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Now that that's over with, hi! Nice to meet ya, welcome to the chaos. The main side who runs this blog is Manik, he's an Angel Dust fictive from Hazbin Hotel and goes by any pronouns :) He's our front anchor and host, and we rely on him for a lot of stability in the system. Another host we have is Kringe, although he's mostly in co-con, he may fuck around here sometimes tho!
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it must be ah xu, who has a slim waist and long legs, and is both harsh and softhearted!
#Word of Honor#WoH#Shan he ling#SHL#Wenzhou#TYK#Tian ya ke#Zhou Zishu#Wen Kexing#ZZS#WKX#kitkatart#my art#finally tried to draw him!!#god he's so pretty#half of this was just me collecting pics of him for reference and sending them to my friend like#!! how is he so pretty!! and perfect??#and her patiently going 'how dare he' lol#the file name for this may or may not be 'laopo'...#he's so pretty and handsome and soft!#i can only home to capture even a little of his beauty#i feel like he's really hard to draw?#he just has such a presence that's hard to capture#plus i think his skin and his clothing is more cool toned and i generally use more warm toned colors#anyway! here is he!#in this house we love and respect zhou zishu#i think i actually love him even more after my second rewatch of the series#no song linked bc all i can think of still is their concert performances + zzh singing falling leaves return to roots during the singing gam#*game#wow there are so many typos in the tags lol
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communal property [pt. 1] ///
Ushijima x f!Reader x Tendou (18+)
Summary: Tendou shares everything with Ushijima—his food, his dorm room, even the AVs he likes. Why not his girlfriend, too? [Part 2]
A/N: The ‘you deserve two boyfriends’ meme but make it college AU. Y'all don’t even know how excited I got about this…it’s embarrassing…but ngl this is the good kush 😌
Tags/warnings: college AU, baby’s first poly relationship, soft??, exhibitionism, Tendou is a tiny bit shady with that sharing is caring mentality
They really do share everything, so you guess it makes sense that they end up sharing you.
At first—meaning, when you first start dating Tendou and Ushijima is just his intimidatingly hot roommate who seems like he’s constantly glaring at everyone—you think it’s weird. They have the same major and every semester when they enroll, Tendou plans their schedules so they can take at least half of their classes together. He texts Ushijima to set up times for lunch and dinner so they can eat in the cafeteria together, they meet up to walk to volleyball practice together, and (even before Tendou brings up the poly thing) Ushijima’s usually around when you’re with him.
They share stuff, too, not just their schedules. Their dorm suite (which is about 10 times nicer than the regular rooms on the same floor—it’s student athlete privilege, and yes, you’re bitter about it) is littered with items that always seem to fall under collective ownership. Boxes of energy bars and whey protein powder lining up the walls in neat stacks; medals and trophies and flags from high school volleyball; the singular bottle of body wash and the accompanying 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner they keep in their bathroom—all of it belongs to both of them. You ask Ushijima once if there’s anything he wouldn’t share with Tendou, and he has to think for a while before answering.
“My toothbrush,” he says seriously. “But if he asked, I would let him use it.”
They’re close enough to the same size that they can share clothes sometimes, and since they have a single closet with no system of organization, it’s really hard to tell whose is whose. This gets you in trouble when you start dating Tendou—if you think about it, it might be the reason the three of you ended up together in the first place.
The jersey incident, as you refer to it in your mind later on, occurs a few weeks into your relationship, when Tendou’s at an away game for the weekend and he leaves you a voicemail telling you he misses you. Everything’s new and shiny and you like hearing that he hates having to be away from you, so you dig his old high school jersey out of the back of his closet for the sole purpose of taking a racy pic to send to him. It’s gigantic on you—figures, since Tendou is stupid tall for some reason—but you tie up the hem under your tits and let it slip off of your bare shoulders and the effect is pretty cute.
And hey, you figure you may as well go all the way and dress up to cheer your boyfriend on, so you beg your roommate to let you borrow the ‘slutty cheerleader’ costume she wore on Halloween: itty bitty pleated white skirt, thigh high socks, hair tied up in pigtails and sparkly white pom-poms to complete the look. You put your camera on auto-timer and take way too many pictures, and when you’re decently satisfied with the results, you send them to Tendou along with your usual good luck, I’m cheering for you! text before the game.
It takes him about one minute to respond.
> holy fuck (y/n)
> jesus
> r u trying to make me cum in my fucking pants
> Attachment: 1 image
It’s a blurry selfie of him in his team uniform, substantial dick print clearly visible through the shorts. You flush, grin, and preen at your ability to give your boyfriend a hard-on from hundreds of miles away without even showing that much.
Unfortunately, that’s not all.
> where did u even get that shirt? u know its wakatoshis not mine right lol
< Wait, are you joking? you ask back, horror dawning on you as you twist around in front of a mirror to check the number on the back. Did you actually just send your boyfriend a sexy picture wearing his roommate’s shirt? You don’t want to believe it, but sure enough the back of the jersey reads SHIRATORIZAWA 1. You may be clueless when it comes to volleyball, but you’re pretty certain that 1 is the captain’s number, and Tendou was not the captain of his high school team. Shit!
> ya lmao mines at home, thats definitely wakatoshis
< OMG no!!! please don’t tell him 😰 You immediately pull the jersey off and bury your face in your pillow as your roommate looks on curiously. Knowing Tendou, you’re never going to live this down.
> dw abt it
> he thinks its hot lol
You can actually feel the blood draining out of your face. < WHAT!! You showed it to him???
> hes sitting right next to me😂😂 dont be mad please baby
< I hate you so much Tendou I’m seriously going to kill you
> wakatoshi looks all flustered, wanna see?
< No I hate you
Tendou sends the picture anyway. Ushijima does not look flustered in the least. He looks as serious and vaguely annoyed as he does every time you see him, and all you can think about is the fact that your boyfriend’s best friend saw you wearing that stupid cheerleading outfit and his old jersey and he probably thinks you’re a moron.
You refuse to answer any of Tendou’s texts until he comes back and apologizes sincerely. You can’t look Ushijima in the eye for way too long. And despite many requests, you absolutely do not let Tendou fuck you in the cheerleader costume.
Weeks later—ages—you’re sitting one of the dryers in the laundry room quizzing Ushijima on terms for your upcoming biochem test while he folds his clothes, and you lose your train of thought when you see the accursed Shiratorizawa jersey in his hands. You’ve always felt awkward over that stupid photo, but you decide now is as good a time as any to get it out in the open and lighten the mood.
“Hey, do you remember that time I thought that was Tendou’s? You know, when I…sent him that picture… He said you might’ve seen it by accident.” Your voice trails off, but you’re impressed at how well you’re faking nonchalance.
The dryer churns under your thighs and somewhere behind you there’s another student humming Kendrick while they fold their clothes. You keep your gaze firmly glued to the flashcards you’re going through so you don’t have to make eye contact, but out of the corner of your eye you can see Ushijima stop folding the jersey and look up at you. “Ah… Tendou showed it to me.”
That little shit. “Yeah, sorry about that. I was kinda hoping you’d forgotten by now.”
“I didn’t.”
His voice is closer than you thought and you look up reflexively. Ushijima is standing in front of you. He’s so big, you think despite the fact that this is not exactly a revelation (honestly, you think it every time you see him). His face looks the same as usual, but there’s a charge in the air. Some kind of tension, the kind you’re used to in different contexts but you barely recognize here because Ushijima is your boyfriend’s roommate.
You know you look like a mess (it’s midterm season and you’re too busy to do your own laundry) and the only reason you’re even here is that you and Ushijima are in the same biochem section and he is 100% definitely going to fail without your help, but somehow all of that falls away and you don’t feel like you’re sitting in the basement laundry room with ugly fluorescent lights flickering above you and half a dozen other students milling around. The way Ushijima is looking at you isn’t the way a guy looks at ‘some girl who’s dating his friend’ or whatever.
“I’m not going to forget,” he continues.
He’s watching you like instead of sitting on a dryer in sweats and a dingy old camp t-shirt, you’re wearing the same slutty cheerleader costume from the photo: made up like a beauty queen, pom-poms in hand, tits pushed up against the loose fabric of the jersey you’re wearing that’s about half a second away from falling off entirely. His jersey. Ushijima’s eyes move over you and you have to fold your legs and for some reason the thought crosses your mind that he’s about to kiss you, and no, of course that doesn’t make sense, but as soon as you think it you can’t stop thinking about it.
He’s going to kiss you. He’s going to kiss you. Ushijima’s going to kiss you.
He reaches forward and you shy away at the last second—only to feel like an world-class idiot once again when his hand closes around the stack of index cards at your side. “Heterotroph hypothesis,” he says flatly.
You breathe out a quick sigh, trying to feel relieved and not the tiniest bit let down. “Uhh…early life forms—something about the first life form, right? They couldn’t produce their own food, so they were heterotrophs…”
Ushijima flips the card around to read the back. “Correct.” And that’s that.
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You didn’t start going out with Tendou thinking that you’d end up in a throuple with the two stars of your college’s volleyball team, but honestly, it’s not like there aren’t signs.
The jersey incident is the first, unless you count the fact that most of the stuff Tendou invites you to do is stuff he’s already doing with Ushijima. Late night study date at the library? You show up and Tendou’s there with Ushijima already, the two of them claiming an entire 6-person table with their papers strewn out everywhere, disagreeing about the meaning of one of the practice exam answers (they’re usually both wrong). Coffee date before class? Tendou’s late, but it’s cool because you can tell he literally sprinted to meet you at your favorite bench on campus, bringing with him you the iced coffee you asked for along with his ever-present roommate. It takes some getting used to, but you like Ushijima so you don’t mind.
Sometimes you think it’s weird that they’re friends. Other than being tall and playing volleyball, they really don’t have much in common. Ushijima has to be the polar opposite of your goofy, cheerful boyfriend, who can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life…then again, maybe that’s why they’re so close? You know through Tendou that there are a lot of people on the team who respect Ushijima, but it seems like it’d be hard to develop an actual friendship with the guy. Figures that Tendou—who doesn’t give up when he’s interested in someone, as you can attest to firsthand—would be Ushijima’s closest and oldest friend.
They’re not all different, though. You discover a third similarity between the two of them when you go to their first home game and see them really play for the first time: talent. It’s crazy—you’ve never been into sports, but you don’t need to be to see how good they are at what they do. The ball moves so fast you barely understand what’s going on, but there’s no mistaking how often the announcer says each of their names as they score point after point after point.
You learn a lot of things at that match: what a ‘guess blocker’ is, what Tendou’s face looks like when he scores (it’s pretty similar to his sex face—is that weird or cute??), and that Ushijima is one of the best spikers in Japan. The way he slams the ball down into the opposing team’s court doesn’t even look real sometimes. You keep wondering if the volleyball is going to pop like a balloon under the force of his hand.
After the match, your voice is hoarse from screaming but you still manage to yell congratulations for your boyfriend when you meet him and Ushijima leaving the locker room in the stadium. You’re still pumped on the adrenaline of the game, so you don’t even protest like you usually would when Tendou picks you up in the middle of your hug and lifts you off the ground effortlessly. “How was I? Awesome, right? I told you we would beat them!”
“You did, you so did—“ Even though your throat hurts, you can’t help gushing about every rally, every soul-crushing block, every impossible spike. “—and then the guy on the left thought he was clear to shoot it but you just—“ You throw your arms in the air and mime hitting the ball down like a blocker. “Wha-bam!—and the look on his face, I thought he was going to punch you!”
Tendou laughs and lays a sloppy kiss on your cheek, just as thrilled as you are by the win. “You really liked it that much? I thought you weren’t into sports.”
“I loved it! You were so cool! I can’t believe I’m dating someone so cool!” You wrap your legs around his back and hug his face close to yours, reveling in the fact that this weirdo belongs to you wholly and entirely, that you get to have him to yourself (well, other than his roommate). “And I’m not into sports, I’m into you.”
Tendou smiles in a way that makes the sides of his eyes crinkle up and little red patches bloom over his cheeks, a look that says, I like you so much (Y/N), I like you I like you I like you, except he’s probably trying not to be mushy like that since Ushijima is standing off to the side.
You feel a little bad for ignoring him (no one likes being the third wheel, even if he never seems to care) so when Tendou sets you down you turn to Ushijima. “And you! Holy shit, Tendou said you were good, but I didn’t know you were that good. It was super loud when you hit the ball—wait, are your hands okay? If I hit something that hard I’d probably break a finger.”
“My hands are fine…this is normal for me.”
But just because you’ve got them here in front of you and you’re still pumped from the exhilaration of the win, you can’t help grabbing Ushijima’s hand and flipping it palm-up to inspect. True to his word, there’s no redness, just the calluses he’s built up on his long fingers. “Wow.”
“You don’t need to worry about Wakatoshi,” Tendou tells you, grinning and then making a face. “He’s a monster, he can handle it.”
“No kidding. You’re both monsters.” You put the base of your palm up against Ushijima’s to gauge the size of his hand against yours, and without prompting Tendou grabs your other hand to press against his own. Tendou’s fingers are a bit longer, but Ushijima’s are…thicker, more solid. Your hands look like a little kid’s in comparison. “Can I be honest? Half the time I was thinking I actually feel bad for the other team. If I had to take on both of you at the same time, I’d probably cry.”
You’re (mostly) joking, but it’s still a complete shock when you see the side of Ushijima’s mouth curl up a tiny bit. You’ve known each other for months at this point, but you’ve never seen him smile until now. Half of you is wondering if this is some kind of optical illusion caused by the atmosphere and the dim light of the stadium cutting through the evening, but the other half of you enjoys it. You made him smile!
“Don’t sell yourself short, (Y/N).” Ushijima says, tipping his head to the side.
