation cases, and it’s why defamatory statements must meet a specific set of criteria to hold up in court. As Ronald K.L. Collins, David L. Hudson Jr., and FIRE Legal Director Will Creeley outline in “First Things First: A Modern Coursebook on Free Speech Fundamentals”:

A defamation plaintiff must establish all of the following six elements: 1. Identification: The publication was “of and concerning” the plaintiff. 2. Publication: The defamatory statements were disseminated to a third party. 3. Defamatory meaning: The statements in question were defamatory. 4. Falsity: The statements must be false. Truth is an absolute defense to a defamation claim. Generally, the plaintiff bears the burden of proof of establishing falsity. 5. Statement of fact: The statements in question must be objectively verifiable as false statements of fact. This means the statements were presented as true facts, but are demonstrably false. 6. Damage: The false and defamatory statements must cause actual injury or special damages.

Proving defamation can be really tough, and it gets even tougher if you’re a public figure, like a celebrity or a politician. As we covered in our explainer on the New York Times Co. v. Sullivan Supreme Court case, the limits on defamation law are meant to prevent the chilling effect caused by the use of legal action to silence criticism, satire, parody, or dissent. The bar is very high because courts are rightly afraid that general restrictions on speech, however false or unsavory, will violate not just the First Amendment but the principles of free expression that undergird it.

Other forms of unprotected lies include making false statements to government officials concerning official matters, falsely speaking on behalf of the government, and impersonating a government officer. But as with perjury, fraud, and defamation, the lies themselves aren’t the only reason for that being unprotected speech. All of these infractions focus on falsehoods that prevent or disrupt official government action — especially if it would end up infringing upon the rights of others.

Like any deviation from the presumption that speech is protected, these exceptions to the rule are limited, narrowly defined, and place the burden on the government to justify. First Amendment law recognizes that any attempt to suppress freedom of speech, no matter how well-intentioned, is a perilous endeavor. Carelessly allowing the government to regulate what can and cannot be said will cost us more than we bargained for. That is why each category of unprotected speech has been approached with a careful eye toward preserving free expression and avoiding government overreach — and the bar is set high for good reason.

Why lies should remain protected speech

The First Amendment generally protects speech from government punishment or censorship even if that speech is dishonest or false. But is that really the right thing to do? Given our current climate of fake news, misinformation, disinformation, and election lies, shouldn’t we use government power to set the record straight and establish the truth?

Not unless you think you or someone else can square all the lingering concerns about the risk of overbroad, overextended, or overapplied laws. As we covered in our explainer on misinformation, disinformation, and malinformation, allowing the government to define what constitutes these forms of speech is basically begging for it to abuse its power.

Just imagine the authority to determine and regulate lies in the hands of your worst enemies. Do you trust them to use it honorably? Why should they, then, trust you? The problem also goes beyond intentions. Even the most honest and well-meaning political actors can unwittingly succumb to bias, and the incentives to suppress inconvenient truths or ignore expedient lies are far too great to dismiss.

And as with most arguments relating to the restriction or regulation of free expression, the questions remain: Who decides? How do they decide? And who watches the watchmen?

In the majority opinion explaining why the Stolen Valor Act infringes upon free speech rights, Justice Kennedy stated the following:

The remedy for speech that is false is speech that is true. This is the ordinary course in a free society. The response to the unreasoned is the rational; to the uninformed, the enlightened; to the straight-out lie, the simple truth… The First Amendment itself ensures the right to respond to speech we do not like, and for good reason. Freedom of speech and thought flows not from the beneficence of the state but from the inalienable rights of the person. And suppression of speech by the government can make exposure of falsity more difficult, not less so. Society has the right and civic duty to engage in open, dynamic, rational discourse. These ends are not well served when the government seeks to orchestrate public discussion through content-based mandates.

While striking down the law, Justice Kennedy also reaffirmed the principles of free expression and open discourse that the First Amendment has always protected and represented. Yes, lies may be divisive, dangerous, and destructive to our relationships, our social order, and our polity — but the truth can’t be enforced through the authority of the state. It is the government’s job to keep our speech free. It’s our job to find and uphold the truth through the use of that speech. That’s a lot of work and responsibility, and it can often be messy, but the alternatives have far greater and graver costs.

Some argue that times have changed — that modern technology has fundamentally shifted our discourse to the point where drastic, even draconian interventions on lies and misinformation are required. But the critical questions of who to grant that power to and how to check it linger on, and it is unlikely that they can ever be truly or satisfactorily answered.

In the meantime, lies are the price we pay for the freedom to discover the truth for ourselves.

==

Among the best arguments against controlling perceived "misinformation" and lies are:

The need to be able to tell, with certainty, the difference between a lie and a mistake. Some percentage of people who believe in Flat Earth are undoubtedly lying, but many genuinely believe what they're saying. You can't punish people for simply being wrong.

