Netflix: Were Swapping Geralt In Season 4.

Netflix: We’re swapping Geralt in season 4.

Henry: “I’m laying down my medallion and swords.”, but you’ll like new Geralt.

Liam: I’m happy to pick up your swords and medallion. I’ll do my best.

Me:

The Witcher and Henry Cavill Fandom:

Oh noooo

Part 5? They break up? Even after Pierres intervention?

Noooo

I need part 6 ASAP, you cant just post this, you can’t hurt me like this!!! I am too invested in thos Social media AU

Noe that I’m done having a breakdown, great storytelling, can’t wait to see more, you’re amaizing

I’m so glad you’re so invested in the story, I wish I could promise to post the next part as soon as possibile, but I know myself 🫣

Anyway they didn’t confirm the break up, so there is hope 😉

No Other Expectations - Max Wolfe Imagine (Gossip Girl)

Title: No Other Expectations

Pairing: Max Wolfe X Reader

Word Count: 1,752 words

Warning(s): anxiety, nudity (not explicitly stated, but implied), mention of sex/friends-with-benefits situation

Summary: Max and (Y/n) had an arrangement. (Y/n) decides that it's time to make some adjustments to that arrangement. All that was left was for Max to accept or reject those adjustments.

Author's Note: Shut up. Just shut up. I know. I don't want any judgement. It's my blog, I'll write whoever's characters I want.

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I never thought about all of the little habits that could crop up in a situation like the one that Max and I had found ourselves in.

Max had developed a little knock when he showed up. A pattern that I think he repeated more out of instinct than anything else. The same smirk would sit on his face as he did it. Always so confident.

I had developed this habit of following the same path down his neck as I kissed him. I'd start just at the curve of his jaw, find the skin just behind his ear, and then continue my trail down to the space just between his collarbones.

He always grabbed one of my arms by the wrist. He'd dig his nails into the skin or guide it along his body or bring it up to his mouth so he could trace the skin with his lips.

My personal favorite of these habits was one of Max's.

After we got done and each got cleaned up, Max would lie next to me for a little while. He claimed that he was just calming down before leaving, but I think he liked lying next to me. He liked having the attention without the sex getting in the way.

He would trace his fingertips along my skin.

Sometimes they would follow the line of my spine, gently tapping little rhythms into the skin. Or he'd trace my side, usually following every slight bend that was there, sometimes drawing small circles. Or he would carefully small shapes on my stomach or along my collarbones. His eyes would always follow his hand wherever it went.

These were the times when I felt like I saw beyond the mask that Max liked to put up in front of people. It was so rare, but I adored it.

It didn't take me long to crave seeing it more.

I craved more than Max in bed with me.

I ignored it at first, assuming it was my brain swimming in fresh hormones and chemicals. It would fade in time. I was certain of it.

But as we saw each other outside of my room, I found myself longing for him in more than a physical way. It was strange and new and scary.

So, I hid it. I hid every ounce of emotion that wanted me to grab his hand or kiss his forehead or go on normal dates with him or simply hold him with our clothes on.

But the more I hid it, the harder it fought to show itself.

I felt like I was suffocating. Every time his fingers brushed my skin, something would get caught in my throat. Like the words were trying to fight their way out.

So, I made a plan. I planned every single thing I was going to say. I practiced it. I had to be sure that I could say it in that voice that seemed to bring Max back to me whenever I wanted to make the first move. The confident and seductive part of myself that I hadn't become properly acquainted with before I had met him.

I sat up one night, forcing his hand to fall from where it had been blindly tracing circles and stars on my collarbone. I leaned against my headboard, looking down at him from where I was sitting.

"You alright," he asked.

"I want more," I said simply. He raised an eyebrow at me, smirking a bit. "Not like that. I want more out of this... thing."

Max pushed himself into a sitting position next to me, one hand on either side of my legs so he could properly look me in the eye.

"I want more than fucking."

