#he's never seen her in a dress before xD

[shootingmorningstar]

Was inspired by bambygourl’s fanart and a TikTok I saw. Dressing up as Roger and Jessica Rabbit for a costume party with Lucifer. I think he’d be all pouty and grumpy about dressing up as such a silly character and not a suave charming character. Especially since he’d take a look at the white button up, red trousers with suspenders, and blue bow tie with yellow polka-dots and see it as a fashion nightmare XD. And don’t get him started on the bunny ears and tail. Tho his mood is sufficiently uplifted when he sees the reader dressed up as Jessica Rabbit. Low cut red dress with a slit and all. Just imagine pulling on his suspenders or bow tie for a kiss, getting lipstick on his mouth and face, and cooing over how adorable and handsome her honey-bunny is.

I've been meaning to get to this request ever since I saw it because it is just so good. I'm definitely biased for anything Lucifer related but god this is just so cute. Anon, your brain is outstanding. I love pouty Lucifer. If you still have that tiktok on hand or ever come across it again, do you think you could send it my way .ᐣ

You didn't include what kind of request you wanted though, and my default is HCs -- but I couldn't help but throw in a little drabble based on them, too. Or, at least I intended it to be a drabble .ᐣ It got away from me, haha.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Lucifer and Female Reader Dressing

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Up As Roger and Jessica Rabbit ~

Lucifer is initially thrilled when you bring up wanting to attend a famous yearly costume party in Pride with him. A chance to show you off sounds amazing, and he's great with costumes. Just the thought of you two matching is enough to get him excited.

You seemed just as excited as he was -- in fact, he was even more excited when you told him you'd already had something in mind .ᐟ He's pestering you to tell him just what the costumes were as soon as the plan leaves your lips, but much to his displeasure, you refuse, saying you want to keep it a surprise.

You'd even managed to resist the very strongest puppy-dog eyes and pout. Impressive. He usually succeeds in getting his way with that one -- who could ever say no to that face .ᐣ Having exhausted his options, he sighs his defeat.

Well, nearly exhausted his options. He was entirely too ready to pretend that you'd won and snoop through your closet the second you walked away. Apparently his quick glance at said closet had given him away though, and with a quick deadpan stare alongside a scary sounding ❛ don't you dare. ❜ has his feet rooted to the floor.

Did his poker face really suck so bad .ᐣ He's definitely practicing it in the mirror later.

Ultimately, though, he trusts you completely and your choice in matching outfits is no exception, so he allows it to drop for now. There's still a few more days until the party, but that time could be spent much more productively by your side rather than whining about clothing.

That is, until the day of the party comes around and you bring out his outfit. You'd never seen Lucifer's jaw drop quite like that before and it takes iron will to stop yourself from giggling at his present state.

He doesn't understand the reference. Lucifer regrets his past decision to give humanity free will. It's obvious, even if he never seems to say it outright. He had given out such a precious gift and so much of humanity chose to abuse it, to be nothing but cruel. Looking at sinners and by extension humanity is just a terrible reminder of what he'd done, so he prefers to avoid it whenever possible. This quite often includes the media of the living realm -- he's never even heard about the movie, forget seeing it.

So without the full context, all he knows is that you've just handed him an absolutely atrocious outfit -- and to make it worse, you expect him to go out in it .ᐣ Seriously, he whinges, red overalls with a blue bow .ᐣ Rabbit ears .ᐣ And to make it worse, you won't even show him your outfit until he gets dressed .ᐟ He can't believe you're laughing.

He sounds completely and totally ridiculous, in your defense. Seriously, has he seen his regular outfit .ᐣ He looks absolutely stunning, sure -- but he also looks like he walked right out of a circus.

It says a lot, though, that despite the complete and total pity party he's currently throwing himself, he's beginning to shuffle into the costume anyway. He's grumbling the whole way, but the fact that he just doesn't have it in him to say no to you warms your heart.

You had been so, so eager about this party, and the way your eyes had shined like stars when you told him had long since burned itself into his heart.

wc ; 1.2k

His seemingly endless complaints had tapered off ever so slightly when you shimmied his grasp off of the ruby red suspenders sagging unbuttoned over his chest. By the time you take the fabric into your own hands his protests faded to little more than a mumble under his breath, and with the very first snap of a button in place under your gentle touch he'd quieted completely. Where a look of exasperation had reflected off his face seconds prior, in its place now is that of silent awe, his gaze trained on your every action. The gesture of intimacy is enough to leave Lucifer somewhat choked up, his heart still not used to receiving such acts of adoration and kindness. You tie the cornflower blue fabric adorned with tiny yellow spots into a bow to accentuate the costume and cover his hands briefly with your own as you slip the gloves onto his fingers.

Not twenty minutes had passed, and he finds his attitude regarding the ensemble shifting with every second you take to assist him into it. Each and every part of it looks ridiculous at best, but the thought of you picking it out solely for him has him warming up to the idea.

Declaring your work complete, you raise your grasp ever so slightly, palms holding each of his cheeks close, your thumbs rubbing soft little circles below his eyes. Your affections are sufficient only when finished with a kiss placed on his forehead. ❛ I'm going to go get dressed, okay .ᐣ No peeking. I promise I'll be right back. ❜

The way his wrists on instinct dart out to catch yours to bring you close to him again as you pull back nearly got you. He's extended his lips in a pout once more. You hate to leave him quite so sad looking but you know he'll appreciate what you have planned enough for it to be worth it.

Bathroom door shutting closed behind you, there's the smallest bit of lingering regret that he can't help you to get dressed like you had for him. The outfit itself takes you barely a few moments to slip into -- it's the makeup that requires precision, time and effort. His pacing around the bedroom is audible, impatient steps sounding into stomps, the sounds causing you to choke on a laugh. You need a steady hand for your eyeshadow and that's hard to maintain during an act quite as cute as this.

Nonetheless, your look is finished within half an hour and therefore Lucifer is put out of his misery. It's not a second after the door clicks open that his attention is caught, snapped to the light peaking out of the doorway. Stepping into the small hallway, your eyes are met with his own -- and the way his pupils widen as soon as he gets a glance of your dress makes both your efforts and his complaining worthwhile. His gaze takes you in from top to bottom, each detail enchanting him further. The dress so perfectly hugging your curves is crimson to match him and absolutely breathtaking -- and are you walking towards him .ᐣ Your strut does well to accentuate the slit stitched into the leg, your thigh tantalizing in its display.

Finally reclaiming your place beside him, one of your fingers reaches out, finding purchase under his chin -- and when you tilt his head up you swear you saw his eyes flash red. ❛ Hello, my darling husband, ❜ you coo, sending his already overloaded brain into a frenzy. Husband . . .ᐣ You wanted . . .ᐣ With him, really . . .ᐣ And although he's beginning to put the pieces together and clue in that such a term of endearment was part of your match, you seemed so happy to say it. He snaps his focus back onto just how stunning you look tonight, but the idea has firmly implanted itself into the depths of his mind.

Back into the present time, his hands have begun to roam -- he wants to commit every detail of you to memory, and that includes the feeling of your dresses fabric under his fingertips. His grasp is met with your own, for it's not long before you're pulling the straps of his suspenders, tugging him forward into a kiss. By the time he's recovered from his surprise enough to reciprocate, though, you're already beginning to pull away. He chases your lips with a whine but you've already moved on, pressing a kiss first to his cheek and then to his forehead. It's only when you offer him a small compact mirror does he understand -- each of your kisses has left behind a little bit of the lipstick you oh so painstakingly applied. Your marks on his face have left him entranced, desperately craving more.

A gasp rips itself from those same cherry red lips in surprise -- you weren't expecting him to summon forth his tail, much less wrap it around your midsection and use it to bring you closer. ❛ Kiss me again, ❜ He pleads, desperate and breathy. ❛ Anything for my honey bunny, ❜ you chime, matching the mark on his left cheek with one on the right. ❛ You just look so cute, ❜ between each kiss is another offering of praise and compliments, the blush left in your wake matching excellently. ❛ Who's my handsome bunny .ᐣ ❜

Your multitude of kisses has left Lucifer stunned and looking nothing short of angelic -- even more so than usual. You're fully intending on giving him several more, leaning in to do just that when the wall mounted clock besides you chimes a new hours arrival, alerting you to the time. ❛ Oh, dear. I'm very sorry, Mr. Rabbit, but I'm afraid we simply must be going. We don't want to be late, do we .ᐣ ❜

Fixing your lipstick takes all of a few seconds, leaving you free to grab a makeup wipe off the pouch resting atop your vanity and wipe all of the stains you'd adorned his face with away. A snap of his wrist catches yours just inches from his face, however, halting your plans in their tracks. Confused, you look to him for an explanation, a soft ❛ leave them. please .ᐣ ❜ being all he offers you. ❛ You're going to go to the party like this, love .ᐣ ❜ to which he nods sagely. He can't bear to part with them -- not when the lipstick marks are yours, not when they declare proudly that he is yours.

❛ If you say so, honey. ❜ You can't deny that the prospect leaves your heart fluttering. A grand, golden portal appears with a simple snap of his fingers and he takes your arm, now linked with his own in an attempt to usher you forward. He can't wait to show you off, to watch as other demons eyes glow green as they stare his way. You stay still, though, prompting him to look back at you with an air of confusion. It's then that you lean close, whispering ❛ be a good bunny and there will be more where that came from. too bad we'll have to wait until we come home, hmm .ᐣ ❜

Suddenly Lucifer can't wait for this party to be over.

I still can't believe I'd originally intended this to be 100 words and it ended up over a thousand. I can't help it, I'm so weak for anything Lucifer related. I'm half tempted to write an absolutely filthy post party part 2. If there's enough demand for it .ᐣ I just might.

As always, let me know what you think .ᐣ Hearing back from you guys keeps me motivated ~

#hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #admin kitty #i want to fuck this old man so bad #sorry #no im not #not at all #girl help this prompt is actually rotting my brain #i will forever and always write lucifer as a loverboy. #always. #cause he is #he's so good old fashioned lover boy coded #ok im done now #lover boy lucifer morningstar #hes such a wifeguy #it kills me

[aliciagemsilica]

Diasomnia Boy gift s/o an evening gown to attend the NRC & RSA ball tgt Headcanon

Following from my dress sketch design if you haven’t seen it here . They are base from Glorious Masquerade & Playful land events. Basically a sequence I imagine while drawing the dresses XD I also want to mention that when it’s finish 🥺 you can draw it on your oc and even tweak a bit detail to fit your Yuu or OC. It’s meant to be share with everyone, not just my Yuu.

⚠️ Bad English……. I have no idea what is grammar . 😂

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Imagine a ball between NRC and RSA happening maybe sometime after chapter 7. All students are invited but you are troubling since you have no dress to wear. And for the love of the great seven. Your beloved head master, Crowley just allowed you to join in your NRC uniform……….. great! So much for your kindness!!

Guess who will be the photographer and a background character on this event…..hahaha………

Well maybe you whine too much in front of the wishing well. Someone comes up with a plan. A plan that would make you believe in a fairytale once again!

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𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔲𝔰 🐉

You had to be blind to not suspect anything……

Lately Mal is a bit touchy. Not that he isn’t normally but this is different. Sometimes he holds your wrist while mumbles something while going on a night stroll. Sometimes he stares at you and gets lost in his thoughts. He even stands just in front of you and tries to lift you up once.

You are so confused and a bit embarrassed when he asks about your height so you call for support. The Diasomnia’s family counselor aka. Lilia Vanrouge. You went all the way to Diasomnia dorm without telling anyone and sneak in to see Lilia.

But

…….

…..

…………

Is he………….

Is he dancing with a dress just now??

Surprisingly you just witness your dragon boyfriend practicing a dance with a beautiful dress. He hummed ‘that song’ while spinning with the dress. What a beautiful princess gown with dark green silk. It looks so shiny and smooth, something that would delicately touch her skin while being held in that big palm. Imagine how soft that hand craft lace feels when on your chest. He did not spare any piece of jewellery from his procession. He keep bring in dazzling earrings and necklaces to test it with the gown. He would have use the heart of his collection to craft a piece of accessories for you if he doesn’t want to save it for something later in the year. You can see a magical golden thread and needle weaving delicate patterns on the skirt as he continues the dance. Every angle……Every turn………..Malleus is creating a masterpiece. He did it………..for you…….for his princess.

Your face is burning from the love of this dragon fae. Why does he have to put so much effort into it.

Oh no………now you a mess

You open the Pandora box too early and now you have to live with it while pretending not to know a thing until the day. You bit your lip as Mal smoothly tug a strain of hair behind your ears. You can now understand what he mumbles about……rose gold? Sunshine gold? May be one of his grandma’s jewellery set?? (Oh god no…….that’s tooo far for the first gown Mal lol)

Your heart beat so fast until the evening of the event. Malleus play cool by teasing you and being a nice partner who prepare a gift for you.

Boom! You are now in a matching dress. So those Raven feathers on the hip are supposed to match his shoulder then ah………..you are about to take off the veil since it looks like a bride. Before Malleus could turn grumpy…..Sebek yell and lecturing you about how talented Wakasama are! You human dare to question his sense of fashion? Outrageous! Just because he love you doesn’t mean you can ruin his days of afford to perfect this dress

Woops………tongue slip

Well it’s not like you never know anyway. Just pretend to be surprise so Sebek won’t get a lightning strike okay?

Bonus : she doesn’t want to point out that when she accidentally saw Malleus weaving that dress……. his tail wagging. It’s a secret she gonna take to her grave though

Bonus 2 : Lilia does notice that and brag about how adorable Malleus is. How Malleus has grown to fit in the society in front of the other dorm leader………..Oopsie

Bonus 3 : Malleus learn the hard way not to miss the meeting

𝕷𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆 🦇

Have you heard of the story of the fairy godmother in Cinderella? Well he won’t just roll out and sing bib bi di bub bi di bo and bang! A nice new dress for you. The old man planned while cuddling you in bed……in sofa…..in the gaming chair(?)

He pretends to be busy with something and hasn't listened to you. Even play dumb and say you look cute in the school uniform. Well it’s not totally a lie since he thinks it’s adorable. Why would he poke on your cheek and nibble your neck while you are in your uniform if it’s not because you are so cute to him.

The truth is, this old bat is as excited as you. He lived through the war time and never got a chance to enjoy a leisure party before. Well it’s just a joint event of 2 schools. It can't compare with how grand the royal ball of the Briar valley held a ball but this is the first time he is going to have his lover join him. He doesn’t have to be alert from enemies. Doesn’t have to command his subordinates to search all the parties involved in this event. Just lay back enjoy the day with you.