Processes like science are never done. They must always consider the possibility: what if you're wrong? Or even just, what if you missed something, or what if you don't have the whole picture? The Church knew the "truth" and punished Galileo for "misinformation."

Perhaps more self-interested compellingly, never establish a policy or precedent that your enemies can use against you when they're in power. (And if your immediate instinct is, well, we'll just make sure they don't/can't get into power, you might want to consider the position in history of those who said the same thing.)

#Angel Eduardo #free speech #freedom of speech #First Amendment #freedom of expression #misinformation #protected speech #censorship #religion is a mental illness

[valyalyon]

October, 2024

CW below, Valya here.

I hope you all enjoy this post. October 27 was actually one of the first pieces that I wrote for this story. The next couple of posts will all have CW relating to sexual content!

Please reblog, like and follow for more! See below for more of Dreams, Ink and Embers.

DIE MASTER LIST OR #LYONDIE

CW: Explicit sexual content, affair, unprotected sex.

October 1, 2024.

When Julius and I woke up the next morning, we got ready to check out of the motel. It took me a second, but eventually I opened my mouth and spoke, “do you lie a lot to Sara?”

“Yeah, but sometimes it’s just easier as opposed to starting an argument that will go nowhere,” he said casually, opening the car door for me and walking around to get in.

“Do you think you’ll tell her the truth any time soon?” I asked, trying to make the question obvious, yet not trying to spell it out.

“About us? I don’t know, I might wait a little while longer, but I might not ever tell her about it, too… I’m not sure how I’m going to go about it yet,” all of this came so easy from his mouth.

I felt confused, I didn’t know where I belonged now. But, I didn’t want to lose whatever I had with him. I desperately wanted to keep the normalcy we were creating.

October 27, 2024.

“I’ll probably be back around 4…” Sara said curling her hair and looking over at me in the reflection.

It was 7pm right then. She’d be gone until 4am. Doubt it. She never came back from club outings until after 10 or 11am. Would always come back clean and happy.

“You look fine,”I stressed with a laugh and then went to help her with her dress. “You better have fun! Don’t forget to text me if you need to be snuck in.”

“I’m so glad you get it. Husband’s can be such a suffocating chain on you,” Sara said, annoyed and rolling her eyes, “I really hope you find someone good for you  so you can cheat on your husband. I’m not saying I’ve done it but… well, you always got to keep the marriage alive somehow.”

With those words she was out the door and I sighed. I was standing in the entryway of the house noticing how quiet everything was. Theo was asleep. Julius should have been putting Anthony to sleep. I made my way back to my room to check on my son and saw him fast asleep. I then got on my phone and checked to see if I had any texts.

1 message.

“Can you bring me snacks” was all the text from Julius said. I didn’t think I’d see this message. Ever. This was code. I went to the master bedroom and walked in to an empty dark room. Then the door shut behind me and I was obscured by darkness, and then dim lights turned on through out the room.

Before I could think, his arms were on my body. His fingers were running down into my pants and his hand was slipping under my shirt.

I let out a gasp and spoke finally, “Julius, wait, wait… I know we’ve been doing this but we haven’t… in your marriage bed? I can’t, you share this with Sara.”

“It’s your mattress that you left with me,” he said, quelling any fight back by shoving me onto the bed and beginning to ravage me.

We were making out and he was undressing me, then soon fucking me. I was trying to fight him, beg him to stop, but all I could do was moan yes while he pulled my hair.

This is the part that I can’t say if I remember it correctly. As he orgasmed, he stayed inside of me. He pumped his cock a little inside me. I felt his cream leaking and bubbling out of me.

I asked him what had he done and I saw a shift in his eyes. He continued thrusting in my soaking pussy, my cum dripping and mixing with his nut. He grabbed me by the hips and said, “well I’ll get you a Plan B in the morning. For now, I want to keep going so I can really enjoy you the way you’re meant to be enjoyed.”

“You forgot you were fucking me,” I accused him, “You were fantasizing about Sara and you came in me thinking it was her. Fuck you.” I pushed pointlessly on his chest.

He put more weight on me and kept thrusting, lifting my legs and fucking me deeper. I was crying and begging and he said, “I was fantasizing about you on birth control in your early 20s when I used to fill you with so much cum you’d leak as you walked.”

“You’ve got all the right things to say don’t you?”

“I’ve had time to practice my strategy,” he laughed and flipped me onto my hands and knees where he proceeded to ram his cock back into me and started to fuck me real hard.

His balls slapped against my clit and I moaned and shook my ass to match his energy. He started smacking my ass real hard, revving up each spank and making sure my ass cheeks were nice and red. He started taking pictures of his hand squeezing my ass and fucking me.