His eyes widened a bit at my bluntness.

"If you don't that's fine, but I... I do."

I tried to play it so calm and cool and collected, but honestly, if he had refused, I think I would've cried myself to sleep.

"You say that like you know my answer," Max leaned forward a bit.

"I wasn't going to assume anything, but..."

"You don't know," he stopped me.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

He only smirked a bit more before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. One of his hands touched my leg gently as he leaned further forward in the hopes of guiding me onto my back.

I hummed into the kiss for a moment before leaning back. He tried to follow my lips, but I held my finger up, pressing against his chin just enough to stop him.

"You can't convince someone that you want more than fucking by fucking them," I said.

"What do you want from me then," he asked, running his hand up and down my arm as he leaned over to kiss my shoulder.

I took a deep breath. "Coffee."

He pulled away to look at me. His eyebrows were furrowed. I had to keep myself from chuckling at him. It was looking at a cat watching their owner eat or something. It was just... cute.

"Coffee," he repeated after a moment. "You want me to make you coffee?"

"No," I shook my head. "I want you to take me out to coffee. A date."

He just tilted his head at me.

"I want to meet in the morning for coffee, sit down with our drinks and talk about bullshit," I continued. "I want to talk about our favorite colors and what we think of the new album from whoever-the-fuck and I want you to hold my hand from across the table. And then, when we're done, I want you to walk me home, kiss me on the doorstep... and then walk away. Nothing more... no other expectations."

"Got the whole thing planned out, huh," he asked, his smirk returning to his face.

"I thought you'd appreciate it if I had all the answers," I shrugged.

He chuckled.

"9... tomorrow."

"And if I don't go?"

The idea made my chest tighten out of anxiety, but I tried to hide it. "Then, I know where we stand, don't I?"

He nodded before leaning forward to kiss me again. I entertained the kiss for a few moments, reaching out to touch his side as I leaned closer to him.

He leaned back before I could this time. He stood up and started pulling on his clothes.

"Are you gonna go," I asked after a moment of just admiring him.

He paused as he buttoned his shirt. "Yeah... text me where you wanna meet."

I tried to keep my smile from getting too wide. "Alright."

He left soon after, throwing a wink over his shoulder before he walked out of my room. I leaned back against my headboard, grinning to myself.

It felt silly to be so hopeful.

I felt something nagging at me for the rest of the night. Turning my stomach into knots and making me have to actively fight the urge to pick at my fingers in the hopes of relaxing. I needed to have more faith in him. I knew that. But that was a hard thing to force.

I spent most of that night tossing and turning in bed.

It's funny when you think about it.

He had been in my house, he had seen me naked more times than I cared to count, he had been with me already. Yet something so simple... something that should have no pressure in comparison... was the thing making me the most nervous.

I was early the next morning. Probably about thirty minutes, but I didn't want to check the time.

I sat at a table meant for two and waited. My eyes went from my fingers actively tapping on the table to the door. Sometimes it would creak open, and my head would jump up. It was never Max.

I didn't check the time until it read nine o'clock.

I felt that twisting in my stomach get stronger. Doubt creeping over me like a spider crawling up my spine.

No, I told myself. It would be fine. He cares about me. He'll show.

At around 9:15, I felt my hope dropping. It felt like everyone was staring at me. Feeling sorry for me. I couldn't blame them; I felt sorry for me too. I couldn't help it.

Had Max actually not shown up? Did he really lie to me about meeting me here?

I felt sick as I realized what had happened.

I stood up, trying to fight the churning of my stomach and the tears about to fill my eyes. My jaw clenched. Futile attempt, truly, but I could try.

I was just stepping away from the table when the door opened.

Max walked in. I froze where I was. Any confidence I had obtained last night when setting up this little date had gone entirely out the window since then, leaving me no way to cover my shocked look.

He looked around quickly before he spotted me. A kind of worried look turned into a smile as he walked over.

