#i dont see the combinations she does done by anyone else

[quenepacrossing]

🌥️ dreaming of nordsea by @nordsea-horizons

#where do i even begin #caroline is consistenly one of the freshest most unique creators we have on tumblr #i dont see the combinations she does done by anyone else #this island was such a breath of fresh air #it flowed so well and it was so pretty #my ​pictures dont do it justice #must visit #acnh #animal crossing new horizons #acnh dream tour #acnh da #acnh dream address

[ravenelyx]

Since I dont think it'll be ready tonight, here's a work in progress <3

Arranged Heartbreak - Sebastian Sallow x Fem! Reader

(not edited yet)

Taglist is open

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The first time Sebastian truly realised his feelings for her was during their sixth year.

He sat in the dorm with Ominis, the latter immersed in yet another book about feminism: the only books he had read since the disagreement.

Not that he had much choice, because as soon as Sebastian noticed the pages running short in the blond’s alabaster hand, he would go and fetch him yet another book from the same section.

“Do it for me.” The brunet always said, and Ominis had no idea what exactly that did for him.

Nor did he know if the world-weary sighs coming from his fellow Slytherin were directed at how slowly he was reading this last book or at something else entirely.

“What’s got your wand in a knot?” He finally asked, putting his own red-glowing-and-not-in-a-knot wand down and closing the book.

“Nothing.” Said the other boy nonchalantly, as if his suspires hadn’t become gradually louder in an attempt to annoy the blond enough to make him pay attention to him.

“Is it her?”

Ah, of course he knew.

“No.”

But Ominis knew exactly what he was getting at, and frankly was done with his antics, so he decided to ignore him again.

Sebastian’s eye twitched at the silence, until he let out a loud groan. “Fine. Yes.” He yielded, letting his hands fall loudly on the mattress for good measure. “It’s her.”

“What about it?” The Gaunt boy asked tiredly, expecting Sebastian to go on a tangent on how she had bested him at Defence Against the Dark Arts again. But Sebastian’s mind was too preoccupied to care about his reputation as the best duellist in the school.

“I want to court her.”

Ominis stopped in his tracks, his pearly eyes widening as his friend’s words sank in.

"You... you want to court her?" he asked, his heart skipping a beat.

Of course, he knew that the Sallow boy had shown some… softness around the new student. And that he seemed to think of her with higher regard than others. But never would he have imagined the words ‘Sebastian Sallow’ and ‘courting’ in the same sentence — unless he thought of him as best-man for his sister Anne.

Still, despite the seemingly distressed state of his friend, he couldn’t help but tease him as good mates usually do. "After seeing how you two interact, she'd chew you up and spit you out, then curse you for not having done better. Still, I suppose it's the thought that counts.” He said with a smile in his voice. “I won't dissuade you from pursuing her... just maybe think twice before you do, alright?"

"Well... thank you, it's good to know you have my back." Sebastian scoffed sarcastically. "Are you sure you're not trying to dissuade me from having her so you could woo her yourself? I thought I had your blessing.”

Ominis couldn't help but give an amused laugh at his statement. "Not even I can play that dirty, Sebastian. If that's what you want, I won't stop you; I'm just warning you not to set your heart on it if you can't handle the rejection. Not only is she beautiful, according to your words, but she's smart and quick-witted, too: not an easy combination to win over."

“If my attempts at romancing her are anything like your attempts at getting her forgiveness, then I’ll surely be sporting that rejection soon.” Sebastian sighed loudly once more. “What should I do? Should I buy her flowers? Chocolate?”

“Flowers usually do the trick,” Ominis replied thoughtfully. “Perhaps you could get her something sweet as well.”

"But... But what are her favourite flowers? Or worse, what if she doesn't like flowers, or chocolate for that matter? What if she prefers white chocolate and I get her milk chocolate?" Sebastian was clearly starting to panic, and Ominis’ lungs couldn’t help but replicate those weary sighs, too.

"Does anyone really dislike flowers?" Ominis asked rhetorically. "I'm sure even if they're not her favourite, it'll show you're putting in effort. As for chocolate, I'm sure she'll forgive a little mistake. Just pick the best you can afford, and you'll do just fine. But," he added, a smile returning to his face, "you should try to get to know her tastes a little better first before you bring her any kind of gift. Have you not learnt anything during all this time you've been friends?"

“We don’t usually talk about flowers.” Sebastian replied indignantly.

“Right, right. You’re more keen on blasting each other to pieces in a duel. Both mental and physical.”

Sebastian smiled fondly.

“Or, to be precise, she blasts you.” Ominis added, amused.

Sebastian’s smile disappeared.

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter fandom #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x mc #harry potter fanfiction #sebastian sallow fic #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #wizarding world

[nyxofdemons]

okay okay okay. im so normal. im so so normal about this

some thoughts on the new episode:

*inhale*

MOXXIES DAD FUCKING SUCKS. I DONT EVEN HATE CASH AS MUCH AS I HATE CRIM. GOOD WORK TEAM IM FUCKING SEETHING ABOUT HIM (in a good writing way)

I LOVE THE GREED RING!!! the music is PHENOMENAL? i am obsessed with the soundtrack when they're first flying in, it's STUNNING

MILLIE AND MOXXIE BOTH DATED CHAZ. I WASNT EXPECTING THIS?? ITS SO FUNNY HELP

blitz being pissed at "THERE'S SOMEONE WHO FUCKED BOTH OF YOU?" GAJSBSV HES SO JEALOUS???

the fucking boat movie quote

listen chaz is funny and all but i fucking hate him for what he did to moxxie. die die die my boy deserved BETTER THAN THAT

I LOVE THE SCENE OF MOXXIE AND BLITZ MEETING!!! oh my god its so cute. blitz's annoying optimism and it cheering moxxie up almost instantly. MOXXIE HAVING A SOFT SPOT FOR KIDS (THE SOFT LITTLE SMILE WHEN BLITZ MENTIONS LOONA??)

"you called him a friendless horsefucker" and blitz changing it to "horseless friendfucker" as if the lack of horses is more notable. blitz's obsession with horses will literally never not be fucking golden

crim smacking moxxie was actually such a fucking incredible scene. like don't get me wrong i'm ready to kill him with my bare hands but the way this scene was DONE. the intensity and tension break was fucking PHENOMENAL. the same thing happened with moxxie's fight with striker. i could talk about this forever but the way the scene is shot and the camera angles and everything make it feel SO intimate and have such a close-up kind of fear to them.

"okay, first off, dad, i'm bisexual" "yeah, gay!" "FOR FUCKS SAKE" RHKAHWKABSVS

SORRY IM SORRY MOXXIES DAD BEING LIKE,,, VAGUELY HOMOPHOBIC YET STILL TRYING TO FORCE MOXXIE TO MARRY CHAZ. ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY GSKABQBD

seeing moxxie shrink and close up on himself hit SO CLOSE TO HOME,,, mox doesn't really censor himself at all with blitz - even though blitz is technically above him, they're still equal enough that moxxie will constantly snap back at him. seeing moxxie be so anxious and falter and stutter and hold his tongue is just..... god it feels so realistic and well done. im going to sob

THE FLASHBACK FUCKING DEVASTATED ME. GOOD FUCKING MORNING. oh my god baby moxxie and his mother and watching as crim ruins everything. im going to be sick

CHAZ'S MUSICAL NUMBER. THE EMOTIONAL PUNCHES AND THEN THE COMEDY ARE SO WELL TIMED GHAKABANSB

CHAZ AND BLITZ HOLY SHIT. I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS??? i mean for starters it was fucking hilarious but like. oh my god. the stolitz implications (will stolas find out?? how will he feel??? does this tie into stolas giving him that crystal??? SOMETHING ABOUT BLITZ BEING SO DISSATISFIED WITH CHAZ GIVES ME STOLITZ FEELS. something something stolas being the best he's ever had and/or him LIKING stolas so much that he's not really enjoying being with anyone else??? HELLO????

MOXXIE STANDING UP TO HIS DAD!!!! GOOD FOR HIM!!! when he hit the table and crim jumped! combined with the calm and cold voice... GOOD SHIT

the priest officiating the wedding is so fucking funny. guy who doesn't get paid enough for this shit

THE MUSIC AGAIN!!! ITS SO GOOD

MILLIE MY WIFE MILLIE WITH A KNIFE MILLIE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

SHES SO COOL

I LOVE MILLIE SO MUCH

she ripped out a dude's spine and strangled someone else with it??? oh 👀👀👉👈

anyway i am having one million thoughts that i can't put into words but in conclusion!! GOOD episode good shit i'm emotionally devastated and will not be recovering for many many days <33

#mine #helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss exes and oohs #e: exes and oohs

[shindidnothingwrong]

I genuinely cant tell whos more useless at this point, Sumire or Code.

If it wasnt obvious this is gonna be an anti Sumire and Code post, you’ve been warned. Manga spoilers too so if your anime only dont read this.

For starters this isnt really anti Sumire as it is the writing, but given the writing for her is shit I have no choice but to work with what they give me.

Lets start with Code, he was talking mad spicy and his limiters being removed have been hyped up since they were first mentioned, and even before the topic of his limiters came up he was portrayed as still being able to rival Naruto and Sasuke.

He says after he gets his limiters off that now he cant lose to anyone, only to get his ass whooped by a child who looks no older than 8

Code is utterly useless, he was given a huge tip on how Daemons powers work and he still got his ass whooped and Daemon himself says hes the strongest out of everyone, a literal child is somehow stronger than unlimited Code, Isshiki, Naruto, and Sasuke combined. Thats a whole other bag of worms to be discussed later but right now we’re just focusing on Code.

This is pathetic, all that hype with zero pay off, all that big talk just to get overpowered by a child, all that planning yet he couldnt see the double cross anyone with even the slightest bit of common sense would’ve saw coming a mile away. The fact that everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE including Bug has called him useless is a testament to just how BAD he is at everything he tries to do.

Now lets move on to Sumire, self appointed ‘sherlock holmes’, remember all this?

We really should’ve saw this coming when Amado said this, he was right on the money because thats exactly what she is, stupid.

From the very beginning shes been suspicious of him, thats her whole reason for becoming his ‘assistant’, to keep an eye on him and of course to ask Kawaki about Boruto but thats a separate topic. She appointed HERSELF as a spy because SHE was suspicious of him, thats why shes there working with him. Amado even calls her a genius and claims she was such a ‘oh so big’ help to him during the process of recreating and reattaching Kawakis arm, which is an important detail for what Im about to say next.

EXCUSE ME? IRRATIONAL GROUNDLESS FEAR? NO PROOF?

HE TOLD YOU HE COULD RE-IMPLANT KARMA ON KAWAKI WHICH HE DIDNT TELL ANYONE ELSE

HE TOLD YOU HE HAD A HIDDEN AGENDA FOR KAWAKI THAT HES PURPOSEFULLY NOT TELLING YOU OR ANYONE ELSE WHAT IT IS

HES ACTED SUSPICIOUS MULTIPLE TIMES WITH HIS UNUSUAL CONCERN FOR KAWAKI THATS CLEARLY MOTIVATED BY HIS OWN SELF INTEREST

SO HOW TF IS HER SUSPICIONS GROUNDLESS AND HOW TF DOES SHE NOT HAVE ANY PROOF? HES LITERALLY TOLD HER EVERYTHING TO HER FACE!!!!

Now how does this make her useless you ask? glad you asked

Amado put Karma back on Kawaki right under her nose, keep in mind, the whole reason she became his assistant was because she was suspicious of him and wanted to keep an eye on him, AMADO HIMSELF says that she was VERY much involved with the reattaching of Kawakis arm, he says he COULDNT have done it without her.

Now this implies 1 of 2 things

1 Amado was lyin his ass off and Sumire really didnt do much of anything, he just said that to make it seem like she did something

2 Sumire is fkin useless and didnt pay attention to what he was doing like she was supposed to

But lets give her the benefit of the doubt and say maybe the Karma implantation was something unnoticeable, lets just go ahead and say thats true

Explain this then

He not only re-implanted Karma right under Sumire’s nose, but he also put an emergency shut down function right infront of her too that now gives Amado and Ada/Daemon all the leverage that should’ve been prevented.

YOU. HAD. ONE. FKING. JOB. AND. YOU. BLEW. IT.

I dont wanna hear Sumire stans ever talk about her being a genius, her having this grand plan, her being sherlock holmes which the fkin audacity to even put them in the same sentence when THIS is her detective work, I dont wanna hear none of it.

All that true heroine, important role, genius, super spy nonsense is all out the fkin window now, this is absolutely indefensible no matter how much you stan her shes a danm DISGRACE.

Keep in mind to put in an emergency shut down function that’ll effect his entire body he has to put SOMETHING in him, something that’d have to look suspicious for just reattaching his arm and you want me to believe she just DIDNT question it? and if she did and he gave a half assed answer she just went along with it? she didnt tell nobody?

Fucking USELESS.

But hey dont get me wrong, Im not blaming everything on Sumire because lets be real, none of this would’ve happened if the grown ass men in charge actually PUT Amado under tight surveillance by Jonin like Sai and Hibiki who specialize in spying, interrogation, and intelligence work, hell to be extra thorough assign a Yamanaka there as well to probe his brain if they sense he not bein totally honest with them. 