He then set up a camera and recorded a bit of the interaction, moving the camera to show the moment he came for a second time inside of me. I was quivering and I looked back at him almost begging him to not stop.

By this point it had been a week or so since the last time either of us had sex. Sara was around pretty frequently and Julius and I were kept apart. Now that we finally had the time, the sex was so good I didn’t want it ending. Especially since we didn’t know when Sara would come back but we knew it wouldn’t be tonight.

That night, Julius came inside me a total of three times and caught the last two creampies on film. He was holding me as we watched videos and cuddled together on the bed that used to be mine. Now some other woman would sleep in it all the time. I thought it was incredibly unfair.

#writeblr #dark romance #smut #creative writing #writers of tumblr #writing #literature #booklr #LYONDIE #bluestlyon #original story #spicy books

[shameonmeeguiltypleasure]

This has been itching in my brain for a while but I kind of just assumed that Colin and Eloise were the exceptions with having darker personalities based on what Anthony said in an earlier chapter and never thought much of it until I read the latest update with Colin's inner monologue concerning his sisters' wrath. Add in the fact that neither of the brothers were surprised at Colin's violent outburst (although this could be just because they are both used to it). And now I'm wondering if Anthony is just an unreliable narrator or is the entire family dark as well?

And speaking of dark, I know you said Pen is an unreliable narrator when it comes to family but does that only concern their love for her or is she also unaware of her family's darker aspects?

BTW, i love SMB. Like literally the chokehold that your fanfic has on me is unholy.

I love you Anon, thank you so much for asking!!

So when I shared Anthony's pov in that earlier chapter, I was still hemming and hawing about the way I wanted to portray Polin's siblings. It isn't till recently I decided to fully commit to the dark side and give shades of grey & black to the characters. Your ask definitely reminded me that I need to update the tags with 'Unreliable narrator' as depending on the sibling and the perspective, the character will read differently.

This was also due to how Colin and Eloise's talk went. Their relationship is extremely complicated (if you haven't noticed lol). She'll give you her experience growing up with Colin when I get to work on her book. The Bridgerton Siblings aren't dark per se… they just had to adapt to Colin who was an incredibly unrelenting force as a child. After Edmund died, Violet fell into depression and Anthony was drowning with responsibility with Benedict & Daphne doing their best to help him stay afloat, Colin was sort of left alone. Eloise wasn't talking. Franny, Greg & Hyacinth were definitely more minded than Colin and Eloise.

And the assumption was that COLIN was looking after Eloise, helping her through the trauma and grief. That he was doing fine because he was smiling and charming visitors away from the door when they wanted to ask after Violet (He was in a way… but he's a kid in grief too). Eloise is the only one who pushes Colin because she knows the literal worst of him. They clash because they were essentially the forgotten middle children.

Also, in Colin's mind, a part of him thinks, if he's capable of the things he's done his siblings must be the same they just hide it better from him and the public. (So yeah, he's unreliable and biased). And Funnily enough, Ant&Ben think the same of Colin. (They all severely underestimate each other's impulse controls tbh)

Pen is an extremely unreliable narrator when it comes to her family. There is LITERALLY so much she didn't notice (Y'all get more insight in Ch12). As SMB Phillipa will be quoted saying:

"Penelope is the best liar of them all. Only Master Liars could sink themselves so deeply into believing a lie of their own making they'd forgotten the truth. Phillipa Admired her for it, it's what kept her safe throughout the years. It's why she could forgive her for the many years she'd spent missing her sweet little Penny…."

Depending on the Polin sibling you interview, you're gonna have them describing a very different kind of Polin.

Example:

Anthony: Colin's got a temper and is greedy, but he's harmless. He's a Gentleman! He was raised well, of course. (duh!)

Benedict: Mmmh, not exactly harmless, but he knows where to draw the line. Maybe don't tempt him to cross it?

Daphne: Colin wouldn't hurt a fly! He's far too kind for that!! Oh, what? No, he just asked if I could help him bury some bones a dog dug up in his backyard on Saturday. Mmh? This red stuff? Oh, my daughter's learning how to paint.

Eloise: Colin will skin you from your toes to your hair follicles, boil you in a cauldron and feed you to the poor for dinner as a soup with bread as a side dish. You laugh, but I'm not joking. Ask him what happened to Susan who called me a bitch last week. Do you really think it was a coincidence he volunteered to feed the poor as charity work recently? Did you not wonder where he got the meat so quickly?

Franny: Of course, I trust my brother. Was that a serious question? Colin doesn't lose his temper unless it's over something truly bad. What's his definition of Bad? I don't know, I guess if someone made one of us cry, then yeah…

Greg&Hyacinth: Colin doesn't do anything wrong. He's actually pretty boring. All he ever does is eat and moon over Penelope Featherington.