"Hey," he said, leaning over to kiss my cheek. In public. In front of people. "Sorry that I'm late. I didn't even think about how difficult this place could've been to find."

I couldn't speak, still stunned by not only the kiss on my cheek, but him showing up at all.

"Did you order," he asked.

It took me a second to quickly shake my head. He held out his hand.

"Come on," he pushed. "I'm buying."

I grinned before taking his hand. I relaxed immediately, leaning a bit closer to his side.

We were quiet until we made it to the table with our drinks. Max kept a hold of my hand. I bit my lip, trying to avoid smiling like an idiot at our hands.

"So," Max said, causing me to look at him. "What's your favorite color?"

I rolled my eyes at him.

It was a nice date. It was nice being able to just talk to him with no pressure. I didn't need to be seductive or charming. I was just... comfortable. I rambled more. Smiled more.

He smiled more too. A genuine smile. Not the normal smirk that rested on his face. A calm grin as he spoke and listened to me.

At the end of the date, Max walked me to my door.

He kissed me gently on my doorstep.

And he walked away... no other expectations.

Just as we planned it.

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Actress!y/n Talking About Harry in Interviews Over the Years (2014-2017)

A/n: before committing into writing 2014 til 2023 I want to see you guys opinion, and I just watched a bunch of interviews to get ideas from. Just as a career background for the reader: She’s a former Disney Channel star, from the Miley, Selena, Demi, Jonas Brothers generation, she went into Hunger Games to solidify herself, before going for more Award bait movies and a musical career. She won Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress in 2016 and Best Actress in 2017, this has happened before once at the Academy Awards, Tom Hanks if I am not mistaken.

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The Ellen DeGeneres Show, Oct, 2014:

“And we are back with Y/n Y/l/n.” Ellen said to the audience before turning back to the young artist sitting in her couch. “So, you’re single…”

The people cheered in the audience.

“I like how you say this and it isn’t even a question.”Y/n joked looking a the people in the audience, making everyone laugh, including the presenter, who laughed a little embarrassed by the misstep. “But, yeah, I’am single and ready to mingle.”

“So just to clear up rumours: you aren’t hooking up with your hunk of a co-star?”the blonde joked, keeping up with the young woman sarcasm and good humor. 

“Which one? You have to be specific here, I literally have a lot of male co-star, but as a personal rule, I don’t date them… or hook up.” The young actress clarified, looking at Ellen and them the public. “But I specially don’t hook up with guys in relationships, that’s really trash person behavior.”The girl’s response was applauded by the women in the audience. “Thank you, thank you,”She said seriously, signaling them to calm down, “don’t go applauding me for not doing something I wouldn’t want done to me.”

Which generated a new wave of applause.

“Now, calm down guys, we have a game to play” Ellen asked the audience, waiting for the noise in the studio to subside before turning to the guest in the couch, “So, you’re single, and ready to mingle, so we’re going to play a game, so I can get to know your type, and perhaps help you find love, and end your loneliness.” The presenter said looking at Y/n while ‘Who’d You Rather?’ appeared on the back screen. “It’s a little game of Who’d You Rather? We are going to put two pictures in the screen and you’re going to choose one guy over the other.”

“O-kay.”he young actress agreed, looking to the screen 

“Perfect, let’s start with two people, Nick Jonas or Harry Styles?”The host asked as pictures of the two man showed up in the screen.

Y/n looks pointedly at Ellen, who’s hiding a little smile while looking straight to the young artist.

“I’ve been really enjoying Nick Jonas’s music, ‘Chains’ is just so sexy, and ‘Jealous’ is kinda of sexy and funny, and I totally see his appeal…”

“I am feeling a ‘but’”Ellen interrupted her.

Y/n paused for a moment amid the crowd cheering, laughing at they enthusiasm. “But, I don’t know Nick Jonas, and I kinda of know Mr.Styles…”The crowd went crazy with her declaring to know the One Direction singer. “Harry is such a nice guy, very polite.”

