#anon 3

[theanontrain]

skullgirls is not a game, it's a people. the two people i know personally who draw fukua and peacock.

that's skullgirls 2nd encore to 3.

do i have to sign all my posts now that there are people using the anon train accounts again? i don't know half of you reading now.

[christowhore]

DO YOU KNOW ANY OTHER ANDY BARBER FICS OR WRITERS THAT WRITE FOR ANDY BARBER? !

here are a few andy barber fics that i have read, loved, and highly recommend ! (please make sure to comment and reblog the fics below, your interaction can go a long way)

summer fun - @serendipityrogers (nextdoorneighbor!andy)

angel sin cielo - @fairyevans (married!andy)

our little secret - @planetofawe (stepdad!andy)

secrets - @darlingsteve (dadsbestfriend!andy)

rosebud - @kthynes (husband!andy)

mexico - @simplystevies (bestfriendsdad!andy)

you and i both know - @worksby-d (dark!nextdoorneighbor!andy)

coffee shop romance - @just-one-ordinary-fangirl (divorced!andy)

do you dirty series - @balenciagabucky (married!andy)

habeas copulateus - @drabblewithfrannybarnes (husband!andy)

not the only one - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (dark!husband!andy ft. dark!jake jensen)

what a lie - @bemine-bucky (married!andy)

to be so loved through it all - @geniedetails (silverfox!andy)

loving you - @andysbubba (husband!andy)

empty threats - @thesummerpetrichor (stepdad!andy)

answer it - @afriendlyblackhottie (babydaddy!andy)

girl next door - @honeydulcewrites (nextdoorneighbor!andy)

at the edge of a precipice - @bluemusickid (husband!andy)

to bear witness - @peachyteabuck (dark!single!andy)

diving bell - @buckyownsmylife (dark!librarian!andy)

private eye - @queenoftheworldisdead (dark!married!andy)

one cup sugar, one cup spice - @avintagekiss24 (nextdoorneighbor!andy)

worry - @stuckymuse (husband!andy)

training - @infernal-fire (dark!boss!andy)

*works may contain mature content- 18+ only. please be respectful to the dark content creators. read all warnings carefully. viewer discretion is advised.

[oliverwoodmarrymepls]

Hey can you make one where reader and Oliver are together and the twins just teasing them

hello lovely anon! of course i can, but bare with me please, writing is hard

i hope you like it, sorry it took me so long <3

Oliver took his place next to you in the great hall, kissing your temple softly as he sat down. “Good practice?” You inquired as he took your hand in his own. He simply hummed in response before continuing. “I missed you though,” He added, leaning forward to trap your lips in a gentle kiss.

You giggled as he pulled away, both of you unable to wipe the smiles from your faces. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Fred queried, leaning into his twin. “I’d say so,” George replied, the same childish grin plastered on both of their faces. “Captain’s whipped!” they exclaimed as they chuckled. Oliver rolled his eyes, though his grip on your hand didn’t loosen, as he shifted slightly to face the pair. “I’ll have you know that I am not ‘whipped’ as you say.” He stated, quickly turning back to you.

“You know I don’t mean that though, right?” He whispered as he leaned into you, squeezing your hand ever so slightly as he worried that you may have take offence to his statement. Clearly he hadn’t whispered as quietly as intended since you could hear two familiar giggles echoing behind Oliver. You were the one to roll your eyes, this time, as you peered around the Scot.

“Have you got a problem with two people in love?” You asked bluntly, glaring at the twins, only getting a mere snicker from Fred. “Awww, you hear that Freddie? They’re in loooove,” George replied with a mocking tone, ignoring your question.

don’t mind me just tagging the lovely monique @velvetcloxds

[missluckycharms]

What is grief, if not love persevering?

Anon asked: heyyy! i love your writing sm💕 can you write angst please? make it hurt☹

Masterlist.

Summary: in which Harry is a single Dad due to losing his wife five years ago just shortly after their little love was born. Y/N has been there through it all. Harry has a rough night filled with whiskey and tears for his late wife.

A/N: this one is full of Angst and light hearted jokes to not get you too sad … sorry in advance, it’s a real tear jerker. Enjoy!!

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, talks of alcohol and drug abuse, talks of depression and very low mental health, curse words.

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Five years.

It’s been five years since the passing of Myla Styles, the woman who granted Harry a wish he always wanted, the woman who loved him beyond all the galaxies and the woman who never saw any wrong in anyone, not even the worst of people, she always used to say “deep down, their heart is just aching” and Harry always admired that about her, she always looked on the positive side of life.