Featherington Sisters:

Prudence: Touch my sister and die. I refuse to say another word. A threat? Oh no sir, that was a promise.

Phillipa: Penny's adorable!! I miss her sometimes. Hmm? Oh no she's still living with Mama, I just miss when she used to stab tables and threaten cousin Alfie to hold his tongue or she'll stuff him full with stones and toss him in the lake. Alfie's afraid of water you see, but she was offering to teach him how to swim, he didn't need to cry about it. Isn't she sweet?

Felicity: Touch my sister and die. Don't even breathe next to her. What? Prudence did? Well… *loads shot gun*… I guess I'll save her the trouble. *BANG*

#answered #bridgerton #polin #seducing mr bridgerton #smb

[liliesandparchment]

Bridgerton AU 02x08 onwards: Part 4

~Anthony~

It was torture.

Waiting in the drawing room for the Doctor to finish and declare his fate was slowly shaping into the longest, most torturous hour of his life. He wasn’t sure why it was his fate that hung in the balance, but he was just as inconceivably sure of the fact that his life would be forfeit if she did not –

He could not go on without her in any capacity.

His body would not physically cooperate with him without her touch, now that he had known it. His lungs could not possibly draw breath now that he knew how it felt to breathe her in –

No.

He could not succumb to those thoughts. He had to stay in the present. And as it was hitting the hour mark and he had vaguely acknowledged some latent relief at everyone’s disinterest towards questioning the original reason for his surely earlier than normal call at Danbury House, he heard the sound he had been dreading all this time and realized that he had not dodged the issue that easily as of yet.

The light thump of her cane on the carpet might as well have been a booming canon for how his heart reacted, as she once again walked towards him and stopped a way off, in the middle of the room, waiting. Like his premature thoughts of relief had summoned her like a ruthless creature that smelled fear and deception in her prey and immediately acted on it. He refused to look in her direction on principle.

He desperately wished for the Doctor to finish and announce if she was out of danger, simply so that he could leave and avoid this conversation. He knew he did not have it in himself to tempt fate by saying anything but the bare truth if anyone asked him the question right now, not with her lying there –

“Lord Bridgerton, I was informed by the footman that you called at the house superbly early in the morning today, only missing Miss Sharma by a few minutes. Might I inquire as to the nature of your ill-timed visit?”

Well, then.

Of course she had to bloody ask the exact question at the exact bloody time he could not dare to desist, with something so precious in the balance that he could not risk the wrath of any loosely interested God with a lie. Not now.

He steeled himself and turned to look at Benedict, warning him with a look to not repeat what he was about to do to anyone, especially their mother, and to keep his opinions to himself, at least until they were alone. He could only hope his brother understood, as he nodded once all the same.

He calmly walked to where Miss Edwina and Lady Mary were sitting, faces drawn and rather ill looking, or perhaps it was his imagination embellishing their reactions to the unsaid revelation. He took a seat at a lone armchair, resolutely avoiding the ladies’ eyes, and shakily pulled out the small box.

He grimaced at the consequences of what he was about to do, fiddling with it for a few seconds, before he placed it squarely on the table in front of everyone. His deepest desire, his hastily fulfilled wish, bare for all to witness and question and judge and condemn as they saw fit.

There was an upsetting harrumph from the Lady of the House and she pursed her lips in a slightly displeased but altogether unsurprised manner. Lady Mary fisted her dress tighter and gasped very softly, slowly realizing his meaning. Miss Edwina said nothing and he tried hard to resist the temptation to look at her face. He wasn’t sure he could handle whatever he saw there.

“Oh.” Benedict breathed and he hoped his brother would perhaps now, of all times, realize how much him and his insights had kept him afloat in times of drowning darkness along with the daily forms of unexceptional stresses.

"Why?” Lady Danbury broke the thick tension in her cutting manner, continuing rather pointedly, and haughtily, in his opinion, “Why now, I mean? I have watched you both refuse and deny your feelings and run from them as far as you could manage since the night of my soiree, when Miss Edwina chose to bestow her ill-advised favor upon you. After all this time, after everything that both your families have gone through since then, what has finally changed now to bring this on, my Lord Bridgerton?”

He was at a loss. How could he even begin to answer that without giving them both away – without besmirching her forever in the eyes of her own family and without admitting to the fact that he was so helpless in the face of her mere existence that once coveted things like honor and duty meant nothing to him anymore?

He was saved from answering almost immediately, however, by Benedict. His brother must have seen something of his thoughts in his face – or perhaps he simply knew him too well by now to suspect at the truth – but whatever the case, Benedict replied after only a few seconds of silence.

“I think that would be my fault. I believe that when my brother sought me out to remind me of my –” He grimaced slightly, “– responsibility, as the second born son, I was rather deep in my cups and suggested to Anthony that he need not abandon his whole plan of finding a bride this season and that perhaps, he could simply – switch it up a little from the original.”