“So, Harry Styles, because he’s polite?”Ellen asked her with that knowing smile.

Y/n just hided her face with one hand, the blonde was doing that on purpose, probably with her boyfriend’s blessing to torture her in national television.

She just nodded in agreement without taking her face off her hand.

“Okay, so Harry Styles or Michael B Jordan?”Ellen asked, seeming to be having the time of her life.

Y/n raised her face, looking at the two pictures.

“I mean…”The young woman put a finger in her lower lip, arching her eyebrow towards the audience. “Gosh, this is tough, but I am nothing if not constant, so I will keep Mr.Styles.”

“Harry Styles or Zac Efron?”

“I don’t feel like Zac is age appropriated for me, so I will keep Mr.Styles.”She knew that Harry was probably having a lot of fun in her dressing room.

“You know this is only a pretend game, right?”The presenter asked, making even Y/n break character. “Harry Styles or Bruno Mars?”

“Bruno is a very talented man, but I will keep my answer, I feel like he’s a little older for me, different phases, while Harry and I are around the same age, so, let’s keep Mr.Styles.”She shrugged.

“Harry Styles or John Meyer?” Ellen asked.

“Give me some Harry Styles.” She didn’t even had to ponder her answer, the whole world probably knew already that John Meyer was a walking red-flag.

“Harry Styles or Jake Gyllenhaal?”

“Jake is hot, I had a major crush a few years back, but that had been said, I got over it, and I will keep Mr.Styles.”The young woman said without taking her eyes off the hem of her Oscar de la Renta dress.

“Harry Styles or Calvin Harris?”

“You know, I am starting to think that you took those guys from a Taylor Swift’s exes list.” The actress commented, making the audience go wild as Ellen laughed. “That said, Calvin Harris is Taylor Swift’s boyfriend, so I kinda of feel obligated to choose Mr.Styles.”

“I’s not because you want to choose Harry…”Y/n hated he cynical smile in Ellen’s face.

“Noooo-no-noo-no.” The actress denied hilariously. “I’am a respectful girl, I don’t want other girl’s man, and that’s why I’am keeping Harry Styles.”

“Perfect.” Ellen said still smiling, “Yeah, Harry Styles or Jared Leto?”

“Wouldn’t it be fun, if I came the whole game with Harry just to switch him for Jared Leto?”She asked, knowing the uproar it would cause. “Jared is so handsome, so very talented, he’s vegan… but like, he’s in his forties, kinda of my mom’s age, it would be weird, so let’s keep Harry.”Not even Ellen was been able to keep a straight face anymore. “I mean, we came all this way, I feel like settling for Harry.”

“I think you’re one of the few twenty-years old that would ever say that.” Ellen said, making Y/n laugh, the two looked at the screen expecting the next guy, only to have Harry photo single out in the middle of the screen. “Looks like we have a winner, Mr. Harry Styles, wouldn’t it be funny if he was backstage?”

The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, Nov, 2015

“You’ve had quite the year, you released a album, that it’s absolutely amazing and is at the top of every chart, and you starred in three fantastic movies this year: Cinderella, Carol and The Hunger Games Mockingjay Part II, which by the way is premiering tomorrow…” Jimmy Fallon said to the cheering of the audience.

“Yeah, feels like the end of a era.” Y/n said with a bright smile, crossing her legs and resting one elbow on the support of the armchair.

“This is the last installment in the franchise, it must be quite a special premiere,” Jimmy said. “early this year, during Cinderella’s London premiere you had a very special guest at the red carpet with you, are you bringing him again for this premiere, or that was a one time only thing? Are you guys still friends?” He joked using the term the actress herself had used before when referring to hers and Harry’s relationship.

The actress blushed a little, a shy smile on her face as the audience cheered.