“Yeah…” Tendou chimes in, resting his chin on top of your head and folding his arms around your neck from his place behind you. “I’m sure you could take both of us. Right, Wakatoshi?”
So that’s probably a sign.
It’s not the first. And it’s definitely not the last. Tendou drops plenty of hints that the two of you should actually be the three of you; you just don’t get it. You don’t even get it when he forgets to lock the dorm room door a few times while the two of you fuck in between classes—he’s got you sitting on his face, whining, whimpering, panting his name while he slithers his long tongue over your clit, and Ushijima just…opens the door and walks in.
You tense up, and not just because Ushijima is witnessing what you look like naked and getting ate out like your pussy is a five course meal with extra dessert—you tense up because you’re about to cum, the kind of climax where you couldn’t stop it if you tried. And you try, you try to hold back, you try to lift your soaking wet cunt off of Tendou’s mouth, but your thighs are too weak and anyway he’s holding you down right in place to tongue-fuck you into literal oblivion—
—so you can’t help it, okay? You can’t help locking eyes with Ushijima, who looks completely dazed at what he just walked into and you can’t help panting out his name because it’s the only fucking thing in your stupid fucking brain— “U—shi—ji—ma?” you gasp, and then you’re squeaking and you’re tipping over that edge and your cunt is quivering around the slick muscle of Tendou’s tongue inside, goddamnit you are going to kill him for not locking that door, except who cares because he’s still licking and you’re writhing in his grip with his fingertips pushing into the fat of your thighs while he keeps you in place, and your boyfriend’s roommate is looking at you!—
And then Ushijima disappears out of the bedroom and you hear the door of the bathroom slam shut. Tendou’s grip eases, and he rolls to the side on his narrow twin bed to make room for you to fall back down flat onto it.
“You…didn’t lock the door.”
“No way,” he laughs, wiping his mouth. “Wakatoshi has a key, y’know. It’s his room too.”
The most annoying part is that Tendou does not look the least bit remorseful. You growl and attempt to push him off the edge of the bed with your foot (unsuccessfully). “You could’ve put a sock on the doorknob! Or texted him!”
“Aw, come on. We sexile him so often I feel bad…I thought he’d be out for longer.” Tendou rubs a circle on your back, still suppressing laughter, but that doesn’t help your frayed nerves.
“He saw—everything! He totally saw me cum, and I said his freaking name—“ You roll onto your stomach and stuff your face in Tendou’s pillow to muffle a scream. “Oh my god. I want to die. I wish we could get struck by lightning right now.”
“It’s okay, babe! It’s not that big a deal, I promise.”
You glare at Tendou, who inexplicably seems to believe what he’s saying. “Shouldn’t you be jealous or something? Another guy saw me naked.”
“Wellll…I’d be jealous if it wasn’t Wakatoshi.”
Ugh, what is that supposed to mean? You frown, irrationally annoyed at the implication that Ushijima would have zero interest in your naked body. “Yeah, I get it, he doesn’t see me like that. But it’s still embarrassing.”
“…You think Wakatoshi doesn’t see you like that?” Tendou shifts himself to hover over you, smirking down at your body. “He went to the bathroom, right? …What do you think he’s doing in there?”
What is Ushijima doing in the bathroom? You can hear the shower running through the thin wall between the two rooms. It’s the middle of the day, and he didn’t come from the gym. “He’s showering?”
“Hm…so Wakatoshi came in and saw you—“ Tendou punctuates this with a kiss on the side of your neck and you shudder. “You, the hottest girl on the fucking planet. Naked. Cumming. And you said his name.”
“Um—it was an accident...” Fuck, you shouldn’t be letting Tendou mess around with you while Ushijima’s probably like six inches away through the wall, but you have a bad habit of getting caught up in Tendou’s pace.
“You did. You moaned Ushijima all sexy—you know how sexy your voice sounds when you cum?” Tendou sighs and slides his hand up your inner thigh, hooking it over his hip. “Wakatoshi hasn’t heard a girl moaning his name in a while. What he’s doing right now…he probably can’t help himself.”
“So you think he’s—“ You bite your lip and squeeze your eyes shut and try to stop yourself from picturing Ushijima in the shower, water dripping over those perfect muscles while he…um…does some self-care. “Oh my god.”
“Aww, you like that? Me and Wakatoshi both want to fuck you…that makes you horny, yeah?” You can feel Tendou shuffling with his sweatpants and pulling his cock out to line it up with your bare tummy while he layers kisses over your cheeks and gropes one of your tits. “We should give him something to jack off to… I bet he can hear everything. I bet he’s dying to hear what that cute little voice sounds like when my dick is stuffed up you instead of my tongue…”
No. Nope, nope, no way. Tendou’s too fucking good at this. Your pussy is twitching—dripping your juices sticky all over your thighs, but you also feel like you might spontaneously combust if he keeps talking. “I—I have to go back to my room,” you blurt before you can change your mind.
Tendou blows out a low sigh, then laughs and falls back to the side and pushes his hand through his hair like he never really meant any of it. “If you insist, princess.”
“You better apologize to him for me,” you say, rolling your eyes as you wiggle back into the pair of shorts you abandoned on the ground.
“Sure, okay. But the option’s open! Believe me, Wakatoshi wouldn’t mind.”
Wouldn’t mind what? you think. Somehow the obvious answer escapes you.
That is, until you meet them for dinner a week later (you’ve been avoiding Ushijima, and by extension you’ve been avoiding your boyfriend too) and Tendou decides that it’s time to be upfront, so as you’re sitting across from them at the booth in the dining hall trying to sneak leftovers into your backpack because you’re running out of meal points, he just comes out and says it.
“So (Y/N)— have you ever heard of polyamory?”
➠ [Part 2]
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two beautiful girls
someone asked for me to try dad!tom again so here's my humble attempt, I really really hope it doesn't disappoint but honestly I didn’t spend a lot of time on it before my brain turned to mush :) hope everyones okay... today seems to have felt particularly shitty for no real reason, but sending lots o love <3
dad!tomholland x reader
Summary: dealing with your daughter while tom’s away is tricky to say the least, but its all worth it when the three of u are reunited again // fluff (and maybe angst if u squint rlly hard)
(I can’t work out where this pic is from to credit but pls lmk if it’s yours/ u know)
Normally, hearing the door turn in the lock of your front door was one of the best sensations in the world. No matter how long Tom had been away for you would always be filled with such a sense of relief and warmth just by knowing he was there. Sometimes it’d be after he left only a couple of hours previous for a two hour meeting; or after a quick long weekend in New York for an event; ranging to a two and half month block of shooting across the globe. Especially since little Nova was born, your longing for Tom was only quadrupled because you also had a complete ‘daddy’s girl’ pining after him too.
Tom had only been away for a couple of nights, yet your 18 month daughter seemed to think she’d been abandoned for months on end. She had slept for less than 6 hours each day and as much as you tried to appeal to her wise and intellectual side (which didnt really exist - she was only 18 months) that sleep would pass the time till his return ; she was having absolutely none of it. Nova kept you up for hours and hours, screaming, screeching and wailing because you weren’t as ‘funny’ as daddy or as soft as her daddy. And what does a sleep deprived baby lead to…? A grumpy baby. She refused to eat which was so awful because then you felt as if you were neglected your child.
It just made you feel a bit of a failure, to be quite frank. The house was a mess - you’d tried almost every toy to cheer her up, which Nova had actually found great joy in launching back at your face in spite. You were a mess too - at one point, who knows when, you had tied your hair back but now flyaways were everywhere as it pulled itself out of the grasp of the too-loose scrunchie. Oh and then there was the babyfood Nova had kindly spat all over your shirt.
It had been a really fun three days.
It was therefore counter intuitive, the fact that Tom’s homecoming only filled you with dread. But you didnt want him to think your were a failure. You were supposed to be Novas mum after all, why must things be so hard when they’re supposed to be all natural and easy? She hadn’t even reached the terrible twos phase yet - that seemed like a far off hellish nightmare you were trying to avoid thinking of. Of course, you loved loved loved Nova - she was already growing up so fast that it actually hurt your heart a little, to think of how much in even a week she’d grown.
But it was still fair to say she’d been a little devil this week.
This evening you had finally managed to tempt her to sit in the high chair, she’d had about two mouthfuls when you heard Tom entering. Thats exactly what you needed, Tom to get her all over excited so she wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t go down and wouldn’t let you rest. In the madness of it all, you hadn’t managed to even attempt to clean up the sea of toys either so Tom would immediately have all your failings before his eyes. Just bloody great.
“Where are my two beautiful girls?”
Like clockwork, he’d always say it and Nova would always gurgle out a “dada” just as she did today. Though this time she kicked her legs in desperation, momentarily looking at you with the kindest eyes she’d given you the week. It was only because she wanted something, you knew that, yet you still gave in. With a sigh you stood up and unclipped her from the high chair, even if this was the first time in a good few days she’d been happily eating her dinner. Or rather, had taken the single first bite.
She had something to show her Dad though. When he’d left she still didnt have certain skills, capabilities that only now she had learnt. Nova was very proud of her knew ability to kick things - recently discovered when you were attempting to put her shoes on to go to the supermarket. Instead, after 5 attempts of her impressively booting them across the room you’d surrendered - Nova walked round the shops barefoot (probably a bit irresponsible on your part but desperation calls).
So now she giggled whilst hurtling through the room, as Tom rounded the corner in grey joggers and a black hoodie. You watched his eyes light up, whilst he knelt down at the door way to welcome your curly haired princess into his arms. With all her force, she barrelled into him , her little arms wrapping as far around his broad chest as she could. Immediately Tom reciprocated, pulling her up into his arms and swaying slightly side to side.
“Hey little one, I missed you!” He was positively grinning from ear to ear as he rose the two of them up , pressing a quick peck to her unruly locks.
Only then did he look up and survey the surrounding situation, you saw him track his eyes through the mess of toys on the floor, over the counter top piled high with dishes you hadn’t got round to doing and the bin that was overflowing because you just had kept putting off taking it out. It was so embarrassing that you daren’t to even look at him, instead focusing completely on mixing the now lukewarm mush you’d made for Nova round the bowl. Tom slowly picked his way through the hazardous floor, inspecting you closely. It honestly made him feel a pang of guilt, the way you looked beyond exhausted and run down - the dark shadows under your eyes only testament to that.
“Hey darling.” He spoke softly, keeping Nova pressed to his chest in one arm while the other went to rub your side. “You okay?” Not wanting to disappoint him, you momentarily collected yourself before looking up at him with the a small smile.
“Yeh I’m good. How was the flight?” You knew Tom already saw past your attempt of small talk, the was his eyebrows furrowed slightly being the tell. But before he could question you further Nova started wriggling round in his hold, making him arch back to look at her.
“Have you been a good girl for mummy little one?” Given your defeated look, Tom was pretty sure he already knew the answer - Nova chose instead of confirming either way to just wriggle some more as she shouted Dada.
“What you doing crazy?” He chuckled rhetorically, bending down to let her out of his hold, where she then dragged him across the room to the foam mini ball she had. With her still slightly uncoordinated gait, she focused her eyes completely on the ball, her tongue slightly poking out the left corner of her mouth. Then with a forceful yelp she smashed the ball upwards and across the room, flying into a closed cupboard door before bouncing down to the floor. Expectantly Nova’s hazel eyes immediately then searched for her Dad’s - a massive smirk on her face.
“NO WAY NOVA!!!” He shrieked, running and scooping her up once again, this time spinning her round so her legs flew out- her giggles enough to warm even the coldest heart of stone. “Your right foot is better than Manes!” He laughed, though neither girl in the room getting the football reference- Tom had long since given up hope of you getting invested in football, no matter how hard he had tried. “You’re gonna be the best little footballer Kingston has ever seen!”
Nova seemed more than fulfilled with his praise, laughing and settling down in his hold whilst he straightened up glancing back at you again.
“She’s learning so fast.” You mumbled up at him and Tom nodding, taking a seat in the chair next to you.
“She’s got a pretty impressive teacher!” He tried so hard to perk you up, nudging your side as his gaze felt as though he was boring holes into you.
Not knowing how to reply to his compliment you left it and the room faded to silence briefly, the atmosphere feeling rather uncomfortable for your marital home.
“Do you mind finishing off her dinner if I take a shower?” You muttered under your breath, wanting an escape.
Naturally Tom agreed, even if he watched you walk out the room with a worrisome expression on his face. He knew his job wasn’t easy for you at all. It had been hard enough when it has just the two of you, the long periods apart bore longer on you. Over the time Tom had been acting, he’d become somewhat used to these long periods of absence, it had just become the usual. But for you? You working a normal job meant it was harder. You couldn’t go on double dates with your friends - half the time you boyfriend was across a sea from you. Now though, with Nova, you’d lost someone you grew to depend on. Yes, it might only be for briefer periods of time but it still didn’t feel any easier. He was effectively leaving you to be a single mother and although his family obviously endeavoured to support you in every way possible. It just wasn’t the same.
So whilst Nova babbled excitedly her mostly gibberish in the highchair, Tom spent the time sweeping round the kitchen/diner , collecting up the toys into their boxes, loading up the dishwasher and wiping clean the surfaces - all whilst entertaining Nova with brief ‘no reallys’?” And “what ! That’s unbelievable’ and “so what did you tell them?” In response to her baby language babble. His fiery daughter was distracted by the food and one sided chat for all of 20 minutes, letting him just about finish up before she grew impatient of some more attention.
“So what did you get up to then little miss nuisance?” He asked while wiping her mouth which was now smeared with her tomatoey gloop.
“Went park. Mummy made cookies!!”
“Cookies? No way can I have one?” He did honestly fancy the sound of a cookie, and after lifting her out the seat and onto his lap he looked round the kitchen in search of the baked goods.