It was a valiant effort. And nobody bought it. It was plain upon their faces, but Benedict soldiered on faithfully, “That was, of course, done to escape my own duties in the horrifying circumstances of Anthony not being wed. I feared Mother would set her sights upon me then, heavens forbid.”

Lady Danbury’s face twitched at the loose attempt at humor but she did not seem to really buy it. And well, who were they even trying to fool anymore? All of them had witnessed him –

“Even so. Let us say we believe that pitiful excuse for your actions, you do realize that going forward with this frankly, rather – scandalous – plan of yours could be the ruin of all of your families. It is the single most foolhardy action to take in these circumstances and you are both bright young men, surely you must realize that –”

“The ring –” He began testily, and then forced himself to calm as Benedict stood up with him, hand on his arm, steadying him as always – he hadn’t even realized he had stood up - he was damn tired of the sham the pretentious farce they had to put in place for the bloody ton, “– my parents’ betrothal ring, a symbol of their love, belongs to Kathani Sharma to do with as she pleases, when she pleases. It has always been hers, since I first laid my eyes on her. My whole being has known it and my mind has simply caught up to the harsh truth of this reality rather late. That is final and I shall not hear anything more about it.”

To Suspend Time - Find full version on AO3 here. Thank you for reading!💝✨

#bridgerton #bridgerton season two #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton is a mess #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton au #edwina sharma #fanfiction #kate sharma #kate and anthony #kate sheffield #kanthony #kathani sharma #kathani bridgerton #kathani x anthony #bridgerton fandom #bridgerton books #bridgerton family #bridgerton fic #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton ff #netflix #netflix bridgerton #lady danbury #bossassbitch #edwina sheffield #mary sheffield #fanfic #bridgerton one shot #bridgerton season 2

[mortalfollies]

First Time Watches of 2023 (3/3)

SILENT NIGHT - The idea of a Christmas apocalypse film where everyone dies was immediately appealing to my mother and I because our family sucks. That Jojo Rabbit kid is fucking stellar, made me sob.

THE THING - practical effects 💖. Just such a solid film, again another tumblr recommendation I really wanted to tick off, the descent into distrust, the tension, the stakes, sexy Kurt Russell; yeah, 10/10.

LADYHAWKE - Everything about this was made for me except for that excruciatingly 80s score - get that sound outta here! Matthew Broderick is incredibly endearing as Phillipe “the mouse”, i absolutely adore him. The curse is brilliant - and hell, that scene with the transformation as they lie beside each other - MAN! I just wish that instead of telling us about the priest’s curse, and him summoning the devil or whatever, we’d been able to see it. Even if it had just been shadows on the wall, or a semi-animated sequence - would’ve added a little extra.

TREASURE PLANET - My friend Hannah had recommended this to me a decade ago and I’m very sorry it took a literal decade to get to it. The most I knew about Jim Hawkins was that people that made non/disney amvs back in the 2000s/2010s shipped him with Ariel, those Jelsa bitches don’t even know how bad it was. Anyway, this film was gorgeous, oh my god? And while I hate “I need a father figure” plots this one was well-written and genuinely moving. Great ensemble, tho the robot played by Martin Short feels unnecessarily jammed in.

THE LION IN WINTER - Numerous mutuals have posted about this; god, I’m so glad. This was another one I picked up a DVD of in my favourite antique place. KATHERINE HEPBURN. is everything. This whole thing was…insane…Shakespearean delivery for dialogue that is 90% fitting and then 10% bizarre. Timothy Dalton hot asf. Anthony Hopkins really using his eyes. All the Eleanor & Henry scenes are of course, absolute highlights - i love it when people just lie to each other, and between all of that, reveal their devastating truths - but what struck me most, and has stayed with me, is the three princes locked in the dark dungeon, reduced to little boys by the violent whims of their father & the schemes of their mother. a manipulator, a warrior, and, well, john, utterly powerless. Bizarre & entertaining.

THE BOY AND THE HERON - Saw this today, it was visually stunning; Mahito is a strong character and his VA is great; Mark Hamill delivers, but Christian Bale is wobbly, his accent fluctuating. The character of the Heron is a real highlight and wow, kudos to RPats. Love the world this film creates. Kiriko is my new fave ghibli woman. Dreamlike, mournful, fantastical, tugs on the heartstrings, enjoyable but actually made me appreciate Spirited Away more, which has never been one of my favourites but now I really wanna rewatch. Spoiler, btw, if you’re like that: when the tower started crumbling I started welling up because it just felt like a goodbye from Miyazaki, and I don’t even idolise him; it just really feels like his heart, and the heart of all the animators, was in this, and by god I appreciate that.

oh and a shout out to john wick 4, the peter cushing version of dracula, puss in boots the last wish & spiderverse 2, which were all pretty great! I have had a great time with movies this year.