She held that same attitude as he held her hand in the hospital room, her fragile and pale body laying on the white bed as she peered up at him, oxygen tube in her nostrils and too many machines to count hooked up to her body, she was a shell of a woman, but she still had a heart of gold, the same hear Harry fell in love with when they were sixteen years of age. He hated seeing her this way, especially when their nearly one week old baby was resting in his other arm, fast asleep as her Mum clung to every bit of life she had left, but not once did her smile fade.

It all happened so fast, one day she was pushing life into the world and eight days later her life was being taken out of this world. There was complications with birth, the doctors and nurses finding undiagnosed ovarian cancer in her ovaries when they had to send her in for an emergency c section. Myla confessed she felt off, her body didn’t feel right, but she knew if something was seriously wrong, she wouldn’t risk the life of her baby getting treatment, she would rather her baby live over her. Doctors and nurses tried their best, trying to refer her to new hospitals to get stronger chemo if she wanted, but Myla refused, she told them to let her go, she was tired and she couldn’t stick around long enough to see if these treatments would work — she knew she was dying but Harry refused to believe it.

The day she left, was the day Harry felt like his whole world stopped, like the curtains were shut and he was left in a dark room with no way out. He promised Myla he would do his best to take care of their love, who they named Honey. He was dealing with the loss, Honey taking his mind off it a little and giving him reasons to pull himself from bed even on the days when he wanted to lay around and wallow in his own darkness — she pulled him out of those days, but two months later it all came crashing down on top of him.

He slipped into a wrong mind set, immediately knowing that Honey had to be taken away from him because he was living in fear he would hurt her, one day he woke up and he looked at her and just cried, he held her and he felt nothing, he didn’t even sympathise with her when she would cry for food, he felt nothing towards Honey and this scared him, terribly. Anne, his Mum took Honey in, letting Harry to relax and blow off some steam and get some help, his and Myla’s family all agreeing and saying he needed help and it wasn’t something to be ashamed about — he just lost his wife, they can’t lose him either.

Harry took the wrong route of clearing his mind and getting help, he found his therapy at the end of a bottle and a line of cocaine. He slipped into an endless spiral of week long benders and debts for drug money along with risking losing his home due to him quitting his high up job at his Fathers Law firm, he completely crashed and burned, he couldn’t live without her, he couldn’t stop his mind racing and the only way for it all to stop, and let him feel numb — was when he was drunk and high, passing out in every room of his home and in his garden, the neighbours finding him sometimes in their yard in a mess. They were the ones who got him help, they called up his family and they all rushed him off in an ambulance to get him sober and conscious again. Here is where he made the decision to sign himself into rehab, accepting the help the hospital offered and a few months later, he was out and clean, he stayed with his Mum until Honey turned one and that was the year Harry found his smile again, found his life and purpose again.

Looking back now, he doesn’t know how he ever made himself believe it was Honeys fault Myla was no longer here, he doesn’t know how he’s even alive because of all the drugs and alcohol he ingested every single night for three months solid, but he knows why everything turned around, it was his Angel looking down on him, guiding him and kicking him in the ass to get up and look after their little love, just like she asked him to do before she left, always look after himself and Honey.

It’s been five years since her passing, Harry is doing better than ever, he started working for his Dad’s company again and now he’s the president of the law firm, alongside his Dad who is the CEO, Harry being second in command and then being the CEO when his Dad retires from the firm. They kept their family home, even if it was just the two of them, they loved the home and it still felt like Myla was living here, her makeup still tucked away in her unused vanity in Harrys bedroom and her favourite paintings still hung up around the home. Harry even hired a nanny, she has been working for him for two years now, she’s even working alongside Harry in his office being his receptionist during the day and she’s Honeys afternoon and night nanny when she’s done in work and Honey is home from school.

Y/N is Honeys nanny, she takes care of the little lady and feeds her daily, even taking her to the playground and to the movies when Honey asked her could she go. She would do anything for Honey and Honey loved her endlessly, she loved the way she would allow her to eat sneaky chocolate bars after dinner every now and then and how she would always play dollies with her, kneeling down on the floor of the den and playing with the small girl until they were both in fits of laughter. Harry also adored Y/N, her passion for her job at the law firm along with her passion for looking after Honey is something he admires, she never once complains about being exhausted even though he can tell when she is, she didn’t have to think twice when Harry offered her the job as Honeys nanny, she knew the little one from her being in the office every now and then, and Honey was instantly drawn to her, the way she was so kind and the way she cared for Honey.