Why was he constantly left alone with a danm child as the only person watching him and that was by her own CHOICE not cuz anyone was suspicious and asked her to spy on him no, she CHOSE to spy on him from her own suspicions, which means if she HADNT been suspicious then Amado would’ve been operating on Kawaki totally unsupervised!!!!

So please dont get it twisted and think this is me putting it all on Sumire nah, there are plenty of other ppl just as much at fault here if not more so, Naruto and Shikamaru being the biggest ones at fault for whats happening because of their complete and total incompetence.

Regardless that doesnt excuse Sumire from any of the blame, EVERYBODY should be held accountable for their role in this happening and that includes her, because she was the only one watchin him, she heard from his own mouth of his ulterior motives and alerted NO ONE, she watched and helped him work on Kawaki and she noticed NOTHING and if she did she clearly still let it happen without telling anyone what she saw to demand an explanation. She kept questioning Amado HERSELF and getting zero answers as if he has any reason to respond to some kid askin questions instead of going and getting ppl higher up who CAN make him talk like the mf Hokage or his advisor or hell even Sai who was RIGHT THERE WITH HER and she STILL kept her mouth shut.

THERE. IS. NO. DEFENDING. THIS.

Sumire and Code are the two most useless characters in this sequel thus far which is a feat I didnt think anyone could ever share with Code but this chapter just proved it can. I genuine feel bad for how Code has been utterly disrespected beyond repair and I feel bad for Sumire and how shit shes been written, be that as it may I dont feel too bad because we’ve been saying this was gonna happen for the longest now but stans kept claiming what a big important role she was gonna have and how she has this grand plan that not only was her role unimportant and simply to point out Amado was sus which everyone already knew, but she also had no plan and she herself admits she wasnt even confident in her own suspicions which is why she carelessly allowed all of this to happen right under her watch. Its a bad time to be a Sumire fan for manga readers right now.

And before you say it, its a bad time to be a Sarada and Mitsuki fan too, practically no one is safe from poor writing in this manga. Its just that as of right now Sumire and Code have it the worst.

#boruto manga #manga spoilers

[tommydarlings]

Who's loving you? | t.h

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this! It's extra kinda long because I never really done anything to thank you for nearly 400 followers!!! Thank you so much <3 (pls don't let this flop) anyway, enjoy! :) ily, liz <3

pairing: Tom Holland x reader

warnings: swearing, use of the word daddy?

w/c: 2.9k (wtf)

Requests: CLOSED

Summary: You and Tom holland are sworn enimies... aren't you?

masterlist || taglist || requests ( in my masterlist)

You hated him and he hated you. Easy.

Tom Holland was your enemy. You couldn't stand this man, he was just so unbelievable selfish. He loved himself, and himself only. He always talked about how smart he is and how many girls he already fucked. Yeah I know, so interesting. He was so in love… with himself, it was so annoying already. You had no idea how anyone could love him or even like him in the slightest, it was a mystery to you.

Why he hated you? You had there a few ideas actually… but it wasn't your fault entirely to be honest.

It all started pretty early, and to be completely honest, it's actually pretty childish why you hated each other so much.

Tom was 8 years old while you were 7. You were neighbors and your parents were pretty good friends so they decided to meet each other once. Well, it didn't ended well, it ended with you crying because Tom ripped the head of your favorite puppet off and laughed while you laid crying in the green and slightly wet grass in your backyard. Little bastard, I know.

But of course you gave him something of his own medicine. Just 4 years later you told his school crush that he likes her, and maybe you told her some lies about him like that he is super gross and that he actually likes another girl too and after that, Tom's crush spoke never a word to him ever again. And after he found out that you told her all that bullshit about him, he hated you to death. He could have litterilly killed you that day.

Since that they you were sworn enimies and basically both promised yourself that you would hate each other for the rest of your life's. Well…

The sad thing was that you both were pretty good friends with Harrison Osterfield aka Tom's best mate. And that's the reason why you both got invited to harrisons birthday party in his favorite club in London. Well, it wasn't exactly a birthday party it was kinda a little get together and spend some time again. It was just Tom, Jacob, zendaya, Jake, Harrison and you. You and Tom in one room. Worst combination ever.

Everyone knew that you two hated each other because it was so fucking obvious. But at the same time everyone knew that there is something in the air. For tom and you just pure hate, but for your friends it was love.

As you entered the club in your beautiful but at the same time short red dress, you spot the group immediately. Harrison waved you over to the table where everyone already sat comfortably on their chairs, the only chair that was free was of course next to the one and only Tom holland.

"sit down princess" Tom said with a grin on his stupid face.

"shut up Thomas" you said while you sat down.

"Yo guys, we are here for a few minutes and you already starting a fight? The night is not gonna end well" Jacob said with a tiny laugh.

"Yep, probably we even have to stop you from attacking each other" jake added. Tom and you just both rolled your eyes and began to order some snacks for the night.

"Can you please pass me the salt Tom?"

"You mean daddy, don't you? he answerd.

"What?" you said with confusion all over your face.

"you mean 'can you please pass me the salt daddy', didn't you?"

You just scoffed before you leaned over the desk and grabbed the salt yourself.

"uhhhh" Tom said with a little smirk.

"what now?" you asked slightly annoyed already.

"nice tits darling"

"fuck off holland"

He just laughed while everyone else on the table had a tiny grin on their face.

"you guys are really unbelievable" zendaya said with a tiny smile painted on her face.

"what do you mean?" you asked as you looked at her.

"you are so in love and you can't even see it" she said while she still wore the tiny grin.

You and Tom just looked at each other before you both rolled your eyes and make some puke noises.

"don't be ridiculous, we all know it" Harrison added.

You and Tom shaked your heads but you still tried to glance at him secretly but he caught you red handed. Because he just looked at you too.

---

"Where is Tom?" you asked the rest of the group.

"I don't know, I think he went outside or something" Jacob said.

You just shaked your head before you stood up and went into the restroom. When you were finish with your business, you left the restroom and bumped right into someone.

"oh, I'm sorry-"

"Hello babygirl"

"Just fuck off Tom" you answered quickly.

"how about…. No?" he said while he slowly backed you up against the wall. After your back hit the wall, he put both of his hands next to your head, so that you were trapped.

"go away Tom, please" you said with a hint of nervousness in your voice.

"I like that"

"what do you mean?" you answered confused.

"when you beg"

You starred at him with pure shook in your eyes. Your legs slowly started to shake and you kinda started to sweat.

"aw, does my little princess gets nervous? Pretty little thing" he fucking whisperd the last part right in your ear.

"I hate you" you spat.

"dont worry doll, I hate you too" he said before he stepped away from the wall and took one last look at you from the top to the bottom before he left.

"What the actual fuck" you whispered to yourself.

Tom made you weak.

---

The rest of the night went pretty good until you had to ruin it all,

"I'm gonna go get some drinks"

"yeah, please bring them, I need them when I have to spend the rest of the night by your side" Tom answerd annoyingly.

"can you shut the fuck up for one second Tom?"

"can you finally suck my dick?" he said with a wide grin.

"fuck off Thomas"

"you didn't said no darling" he yelled after you as you walked away from him. Sadly was the rest of your group the other ones currently outside doing God knows what so it was only you and your sworn enemy in there.

As you stood at the bar waiting for the drinks you felt someone lightly grabbing your ass, at first you though that you just imagined it but after the second time you knew that that is not your imagination.

"hey babygirl" a unfamiliar male voice spoke into your right ear quietly.

"go away" you said annoyingly.

"c'mon, I know that you want it too princess"

"Don't fucking call me that you little asshole" you spat angrily.

Suddenly he grabbed your wrist and turned you around so that you were face to face with him. He looked like he was in his 40's, 50's maybe? Definitely much to old and disgusting for you.

"And you better shut that pretty little mouth of yours doll" he spat back at you angrily.

Suddenly he pulled on your wrist and lead you to a little bedroom in the corner of the club. You know, where people get in to have their fun.

"Let go of me!" you yelled but he didn't reacted, he just threw you on the bed and started to open your dress.

"NO PLEASE NO" you yelled even louder but he didn't cared at all.

Out of nowhere, the man got pushed off of you an someone started to punch him. While you put your dress back on and tried to calm yourself down, the man that just saved you came up from the floor and you couldn't believed who just saved you.

"T-tom?" you said quietly, unsure if he really just saved you from getting raped or if you are dreaming or just wish that it would be like that.

"Are you okay y/n?" he asked as he slowly walked to you.

"Y-yeah, t-thank you t-tom" you said quietly while new tears started to build up in your eyes.

Keep it the fuck together y/n.

"it's okay now y/n, come here" he said as he opened his arms. At first you just starred at him and kinda asked yourself in your head if that's really happening right now or if you dream again.

But as he slightly smiled and nodded his head towards his arms as an invitation, you slowly made your way into his strong arms. But then you started to sob even harder.

"Sshh, it's fine now darling, I got you, okay?" you just slightly nodded with your head before Tom spoke up again,

"Do you want me to drive you home?" you just wanted to agree when you remembered that zendaya got the key for the house you both share and you really didn't wanted to search for here in the club right now, so you asked something you thought that you would never asked,

"Can I come with you?" your voice was literally trembling while you asked him that. He slowly loosened his right grip on you and looked down at you,

"yeah, of course" he said with a kind smile on his face.

"t-thank you" you answered before you both made your way to his car that was parked outside the nasty club.

Tom opened the door for you and you thanked him before the two of you climbed into the car. While you both drove to his house he gently laid his hand on your tight and you jumped up for a quick second.

"Is that okay?" Tom asked quietly.

"Y-yeah" you answered.

"o-okay" he said before started to stroke your leg with his thumb slowly.

---

"you want something to drink? Or eat?" he asked you while you sat comfortably on his couch. "No thanks" he nodded with his head lightly before he made his way over to you on the couch.

"Um t-thank you again Tom, really, you basically saved my life so yeah" you said

"No problem, I already saw him touching you at the bar and I was about to get up and punch this guy but when I saw him dragging you into this 'sex' room, when I can call it that, then I lost it completely"

"why?" you asked quitely out of nowhere.

"what do you mean?"

"why did you save me when you hate me Thomas?"

"because I care about you and by the way, i-I don't hate you y/n, yeah there were maybe some times where I wanted to kill you but I never hated you, I swear"

You couldn't believe it. Did he really just said? Did Tom Holland just said that?!

"r-really?" you asked nervously.

"yes y/n, really"

You were speechless. You were honestly shooked.

"i-wow-i don't k-know what to say, I'm actually really s-speechless right-"

You couldn't even finish before you felt his lips on yours. He just kissed you softly and gently to not push it or anything. He slowly grabbed your hips and put you on his lap. You both separated for a second and just looked into each other's eyes. Tom just wanted to say something but you put your finger over his lips and said,

"Sshh, please don't ruin it now tommy, please"

That's the first time you called him that name and he already loved it so much. He slightly nodded with his head and a tiny smile on his face before he leanded in and started to kiss you gently again.

After a few seconds of gently kissing each other, he puts one of his hands on your cheek and the other one on your hip and depended the kiss. He slowly started to kiss down your neck but you stopped him after a few seconds.

"sorry" he whisperd before he turned his head awys from so he doesn't have to look you in the eyes.

"hey" you whisperd quietly and put both of your hands on his cheeks and turned his head in your direction so you looked each other right in the eyes.

"I r-really like you y/n" he said quietly while he looked at your lips before he looked in your eyes again.

"B-but why, we always hated each other"

"Like I already told you y/n, I don't hate you and I never did, d-did you e-ever hated m-me?"

You knew the answer immediately. But you kinda didn't wanted to admit it.

"I-I don't hate you Tom, and I never did" you said slowly before you started to lean in again but before your lips touched, you spoke up again,

"I really like you too tommy"

"God, I love this name" he said with a tiny laugh.

"I think i'm falling for you" you said.

"I know that you are falling for me, I mean, who wouldn't?" he said in a funny way.

You lightly slapped his chest before you said,

"But your still a jerk"

"But I'm your jerk" he said with a grin.

"yes that's true, my jerk"

You both just looked into each other's eyes and enjoyed the moment before Tom spoke up,

"Do you wanna stay?" he asked nervously.

"Like, sleep here?" you said.

Tom nodded with his head slightly before he said,

"You don't have to I just thought that-"

"I would love to Tommy" you said in between.

With a wide and happy smile Tom nodded with his head again and picked you up.

"What are doing?" you said with a tiny laugh as you looked at him curiously.

"I'm gonna bring you into our bedroom"

"Our bedroom?" you answered.

"Well, for the night it's ours, okay darling?"

"okay Tommy"

And after you said that, he ran upstairs with you in his arms and threw you onto the bed gently. He came on top of you immediately. You both just laughed for a while before you spoke up,

"do you have something I could wear?" you asked quitely.

"yeah, I can give you a t-shirt of mine" he answered.

You nodded with your before he stood up and went to his closet. After a few seconds of searching a t-shirt that could maybe even fit you, he found the perfect one.

A white oversize t-shirt.