“No.” She giggled with a mischievous twinkle in her eye “all gone!!”
“What?!?”
“All gone! Mummy and me drawed too look!” She pointed out the multicoloured scribble of uncoordinated lines spiralling together that had been stuck on the fridge.
“Oooh that’s beautiful darling what else did you do?”
“Mummy and me played paw patrol! Mummy was silly!” Nova laughed at the memory, Tom squeezing her up into his chest again loving how bloody precious she was.
“Why was mummy silly?”
“She did Ryders voice! Mummy voice is better than Daddy’s!”
“WHAT?!?” Shrieking in offence, Tom tickled her belly until she was squirming on the top of his thighs in fits of laughter, making Tom laugh away too.
He truly loved his beautiful daughter.
It took you a good couple of hours to venture downstairs, feeling for some ludicrous reason that you had to pluck up the courage. When you went down, you assumed that Nova had already passed out or was about to - the house was serene and quiet. So in your joggers and one of Tom’s big tees, you crept back down the stairs. Entering the kitchen first to get yourself a water and Tom a beer ( he never didn’t want a beer, especially after a long flight). As you entered, your feet seemed to loose their connection with you body making you halt jerkily, seeing the almost sparkling kithchen. All the toys and general clutter was gone from the floor; the dishes magically vanished, revealing a counter that you’d almost forgotten had existed. What you had done to deserve Tom was beyond you, yet you were so grateful - and felt a flutter inside your chest as you went back out and into the living room.
Tom had Nova sat on his thighs, though she was more like slumped against his chest as he tried to lull her to sleep with his deep voice quietly reading one of her superhero books. It had been unavoidable - she’d been indoctrinated into the world of Marvel before she could even talk, Tom insisting on wanting her to know that ‘she could be a superhero too if she wanted to’. The Spiderman baby grow, the captain marvel water bottle- the subtle nods to his roles where impossible to avoid in your house. His warm eyes briefly flicked up when he noticed you standing at the doorway, he paused his sentence to give you a warm smile and nod you over to the sofa beside him. Still feeling a little self conscious, you stared at the floor while rounding the table and plonking yourself down next to him - allowing just a little gap of space.
“Thanks for sorting the kitchen, I’m sorry-“
“Don’t worry at all darling” He arched over to you and pressed a quick peck to your forehead before Nova mewled in annoyance of her story being interrupted. He lightly chuckled, bringing the one hand that wasn’t holding the book to brush her unruly curls back off her head.
Tom kept reading in his soft voice and you let your eyes slip close, just enjoying the peace that you hadn’t experienced in what felt like a lifetime as Tom’s voice lightly hummed through your head. That was until Nova decieded to interrupt the calm just once more. She grumbled insistently and squirmed in her Dads lap, before heavily pulling her head up and blinking at you - holding her arms out expectantly.
“Think she wants her mum” Tom whispered, already lifting her over to you as you sat slightly bemused by the whole situation. Tom was home, her daddy was home, why did she want you? Tom laughed at your quizzical face as Nova burrowed her nose into you neck, letting out a contented huff. “My girls huh?”
“I promise you this is the first time this weekend she’s acknowledged me as anything more than mrs truchbull!”
“Well she’s spent all evening telling me about how good you are at baking and how your paw patrol voices are better than mine.” He murmured his words lowly, so as not to disturb Nova who was already asleep on your chest.
“She did?”
“She loves her mum… almost as much as I do” Chuckling, Tom wrapped his arm round you, pulling the both of you down to his chest while you swore your heart was exploding.
“I love you too Tommy”
Safe to say you and Nova were both exhausted, so after an almost shamefully short time your head rested heavier and heavier on Tom’s shoulder whilst he aimlessly carded his fingers through the ends of your hair. You really were an exceptionally amazing mother, before Nova Tom assumed he couldn’t love you anymore and yet seeing you cuddled up to his baby girl - his feelings for you could only grow infinitely. Making the executive decision to not move either of you upstairs to bed, he instead reached over to grab the blanket. He draped it over himself and his two best girls, choosing to stay in that magical moment for as long as possible.
He loved his beautiful family of three.
And tess … Tess too ;)
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A Miraculous DC Crossover
ALL RIGHT!!
I’ve been sucked into this unholy sub-fandom and I have thoughts okay? lots of them. Almost none are coherent and I don’t care. I have no plotline to write a fic but by the gods do I need to get out all my ideas.
Behold:
the Salttm
Lila, obviously. But she’s a petty nuisance at best, and an annoyingly competent akuma to fight at worst. manipulative, but not really dangerous ya feel?
Alya. which like, home girl probably doesn’t deserve but like,,, the drama??
CHLOE REDEMPTION YOU COWARDS
She and Marinette become surprisingly good friends (because I love that for both of them and you can pry it from me cold, dead hands)
Nettie-bug and Queenie
They pick on Adrien together
Mari’s friends Protection Squad That Don’t Take No Shit
Adrien
Chloe
NINO BITCH HE DESERVES MORE LOVE TBH
Alix?? Probably
Luka obvi
Felix (PV)?? Or does Marinette have enough emotionally constipated boys in her life?
(Answer: no. no she does not.)
Nath? He be a good fox tbh. creative and sneaky boi
Kagami!!! I love her
They’re all heroes because I say so.
Felix (Sparrow) is an honorary member even though he doesn’t have a miraculous
He handles PR and other background things along with Chloe
Joined up a few years back when Parisians were getting a bit too critical of the heroes
No Hawkmoth b/c fuck that guy
He existed, just not anymore. Bitch got yeeted
There’s other villains in town now. After Hawkmoth’s defeat other metas/supervillains looked at Paris and was just like, ‘free real estate?”
So now the Miraculous Team are Paris’ Actual Full-Time Hero TeamTM… yay.
Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Abielle (or like, Wasp/Yellow Jacket idk Chloe changes her name because ~identity stuff~) are the core three team. like, the wonder woman/batman/superman trio of the MTeam.
Nath is called Reynard Ambre b/c I love him
The public knows he exists but he’s never seen in battle and no pictures exist.
but there are plenty of instances where Paris knows he out mucking around because those akuma battles always get really weird.
Marinette be the guardian?
Guardian in training
Along with all the other holders b/c jesus. Give the girl a break.
Yeah. I like that Idea. All current holders are training to be guardians as well, but Mari’s going to step up as Guardian Supreme when Fu steps down.
Hero fashion!!!
The Miraculous Team is all decked out in their own merch like 24/7
Rarely is it thier own hero persona tho
Not because of like,,,, secrecy or anything. Just because they’re all nerds who love each other
Marinette is the lead producer of Miraculous Merchandise. It’s like,,, her BrandTM It was completely unintentional too
(Adrien and Chloe financially support her work tho. She designs, makes a prototype, and has her two blondes get others to replicate it)
Half of Paris is wearing her without knowing it
(Go MDC! get it girl!)
She totally makes Gotham inspired outfits because what else would she do????
Don’t get her wrong, most of Gotham’s fashion sense royally pisses her off but it’s fun and hey, supporting her fellow heroes ya know?
She wears a Robin hoodie after being officially acquainted with both Damian and Robin (separately of course)
Damian chokes on something, probably his own tongue.
It confuses Nettie. But then she thinks maybe he’s a fan too? She offers to make one for him but he steadfastly refuses much to his brothers’ amusement.
Might make a robin themed dress?? If so, she crosses paths with Robin when she does, thoroughly embarrassing her and almost sending poor Dami into a crisis.
Rogues Gallery
She makes a lot of designs off the rouges gallery because like, supporting people trying to get better??? also they’re some of the few who’s aesthetic aint shit?
She can’t make all of them because she ran out of time, so the rest get posited up on her Instagram and MDC blog (that’s run by Tikki mostly. She’s a great secretary and gets bored in Mari’s purse all the time)
Everyone is very flattered
Harley, if she ever finds it, immediately commission all pieces and wears them around Gotham don’t @ me
Daminette obvi
Marinette meets him and is just like ‘wow, you’re horrible. I want five’
Marinette, in the group chat later: so I met Kagami and Felix’s love child today
Kagami and Felix, seconds apart: I would never stoop so low
immediately after: Hey what the fuck? Rude
Nino: Nettie, dearest, sunshine, light of our collective lives and reason I breathe, what the fuck
Adrien: Kagami, my love, how could you? the Betrayal
Chloe: ew
Luka: Send pics or it didn’t happen
Nath: [insert the ‘right in front of my salad?’ meme]
Whenever they cross paths as Robin and Mari, he’ll just like,,, appear from nowhere hanging upside down spiderman style. Mari finds it endearing but she also wants him to stop scaring the shit out of her
Nicknames, because I have an unhealthy obsession with them, alright?
Misc Mari names: Bug, Bugaboo, Buginette, Madame President/Colonel (when the Team’s being cheeky), Princess, Marigold, Nettie (by like, Nino and Alix)
Jason calls her Pixie-pop
The bird boys call her Nightingale/Mockingbird in like, honor of her being a kickass civillian
Mari refers to them as ‘the flock’ (and bird-brains after getting to know them better)
Damian calls her: Starling, Habibti, ya qamar(my moon), malaki (angel), ya wardati(my flower) (b/c like, angel’s cute an all but I just think Damian’s way more dramatic than that tbh. he’d put thought into his nicknames)
Mari calls Damian: mon soleil (my sunshine) (because symmetry and also Mari thinks she’d hilarious), Birdie, petit oiseau/oisillon
I like the idea of Jagged being a native Gothamite tbh
it’s just so fun honestly???
He’s probably the reason the MTeam are in Gotham in the first place? maybe? anyway, the class is there, right? right.
Kagami, Luka and Felix are all holding the fort down in Paris. Ain't no akumas but sometimes they need backup so when certain heroes need to disappear, Nath has Trixx set up an illusion of whichever one so they can slip away with the horse miraculous.
Mari’s the one who has to leave the most because she’s still Paris’ damage control, so like,,,,, ya know.
Mari doesn’t get left behind, at least not on the first day b/c come on people! She has plenty of friends in class watching out for her and a semi-competent teacher who does care even if she’s non-confrontational to a fault.
She does eventually become separated from the group. Half because of Lila and half because she’s always fucking late and got distracted.
She actually runs into one of the civilian batfam in the first place because the class was allowed an hour or so to wander around the shopping district or whatever to explore/buy things/get food. They just needed to return to the meetup spot at a certain time but Mari is like ten minutes away when it’s five minutes to the meetup
So she’s just… fucking booking it and completely takes out this trained vigilante without trying to.
Mari, as she’s groaning on the ground, tangled around a boy: By Kwamii, I thought my luck was supposed to be good Tikki.
That or like, the subway doors close before she can get on them and the rest of the class ends up ahead of her leaving her to get caught up on some bullshit in the next train or smth.
Oh, like. Of course it’s her train that gets held hostage. Wonderful.
(Later, Mari will rant at Tikki about her luck. A common conversation between the two tbh.)
This could be where she officially meets the Batfam as the Batfam. Or, like. A couple of em, at least.
Marinette getting serial adopted by the whole goddamn batfamily because i will die for this trope tbh i dont even care
The Robins nickname her Nightingale before they realize she’s Ladybug
They still call her that after but it’s not with the intention of making it her hero name anymore
Her and Alfred are def bros you don’t understand
Actually, Gina and Alfred are old friends. Mari totally knows Alfie before the bat fam and calls him Poppy/Pépé
which floors the batfam because what? Since when does that happen???
Alfred and Mari never, like, actually met in person before, but video chats exist and Gina def talks about the two to each other so it’s like they may as well know each other.
I also like the idea of Alfred being a former holder, probably the peacock. I would adore that
Just,,,, so many fun hero shenanigans
Yeah sure. The batfam are super detectives and have a history of figuring out people’s identities in no time at all. Whatever. Where’s the drama in that though? The showmanship?
Fuck canon, the Miraculous all have glamours because magic bitch and it plays fucking hell on the Batfam and all their shit
Every single Batfam member is simultaneously pulling their hair out because they don’t know who these heroes are???? Why can they figure them out?? Confusion???????
Miraculous team is just…. Straight up laughing at them. The poor dears.
That one gag where it’s a well-known secret that Mari has connections to every Parisian hero and is basically their own personal catering service/comfort place.
Also, it’s the worst kept secret in Paris that Mari is Multimouse
None of the MTeam have confirmed that rumour but they also don’t deny it.
they actually started the rumour. If all of Paris thinks Mari’s the mouse, a temporary hero, no one’s going to think she’s Ladybug/or that she’s an easy target to go after
chloe actually came up with that one
Mari meeting all of Damian’s ‘associates’ (ie pets)
She adores all of them and they her.
Especially GOLIATH, why isn’t he talked about more honestly???? He’s GREAT
She meets Goliath as Ladybug and Robin is just… so done with him??? You are supposed to be a fearsome beast and a professional why are you rolling over and expoSING YOUR STOMACH???
Meanwhile, Ladybug is just: Awww! Who’s a good boy? Who’s the best boy? You are! Look at how handsome you are! Cute widdle baby-
Miraculous Team hanging on the roof of their hotel kinda chilling
Maybe having a debate about doing some free-running/parkour?
Also maybe about whether or not they should be heroes while in Gotham
MT being like, why can’t we go and stop an armed robbery? we can help!
“Gotham already has very active heroes-”
“Vigilantes!”
“-whatever. I don’t want us stepping on any toes. This isn’t our terf and Batman’s known for being strict about Metas rolling around here.”
“We aren’t Metas though.”
“I don’t think he’ll enjoy splitting that particular hair, Nino. Just- not unless lives are at stake, okay? Emergencies only.”
“Yes, Colonel Ladybug.”