Tonight is a hard night for Harry, it’s Myla’s death anniversary and he’s been having a bad day, his mind racing and his heart breaking all over again, but this time he’s stronger, he’s able to power through until he could be alone and just let his emotions go, have a glass of whiskey and just cry a little flipping through old photo albums — he does this every year on her anniversary. Honey is tucked up in bed and he’s sat alone in the den on the sofa, the photo albums on his lap and his hand clutching a small glass of whiskey as he sips on it flipping through many photos from their wedding and from when they were teens and drunk in love in high school — so many memories can be attached to one person, and Harry knew one day they would be memories, but he didn’t know it would be so soon.

“Honey is fast asleep, left her door cracked open so she can shout if she- Harry? Are you okay?” Y/N stops suddenly, her eyes landing on her boss who was hunched over a photo album on the sofa, curtains drawn and the only light coming from a lamp beside a framed wedding photo of him and Myla on the table by the sofa.

“Yeah, thanks for putting her to sleep” Harry says weakly, not turning around which alarms Y/N, she’s seen him like this last year, she let him be as she was only new to it, but this year she’s determined to sit with him all night if he needs — he needs to have some company.

“That’s you?” She asks sitting next to him, Harry not moving or telling her to leave, he accepts her company as she looks down at the photo his eyes are laid upon — two teenagers at a party.

“Yeah, m’hair was a curly mess” he says with a low laugh, looking over the photo of a seventeen year old version of himself, smiling cheekily clutching a red solo cup and Myla wrapped under his other arm holding him around his waist, both their smiles wide and cheeky and their cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol in their bodies.

“I think it looks cute, pitty it’s not as curly now” she says with a light laugh, watching as his ring clad fingers turn the page, taking a sip from his whiskey as he goes.

“This was our prom, she made me wear a pink fucking bow tie — absolutely hated it” he laughs, the crinkles by his eyes evident as Y/N laughs along, looking down at the curly headed teenager in a black suit, white shirt and a bright pink bow tie, matching Myla’s floor length dress next to him, a shawl over her shoulders matching as the corsage around her wrist match the pink of her dress also.

“She hated that dress a year later, she was packing up for college and I was helping her when she found it, immediately burst out laughing” he says laughing loudly, remembering back at the memory he has, Y/N beside him happy at how joyful he sounds speaking of the memories.

“Oh here we go, Frat boy Harry!” Y/N says with a loud laugh, pointing down at a shirtless twenty year old Harry, backwards cap on his head and “Myla’s Bitch!” Wrote on his stomach in paint, two beer bottles in his hands and Myla on his shoulders cheering with her hands up in a red bikini, matching his swimming trunks and baseball cap.

“Some of the best years of m’life, raging parties and no more curfews, we were two hormonal teens absolutely smitten for one another” he says shaking his head with a laugh, his eyes bright as he flicks them over the photos ranging from Harry dancing, Myla being pushed into the pool by him and Harry passed out with a mustache drawn on him with Myla next to him holding the marker with a bright smile mid laughter.

The book is filled with their college days, to their graduation day from college, their photo in their first apartment, Harry on his first day of work and Myla on hers. They took photos of small things, but at the time they meant the world to them, they were milestones in their lives and they never wanted to forget them. Harry is forever grateful that Myla had an obsession with photography, otherwise he wouldn’t have these to look back on and hopefully show Honey one day what her Mum was like, even if she’s drunk and half naked in some of them at college parties.

Harry and Y/N are in fits of laughter, tears falling from their faces as Harry explains every single memory behind each photo, one photo containing a memory of Myla at her bachelorette party, Harry coming out as a stripper and giving her a lap dance as she slaps his ass and throws money all over her husband — that one will definitely not be shown to Honey. Harry is like a whole different person when he speaks about her, his laugh becomes louder and his eyes become brighter, he even ditched his whiskey after one glass to speak about his late wife, Y/N looking at him with pure amazement and proudness of how far he’s come, how he pulled himself from a hard time and carried on life for the sake of his baby girl. He’s truly inspirational in her eyes.

“It should be easier than this by now, right? Like I shouldn’t be still grieving” he says when their laughs and stories come to a stop, their eyes hooded with sleep and faces hurting from laughing.