You thanked him before you went into the bathroom and changed into Tom's t-shirt while Tom changed in the bedroom. As you came out of the bathroom you saw Tom sitting on the edge of the bed just in his Calvin klein boxers.

Fuck, he looks so good.

You slowly made your way over to him and as you were nearly right infront of him, he stood up and hovered over you with the most serious gaze that you ever saw on Tom. He looked down at you, right into your eyes before he said,

"You look gorgeous baby"

"you too tommy"

He slowly nodded with his head towards the bed and you both climbed into it lazily. You sat down on Tom's lap again. "I promise that I won't hurt you and I promise that I will forever protect you, no matter what alright?" he told you quietly with the prettiest smile ever.

"thanks you tommy" you said before you leaned in again and started to slowly make out.

---

As Tom woke up, he though he would be dreaming, but then he remembered that it was all real. But what made him doubt was that the place next to him on the comfortable bed was empty.

Where is she?

Suddenly he heard noises coming from the kitchen. He just threw on some grey sweatpants before he made his way downstairs.

He couldn't belive his eyes when he saw you in his oversize shirt making breakfast. Slowly he made his way over to you and hugged you from behind while he rested his chin on your shoulder gently.

"Good morning darling" Tom said

"Mmm, morning tommy" you answered.

"Are you making breakfast for the two of us?" he asked with a tiny smirk.

You nodded with your head before the radio in the background played a beautiful song.

Who's loving you from Michael Jackson.

You suddenly gasped and said,

"Oh my God, I love this song!"

You put the breakfast on the plates and put the drinks on the table. But before you could sit down and eat, Tom took your hand and turned you towards him.

"Dance with me darling" he said quietly.

"o-okay" he put his hands on your waist while you threw your arms around his neck.

"Who's loving youuuuu" Tom sand quitely in your ear.

Suddenly he picked you up and put you on the counter.

"Who's loving you" you sang now.

Before Tom could stop himself he said,

"I love you"

"what?" you didn't heard properly, right?

"I love you y/n, I really do"

You just starred at him before you said,

"I love you too"

You started to give soft little pecks while the radio was still playing in the backround.

"Who's loving youuuuu" you both sang at the end of the song.

"I do" you and Tom said at the same time. You just looked him in the eyes and knew deep down,

that's my one, that's the man that I love.

-`ღ´- ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ -`ღ´-

Taglist:

@goodgirlgonetom @majo240820 @misshale21 @itstaskeen @pure-ghost @justafangirlduh @elizabeth-brown @roseke @onyourgoddamnleft @lovelyxtom

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tomholland x reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #fanfiction #fanfic #marvel #thank you

[queenofallimagines]

Okay okay— afro Japanese! Iwa with a black reader!! They’re the talk of the school at all times. Iwa got girls lined up for him, cuz he’s mixed and sexy who doesn’t want a piece of that?? Y/N got dudes out the gate as soon as she steps into that bitch. Boom, Immediate power couple. She gets her hair done by Iwa’s mom ONLY and if he find out she went to anyone else, he’s so salty. “Bruh, my mom does the best braids and you went??? To some no name????? Bye.”

Not sure if you wanted headcanons but I’m adding onto it

Iwaizumi:

- Absolutely!!

- My mans is a whole snack

- The canon strongest and he’s a lil mean👀🥵

- When you two are together it’s always bully oikawa hours

- Oikawa probably steals your cocoa butter lmao

- If you’re spending the night at iwa house to get your hair done he will make sure you have a silk pillowcase

- Thoughtful king

- I can see y’all fighting over the aux cord

- Like he wants to play Kendrick Lamar and you want to play Megan

- However your combined playlist is fire

- Oikawa knows absolutely nothing about western music and will get his ass beat if he plays music

- He just google searched rap music

- “What’s it like to be a biracial logic?”

- Lmfaoo y’all almost kick him out the car

- “Do light skins deserve rights? Let’s discuss.”

- “He really need his ass beat for making that verse.”

- Let’s talk fits

- I’m so sorry y’all but he has some black Air Force ones in his closet

- You can’t look at me and tell me I’m wrong. You c a n t

- You and his mom regularly clown him for it

- “Whos ass you gon beat?”

- “You better not steal out my purse.”

- He knows how to cook

- He’s just that bitch

- Learned from his grandmother

- He likes grits with butter also(we DONT slander grits in this house)

#can you tell I love this man?? #what a snack!! #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu x poc reader #haikyuu x black reader #x black reader #headcanons #my writing

[electricbluebutterflies]

Hi!! Saw that promp list you reblogged, so I'm shooting my shot for Nina + Matthias with this one: 'Learning what the other person likes sexually' thank you 😊

(Also...idk if you'd accept 1 or 2 more requests for this otp? Loved the prompts but I dont wanna spam your inbox. 😜)

I kinda love them... obvious smut ahead and also on ao3.

She’s broken him. He’s not sure how much he minds.

Look, objectively the fact that he is stuck in the frozen middle of nowhere and owes his continued survival to a witch who will not shut up and seduced him more out of boredom than anything that seems like actual desire on her part is… almost all of his worst nightmares come true. But all of that established and ignored, Nina is not the worst possible person to be stuck with. She’s beautiful, occasionally funny in a way that breaks the cultural barriers between them, knows what she wants…

They’ve stopped for the night, no closer to civilization than they were when they woke up but not going around in circles yet – and he’s left subtle markings at each fishing hut they’ve temporarily occupied, he would know – and he knows what happens next, and this time he wants to do better.

Nina is, he has learned over the past few days, a very particular combination of insatiable and bossy. When she decides she wants, and apparently physical activities are how she deals with her everything, she makes herself very clear and pins him to whatever passes for a bed wherever they are. (Or, very briefly yesterday, a wall.) And while Matthias is a willing enough participant in his own corruption, he can’t push away the feeling that the power dynamic is the truly wrong thing here. A man is not supposed to be passive, even when faced with… all of that. But as it is, he’s not sure he’ll get the chance to change it up.

And sure enough, after an improvised meal of probably-undercooked fish, she reaches out. Puts her mouth on his and starts taking kisses, and he’s so powerless and so into it and-

“Stop,” he breathes, unsure if the word even comes out.

To his great surprise, she freezes. She’s still clinging to him, but not actively doing anything more. “You okay? Did I do something-“

“You need to rest,” he murmurs, adding a little endearment in his native language. Yep, she’s definitely corrupted him. “If you want, let me give.”

Nina rolls her eyes. “Are you sure?!”

“I need to learn how to do this… properly.”

The look on her face is the most amused horror he’s ever seen and oh he almost loves her for it. “I am not passive. You do realize that, right?”

“You don’t have to be. I don’t know… tell me what to do.”

She takes a step back. “Alright. How detailed instructions do you want?”

“Tell me how to make you happy.”

Nina takes another step back and shifts her body into an open position. “Alright. Undress me. You’ve seen how all of this works…”

He has, and he steps forward and tries. The buttons of her vest are so tiny, and of course she’d done up all of them, and it takes a frighteningly long time for his fingers to get them all undone. Then her shirt, also made challenging with the laces done up too tight and oh the sight of her curves underneath it is distracting and unfair and-

Somehow, he figures out all the knots and gets it off her, gets rewarded with the sight of her soft skin and pointy breasts. Even this would be enough, and he-

“Put your mouth… somewhere.”

If nothing else, Matthias is good at following orders. Even if they are given by a… no, at this point he doesn’t think she’s a witch. Not like he was taught to believe. Definitely not normal, but far more human than he expected.

Not that it matters, he reminds himself as he leans down and tries to kiss her breasts. She’s even paler there than she is elsewhere, and her body is warm and unfair. She squirms a little, but the noises she makes are happy enough and she hasn’t yelled at him so he’s hopefully not screwing this up too badly and-

On instinct, he puts his mouth around one of her nipples and licks, and her noises turn closer to what she apparently sounds like in bliss. He’s still learning how that works, but if this helps get her there…

“Okay, I was just going to have you straight-up fuck me but nevermind you’re actually good with your mouth,” she says, yanking on his hair to pull him up and off. “This still…?”

“Yes. Keep showing me.”

“I’m not showing you, I’m trying to un-repress you,” she laughs. “Undo my skirt and get me on the bed.”

He does, and without being told he knows what she wants next. Well, this may be the strangest experience yet with her, but…

The space between her thighs is beautiful, swollen pink instead of ivory, already shiny with her warmth. He pokes around with his fingers – this, at least, she has let him do before – and makes a plan. If he’s wrong then he’s wrong and he still expects she’ll get mad at him at some point during this, but until then he-

“Head. Down. Now.” From this angle she looks magnificent, and he can see her desperation in a different way. “Keep going unless I grab your ear, no matter what else I do.”

In the recent past, in the time before she happened to him, all of this was foreign to him. It was, and remains, improper for a man of his status to know too much about the sacred beauty of women before marrying one. In that way he is ruined now, and he cannot imagine any of this being so good with some equally innocent creature. This one is so much better. This one is-

She kicks his shoulder, more out of annoyance than wanting to hurt. “I know I’m cute but get on with it.”

He complies, pressing his mouth to her outer petals. He is well aware he has too much scruff right now, and that might hurt where she’s sensitive… no, might hurt some lesser woman, won’t make this one bat an eyelash. Nina is different and Nina is herself. And she is perfect, he thinks as instinct takes over and he starts to lick. Beautiful wet nightmare.

This is a first attempt, not perfection. His desire to make her happy counts for something, he hopes as he tries different things, because that’s about the only part of this in his favor. This act she’s suggested is so new, something he’s surprised she even wants, and to have his world reduced to her womanly parts is… perfect for him, honestly. He is aware of his own body responding to it, but she hasn’t asked for that yet and maybe she won’t tonight and-

As he is learning is normal for her, Nina falls apart with a few breathless noises. Apparently this also includes clenching her thighs tight enough his head hurts and more of her sweet warmth dripping onto his tongue. For a moment he’s not sure he can breathe either, and-

The pressure lessens and instead of grabbing his ear like she said, she pulls him up to her level by the shoulders.

“Did I… please you?”

She rolls over to cover his face in wet kisses. “You need to have more faith in your abilities. That was nice.”

“What… what now?”

“Do you still want to have me?” she asks, putting her hand between his legs.

As if that’s a question. Matthias has been able to ignore his own body until now, but the slightest touch makes him squirm and he’s still fully dressed and she is unfair and-

“Always,” he breathes. Might as well admit it. “Is that alright? You already…”

“Great thing about having the parts I do is I can fall apart multiple times,” she shrugs like that should be too obvious. “I am perfectly fine with it if you are.”

“Please.”

“Good. Undress for me and… I wanna see what you do.”

It no longer feels awkward to feel her eyes on him as he sheds his layers. Her expression is appreciative, and he’s never thought too much about what his body might look like to other people but clearly the only person who matters right now is into it. Years after her, he thinks, if there is an after her, he will always remember this as he looks at his skin. Impossible perfect woman almost making him happy.

And sure enough, as he’d both hoped and feared, his prick is in full form. And to think he’d expected it would hurt her the first time she wanted him. There’s no fear of that now, but a near-inevitability he won’t last long enough to give her what she wants and-

He looks at her, spread out for him and waiting, and he knows whatever he does will be enough.

Soft beautiful his, he repeats as he maneuvers his body over her. Perfect woman, as he lines up his prick. More than he had ever dreamed of, as he covers her.

She feels perfect around him, and he rolls his hips against hers and tries to find a pattern the way she does when she covers him and he is so sure he’s doing it wrong but she keeps taking kisses anyways so maybe not. Perfect, and he feels himself tense up and no too soon he hasn’t given her everything he hasn’t-

He falls apart anyways, best intentions be damned, boneless on top of her even as their bodies separate.

“I didn’t mean to-“

“Do I look like I’m complaining?”

No, he thinks as he maneuvers his body so most of his weight is off of her, no she does not. If anything, Nina looks the happiest he’s seen her, pink and glowing and content. “You look beautiful,” he says before he talks himself out of it.

“Good.” She shakes her head, her hair flying everywhere. “Are you… was all of that okay?”

She gets under his skin like no one else ever has, and he almost loves her for it and he is undone. “I don’t know if I did it right.”

“There is no right. Not with this. There’s only… what I like may be different from what some other person likes, and each time you’re with someone new you get to figure it all out again.”

“That’s not what I-“

“You made me feel good. As long as you felt good too… that’s the important part.”

And he did, he lets himself feel as they maneuver themselves into a comfortable position for sleep. Dangerous woman. He is ruined for anyone else now, and… maybe that’s alright.