#films #folly’s follies #yeah i copy pasted a couple of my letterboxed reviews thru out this #anyway! that’s my uh top 16 films of 2023 lol

[vro0m]

NGL the more I think the more the Anthony rumor sounds plausible. I just didn't get why Horner would lie unprovoked like this so I assumed someone from Lewis' team asked around about seats and contracts as is standard practice in any business but Lewis dismissing the claims so vehemently confused me. Maybe he's right, nobody from his team contacted RB, it was Anthony. Horner not specifically naming the representative despite being called out is sus in itself. His words, people around Lewis will naturally reach out, kinda points to someone who's not merely some rep. All due respect to Anthony but he has a history of meddling in Lewis' career, which led to their big fallout and created massive conflict in his family so I really hope this isn't the case.

Yeah that's exactly what I was saying.

It doesn't seem all that impossible to me and I feel like it could explain why there's this very weird misunderstanding where neither party is likely to flat out lie and make up things if they have absolutely zero basis to do so.

There's no proof of anything though so let's stay cautious. It's unlikely we'll ever hear the truth of it anyway.

#f1 #lewis hamilton #2023 #2023 abu dhabi gp #vro0m's asks

[hopepaigeturner]

🎄 Day 11: Date Night Box--Benophie

Set (as with Day 1 snippet) in 911 inspired fic I might do in the distant future.

OR

Benedict and Sophie have been finding COVID hard--what clever ideas do they think of to keep the love burning?

*~*~*~*~*~*

Benedict pressed the ‘join meeting’ button and Sophie popped up on the screen.

“Oh wow.”

“I thought you would appreciate it.”

Sophie spun around, the silver of her jumpsuit catching the light—just as it had done on their first date.

“Date night attire, for my favourite man,” she sat down, scooping her hair over one shoulder so that the tips rested against the very deep v-neckline.

“I think that jumpsuit was the singular reason I lost to you so many times at pool that night.”

“Oh really?”

“That or the conversation—can’t quite decide.”

“Good save Bridgerton.”

Benedict shrugged with a grin.

“Bridgerton charm.”

“Don’t I know it. Your turn.”

“Your favourite jumper of mine,” he pointed to the azure jumper that Sophie always said brought out the blue in his eyes, “shirt and proper black trousers.”

"Where are your glasses."

"I had contacts in due to a meeting today with the team."

"Pity. You know I did not think I could be more attracted to you after that first night of mindblowing--"

"Conversation?"

Sophie waggled her eyebrows.

"Indeed. But then you got out of bed and put glasses on. And boy..." she whistled low, "I was gone for you." Benedict chuckled. Sophie always tried to make him feel comfortable in glasses. “By the way, I love the socks,” she continued, picking up on his sicks that had Tom Bombadil on them.

“Why thank you—I could lie and say they were Greg’s but what the hell.”

“Atleast your socks match,” Sophie swung her feet up to show one pink fuzzy sock and another orange one.

“You need a pop of colour in an outfit like that.”

Sophie laughed and Benedict felt the final fizzles of stress release from him. Honestly, lockdown with five other siblings had its highlights, but it had forced Benedict even deeper into the mediator role he had inhabited post their father’s death.

“Did you get the package?” Sophie asked.

With a grin Benedict grabbed the cardboard box and went to shake it, “Wait—no!” Sophie cried. Benedict halted. “It’s a little delicate.”

“Alright, very mysterious…can I open it?”

“Well, duh, it is a date night box for a reason,” she chimed although he noticed that she was fiddling with her mother’s necklace.

These had been Sophie idea. A month into lockdown and after various phone and zoom calls ranging from giggly to steamy, Sophie had suggested having proper date nights. Each month they would take it in turn to prepare a little box of stuff for them to do, they would keep half the content for themselves and send the rest to the other. Then they would enact the date.

Sophie had started with a movie night box, which included tv-bingo for the shows they were binging (Downtown Abbey and Game of Thrones) as well as bizarre flavours of popcorn. Benedict then sent a challenge box that included ‘truth-or-dare’ jenga. Not only did this uncover the quirkier parts about each other, but also made his family and her friends experience a night they would never forget. One highlight? Sophie walking into her kitchen, while Kate and Anthony ate Chinese, opening the cupboard and downing hot sauce, putting the bottle back, quipping, then returning to Benedict without so much a curse.

This month was Sophie’s turn and the box had arrived last night. Thankfully he had beaten Hyacinth to it, as she normally snaffled up anything from that address just in case Anthony had sent her another letter.