“What is grief, if not love persevering? You were both childhood sweethearts, you’ve loved her since you can remember and you always will, she’s your whole world, of course you’ll still grieve her, you still love her, and that’s okay” Y/N blurts out, her words quick as she blabs on while Harry watches her, a smile on his face as she explains and accepts his feelings.

“Never knew you were Shakespeare” is all he says, she rolls her eyes laughing, slapping his bicep a little as he shuts the album, tucking it away in the drawer again before turning his focus back onto Y/N beside him.

“Seriously though, never tell yourself you’ve been grieving for too long, it’s okay to grieve and cry yourself to sleep some nights, I get that, I do. You lost a person who made you who you are, but don’t forget, you still have a little one that will need you to be the person who makes her who she is”

Harry thinks she’s amazing, she’s smart and she’s so empathetic towards everyone and anyone. She has a heart of gold and she will never let anyone explain hers or anyone else’s feelings for them, she always allows people to express who they are, heck, one night she brought Harry to a gym after hours, explaining how her brother is a trainer there and he gave her the keys on the condition that she does his laundry for a month, she let Harry rage out and punch the shit out of a punching bag one night because he was so upset. She cheered him on and he was smiling as he was punching towards the end, she helped him release the emotions that built up and would of lead him back down a dark path.

She’s been an Angel sent from above, he knows Myla sent her to him because of how much they’re alike, Harry knows for sure they were sisters in a past life, their kind hearts and understanding natures alike but they have their differences, Myla was very out spoken and loved to party but Y/N is reserved and would rather stay inside with a hot chocolate and her crosswords while watching TV, but that’s another thing that Harry finds fascinating about her, she’s younger than him by eight years, when he was her age he was partying.

“Thank you Y/N, I needed this tonight” he says with a smile, her own smile on her face as she nods leaning over to rub her hand over his in a comforting manner, the pair looking at one another as they soak in their presences.

“It’s getting late, I should go” she says realising it’s nearly midnight, Harry and her need to be in work tomorrow morning and Harry has to wake up to get his little lady ready for school also. He gets a bit saddened when she says this, he secretly wants to hear more of her own college years and her own prom much like he told her earlier.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow” he says with a smile, watching as she gathers up her bag and throws it over her shoulder, car keys now in her hand as she smiles at him once more before heading for the den door. She pauses and looks back at him, his eyes meeting hers as they hold contact for a few seconds before she speaks up.

“See you tomorrow, Harry”

[kshira]

No thoughts only messy pussy job with Rindou, head very full 🥲

hi welcome back to my mind rotting of men; tonight i introduce rindou and a pussy job i had to google what this was beforehand

rindou wouldn’t like this at first, particularly for the fact he wants to be inside you but you digress. you’d straddle his lap, give him a show with rubbing your cunt across his warm cock—easy goes it, the boy will be handsy. slap his sticky fingers away and intertwine them together, coo in his ear how good he feels sliding between your wet folds, he’s on edge already, tsk. “but i wanna be inside you baby, pleeaaase” he draws out the last plea whimpering as your clit rubs against his cockhead. he throws his head back, hitting the wall and probably has a dull ache lingering in his head now but he couldn’t care less. you rock your hips again, rolling over his dick, the feel of his length twitching with the amount of your juices coating his cock. “ah, b-bout to—fuck!” he covers his face in embarrassment with his arm, pretty moans slipping from his lips when you swing your hips faster, your slick now painting his legs. rindou cries and begs when you motion your slick hole across his cock, twitching and shooting his load all over your cunt. rindou’s breaths are uneven, whimpering at the sensitivity while you still hump against him. “do it again please” he cries, tears pricking at his vision, and you do, the poor boy deserves it. <3

[thebookluvrr1816]

hi could you recommend some merthur fics please? (preferably long ones) im new to the fandom and i dont really know what to look for.. thanks <3

hello anon! omg I'm so glad you asked :) here's a list of my (long) personal favourites (make sure to check the ratings and warnings before reading!) :

ARTHUR RETURNS

And like the cycle of the year, we begin again 

 A Little Unsteady      

CANON ERA

Falconry (series)

Stars Above, Stones Below

We Can Always Run

 How To Love A Living Thing  (hurt / comfort)

 Onfindan  (magic reveal)

 The Crown of the Summer Court  (elves)

MODERN AU

 The Student Prince   (modern royalty / university)

 Pianos are made for Falling (you’ll need lots and lots of tissues for this)