#ebf talks to anons #helnik #ebf writes fic

[utilitycaster]

as a fellow member of the tribe lol i think jewish caleb hc get a bit uncomfy given the zemnian = d&d german connection and liam explicitly stating that he took a lot of inspiration from the german student resistance to the nazis. i dont think itd be fair to matt/liam to call the volstruckers d&d nazis but when you start throwing jewish hc in there it gets a bit awkward

So the OP of that post is Jewish, I believe, and iirc Liam actually said that he explicitly tried to distance from the Nazis specifically because he was doing a character with a German accent [which, and this came up as a fandom discussion relatively early in the campaign, is itself complicated; growing up as an American-born Jewish person in an Ashkenazi synagogue, the first German accents I heard were primarily from survivors, and I happen to have a very German-sounding last name for a combination of Yiddish/Ellis Island name change reasons despite being of more eastern European Jewish descent]. I believe he stated the inspiration was more from the KGB (though there are definitely some parallels with Nazis, particularly the Vollstrucker final exam). So that’s actually not what made me say “this doesn’t make sense!” I fully get if other Jewish people are somewhat uncomfortable, but based on how the Empire and specifically the Vollstruckers act I actually agree that a Cold War secret police model (KGB/Stasi) seems much more in line with the depiction in the show.

Jewish headcanons make me kind of uncomfortable in fantasy media not set in the real world because of a couple of reasons I’ve stated before. The main one is that Judaism is an explicitly monotheistic religion; it flat out does not make sense in a world that canonically has multiple, objectively real gods. It makes sense in a setting like the Unsleeping City, which is modern day NYC except there’s magic (and the only cleric is really more a cleric of a concept than a god) and I think that was fairly well-done representation, but in Exandria it’s the same idea as having an atheist - a monotheist in this world is just an idiot. So you end up with cultural markers, and there are plenty of people irl who are culturally but not religiously Jewish, which is entirely valid - but those people exist within a backdrop of Judaism being an ethnoreligion and the culture comes from that, and if you take away the religion you cannot really have the rest of it make sense. At this point I should note I’m probably thinking about this more than anyone asked, but I’ve never had a taste for headcanons that aren’t consistent with the worldbuilding because the worldbuilding is the framework on which I build everything else.

Culturally speaking though Caleb just doesn’t strike me as having a Jewish approach to things! I think it’s an older post - it just crossed my dash so I’d have to check to see where it lined up with the main campaign - but Caleb talks about being irredeemable and damned in a way that strikes me as, especially if you get into the meta-narrative of the actor not being Jewish, very culturally Christian. I have a lot of thoughts that probably belong on a different post but I find a lot of the discussion on redemption arcs in fandom to be super culturally Christian, too, which is fair! I think someone raised Catholic is going to feel very differently about the concept of redemption than I do. I see it as a very positive term that is highly subjective, and a process, not a binary state, but I also think that my view of it is influenced by my religious and cultural upbringing.

Meanwhile I do actually think a case can be made for Jester’s morality to fit Jewish philosophy - that she tends to judge people on their current actions rather than any general ideology, for example - but I have to say I don’t get how tieflings are supposed to be Jewish-coded in Exandria, at all, unless we are either dipping into some pretty unfortunate stereotypes; tieflings are pretty heavily based on like, the mythology of hell and devils, which is explicitly very Christian.

I guess while I’m explaining myself, I’ve found Caduceus’s arc, of someone raised within a small minority tradition, who is still deeply connected to it but is starting to question quite how he fits in, to be very resonant with me - I was raised moderately religious and became less so as an adult, but still find a lot of meaning in some religious rituals. I also find the Wildmother approach to death and dying to be much more in line with Jewish traditions (specifically simple burial, “you are dust and to dust you shall return” as a neutral or positive concept, and an emphasis on the people left behind by death vs. the dead person) than the Raven Queen who always struck me as having a view of death I just could not connect with on any sort of philosophical level. Like, again, I don’t headcanon Jewish characters in traditional D&D settings; it always kind of feels awkward and token-ish, but Caduceus has by far been the character I could relate to the most in terms of religion.

I suspect OP was just having fun with a modern AU or something though; I just found the part about Caduceus so weird because I had the exact opposite feeling that I had to comment.

#critical role #Anonymous

[troddensodden]

Physical Features OC Ask Game !! 👁 What is your OC’s eye color? Do they have any eye-related habits, like winking or rubbing their eyes? Do other people tend to notice their eyes? 💇 What is your OC’s hairstyle? How do they maintain their hair? Do they wash it and/or cut it regularly? Have they ever dyed their hair? 👖 What type of clothing does your OC generally wear? Why? Do they have any “signature” accessories?

since its the only ask i have so far, im gonna answer each of these for all three of my current ocs :D hope thats okay!

cedric: fallout 4 || alistair: fallout 4 || emil: fallout new vegas

eyes—

-cedric: blue-green eyes! however he actually only has one, in a sense, because a bomb once blew up close enough to his face that it burned the skin, and damaged his left eye enough that he went blind in it. he tried to take care of the injury, but the commonwealth doesnt exactly have many medicine or skincare products. it ended up getting a pretty gnarly infection, which only made it worse after scarring. so now, he wears an eyepatch over it! he regularly wears a gas mask out in the wasteland, mostly for radiation protection but partially because he is somewhat insecure about his eye, and the look of the skin around it. when he isnt wearing one though, people do definitely notice his eyes for that reason, more than anything else. he doesnt have any particular habits, other than consistently wearing an eye covering.

-alistair: his eyes arent anything particularly special, really. just a plain dark brown, dark enough to look black from a distance. he doesnt have any specific habits, per se, as he is a synth and thats not necessarily in his program. however, if hes close enough with someone, he will make a fair amount of (bad) jokes or comments and accentuate them with a wink or an eyebrow raise. also, when hes frustrated he sometimes will rub his eyes with his palms, or do long drawn out blinks and eyerolls. his eyes arent all that notable though, so people dont take much notice of them often, outside of their expressiveness.

-emil: a sort of grey, green, hazel, blue, combination? really, they dont seem to have much of a set eye-color. its hard to determine. so on the occasion that someone asks, theyll give a different answer every time, sometimes answering with a color that is definitely not even close to the actual color. furthermore, theyre quite the mischievous and flirtatious type in some cases, so winking is something they do quite often, and are able to do with either eye. other times, theyll look someone up and down when facing them, but with an absent expression that makes it hard to tell whether theyre checking the person out or sizing them up. their eyes dont get noticed often because again, they arent anything particularly special, but when in a relationship, they do find that partners seem to take a particular interest toward the confusing matter of their eyes, specifically the color.

——

hair—

c: pre-war, he kept his hair relatively well-managed, a tidy crop with maybe a bit more length than the "average" mens cut. post-war, however, he frankly sees getting his hair done as too much effort, only occasionally stopping for a trim and otherwise letting it grow out, and tying it up if it gets in the way. his boyfriends quite fancy this, liking to play with it when they spend time together. maccready, on occasion, will even braid it if hes stressed or in a bad mood, as a way of calming himself down. (when he does this, cedric tries to keep the braid in as long as possible.) washing hair isnt necessarily easy, in a world where even just clean water itself is in short supply, let alone soap. however, he does try his best to clean it when he can, because he doesnt like the feeling of dirty hair. he also has never dyed his hair, because hes always been content with his natural brown color, even if its a bit "plain."

a: he keeps his hair close to a stubble, consistently. his hair doesnt grow very rapidly, but still, he will likely be seen getting his hair cut every couple weeks to keep it from growing out. he likes looking put together, and will rarely ever be caught genuinely dirty. any chance he gets to clean himself, he will, and any time he needs a haircut, you can bet he'll be on his way to the nearest place that offers it. he refuses to dye his hair, saying that it creates a look of unprofessionalism, (and hair dye doesnt go well over black usually.) nobody really understands why hes so insistent on looking put-together and professional all the time, but they accept it, even if he sometimes takes more time to get ready in the mornings than anyone else.

e: shaved on one side, long on the other. its also naturally got a bit of curl, which adds volume so it doesnt get too flat and stringy when it goes unwashed. they dont wash their hair as obsessively as alistair, though they will do a quick clean if they get the time. they dont particularly like the idea of using irradiated water to clean off, but its that or use purified water which is in relatively short supply. however, foraging is a bit of a strong point for them, so they will use natural supplies for cleaning off if possible, from plants and such. keeping hair maintained is hard in a relatively desolate area like the mojave, but whenever they find scissors and some free time theyll do a trim. scissors arent exactly a match for a nice set of clippers, but you learn to make do. they have dyed their hair with some temporary colors before, but never anything permanent—they actually quite like their natural gingery-blond color.

——

clothes—

c: whatever will protect him while also being comfortable enough that he can tolerate him with his sensory issues. however, in situations where he needs to looks somewhat "official," he will wear his minutemen-issued jacket over a decent shirt and pants set. however, he will rarely ever be seen without some sort of mask, unless the situation happens to be one where a gasmask or something similar would be improper. even then, the eyepatch stays on. so id say the eyepatch is somewhat a "staple" of his wardrobe, though its less of a fashion choice and more of what he deems a necessity.

a: if possible, he would regularly wear a button-down and pants that match. however, in an irradiated post-war wasteland, with hostiles around every corner, thats not a particularly feasible option; thus, he wears whatever is available that is in good condition but also effective. effectiveness is his priority, of course, but it does frustrate him if his clothing doesnt at least look decent. people see him as a bit of a pansy for it, but when he was in the institute, he was used to wearing a uniform that was focused on looking clean rather than being highly functional. so after escaping, that stuck with him a bit. he does, however, have an accessory he refuses to be without, and thats his and noras wedding ring. even after forming new relationships and finding a new purpose in the world, its impossible to move on from someone who was his whole world, what feels like only a few months ago.

e: emil most definitely prioritizes function over fashion. appearance is important, sure, but they recognize that it definitely is not the most important, when youre traveling across a hot desert full of giant scorpions and gang members. however, one thing that they always have, whether theyre wearing it or just has it in their pack, is this one puffy jacket, with a fur-lined hood. they found it in the dresser of a destroyed house they were scavenging through, and it somehow was in near-mint condition. the reason it was so special to them, though, is because it had a note in the pocket, from a girl to her older sibling. the girl being emils sister, who moved away with their father after their parents got divorced. the letter was addressed from her to them, but was never sent. and sure, while they knew that this almost definitely confirmed she had died, they were just happy enough having something from her. so they never go without the jacket, even though its warm (and a bit heavy.) impractical, but sentimental.

#can you tell cedric is a self insert #i think its obvious #oops #anyway! #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout new vegas #fallout nv #fnv #oc ask #fallout oc #also note i did not proofread this so there mayyyy be typose #typos** im not rewriting taht

[luna666us]

Adventure (Pt.1)

A/N:Hi so this is an X-men fanfiction series that I am creating. I take suggestions and requests thank you and I hope you enjoy