“We’re still great friends, the closest…” the young woman said full of innuendos as Jimmy smiled wildly. “You know, I actually didn’t know he was coming to the Cinderella UK premiere till I was ready to leave the hotel.” She told he host. “He was supposed to be on a plane to South Africa, where he had a show the very next day.”

“He surprised you?” Jimmy asked, clearly pleased that the private young actress was opening up, for the very first time, about her very private relationship at his show. “And for those in the audience who doesn’t know, ‘he’ is the One Direction’s heartthrob, Harry Styles.”

The female in the audience went wild to the mere mention of his name.

“He did, I had invited him, because we were in that point of our relationship where we decided to be less secretive, so I was attending every show of his that my schedule allowed, trying to be a supportive girlfriend.” She explained, smiling when thinking about her handsome boyfriend. “At that point so far, his tour schedule hadn’t allowed him to go to my premieres, and then he surprised me, he was waiting for me inside the car, my sister slash assistant helped him.” The audience once again went crazy.

“Is he coming with you tomorrow?”

“He is, he had  last minute suit fitting today, it’s so amazing to be able to bring him with me,”Y/n admitted with a smile. “since the band went in a break, we’ve been able to spend so much time together, no more tour for a while.”

“How long have you guys been together? If you don’t mind me asking?” Jimmy was leaning slightly over the table, his body directed towards her.

“Sometime.”She replied vaguely, with a mysterious smile. “Longer than most people imagine, thats for sure.”

The Jimmy Kimmel Live!, March, 2016.

“Congrats on a very successful Award Season, I think you kind of won every award out there, you won the Academy Award of Best Supportive Actress for Carol, the Golden Globes, Cannes back in may, you just won five Grammy’s for your first album, Y/n Y/l/n I” The host said as soon as they’re both seated. “And, last but not least congratulations on your marriage.” He gave emphases to the word ‘wedding’. 

In what became a viral moment, Y/n Y/l/n had thanked her husband ‘H’ for being ‘just the most supportive and amazing hubby’

“When did you guys get married?”Kimmel asked. “We see each other all the time, I feel like this is the kind of thing you tell your neighbor, am I getting a new neighbor, are you guys moving out…?Honestly I am kind of hurt I wasn’t invited.”

“Thank you.”Y/n said with a polite. “Don’t feel hurt, the only people invited was our parents and sisters, we had a civil ceremony back in December in England, we didn’t want to wait, but we’re planning a bigger ceremony sometime this year or the next.”She clarified.

“Did you change your last name?”

“I did, legally I am Mrs. Harry Styles, but professionally I am still going to be Y/n Y/l/n.”

The Ellen DeGeneres’s Show, Dec, 2016.

“Congratulations.” Ellen said pointing at her belly. “Last time you’re on the show you had just got married, and won a Academy Award for Carol, I wasn’t able to attend your wedding, because you guys decided to get married in Italy…”

“But I send you and Portia your gift basket.” Y/n interrupted, smiling at the memory of their idyllic wedding at their Italian villa back in May.

“And we loved it, thank you, it was very nice of you and Harry.” The host said as a picture of the basket was shown on the screen behind them, Y/n handwritten note for all to see. “So, you won a Oscar, you won five Grammys, you got married, La La Land went amazing in Cannes, and now your having a little baby, I remember the first time you told me about you and Harry, back in 2014, you’re here for a interview about The Hunger Games and he tagged along…”

“You made me play ‘Who’d You Rather?’ and he was in the dressing room having the time of his life…”

“Yeah, well, I was having fun too.” Ellen admitted making the audience laugh. “Back then it was all very secretive, so I didn’t ask you, but Harry was here later with 1D, and he didn’t get into much detail, but he said you guys were set up on a blind date.”