This debate most def gets crashed by batfam and confusion ensues upon both sides
batfam didn’t hear anything, they’re just really confused about these french kids hanging out on a roof in Gotham
Just.... yes. all of that. I have like, more but those are not organized or even remotely coherent. here you go! I might write for this but I already have other fics rn so... it wouldn’t be for a while. and as I said, I have no plot.
take this though, i guess. *throws confetti*
#miraculous ladybug#batfam#my typewriter#mlb x dc#mlb#ml fic#miraculous team#marinette dupen chang#adrien#maribat#daminette#maridami#headcanons#chloe#alya salt#lila salt#but like#barely#i really couldn't care less about them#tbh
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Hi!
So - had two prompts that I’ve combined into this chat!
As always @lumosinlove is the mastermind of this wonderful fandom. 💖
I want to thank you all! Over 20 snippets and chats now. You guys are absolutely incredible and I can’t believe the feedback and love and good vibes I get from you. Thank you! I’m all done with prompts except for one which is the next chat - so I’ll be open for your ideas 😍
@frombeauxbatons and @canesinthecrease just because you inspire me ❤️
The boys are being naughty at a team event. Don’t worry. Consent was given on all accounts - they’re good boys! But they’re also a bunch of frat boys with muscles.
Remus plans a prank. He blames dumo and James. Nado organizes. Sergei wins. Timmy loses. Dumo is a prankster too. Olli is sneaky. Sirius is not in on the prank. Kuny is Kuny. Nat is amazing. Kris is an ally. Nado is also the team’s phoebe. (Friends reference)
Sweater weather chat #14
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Saturday 5.22 pm
Nado created a group chat.
Nado named the group chat THE BIG LIONS HEIST 2020.
Nado added James, Remus, Dumo
Nado: hey Re. Remember the plan? We need to get all the boys to take the selfie before he notices
Remus: Nado. We’ve gone over this multiple times. I’ll get the phone from Sirius. I still think this is a disaster but you and James are very convincing
James: it’s a fucking awesome plan. He won’t notice I bet
Nado: also extra points if you get him all worked up😂
James: I don’t wanna spend an entire evening looking at Sirius trying to hide a hard-on
Nado: why not? It’s funny 😂
Dumo: why did remus get the easiest job?
Remus: I’m the only one who gets to put my hands in Sirius’ pocket.
Nado: awwww jealous?? You know we see him naked like several times a day?
Dumo: you’re not supposed to look.
Nado: I’m curious about the human body!
James: well we’ve all had sneak peaks. Still scared of Sergei
Dumo: he should hAve a tramp stamp saying heavy machinery
Nado: lets get him drunk!!!! Brady can ink him!!!!
Remus: you are not inking anyone without their consent. Also; have you met his wife? She’d skin you all alive.
Dumo: she would. I’ve seen her make a reporter cry.
James: why?
Dumo: the reporter insinuated things about Kuny. Not sure what he said but based on the cursing and sunny having to physically restrain her I think it was bad
Nado: yikes anyways we got everyone on board. I’ll kick cap out the group chat once you’ve swiped the phone. Now go get your tuxes on. We’ve got rich old ladies to woo.
Dumo: you’re not supposed to take them home.
Nado: I never saw that rule. Older ladies knows some shit. Damn. Cougars are wild!
Remus: I’m not treating sex injuries
Nado: you treated Kuny’s groin last month?
Remus: that was from the ice.
Nado: sure it was 😜
Dumo: I’m ending this. Go change and BEHAVE tonight
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Saturday 8.54 pm
Nadotheman removed siriusly from the group chat
Nadotheman added Remus to the group chat
Nadotheman changed Remus to Loops
Blizzard: did you do it? You have the phone?
Loops: yes. I did my part. Your guys are up
Nadotheman: okay here are the rules for the 2020 lions heist (this year we’re doing truth and dare the lions way - so mostly dare)
1. We have 3 hours and cap’s phone. Each team member has to get a selfie with cap in the frame. The best (dirtiest) photo wins 😜
2. CAP CANT KNOW
3. Leo and Walker are starting and they get to chose the next one. You’ve all got one photo each
4. To be considered we need the photo sent to this chat before midnight.
5. Remus is the ref on this little game.
6. If you lose. You’ve gotta tell us 3 secrets. He he we get to pick when.
DamnFoxy: how is this a prank on cap?
Prongstar: he’s always being swarmed and it’s fun. He’s our canvas and we need to fill in the blanks. It’s like hide and seek meeting truth and dare meeting Pictionary meeting Snapchat
CarbO’Hara: so we can start? Cause Kuny’s been snogging that girl for 4 minutes now? Does he not need to breathe?
Nadotheman: that’s two points for Leo!
CarbO’Hara: @newt-leo? WhY? I saw him first?
Newt-Leo: he’s snogging someone at the shrimp buffet. That’s open season. Also he’s still not come up for air? And it was my turn to start @krisvolley and @prongstar you’re it
KrisVolley: @blizzard & @lewilliam you’re up
LeWilliam: blizzard is cheating!!! He got his girlfriend’s friend to kiss him!!!! And Nat was touching cap’s butt
Blizzard: read the rules man. I’m not cheating
LeWilliam: but it’s unfair?
Blizzard: not my fault. I’m winning.
Loops: @lewilliam I’m pretty sure Nat and blizzard saved cap from a handsy old lady.
Blizzard: @sergei_81 & @kaneyoudigit you’re up
Kaneyoudigit: Hahahaha hahahha pretty sure sergei and me are gonna win.
Dumodad: sergeu just manhandled a very confused looking Sirius all the way back to the toilets?
Nadotheman: wait. Where’s Kuny?
KrisVolley: yeah Sergei definitely won.
Kaneyoudigit: I’ve got a pic too!!!
Logantremblayzzz: well you’ve got only half a cap. Sergei got himself and cap giving thumbs up.
Sunnysideup: you forgot you were supposed to be in the photo @kaneyoudigit 😂
Prongstar: so it’s not even 10 and Kuny’s already half naked in the bathroom. It’s like you guys aren’t even tryin. Didn’t even get a selfie with cap in it yet. Also he wasn’t supposed to know.
Sergei_81: he not know game he think I just want pic for Kuny. Keep try but I’m win.
Krisvolley: well that was smart. Back to the game boys. @dumodad & @logantremblayzzz you’re up
Sergei_81: why you sound surprised? Brat. I’m smart.
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Nadotheman: everyone got their pics in?
Walkietalkie: yeah. Finno was last with Olli. They’ve just sent it - nice job Olli 😜 timmy didn’t send one tho
Loops: I don’t think I want to know. Olli. How the hell did you get cap to do that?
Ollibear: I just asked him to get some fresh air with me. How could I know timmy was getting acquainted with a girl behind the curtain? 😇
DumoDAD: acquainted? Is that what it’s called now?
RussianGod: at least I go to toilet for hookup
KrisVolley: you’re all terrible.
Sunnysideup: you sent a selfie with you and cap in front of the girls kissing in the corner....
KrisVolley: I’m a proud ally!
Talkiewalkie: to be fair you both look incredible uncomfortable
KrisVolley: it’s a stupid game
Timmyforrealz: HEY?! You losers hear about privacy?
Ollibear: if you want privacy don’t hook up with someone behind a curtain at a fancy nightclub.... also you didn’t send a pic. You’ve lost.
Timmyforrealz: I didn’t lose hah. Maybe I lost your dumb game
Prongstar: don’t blame the game for her dumping you. Also you lost some buttons on your shirt, your tie is a disaster and your dignity is hanging on by a thread
Timmyforrealz: she didn’t dump me. I decided not to pursue it further!
Russiangod: whatever u say. Come on who win?
Loops added siriusly to the group chat
Siriusly: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? Why am I in all of these selfies?
Loops: you’re cute when you’re annoyed. I had nothing to do with this😇
Prongstar: captain my captain. It was all loops’ idea. We’ve got a selfie collection for you.
Siriusly: you idiots have spent an entire evening running Around trying to take selfies with me and not tell me?
DumoDAD: it was fun. You didn’t catch on when Sergei asked you to pose in front of Kuny clearly going at it?
Siriusly: I thought it was a prank on Kuny? Like steal his clothes and all/ wait didn’t you steal his clothes?
Nadotheman: we should’ve. Dammit
Sergei_81: loops who win????
Loops: timmy lost.
Siriusly: wait it that why Nat was patting my butt? She said I’d been sitting in something? @blizzard!!!!
Blizzard: 😜
Siriusly: should I be offended? She did ask if it was okay. Wait. Why did I have to be in the photos? You’re not doing another collage?
Prongstar: of course! Last year was cap sleeping in different places.
Siriusly: you’re all idiots. How did you even get my phone??
Loops: ...
Siriusly: oh.
Talkiewalkie: awwwwww... 😜
Timmyforrealz: anyone seen my wallet?
Ollibear: I give up. 🙏🏻
#lumosinlove#lumosinlove ocs#sweaterweather#sweaterweatherchats#sweater weather#sweaterweatheroc’s#sweaterweatherchatsnr14
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Victor x MC(Reader) Bake My Way Into Your Heart
Fandom: MLQC
Pairing: VictorxMC(Reader)
Warnings: None I can think of
Summary: You ask Victor’s advice on baking. He doesn’t trust you not to screw it up. He was right.
MC - 10.47am: Sorry to bother you…do you happen to have a foolproof recipe for sugar
cookies?
MC - 11.02am: Don’t worry, I think I found one!
Victor - 11.03am: What do you mean?
MC - 11.04am: I mean I found a recipe that looks simple enough!
Victor - 11.06am: You’re trying to cook?
MC - 11.09am: I’m not trying. I’m going to succeed! I’ll send you pics when I’m
done, and if you’re lucky I might bring you one!
Victor looked from his phone to his schedule and sighed. He pressed the intercom on his phone and spoke clearly. ‘Goldman, cancel my appointments for the rest of the day.’
‘Are you going somewhere, sir?’ Goldman asked as he looked over all the important meetings lined up.
‘Yes. I’m going to stop an idiot in distress before it happens.’
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You wiped your hand across your forehead as you looked at the dough in your bowl. It was supposed to be in one solid lump. The only way you could describe the mess in front of you was crumbs. Sighing heavily you resigned yourself to starting over, picking up the bowl only to have it slip through your floury fingers, making you squeal as you preempted the crash and mess to follow. But, to your surprise, it didn’t happen. The doorbell rang as you stared at the bowl just hovering in the air just a few inches from hitting the floor and you realised why.
‘Come in, Victor!’ You called before plucking the bowl out of the air and putting it back on the counter.
‘What a mess.’ Victor remarked as he looked over the flour-covered surfaces, his eyes finally falling on you as you turned around. ‘And I see it’s not just the kitchen.’
Wiping your hands on your apron you wished you had a mirror. You had hastily caught up your hair into a messy ponytail and thrown on torn jeans and a loose t-shirt, not something you would have chosen if you knew Victor was coming over. It wasn’t that you had a crush on the man in control of your company’s funding, it was that you were all out in love with him. But that was fine, you told yourself. It was a professional relationship, you didn’t see him outside of work…except you did…and more than once he had come to your rescue. He irritated you enough that you knew it wasn’t hero-worship, but damn if he didn’t look hot with fire in his eyes and ice in his words.
‘I’m trying, okay?’ You replied, clearing up as best you could.
‘I know you are.’ He huffed out a breath. ‘Show me the recipe.’
You pointed towards the tablet on the side, the screen long since locked as you tried to bring the mixture together. ‘It’s on there.’
‘Passcode?’
‘I don’t have one.’
‘Idiot.’ He replied as he opened the tablet and read over the recipe. ‘This is incredibly simple, I can’t believe even you couldn’t follow it.’
‘I think my flour is out of date.’ You admitted. ‘And I didn’t have the right sugar.’
‘Are you trying to kill yourself or just give yourself food poisoning?’ He put the tablet back down. ‘What exactly inspired this ill-gotten idea?’
‘I used to make cookies to hang on the Christmas tree with my dad.’ You replied with your head down as you concentrated on wiping down the counter. ‘I thought it would be nice to make some to give to my friends and colleagues.’
Victor knew you missed your father and he couldn’t fault that your heart was in the right place. Your strategy and execution of the task, however, were incredibly flawed. ‘I’ll help you.’
Your eyes shot up to meet his out of sheer surprise. ‘You want to…help…me?’ You never thought you’d hear those words from him, let alone in reference to baking.
‘Of course. If I let you perish in some baking-related accident then I’ll have to start training some other dummy.’
‘But I’ll have to go buy more ingredients. And are you sure you have time?’ You offered him an out, knowing how busy he was.
‘You’re good.’ He walked back through to where he had left a bag by the door, full of high-quality ingredients he had collected from Souvenir on his way over. ‘So you can throw all of that out of date danger food in the trash.’
You blushed faintly at his obvious-to-you concern. ‘Thanks, Victor.’
‘Don’t thank me yet,’ he replied, ‘I’m not helping you clean up this mess.’ He waved his hand at the countertops and you blushed harder at him having seen your place in such a state.
‘I’ll get on that right away.’
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A little under an hour later, the kitchen was clean, and the dough looked like it was supposed to, coming together slowly but surely. Victor had supervised, at times having to hold himself back from taking over, knowing this was important to you, but as the mixture began to take shape he could hold back no longer. His jacket, tie, and waistcoat were long since gone, draped over a chair, and his sleeves neatly folded back above his elbow.
‘Don’t be afraid of it.’ Victor’s voice was suddenly so close to you, the low tone rumbling through you as his arms curved around your body to join your hands in the bowl. ‘Some things require a more gentle touch, like meringues, but dough can stand a firm hand. It thrives on it.’
You swallowed hard at the warmth of his body against yours, trying to remember if you had heard him move, if he had made a sound at all, or if you had been too engrossed in your work to notice. It didn’t really matter which it was, if any of them, but you wish you had had some warning, even as the heat crept up your neck and to your cheeks.