He had been trying to recreate that dress in his memories just for you. It was around……..hundred? Two hundred?? Year ago??? He walked past this girl on the street and was stunned by her attire. It’s an elegant dress with black velvet and green emerald. Soft flare neckline covered the black corset. Enough skin to show your radiant but not too much.

Well, He was allowed to give you some hickeys before the day of the ball. It got enough fabric to cover all his naughtiness. Wink*

However he was troubled with the skirt since he only remembered just part of it flowing past him. He argued if it’s short or long skirt. He was going back and forth and even tried to summon multiple dresses to compare them…….Then before the final day. He just uses his sense of style to bring it together. Of cause ! Who do you think he is, if not the cutest boy in NRC ? (Self proclaimed……)

He smiles so proudly with your flushed cheek as he teases you. As you put on a golden belt with a bat and thorn on. This is the perfect dress for you. His baby bat. He should had prepare a ring for this big day but well…….there are plenty time for that

Bonus : He pick a perfume for you today and as you dance with him on the floor. It’s totally Lilia’s scent///

This is very long………..more than I expected

I’ll continue Silver & Sebek in part 2 then 😂 sorry I’m so into it with my oshi! I’ll try pack in other dorm in one post! Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoy!!

#twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst yuu #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge x reader #malleus draconia x reader #bad english #I’m writing before I’m about to go to bed so …….idk what’s happening here haha #I never ever write headconns in eng before this is my first time please spare me

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Seven Minutes

Y/N’s crush on her boss is obvious to everyone, including his co-stars, leading the two into some sticky situations.

Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

2.4k Words

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, nudity, flirting, praise

An: Thank you so much for the requests!! I really love the Assistant!Au and would love to continue it, specifically with Bam! I would love to see how he would mess with and push around our lovely assistant Y/N XD Anyways, keep sending those requests and let me know what you think!

Clutching your little brown clipboard, you were nearly shaking as you gazed up at the piece of paper sloppily scotch taped to the white trailer door. One would’ve thought that the first name on the billing would be treated with a little more prestige. You had no idea how you got the job, really. Horribly under qualified, virtually zero experience- a real combination for success. I mean, before today, you’d never stepped foot on a movie set, and here you were, Y/N: assistant to the stars. More than that, according to what Paramount told you, you would be an assistant to America’s favorite hot lunatic: Johnny Knoxville. You hadn’t seen a thing he was in, but from what you gathered, teenagers thought of him as the modern PT Barnum, while the churchgoing growd called him the devil incarnate, and you were going to be working under him. Timidly reaching out, you knocked a few times on the trailer to no answer. “Hey, uh- Johnny! Jeff needs you on set soon!” After maybe thirty seconds of waiting and no answer, you decided to try the handle, assuming he was too busy doing whatever movie stars do and just couldn’t hear you.

Boy, did you get an eyeful. There, standing in that silent trailer with his clothes draped over a chair, was the man himself, naked as a jaybird and without a care in the world that you saw him. He was all tanned muscle, Hollywood man meat. You, on the other hand, felt heat rush to your cheeks as your eyes swelled to the size of dinner plates. Stuttering out an apology, you turned away, “Oh! Oh my god, I am-“ Completely unphased, Johnny continued getting dressed, talking to you like he was talking about something as simple as taking out the trash. “Hold on a sec. Just gotta get some clothes on…” Does this happen often with movie stars, or only to him? It had to, you thought, based on how relaxed he was to be naked in front of a total stranger. Is he naked in front of strangers often? All you could do was face the wall of the trailer as your mind went wild, the heat flooding in from outside through the still open door doing nothing to aid the sweat you were already breaking. Your train of thought was brought to a screeching halt when you heard the metallic jingling of Johnny doing up his belt behind you, bringing to mind a flood of thoughts that you weren't exactly proud of. Still, you couldn’t help the urge to sneak another look at his half clothed body but you quickly turned back.

As sneaky as you thought you were being, Johnny noticed your little glance and, more than that, he didn’t seem to mind. Cracking a smirk at the events that were unfolding in front of him, he couldn’t help but want to tease this sweet little assistant of his a bit more. You didn’t even know he was dressed until you felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned around, nearly nose to nose with him while Johnny was still buttoning up his shirt with one hand, sporting that knowing, crooked smile. God, you practically fainted when he spoke, his voice barely above a murmur, “You needed somethin’?” Well yes, there was something you needed, but you weren't going to say that sort of thing out loud, much less to your boss on your first day. Too flustered to articulate yourself, you gestured for him to take a couple steps back, which he complied with, before you attempted to compose yourself, “U- uh…Jeff, he- uh, he asked me to get you for that- that Toro Totter stunt today…”

Johnny loved that you remembered his coffee order, even though that was a part of your job. Not that it was hard to remember- black coffee with two sugars. Every morning when you met up with him on set, you’d tell him good morning when you handed him the steaming hot styrofoam cup, and Johnny would take it from you with a smile that was still tired from partying the night before. He’d take a long sip and get this charmed look on his face and make some joke about how he couldn't believe that you remembered his order. As you worked with him longer and you started growing closer, he would tack on an appreciative, “Atta’ girl!” and reach out to rub your back or ruffle your hair. All the guys on set would whisper and joke about the two of you, especially Bam, who no matter how many times it was explained to him, still couldn’t get why Knoxville hadn’t ‘tapped that’. You didn’t care to admit how much you liked when Johnny treated you like that- all affectionately. Maybe you were nervous about working with a big movie star and really needed some approval to keep you going. On the other hand, you had been busting your ass for the past month making sure everything on set went as smoothly as possible, so it could also be that you felt like you needed the recognition. But most likely, you just liked hearing those words come from Johnny’s mouth.

So that’s why you went up to see him in his motel room. Well, that and he was half an hour late and Jeff wanted you to find out why the hell he hadn’t shown up on set. Carrying the well creased list of stunts for the day in your pocket, you walked through the dingy hallways of the cheap place the cast was set up at, carefully stepping over where Steve-O was passed out, drooling face down on the carpet. After finding Johnny’s door, you knocked on the cheap plywood and it swung open without resistance. Wondering what was with this guy and leaving doors open, you timidly called out into the room, “Uh, is everything alright, Joh-?“ Well, that explains why he hadn’t shown up- he wasn’t even out of bed. Shifting slightly at your noise, Johnny sat up with a groan, rubbing the back of his head as the sheets that covered his torso slid down to pool at his hips. “M’fine…god, just- just c'mere.” As he waved you over, patting the side of the bed for you to sit down, you couldn’t help but stare at him now that you were close enough to feel the heat radiating off of his body, and especially since you had more time to look him over. The cheap, frameless bed creaked under you as you sat down next to him on top of the sheets, fiddling with your hands. Johnny, who saw the paper sticking out from the front pocket of your jeans, snaked an arm past your hips nonchalantly to grab it, unfolding it with his muscular arm still around you.

He looked over the list, blinking groggily and quietly commenting about some stunts they should shuffle around to make the day run smoother or how he would change some setups. There was no way in hell you would be able to pay attention to anything that was coming out of his mouth. God, you were awful. It was like the second you got within five feet of him, your brain started slipping out of your ears. Still dazed, you were shaken out of your trance when Johnny wordlessly grabbed the coffee from your hands, bringing it to his lips and taking a drink. The corners of his eyes crinkled up when he swallowed deeply, his voice rough as he slid his arm up to squeeze your shoulder affectionately with a warm smile, “That’s my girl.”

He played you like a fiddle, goddamn it, and you were helpless to do anything about it. He just really got a kick out of messing with you, batting you around like the way a cat plays with its food before it eats it. Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the cast who, although you had mostly ignored their comments and jeering, found your nervous reactions even more entertaining than Johnny did. They’d go out of their way to get you and him into situations where you would be forced to be in close proximity, but because of how often they pulled these pranks and your inexperience working on set, you couldn’t always tell the difference between when you were really needed for something or when they were trying to mess with you, so you naively complied with their requests every time. That’s how you got into situations like this.

“Hey, Y/N!” Steve called to you in passing on set one day, “Can’y grab a couple’a those cowboy hats from wardrobe?” Usually you only tended to what Johnny asked you to do, but since it was a pretty innocuous request, and you had nothing to do, you didn’t give it a second thought as you made your way to the costume department. It wasn't so much of a department as it was a small closet. In the past, the guys made jokes about getting you all dressed up in some skimpy outfit to sit in the background of a stunt on the basis that they really needed some sex appeal in the new movie, so you took a few peeks in there out of curiosity. This is all to say that you knew about it. What you didn’t know, however, was that at the same time Steve was sending you off, Chris was asking the same question to Johnny. See, this was a well coordinated attack, and if there was only one thing these bumbling idiots could coordinate together to do, it was fucking with people.

As soon as you hurriedly stumbled into the dark closet, you bumped face first into something warm which you quickly realized was a person, leaving you a little dazed before the door loudly slammed shut behind you, making you jump a little. The only noise you heard was snickering, courtesy of Bam, who had hidden barely out of sight when you walked in and jammed a chair under the handle of the door. There was only one person you would end up in there with, “Oh, come on, guys!” The familiar southern drawl in his voice made your stomach jump as you recognized Johnny who, while he was trying not to make his annoyance apparent, leaned around you to knock on the door as he yelled to the guys on the other side, “I gotta be on set in five- Jeff’s gonna kill me!” Still, nothing but snickers. You began to realize exactly how close your body was to his- Johnny didn’t even seem to notice nor care that your face was nearly buried in his chest, but you were so freaked out that you could bring your mouth to move or make any noise. It wasn’t until he groaned, leaning back to sit on a costume trunk in front of you that you took a breath.

“Well, we might be here a while…” Johnny mused, and while you couldn’t see it, you definitely heard the smile in his voice as he continued, “Y’know this kinda reminds me a lot of that game- seven minutes in heaven?” Of course you knew what he was talking about, and you would be an idiot to pass this kind of thing up. Unfortunately, under these conditions, you kind of became one. “I, uh- I’ve never played that- that game before…” Well, it wasn't a lie- you really hadn’t, but you knew what he meant. Your response was a half hearted stammer, your heart pounding so hard that you half expected it to thrum out of your chest, cartoon style, and you were sure he could feel it. You were aware he was getting a kick out of your nervousness, but you weren't exactly sure how to feel about that. Johnny’s voice slipped into that low, teasing register as he met your eyes, leaning towards you. “I could always teach you.” You practically let out a squeak at his suggestion. Oh god, it’s happening. He wanted to kiss you, didn’t he? Your brain struggled to form words, but luckily Johnny broke the tension before you dropped dead from the little game he was playing with you. Flashing a playful smile, he chuckled reassuringly, “Ah, I’m just messin’ with ya.”

There was something warm, something comforting and infectious that followed Johnny around wherever he went- a product of his charisma, surely, that just put everyone at ease. Well, everyone except you, but even now that was starting to change. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’ve gotta little crush on me, Y/N.” You thanked the darkness for giving you an excuse not to look him in the eyes, because otherwise he’d find it cute and probably do that thing they do in romance movies- where the guy tilts the girl’s chin up a little, and if he did that then you would be as good as a puddle on the ground. “O-oh, really?” Part of you was tempted to ask if it was that obvious, but you were unfortunately not that bold. “Mmhm. And lucky for me too, cause I was itchin’ to get an opportunity to ask you about gettin’ drinks sometime! Guess that makes my job a little easier, right?” Trying to be slick, Johnny put his arm on the door behind you and leaned, assuming it was still locked. However, against all assumptions, the door of the closet flew open, and as you were still startled from how he just so nonchalantly asked you out, your stiff body tumbled backward, landing flat on your behind. While you were talking, Bam apparently got bored when the ‘action’ hadn’t started, so he got up and left, taking the chair with him. Panicking and confused, the first thing Johnny did was lean down, giving you his hand, “Oh shit, Y/N! You alright?” In any other situation, the genuine concern in his voice and the feeling of his large, warm hand wrapping around yours protectively would be enough to get you weak at the knees, but your mind was elsewhere. Hell, you didn’t even care about how sore you felt as you stumbled to stand, tripping over your own words, “I’m fine, yeah! A, uh- a date! Drinks- that would be great!”

#jackass #johnny knoxville #bam margera #steve o #chris pontius #jackass fanfiction #jackass fanfic #fluff #jackass x reader #johnny knoxville x reader #this is so self indulgent but idc

[theshelbyclan]

Meet the parents

Summary: Your parents want to meet Tommy, after realising you’ve been sneaking off to see him, but you’re a little afraid of whether he’ll behave 

A/N: I just wanted to write the little piece, that’s literally all there’s too it XD Set around season 1, pure fluff and a little smut (Also, I’ve never written any form of smut before so be kind). Here we go!

Words: 2224

*****

“My parents want to meet you.”

Tommy blinked a few times, which made you realise you’d spoken out loud.

“It’s... Uhm...” you stumbled now, unsure of how to continue, “It’s just... I’ve been mentioning you, so they want to meet you.”

He smoked his cigarette in silence and finally said, “You’ve been mentioning me, eh?”

“They kept on asking, about where I went at night.”

“And what did you tell them?”

Somehow, his tone made you nervous, “That I was meeting up with a man.”

Suddenly, a sort of boyish mischievous glint came into his eyes, “And did you tell them what we usually do when we meet up?”

“No,” you blushed, “of course not.”

Tommy smiled and thought about how adorable you looked when embarrassed, “Better not.”

“So?” you asked again.

“So, tomorrow. 6 PM.” And with that, he’d put on his cap and walked out.

*****

It had only been a few months after the boys came back from France. You remembered that day so well: silently, they’d poured back into Birmingham, but they were like ghosts. So many boys who went off were absent now, but the men that had returned? They’d died too.

Your brother never made it back from France. Every day, you mourned him still, but life was too hectic for you to dwell on it. He’d told you, just before he left, “Remember to keep on living!” And so you did, with Thomas Shelby.

Without attracting too much attention to yourself, you walked through the lane, on your way to work in one of the shops. Before the war, and during of course, you’d worked in the factory, but Tommy didn’t want you to anymore. After he’d come back, he often decidedly little things like that for you, without many words. But you didn’t mind.

“Good morning,” you greeted one of your regular customers, who was already waiting by the door for you to open up, “I’ll be right with you, alright? I just need to sign this...” and you showed her the way into the shop.

You prided yourself on not being particularly noteworthy. You weren’t pretty, but not ugly either. You never had the best jokes or the most courage. Most people assumed you weren’t all that interesting and you definitely weren’t the most intelligent girl in Small Heath. But you were stable and practical, and a good cook. Or, at least, that was how you saw yourself.