“Hold up.”Y/n raised her hand. “Did he actually said ‘WE’? Because recollections may vary.” The actress said with humor. “IF memory serves me right, I was basically ambushed into a blind date with him, he actually ASKED our mutual friend to set us up after he found out she knew me, and then my sister in law waited until after we announced we are having a baby to tell me that Harry had a crush on me since 2006, and he basically had a poster of Rosie Lewis, my Disney Channel character, on his childhood bedroom and…”The audience starts to laugh. “Hold on guys, and apparently he told Gem, my sister in law: you don’t believe me now, but we are soul mates, one day I am going to marry that girl.” 

“And you didn’t run for the hill? It’s kinda of creepy.” 

“It’s…”The actress seemed a little at loss of word in how o defend her husband, but kept a amused smile on her face. “I think is kind of cute, is a little creepy, sure, but it’s nice to know he was crazy about me since forever and that I was his celebrity crush.” She said to the ‘awn’ of the audience. “I mean, I always thought it wold be some thirty-something year old cougar, 

 The Late Late Night Show with James Corden, Aug, 2017

 “Oh, My Gosh! This is absolutely disgusting.” Y/n said looking at all the smelly disgusting food in front of her. 

“I know!”James said in pure joy. “You go first. To eat, I’m going to give you a little cod sperm.” He turned the table until he dish was in front of he, he took the card with the questions and laugh. “Y/n, your husband, Harry Styles, was part of one of the world’s biggest boybands, One Direction, list the boys from your favorite to your least favorite, vocally.”

Y/n was silent for a second, only looking at James with half-closed eyes, she speared the cod fish sperm with her fork, lifting i in the air, causing the audience to react.

“There is no way I am eating this.” The artist said, putting it down, she rests her elbows on the table and intertwined her fingers. “I don’t think it is really hard to answer this.” She rested her chin on her fingers, looking defiantly at a shocked James. “My question is: to rank the five boys or minus Zayn?”

“Let’s do it minus Zayn.”The host said. “Are you really going to answer it?”

“I am not eating it. So… H first, I feel that he was the one with the strongest vocals, Niall, because he has this really lovely voice, Liam and then Louis.”

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“I’am giving you the bull penis now.” Said James. “Y/n, rank those Harry Styles hair style’s”

The man proceeded to show her three pictures, one of 2011 baby!Harry, in all his preppy glory and curls, 

2015 longhair!Harry and 2017 Dunkirk!Harry.

“I mean…”The artist sighed. “Long hair Harry was the H I started to date, so sexy, looks like a bad boy but it is actually a pretty shy guy, that hair makes me feel things, so I will say that this one is my favorite.”

“I honestly found it disturbing to hear you speaking of him like that.”James said seriously, making the audience laugh. 

“Stop James, this is a serious matter, short hair Harry, which is his Dunkirk haircut, by the way, is also very hot, he’s in a suits phase and all those silk shirts, and it’s just so very ‘daddy’ you know, he’s just lucky to no longer have that long hair, because Atticus is just in that phase that he is happy to push things.” She laughed seeing James shaking his head with eyes closed as the audience cheered.

“I honestly will never be able to erase you calling Harry ‘daddy’”

“But he is, we have a son together James, get over it, Harry is a daddy, I call him daddy all the time,” She picked the picture of her husband, showing it to James, “just look at him, he’s such a DILF, who wouldn’t want to call him daddy?”

The host hided his face behind baby!Harry picture.

“Y/n I don’t need the specifics just the ranking.”

“But I don’t want to hurt my husbands feelings about his hair choices, you put yourself in this situation James, you said: do you want to play a really fun game?”Y/n said with a mischievous smile. “It isn’t that funny anymore is it? Moving on. So, baby!harry, he looks cute, I think 2011 Y/n would totally have a crush on him too.”

“So your ranking is Long hair, short hair and baby Harry?”asked James.

“Yeah.”Y/n agreed, “I honestly would fu** him in all those hairstyles, he’s just so dreamy, you know what I mean?”

Levitating

Summery: You are Charles’ celebrity crush… or are you?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader. (This has nothing to do with my Smau series… it’s just a one shot I couldn’t stop thinking about)

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