‘Firm hand, got it.’ You nodded to show you were listening, but the movement made your hair brush against him, reminding you once again of his proximity. And then your mouth spat out what you were thinking without meaning to. ‘I guess you’d know best in that respect.’
His hands froze in the mixture over your own for a moment before moving it for kneading on the countertop. ‘And why would that be?’
His breath rustled your hair and your breath stuttered in your throat. You really hoped he hadn’t heard that. ‘Because...you know about cooking!’ You replied confidently. ‘If I had to whip meringue I’d probably give it a good thrashing and completely wreck it!’
Victor swallowed heavily at the image her innocent words brought to mind and he shifted his pelvis just enough to relieve the burgeoning discomfort caused by them. ‘When are you going to learn,’ he murmured, his voice unusually soft, ‘that if you ever want some pointers I’m more than happy to oblige.’
‘You’re just so busy.’ You replied in an equally hushed tone, making the moment more intimate somehow. ‘I want to be able to cook better but it shouldn’t be at the expense of your valuable time.’
Victor’s hands slid from the dough to cover yours and you heard him draw a breath, as though he was about to speak, but then he stepped back, his hands withdrawing. ‘That’s ready to roll out now.’
You swallowed heavily before replying. ‘Right.’
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You made tea while the cookies were in the oven and served it to Victor at the little two seater table that sat in front of the window. You just couldn’t settle enough to sit as Victor’s actions had both your heart and stomach fluttering. You had so far asked if his tea was okay, offered him milk, sugar, honey, lemon, and boba; offered to make him something to eat, not that you thought for a second anything you made would be up to his standards; offered to pay him for the groceries he brought with him; and busied yourself clearing up what you had used and preparing the wire rack for the cookies to cool down. Eventually Victor evidently had enough.
‘Sit.’ He said firmly, and you were in the seat opposite him before you realised it. ‘That wasn’t an order.’ He smirked before sipping his tea. ‘Just like this isn’t. Drink with me?’
‘Sure.’ You smiled slightly before sitting in the seat opposite and picking up the teapot and pouring yourself a cup. ‘I don’t know if I said already, but thank you for coming to my rescue.’
‘You don’t owe me thanks.’ He rested his teacup down again. ‘I couldn’t leave you to potentially burn down half of the city, could I?’
‘It wouldn’t have been very responsible of you, it’s true.’
You sat quietly for a few moments when Victor spoke again. ‘Do you plan on decorating the cookies?’
‘I bought some pre-prepared frosting with a piping nozzle, and some seasonal decorations.’
‘You probably won’t come to any harm doing that.’ He mused. ‘But I’ll stay and help you, just in case.’
‘If you have somewhere to be, you don’t have to.’ You assured him. ‘I’m sure I already caused chaos with your schedule because of this as it is. Goldman is probably sticking pins in a little me voodoo doll even as we sit here drinking tea.’
Victor laughed so suddenly you almost spilled your tea. ‘He wouldn’t do that. He likes you.’
‘At least someone does.’ You quirked him a sideways smile.
‘Just because I’m firm with you doesn’t mean I don’t like you.’ He frowned.
‘I think harsh is more the right word.’
‘Sometimes you need a little push.’ He teased.
‘So if it’s only a little push why do I always feel like you’re throwing me into the deep end?’
‘It builds character, and I know you’re capable of more than you give yourself credit for.’
‘I appreciate the fact you have faith in me.’ You said quietly as you stared into your teacup. ‘But I guess it also makes me feel like I’m not doing a good job if you have to set me straight all the while.’
‘You’re doing a good job, for the most part. You just need…polishing.’
‘I guess that’s a nice way to put the fact I don’t do a good enough job.’
You didn’t see the look Victor gave you, a gentle one of consideration. ‘Nobody’s perfect.’
‘You are.’ It was only when the words left you that you realised what you had said, your eyes darting up to meet his as you felt heat rush through you in an embarrassed wave. ‘That is to say, I mean…’ You stammered, which was when the oven timer went off.
‘Saved by the bell.’ Victor murmured, quickly getting to his feet, and for a moment you thought you saw a pink tinge to the top of his ears.
Swallowing down the panicked lump in your throat, you hurried to grab the oven mitts as you came up with a logical response in your mind. That logical response, however, turned into a spew of Victor appreciation. ‘What I meant was you’re an amazing businessman, you can cook, you have an awesome evol, you dress nice, you know your stuff, you’re handsome, you…ow!’
In your rush you lost concentration for a moment and caught the inside of your wrist on the rack above as you removed the first batch of cookies. You didn’t drop them, thankfully, but your wrist stung like hell. Depositing the tray none too gently on the stove you shook off the oven mitts and blew on your wrist.
‘Idiot.’ Victor’s voice came from close beside you and you glanced up to find him beside you, his hand reaching for yours.
‘It’s okay.’ You murmured, voice barely above a whisper, but his fingers curved around your hand regardless, pulling you towards the sink where he immediately turned on the cold tap. You gasped as the cold water hit your tender skin but Victor held you in place, his grip firm yet tender.
‘You need to be careful, pay attention to what you’re doing.’
‘I know that.’ You replied, watching as he concentrated on your burn.
‘I won’t always be there to help you, you know?’
‘I know that too.’ You looked up at him. ‘But you always are. Even if it’s with a sharp word or two.’
‘Does it hurt?’ He replied quietly.
‘No more than any of your normal quips.’ You shrugged.
Victor’s lips quirked in a small smile, realising you had misunderstood. ‘This.’ He tapped your wrist with the damp cloth.
‘Oh! It tingles more than hurts.’
He examined the mark closer, his fingers warm against your skin. ‘I think we got water on it fast enough. It shouldn’t blister.’
‘So I don’t need to dress it or anything else?’
‘No dressing, no. What’s the anything else you would consider treating a burn with?’ He asked.
‘Uh…I don’t know.’ You replied hesitantly, before thinking of an answer. ‘A kiss better?’
He raised an eyebrow at how forward your suggestion, realising it was entirely innocent as your cheeks darkened. ‘You want me to kiss it better?’
‘Oh, no, no, no.’ You shook your head rapidly. ‘I just meant…’
Words failed you as he looked you dead in the eyes and brought his lips to your wrist, the gentle touch barely noticeable over the burn itself, but it had your heart beating a mile a minute.
‘Did that help?’ His voice was low, impossibly intimate in such close confines.
You swallowed hard and tried to speak twice before any words came out. ‘It stung a little.’ You whispered.
‘Then maybe that’s not what I need to kiss to make you feel better.’
At that point, you swore your brain melted as you seemed to forget how to function, that or your internal wiring blew a fuse. Then it blew completely when his palm caressed your cheek, his thumb grazed your skin. You had a moment of clarity when you realised what was about to happen, then his lips were on yours. In all the times you had fantasised about kissing Victor, gentle had been the furthest from your assumptions. Passionate, demanding, fiery, yes, yet nothing about this kiss was aggressive. He kissed you like you were fragile, as though you could break or disappear at any moment. Fingers touched your hair like they were the finest silk, lips brushed yours so softly it was barely a touch at all, yet still consistent in their task of caressing yours. His other hand tentatively splayed on the base of your spine, yet he didn’t draw you closer, rather he kept a respectful distance between your bodies as though he was waiting for reassurance that this was truly what you wanted. And there was no doubt in your mind that it was.
Your fingers hand found their way to the front of his shirt, grasping the material as much to anchor yourself as to keep him close, and you fought with yourself to keep the kiss as innocent as it was.
His lips left yours on a sigh but you kept your eyes closed for a moment before opening them to find Victor filling your vision. His eyes flickered from side to side, searching your face for any sign that would clue him in as to how you were responding.
‘That does feel a little better.’ You admitted huskily, making him chuckle.
‘Maybe we should transfer those cookies now.’ He suggested.
‘I think they can wait a couple more minutes.’ You smiled, before closing the distance between you, the smile on Victor’s lips a hundred times sweeter than the cookies you had made.
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10x11: Morning Star - Details
Okay, let’s talk details. I’ll go chronologically.
***As always, spoilers abound below for 10x11. Don’t read until you’ve watched!***
The very first thing we see in the episode is Beta collecting tree sap. They dig into the trees and collect the sap into these little…things. They kinda look like animal bladders to me, but I have no idea if that’s what they actually are.
It’s this tree sap that they use to start things on fire during the battle. My first thought on seeing this was of Tyreese. Back in S4, Carol put tree sap on his arm and it helped heal him. I think it’s got anti-fungal properties and that’s why, but still. It’s a healing agent. And I even want to read into the fact that they had Lizzie and Mica find it. Only because of the parallels/anti-parallels between them and Beth. I think we could argue that a Beth proxy found the cure for Tyreese. And I honestly don’t remember another time we’ve seen the tree sap symbol used. It’s not very often that they use it.
So then I googled to see if tree sap is really flammable, and it is. I found this:
Also, if you’ve read @frangipanilove’s tree trunk posts (I’ll repost them later in the week) you know how important tree trunks are in general.
But here’s the thing that REALLY jumped out at me. Once it hits—and EVERYONE gets drenched with it—Jerry smells it and literally says the line, “It smells like a Christmas tree.” Cuz, you know, pine sap.
So we have an agent of healing, that BURNS, a Christmas tree reference, and it’s used as a weapon.
That’s like fourteen rabbit holes all rolled into one.
Okay, let’s switch gears to Eugene.
There’s a clock behind Eugene that seems to read 1:33.
So me and @wdway and @frangipanilove all discussed what this might mean. First of all, this is definitely a Slabtown clock. What I mean is, this simple, white, plain wall clock with regular numbers (vs. roman numerals or no numbers at all) isn’t seen very often. The biggest time it was seen was with Beth, when she woke up at Slabtown. The only other time we could think of where we saw this particular kind of clock was in 7x08 when Daryl escaped the Sanctuary, which was also super important.
My brilliant friends came up with a few possibilities of how we could interpret this. We looked at it point to S1 ep3, S3 ep3, series number 33 and series number 133. For me, I lean toward the 1:00 hour pointing to S1, but I had to figure out the right way to interpret the minutes, because S1 only had 6 episodes. So I think you’d have to divide the hour by only 6 episodes. And assuming that’s the case, the clock is almost exactly half way through the hour, which would suggest ep 3. And what happened in 1x03? Rick reunited with Lori and Carl. So we’re looking at a symbol of reunion. More than that, they believed Rick was dead. He got left behind by them. Um…in Atlanta? So we’re also talking about a resurrection theme.
Then @wdway started talking about the clock in Still. Remember that Beth and Daryl passed the grandfather clock in the golf club. The first time, it said 2:52. When they passed it again, it struck 3, which means 8 minutes had passed. I interpret that as 8 years passing before Beth returns and they “reunite.” But @wdway made the very good point that all the 3s we see around Beth could well be pointing toward reunions, just as Rick had the original reunion with his family in 1x03.
So then I re-watched the episode and I noticed something else.
When Rosita comes upstairs looking for Eugene and ends up answering Stephanie on the radio, it doesn’t focus on the clock like it does on the first, 1:33 clock, but we do see the clock again very briefly in the background and it says 2:00, so roughly half an hour has passed. So that reminded me of the passage of time in Still. And while it’s not a 3:00 clock, it is drawing closer to 3:00, right? But there’s something else I thought of, too.
When I first thought of the 1:33 clock pointing toward 1x03 my first thinking was a little flawed. I didn’t immediately think of Rick’s reunion with Lori. I thought of the fact that that’s when Daryl first came into the show. And I sort of leapt from that to it being a Bethyl thing. Then I had to stand back and go, “wait. That doesn’t hold up because Beth didn’t show up until S2. Okay, never mind.” But of course the Rick/reunion explanation works very well.
But now looky, looky. We have a 1:33 clock (Daryl debuts in 1x03) and a 2:00 clock (Beth debuts in 2x02.) Just saying.
I think those are the biggest things I noticed on re-watching. Here are some more minor ones:
In this pic, Zeke is totally in a crucifixion pose, and then they talk about “dying tonight,” which is at least partly a sex reference, but I won’t get into that. He’s sort of taking a martyr pose here, and I think this is yet another way they’re pointing at his looming death fake out. I have no idea how it will come about, but I think they could be setting it up with this battle. I’ll come back to that.
Zeke gave Henry’s armor to Lydia, which is a lot like Carol giving Daryl Beth’s knife after she did. Something of hers that he fights with.
I also noticed Eugene made a Waterloo reference, which is a famous battle. I was thinking they might use it as a template for this battle. I looked it up and nothing huge jumped out at me, but I don’t think we got far enough into this battle to know for sure either way, so no sense in getting too excited about it yet.
I’m going to address a Caryl theory. I really don’t go into the tags myself, but others do and send me things to get my take on them. So, this is a detail I totally missed, and I actually think it’s a stellar observation. In this scene, there are 8 windows behind Daryl and Carol, and the 7th one has a light on in it. A light in the darkness is definitely a Beth thing, right?
Well, the shippers are actually counting this as 16 windows because there’s a top and bottom pane. Which means the light is on in the 14th “window.” They’re interpreting that as ep 14 being the one in which Daryl and Carol will finally hook up and live happily ever after. (Please give me a minute to control my laughter.)
But as I said, I do think it’s a good observation. Maybe it does point to something happening in ep 14, but it won’t be Daryl and Carol hooking up. If we count the ACTUAL number of windows (8), that’s the number of years it’s been since Coda. And having the light on in the 7th window actually supports biblical Christian symbolism. 7 is the number of perfection and therefore the number of Christ.