When lockdown had been announced, Benedict had sat across from his mother and Anthony as the former indiscreetly hinted at who she wished to stay with her to catch up on ‘lost time’.  Benedict had taken one look at Antony’s terrified eyes and volunteered himself. To make ‘amends’ Anthony sent letters or little parcels—and always prioritised family game nights on zoom.

“Go on then—open it!” Sophie cried and Benedict scoured it open and peered inside. He grinned and lifted out the items; a couple varieties of fudge, a set of little paintbrushes, clay paints and some unglazed items—a mug and a fire truck.

Benedict looked up and found Sophie holding her own unglazed mug and a car—a rough imitation of her roadster.

“I know it’s a little bit mellow, but you sounded really stressed on the phone on Wednesday and I thought this might be nice to do while we vent.” The Wednesday in question had included a Hyacinth strop, Eloise finally snapping at Francesca’s piano playing, and the news that Colin had caught COVID in Bali. “I mean..if we don’t like it we could always do something else—”

“I love it,” he stated with a proper smile for the first time that day—the smile reserved for those he did not need to perform for. “I love you.”

Sophie blushed.

“Well, good, because I need you to teach me how to paint.”

“Sophie, you know how to paint.”

“Yeah, but I’m live-online with an artist right now—people pay money for an opportunity like this.”

Benedict laughed and his eyes wandered to Sophie who continued to babble while debating paint colours.

And as always, his heart settled. And as always, he thought.

We can get through anything.

*~*~*~*~*

I know, I know, not my best work for my favourite couple but I hoped you enjoyed it anyway!

#12 days of giftmas #bridgerton #benophie #modern au #911verse #date night #presents #cute romantic feels #couple's painting #covid romance #an offer from a gentleman #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #writing challenge

[kateandanthonyaremyparents]

For the anon that asked me to write some sweet kathony fluff for At Least I'm Trying; here it is:

related to this asks! Really hope you'll like it!

Violet, Anthony, Kate and their sons are on their way back home from a weekend long visit at the Duke and Duchess..

For the anon that asked me to write some sweet kathony fluff for At Least I'm Trying; here it is:

It is in moments like this where Anthony couldn't believe his luck. He's sitting in the carriage, his arm is wrapped around Kate and her head is resting on his shoulder; she's fast asleep. 

In front of them sit their sons. Little Miles is bouncing on his seat and Edmund tries to make him stop singing so loudly, to prevent him from waking up their mother.

Anthony has to hold back laughter, his youngest son isn't made for long rides and he's trying so hard to contain himself it's endearing. Therefore, he can't be mad, but his eldest son has a valid point; Kate's going to wake up if he continues, and God knows she needs her rest.

"Milo," he whispers, "Please lower your voice." He nods at Kate. "We don't want amma to get grumpy, huh?" He presses a kiss in her hair.

"No." Edmund says and he looks sternly at Miles. "Besides, amma looks so sweet when she's sleeping."

"Okay," Miles pouts but he sits up straight and looks through the window. "But at our next stop, can I switch to Granny Violet?"

"Me to!" Edmund forgets he was trying to stay silent, his voice gets all high and excited. "If Miles gets too, I'm coming with him!"

"Boys!" Anthony hisses, "Please!" He presses a finger against his lips.

Anthony feels his wife move in his arms. 

"Hmm.. I'm not sleeping." She mumbles. "I'm just so comfortable I was pretending to..."

Anthony laughs out loud, he's sure she did sleep, her little snoring gave her away.

"Did we here amma snore boys?" He winks at his sons. "We don't believe her, right?"

"No!" Miles shouts, "We've heard you."

"And I couldn't miss your voice." Kate lifts her head and stretches. "Papa, your child is also giving me a hard time." She frowns and softly caresses her round belly. "Every time those two," She amusingly points at the boys. "Are up to no good, she reacts." 

"My sweet girl," Anthony places his hand next to Kate's on her belly. "Already a little version of the most wonderful woman I know."

"Can she really hear us?" Edmund frowns. "Or are you telling lies again?"

"Edmund!" Anthony says indignant. "Excuse yourself."

Kate starts to smile, she knows her eldest son would never be mean or cheeky, he's just too honest.

"I didn't lie before Neddy, I just refrained the truth a bit."

"Ah." He nods and he's so much like his father when he does, Kate has to blink a few times.

"So the baby can really hear us?" Miles asks curiously. "How can you tell?"

"Come." Kate grabs his tiny hand. "Say something, and she most likely will respond."

"Hello?" Miles says with a tiny voice. "Can you hear me?"

They all hold their breaths but nothing happens.

Anthony sees his son is disappointed. "Maybe she's asleep."

"Yes, just like amma was before." Edmund says wisely. "Baby's sleep a lot, aunt Daphne told me."

"So we can't play with her? What are we supposed to do then?" Miles looks confused.