 No Matter How Far Away You Roam (fake / pretend relationship & christmas fluff )

 The Raven (modern royalty / university)

The Most Important  (domestic FLUFF)

 All of This Was Only Coming Back to You  (break up & getting back together)

Just Have To Save The World (Back In A Minute)  (spy au / fluff)

 It's Nice to Finally Tweet You  (soulmate au)

 Not In This Land Alone  (modern royalty)

 The Practice Boyfriend  (fake / pretend relationship)

 Surf's Up  (surfing au)

 And This Is How I See You  (neighbors)

 Skipping Beats, Blushing Cheeks   (bookshop)

 Hear Your Heart Sing (Love, Love, Love) (office au / soulmates / christmas fluff)

 Two Weeks Notice (office au)

 Give the Dragon a Chili  (modern au with magic)

 Les Lettres Défi  (office au / anonymous penpals)

 What Isn’t Lost (My Memories Of You)  (amnesia)

I have many more favourites of course, but they are more on the shorter side, so I didn’t think of including them here :) (if you need more *specific* recs feel free to ask me!)

you can also check out the @merlinfic tumblr!!!! They have millions of amazing merthur fic recs and you can go through their easily navigable tag list right here :)

[always-andromeda]

Hi !! I absolutely love your blog and I would love Caramel Delight with Dano characters please!!!

Here’s a little bit about me;

I’m an artist, and i love music. I aspire to become an illustrator and i’m also super into photography and poetry. I love a ton of genres of music, such as 90’s grunge, 80’s new wave, alternative rock, and post punk !! I’m a bit into the alternative scene, i’m introverted (INFP), and i love collecting all sorts of trinkets of my interests (such as CDs, comics, and various figures!!:) I’m usually quiet but also very sensitive and anxious, i’m not the most outgoing person but i consider myself to be a great listener. I’m very shy/insecure around others and i’m a bit of a daydreamer who gets caught up in my thoughts most of the time.

Thank you so much and have an amazing day:))

Hello and hope you had a lovely Valentine's Day, friend!! And thank you so much for the love and support! Now, I have decided to pair you with Joby Taylor! If you've been on my page for any amount of time, y'all will know that I adore that man. So pairing him off is a huge deal and you can be sure that I feel very sure on this one! Let me explain myself.

Your interest in the alternative scene would set his alarm bells off immediately. Being a musician, he finds it so much more difficult to get along with people who aren't into it in a similar way to him. And, hey, if you collect CDs, I think he'd love comparing collections sometime. Sure, he'll judge the absolute hell out of your taste if it's not the exact same as him. But the second you start expressing hurt at his criticism, he'd sheepishly pull back, assuring you that he's just being an idiot. Because he really does want to know what you think, especially about music.

Now, one might think that your non-outgoing nature pitted against his...very outgoing personality would be a cause for conflict. But, if anything, I think that down to earth kind of disposition would be very grounding for him. He would also love getting you flustered with his more out of the box shows of affection. It would make him feel special, being able to be one of the only people who could have that effect on you so easily.

In the long run, he'd appreciate being able to form an intimate connection with someone that isn't built entirely around his rockstar persona. At the end of the day, he needs someone that he can simply be with. And I totally believe that he could just be with you, anon.

[pockcock]

i am such a trifling whore for zeke. especially soft and cuddly zeke. something about intimidating looking men acting so sweet 😢 anyway zeke feel free to churn my insides like butter and use me however whenever ☺️☺️‼️

soft!zeke always acts super intimidating around everyone; your friends, family, strangers and even fucking pets! his gaze is fixed on them, looking down on them as if he is a fucking emperor.

but he loves being the small spoon.

"Y/N?" he says, both of you're watching his comfort show, Hannibal. "Can we try that for breakfast?"

You rub his arms, giving butterfly kisses to his shoulders. "Without any human in it, why not?"

"Really?" You can hear the childlike shine in his voice. "Can we please make it tomorrow morning?" He turned his head to look at you, silver eyes pleading and shining with joy.

"Yes..." you say, smiling bright.

Rest of the night, he was in between your legs, his head on your chest and arms around your waist. Zeke loves sleeping on your chest (whether you have smol or big boobies), he loves listening to your heartbeat, he loves the feeling of him rising with every breath you take. He ESPECIALLY loves the feeling of your fingernails slowly roaming all over his scalp.

He loves you and he'll be the marshmallow for you.