And as I said, I don’t mind the “episode 14” possibility. It just won’t be a Daryl/Carol romance thing. I think the only way to save Carol at this point is if Zeke lives, and I think he will. So what does that mean? Maybe in 14, he’ll go to the hospital and discover that he can be saved. Something like that.
But the thing is, I think there’s a good possibility Beth will be involved in that, too.
Predictions:
So here’s the thing, guys. I now we’ve come up with a million ways in which Beth might return. I know I’ve campaigned for it being through the Michonne/Virgil story line. And it might still be. There’s no way to know for certain. But I have a really good feeling about this Eugene story line as well. I mean, they’ll be going to a hospital. One that filmed at the same location as Grady. And there are other clues I’ve mentioned above and yesterday: the fact that Charleston is at the crossing of two rivers. The fact that there’s water involved at all. The fact that we see a clock representing reunions, and then time passes. The fact that Eugene “loses” Stephanie for a short time after Rosita gets on the radio and then finds her again by singing to her. (Remember Daryl’s “I Never” line about never singing out in public.)
So I could see this playing out like, Zeke, Eugene, and Jerry go to the hospital and Beth is there and Zeke also learns that he either doesn’t have cancer or else that it can be treated fairly easily through their radiation. I also think he (and possibly Jerry with him) will get a death fake out in there somewhere. But Beth’s return would “save” both Daryl and Carol emotionally. Remember my post about the clock in Edwards’ office. Because Beth saved Carol at Grady, I think her arrival will save Carol in some way here as well, though it will probably be emotional/psychological, rather than physical. I’m just saying I can see this story line leading to that. Will it? That remains to be seen.
Also, I mentioned yesterday that this is a replay of 4b, in which everyone will scatter and end up in small groups, right? Well, that’s been pretty much confirmed by one of the sneak peeks, in which Aaron and Luke (who is injured) are out in the woods together and run into Negan, who doesn’t seem to be with the Whisperers right then, either.
And I think this thing with all of them running around in the woods could easily lead to Zeke’s death fake out, or else to Negan saving Judith in some way, which was foreshadowed in 9x16.
I also talked yesterday about the Glenn theme, right? Let me say a few words about that, and then I’ll stop for the day.
I was re-watching the scene in 5x10 where Maggie opens the trunk and sees the Beth walker. I was actually looking for something else entirely, but it struck me in a way it never has before, and in a way it couldn’t have before this season.
Maggie opens the trunk, then gets freaked out and shuts it. But the walker is pounding on the inside so she goes back to kill it, but of course it gets stuck. Glenn comes to help her. He’s the one who opens the trunk and kills the walker and then leaves the trunk open. Kind of like this?
But 2 things about that jumped out at me. Maggie left…and then returned. How many times have I said that Lauren’s absence from the show, no matter what they try to infer about her contract, has been long planned? I think this represents that Maggie would leave for a short time and then return before she truly understands what happened to Beth (i.e. that she lived).
But it also strikes me that Glenn being the one to open the trunk for her is important. Now, I’m not saying Glenn is secretly alive and we’ll see him again in the show (unless it’s a flashback) but I think he’ll be important somehow in helping Maggie understand the truth. I don’t know how that would manifest in the show, but I was thinking about that, and then in this episode, the camera focused on Glenn’s portrait, and Daryl starred at Glenn’s grave, and we know Maggie is returning in 10b.
See what I mean? So I don’t know what this all means in terms of events in the show, but I’ll be keeping an eye on it.
Also, if you haven’t, watch THIS deleted scene from 10x11. It has major shades of Still in it. See if you can spot them. ;D
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I’ll stop there for today. Thoughts?
#beth greene#beth greene lives#beth is alive#beth is coming#td theory#td theories#team delusional#team defiance#beth is almost here#bethyl
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Fic Inspiration Roulette
It’s a collection of posts I’ve seen that inspired some of my fics. They’re not all written like prompts but you get the idea. It’s a mix of fluff and smut. Anyways I decided to post it for my own reference but also so people could use it as a meme if they want to.
Send a ship name and I’ll randomly generate a number 1-40 for a “fic prompt”
1. “Characters trapped somewhere to hide from a storm” trope, more like: “HOW MANY ORGASMS CAN THESE CHARACTERS HAVE IN 48 HOURS WHILE WAITING OUT A BLIZZARD? THE ANSWER MAY SHOCK YOU!”
2. BOSS: Know why I called you in here? ME: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic BOSS: [stops pouring 2 glasses of wine] Accidentally?
3. “I am not sorry for who I had to become in order to survive.”
4. PERSON A: “Babe you wear a lot of black. Don’t you ever want some bright colors?” PERSON B: [smirks] “Nah you already brighten my day.” PERSON A: “I fucking love you.”
5. PERSON D: “I spy with my little eye, something beginning with ‘S’” PERSON C: “Is it [PERSON A and B’s] Sexual tension? PERSON A and B: “What?”
6. I stand in truth of who I am and what I feel. I’m liberated by authenticity. I stand exposed, my armor shed with arms outstretched in vulnerability. I am yours to wound, abandon, or embrace. I stand steady in patience as you search for your own truth. But know this: I will not wait forever.
7. I want sheet grabbing, back arching, heavy breathing, leg shaking sex. I want the slow kissing, hand roaming, and neck kissing. I want my lip bit and my back pinned against the wall. Pin me the fuck down. Get on top of me, rip my clothes off. Fuck...
8. If they stand behind you, give them protection. If they stand beside you, give them respect. If they stand in front of you, watch their back. And if they stand against you, show them no mercy.
9. No offense, but the soft uncertain kiss followed by a pause where the people look each other in the eyes and then fucking pull each other back into a more passionate kiss, will always be the most soul destroying trope. Catch me lying on the fucking ground sobbing and rewatching The Scene TM
10. I don’t want high school student aus. I want high school teachers aus. Please give me awkward teachers in love with each other and their students who work so, so hard to shove them together, please!
11. They told you it would feel good, but you couldn’t have imagined it would be this good. You hold their head down as you cum in their mouth. Don’t worry, let it wash over you. It’s what you both want. They’re happy to be on their needs, swallowing every last drop, unlike your partner.
12. Imagine your OTP having lazy Saturday morning sex. Eyes half open, early-morning sun washing across the bed. Sheets tangled around their legs. It’s nothing too intense. It’s warmth and messy tenderness, faces buried into each other’s necks and pleasure shivering down their spines.
13. If you run your fingers through my hair and pull a little while we’re kissing, I’m all yours.
14. Concept: We are laying in a hammock together, the summer breeze gently rocks us. My head is on your chest and I can hear your heartbeat and your breathing. The birds sing above and the sunlight warms us. I am in love with you.
15. You say you hate me, but I can see the love in your eyes. The way you say my name doesn’t match the vile words that follow. If I disgust you, then why do you pull me closer? If you say it hurts, then why beg to be touched. You confuse me darling, but let’s make one thing clear-you are mine, not his. So stop lying and show me how you really feel.
16. Neck kiss is honestly the hottest, most seductive thing anybody could ever do to me. If you kiss my neck, if you playfully bite my neck, if your tongue touches my neck, I will melt in your fingertips.
17. Plot: You’re an intelligent, pretty young thing who’s more familiar with books and philosophical concept. I’m that rough trade guy who you invite over to fix your sink and install a couple electrical things, but really you wanted to see me shirtless and of course, I end up fucking your brains out in the kitchen and then the bathroom and finally in the courtyard because that was the plan all along. Let’s be real.
18. When lazy kissing gets intense with that deep breath and hip pull.
19. When I have you, I’m gonna brand you with my lips and all of the world will know that you’re MINE now.
20. I say it’s time to bring back overtly sexual masquerade parties.
21. Someday, someone is going to look at you with a look in their eyes you’ve never seen. They’ll look at you like you’re everything...wait for it.
22. I’m sorry but if I’m sucking a dick and it hasn’t cum in like 10 minutes or less, it’s not my problem anymore and you can figure it out.
23. You call yourself ugly but you’ve only seen yourself when you look at the mirror, a thread. You don’t see yourself when your face lights up at the sight of a baby, ice cream, or your favorite restaurant. You don’t see yourself when you’re so focused on the things you love doing. You tell yourself you’re ugly but you’ve never seen yourself talk about the things you love. The stars, sky, the constellations, and the universe. You don’t see yourself when you smile at me for finally understanding what you’re trying to say. I guess that’s why it’s so easy for people to say they’re ugly because they’ve never seen themselves in the smallest moments, in the ordinary and still be beautiful. You never saw yourself tear up for laughing so hard or turn red after I told you something cheesy.
24. I want to lick your pulse and make you wonder if I’ll bite.
25. We’re on a date in a club and my friend is really high and confessing their love for me in front of you. So you take me to the back and fuck me to remind me who I belong to AU
26. Suggestion: Whisper praise in my ear when you’re fucking me from behind.
27. I’m sure you wouldn't mind them joining in, would you? You’re so needy. Sometimes you just need the extra attention. Don’t you? Need another set of hands on you, or more skin to get your hands on?
28. A shy sub riding your thigh, and hiding their face in your shoulder, mewling quietly as you guide their hips and make them move faster.
29. You’re OTP having sex. Person A has a habit of burying their face in something when they hit their climax, whether it be a pillow of Person B. This time Person B makes absolutely sure that Person A is looking at them when they orgasm (even if it means holding their face still). Bonus if Person B is so turned on by it they instantly cum.
30. From the bottom of my heart, please know that I’d appreciate being slammed against a wall with your hands down my pants and your breath against my neck saying that I am yours and only yours.
31. If a monster or demon isn’t rawing you behind a haunted house or inside the woods, are you even doing Halloween right?
32. So there I was, a woodsman in flannel, eating out a beautiful man in a red cloak after saving him from a dangerous wolf.
33. I don’t need prayers to worship you; just my head between your legs and your hands tugging at my hair.
34. I wanna hide my face in someone’s neck and sleep
35. Having sex with someone actually is a big deal and involves a ton of vulnerability and I think it’s extremely troubling and gross and unhealthy and actually exceptionally dangerous that we pretend otherwise and encourage people to “be mature” by compartmentalizing/completely eliminating their deeper human emotions from their sexuality and that any other view is dismissed as prudish and invalid and unenlightened and childish and restrictive. I can’t think about this too much because it makes me rage but I hate how much porn and capitalism have destroyed how we understand and experience sexuality and intimate connections with one another so much.
36. I want to sleep with you. I don’t mean have sex. I mean sleep, together, under my blankets, and in my bed. With my hand on your chest and your arm around me. With the window cracked so it’s chilly and we have to cuddle closer. No talking, just sleepy blissfully happy, silence.
37. Making out is one of the most underrated things in the world of sex. Like, one of the best feelings on Earth is tongue on tongue, biting each other’s lips and pressing your bodies together and grinding your hips into each other while your breathing mixes and making out is just so ugh God...
38. Imagine someone buying you lingerie just so they could see you in it.
39. “We’ve been fucking no strings attached but I just saw you go upstairs with another guy and I’m drunk and following you both upstairs to punch the shit out of him.
40. My muse us clearly having a very vivid dream. Their body is reacting to it in a very sexual manner, panting and writhing in reaction as they sleep. It seems that whatever or whoever they are dreaming of is doing a good job of turning them on. Send me your muse’s response to walking in and finding them like that.
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Hero FB adventures
This is the result of me, @jenny-opm, @shorthairsonic, @dibujos-de-la-orilla and @criscura talking about the concept of our boys (and their friends) using Facebook and what that might lead to... It led to a really fun discussion, so I’ve collected it as points here for anyone curious. It’s about 2.6k long so I’ll put it behind a Read More. Enjoy XD
Dr. Kuseno, being a technical genius, takes to Facebook like a duck to water, having no trouble navigating the site. However, he still acts like a stereotypical grandpa on there - when Genos posts a status along the lines of “Rainy day, perfect for a movie” Kuseno comments with “Indeed my boy, try not to catch a cold and send Saitama my regards. Kuseno.” He occasionally also teases Genos, such as sending him a photo of an electric whisk with the caption “your next upgrade is ready.”
(In a misplaced attempt at being kind he tags Saitama in all ads for hair growth treatment he comes across… but at least he also tags him when he finds an unusually good sale)
It is actually thanks for a birthday post from Kuseno that Saitama learns when Genos’ birthday is the first time! He catches the borg sitting and smiling while looking a his phone, which is unusual - usually if he’s on the phone it's something from the HA, which normally has him frowning.
Neither Saitama nor Genos have a lot of friends on FB (to start with, at least). It’s mostly their closest friends such as King and Mumen. Genos also has Metal Bat added, who gives him (good natured) crap on near everything he posts.
Bang is the hopelessly confused Facebook grandpa, struggling to understand how it works. Poor Charanko does his best to help him…
“How do I search here?”
“You have to go to the search bar… No, that’s where you write your status”
“My what?”
Once he does get the hang of it, Bang comments every time someone posts about themselves doing any sort of sporty activity with “Looking good! Ever think about coming by the dojo?”
(It gets to the point that FB warns him for posting the same thing over and over and everyone is starting to suspect that his account has been hacked by a virus that just keeps promoting his dojo - poor Charanko is accused of setting it up)
Metal Bat SPAMS FB with videos of Zenko’s piano shows. Everyone knows about her recitals a week in advance because he keeps hyping it up. He also has a soft spot for posting glamour selfies.
Saitama posts a lot of blurry cat photos with no caption and sometimes food pictures. He posts at all kinds of random hours of the day, almost never answers anyone, his photos are low quality and he posts a lot of odd YouTube links.
Genos likes every photo of Saitama and uploads his own - somehow, Saitama always looks far less derpy in Genos’ photos (he’s studied all his best angles).