"You can read to her, or sing songs." Kate suggests.

"I hate singing! I don't like this…" Miles starts to get fidgety again. "When are we stopping so I can ask Granny Violet if we can sit with her?"

"You can't talk to our sister like that." Edmund is startled and pushes his brother away.

"Hey!" Miles does the same. "Don't touch me!"

Anthony opens his mouth to tell them to stop but before he can Kate shrieks loudly and he immediately feels why.

"Come! Boys!" She grabs both of their hands and places them where she feels the baby kicking. "She wants you both to stop fighting!"

"This is great!" Miles' eyes grow. "Does it hurt amma?" He asks, concerned. 

Kate shakes her head. "No, not this time."

"But sometimes?"

Kate now nods.

X

Some time later it's just the two of them. The boys got their way and the last part of the journey home they're riding with Violet. 

"What are we going to do when it turns out this is another boy?" His fingers caress her belly and Anthony blows a kiss on Kate's neck, she's curled up against him and the smell of lillies enters his nose.

"It's a girl, I assure you," Kate says softly. "So it won't be a problem."

"Okay." Anthony feels something flutter in his stomach, he wants a daughter so badly, he's almost too afraid to believe his wife. "I really hope you're right."

"I am." Kate yawns. "She's going to be perfect."

"Just like her mother," Anthony bends a little so he can kiss her lips. "I love you Kathani Bridgerton." He breathes against her mouth.

"I love you too." Another yawn escapes Kate's mouth when he's done kissing her.

"Go back to sleep." Anthony caresses her arm. "I'll hold you and keep you warm."

Kate wraps her legs over him and comes even closer. "You always do..."

#fluff #kathony #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #bridgerton #edmund bridgerton #miles bridgerton #asks #at least i'm trying

[masontalo]

«Bridge»

«under…»

A couple more days passed. It was the same cycle over and over again, but this time Vayt changed the way he was going home. He didn't want to go past that cafe just to avoid Anthony's eyes.

This time, Vayt just didn't want to stay outside too long, so right after work, Vayt sat in HIS apartment again. But surprisingly, it wasn't stoned. That surprised Vayt, but he was glad for it.

Sitting in his corner, he thought about it. So much so that he didn't notice him tugging on Vayt's sweatshirt at first.

- Vayt. - HE spoke in a quiet and soft voice.

Vayt looked up and asked:

- What? - in a disgruntled and even annoyed voice.

- The guys and I wanted to go for a walk today, do you want to come?

He rolled his eyes.

- What are you going to do there? Get high, drunk and fall asleep under a fence somewhere? - his voice, as always, sounded a little aggressive towards HIM.

- I, well... - HE couldn't lie, but he didn't have the strength to tell the truth.

Vayt took a deep breath. He was uncomfortable being alone in this house. He doesn't know what for or why, but he decided to answer.

- All right, I'll go.

A faint smile appeared on HIS face, and then he walked away silently.

Vayt pulled his knees to him and rested his head on them.

"Eight of spades, six of diamonds, ace of spades, jack of clubs." - He remembered the cards that stressed him the most. - "The jack of clubs. Who could it be?"

The thoughts didn't leave his head, only rarely interrupted by a headache. But this time his thoughts were short-lived, for Vayt was tugged again by the sweatshirt.

- Vayt, let's go. - HE said quietly.

Vayt, like an obedient dog, stood up and put his backpack on his shoulder.

It was already dark outside when all this group was walking in some direction. Vayt tried to get to the back of the group, but HE didn't let him, keeping Vayt closer to him.

It was already dark outside, the streetlights were burning, and there weren't many cars on the street, since most of the working population was already home.

They reached the edge of town and crossed a small bridge. Vayt stopped for a second and looked at the water flowing below. He hesitated, "hung back," but until he was called out:

- Vayt. - HE called out.

Vayt came to his senses without delay and caught up with them.

As they went under the bridge, Vayt felt cold. It was colder under the bridge than it was on the bridge. Or maybe he was just feeling sick again?

He sat as far away from them as possible.

"Why did I even agree to this?" - Vayt wondered.

At that time, they got everything they had: alcohol and marijuana. But the guy who put the vodka in Vayt's water had gotten some powder in a bag of drugs somewhere.

- Darren, we agreed we wouldn't use that. - HE said.

- Come on, it's no big deal. Just this once, - Darren replied.

- You do what you want, I'm not going to try it.

- Lavrin.

- NO!

"Fucking show." - Vayt thought to himself, barely keeping his tongue behind his teeth. He pulled his legs to him and dropped his head on them. - "You did something again without thinking."

#the jack of clubs #tjoc #how the cards fall #htcf #this is not romance #tinr #fanfiction #farz murphy #tinr farz #vayt black #htcf vayt #writer on tumblr