Tommy entered the shops, just as your workday was coming to an end. When he looked at you, he saw something else entirely than your own self-image. From the second he’d seen you walk by, back when he was only fifteen, he’d taken note of you. To him, you were radiant. Not pretty and therefore easily replaced by some other pretty girl, not sassy or smart, trying to attract attention all the time, but you could light up the room without saying a word. And whenever you were near him, he felt calm. Maybe it was because you were so practical, but on Tommy it had the effect of him wanting to make an impression upon you, all the time. So he’d take you out, properly, he’d have gifts delivered to you and he would impulsively take you down to a special place near the Cut, just so you could be kids again, if only for a moment. You made him light, with all your simplicity. You made him at ease.

And so Tommy stood watching you, until you’d finished with a customer. Then he said, “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” you smiled, feeling his excitement radiating through those two words, “I’m not finished here yet.”

“Close up,” he urged, “We still have another hour before we have tea with your parents.”

“Tea?” you joked, eyes sparkling.

He smiled broadly and took you hand, but you protested, “I have to get changed first! Can’t meet them dressed like this.”

“Why?” Tommy furrowed his brows, “You’re perfect. Besides, your fancy clothes are only going to get messed up again, eh?”

Knowing exactly what he wanted then, you followed him out the shop, hastily locking up. Almost skipping, you followed him through the streets. He looked around to see if anyone was watching the two of you, but you didn’t care at this point. Your heart was beating in your chest for the excitement.

Under the bridge, he immediately pushed you up against the wall and went in for a deep kiss.

“Tommy!” You giggled, “What if anyone sees?”

“Let them fucking watch,” he growled in your ear and at once he made good on his statement by hiking up your skirt.

His hand made his way up your leg, around your thigh, searching frantically almost. And when he’d found your panties and touched you carefully, he grinned, “So, it’s not just me who’s been yearning for this all day...”

Like you’d been caught out, you blushed again. You’d felt yourself get wet the second he’d taken you from the shops and he was all you wanted now.

“Fuck...” he breathed, “All this, for some simple gypsy boy, eh?”

“You’re the most powerful man in Birmingham,” you replied, between moans.

“Yes,” he sounded a little breathless as his hand dipped into your panties, “And you fucking love it.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but as you did, he pushed two fingers inside of you, while rubbing your clit with his thumb. No words came out.

“Tommy...” you whispered, as you felt the stress and exhaustion of the day falling off of you. The warm sensation of pleasure seemed to engulf you, as he slowly moved inside of you. You opened your eyes for a second and saw him watching you.

For a second, he stopped and commented, “Fuck, you are beautiful.”

“That’s all well and good,” you replied, a little annoyed, but also not really, “but would you mind continuing?”

Tommy’s eyebrows shot up, “Very well.” And with that, he grabbed your legs, lifted you off the ground and draped them around his waist. You yelped out and the suddenness of his motion and he laughed along with you. And there he was again: the careless gypsy boy you loved so much.

With your back against the wall, he supported you with one hand and undid his trousers with the other. Meanwhile, he kissed you wildly, like he wouldn’t last another minute without it.

“Do you want me?” he questioned playfully in a low voice.

“Fuck, yes.” You were desperate for it now.

And so was he. Tommy pushed his cock inside of you, gently but certain. At once, a moan escaped your mouth. With a smug face, Tommy started bouncing you up and down in a perfect rhythm.

The sensation washed over you. Clinging onto his neck, you grabbed his hair and buried your face into his shoulder, to keep yourself from calling out. His movements were getting faster and you realised this wouldn’t take long. He did too, but always the gentleman, he took one of your hands and guided it down onto your clit.

“You first,” he ordered, as he traced a hand down your back. It felt like electricity running down your spine.

As you carefully rubbed your clit, Tommy adjusted his speed a little, not wanting to cum before you did.

But is wasn’t necessary. You felt the pressure building up in your abdomen and the familiar tingling sensation working its way down your legs. “Faster,” you ordered him about now, “Fuck, Tommy, make me cum hard!”

And apparently, just your words were enough for him. As he picked up the pace again, and you felt your orgasm take over, so did he. You arched your back and let your head fall back, as your muscles clenched around his cock. Another spasm went through you when he pushed in as deep as he could and ejaculated inside of you.

“Fuck...” he could only breathe, “Fucking hell, what are you doing to me? I’m like some fucking boy again, hardly able to fucking contain myself...”

“Me?” you laughed, after you’d gained your breath again, “What are you doing to me! I was a respectable girl once and now I’m being fucked under the bridge by a gangster!”

“Respectable, eh?” He smirked, after lifting you down from his waist and turning you around to hug you against his chest. Which was good, because standing was still a little hard at the moment. “There’s nothing much respectable about either of us.”

“Yes, there is!” you frowned, “Or there better be soon, because we’re expected at my parents any minute now.”

Tommy lit a cigarette and let his chin rest on your shoulder, “Or we could stay here. Go again. Your parents can fucking wait.”

“No, they can’t,” you said strictly.

He sighed in an almost disappointed manner.

“Maybe afterwards,” you smirked a little.

“Oh, well in that case!” He took your hand and marched off like a man on a mission, “Let’s go meet the parents! Come on, I haven’t got all day!”

*****

As soon as your mum had opened the door, Tommy had put on a big smile you hardly saw these days anymore. For a second, it had made you stumble for words. He’d introduced himself politely to both your parents and even told a few jokes to your younger siblings. He’d complimented the food, offered to help and had been an absolute gentleman throughout. You had no idea how to respond to any of it, but it wasn’t unpleasant by any means.

Only once, you got nervous. After dinner, your father asked, “We of course have heard of what you do, Mr. Shelby. Is it all true?”

Tommy cleared his throat, “People like to tell a lot of stories about me. Most are not true.”

“I don’t believe they are,” your mother reacted quickly, “You seem too sweet to be a menace.”

You send Tommy a look that said: Bravo, you’ve won her over.

Politely, Tommy smiled at her. But your father wanted to know more, “What is it that you do, exactly?”

“I’m just a simple man, a working man, just like you, Mister,” Tommy waved a hand, “And all I want is to make my business a successful one, and if I can make Small Heath a little bit safer in the process, that’s even better. You see, some people may call me a gangster or a criminal, but I look out for my own people. We’ve had it hard here, especially after the war, very hard. I want to make this place, my home, a better place and in doing so, I need to make sure some things change around here. We’ve had enough trouble with the big bosses and the police and petty gangs around here: I’m changing all that. And with Y/N by my side, her wisdom and down-to-earth guidance, I’m sure I can make a change.”

And just like that, he’d won your dad over as well.

After dinner was over, Tommy talked to your father some more in the front room. Your mum wanted to talk to you. She was as practical as you were, “Will he make an honest woman out of you?”

You looked over at Thomas Shelby for a minute and nodded, “I think he will.”

“Good,” she said, “And then maybe you can make him honest too.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” you laughed a little, “Tommy does what Tommy wants, and there’s no one who can change him.”

“I think you can...” your mother mused, “But I think he already is a good boy, deep down.”

*****

It was still early when the two of you left the small house again. Tommy smoked silently and you walked alongside him.

“So, how did I do?” he asked casually.

“Not bad!” you complimented, “Mum even called you a ‘good boy’.”

Tommy shot you a look like that was one of the most offensive things he’d heard in a long time.

You smiled fondly at him, “I think she’s right.”

“Good boy...” he grumbled, “I’ll fucking show you ‘good boy’ in a second!” But he winked when he met your eye.

“It’s cold...” you complained a little.

Tommy took your hand, “Are your hands cold?” And he put both his and your hand into the pocket on his long coat. It was the smallest of gestures but it warmed you right up.

You leaned into him and whispered, “Let’s not go back to the bridge?”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to fuck under a bridge in the cold... do you want us to do it there forever? Always hasty?”

“Nope,” he said matter-of-factly, “When we get married, we’ll get our own house. And as my wife, I’ll fuck you on a satin pillow, every day, like a princess.”

“So, pretend we’re married already?”you ventured. Because honestly, sometimes it felt like you couldn’t wait another day to become Mrs. Shelby.

He locked eyes with you and pursed his lips a little. And you pressed on, “You’ve met my parents already. I mean, it’s practically done.”

Tommy stopped in the middle of the streets and thought about it for a while. Then he decided, “Alright. But I just need to make a small stop on the way.”

“What for?”

“To get a satin pillow!”

*****

Masterlist

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #peaky #peaky blinders fandom #peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders fluff #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #peaky blinders smut #theshelbyclan #meeting the parents #young tommy #cillian murphy

[i-didnt-do-1t]

Newsies Goil

“Dat goil over there s called Emma.” Jack says pointing her out to Racetrack.

The newsie goil was far better than that bitch Sarah, who fooled CowBoy and then cheated on him.

“I’s love you.” Emma said and Jack smiled at her.

“I love that you’se a Newsie Goil. Dat’s so much better than Sarah. I’s love you too.”

Too show his love, Jack begins to serenade her.

“Wow.” She says. “I never knew you could play the piano.

“I’m full of surprises.” Jack says back with a wink. “Did you know that I have enough money for a wedding. You can get a dress and be the prettiest goil there.”

“I don’t wanna wear a dress.” She says frowning. “Those are so girly.”

Jack laughs and keeps singing Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.

“Yous is right bout dat.” He says. “That’s like you wearing make up.”

They both laugh at his joke as they both know she doesn’t wear make up like Sarah to try and impress the boys. Her face is naturally pale and flawless with her green eyes bright even with no mascara.

She watches intensely as Jack keeps playing the piano. He must still be sad about Sarah cheating on him with Blink and Skittery two separate times she thinks, because how much emotion he puts into the song as his eyes tear up.

Tears start to stream down his cheeks as he sings about ice in her soul and Emma wants to hug him.

Her raven black hair covers her face as she looks down. She likes to stand like this so no one can see how ugly she is although she always has boys chasing her. She doesn’t understand why.

Jack finishes his song and she doesn’t look up.

“I won’t cheat on you like dat bitch Sarah.”

“I trust you.” Jack says and they kiss.

Jack goes home to tell davey and the other boys that he’s in love.

Emma is about to leave to but then she spots a man in the corner. One she never thought she’d see again.

Morris Delancey. A bully of the newsies.

She quickly tucked her hair under her hat to disguise herself as a boy again like she did for a year, it always helped her sell the most papers when she pretended to be a boy, especially because there were no goil newsies.

she was surprised when Morris started to cry.

“What’s wrong.” She asked trying to keep her voice low to disguise she was a girl, it was difficult because her long eyelashes could give her away so she had to disguise everything good.

“I don’t need no help from a newsie.” Morris says but his eyes are sad.

She hates him for hurting her friends but she feels bad for him also.

She decides to help him because if she wanted to she could beat him in a fight. She would take the chance at talk to him.

She did it last week when he had made a comment at Jack, the love of her life. She had punched his r face and broke his nose and was too fast for him.

“Even delanceys can get sad.” She says as comfort and he nods. “What’s wrong.”

“Ise in love with the prettiest girl I ever seen with raven black hair and green eyes. She’s 4 ft 5 inches but she disappeared before I could tell her I love her.”

Emma gasps. There’s no way he can be talking about her can he??

But she is that short she thinks. She always needs Mush’s help to climb into her bunk and reach things cause she’s too tiny.

It’s hard being the only news goil.

——-

Pops head up from behind walls

Waves. Hi guys sorry it’s been a few months-

Spot: a few months! Dat ain’t good enough goil the people was waiting

Me: I knowwwww

Didn’t watch newsies for a bit

Jack, looking offended but ripped: I thought you loved me

(My eyes tear up) ignore him!!

Anyway I’m back in newsies now and the next chapter is comingsooooon

Spot: (rolls his eyes)

Me: hey! Don’t roll your eyes at me! I could kill you off.

(Takes deep breath and smooths out shirt)

*anyway* should be back with the next update soon!!

Rawr XD (rolls out on mini convertible)

#newsies #jack kelly #92sies #Sarah jacobs #Morris delancey #pls know this is satire #early 2000s #fics beloved

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 || 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one: the albatross

part two: little old her

part three: no name yet

Summary_ As the force awakens, what you know as the truth starts to crumble and the sudden change of emotions for Kylo Ren also interfere with your destiny.

Warnings_ age gap? lol (reader 20, Kylo 28), slowburn, ? to almost lovers to enemies to lovers xd, eventual angst, fluff and dramaaa

A/N_ this is exactly how I imagine myself in the Skywalker Saga bye. song recs: the albatross (Taylor Swift) and psycho (EMM).

♪ ♫ my Adam playlist (awful) ✰ index (masterlist/ other works there)

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There was a crack in the glass. A straight line was visible in the glass separating you from the stars. Was it dangerous enough to break the whole thing with pressure? Not your business. You had been part of the First Order long enough to know that by the next days over, that crack was going to be gone. They cared a lot about their surroundings. No wonder why their floors were always shiny and squeaky.

A pair of boots can be heard. You remain looking at the glass. The pair of boots do not sound squeaky against the black floors. These are angry steps, confident and threatening.

“You were expected to lead a division of stormtroopers along Phasma. I was clear enough about meeting you in Jakku” Kylo Ren says through his well-known modulated voice. You can hear his breathing, he’s angry.

In four years of knowing him, you got used to his terrible anger control. So you remained calm. Or at least tried to do so.

“And you knew that I had an important dinner in Canto Bight. Supreme Leader Snoke said you were notified of my departure.” You respect him, a lot. But ever since you were saved by The First Order at eleven years old, Snoke told you to cover your face until you were old enough to show your face to the galaxy. Whatever that meant, you obeyed him. And refused to turn around and face the masked man. On rare occasions, you had seen his face, as well for him. It was a weird dynamic.

“Supreme Leader Snoke might have the last word, but you always come and report to me first, not him.” You sigh, tired of never being able to get a compliment from him. Four years, and you feel like time has slowly passed. You have so much to give, but nothing to rely on that thought.

“This is the last time I want to hear about you not following my command. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Master Ren.”

There’s more. You already know that little pause he tends to make before adding more.

“Dinner is over, get changed and ready. The map to Skywalker is in a droid, it should be back with us soon.”

He leaves and you finally turn, looking at his tall and imposing figure walking away. Then you look down, checking at your dress, all black and covering you. You liked feeling dressed up, wearing heels, using exotic makeup, and letting your hair free. But you weren’t a fancy woman of Canto Bight, you were a force user with a military ranking in The First Order. You were a young woman who knew nothing other than lies, which remained unknown to you. But not for so long…

…

You look at General Hux and your master arguing once again. The BB unit droid being unable to be found was transforming into a big issue for everyone. You hadn’t had time to train, you just looked at your superiors sending daggers through each other’s eyes. When Ren left, you walked towards Hux. You notice how tense and tired he is, holding his serious and professional facade as long as he can.