#mutant and proud

adventure-pt2   adventure-pt3

Chapter one: Fire and Ice

They stood against the building with a group of other mutants. The first had wild shiny silver hair. His eyes were a beautiful light brown. A shade that I had never seen in someone’s eyes before, like milk chocolate. His features reminded me of an excited child, his smile never seemed to leave his face, that look of excitement and mischief always in his eyes. His tall frame was well built and strong, yet slim. The boy next to him then had my attention. Not because of the way his hair seemed to be almost golden, or because his lips were always set in a permanent look of boredom, not because his eyes seemed to hold every negative emotion in them at the same time, and not because of the way his body was built perfectly, giving him the build of a god. It was because of his mutation, he had beautiful wings as white as snow, with patches of brown and tan, like angel wings. At the edge of his wings along the bone, on either side are claws. The looks on the peoples faces that look at him is fear. Immediately I’m confused. Why did they fear him. Then again beauty was something to fear, it made you let down your guard, distracts you from the threat at hand. If anything I knew that better than anyone else. I stoped thinking of why I should fear him, once more allowing myself to get distracted again. He looked like an angel, a dark angel, a fallen angel, an archangel. Suddenly as if someone had been watching me stare at him, and had told him, he looks at me. anyone else would have looked away immediately, out fear of what would happen if caught staring at him. However my gaze held, eyes locked on his. It was something I was familiar with. Not something I had done before but had witnessed animals engage in. It was a stare down, a silent  battle for dominance. I cocked my head to the side curiously. He doesn’t look away just yet. I smile at him, which seemed to take him by surprise. I then hear the sound of a familiar howl. I turn my head and standing about twenty miles away staring at me was my best friend Luke. I smirked then I was sprinting towards him. His body immediately bracing for impact. One of my ability’s allowing me to push myself faster than most people can run. I swivel left running towards the building. I run up the side of it on all fours, looking like a dangerous animal about to kill its prey. then once I’m in the right position I launch myself off of the building wall, and tackled Luke. Immediately as we wrestled he rolled us over so that he has me pinned to the grass. “I win.” He exclaimed. I smirk. Then I kick my legs up launching him into the air. His face no longer playful, determination filled his eyes. My smile drops and suddenly I look just as serious. I roll out of the way and take a defensive position on all fours. He lands and I stand up no longer crouched. Slowly we circle each other looking for a hole in the others defense. I no longer care if he can counter attack. I lunge and manage to land a solid roundhouse kick to his gut and he’s sent flying. Neither of us care that the entire population of student on the great lawn are watching. Some worried that we’re fighting but too afraid to do something, so eager to see the outcome of the brawl, some already placing bets, and some just generally curious. Another of my abilities take over and suddenly I’m speeding towards him inhumanly fast but not to the point where you cant see my movements. I make it to him before he hits the wall and I land a blow top his back that sends him flying in the other direction, just like before I’m there before he can hit anyone, suddenly in the air I spin around mid air and kick him downward he hits the ground with a force that creates a loud booming sound and the earth shakes. I land skillfully on the balls of my feet. Cautiously approach him. Suddenly he’s on his feet and he throws a punch landing to my abdomen I keel over but quickly recover, just fast enough to counter his next attack. I dodge his next blow and use my own momentum to jump int the air and wrap my leg around his neck taking him down, he lands on top of me and I put him in a head lock. he struggles a bit but eventually taps my arm twice tapping out. I let him go and he rolls over panting for air. “I win” he it still on the ground on his back. He laughs “I’ll win next time.” He claims. I laugh softly and shake my head slightly. I then reach out and he grabs my hand. I help him up and then I hear the sound of foot steps walking closer. “looks like the mutt got his butt handed to him... again.” I turn and glare at the boy with dirty blond hair in front of me. “leave him alone Jack.” I say angrily. “Or what?” I growl at him taking a step forward, but Luke grabs me by the arm and shakes his head. “he’s not worth it.” He says sounding hurt by the insult previously thrown at him. My growling getting louder, resonating deep in my chest. My eyes flash a bright red. “Tiki lets just go.” My eyes fade back to their usual soft coffee color. “fine.” Luke turn letting go of my arm and starts walking away. “but not before this.” I then roundhouse kick Jack and he is sent flying. I dont even wait to see him hit the ground I just turn and walk off. The bell rings and me and Luke part ways. I sat in the corner of the class room, I had a look of awe on my face as I watched Kurt practice his teleportation abilities. Jean walks over. “What do you like him or something” her voice sounded in my head. I laugh once. “Yes, but not in that way.” I speak back to her through my thoughts. “Then why are you staring.” I turn and look at her. this time speaking aloud. “I’ve always had a thing for mutants with physical mutations. Never had the patience for people who look too... human.” She nods once then waits for me to continue talking. it was the first time I had spoken aloud today so my voice caught a few people off guard including all of Jean’s friends. “I don’t really have a thing for them in that way, I just find it... I don’t really know how to put it. There are plenty of words o could use but none of them combine all of them into one word. It’s not that I find physical mutations weird or anything. It’s more like I find them... well the only word that I can think of is amazing really.” She seems curious now so she sits with me waiting for me to tell her everything. When I dont say anything she speaks. “name some people and explain.” I think for a moment. “It’s not exactly something I can explain.” She looks confused now. Kurt was listening in wanting to know why I found him so interesting when everyone else didn’t. “I dont understand.” She claims for the first time. I laugh softly. “ok. Imagine seeing a big bright butterfly, and you think that it’s beautiful. Then someone asks you to explain why it’s beautiful. Sure you could say that you like its wings or how it seems to light up in the sun. That would be obvious so instead they make you explain why you feel that particular thing is beautiful. You can’t explain that but just... feel.” She nods once in understanding. “so you feel he’s beautiful?” I giggle once. “yes but that is not what we are talking about.” I say. She laughs once and Kurt smiles softly. After a while I find myself standing in the middle of the training mat faceing Alex summers also know as Havok. Jean was reading my mind listening to see how I would play this out. I watched as he threw a punch. It seamed as if time slowed down around me. One moment I’m standing eight feet away the next time slows for everything and everyone but me and quicksilver who is the only one who can see everything happen in explicit detail. I laugh once, and punch him. He’s sent flying but time slows again I speed in front of him again before he hits the ground. I punch him again and speed over to him once more this time kicking him, I keep making it to him before he hits the ground. Punching and kicking. Peter smirks and pulls out his phone and plays smooth criminal. time speeds up again and before he hits the ground I launch myself into the air wrapping my leg around his neck bringing him down on the ground then dirty Diana plays. I slowly straighten out of my crouch. Alex jacknives to his feet with a smirk on his face. “lets get serious then” he says. I pull my leather jacket off and toss it to the side. With a look of determination and excitement fills my eyes. Warren turns off the music and replaces it with his own. I tense my body and crack my neck. I take my defensive position and he does the same. He bulldozes at me and I dodge he turns fast enough to land a good hit to my rib cage. That hard punch nocks the air from my lungs but it only fuels me. I roundhouse kick him and he’s sent flying, he manages to recover from the attack quickly this time. Both of us are an angry blur of punches and other attacks. The beat seems to drop then I’m launched into the air by one of his blows. I twirl through the air my eyes close temporarily then fly open and I grab onto a ceiling beam above me and use my momentum to flip myself onto it. I spring from the beam and turn landing sideways on the wall and push myself off of the wall and launch myself at him. I tackle him and pin him, he managed to switch our positions so that I’m pined and under him. “I win.” I smirk. “dont think so.” I retort. My hand goes up to his shirtless form and electricity flows through my hand electrocuting him. I take his short distraction to my Advantage. Bodies by drowning pool comes on and I can’t help but get hyped by the song that I listened to every weekend. Warren saw me getting hyped and he turns the music up. Alex is on his feet once more. I become a blur and kick him hard and he hits the floor hard. I crouch closer to him. “had enough yet?” I ask cockily. “nope.” Next song is Zombie by Bad Wolves. I was surprised that warren knew all of my favorite songs. once again me and Alex are cautiously circling each other. I make a move and he blocks my punch. He tries to counter with a side kick but I catch his leg and use my last attempt to finally win without using all of my abilities. I kick his other leg out from underneath him and he’s sent into a left split making him cries out in pain. He rolls over holding his crotch. “you win.” He says in pain. “mhm thought so.” I say then I turn and grab my jacket. I turn and reach for warrens phone and search never too late by three days grace. It begins playing and he looks amused. “nice pick.” He says. “well duh I have great taste in music and you obviously do too.” He smirks. “but I already knew that.” I roll my eyes at him and go sit with Jean and Kurt who had joined her. I smile at Jean. “your up.” She gets up and takes her place on the mat facing Jubilee. I sit next to Kurt and watch. he clears his throat and I look at him. “Hello, my Is Kurt” I smile and hold out my hand. “it’s nice to meet finally meet you Kurt, my name is Tiki.” He smiles. And shakes my hand. I watch as Jean is about to make a move and I start talking. “if Jean lands this blow to Jub’s leg then the match is already over for her, but if she manages to dodge then can counter attack with a roundhouse kick knocking Jean to the ground, distracting her long enough to pin her for three seconds ending the match.” Kurt looks at me in amazement. “you got all that just by their stances.” Your offensive and defensive stances can tell you a lot about whats going to happen befor it even happens. He look unconvinced. I smile. “you’ll see.” We both watch the match unfold. Jean moves forward and Jubilee doesn’t see it coming. Jean lands a kick to her calf and we watch as Jubilee begins to fall, Jean gets her in a head lock before she hits the ground, and flips Jubilee over and onto her back on the mat pinning her for three second and Jubilee taps out. I look at Kurt and smile. “told you.” He looks awed. Then my phone chimes, and I pull it out. It was Luke. ‘Glasses or no glasses?’ There is a picture of him wearing a pair of shades and one without them. ‘No shades’ i reply, then I turn my phone off and put it away. After a while I watched as two boys take their places on the mat. Kurt begins talking. “that one on the left is John Allerdyce, he has the power to manipulate fire, and the one on the right is Bobby Drake who can create and manipulate Ice. There code names are Pyro and Iceman.” I watch as Pyro pulls a Zippo from his pocket. It was designed like a shark. I was curious of the outcome of the fight. It was an equal fight, opposite powers. Fire and Ice.

A/n: I will be making a part two, I take requests and suggestions, i’m still looking for a beta reader so if you would like to hit me up and talk about it go right ahead. You are all X-men in my eyes. Have a great week and happy belated Easter.

P.s. I apologize for my horrible grammar and English. I just edited it so we should be good now.

#x-men #John Allerdyce #Peter Maximoff #Bobby Drake #Warren Worthington #Too many amazing characters to list here #mutant and proud #if your actually reading all this then your f***ing awsome #Stay healthy and safe

[faelapis]

look. in general. dont trust the analysis of people who think steven acted out of some justified revenge in fragments, they either dont understand the internal escalation for steven between fragments & homeworld bound... or they don't care and just want to see steven burn people, regardless of who it is.

also if they think jasper - literal nobody jasper, out in the bumfuck nowhere woods by herself jasper, hurting no one but bugs who step on her property jasper - should die because she... hurt stevens feelings?? after she and steven had an agreement about training??? i really dont trust them in general lol. 

or, if they just don't care about jasper and want someone to permadie because ~consequences~ i will probably never read anything they write because they dont understand how consequences work or character arcs in general. like. for one thing, dying is not a moral consequence of anything jasper did in the episode. 

yes, jasper is self-destructive, and yes, she orchestrated it so that steven would go all out, but it is STEVEN’S consequence for being a very bad baby boy who couldnt control himself because he suppressed himself for too long and got egged on into being a toxic baby boy who could only emotionally connect with anger and power. 

and yes, i'm intentionally overusing baby boy because if i don't the SteveGang will come for me for implying steven is ever responsible for himself even when he's encouraged by others. 

it is *steven’s* primary consequence, in the sense of self that truly dies. he can never be the hero he longs for again. he can’t think of himself that way. the only reason he is able to survive that is because his family is able to tell him that they’ll love him as a monster, too. (steven was never “fully” selfless, what laid at the bottom was winning love and approval of others, he’s not an ideologue so much as someone who needs to feel needed).

jasper's old self symbolically dies (i think the rules of the SU universe dictate that jasper must emerge from water every time she starts a new phase of her life), as the depression cave, most self-destructive and nihilistic version of jasper needed to... but the negative consequences of fragments are steven's first. not hers. 

jasper’s arc is, as i’ve said before, realized in homeworld bound. 

fragments is the realization of her old desires, but it is not a true moment of change. it’s just getting what she already knew she wanted. death, to her, is almost comforting because she can file everything as being part of her destiny and her diamond’s birthright. 

it is only in homeworld bound, when she openly submits herself, and is like “yes, finally, i have the Good Right Authority to Follow, i can live with Meaning”, and steven is like, “no, i can’t be what you want me to be. i can finally let you go now because i understand i'm not the perfect hero who saves people, i can't be the diamond you need”, THAT is what breaks her. that is the bitter pill she needed. 

and jasper, ~depending on your interpretation, because she always kept her cards close to her chest, steven never fully understood her / what she wanted (as is a point)~ either goes to Little Homeworld because she thinks thats what steven would want OR because its what shes secretly longed for all along, but couldn't as long as she saw it as “selfish” and against the idea of a diamond.

in any case, letting go of that old purpose is the only way for her to get better. it will be a long, slow healing process, but she'll be okay either way (if you think the pit of her self-hatred has no hope, that’s some heartless bs from someone who doesn’t understand the symbolism of little homeschool as a place of structured healing). jasper’s finally letting herself go where her “dumb” feelings reside. her main problem was being alone, nihilistic and full of misplaced selflessness, and she won’t be anymore. she won’t have steven, for the same reasons someone like pearl can’t become her best self by rose’s side, but she will have the push she needs to make a structured, genuine effort to acknowledge the self and her latent emotions.

and that’s a much better character arc than just killing her for steven’s sake. if your big thing is “consequences”, well, people underestimate how much of a fatalist jasper is. death is comforting to her if its for the right reasons. being truly defeated by a diamond is 100% fine. at lest she has a diamond now. its what she thinks destiny is. ripping her from that into a reality of terrifying freedom? painful and necessary, babes!

if you’re a logicbro and you don’t care about all this symbolic stuff and just want the Hard Facts of how she survived - at no point is anyone in the show enough of an authority to tell you that you can’t heal shattered gems. that character doesn’t exist. steven thinks it’s impossible because rose couldn’t do it, and to him, that’s the most powerful being imaginable... but the narrative implies otherwise. him thinking that is not the same thing as the narrative telling an expected questioning, curious viewer that it can’t be done. it is just his perspective. 

remember how the diamonds create all gems, and can control physical form, emotion, steven could heal lars, rose could help cracked gems, etc? the gems ARE nothing but diamond goo + their gem form. so the combined power of the diamonds over gems IS life & death, as creators, the absolute authority jasper sought. the same way corruption, in itself a form of “death”, could be healed by them (but, again, not rose alone!), so shattering is only another form of death.

and i feel like i shouldn’t have to specify that yes, the power the diamonds have over life and death is meant to be more than a little terrifying. that’s part of why gemkind obeys the diamonds in the first place. the other diamonds celebrate their powers, steven himself does not see it as a good thing. not after being so thoroughly dethroned from his own pedestal. they really are more like petty gods than anything else, and steven is afraid that the consequences of that will catch up with him. just one of many reasons he has a therapist now. 

#general vent / i guess #steven universe #jasper #steven #the diamonds #su future

[qucintarchive]

Pick  one  of  your  muses .

Fill  in  the  questions/statements  as  if  you  were  your  muse  in  a  new  post .

Tag  five  people  to  do  this  meme

Tagged  by  @sunshells​

  1.  What  is  your  name ?   Resse Harris.

2.  What  is  your  real  name ?  ..Same as before. However you can call me by Resse, Ms. Harris, or whichever is comfortable of you.