Genos has no shame and starts liking all photos of Saitama, going through every tag ever - meaning once in a while someone who went to high school with Saitama suddenly gets a like from Demon Cyborg on a photo taken 12 years ago. Unsurprisingly, people are SHOCKED at this and it takes them a while to figure out why - until they notice how he keeps tagging Saitama on his page. This is the only kind of interaction they get online with Demon Cyborg and people start tagging Saitama in photos in the hope of getting response from him. They slyly get photos of him in public and post and tag him in the hope of a response. As long as he’s awake (he’s a heavy sleeper) Genos likes them instantly, unknowingly rewarding his fans for their behaviour.
Genos never accepts friend requests from any non-heroes but Saitama sometimes does because “maybe that name’s familiar idk whatever” and some of Genos’ fangirls manage to befriend him on Facebook, consequently seeing his photos… causing them to just about spontaneously combust - “Did you SEE that photo of Demon Cyborg in an apron?!”
Genos notices this and tells Saitama that he is NOT to post his 124 bedhead pics of Genos to Facebook. Saitama forgets(?) and posts 53 of them anyway before he remembers he wasn’t supposed to. He tries to cheer Genos up - “But look at how many likes and shares they’re getting! This doesn’t even happen with the cat pictures!”
Genos is not impressed to see his groggy-ass self on a million message boards (and tells Saitama that “...to be fair, Sensei, sometimes it’s hard to tell if they’re cat pictures.”)
Saitama is enjoying this game (not quite realizing the scope of this all) - sneaks a pair of cat ears on Genos, takes a photo and uploads, enjoying the storm afterwards.
Facebook suggests that Saitama upload a photo album that is just the same photo of Genos doing the dishes at slightly different angles and he’s like “why not” and posts that as well. This is followed up by a little video of him singing quietly and dancing a little while washing the dishes.
One day they come across a group of Demon Cyborg fans on the street who come up to them and ask if Genos could sign their photo books - they’ve printed a bunch of pictures from their FBs, full of like bedhead and apron pics (“Mr. Demon Cyborg sir I LOVED that video of you dancing with the mop!”). Genos can’t even process what’s happening and signs them with a stunned expression, while Sai takes one of the books, looking through it and pointing out his favourites. “Hey, I remember this one! Aw, dude, where’s this shirt? You look nice in it, I haven’t seen it in a while.”
(“Mr Demon Cyborg I didn’t know you had feet slippers!” - a small part of Genos dies)
Saitama starts getting bombarded with requests on Facebook. “Get him sleeping!” “Get him laughing!” “Can you get him to pose in that white shirt, maybe with the ripped jeans?”
Saitama starts uploading little videos, such as himself telling Genos a bunch of puns as they go through a store. Eventually he figures out how to cut videos into clips and bombards Genos for two days to get “material”. It does get a bit overwhelming in the end however, so he tells the fans that he can’t take more pictures because his phone ran out of memory. To his despair, this leads to fans sending them shipments of memory cards, cameras and gift cards for even more stuff and it’s all very unnecessary. He even receives a brand new phone from “a fan”.
(The good side is, with all this training he is getting progressively better at taking pictures)
One day, the daily picture he uploads is very sad - just an empty chair with the caption “He’s at repairs” :(
Another day however, Saitama goes to upload a photo of Genos in his apron, but it’s… the wrong apron picture. He accidentally uploads a naughty pic, oops. It’s not the most obviously naughty one, not enough to get them banned from FB (and Genos has no nipples, anyway…) but it’s pretty obviously not meant for the public.
Genos is at first (rightfully) mad at Saitama… until they get like a million really nice apron lingerie sets in the mail. To get back at the other, he uploads a photo of a bare-chested Saitama - not at all prepared for the onslaught of “HOLY SHIT” responses, growing possessive instead of mad when the fans start screaming for more.
Saitama tries to take a good shot of himself but eventually Genos, even through being annoyed, takes the camera from him and gets a good picture. Fans ask for even more and a bewildered Saitama replies with “Um, sure?” uploading a half-naked bathroom selfie, where he’s still wet with a towel wrapped around himself. People go wild.
(Genos can’t decide if he wants to delete the picture or share it so it’s on his wall as well. He is… conflicted.)
(A less successful picture shows Saitama absolutely ripped, but unfortunately with a prominent double chin, like that time he played video games at the HA - selfies are hard…)
(“Mr Saitama, can I request the ripped jeans again, but this time with you wearing them..?”
Unfortunately their shenanigans do not go unnoticed at they get called in to HA’s Public Relations for the umpteenth time. Their attempts at getting the heroes to take it down a few notches is made more difficult by them referring to Amai’s latest “I’m about to have sex” album cover as proof they aren’t out of line.
Amai Mask, in his defence, maintains that his pictures are “classy” and “done professionally”. Saitama responds with gesturing to a photo of Naked Apron Genos frying eggs - “This is classy!”. They continue with pointing out that more than likely, if they stopped, people would complain to the HA and they’d have to explain it was the HA who stopped them in the first place...
(And really, the HA shouldn’t complain, Saitama and Genos are earning them so many donations….)
"THEY CURED MY CANCER AND WATERED MY CROPS AND BLESSED MY CAT HERE'S MONEY" - “They did what now?!” - the HA representatives don’t even understand what this means but eventually lets it all slide.
(The only one who understands the references is their intern managing the official HA twitter, but no one cares about their opinion…)
With all this material, Genos’ fan club is getting a lot more activity than Amai Mask’s, which doesn’t go unnoticed. Amai tries to upload “accidental photos” too in an attempt to become the centre of attention, but they are all obviously fake, such as “I woke up like this” pictures of him with perfect hair and makeup, nothing like Demon Cyborg’s messy hair and squinting eyes.
Amai tries again - “Oh no guys you won't believe this but, i was doing my make up right and omg my cat walked on top of my phone and took this photo of me lol” - someone digs up an old interview where Amai states that he’s allergic to cats (that someone is Genos).
He also uploads a photo of a cup from Starbucks which has “To the prettiest guy I’ll see today” written on it and claims he got it (until someone points out that’s a photo from Google).
Meanwhile on Saitama’s FB page, a new video of an unaware Genos twitching in his sleep has just been uploaded, caption “look he’s dreaming shhh”
Saitama just happens to be awake late that evening and passes the time surfing FB, commenting “y’all never go to bed huh” when he sees the immediate responses - given how big Genos’ fanclub is, there’s always someone who’s awake. In fact, this video is more than likely to wake a number of fans up to scream over it.
Saitama makes a little livestream showing off their cups as he brews himself some tea (“this is my cup. That one’s Genos’. We found it in a thrift store after he accidentally dropped the last one.” He finishes with showing Genos sleeping again and saying “see he’s sleeping now you all go to bed too”.
One day he posts a still picture of the sleeping borg, with the caption being just “I love him”.
It takes a while, but once the fans understand that their love is real and not changing, some of them start to (not always so) subtly suggest he should propose, such as tagging Saitama whenever a jewellery store has a good offer (they’ve picked up on his love for sales).
One day everything is quiet, then Saitama posts simply “He said yes” (or perhaps it’s just a picture of their hands wearing the rings) and FB EXPLODES. People ask for photos and Saitama replies with “All I got is him ugly crying oil everywhere” and the fans go “POST IT.”
After they’ve gotten engaged things get a bit more quiet, with Saitama just posting the occasional update like “he’s going to marry me” and “he’s going to be my husband”. “I want the date to be on his birthday but that’s too long of a wait” ,“he loves me”.
Fast-forward a bit. It’s been quiet for a while. Genos has barely posted anything but one day Saitama’s FB friends see that he’s been tagged in a picture that turns out to be a photo where Saitama appears to be passed out on the futon, drooling in his sleep and surrounded by empty pizza cartons. Caption “my husband to be”.
(The picture completely blows up on FB)
Fans start speculating on their outfits, causing Saitama to sweat - he hadn’t planned that far ahead. He asks for suggestions and they end up covering the entire colour spectrum. He even enquires a little bit to hear if there’s anyone who’s a real actual wedding planner among their fans, it might work out…
In the end, they decide on a small private wedding, but Saitama does suggest he might be able to livestream it. He gives no date or anything to go by, however. In an attempt to keep it hidden, they end up hosting it at the dojo, hoping the stairs might also deter some potential invaders.
(Bang is more than happy to host - maybe he can convince some people to join the dojo.
The stairs aren’t a problem for the heroes, mostly - King does text Saitama with “I’m here can you pick me up” once he arrives at the bottom whereas Mumen handles them himself - but makes sure to arrive very early so he’ll have time for a shower before the ceremony.
Saitama suddenly starts the livestream out of the blue on FB, writing “k its happenin!” and a bunch of fans tune in.
(Hopefully Bang won’t hear about the livestream or he’ll start advertising on it, too…)
They get married!!
(Back to where we started - how does Kuseno react to all this FB shenanigans? Well, more than likely he doesn’t spend too much time on FB, but he does check periodically, probably catching at least a couple of the pictures of Genos sleeping and in his apron and whatnot. As always, he replies good naturedly - “glad you’re getting your rest son”.
Kuseno also has a habit of going full-on Geek and writing very long explanations regarding Genos’ body sometimes - such as explaining why he twitches in his sleep, or an explanation on how his cooling systems work in response to someone writing “WAAAHHH WHY IS HE SO COOOL” on one picture. Unfortunately, Kuseno doesn’t realize that his FB is set to friends only, so only Saitama and Genos see these comments…)
Bonus: Saitama occasionally tags Genos in pictures he takes of cheap bootleg Demon Cyborg merch he comes across, disappointing fans hoping to see a new photo of him, only to be met by his asymmetrical poorly painted face on an action figure. “It’s not even official merch…”
Saitama has a habit of buying the especially poorly made ones because “they’re funny”.
One fan asks one day if Demon Cyborg owns any merch and Sai uploads a photo of all the stuff he keeps in the apartment with the caption “And even more stuff at his docs”.
The fans are stunned - but some are also like “ok but where do I get these things?!”
"says he special ordered them or w/e"
"oh this other one was from HA"
"oh... he says it's out of stock"
"he has the stock"
”Maybe if you ask him real nice. Doubt he’ll let go tho he only has like 278 of them”
”...he informs me he has 289”
The fans try to barter with Genos, such as offering to draw a NEW Caped Baldy posted in return for one of those charms. At this point Saitama is starting to wonder why he has to be the bridge between fans wanting Caped Baldy merch and Genos. Genos doesn’t seem to want to talk directly to his fans, but eventually agrees to use Saitama’s account, basically pretending to be him - the fans do eventually get their merch, but are confused as to why Saitama suddenly seems to turn a lot more serious and formal whenever it comes to merch talk (and is that 10 page terms of service really necessary?!) but at least in the end they get a super rare piece of merch not available anywhere else (because Genos bought them all).
#gosh#well there you have it#this was such a fun discussion I enjoyed it a lot XD <3333#thanks guys you're the best#to anyone who read the whole thing (woah good job) I hope you liked it too!#all for fun ofc#genos#saitama#genosai#saigenos
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Isak shows up to his shoot with two minutes to spareand Eskild blustering along half a step behind him, insisting it’s fine, we’re not late, Isak. Ingeneral, with life, Isak can admit he’s not the most punctual person – he likeshis bed far too much – but when it comes to work he likes to be on time. He doesn’twant to fall into that awful stereotype of the bitchy model who makes everyonewait on him or gives unreasonable demands.
He’s chill.That’s why he gets hired – besides his appearance – people like working withhim because he isn’t fussy and generally makes life easier for everyone on setby being that way. It helps that Eskild only ever gets him gigs that Isak is100% comfortable shooting and that Eskild is always willing to step in and bethe bad guy on set whenever anything inappropriate happens. He’ll pull Isak fromshoots without so much as a backward glance at the awful director orphotographer or campaign manager when something happens to make himuncomfortable.
See, Isak appreciates Eskild, he does, he just doesn’t appreciate the factthat Eskild made them get on the wrong tram today and now Isak is sweatingthrough his t-shirt and showing up to set with a flushed face.
The photographer and another boy are the only peoplein the room when Isak and Eskild crash through the door and they both look upfrom the camera in shock at Isak’s admittedly loud entrance.
Isak grinds to a halt, huffing out a breath, andattempting to cross the room at a more sedate pace. “Halla, Mikael,” he greetsin a rush, extending his hand to the photographer. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”He’s worked with Mikael before so he knows he probably doesn’t care but hestill feels bad.
Mikael waves a hand before hopping out of his chairto shake Isak’s. “It’s cool, man. You’re like, one minute late.”
“That’s my fault,” Eskild says, stepping neatly aroundIsak to clasp Mikael’s hand. “Got on the wrong tram.”
Mikael laughs. “You’d think we’d figure it outeventually after living in Oslo all our lives, huh? But you’re good, don’tworry. We’ve got plenty of time before we need to start so I’ll get one of thehandlers to show you to your dressing room and send hair and makeup in afteryou’ve showered.”
Well, good to know the sweat stains have officiallyseeped through his shirt now.
Isak winces but nods. “Thank you.”
Mikael offers him a good-natured grin before his eyessuddenly widen as if he’s just remembered something. “Oh shit, sorry. Isak,meet your partner for the day.” Mikael whirls around, gesturing to the boybehind him. “This is Even.”
Isak had been so distracted by making sure Mikaelwasn’t angry at him he hadn’t even bothered to take in the other person in theroom. But fuck, he wishes he had.
The boy’s fucking stunning. Taller than Isak, thoughnot by much, with swooping blonde hair and bright blue eyes and the dreamiest smile Isak has possibly everbeen on the receiving end of. He’s so busy drinking in Even’s appearance ittakes a second for Mikael’s words to register.
Partner?!