“How can you stand him after all this time? I’ve been here longer than him, but I haven’t known him long enough like you” The red-haired man makes a face of disgust at your words.

“I’ve learned to not care enough, I just care about Snoke preferring my techniques rather than his. After all, he is just the Supreme Leader’s puppet” You frown, but you then remember. Snoke took Ben Solo under his wing, there was no Kylo Ren before. You were still eleven when he joined, he had killed the original leader of the knights of Ren and everyone started fearing him. Except for Hux who was just starting to lead his father’s legacy at the time.

“Do you think I’m a puppet as well?” Hux shrugs, then looks at you. He has known you since you were a teenager and he was a young adult. For some reason, he knows you very well.

“I cannot tell what you are to Snoke. But you are Ren’s albatross” he says, making you smile. You avoided causing trouble, but it was evident that all you did was annoy your master, instead of bonding with him like you wanted. Because Phasma was not mean to you, Hux was something like a friend, but you wanted to not feel alone. You wanted to feel the warmth of a bond.

“All I want is from him is to not make me feel like a burden”

“Stop caring about what he thinks. Your goal should be to prove yourself to Snoke”

Maybe he’s right.

…

Hux's advice keeps coming back to your thoughts. You shut your thoughts to your master, who is sitting beside you, piloting a ship.

“Was the next step in my training necessary to be outside of the Starkiller base?” Later that day, Ren and you met with Snoke. His hologram assured you were ready to take another step in your training. Then your master literally dragged you to a ship and quietly started a route unknown to you.

“Yes.” He says uninterested, mask fixated on the control of the ship.

“Oh.”

He takes a small glimpse of you. Your black attire partially covers your face with a delicate transparent fabric, it was difficult to see if he had given you bruises over the years of training. You have sad eyes, and he can’t help but feel a little like the cause of it. He doesn’t hate you like you believe. It just was so fucking difficult to have someone under his mentorship when Kylo Ren himself still felt like his training wasn’t over.

“Can you still see your surroundings if you cover your eyes with that thing?” He suddenly asks, making you frown in confusion.

“Uhh… yes. Why?”

“It’ll be better if you cover your whole face when we get to our destination?” He made you believe it was to be in disguise but actually, it was because he was taking you to a place that was used by ancient Jedis. Snoke couldn’t know where the mission happened, just that it was completed. He was taken there by his father when he was a kid. Ren knew he shouldn't be there, but something from the place was calling him.

“Oh, okay.” You limit yourself to say. He nods and you know you are in Dantooine once he enters the planet. There is an orange sunset covering the empty land. It was only a field that you saw after your master carefully and perfectly landed the ship.

“Master Ren, this is beautiful.” You say as soon as your boots touch the yellow grass, breathing the fresh and almost pure air.

“This isn’t the reason why I brought you here”

He can see some strands of your hair flying around the edges of the fabric covering your face. He can sense you are in a state of pure relaxation. It surprises him to see you like this. Even he feels… peace?

“Aren’t we gonna train here?” He sighs under his helmet.

“Follow me.” He guides you towards the little mountain. It’s a simple hike. At the top, there’s a curve and the entrance of a cave. He gestures for you to walk inside. It confuses you enough to frown and stop moving.

“You want me to go in?” You just know he is rolling his eyes inside the helmet.

“Correct. You go alone and pick a crystal. Remember… you’ll know once it’s calling you” You can’t hide your surprise. But knowing who your master is, you just nod, entering the cave. The day you would build your lightsaber was coming, but it shocked you to know it was already happening.

As soon as you start venturing inside the cave, some crystals start sparkling in blue, yellow, dark green, purple, and indigo. The force feels incredibly strong inside the cave. And you know that isn’t how the dark side feels. It was peace, balance, order. Some blue crystals shine brighter than others. But finally, one starts pulling you towards it. It’s a bright green, like lime and mint mixed. It was beautiful, it transmitted a feeling of wisdom. Your hand touched it, and a shiver ran through your spine. The voice of a man clearly echoed suddenly.

The light is closer than you know, y/n.

You pulled the crystal quickly and looked around, the cave became dark, as all the crystals stopped shining, except for the one in your hands.

That wasn’t the voice of Ren. Perhaps it was just the cave. But it felt very personal. Almost like the voice knew you.

When you get out of the cave, it’s almost dark. What you thought it was a couple of minutes had actually been almost an hour. And Ren is there, holding his helmet in his hand. His face takes you aback. Sometimes you forget he is also a human like you.

He glares at you and starts looking, probably for the crystal. So you show it to him.

You know what's next, and honestly, you weren’t ready.

“This is where I suppose I have to make it bleed” Kylo almost wants you to keep the crystal-like it is, it was certainly beautiful. And your happiness was resulting infectious.

“Do it when you’re alone. It’s not easy to do so, you need to concentrate…”

“And let the pain take over me, I know, master,” you say, almost angry at him suddenly. You just hated the process. It was enough to feel alone already.

“I can help you… If you want.” The fabric in your face had been brushed aside, showing most of your features. Ren sees each mole, the dryness in your lips, the hope in your eyes. And he understood you just wanted someone to bond with. He felt it a while ago, a little after you two officially met and started working together, but he wasn’t just ready to share anything of himself. Yet, when you stare at his full lips, sad eyes, and non-expressive face, he knows he can have a potential ally staring at him in that empty valley.

“I would like that…” he nods, starting to go down the little mountain once again.

“Wait, master Ren” he turns to face you.

“When I touched the crystal, I heard a voice, it was a man. I thought it was the cave, but it just felt weird, like it was meant to be for me”

“What did the voice say?” He asks you to stay quiet. He senses you are unsure whether to tell him or not. He walks back again, staying just inches away from you.

“You can tell me…” he meant it, staring through your lashes, he expects your answer.

“That…that the light was closer than I know” you admit looking at the hem of his black robes.

“I’ve felt it too, a pull towards the light” his words leave you shocked. You gulp, blinking a few times before staring at his brown eyes again.

“We can’t fail…” the way you said, it made him feel like… he wasn’t alone.

…

The room is cold, and dark and has a peculiar smell of humid rocks. Snoke appears in a hologram form, sitting on a throne that makes him look impossibly taller.

“Dear child, What is it that has your thoughts running unstable?” His raspy voice echoes everywhere, you focus on his face, trying to see anything, but Snoke has never shown signs of emotion.

“We haven’t received any news from the ambush in Takodana…” Your voice trembles a little bit, and Snoke notices it.

“You are quickly caring too much for your master suddenly”

Busted.

“I want to care for him… and as much as I hate to admit it, I want him to care for me” you accept, looking down, embarrassed.

“But of course, you need to build a connection with your master. Is there anything conflicting with you?” You certainly don’t want to tell him about the incident in the cave. But you know the supreme leader must’ve already sensed it.

“When I was searching for the crystal for my lightsaber, a voice called me, saying that light was closer than I knew. Supreme leader… What could that possibly mean?”

“When I found you, my dear child, your home was already a living hell. But the lands where you came from were once filled with so much light. Your roots will always call you, it is in yourself to keep being on the right path” It might have been a comment, but it felt like a threat. A warning that you had to remain faithful to the dark side.

“Go and find your master. Gain his trust and guide each other towards your mutual goal; finding Skywalker and destroying the hope of the Jedi.” You nod, lowering your head as his hologram disappears.

In the silence of that empty room, you meditate on what just happened.

Your inner voice was clear; Snoke was keeping some details to himself. You never thought of your past. You lounged a family because you knew you had one, but… it didn’t matter anymore. Only that the curiosity was inevitably growing.

Quietly you leave the room. The hallways of the base are filled with troopers walking and moving in different directions.

They came back from Takodana.

You start walking faster, pacing till you stumble upon a dark tall known figure. Kylo Ren looked incredibly intimidating with the mask and hood together. He gestures to you to go inside an empty planning room and you open the door. He was looking for you too.

He follows quietly, closing the same door. His hands remove his helmet and place it on a table. You are just analyzing each movement he does.

“Did you get the map?” you ask straight to the point. Ren actually wanted to ask if you had finished building your saber. But you had other questions.

“In a certain way, yes.” You cross your arms, confused at him.

“Can you be more specific?”

“The scavenger, she has seen the map.” you huff in disbelief.

“What? You brought a dirty scavenger instead of the droid?” his face covered in moles sighs, quickly losing patience, you can tell.

“I’ll take the map from her”

“Don’t underestimate that girl. She has been able to get away so far, she might be more dangerous than we thought” he rolls his eyes.

“Stop it.”

“This is nonsense. We were supposed to have the actual map with us and-“

“ENOUGH!” He yells, his hand rises and you are quick to suppress his use of the force, making him bend half of a chair that was near.

Shocked, you realize he was going to choke you. Anger quickly builds up, and Hux’s advice rings into your head; Stop caring about what he thinks. Your goal should be to prove yourself to Snoke.

“You are my master but I will never be tired to remind everyone I’ve been here long enough to know what is convenient for us and what isn’t. You just might have invited the whole Resistance to the base and it won’t be my fault, Master Ren.” You push past him and you leave the room slamming the door. You take off the fabric in your face out of anger.

Some minutes pass and you are still mad. He was such an asshole. Always giving you the cold shoulder instead of listening to you. You were younger, but you had almost the same training from Snoke as him. Ren was difficult and very stubborn. Whoever was the famous scavenger, you could feel she was going to be a problem.

Out of nowhere Phasma appears, holding a blaster and looking down at you.

“Lieutenant y/n, your command is required by General Hux” You nod, calming yourself as you start walking with the woman. You pass near the throne room and you are able to hear Snoke and Kylo’s voices. You stop Phasma and she seems taken aback, but soon you tell her to hear and she relaxes.

“We’re going to get caught” she whispers. The woman was known to be on her business and on no one else’s.

“I’ll be quick” you whisper back.

Then Snoke starts saying Kylo is going weak. He reminds your master about his father; the infamous Han Solo. That the scavenger resisted him and that he isn’t putting your training on his priorities.

You hear Kylo say he always thinks back on you. And you know you shouldn’t have blushed or felt your heart racing, but you did. He made it sound like he cared for you.

“There are many mysteries surrounding us that she must not know,” Snoke says and it triggers you. Thankfully Phasma pulls you away and forces you to keep walking. Probably just in time so Kylo wouldn’t see you overhearing.

Snoke isn’t telling you everything. Ren knows something too.

“Everyone heard your argument with Commander Ren,” Phasma says teasing, but also commenting to warn you. It didn’t surprise you that the argument was loud. Any argument with Kylo ends up being in the news of the First Order. Also, Phasma doesn’t say anything about the conversation you two just overheard.

“I’m getting tired of being his apprentice. I want to succeed by myself, not by being his shadow.”

“Your time will come. A little treason wouldn’t hurt. Everyone here is dying to escalate in ranking” she admits. You look at her chrome helmet with curiosity.

“You seem happy with your position forever”

“I am.” Phasma must’ve been smiling under the helmet.

She disappears as soon as you both reach the command center.

Hux is there, along with other officials who monitor the aftermath of the weapon that had just attacked the Republic.

“The girl escaped and Ren must be angrier than ever,” the red-haired man says looking straight at you, with his hands behind his back.

“She is force sensitive…” Hux nods.

“I knew this was bad. I told Master Ren, but he didn’t listen…” An anxious feeling starts creeping into your stomach.

“Yes. And thanks to his little outburst and obsession with the girl, we are closely monitoring if we have a sudden attack from the Rebels” Once again, you sigh.

The feeling in your stomach grows, making you frown. Hux also frowns, caressing your shoulder.

“Are you alright?” You feel a sudden pain in your chest and you describe it. It was Kylo, someone he loved who died. It had to be his father or mother.

“Something's off, I can feel it” you manage to say. At the same time, a loud explosion is heard, the floor is assaulted by a little tremor and alarms start sounding.

You exchange worried looks with Hux and both run to see what just happened.

The chaos quickly envelops the Starkiller base, there are troopers moving everywhere, officers getting in and out to report things to you and Hux. And still, you are only thinking about your master. Was he safe?

Your guts were telling you he wasn’t safe.

With the invasion of the Rebels, everything was getting trickier.

“We need to evacuate. The base is about to collapse, lava is going to consume the surroundings at any time” Hux says hurriedly.

“I won’t leave without Ren. I will go for him!” before you can leave, the man grabs your forearm.

“Be quick, a boarding ship will be waiting for you both… but not for long” You nod, offering a serious smile before leaving.

The base was enormous, you had no idea where could Ren be. Each step feels unsure because you don’t know where you’re going, you try to concentrate but the constant explosions and screams from people entering in panic don’t help at all.

Master Ren, please, guide me towards you, you repeat in your head, hoping he’d hear.

Through the wide crystals, you can see TIEs and X-Wings flying around, and you grow impatient.

You stop when another tremor comes. Holding onto a wall, you close your eyes, trying to reach for Ren one last time.

You call him. Doesn’t matter if he doesn’t want your help, or if he’s mad at you for yelling, you just know you don’t want to leave the base without him.

Snow, droplets of blood in the white snow. The scream of a woman and the sound of sabers colliding.

He answered.

…

The lava makes you hurry, time is running out. The snow is fresh, it makes your boots sink and turn your steps slower. The beating of your heart grows as you distantly see a purple light, created by a blue and a red lightsaber.

They don’t notice you yet, but you are able to see a man unconscious near the woman fighting your master; the scavenger.

She’s skilled, fearless and you have to admit it impressed you. But the thought is quickly gone when you arrive, witnessing how the woman sliced your master’s face.

“KYLO!” You scream in horror when he falls, dropping his saber. The woman turns to look at you and you send her flying, making her skull collide against a rock. You run towards the man and kneel beside him.

His face was covered in blood, it was a deep wound, part of his attire was ripped, and you could see his shoulder bleeding.

“I’m here… I’m here.” Your desperate attempts to make him gain stability fail. But he slowly blinks, holding onto your hip to clear his vision and stop feeling like everything is spinning. His face hurts, his head pulses and he feels on the verge of fainting. But he’s able to clearly see your face. You came to help him.

“I’m not leaving without you.” You say touching his chin, trying to calm him.

A lightsaber ignites and you know the scavenger was still there. Your little moment of vulnerability was enough to make her recover.

You stand, turning to face her. She looks pissed, desperate to run, but so you are.

You grab your freshly made lightsaber. It’s dark chrome and with tiny details that resemble constellations and stars. And it’s cold, but soon turns warm when you ignite it, revealing a red double-sided saber.