3. Do  you  know  why  you  were  called  that ? It is obvious that the parents of mine has gifted this name onto my person. Although it is understandable why such a question can be asked.

4.  Are  you  single  or  taken ?  In a romantic sense I'm presuming? Single. Unknown to what this " mingle " entails.

5.  Have  any  abilities  or  powers ? Quite a question. The singular ability that assists me in the solving of cases happens to be somewhat..soul searching. Look me in the eyes, and the impressional activity of "icebreaking" will no longer be necessary.

6. Stop  being  a  Mary Sue.  Ah...it is unfortunate for you to lack the proper knowledge of my flaws. All you have to do is ask.

7. What’s  your  eye  color ?   As normal of a brown as it can get. However that is distracted by the strange pair of pupils I possess, don't you think?

8. How  about  your  hair  color ? Brown as well, I dont intend to change it any time soon.

9. Have  you  any  family  members ?  Yes and...no unfortunately. My biologically parents perished in the fire quite a while ago. However, my boss took me into his care as a sort of new father figure. And well..my assistant took a liking to his new technical sister as well.

10. Oh ?  What  about  pets ? Not at the moment, no. Haven't pitched an idea of that caliber in mind.

11. That’s  cool  I  guess,  now  tell  me  about  something  you  don’t  like.  Quite quaintly, being told I was wrong about someone. I can tell how a person is like by mere eye contact, their identity, crimes, and the sins of person's past. If someone were to call me a liar, well.. it irks me to the core. For I know them much more than they do. Lack of honesty and self reflection is quite a bitter pill no?

12.  Do  you  have  any  hobbies / activities  you  like  doing ? Outside of work, I'd indulge myself into some reading. Old cases, old books, interesting autopsies, keeps the mind at unease. However, from time to time I'd fancy myself in a bit of fencing. Less for defense and more for something to physically do.

13. Ever  hurt  anyone  before ? That poor little girl's feelings was hurt when she tried to kill me with fire. Fortunate for my immunity. That is the most I've done. If you're talking "physical" hurt, then I'd say that minor incident at the local Cafe. The man's wrist was broken after an attempt at murdering a waitress. At least he'll have time to recover in prison.

14. Ever …. killed  anyone  before ?  No, and I do not plan to in any circumstance...Unless necessary perhaps?

15. What  kind  of  animal  are  you ? Homo Sapien, if you'd like to be smart with me. Did you know that we are also a type of mammal?

16. Name  your  worst  habits.  Some clients and other personnel I've met have such gorgeous eyes..and I tend to stare at them. However that activates my ability and...I know much more than I shouldn't. I'm not one to keep secrets, yet here we are.

17. Do  you  look  up  to  anyone  at  all ? There are much more people looking up to me more than I can count, that I cannot possess the ability to look up to anyone actively. However, to force myself to answer this question, I'd say I'd look up to my boss, for saving my life. I wouldn't be the person that I am today without him.

18. Gay,�� straight,  or  bisexual ?  I must apologize for refraining from this question. For I am unsure what you mean..

19. Do  you  go  to  school?  Yup !  Not anymore. I'm quite busy with cases.

20. Do  you  ever  want  to  marry  and  have  kids  one  day ?  There is not a single person in this small world of mine I'd acquaint myself with. Not out of hatred, but due to the singular ignorance of not knowing when or how.

21. Do  you  have  any  fanboys / fangirls ? The president along with his entire university could be considered an entire "fanbase" of mine on its own. They consistently mention me in their lectures..

22. What  are  you  most  afraid  of ?  Breaking my promise.. my promise to everyone, especially those I know and love..

23.  What  do  you  usually  wear ?  The outfit you see before you. The casual turtleneck, the casual striped black pants, the cause knee lengthed boots. This jacket of mine, it's special to me.. something neglects me to wear it properly, however it refuses to let go of my shoulders without permission.

24. Do  you  love  someone ?  The most I love in this sense is the close family around me.. my boss Mr. Hicks, and his son and brother of mine, Elias Hicks.

25. When  was  the  last  time  you  wet  yourself ? I...no. I've never done this weird task nor do I aim to.

26. Well,  it’s  not   over  yet!  Not to worry, indulge me with more questions.

27. What  class  are  you ?  No longer in school, as stated earlier.

28. How  many  friends  do  you  have ?  All that I cooperate with within this agency. If you want a count, I'd say around 20 or 30 friends?

29. What  are  your  thoughts  on  pie ?  The number without end, the sweet with endless combinations. All with countless possibilities. Quite intriguing to invent something with no end, hm?

30. Favorite drink?  Every morning I'd indulge myself with some Yerba Mate Tea with a dash of honey, complimented with a chamomile flower bud floating calmly admist the sea of energetic prowess.

31. What’s  your  favorite  place ?   The local Cafe is a welcoming field for our citzens, human or not. Whether some activity brews or calmness ensues, it's a pleasure to attend there.

32. Are  you  interested  in  someone ?  Not at the moment, no.

33. Would  you  rather  swim  in  the  lake   or  the  ocean?  The lake, honestly. The ocean is quite too big for me to let my mind wonder when floating amongst the water.

34. What’s  your  type ? Of position? Field Detective and Interrogator.

35. Are  you  wanting  the  quiz  to  end ?  It does not matter, do you have any other questions?

36. Now  it’s  over !  Tag  five  people:  @catalystlc​ @wishwritten​ @toomanycharacterselects​ and uuuuh, pretty much anyone else who wants to do this!!

#→ friendly interrogation → dashboard meme #→ this is who she is → headcanons

[corvidshipping]

modern au red/milo dump while i try to get myself together to answer asks nd work on ATJ:

(tw for alcohol mentions near the end, also this is an EXTREMELY long post, its so long that even after i split it into categorized sections each section could be its own post)

CLOTHING

milo absolutely has no sense of fashion. i feel like this is basically canon - for the styles at the time, he dresses fairly basic, mostly focused on looking put together for his job (definitely dresses aimed more towards how he would like to be treated by his peers, despite his actual position - then again our best example outside of the expedition is when he's about to deliver what he considers the most important presentation of his life, so who knows, maybe he usually dresses like a slob). aside from that his main concern seems like practicality and comfort. his wardrobe is dominated by earth tones - beiges and greens set with white and greys. all of that taken into account, i can see him dressing like this in a more modern era:

basically- a lot of cardigans, usually collared shirts or comfortable turtlenecks (since he does still occupy a research position at the smithsonian, even if only in title), big ol' coats, khakis and chinos and slightly stiff dress pants complete with ironed creases. i can see him wearing similar clothes outside work, just more comfortable - jeans and knitted shirts, henleys, more turtlenecks, and comfy cardigans over short sleeved shirts. i dont really see him wearing a lot of prints, i think he'd veer more towards solid clothes in lighter colors, but maybe he has a few. hes definitely the kind of guy to think of wearing the single graphic tee he owns as "bold and wild".

im very married to the idea of him wearing converse though. i cant explain it. milo in converse keeps me going in this world

hes kind of broke so i think maybe he got the converse secondhand maybe? or a gift of some kind. aside from the converse i can see him wearing a lot of oxfords and maybe wingtips

i want to see him in a hawaiian shirt so bad. i am losing it at this thought. he buttons it all the way up to his neck like someones awkward dad. milo wears a hawaiian shirt to "let loose". he wears it with like, khakis. or knee length jorts AHHHHDJHDSGJHDSJGh

a tie??? does he wear his hawaiian shirt with a tie???? does he think it makes it look cooler?????????? i am sobbing

red is the COMPLETE opposite. in the canon 1914 setting, red is already very rebellious for an AFAB person of their era- theyre openly a suffragette, they frequently refuse to wear skirts even in public and dress in mens clothes even before they were openly nonbinary, despite not being accepted into the male-dominated research fields and colleges they continue to educate themself with or without help, they purposely aim for an "unfeminine" silhouette when they dress, refuse to wear corsets, etc. (spoiler alert- there's a clear reason they get on so well with audrey in ATJ)

theyre also easily mistaken by people that didnt know them prior to their transition for being just a very small/young cis man- even though they canonically have a very soft "traditionally feminine" face

so basically, in any era theyre set into, red is always gonna aim to be ahead of the curve- both in their personal beliefs and practices and in their fashion. theyre also very androgynous in their clothes, although they tend to aim a bit more masculine (thats partially due to the era though, and having been forced into skirts exclusively for their entire life- i think in a modern setting where its more acceptable for AFABs to dress and act in a less hyperfeminine way, theyd be more okay with a fluidity in their gender presentation).

all that taken into account, i can see them dressing like this:

lots of baggy clothes, especially baggy jackets and shirts. they like loose fitting high waisted pants like JNCO jeans, cargo pants, etc but they arent averse to pencil legs. they rarely ever wear skinny jeans or drainpipes though. messy hair is a lifestyle for them- their haircut is definitely home-done

you know how in BICSTLY they used to have really long hair before they cut it? in a modern au i can see them impulsively doing the cut at like 3am and waking milo up at his door cause they screwed it up and he ends up having to help fix it (even though hes literally no better at cutting hair than them. worse even)

definitely have an undercut bob- bob on top, shaven on the bottom layer. they might end up growing their hair into a mullet at some point if they get bored. probably dyes their hair all the time out of boredom and then regrets it later and has to use dye remover.

lots of ripped tights and fishnets, leggings with big loose crop tops, big hoodies, safety pin jewelry and homemade jewelry. maybe some sticknpokes.

all that said, they still know how to dress in a professional situation. since its a modern au theres really nothing holding them back from the education and career they canonically want but cant get in the 1910s, so i imagine they would work at the smithsonian as well, maybe their father helped them get the job? potentially in that case they might be his assistant- after all, he trusts their opinion on artifacts more than anyone else's.

at work you can still very much see the punk/skater/grunge/goth style but its more understated- turtlenecks, high waisted and looser dress pants, lots of black, slightly unbuttoned collared shirts with a loose overcoat and no tie

since i elaborated on milos shoe taste i may as well elaborate on red's: they definitely wear converse as well, probably newer than milo's since their father is fairly wealthy and they can afford it. they also have a doc martens collection. they have a pair of demonias but they never wear them and milo is really the only person to even know they own them, let alone see them in them. they really dont like to wear heels much, but they own a few just to play around with. they have a bad habit of wearing any laced shoes untied, but they never trip over the laces. they also use lace code- their most-worn Docs have purple laces on the right foot and yellow on the left. some of their Docs have (reclaimed) pink laces.

has an extensive pin collection including feminism pins, anti-racism pins, punk-related pins, skater-related pins, and pop culture pins (80s music, modern music, old movies, etc)

MUSIC TASTE

milo's into a lot of older music- stuff from the 50s is his favorite. really into jazz and ballroom style stuff. his favorite band is queen, i think- he likes the old-fashioned sound, the jazz-chamber-ballroom influences, the diversity of their lyrics, and the complexity between the guitar riffs, the basslines, and freddie's vocal runs as well as the vocal harmonies.

sometimes he hums good old fashioned lover boy to red and they two-step in the living room in their pajamas :pleading:

also very into rush. yes, he is a rush guy :pensive:.

also listens to a surprising amount of lo-fi? he really likes stuff that remixes older music with hip hop and lofi elements, like earl grey. nearly exclusively into instrumental stuff but also very into louie zong. he listens to it while he works a lot.

knows a lotttt of foreign artists, especially niche ones. fuckin LOVES casiopea

red's spotify is a goddamn mess. everything from 2000s emo, to classic 70s punk, to post-punk and new wave, to 90s pop, to rap. they cant be easily classified at all

their favorite bands are oingo boingo, prince, queen (they listen to a lot of their harder-rock music, but milo knows theyre into the ballads too. theyll never tell anyone else though), doja cat, lil nas, fall out boy, and billie eilish.

red recites the intro monologue to lets go crazy very seriously to make milo laugh, sometimes. they get very into it with their facial expressions. sometimes it devolves into a full air guitar/keyboard/drum and wild dancing session. milo does not know how to participate in this but he loves watching them have fun with it. sometimes they pull him off the couch to make him dance with them, though

they are a huge sucker for dark pop, vaporwave, retrowave, EDM, hip hop, emo, punk... etc etc. anything that combines any two or more of those genres in an original or interesting way gets their attention right away

there's a lot of sharing between the two of them- even though their music tastes are so different, they like a lot of the others taste, and theyre always up to listen to whatever their partner is playing.

red is a huge softie, and milo has found them more than once listening to or humming something he was playing for them the other day because it reminded them of him

speaking of which- in the 1914 canon, red can play piano. i think that carries over to a modern au, where they could play piano and by extension keyboard. i like to think they experiment with a lot of instruments but i doubt they ever really mastered any others. maybe theyre okay at drums or bass?

they learned to play and sing teo torriatte for milo, as a surprise. when they first performed it for them, they had everything set up for when he got home from work- the lights were dimmed, they had candles lit around the keyboard, they draped stuff in cloth to make it look pretty, they scattered flower petals around. when milo walked in and saw it all, he almost proposed then and there- the only thing that stopped him was that he would kick himself for the rest of his life if he did that without a ring.

HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES

milo is still an avid chess player in this, but i like to think hes in some kind of groupchat or text or discord server for it. he doesnt necessarily consider any of the others in the chat close friends, but he does know them all by name

he tries to get red into chess but they never really get it

he tells them all about the stuff that goes down in the games and they just. do not understand. but they love listening to him get excited about it anyway

"red you're not gonna BELIEVE this, eddie played an italian game on star today! i thought for sure she would see through it since everyone knows it but she slipped and he beat her in like, 13 moves! i wouldnt have believed it if i hadnt been there!"

"yes sweetie please tell me more" (barely disguised pained expression)

red is a skater and a regular at the skate park by the smithsonian

most regulars there know them by name, they can spot a newbie a mile away

they have a sticker of a broken tv with a skull inside of it on the underside of their board, its become recognized as a symbol of them unofficially

since theyre so regular and have been going there a lot longer than most of the other skaters that frequent the place, a lot of what they say is kind of just accepted as the rules

they have a bad habit of lecturing new kids who show up without knee/elbow pads or helmets at the very least. all the other skaters enforce it too. kids dont end up showing up without protective gear very often after their first visit

they brought a first aid kid and left it there and everyone has kept it stocked pretty well without them having to have much input. its kind of just a communal first aid kit

they once drew the broken tv symbol on the inside of a half-pipe and everyone started calling it red's ramp after that

they also started calling the bowl at the center of the park the Soup Bowl and now thats just accepted as the name. some of the newer kids genuinely thought that it was called that by the park and were shocked when they found out it was just a random nickname red gave it one day

theyve brought milo a few times but hes extremely awkward on his feet and could never really get his balance on a skateboard, and quite frankly red is afraid of what might happen if he tried even a low ramp, so he usually just sits at the rim of the bowl while red skates around

everyone knew he was their boyfriend before they even met him. a few of the regulars called him by name right away. one of them was certain red had brought him before.

but no

they just talk so fuckin much about him that its like they already know him

aside from skateboarding, red is pretty good on rollerskates/blades

they tried to take milo to a roller rink once but it was a disaster and they ended up going home, changing into pajamas, ordering chinese food, and marathoning movies till they fell asleep on the couch together. so not a total loss

theyre both very into movies. red is deep into horror and milo likes indie/art movies and just Cannot handle horror at all, but they both agree on old movies, from the 80s and 90s to like the 30s.

red has shown milo some of the classic horror movies and the niche old ones (from like the 40s) since theyre not difficult to stomach

every so often when red brings up wanting to see a horror movie milo is like "aw babe we can watch that tonight i promise it wont be bad" and he genuinely thinks he can handle it this time

he cant

he never can

it is always a lie

red ends up holding him every time and talking him to sleep, but it thankfully never causes like a major panic attack or anything like that

they love going to museums together, of all kinds. they love art museums. they also go to aquariums and aviaries

sometimes they like to go to other history museums and criticise the veracity or accuracy of exhibits/translations, all in good fun of course. theyre never actually being mean about it

SIDENOTES/UNCATEGORIZED

they both used to work at starbucks, when they were younger and before they worked at the smithsonian. they worked at separate stores 2 blocks from each other.

milo cant stand soda or carbonated drinks, red can and will chug a java monster in order to survive a long workday if they must. milo is constantly concerned for their health and wellbeing

they r both lightweights when it comes to drinking. they can split a six pack and both be falling-over drunk by the end of the night.

given the changes in beauty standards people DEFINITELY think milo is more attractive than they would in 1914. cmon. hes a lil twinky nerd. you think people wont eat that up?

he never really catches onto the flirting much though

did u think i would forget ki/da and the others? youd be wrong.

i simultaneously like the idea of something similar to the movie happening, but also just like... ki/da just being a regular person living on the surface. in either case they r all friends still

in the case of ki/da just being a regular person on the surface- i like the idea of atl/antis just being A Place in this au, maybe its a bit of a closed off country though? like, not many foreigners live there and to get there you basically need to be there as a diplomat or a scholar

maybe ki/da visits DC as a diplomat? she is a princess, after all

red meets audrey online cause they both yell at the same misogynistic asshole on twitter

they exchange discord names in the replies of the tweet and tell the guy not to interrupt them while theyre talking in his replies

i like to think red and milo are selected to go on an academic visit to atl/antis (to learn about the culture, with permission of the king), and audrey ends up as the mechanic on the ship during the visit and theyre like (spiderman pointing meme) at each other

red and audrey have so many inside jokes that they basically speak a different language. milo gets some of the terms from context and pop culture (they use "so very" in real life- as in "wow, that shirt is so very.") but he is hopeless to learn all of it

one of their inside jokes is any variation of "milo hot girl summer" and they REFUSE to explain it to him no matter how much he begs

milo wears that iconique tank top on the ship and they say it literally any time he bends over, picks anything up, reaches for anything, moves, BREATHES. he is bewildered and at this point concerned

(in truth, the joke came from red taking a really blurry picture of him in a short sleeve shirt where he looked pretty cute and captioned it "milo's having a hot girl summer rn" and they just could not stop repeating it once audrey met him IRL)

they have a minecraft world. i do like to believe that every so often vinny finds a way in- theyre never sure how- and griefs the shit out of them by blowing up EVERY. monument.

this post is getting long bc im enraptured by the idea of an atl/antis modern au so im cutting it off here but expect WAY MORE later

#paper_heart.txt #s: i didn't say it's the smart thing. but it is the right thing #alcohol ment tw

[mrspockomakeitso]

Nice Questions Game: Harry Kim

a song that reminds me of them: “Stressed Out” by 21 pilots because Harry is the epitome of a kid who had to grow up too fast and kinda misses being a kid but knows he’s gotta deal with the adult world now.

what they smell like:a combination of gentle floral scents and engine oil that somehow smells very nice and endearing

an otp: i headcanon that harry has a crush on tom but doesn’t know it. i dont ship them suuuuper hard because i actually really like tom/b’elanna but i do very much enjoy their friendship and i think itd be really sweet if harry had a little crush on tom throughout that maybe he does or doesnt tell him about or take any further

a notp: ive never seen anyone do this but i wouldnt want him and janeway to be a thing b/c i 100% see them as a mother/son type of relationship so there’s that? but overall id be ok with most anyone else i think.

favorite platonic/familial relationships: tom paris, of course! holodeck adventures? playful teasing, combined with ‘i would risk my life for you’ energy? “you shouldn’t be friends with me” “uh too late youre stuck with me now”? sign me tf up. but also he and b’elanna as science bros (and everytime B’Elanna calls him ‘starfleet’...beautiful). 

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: ok so i 100% believe that he deserved a promotion, but i kinda can get behind janeway a little bit on that one? at least for the first couple years, after that she was being a lil extreme. but this was his first commission right out of starfleet and so it makes sense for it to take 4-5 years to go up to a lieutenant. i mean, tuvok started as a lieutenant and he’s been in starfleet far, far longer. but yeah by season 6 and 7, harry had been in long enough to earn it.

the position they sleep in: on his side, curled up with a body pillow.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: so i know garrett wang loves to do accents and stuff so anything that would allow harry to do that would be great (as long as it’s done, like...better than fair haven in terms of not being filled with stereotypes)

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: buster kincaid and/or his suit in fair haven.

thank you for the ask!!

#harry kim #mr spocko speaks

[love-fireflysong]

Day 24: Wedding

Fandom: Until Dawn  Character(s): Ashley Brown, Chris Hartley Words: 3349 Rating: Teen (kissing got *slightly* more heated then I intended. whoops. also language.)  Author’s Notes: If you thought that day 21′s story was fluffy oh boy do you have another thing coming. It’s not nearly as sappy (i dont think ill ever be able to write anything like that ever again), but it’s certainly up there!

It’s not that Ashley wasn’t having a good time, because she was! Surprising even her honestly. But it was all becoming a bit much. There was too many people pressed together, some dancing, some still sitting at their tables. The music was too loud and and leaving her head feeling muffled and heavy, and the people sitting at the table around her talking and laughing weren’t helping that matter either. It was even this weird combination of too dark and too bright for her eyes to handle, the open outside area under the canopy was pitch dark with night outside, but the bright spots of the lantern lights strung around the canopy had been making her eyes sting for a while.

Not to mention, it was just so hot in here. A combination of all the people pressed together in one area and the fact that it was a mid-August night, was making Ash feel like her skin was about to crawl away from her and just go die somewhere else. Preferably the pond located only a few minutes walk from the wedding site. Now, to be fair, a good part of her was aware that while this was all a lot for her to handle, the two or three glasses of wine she had had earlier certainly weren’t helping matters any. 

She just needed to leave. Not the entire area exactly, but get far enough away that she could sit down on one of the nearby benches and just take in some peace and quiet. Feel the air of the humid August night on her skin. Maybe actually take a swim in the aforementioned pond and cool off. Okay, no, she wasn’t actually going to do that. As tempting at the idea sounded (and boy oh boy was it tempting), she wasn’t nearly that drunk. So she stood up on shaky legs, excused herself from the table where she had been sitting with Chris and his parents (and a couple of cousins she had regrettably forgotten the names of already) and walked off.

She passed Chris’s cousin, Madeline, and her new wife on the way out, giving them both her congratulations once again, and assured them that she wasn’t going far, just to clear her head a little. The new wife, Rosalie, had nodded in understanding and pointed her towards a little area that she had always found perfect for getting away from the hecticness of life. Ash had thanked her profusely and headed off in the direction indicated, but not before Madeline had thanked her for coming (again) and mentioning how nice it was to finally meet her (again).

Ash returned the sentiments, and hurriedly left the too hot canopy in the direction Rosalie had indicated, finding the bench easily enough after only a couple of minutes. She could see why Rosalie had recommended it to her. It was close enough to the wedding party that it was still in sight, but far enough away that the sounds were more of a background noise that meshed well-enough with the more natural sounds of the park. It was even close enough to the pond that the light breeze carried some of it’s more cooling properties to her. 

She wasn’t sure if that just made her want to jump into the pond more or less now.

But all in all, surrounded by towering trees and blooming flowers, it was nice. It was private. And best of all, it was quiet. So Ash let out a sigh of relief and leaned back a bit to take a look at the night sky above her.

“There you are, Ash!”

She looked back towards the area where the canopy was and smiled at the sight of Chris making his way towards her. Sure, she had wanted some time on her own, but she could never refuse time with Chris. So she waved her hand up in greeting and when he got closer, patted the seat next to her in invitation. He sat down without any hesitation.

“You feeling okay? You were starting to look a little out of it there for a bit.”

Ash wasn’t surprised that Chris had caught that, but it didn’t make the butterflies in her stomach flutter any less. “Yeah, I’m okay. It was just starting to be a little too much at once, you know. Feeling much better now.”

The short bark of laughter that he let out was more akin to an exhale of breath. “Yeah, I feel ya. Sorry for making you come to this by the way. I know that these really aren’t your thing, not that they’re really mine either though.”

Ash rolled her eyes and bumped his shoulder with hers. ‘You didn’t make me come, you dip. You asked, and I said yes. I could have refused at any point and you wouldn’t have stopped me.”

“True. Shame that Josh wasn’t able to make it either though.” 

“He has that whole Cape Cod thing with his sisters every August. Nothing to be done about it.” She shrugged, and then couldn’t help the snort that came out. “We’d really have a party going on then, though.”

Chris nodded enthusiastically at her. “Oh man. Can you imagine? I mean it’s already pretty busy in there,” he stuck his thumb back towards the wedding party under the canopy, “but that would be tame compared to whatever Josh would turn it into.”

“Conga line for miles.”

“At least!”

The two of them broke out into unrestrained giggles, not helped at all by the wine that both had been drinking that night. Until finally Chris looked up at her and gave a bashful smile, and Ash was once again reminded how much the color of his dress shirt brought out his eyes. Not that she would ever tell him of course. Josh would have, would have teased her mercilessly about it in fact, but she wasn’t Josh. She wasn’t nearly that brave.

“I really, really do appreciate you coming with me to this, Ash.”

The smile she gave back was just as shy, and she bumped their shoulders together again. The conversation trailed off after that, but she didn’t mind too much. She thinks he doesn’t either. She likes sitting next to Chris like this, when things have gotten quiet and soft and it’s just them. 

After a few moments, she looks down towards her hands and notices how close his right hand is to her left. All she would have to do is reach out a little and she could wrap her pinky with his. She spends about five seconds debating on doing it, only to feel her face flush at the realization. Jesus Christ, maybe she’s more drunk then she thought.

“Can’t believe your cousin booked an entire botanical garden for the wedding.” 

“Huh? What?” Chris gives her a look of confusion, a little jarred from the sudden topic of conversation, but understands quickly enough. “Oh! Yeah, I think it was because of Rosalie actually. She loves flowers and plants and shit, studied it in college or something.”

“Horticulture.”

“Gesundheit.”

Ash rolls her eyes, but can’t help the fond smile. “It’s the study of plants, dork.”

“Hey, it’s not like I was able to shove a dictionary into my pocket or anything. I don’t even have pockets, Ash. Can you believe that? Had to leave my phone in my coat!”

She tries to disguise the laugh as long-sufferiing sigh, she really does! But she can tell she failed by the way his face lights up just a bit. “Oh no. No pockets. I wonder what that’s like,” she gestures dryly to the dress she’s wearing.