Isak knew this was a partner shoot. However Eskildnever specified it was a male/malepartner shoot. It’s not like Isak’s averse to the idea – that’s kind of theopposite of the problem – but he’s just become so used to a partner shootmeaning having some leggy girl draped over him while he pretends to think she’sthe sexiest human being alive.
He’s pretty sure he’s just laid eyes on the sexiesthuman being alive. And he’s definitely not a girl.
God, he’s so fucked.
Even steps forward, darting around Mikael andoffering him a hand. “Halla! Isak, right?”
Isak takes his hand, repressing the squeak he almostlets out as Even’s hand presses against his palm, and nods his head. “Yeah,nice to meet you.”
“I better let you two get ready,” Mikael says, makingIsak jump and abruptly drop Even’s hand.
Isak is ushered into a dressing room and as soon asthe door is closed behind them, he rounds on Eskild. “You didn’t tell me mypartner would be male!”
Eskild gives him an unimpressed look, crossing hisarms over his chest. “Isak, you’re gay. What do you care?”
“Exactly!” he screeches shrilly, throwing his handsup in exasperation.
Eskild’s expression turns appraising as a calculatingsmile slowly spreads across his face. “Wait, are you attracted to him?”
Isak lets out a noise somewhere between indignationand agreement, gesturing wildly at the door. “You saw him! What do you think?!”
Eskild is positively beaming now as he tilts hishead. “Oh, Isak.”
“Shut up. This isn’t helping. You could’ve at least warned me.” He slumps down in the chairin front of the vanity, propping his elbows on his knees and burying his facein his hands.
“Oh relax, would you?” Eskild tuts. “You’re aprofessional, Isak. You can last one shoot before jumping the boy’s bones. Justask him out for a drink after you’re done.”
Isak makes a noise akin to that of a dying cat,ignoring the unsympathetic pat Eskild gives his shoulder.
“Go shower, baby gay,” Eskild tells him. “I’ll cometo collect you when hair and makeup are done.”
With that, Eskild slips out the door again, leavingIsak to have his existential crisis in peace.
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Just over an hour later Isak is being led back on setwith freshly fluffed curls and concealer covering his blemishes, feelinggoosebumps erupt across his torso from the chill in the room. They’readvertising jeans so naturally they’resupposed to be shirtless. Isak had considered the fact inconsequential until herealised Even would also beshirtless.
Even is already chatting with Mikael when Isakarrives, and his knees almost give out when he takes in the expanse of Even’ssmooth chest, dotted with moles and lightly defined. The fact that his jeanslook like they’re painted on doesn’t help either.
He’s not going to survive this shoot.
Mikael looks up as he approaches, giving him a thumb’sup. “You look great, dude! Come over here; I was just giving Even a rundown ofthe shoot.”
Isak takes a few tentative steps closer, leaving agenerous amount of space between himself and Even – though he can still feelthe heat coming off Even’s body.
“So, we’re gonna keep it pretty simple,” Mikael tellsthem. “We want it to be sensual, sexy, but also intimate, you know? Sex sellsand everything but we can definitely add a little meaning to it.”
Isak nods, swallowing hard at Even’s enthusiastic, “Sure.”
“Okay, so we’ll do standing shots for now. If there’sanything you’re not comfortable with just shout out but other than that, dowhat feels natural.”
Mikael directs them to their marks and they have afew minutes while the camera is being set up where they’re just standing acrossfrom one another, only half a metre apart, and Isak can feel his heart ratepicking up under Even’s curious gaze.
“I’ve seen some of your work before,” Even says aftera beat of silence that they both spend rocking on their heels, startling Isakand making his eyes go wide. “You’re really talented.”
“Thanks,” Isak replies, dumbfounded. “I- I haven’tseen you around much.” Because he would definitely remember that face.
Even offers him an amused grin, huffing out a littlelaugh. “I’ve actually been studying in America for the past year so I starteddoing work over there to help with rent money. I haven’t been back in Oslo longand Mikael’s a friend so he hooked me up with this gig.”
“That was nice of him,” Isak says timidly, feelinghis cheeks heat when Even’s smile brightens.
“Mm,” he hums in agreement, eyes sparkling like Isak’sawkwardness is endlessly endearing.
Isak scrambles for something to say but Mikael callsthem to attention before he can come up with anything.
“Okay, let’s start it off simple,” he says. “Even,could you put your hands on Isak’s waist? Like you’re pulling him in? Isak,could you put your right hand on Even’s neck? Put your left wherever feelscomfortable, it won’t be in shot anyway. Just stand a little bit closer for meguys and we’re good to go.”
They move automatically and Isak tries to put himselfin his professional, detached frame of mind but as soon as Even’s hands fit tohis waist he feels his mouth go dry. He dutifully puts his right hand over Even’sneck, feeling his pulse point flutter under his palm and places his left onEven’s shoulder, figuring that’s the safest option. They’re close enough nowthat their chests are almost touching and Isak can feel the phantom brush ofEven’s stomach against his own every time he breathes.
“Great!” Mikael calls but Isak can’t look away fromEven long enough to look at him. “Alright, relax your stances a bit and lookinto each other’s eyes. Remember we’re going for sensual but intimate!”
Wetting his lips, Isak lifts his gaze from Even’scollarbones to Even’s eyes and feels his breath catch in his throat. Even’seyes are smouldering and Isak is pretty sure the way his own mouth parts at thesight isn’t on purpose. He doesn’t realise he’s leaning forward until a straystrand of hair that’s come loose from Even’s quiff brushes against hisforehead. He freezes at the touch and, through hooded eyes, just about catchesthe way Even’s lips twitch.
“That looks awesome, guys!” Mikael calls and Isakfinally becomes aware of the clicking of the camera once again. Honestly, hehadn’t heard it over the blood rushing in his ears.
“Alright, Even could you move forward? Maybe put aleg between Isak’s? Isak, could you widen your stance a little?”
Isak obediently moves his feet to standshoulder-width apart and tries not to burst into flames when Even’s leg slowlypresses between his own, thigh just barely brushing Isak’s crotch. Isak bitesthe inside of his cheek to stop himself from reacting.
“Sick,” Mikael declares once they hold the positionand Isak tries desperately to focus on the sound of camera clicking. “Can youlean in again like you were before? Even, maybe move your hand to cup Isak’scheek? Like you’re about to kiss.”
Jesus fucking christ is Mikael trying to kill Isak?!
“Isak, feel free to move your hands too; whateverfeels right!”
Isak barely hears Mikael’s words over Even’s fingersslowly trailing across his jaw, palm fitting to Isak’s jaw as their foreheadsconnect. Isak’s throat bobs and he moves his hands, sliding his fingers intoEven’s hair, and he can’t tell if the shaky intake of breath he hears from Evenis real or imagined.
Their noses brush and their lips part and fuck, Isak knows they’re not going to kiss but itsure as hell feels like it.
It’s agony –to remain still, not to close the distance. His mouth is like sandpaper and hisfingers keep tightening in Even’s hair. Jesus christ, what does this even haveto do with selling jeans?
The rest of the shoot passes by in much the samefashion and when Mikael moves to stand next to them, instructing Even to crowdIsak against the white wall behind them so they’re pressed flush together, Isakvery nearly passes out. Or gets a boner. It’s a tossup between the two, really.
They don’t talk while they shoot – honestly, Isakdoesn’t think he can speak now anyway – and he spends the entire timeperfecting the art of looking at Even without really looking at him. He doeswonder idly though, if Even is naturally this warm or if his skin is justflushed from the shoot. And that’s athought he probably shouldn’t entertain.
It’s almost the end of the shoot. Isak is stillpressed against the wall, one leg hitched over Even’s waist, their hipsperfectly aligned with Even’s hands in his hair and on his waist. His own handsare still buried in Even’s hair and their lips are so close Isak is secondsaway from saying fuck it and kissinghim like he’s been dying to all afternoon.
Even inhales a ragged breath and Isak feels his heartthump heavily in his chest at the thought that this is having the same effecton Even as it is on him.
Their eyes flicker to each other and his breathcatches in a tiny gasp when he sees the way Even’s bright blue eyes have beenalmost swallowed up by his dilated pupils. His gaze flicks down to Even’s mouthand in the same moment he notices Even’s eyes doing the same. Fuck, they’regoing to kiss. They can just say it was part of the shoot.
They’re going to kiss. They’re going to-
“And that’s a wrap!” Mikael exclaims, making themboth jump so hard their foreheads bump. “Shit, we got so much good material.You guys have insane chemistry.”
Mikael trails away from them when he doesn’t get aresponse, turning instead to his assistant photographer to examine the photoson the camera.
Isak’s leg had dropped from Even’s hip when Mikaelspoke but their hands are still twisted up in each other and when they slowlylook back to each other Isak has to remind himself to breathe.
He opens his mouth to say something but Even beatshim to it.
“Go for a drink with me later?” he asks in a rush,eyes wide like he didn’t expect himself to say that.
A disbelieving laugh is punched out of Isak’s chestand he nods, uttering a breathless, “Yeah.”
Even grins, shoulders slumping in relief and lookingendearingly awkward as he glances off to the side. “We should probably um- getchanged or-“
Isak doesn’t let him finish his sentence, using thehands still in Even’s hair to reel him in and crush their mouths together.After a moment’s surprise, Even responds enthusiastically, pressing Isak morefirmly back against the wall and squeezing his hips. Isak feels like all hisnerve-endings are on fire and it’s only the knowledge that they’re not alone inthe room that makes him rip his mouth away from Even’s after a searing moment.
“I couldn’t have waited ‘til tonight to do that,”Isak admits with a huff.
Even had been staring at him from the moment theyseparated but the incredulous smile that spreads onto his face at Isak’s wordsis something else.
They look at each other for a moment, grinningstupidly, and this is the last thing Isak expected to happen when he showed upfor the shoot today.
They’re brought back to reality with two peoplepointedly clearing their throats. Their heads snap to the side at the same timeand Isak finds Eskild and Mikael watching them with a mixture of incredulityand amusement.
After a beat of silence, Mikael turns to Even. “Iasked you to do this shoot to get you a job, not a date.”
Even pauses before looking back to Isak with playfulgrin. When his gaze returns to Mikael he sniffs. “Please, Mikael. I got that myself.”
(He ends up getting more than just a date.)
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Sunday morning
A little Annamis fluff, set post s3, to celebrate my return to writing. Also posted on AO3.
Inspired by a prompt I saw on annamisdaily (from where the beautiful pic above also came). Thank you!
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His hand ran down her cheek, then curled around her chin to draw her face to his. His beard tickled her and she felt her mouth curve into a smile as she returned his kiss. She couldn’t help it.
“If only we could stay here for a little longer… ” she sighed.
“Your ladies will be in to wake you soon and get you ready for Mass with the King. If they catch me here…” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“I know… I must do my duty. As Regent I have to be seen by the people, so they know that the kingdom is in safe hands until Louis grows up.” She looked into his eyes. “Our son, the King. How strange and wonderful it is, to be able to say that to you.”
He put his finger to her lips. “As long as I’m the only one you ever say it to, Your Majesty.”
“Please, won’t you call me by my name? When we are together like this. You know how I love it.”
“Anna, mi amor…” He kissed her again, pulling her close, running his fingers down her spine and making her shiver. The kiss deepened as she put her arms around his neck, moving on top of him and letting the veil of her hair surround them.
One kiss turned to two, to half a dozen, caresses given and received with joy. Then, he rolled her onto her back, leaning up on one hand beside her as his other hand continued to trace over her body.
“May I ask a question of my own?”
“Of course, anything.”
His hand slid down to her belly and rested there.
“Is there something you should be telling me?”
“How did you…?”
“Mi perla, do you really think I didn’t know? As your First Minister, it is my sacred duty to be aware of everything that relates to the safety and security of France.”
She reached up to smooth a stray curl away from his face, her fingers tangling in his hair as their eyes locked.
“You make me happier than I ever dared to believe I could be,” he murmured.
His gaze reminded her of when he was still a Musketeer, staring at her intensely enough to burn through to her soul. Her heart raced, her breath caught, her skin flushed. Just as it had then. Just as she knew it always would, when he was around.
“Aramis, if only we could tell the truth. I want the world to know we are married, that I carry your child.”
“Not long now. We agreed…a couple more months, until your year of mourning is officially over. For Louis’ sake – we don’t want him to think we aren’t showing the late King, the man he believes to be his father, the proper respect.”
“And then?”
He nodded. “And then, we quietly tell those who need to know. It’s not unheard of… don’t forget there was a Queen of England who married again after her husband died, to the Keeper of her Wardrobe no less.”
“Oh yes, she was a French Princess, wasn’t she? Of the old line.”
“That’s right. If she can do it…”
“And then we can be together, just like any other normal married couple?”
“Yes... well, almost.” He grinned at her. “Not every married couple is raising the King of France!”
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Author’s note:
This show is set during a fascinating time in history, which is one of the things I love about it.
I referenced Queen Catherine, the young widow of Henry V of England who really did marry a gentleman of her court - apparently they met when he fell, very drunk, into her lap. They had several children together and went on to found a royal dynasty of their own - the gentleman’s name was Owen Tudor.
Catherine herself was a Valois - the old line of French royalty Anne refers to. After many years of bitter religious wars and the failure of that family to produce a male heir, a new line, the Bourbons, took over the rule of France with Henry IV, the father of Louis XIII, their first King. When Henry, a Protestant, was eventually offered the crown but was told he had to convert to Catholicism to get it, he famously said “Paris vaut une messe,” ie Paris is worth a Mass.
Otherwise: you may remember a headcanon of mine that I wrote about for this couple - a pet name Aramis calls Anne in private - which I took the chance to bring in here.
Hope this will be the start of a new collection of short Annamis fics - I’ve been rewatching the show recently and have quite a few ideas already! Feel free to send me a prompt if you’d like to... I always love to get inspiration from fellow shippers.
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