The scavenger runs, confident that she will attack and target you. But you’re quick, you remember Kylo saying you had the ability to use your reflects too quickly.

The double sides of your weapon trigger the young woman, who is already tired. You can see how she huffs annoyed. But you take that to your advantage. You keep hitting her blue saber until she starts giving up. She is conflicted, she is a nobody, and you can feel how alone she has been.

Her weaknesses are your strength, and in the blink of an eye, you have burned her leg, making her scream and fall. And before you can do anything, a trail of lava appears, and the whole base is about to disappear. The scavenger gives one last curious look before running away. And finally giving you time to run back to Kylo, who is still breathing and wants to fall unconscious.

“Stay awake, hold onto me. We need to get to the boarding ship to leave” he seems to have nodded, his strong arms feel heavy and weak. It’s difficult to walk with his massive weight relying most of it on you.

With each step, he keeps leaving a little trail of blood. You need to hurry, the snow is slowly melting, drenching your boots.

Kylo is in shock, he tries to process everything but he can’t, because it isn’t over, he needs to get to that ship. But somehow, he holds onto you. He feels slightly better knowing that you came for him. That you are guiding him through the woods.

To him, the sudden change of getting closer to you was abrupt. He wasn’t used to talking much or looking out for someone. Not even with his knights.

He succeeded for a long time having no issues with you. But now, you dragged his body into the ship, his body lying and a droid immediately checking him. He hears distant voices and through blurred vision, he sees you talking with Hux.

He overheard the annoying General saying how much of a trouble you were for him. You started twisting his thoughts, the need to feel closer to you, the attraction towards the light. Hux was right.

You were Kylo Ren’s albatross.

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Insufferable Arsehole Part 13: I Couldn't Be More In Love

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She never thought she would become dependent on them the way she had, she was unbelievably happy to be reunited with the whole gang. She was sat next to Polly, her legs swung over hers as Carly hooked her arm around her shoulders.

Matty was nowhere to be seen but she was too focused on the two girls to notice. She had missed them, dearly.

"How was Rome? Now Matty's not here you can tell us everything" Polly says and Lou smiles. She was happy to be back with the gang, reunited with her girls who she had missed a lot.

"It was amazing ..." Her words trail off and she looks at her hands, sighing.

"What's up?" Carly says, grasping Lou's hand in hers.

"Do you think we moved too quickly? He got my initial tattooed on his ring finger.... Don't get me wrong... I'm so happy... But I'm worried I'm too wrapped up in him to actually have a reasonable opinion" she says, her words rushed. The two girls share a look and then they look at Lou.

"I think... Everything that has happened has been intense... But I think it's good. It is fast but it's not too fast... Years worth of secret pining is going to lead to all this" Carly said and Lou nods, before looking at Polly, needing her opinion too.

"I think it's cute... He's so in love with you... I've never seen him this happy" she smiles at Lou and Lou smiles back.

"I really love him too... Sometimes I think it's just all too much to take in" Lou says and the girls both hug her. Matty was standing at the door, sad to be overhearing those words.

He avoids her the whole day, and what annoys him is she doesn't even seem to notice. She's spent most of the day with Polly and Carly and now is wedged between Ross and George, the three of them laughing loudly about something. They didn't have a show today, just catching up before they were wrapped back up in tour.

Matty enters the room, and her eyes find his, smiling at him, only frowning when he doesn't smile back.

"Excuse me a second..." She says to Ross and George, the both of them nodding at her as she stood, following the man who was walking away from her, back out of the room and into his own dressing room.

"Hey... What's up?" She asks, hand touching his back, he flinches. It hurts her.

"Oh so now you can notice me" he says and she frowns. He flinches at his own words, his face contorting, almost looking like he was in pain.

"Have I missed something? What's going on Matty" she says and he looks at her then, he slightly rolls his eyes before he sighs. She can see the battle going on in his mind, the storm brewing behind his eyes, before they soften and his shoulders slump slightly. He then walks up to her and wraps his arms around her. He feels small in her arms and it saddens her.

"sorry for being a dick" he mumbles into her hair. Her hands stroke up and down his back.

"Just talk to me" she says softly and he slowly pulls back.

"I heard what you said to Carly and Polly... About this" he gestures between them "being too much" she shakes her head a that.

"That's not what I meant Matty" she sooths her hands over his face, the stubble under her fingertips something she was used to now.

"I love you... You know that... It's just.." she pauses, thinking over her words, her hand absentmindedly grazing over his cheek.

"everything has happened so quickly and I haven't had time to think... Doesn't change the fact I love you" she says, offering him a soft smile in hopes he smiles back.

"What do you need to think about love? Tell me and I'll give you the space, you just need to talk to me" she scoffs at that because he didn't come to her and air his thoughts, instead he chose to be bitter and snap at her.

"Okay sorry that's unfair because I acted like a child not even two minutes ago... But we just need to talk things through okay?" She nods and her own shoulders slump this time.

"I don't know what I need to think about Matty... I just need to think, on my own. I've loved spending time with you but I haven't done much else... And I've had the best time. Truly" she smiles at him and he smiles too.

"Just need a little bit of space yeah?" He asks, holding her hands in his. She nods and then so does he.

"I can do that" she finds it very sweet that he's even willing to.

"Thank you"

"anything for you my love... Don't go too far though? Still need you" he speaks the truth.

"Of course not"

"I love you" he says and she smiles.

"I love you too" they kiss and the issue seems to be resolved. The next day she doesn't see him around as much, at some point during the day Jamie informs her that Matty was busy doing something for dirty hit. The most she sees of him is on the stage and he doesn't hold eye contact like he usually does. He's his true Truman Black self during the first half and his usual (if not slight withdrawn) self in the second half.

When they leave the stage he doesn't wrap her up in his arms like he usually does and she finds her shoulders slumping and a frown resting on her face. She watches as Matty follows the boys backstage, his arm hooking around George and Polly.

She suddenly feels a bit unwanted so makes her way to her dressing room. It's unusually tidy and bare, having not been used. She sits for a few moments, deciding that she's being silly so she returns to the group, finding a space next to Ross.

"You alright rockstar?" Again he could sense something was wrong even before she even had to say. She just nods, and Ross feels his heart pang a little, she usually would've confined in him, but right now she wanted Matty... And she didn't have him.

She stared at Matty as he laughed with George, desperately hoping he'd move his eyes across the room and hoping even more that they'd stop on her. Hoping he'd offer her a smile or excuse himself from the conversation and join her. But his eyes never falter and she's forced to look back at Ross', who's still looking down at her.

"I'm not really feeling it... Think I'm going to head back to the hotel" she informs Ross, who reluctantly hugs her and lets her leave the room. He immediately walks over to Matty, disturbing his conversation with George.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" The tall man says, looking down at Matty, who seems small in comparison now. Matty looks up at the man in shock, a look of pure confusion resting on his face.

"I just watched you completely ignore your girlfriend for the past day and now she's left and I know something is off with her but she won't tell me... Probably because she wants you and you're fucking ignoring her" Ross never spoke to Matty that way, his tone harsh and accusatory.

"She said she wanted space... I'm giving it to her" Matty says, sounding far too like the person he used to be, his voice is clipped and blunt, angering both George and Ross.

"Doesn't mean you ignore her mate" George says, making Matty's head snap to him now.

"I swear I cant do anything fucking right" Matty says, storming off, leaving the two angered men behind.

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They get undressed in silence, Matty striping down to his black underwear, sitting on the edge of the bed as he removes his socks. Lou feels oddly uncomfortable pulling the Tshirt of his over her head, watching herself in the mirror, her underwear being completely covered by the material, resting above her knees. She'd usually smile or chuckle at herself at how the shirt drowned her and how it made her realise how tall Matty actually was in comparison to herself.

She applied moisturiser to her skin, watching Matty in the reflection of the mirror. His hair was wet from the shower he took and the room smelt like him. Her heart sinks as she sees the unbudging frown resting against his lips and the way he's worryingly tugging at his curls.

"Everything okay?" She says, finding his eyes in the mirror. They were the first words either of them had spoken and the sigh Matty lets out indicates that he wasn't happy.

"I don't know, you tell me" his voice is still clipped and blunt, making her spin in her place.

"what's that supposed to mean?" She asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You're the one that threw a tantrum and left" he says and she nearly gasps at his harsh words. Her mouth opens ready to speak but then she loses her words and her mouth shuts again. She turns back to face the mirror, not wanting to face him right now.

"So you're just going to ignore me then?" Matty says, making her whip her head back round.

"You're joking me right? You have to be joking?" She asks, she feels anger boiling in her blood.

"You're the one that's been ignoring me the whole day!" She snaps, her voice slightly raised.

"You started it!" He snaps back, standing from the bed sounding like an insolent child.

"Wow Matthew, real mature of you!" She says, taking a step towards him.

"Don't call me Matthew" he warns, taking a step towards her now.

"Don't act like a fucking child and maybe I won't" she snaps, heaving chest matching his.

"At least I didn't act like a spoilt brat... Surprised I didn't have you begging for my attention" he says, his words are harsh but there's something about his tone that's teasing and far too tempting. He takes two strides towards her now, chest flush against hers.

"You can be such an arse sometimes"

"oh an arse? Really?" He challenges. Their words fall short for a moment, the two of them looking into each other's eyes before snapping down to their lips.

Matty's eyes almost soften and she watches as his mouth briefly opens, about to say something before she interrupts.

"shut up" she forces her mouth to his, halting his speech immediately. He's quick to grip her hips, his hands moving round them until he's grasping handfuls of her arse, pulling her flush against his core. She could feel him steadily hardening beneath his boxers. He angrily moves his lips against hers, tongue powerfully pressing against hers, practically forcing them both down her own throat. But she loves it, pushing him by his shoulders in one strong shove until he's crashing down to the bed, catching himself by his elbows and watching as she draped herself over him, her thighs either side of his.

"love-"

"seriously shut up" she says, mouth pressing against his again.

"just wanted to say you look really fucking hot" he says and she has to resist the urge to smile against his mouth, instead she chooses to pull his bottom lip between her teeth, making him groan into her mouth.

Her hips press down against his making his hands snap to them, controlling her movements, forcing her to grind vigorously and firmly against him, until her head is snapping backwards and her mouth is falling open as a high pitch moan tumbles from her swollen lips.

"fuck I need you" he mumbles into her neck, one hand moving from her hip to tug the shirt over her head, revealing her pebbled nipples, his mouth claiming them in his mouth.

"oh so now you need me" she says, gasping as he thrusts his hips upwards, effectively shutting her up.

"always need you" he admits into the swell of her breast. She doesn't give in to his words like she usually would, she was angry at him, but her need for him was unfathomable and that overrode the anger. She was still going to give him a tough time for his behaviour.

"Don't think you deserve it" she says, making him pull back from her breast.

"don't act so innocent love ... You started it with this "I need space" bullshit" he says, her movements stopping.

"you know that's not what I meant" she says, resting her hand against his bare shoulder.

"Fucking felt like it" he says, his grip on her hip loosening slightly, his thumb running along the bone gently for a moment.

"I can't believe you" she says, pressing against his shoulder as she removes herself from him, bending over to pick up his Tshirt off the floor. He's quick to follow her movements, halting them with a hand to her wrist, not a firm grip at all but it stops her.

"don't leave" his voice is soft for a moment and she turns to find his soft eyes boring into hers.

"I don't really fancy spending the night with the old Matty thank you" she says, being honest with him.

"The old Matty?" His eyebrows raise and he smirks down at her for a second before his lips are moving into a frown.

"You're being an arsehole Matty, you asked me if I needed a little space and I said yes... That doesn't mean ignoring me all day and then acting like this' she says gesturing to him. He gently grabs her hand in his.

"felt like you didn't want me anymore" he says, eyes trained on the floor.

"Why didn't you just say that then? You can't just expect me to know how you feel all the time Matty" she says, still upset with him despite him telling the truth now.

"I know I'm sorry... I really am" he says, bringing her hand up to his mouth and pecking the knuckles.

"You can't just say you're sorry and expect me to come running back to you Matty...." She says, heart sinking.

"I know...." He says, eyes finding hers. She looks at him, not knowing what to say, hoping he'd say something so she didn't have to.

"I've had the best time with you and I love you so fucking much... I know it's happened quickly but it's been the fucking best. Just felt a bit shitty that you wanted space from that" he admits and she feels bad for him.

"I didn't want space from that Matty, I wanted all of that... I love you so much and I'll always want you... I just wanted a bit of space to think... To be with g and Ross and Hann and Carly and Polly and the rest.... Don't want us spending every minute of the day with each other and then realise were sick and tired of each other" she says, admitting the real reason why she asked for space in the first place.

"You're sick and tired of me?" He asks.

"no Matty" she sighs "are you even listening to me?" She pulls away from him.

"I'm sorry'

"stop saying you're sorry!" She snaps, watching as he flinches and steps further away from her, until he's sitting on the bed

"shit Matty I'm sorry" she says, stepping towards him, kneeling in front of him. The look in his face tells her everything she needed to know: he was acting this way because he was so frightened of losing her.

"Listen to me okay?" She asks, holding his hands that resting in his lap.

"I want you, I want you always Matty... These past couple of months... Everything that has happened ... It's been the best. The best thing that has ever happened to me, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me" she speaks slowly so he understands and she watches as he nods before continuing.

"but everything has been you... I've lived and breathed you everyday for the past... However long... And it's been incredible. But I guess I just needed some space... To see what that was like... And I don't want you resenting me for taking you away from everything else you should be experiencing right now, life with the boys and this tour... Do you understand that?" She says and again she watches as he registers her words, watching as he nods down at her. He gently holds her face in his palms.

"I love you, so much, I couldn't be more in love with you. You are my life now... I'm not going to feel bad about wanting to spend all this time with you... I've spent the last fuck knows how long with the boys... Pining over you in secret and wanting you in my life like this... I've never wanted something more than this band and being with my guys, until you. And now I have you I want to spend every waking moment making up for the time we lost. Do you understand that?" He asks and she nods up at him, he's quick to pull her up to him.

"I get that Matty I do, but we've got all the time in the world okay? I'm not going anywhere..." He nods at that, he's silent for a beat and takes the opportunity to place a kiss to her mouth, a gentle and loving one.

"You said you needed space to see what it's like not... Being with me all the time... Not living and breathing me..." He quotes her own words and she nods "what was it like?" He asks.

"I enjoyed being with Ross and George and everyone else... But I wanted you there too... Ross asked me how I was and... I wanted it to be you .. i wanted to tell you all about how I was feeling" she says and he can't help but smile at her.

"So.... What does that mean?" He asks, smiling at her, her face mirroring his. Neither know why they're smiling.

" I don't want space from you Matty. I want all of you... All the time.... And I know that's not exactly completely feasible... Because eventually I won't have you all the time... But up until then, I want you always... When I'm with the boys or when you are... Just... always" she says and he smiles a huge smile back at her.

"Sounds like a good idea to me" he says making her chuckle.

"I love you" she says.

"I love you too.... And I'm sorry for being an arsehole" he says.

"at least you're not an insufferable one...' she says, fingertips swiping the curls away from his face.

"Don't lie love, I'm completely insufferable" he says, making her laugh loudly.

"You're my insufferable Arsehole and I'll happily suffer you forever" she says making him laugh now.

"I'm your insufferable Arsehole" he confirms, smearing his mouth against hers.

note: guys we're so close to the end and i might cry thinking about that

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(Bringing this as a bit of background-Teemu is basically the singing voice of Cherry from studio killers)

So, musician Dream finally gets to work with singer Hope (no one has ever seen her face face before, her voice is this sweet melodic sound, all the vibrato and high notes are always exquisite in execution, has never had a live event, only using youtube/soundcloud/spotify and other media to promote herself, from time to time you can see some pictures of her daily day life but she is never in them)

So, when Dream gets an dm, from the very Hope herself, asking shyly if he wants to do some collaboration with her, Dream eagerly agrees.

Dream has been in this kind of love with her, he knows it is extremely hard for that relationship to ever exist but he is a romantic fool, he takes this opportunity as some sort of miracle.

Dreams thinks of Hope as a delicate, vibrant, elegant woman, and, allowing himself to daydream about her appearance, he is certainly convinced that the singer must have such beautiful doe eyes.

Because he says so XD

Imagine his surprise when the one he mets is a man, big chest, hairy (very handsome thats for certain) and with a very chatty friendly, sometimes rude and rash personality! (On the side note, the very beautiful doe eyes are in the end, the only thing that's true about Hope/Hob)

Dream belives its a joke and goes along with Hob for a while, annoyed, but still going along the joke, until they start to get a brainstorm of what the collab its gonna be and Hob (He really didnt thought that much about his idol name XD) starts to sing.

And it is, indeed, with no doubt, the person he fell in love.

(Also, its first time Hob has ever shown himself as 'Hope' to anyone besides his family/close friends. So, its no like he is doing this because he thinks Dream is an amazing musician, very alluring, goth, mysterious and overall his type, nope, not at all, its not like he has been in all his presentations and listens to his music religiously and has regular horny thoughts of said goth rearranging his guts in the most extremely, steamy sex ever, Hob might have saved his best melodic moans to Dream and Dream only)

///Let's just pretend Ferdie's voice can do this super cool stuff for this to work XD///

Anon!!!! You have MOST galaxy brain ever. I'm absolutely enthralled and obsessed with this!!! And as Ferdie is a music producer, I can totally believe in this 😉

Dream has this whole mental picture of what Hope probably looks like. Petite, angelic and sophisticated. She probably dresses in the cutest outfits and of course she has the most soulful brown eyes. Dream definitely has some quite elaborate fantasies as he listens to the music, sometimes he makes himself blush because he finds his own thoughts so cringey!

Those eyes that he had imagined meet his across the room, and the soft brown is even more beautiful than he'd dreamed of. As for the rest of Hope's appearance... Dream was quite far off the mark. Hob is an attractive guy, with a neat beard and chest hair just peeping out over the collar of his thin white t-shirt. He shakes Dream’s hand enthusiastically and immediately starts to gush about how much his loves Dream’s music, what his favourites are, how he's even been to a few of Dream’s live events. And Dream has this feeling that he ought to be disappointed. He ought to feel like he's been tricked into something. But the Hope inside his head has been easily replaced by Hob himself already.

The second Hob does a vocal warmup, Dream’s jaw almost hits the floor. Although he knows now that Hob is Hope, he just can't believe that those sounds are coming out of Hob’s mouth. Hob gets a little shy, then. He says that he knows his image doesn't match up with his music, that's why he's never ever shown his face. He was just so desperate to collaborate with Dream, he had to at least give it a shot.

Dream absolutely melts and quickly takes Hob’s hands. He explains that he was drawn to Hope's voice, and it doesn't matter what he look like! Dream wants them to make music together, and if Hob is amenable, they could maybe also get dinner?

Hob sings beautifully for Dream during the following warmup and studio session. But none of those sounds can quite compare to his desperate, warbling moans as he bounces himself on Dream’s cock later on. That's real music. And one day, Dream is going to record it for all the world to hear.

For now though, Hope belongs entirely to him.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[nachosncheezies]

I can't find the post where you've rambled about Kurt Crawford before! Please ramble to me about Kurt Crawford!

Hi hello and thank you for your patience as I answer this one month to the day from when you sent it!!!! 🙈 oops

The Crawfords was my original answer to @perpetually-weirdening's question "what character do you wish we learned more about" but I'm so happy to expand on that, I have a lot of feelings!!! xD

The thing about the Kurt Crawfords is that (unless I'm forgetting something big) they're the first clones we've seen that are explicitly said to be the progeny of abductees/the MUFON women. We've met other clones before including the Samanthas in Colony/End Game but those were rogues trying to figure out how to hybridize themselves into some kind of genetic variability that would let them look different and blend in. (they used discarded tissue from abortion clinics rather than stolen ova) The bounty hunter was after them for simply existing outside The Project.

The Crawfords are different. They're part of The Project. The first one that Mulder and Scully meet is the one they track down after finding someone is remotely copying Betsy Hagopian's computer files. This Crawford claims to be a member of Betsy's MUFON chapter, and he tells them there's a conspiracy to cover up the women's deaths. He leads them to Penny Northern, who (unfortunately) directs Scully to Dr Scanlon and her first attempt at treatment. The bounty hunter comes for Crawford #1 in Betsy's basement the minute Mulder steps away.

Crawford #2 turns up at the fertility clinic where Betsy and some of the others had been treated. This Crawford is dressed differently but Mulder doesn't know yet that there's more than one, and accuses him of having run off with the files they'd been working on in Betsy's basement. Between them and the Gunmen, they track down Scully's name in a research lab directory, which leads them to data on the branched DNA they'd already identified after Scully's abduction. But if someone's looking at this as a possible cause for her illness, maybe they're also looking for a cure, so the Gunmen help Mulder break into the Lombard facility where he finds a whole room of Kurt Crawfords.

And this is where IMO it gets so complicated and so bittersweet and so REAL. We learn very little about the Crawfords in the few minutes Mulder is with them but what we do learn is pretty significant for something that's never really talked about again. They recognize Mulder, they welcome him. They lead him straight to the drawer containing Scully's stolen ova (the first time we learn what the project did to her when she was abducted). They tell him how they were harvested, that the radiation used in that procedure caused her (and the MUFON women's) cancer. They tell him that the men who are claiming to treat this rare cancer are the same ones that caused it, that those men are actually working to hasten the women's deaths.

But!!!! what gets me most is this exchange:

Mulder: You're trying to save them. Crawford: They're our mothers.

What a thing to think, to feel, to say. The Crawfords came from fucked up circumstances and they're not really human. They're complicit in perpetuating it all by making more of themselves, but this is their life cycle, this is their job, this is what they know. From what we're shown we have no reason to believe that any of them has ever experienced what it is to have a mother in any sense other than a genetic donor. They're grown in tanks from tampered genetic material taken from tampered women without either party giving consent.

But they recognize that they owe their existence to these human women, who were violated and now suffer and die for it. And in those very few words he says: they don't want that. They recognize it's wrong. They're trying to stop it. (They are risking their lives; their subversion sends the bounty hunter after them.) It's their chance at redemption for the crime of being alive and that alone is painfully human.

They want Mulder and Scully to know the truth. The fact that they lead Mulder directly to where Scully's stolen ova are kept. That they let him take from that drawer without comment. They let him take the truth in his hand, surely aware that he might return it to her. (I like to think they hoped he would.) Because she, and the other women, are their mothers.

IMO one of the biggest elephants in the room for this whole show, although we don't learn about her until well after this, is Emily. How many others like her might there be? It's fucking TRAGIC to think about. But she's not the only thing to come from those stolen ova. The Crawfords are not the children Scully or any of the other MUFON women wanted. But they exist. They are grateful, in whatever way a hybrid clone can be. They recognize the sacrifice and suffering that brought them to life. They are doing what they can, in their own way, to set it right. Because to them, those are their mothers.

Knowing about the Crawfords and their subversion of The Project could never undo what was done to Scully or the others. But as gross and shocking a revelation it would be to know that inhuman things are being made in place of the children they can never have, what the Crawfords show us is that not everything that came from those violations are tragedies in the way of Emily and any other children like her. I wonder if it might have been a comfort for Scully to know that out of one of the worst things to ever happen to the abducted women, These Men Who Would Create a Life Whose Only Hope Is To Die have also accidentally created lives whose greatest hope is to save people, to save her and others like her. That these inhuman children the women never wanted have somehow grown to have a sense of empathy, a sense of justice, a moral compass, a desire to do what's right. Things a mother would want for her children, things a mother could be proud of. That they may not be human, they may not know what it is to be children, but they know that somewhere out there they have mothers, and they care.

I wonder if Mulder ever told Scully. I hope someday he did.

#mulder recognized the boy in the tank from the drones he met in the bee fields #where he also met Project-approved samantha drones #so here's a question: #are there Samanthas out there - grown like the memento mori Crawfords - who consider the abductees their mothers too? #are there Samanthas out there made of what was stolen from Scully? #x files #the x files #thank you for the ask it was fun to ramble about and a PERFECT excuse to rewatch memento mori 😍 #folks ask nachos answers #scully #kurt crawford

[sweetestpopcorn]

Hi! I know it was mentioned in the show (I don’t take anything there as canon.) but I read in Fire and Blood that when Maegor and Visenya were about to burn Oldtown the Hightower Beacon shone green. Do you think this could have possibly influenced Alicent’s choice of favoring the color green in her wardrobe and naming her party The Greens. I can see no other reason why she would do this. Rhaenyra favoring black was obvious since it was the main color of the Targaryen sigil. But the Hightower banner was grey and white. Unless she had green eyes or simply liked the color I don’t see any other reason why she chose green. Also I think she is type to make a subtle statement and would it also show her true nature during the earlier days. What do you think about this?

Hi there and also sorry about this delay (this is a common theme in my asks in case you have not noticed XD).

I will admit I actually did not even remember this detail but yes it is accurate and I have seen the relevant book passages confirming it. However, there is no indication whatsoever that this was the reason why Alicent chose to wear Green. Several reasons that I will now list below.

This detail came out only with Fire and Blood in 2018 while the Princess and the Queen and The World of Ice and Fire where the character of Alicent Hightower and her feud with Rhaenyra was first introduced came out in 2013. I find it extremely unlikely that this was something George already knew/planned yet kept hidden for all these years, especially since in The World of Ice and Fire the entire history of House Targaryen is told so this detail could have easily been included. And for those of you wondering, no, George had not planned about 95% of the Dance in advance. He wrote most of it for The World of Ice and Fire. Indeed, over the years he changed a lot and until 2012 for instance, Rhaenyra's husband was Lyonel Strong, before that it had been a Lannister, and the character of Daemon did not exist, nor Alicent, nor most others.

2. The tourney in which Alicent wears green and Rhaenyra wears black and red was never presented as an Alicent moment. It was a Rhaenyra moment where she proudly wore the colours of her House in a time in which Alicent and House Hightower had been conspiring against her and Alicent herself was already casting seeds to create whispers around Rhaenyra's reputation - i.e., when she famously asked who protected Rhaenyra from Criston.

3. If indeed that was the reason for the Green dress, and ignoring my last two points, why wasn't it ever said? There was plenty of opportunity yet that motive was never presented.

What I think is much more likely is that the green is either simply symbolising the Reach - where Alient comes from from - much like Black and Red are symbolising Rhaenyra's House and who she is and/or it is also a symbol for who Alicent is used by the narrative.

Green is both a colour associated with greed but also with envy materialism and judgment, all characteristics we know canon Alicent to have and what her actions demonstrate. Green also symbolises growth, and indeed Alicent's influence had been growing a lot in court, as we know that the court was divided between the party of the Queen - the Greens - and the party of the Princess - the Blacks. At the same time green and black also clash in a sense and contrast with each other.

Personally this explanation makes a lot more sense to me as the green dress would serve as a very effective yet fast way to characterise the character of Alicent, and illustrate the mood at court.

And to end this allow me to share the brilliant illustration that @lovelyonism made of this iconic moment between the Princess and the Queen.

PS: All of this is only about the ASOIAF books and has no relation whatsoever with the redacted lizard show.

#rhaenyra targaryen #canon rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #canon alicent hightower #the princess and the queen #fire and blood #the rogue prince #house targaryen #valyrianscrolls #popcorn answers

[dabbles-in-drabbles]

Drawing

My "Appreci-May-tion" for BG3 XD I completely skipped over the fact that it was for other people's Tav's. I already started writing and couldn't stop XD

Pairing: Astarion/Tav

Tav: Andan

Would he like it? No, he would love it without a doubt. Phillen made it! He could never hate it.

This is what Andan tried in vain to convince herself. Young, oh so young Phillen was standing there with a piece of parchment in his shaking hands. She could see that he was terrified, she couldn’t let her own doubts show.

It wasn’t that Astarion had never been upset about this before, but this was different than all the other times.

She gave him a sweet smile, kneeling down in front of her son, “Astarion is going to love it, Phillen.”

The little elven boy smiled at her shakily, brown eyes shining with a hint of hope. He took her hand as they walked to the office room upstairs.

Andan gave a small knock on the door, waiting for an answer. There was the shuffle of paper and fabric before the door creaked open.

Astarion stood there, large spectacles balancing on the tip of his nose, “Yes, my dear ones?”

The retired paladin leaned up, pressing a chaste kiss to his nose, “Phillen wanted to show you something.”

The freed vampire spawn glanced down at the child, giving him a small smile. He kneeled down, letting the door open fully, “What did you want to show me?”

“Uhm, uh-... I wanted to give you this…” 

Small hands, shaking in fear, handed him the parchment facing down. Astarion took it from him slowly, facing it towards him. 

Vermillion eyes widened.

“I…”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s not good-”

“-It’s gorgeous.”

Astarion’s face had brightened, fangs flashing as he grinned. His fingers traced the stick figures on the paper.

“This is you,” fingers stopped at a small elven figure in the middle, “the lovely Andan,” next was a somewhat taller brown haired, one eyed vitiligo speckled half-elf holding one of the child’s hand, “And this must be Scratch and Saer Tay,” his pale fingers brushed over the white dog and a much taller elven man with scratches across his face, “but I must ask… who is this man holding your hand right here?” Astarion’s finger finally stopped at an elven man with white hair holding Phillen’s other hand.

The small ten year old elf looked confused, “It- it’s you.”

The rogue blinked, “Is… that what I look like?”

Phillen looked confused for a second, all fear of him being angry vanished, “You don’t know?”

Astarion shook his head, “I… as a vampire, do not have a reflection. I haven’t seen myself in a mirror.”

Phillen pursed his lips up, “Can I do something for you?”

Astarion took his spectacles off, letting them dangle from their chain around his neck, “I can’t stop you, but… you can, yes.”

The little elven child turned on his heel, going back down the stairs to where his colored charcoal and parchment were left.

Andan smiled brightly at her love, her husband. He stood up, holding the parchment gently in his hands.

“Astarion? Salen aestar, are you alright?”

He turned on his heel, going back into his office. She followed after him, glancing at all of the projects he was working on. Suits, coats, dresses, trousers- there were several mannequins in his office, and fabric everywhere.

She followed him to the bookshelf, watching him pull out a large leatherback. He opened it, revealing it to be a false book. There was a stack of parchments full of other drawings.

Andan came up from behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Head resting on his back as he mumbled and sorted through the drawings. They were all so important to him, but he enjoyed sorting them by color. Glancing over, she noticed that the most recent one was on top.

“Not color coordinating that one, hmm?”

He tensed briefly before relaxing, “Uh-... no. I think… I would like to see this one whenever I open it to put in another one of his master-pieces.”

She smiled at him, “I have a question for you, my dear…”

“Yes, love?”

“Would you like to get a family portrait? With all of us?”

He stopped, looking down at her. His face was blank, but his eyes were contemplating.

“Hmm… let’s ask Phillen and Tay… See if they are alright with that.”

Andan smiled sweetly, leaning up and pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. She felt him turn, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of her head.

“I love you- I love this. All of this. All I could ever want, and more.”

Warmth filled her soul. She prayed this would never end.

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#andan #tav #astarion x andan #astarion x tav #astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #A possible future uwu #this is the good ending

[teecupangel]

College is so stressful but anyway what if Desmond wears eyeliner or kohl and wear feminine and masculine clothes depending his mood because he seems androgynous to me and when he timetravels and just go "fuck gender roles" and kills templars while he grows his hair and wears jewellery and lace

I hope you get some time to relax soon! And the awesome thing about Desmond is that he changes face in every game that we can call him androgynous if we feel like it. Dude doesn’t really have a canon face anyway. And even if he doesn’t, this involves time traveling so we can just chalk the sudden androgynous look to some kind of Isu BS XD

Desmond will definitely be the bisexual awakening of a lot of people with his time hopping. Altaïr alone would be more confused than he was when he found out Maria was pretending to be Robert. If anything could be considered sorcery, it would be Desmond’s ability to confuse the hell out of people. They meet him wearing masculine clothes and think “Oh, he’s a dude” and then their next meeting with him, he’d be wearing feminine clothes and be like “??????” and BSOD.

Altaïr would try to push any confusion he might have and focus on gaining the information he needs from Desmond (who may or may not have killed someone to get the information, the Brotherhood can’t be sure) but, goddamn it, that’s hard to do when he’s just standing nearby, watching Desmond put on kohl on his eyes and painting his lips red just because he was ‘feeling pretty’ today, whatever the hell that means and he’s just draped in silk bedsheets because he hasn’t thought of what clothes he should wear today and Altaïr is pretty sure Desmond is doing this on purpose because there’s no fucking way that bedsheet coincidentally just slipped enough that Altaïr could see his collarbone. Then Desmond tells him to check his chest and pick a dress for him and holy shit, there are undergarments there that Altaïr had never seen before and his brain just gives up on him that way and all blood flowed downward after that.

Ezio would know Desmond as Leonardo’s favorite muse and he’d flirt with him, thinking he’s a woman at first. Ezio and Desmond would definitely have some fun and Ezio’s just going to be ‘oh, cool’ with anything Desmond does. Seeing Desmond assassinate someone will always be hot regardless of what clothes he decided to wear during that time. (The Borgias will definitely have a boner for him and it’s half hot-person-yummy and half he-can’t-be-more-beautiful/handsome-than-us, especially from Lucrezia). Ezio and Desmond definitely posed for one of Leonardo’s works (that doesn’t exist in the OG timeline) and it’s the steamiest painting Leonardo had ever done.

Haytham’s prudeness will definitely make him annoyed, both at Desmond himself and at his own attraction to seeing Desmond wearing those infuriating scandalous clothes. Ratonhnhaké:ton, on the other hand, would just think “white people weirdness” when he first sees Desmond. When he learns that other white people think Desmond is weird, at that point, Ratonhnhaké:ton wouldn’t even care anymore as he liked Desmond as a person and he likes seeing Desmond smiles. Desmond is also Ratonhnhaké:ton’s plus one for Myriam and Norris even though Ratonhnhaké:ton told him that he doesn’t understand what a ‘plus one’ even means. Ratonhnhaké:ton wouldn’t say it outloud but he thought Desmond outshone Myriam on her own wedding day.

Shay’s definitely going to be tongue-tied whenever he sees Desmond. Also, Desmond got a few fashion tips from Hope and he looks so good in female Assassin robes that he definitely outshines Hope. Liam likes to tease him about it but even he’s not immune to Desmond’s charm, especially when Desmond stares at him. Even when Shay defected, he could never raise his hand against Desmond and… maybe a part of him enjoyed being stepped on by Desmond’s heels, he’s trying not to think too deeply about it considering he can already see Haytham’s disapproving face.

Arno… Arno would find him strange, sure, and he’s definitely going to ignore his attraction to him because he’s in love with Élise, damn it. But it is becoming too hard to ignore it when Élise always finds ways to leave him behind while he will always see Desmond in the cafe, smiling at him as he welcomed him back. He doesn’t even know where he stands with Élise anymore and Desmond… Desmond confuses him so much but, at the same time, Desmond is the only person who makes so much sense right now that… fuck, Arno’s going to get drunk and just let his drunk self do whatever. He’ll deal with the consequences later.

It’s Jacob who sees Desmond first. Flirts with him ‘cause he thought he was a woman. Evie sees him next while he’s wearing masculine clothes… but Evie can’t be sure. There’s something about the way he moved and the way he looked that just makes Evie unable to fully conclude that she is seeing a man. Jacob and Evie never see him at the same time. Every time they see him, they see him as a woman for Jacob and a man for Evie. Then they finally see him together, wearing formless clothes that could worn by anyone and he’s talking to Ned and they’re both “ooooohhhhh” but they don’t really get it, they just think they do.

#i was thinking how the layla trilogy would deal with this #and the only conclusion i can think of is #bayek shows respect regardless #kassandra/alexios and eivor tries to seduce him regardless #desmond as everybody’s androgynous bisexual reawakening #altdes and ezides definitely fuuuuuuccckkkkeeeedddd #arndes probably fucked too but arno has no memories of it #no usual tags because #altdes #ezides #haydes #condes #shaydes #arndes #jacdes #i guess evie has a crush on him so #evides #ask and answer

[berrychanx]

TMMN EP 13 - Aoyama Masaya + Ichigo Parents

Tne episode starts right away with Aoyama having a nightmare about Ichigo crying, for sure it got me by surprise, i wasn’t expecting s2 to start like this

Funny though, this chapter its the start of Lettuce finding the mew aqua. I’m a bit sad the anime leaves Ichigo with her school uniform on? I was hoping to see the beautiful dress Ikumi did

VS Anime

Based on the anime only, at this moment, I have nothing to comment on, its the first Aoyama has a nightmare like this, he doesn’t know the reason nor does the viewer, all we can assume its he’s worried with Ichigo and that she might be in some kind of trouble, when in reality .

 she’s daydreaming at her job

OPENING

I’m glad we get to see them together again at the opening and once again smilling.

They went from ankward dating

to

They love each other so much, I never seen Aoyama so happy,New is really making him a NEW character. (ba dum tss)

He’s like a changed boy, he’s growing up, maybe it was the intese moments of loosing Ichigo that changed him or him coming to accept his feelings for her....that he know is able to stand there in front of her friends and call out for her. Before this .. he would be to shy to call her near anyone (episode 9 for example or other moments, everytime he called for her they were alone)

TOTALLY NOT ME AND MY BF WHO KEPT IT A SECRET FROM OUR FRIENDS FOR 1 YEAR! NOT LIKE ME FOR REAL!

it really does feel like an interview xD (despite the fancy setting)

This gave me so much de ja vus (carry on...) lets focus on Masaya again

I really can’t blame her XD I met my bf in 6th grade (it was during recess, in the school library, he would pick the same comic has me - Calvin & Hobbes - and I thought he must be such a cool boy, he likes reading the same comics as me, I wanna ask him to be my friend but i’m too shy...Next year he was my classmate XD.....I ONLY ASKED HIM TO MY FRIEND IN THE 10TH  GRADE! YES I’M VERY SHY)

THIS IS SO HIM^ª^^^` When people ask my bf what he likes about me or what he finds attractive, he doesn’t know how to reply, gets all flustured and says the same thing

Same, same, I guess its the little things that matter and sometimes they’re enough

Being socially ankward as Aoyama is around everyone, based on his petit mew mew intro, seeing Ichigo being so outspoken, energetic and happy must have resonated with him.

I  bet he’s thinking i wish i could be like her, I KNOW I WOULD

BOY IS LOST IN HIS SHYNESS

AAAAH THE MEMORIES OF US TWO GOING TOGETHER TO SCHOOL AND BACK HOME <3

He must have thought a lot about asking her this, its like by bringing her he wants to admit that she’s his gf

HEHEHE,, i totally get that reaction

Meeting the parents

LOOK AT THAT FLUTTERED EXPRESSION, HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO REACT, THIS FAMILY IS TOO MUCH  ENERGY FOR HIM. That was so out of nowhere.

GIRLS LIKE THIS HAVE 99% CHANCE OF STEALING YOUR MAN, Jokes aside ... Sakura is so happy to meet her daugther potential husband

This was my bf mom XD I’m with Aoyama there ....

Ichigo Dad (Shintaro) was my mom and brothers xD (no none of them were naked xD) (i lost my dad at the age of 7 - I wonder how he would react)

His surprised reaction is everything

I love the sudden change in facil expression, HE GOT BALLS AND FACED THE SITUATION HEAD ON and replied with confidence. Original Aoyama would have trouble talking with her dad

FANFARE NOISES

You’re typical parents vs kid talk x)

Aoyama smile, almost laughing, meaning in his home nobody acts like this

This was my bf auntie and grandparents XD even though, still 12 years later we aren’t thinking about any of that LMAO (we started dating in 2011)

SOMEONE WITH BRAINS!

Slowly looking at each other looking for validation

I loved this scene so much XD

I SO WANT AN ORIGNAL EPISODE ABOUT THIS

They really left a positive impression on him, to the point (in the manga) he wishes them to be a happy couple like them (his family must be really bad)

Like I mentioned on my episode 13 overall review, I love this line, Aoyama was always the type of character to educate the viewer and Ichigo about our planet, its animals and the enviroment. But just because we’re the dominant species should we call it “our”? Make it our own possesion only? Despite living in with with so many other species? OK OK I’M GOING TOO DEEP.... This is just probably foreshadowing you know who and you know whate events

This boy head must be filled with envirmentalist campgains and Ichigo XD

ONCE AGAIN, DURING AN EMMERGENCY, SHE’S NOWHERE TO BE FOUND, NOR WAS SEEN LEABVING WITH THE KIDS.

THIS MAN WORRIES SO MUCH.

HE AIN’T LEAVING WITHOUT HER!

He wants to go back to get her but it’s useless, everyone has to evecuate and the crowd also doesn’t hear this

Luckily the mews arrive in time, and of course, jump over the crownd

Aoyama looks amazed and starts to feel helpless at the same time, if only he had some kind of powers to save Ichigo. It’s truly a desperate situation.

Luckly everything is over, he wes able to get out safe, she too, none is unharmed. He’s so happy to see her safe and sound

Both rush to hug and confort each other, there’s no negative emotions running trough his head now,

Its like he knows she made it trough everything,.

I wonder how New will keep devoloping him. Next time it will be Ryou Shirogane, I’m just waiting for episode 14 because it seems he was important there

#tokyo mew mew #mew mew power #tokyo mew mew new #analysis #aoyama masaya #ichigo momomiya

[piracytheorist]

Hello love!! 🌷🌷

I'm not sure if you've talked about this before but....

The intro of season 1 part 2 is from loid's pov i think?? It just makes so much sense that way (that's why there's so less of loid in it and yor just looks so pretty in it (she always does tho tbh))

And also also, in the penguin episode where the forgers go to the aquarium, loid and your are sorta matching (the white and blue stripes) that was so cute help

I'm obsessed with spy x family and I'm desperately waiting for the new chapters and anime 😭😭

Hiiii 💜💜

About the opening, I think the song more than the visuals themselves is from Loid's POV. The intro shows Yor with her stilettos in her hands, obviously on her way to an assassination, and it also shows a flashback moment of Yor and Yuri where he buries his dead pet goldfish.

At this point, Loid doesn't know Yor is an assassin, so there's no reason for him to "see" Yor like that, and he shouldn't know about that flashback moment either.

Now, there are definitely moments that seem to be from his POV.

But the main vibe I'm getting from the visuals is "Sad life background vs. wholesomeness in a family"

According to a translation of the song by @akehono, (which for me, who doesn't know any Japanese, is the clearest translation of this song I've found, other translations were too confusing) I think Loid fits the most as the POV character of it. While being part of the Forgers brought more light into Anya and Yor's lives, they never truly locked their hearts away - Loid has.

So yeah, because I've seen this take before, I think the intro explores different POVs - the thing is though, that the Loid-centric moments have a little more distance.

He's not openly affectionate, his expressions are more restrained, and because of that, the focus on Anya and Yor's happy faces stands out.

He still has his heart locked away, but he's on his way towards opening it.

So I think it's more of a "multiple POV but Yor and Anya are at the same place emotionally while Loid holds back" kind of thing.

As for the matching blue and white stripes!! Anya matches too!

There seems to be a t-shirt or something under her dress, that also has blue and white stripes. I'm sure if they had Bond at this point they'd wrap a blue-and-white-striped scarf or something around his neck. They are so cute!

I'm SO excited for the new season, for me it's been an even longer wait because I don't read the manga so the last "new" thing I saw was last December XD

You're welcome to come talk to me about the show (just be mindful to not spoil me about manga stuff!), I am also super obsessed with it I could talk about it all day :D

#ask and ye shall receive #anonymous #sxf

[walkingaftermidnight07]

Ty x Kit Reunion, from Kit's POV

hey y'all, here's something I thought I'd do, to get it all out of my system. I will admit i may or may not have cried while writing this but that's not the point.

anyways, enjoy! like, comment your thoughts, rb so that others can see it!!!

my kit x ty playlist to listen to while you read if you want :D

(and yes, it is hella angsty, thank you very much XD)

@nurceb @cakegatedisaster @tys-kitty all of y'all replied to my posts about it so imma tag you in this :D

edit: ive now written a Ty POV version, which is linked here!

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Reunion - Kit Herondale x Ty Blackthorn, from Kit’s POV

Kit had decided that if he wanted to be left alone, away from the prying eyes of everyone else in the house, the kitchen was his best bet. He couldn’t forget the way that Tessa and Jem had jumped forward to protect Mina, as if he was a danger to her. His stomach dropped as he remembered the fear that had flashed through Tessa’s eyes for a brief moment, before it was gone.

He would never hurt Mina, would he?

He wouldn’t hurt her intentionally, that much he knew.

That didn’t necessarily mean he couldn’t, though.

He looked back down at his hands, still holding the gun. There was some sort of black stuff smudged on it, and it rubbed off on Kit’s hands when he touched it.

He may as well clean the gun, then. 

Of course, he wasn’t exactly sure how to. But how hard could it be?

His face was slightly scrunched up in concentration as he held up the gun, about to—

“That’s not how you clean a gun.”

Kit’s head whipped up, shocked, dropping the gun, because he knew that voice.

He’d heard that voice in his dreams, in his memories, in his nightmares. 

The voice conjures up a memory in his mind: a dark night, a pale face with floppy black hair, illuminated by the moon. And those gray eyes….the eyes he will never forget. The hurt in those eyes when he said those last words, laced with venom, as he struggled not to break. 

“I wish I’d never known you.”

Ty. It was Ty, in the kitchen with him, the remains of a Portal behind him.

Kit’s breath caught in his throat, and he was hit by so many things all at once. Confusion. What was Ty even doing here? Surprise. Sadness. Anger.

So so so much anger. It burned through his body in waves, rolling off of him. 

Anger, as he remembered the last time he had seen Ty. He remembered again, his words to Ty that night, and his eyes filled with tears. He blinked them back.

“You think this will make your family stronger, but it will destroy them, if you bring her back. You think you can’t survive without Livvy, but you can. We will go through it together. I love you, Ty. I love you.”

He remembered again Ty’s blank expression at his words. Like he didn’t even care. Like he didn’t care that Kit had put everything on the line in that moment. Because Ty didn’t care about him, that much he knew now. Ty would never care about him. Because, in the end, Kit meant nothing to Ty. Ty didn’t even care enough to acknowledge Kit’s words, to listen to him when he most needed to be heard.

Kit’s mouth turned down in a frown. And when he spoke, it was in a cold voice. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Ty broke Kit’s eye contact, looking out the window. Kit could see that his words had affected Ty, but only for a second, because then his face went blank again.

Behind Ty, he noticed Livvy, floating above the ground in the same white dress he had come to know her to wear. 

He looked away from her, before his anger could be directed at her too. He knew it probably wasn’t her fault that they were here—and yet, he wanted it to be someone’s fault. Why else would Ty be here?

Kit was angry, and hurt, yes…but he wanted to believe that maybe they had come for him. Maybe Ty had come to ask for forgiveness, maybe he was finally going to acknowledge Kit’s words from two years ago.

Instead, Ty said “How long do you think it will take you to forgive me?”

It almost felt like Ty wanted a specific time, like he thought Kit was being ridiculous. Like he wanted to know when Kit would be done throwing a tantrum so he could show up and say ‘I told you so’ and it infuriated Kit.

But what infuriated Kit even more was that his heart was beating like crazy inside his chest. He was fighting his instinct to go to Ty, to be there for him. Ty didn’t usually like to be touched, but he liked it when Kit did it. Maybe he could hug Ty. Or maybe Ty wouldn’t feel comfortable around him anymore. Because he left, and they were both different now.

Kit was so tired of this. But he had also learned his lesson. He couldn’t be around Ty—not without feeling so much pain, so much embarrassment. He didn’t belong in Ty’s life. Ty didn’t need him; he had his siblings. He had Helen and Aline, and Mark, and Julian. He had Dru (who Kit was assuming he would be hearing from very soon, depending on whether or not Ty told her anything), and Tavvy, and his friends at the Scholomance. And he had Livvy. 

There was no room in Ty’s life for Kit anymore. He was a fool to think there ever would be.

“I don’t know,” He told Ty, because truthfully, he didn’t know. His feelings were scrambled, but he knew enough to know that it still hurt like hell to even think about Ty. Being this close to Ty—it was like torture.

He felt his eyes flick to Livvy again, and this time it was almost accusing. She didn’t know what had happened between him and Ty. At least, as far as he knew, she didn’t. But he didn’t know whether Ty had ever brought it up. He hoped Ty never had. He couldn’t handle the humiliation. Every time Dru had asked him what had happened, he couldn’t tell her. He’d tried, but every time, he just couldn’t say, or text, the words. 

How was he supposed to tell her, or anyone, that he’d run away from Ty when Ty had needed him most. How did he explain the betrayal, the dismissal of their friendship, of his feelings. He should’ve been able to stop Ty. If he couldn’t do that, how was he ever supposed to be anywhere near him, knowing that he’d failed to get through to Ty?

“She’s gone, Ty. She’s gone forever. You have to get through this. Your family will help you. I will help you. But not if you do this. Not if you do this, Ty.”

He focused again on Ty, really taking him in, despite his own hesitations. Ty was taller, thin but not too thin. He looked healthy. His hair looked mostly the same, maybe a little shorter. His jaw was more defined, his eyes, if possible, an even more intense gray. His shirt was unbuttoned on the top, and Kit could see the hollow of Ty’s throat. He wanted to gently kiss it so badly it felt like it was eating him up from the inside.

“But not now,” Ty said, in such a quiet voice that Kit almost didn’t hear him. Kit watched as Ty swallowed, his throat bobbing up. 

A lump formed in Kit’s throat. Dear god, Ty was beautiful. 

Kit shook his head, just barely, feeling like all the weight of his feelings were pushing down on his shoulders, making his whole body feel stiff and cold. 

“No,” He said quietly, because if he spoke any louder, he was afraid he might break down. And he could not break down. Not in front of Ty. Never in front of Ty. “Not now.”

As he watched Ty leave, he felt empty. Hollow. Ty wouldn’t look at him, but Livvy was plainly staring. Livvy looked kind of angry at him, but she didn’t say anything to either of them.

He could’ve sworn there was a glint in Ty’s eyes, almost like tears. 

But that couldn’t be right…

And then Ty was gone, Livvy with him.

Kit didn’t move, couldn’t move from where he stood. He wasn’t sure how to feel. His heart hurt, and he could feel tears forming again. But this time, he let them fall, because no one was around to see them.

“Oh Ty,” he murmured, his eyes landing on the gun again. “I wish I could forgive you. But I can’t. I just can’t. I hope you understand that.” 

He picked up the gun again, and pulled out his phone so he could google how to clean it. Ty was probably right, he was definitely doing it wrong.

He forced all thoughts of Ty out of his head and busied himself with the gun yet again.

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[dragonmuse]

See what you did there with the inability to be heard when mentioning Faith... we've yet to see Mainverse Stede receive that knowledge... These waiting rooms have been a delight tonight! Thank you! Has me craving more from each individual 'verse. <3 If your list isn't long enough, yet, I've realized, too, with the recent Feels Like & May Be Bad, that we've not seen Faith discussed/introduced for Feels Like, yet... Or Bottle of Red... This is a slippery slope once you start! XD

(oooh let's do Pete finding out about Faith! I love that Feels like has been this slow growing favorite. A very pleasant counterbalance to I May Be Bad)

Pete had never much minded waiting. He liked to think of himself as a man of action, but he knew deep down that his real strength was in endurance. He could hold steady and firm as long as he needed to and that mattered too. It had done him a great service in securing Izzy’s attention and ultimately, his affections.  Pete had found that very worth waiting for, as Izzy cracked open, spilling a surprisingly generous spirit and willingness every which way. 

So Pete had never pushed about the ring Izzy wore around his neck. It was a pretty little thing, and Pete often watched it when Izzy was on top of him, the way it would catch the light as they swayed together. He knew that Izzy clung to it like a talisman, especially in sleep, but Izzy held him just as tightly, so it was hard to be jealous of it.  

He waited and eventually the right time presented itself. They had both just said goodbye to Lucius, who lingered in the doorway, returning to kiss them both once or twice before departing. It was only the third time they’d had him over and the newness of it was still delicious, but not as nerve-wracking as the first time. Izzy was moving slowly, for him, some of his usual energy bled away to make room for relaxation. 

They were on the couch, half-dressed and the remains of breakfast scattered around them. Izzy was bare-chested and Pete took a moment to appreciate him before saying, 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Why are you asking if you can ask?” Izzy glanced away from his phone to him. 

“Cause I want your attention and also I’m not sure you’ll like the question.” 

The phone lowered, “What?” 

“The ring,” he gestured to his own neck to indicate it. It was currently nestled in bountiful dark chest hair, glittering like a target. “Who’s was it?” 

Izzy touched it absently. “Why are you asking now?” 

“Always wondered. Just figured you might be in a good enough mood to tell me.” 

“Clever.” Izzy’s compliments often sounded like accusations. “Taking advantage?” 

“I don’t get the higher ground very often. Give me this one.” 

“....fine,” Izzy sighed and to Pete’s surprise, came closer, so their shoulders were pressed together. Invited, Pete dropped an arm around his shoulders.  “Her name was Faith.” 

“Faith,” Pete repeated, committing it to memory. 

“She was...she was my girlfriend, I guess. Fiance. Briefly. The ring wasn’t an engagement ring, just a promise, but I intended to make good on it.” 

“Of course you did,” Pete nodded. “You don’t make half-assed promises.” 

“What’s the point of doing it if you’re not going to see it through?”

“Don’t look at me, I’m on your side here. When did you guys meet?” 

“We were fifteen. She picked me out. Wanted someone to make bullies back off and her parents to as a bonus. I was good for that back then. Angry all the time and I had a reputation.” 

“Yeah?” Pete could picture that. Izzy, even smaller than he was now, and pumped full of teenage hormones must’ve been a force to be reckoned with. 

“Yeah. Got called a lot of things, but not many of them to my face, let’s put it that way. Faith liked that. She asked me to take her out. Fuck, she was so clever.” 

“What’d she look like?” 

“Red hair, the kind that’s really orange, not red.  On the small side. Frail. Big blue eyes. I don’t know. She was beautiful to me.” 

Pete was building a picture in his mind, already getting fond of this girl. He knew what it was to pick Izzy out and fix on him for a lot of reasons. 

“Okay, so what? You started going out at fifteen?” 

“Went on dates and everything. Got close. Really close. I ran with some guys back then, but I didn’t have friends. Not really. Bet you did in high school.” 

“Not so much,” Pete admitted. “A few buddies, but...dunno. Didn’t really have a best friend until I met John and that wasn’t until I was past thirty.” 

“Huh,” Izzy glanced at him. “Really?” 

“Yeah, Iz, really.” 

“...huh,” he said again and Pete had to hide a smile against Izzy’s shoulder. 

“I’m only the friendly one compared to you,” he pointed out. 

“Fuck off,” Izzy growled even as he moved in even closer. Pete glanced a kiss off his cheek. 

“Okay, so you and Faith get close. Eventually get engaged.” 

“Yeah, we were together all the time. We were gonna get out, you know? She was...she could’ve gone to a good college. Gotten money even.” 

“....this ends really sad, doesn’t it?” Pete had known that. You didn’t wear someone else’s ring around your neck and cling to it like a lifeline when the person who wore it had just moved to France or something. But this was less abstract now. He could hear the grief, practically taste it in the air. 

“She was only seventeen,” Izzy said miserably. “Where’s the goddamn fairness in that?” 

“There isn’t,” Pete rubbed his arm a little. “I’m sorry.” 

“She’s been gone longer than she was alive. If it had been me instead-” 

“No. That’s a dark road,” Pete dropped his voice, low and soothing. “And now how it went down. You lived. You made it here. Hope it’s not a bad place to be.” 

“It’s good,” Izzy agreed. “Does it...should I not wear it?” 

“Hell no. You wear it until you’re buried with it if you want,” Pete said, squeezing his arm a little. “You loved her. Think it’s good to honor that.” 

“You don’t wear your dad’s anymore.” 

“I was worried I’d leave it in the dressing room or something. I take it off too much. But it’s safe.” Ready for the day it would be repurposed the way his father wanted it to be anyway. “It’s different for you. The necklace was clever.” 

“Told you she was small, couldn’t even get it on my pinky,” he tapped the ring. 

“Tell me something else about her.” 

“Why?” 

“I like people you like, and there’s not a lot of them,” Pete settled a little, got comfortable. 

“I don’t remember-” 

“Aw, don’t lie. You’ve got a memory like a....do elephants actually have good memories or is that one of those sayings?” 

“Dunno. Think they do,” Izzy considered. “Don’t they mourn their dead or something?” 

“We’ll look it up later,” he decided. “Or ask Lucius, he always knows things like that. Anyway, just one story.” 

“We used to play hooky sometimes,” the words came slowly. It wasn’t a unique story and Izzy wasn’t really much of a storyteller, but two kids knocking around a city that Pete had claimed as his home had its own charm. 

Years later, Lucius would hear these stories too and he’d dig a little and produce the little photo. To Pete’s surprise, the girl he had conjured up in his imagination wasn’t far off from the real thing. By then, he’d met Delly too and wheedled out a few pictures of a younger, somehow impossibly, grumpier Izzy. It wasn’t hard to picture the two of them slipping around the edges of louder, bigger people. A shadowy pair clinging to the edges, determined to survive. 

“Sorry,” he told the picture when Lucius left it with him to go get his drawing supplies. “You should be here, I think. But I’m taking good care of him.” 

There was only silence, of course, but Pete didn’t mind. He preferred the dead where they belonged. Just seemed polite to acknowledge them sometimes. Just in case. 

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #feels just like i'm falling for the first time #pete black #izzy hands #faith callahan