Chris laughs as he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Alright, alright. I get it. I’ll stop.” He gives her a curious look though. “Why’d you ask about the gardens though?”

Ash moves her hands so they’re clasped in her lap and looks down at the hole the toe of her shoe is digging into the dirt. “I don’t know,” she says finally. “I guess it just surprised me is all. Not exactly the location I’d choose myself.”

“Oh ho! So you’ve thought about what your wedding would be like Miss Brown?”

She looks up from her new project and into the look of exaggerated interest on Chris’s face. One hand is firmly clasping onto his glasses as he lays into her with an intense look. She gives a casual shrug and smile. “Once or twice.”

“Well you can’t just say that and expect me not to dig, Ash!” He moves placing his head into the palm of his hands as he balances his elbows on his knees, staring at her with wide-eyed interest. She can’t help the laugh that bubbles out. “So spill! Tell me everything.” 

“Oh man. Um, I guess I’ve always kind of imagined a backyard wedding?” She pauses to think it over for a moment before giving a quick jerk of her head. “No, it’s definitely going to be in a backyard. And with only close friends and family.”

Chris nods in understanding. “Small and private. Sounds like you.” He starts to swallow nervously and looks away for a second, and for the life of her she can’t understand why. “Got anyone you imagine it’s with?”

Ashley doesn’t respond, instead biting her lip and returning to look at the hole that has now expanded to twice it’s size. 

“Wait, are you serious?”

She’d like to think the shrug she gives is casual, but she knows it’s anything but.

“Holy shit. Oh, holy shit. You have a crush on someone?”

“I mean, it’s not that big of a deal—”

“Are you kidding me right now, Ash? Not a big deal? This is a huge deal! You have a crush on someone and you’ve never told me or Josh?!”

Ash just bites her lip harder, still refusing to look at Chris, knowing her face is probably as red as the wine they’d been drinking earlier. “Josh knows,” she mumbles out.

“Wait, so you told Josh, but you never told me?”

“I didn’t tell Josh, he just, sorta, well, guessed. Correctly.”

“Oh. I mean, I guess that tracks. He kinda sorta guessed mine too.”

“Wait.” She raises her head to look at Chris, only to see that he’s not actually looking at her, but off to the side where the pond is, scratching awkwardly at his jaw. “You have a crush on someone too? How have I not known about this?”

“Um, because I never told you?”

“Nuh uh. Not going to work. You’re completely terrible when it comes to keeping secrets. So spill. Who’s the person?” She doesn’t want to know. Her heart is already shattering as she speaks, but she needs to know. Know who this person is that managed to get Chris’s attention when she couldn’t after all these years.

“I’m not gonna tell you, Ash! Are you going to tell me yours?”

“Well, no, but—”

“Exactly!” She watches Chris stand up, limbs jerky as he clumsily makes his way to his feet. “So let’s just to back to the party and we’ll both forget that this conversation ever happened and—”

The words are out of her mouth before she knows it. “Let’s play a game.” And she wishes she could take them back almost immediately. Oh, she really was way more drunk then she thought. He was giving both of them an out, a chance to walk away and pretend that this conversation wasn’t happening and that they weren’t about to ruin their friendship. “Let’s play a game.”

Chris groans tiredly as he drags his hand over his face. “Ash, I’m not really in the mood for games right now. So let’s just go back—”

“Five questions.” She swallows nervously. Oh shit, she was going to ruin everything if she didn’t stop talking now! “We both ask each other five questions about who our crush is. Yes or no questions only."

“Just five questions? That’s it?” She nods and he sighs in what could be defeat, but he sits back down heavily next to her on the bench. “Fine. But just five questions, alright? Do you want to go first, or should I?”

Ash swallows and draws in a shaky breath for courage. “I’ll go. It was my idea in the first place.” She could do this. She could figure out who Chris liked. And then, when she was home and safe under her covers, she could cry her heart out later. “Do I know them?”

“Yeah.” The nod he gives is jerky. “Yeah, you know her pretty well actually.”

“Oh! So it’s a girl!”

The laugh Chris makes is a tight thing, but it’s a laugh nonetheless. “No fair! That doesn’t count.”

Ash’s smile is forced, but not as forced as it could have been. “Not my fault, you’re offering more information then you need to.” Okay, so that narrows it down to either Sam, Emily, Jessica, or Josh’s sisters. Except now she’s really confused to how in the world she missed this.

“Still not fair. Okay, um, do I know them?”

Ash shakes her head but she’s laughing. “Doesn’t count! You can’t ask me the same question I just asked you!”

“Wait, that wasn’t in the rules before! You are rigging this game to be in your favor, Ash!” The laugh that Chris makes is much more natural and it set’s her a little more at ease. She’ll be fine. She can do this! “Fine then,” she watches him hem and haw for a moment to find a question. “Do they make you laugh?”

“Yes.”

The sigh Chris gives then, is one in relief. “Good. You have a cute laugh, you deserve someone who brings it out of you.”

“Oh.” Never mind, she was wrong. She can’t do this. She absolutely cannot do this. “Um, okay. Have you known them long?”

“Yeah.” Narrowing it down even further to Beth, Hannah, or Sam. “Is this a recent development?”

“No, it's not. Have you ever asked them out?”

She’s a little surprised by how puzzled Chris looks at the question. “I mean, I haven’t asked them on a date or anything, I guess?” Hmm. She’ll narrow the question down a little bit more next time. “Do they like cookies?”

She can’t help the giggle that escapes. “What? I mean, yeah, of course they do. What kind of question is this?”

“I’m running out of idea’s Ash! You’re the brain person here, not me! I’m just the funny guy with the jokes!”

“And sometimes you can’t even pull that off.”

“Oh, ouch. Low blow.”

Ash is too busy still laughing, happy that things have finally gotten back to normal between them, that at first she doesn’t notice his reaction to her fourth question. “Did you ask her to be your plus one to the wedding?” And then she does, she’s noticed he’s stiffened right up in his seat and now refusing to look her in the eyes.

“Yeah, I did.”

Oh. Well now Ash hates whoever Chris asked. Why wouldn’t they want to come with him? He’s the funniest, nicest guy she knows and it doesn’t matter that Hannah and Beth are off vacationing in Cape Cod or that Sam has that work placement thing at that national park or—

Wait. She turns to stare at Chris in shock. There’s no way. There’s absolutely no way. But, it makes sense. Both she and Chris have known about the Washington’s Cape Cod trips in August for years now. And Sam had been so excited, she had been talking about her national park thing for months. So, that just left...

Her.

“Chris,” she manages to squeak out. “You still have two more questions.”

“No, I-I think I’m done playing now.” He starts to try and stand up again, but Ash has already reached for and grabbed onto his shirt sleeve to keep him there. 

“It’s just two more questions, and you can repeat all the questions I’ve already asked if you want. I don’t care. Just please, please don’t go yet.” She knows that she’s being desperate right now, but she doesn’t care. She has one more question, and if she’s wrong she’s never going to be able to recover. But she doesn’t care, she needs to know!

“Ash, I really don’t think—”

“Please!”

“Do I know them?”

“Yes! God yes! You know him, Chris! You see him everyday!” His eyes have widened behind his glasses, but Ash is already asking her question. “Did you ask anyone other than me to be your date this thing?”

If his eyes were wide before, they’re practically saucers now. “What? I don’t—”

“Answer the fucking question, Christopher!”

“No! I didn’t— I didn’t ask anyone else!”

Ash settles back down onto the bench, breathing far too heavily than is appropriate. There’s no way that this is actually happening to her right now. No way in hell. She’s going to wake up any moment in her bed and realize that this was all a dream. “You have one more question.” If she has any thoughts towards how absolutely breathless she sounds right now, she couldn’t care less.

“Ash, listen, I—”

Slowly, she shakes her head and watches his adam apple bob as he swallows. “Would-would you tell me who it is if I asked?”

She nods jerkily. “O-oh. Well then,” he licks his lips nervously, “who—”

She doesn’t give him any time to finish his question. Ash has already moved her hands so they’re gripping the front of his shirt and dragging him down so she can place a fierce, hard kiss on his lips. It’s over almost as quickly as it started though, and she pulls back to stare at a dazed Chris, looking for all the world like he had just been clubbed over the head.

“You,” she manages to gasp out. “It’s you, you idiot. It’s always been you.”

Anything she could have said is lost, as that’s when Chris’s brain finally kicked in again and he responded by twisting his hand into her hair and pulling her into another kiss just a searing as the first. Ash doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around his neck to hold him closer as his free hand finds the center of her back and is now pushing her chest into his. She knows that he’s probably—definitely—making a mess of her hair, but when she starts whining into his mouth when the kiss deepens, she finds that she doesn’t give two flying fucks anymore.

The second kiss goes on for much, much longer then the first one. And the third longer than that, and on the forth she finds that they’ve shifted at some point so she’s 100% straddling his lap in her dress right now as they make out on the bench. By the fifth she doesn’t really care about that either. 

Eventually the two of them do manage to separate, and are pressing their foreheads together staring at the other in wide-eyed amazement. Ash giggles at the sight. The lipstick she had worn was now a mess all over Chris’s mouth, and she could already feel that her hair was an unsalvageable rat’s nest of hairspray and bobby pins. There is going to be no explaining this away. It’s pretty dang obvious what they had both been doing. She leaves a small kiss on the tip of his nose anyway, just because she can.

“You think that maybe your parent’s have started to worry about us? Think we should head back soon?”

Chris let’s out a low breathy laugh, his smile bright enough that if she wasn’t already flushed from their previous activities, she certainly would be now. “Honestly, Ash? I don’t give a shit about what everyone over there is doing right now.”

He leans in and gives her a much softer and more tender kiss then anything they had shared earlier. And as she sighs happily into it, she finds herself agreeing wholeheartedly. No matter what’s going on over there, she would much rather stay here with Chris. 

#pride month prompt challenge #my writing #until dawn #chris hartley #ashley brown #chrashley #holy shit this came out way longer then i intended #and hotter #whoops

[eureka-its-zico]

A New Wager

Request: A poker game with jungkook turned smutty 🤭 its like, "i would like to see you try" "dont try me" or something like that, a really fierce and prideful reader!

A/N: Alright, Nonnie. I tried to give you a reader that was fierce. I also didn’t plan on this to go past a thousand words and...well...whoops. I really did want it to be kinda short and sweet, but, ya know, shit happens. All the same, I do hope you enjoy this. You’re officially the first request from my inbox I’ve done in two years lol. I hope it’s decent. Much Love, Jenn P.s I am absolute shit at creating title names uuuughgh

Genre: Jungkook x Reader

Words: 2602

Warnings: This story is a smut story containing oral. Ya. You’ve been warned. 

Disclaimer: As always, any gifs used for referencing purposes are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!

It was fair to say the first few games you played with Jungkook ended with him winning. Constantly. It didn’t matter what it was: sports, board games, video games, card games. Everything was treated with the utmost desire to squash his competition and you, unfortunately, were on the receiving end, and took many of those figurative beatings. 

There were a few times you’d tried your infamous pout and doe-eyed combination. The kind of look that made men swoon and heat up all at the same time. It usually was something that worked, and maybe it did, but Jungkook wasn’t your usual guy. While he enjoyed your flirtations it wasn’t going to keep him from spanking your ass by winning every hand. 

He’d just won - again - for the fifth consecutive time in a row. The smugness on his face made you want to stick your finger in your mouth and gag. Only thing stopping you was how he moved to rest his arms behind his head. The sleeves of his charcoal shirt falling down in a slow motion tease to expose the hard lines of muscle underneath. 

Were you actually biting your lip right now? No. Maybe. Okay, yes. But who could blame you? If anyone else could see the wonderful way his biceps and triceps took shape and moved down to the smooth expanse of forearms they’d be struggling to remain saintly too. And let’s not get started on his hands. They were the reason you’d decided on a skirt to wear to this supposedly friendly game night. 

Jungkook noticed where your attention lied. You knew you’d been caught simply by his bicep flexing against tan skin. This time when you looked back at him, he wasn’t so smug. He was a perfectly cocked brow and shamelessly gawking at the brazen show of your legs exposed by your skirt. You remembered his earlier teasing, and couldn’t help but return the favor. Your hands moved down slowly to the hem of your skirt. You waited until you were sure Jungkook was still watching before your fingers curled into the fabric, and brought it higher up your thighs.

Jungkook’s eyes were drawn to the soft lace fabric between your legs. You tried to bite your lip to keep a smile from growing on your face, because you knew you had him. There was no denying the desire that sparked in his eyes to no doubt find out how thin the fabric was. His own growing arousal becoming noticeable through the strain of his thin sweats. 

“You tease me,” you purred. “And I’ll tease you back.”

Jungkook let his arms fall back on the table as he moved to adjust himself better in the chair. Your own hands coming to a halt and joined him back on the table. Only now you could see he was thinking of a wickedly new game to play. 

“Teasing me comes with a price, and you’re going to end up paying it.”

“Is that a promise?”

You knew playing with him like this was definitely the same as playing with fire. That he could be up and have you bent over the table with your brain barely having time to register it before his hand was landing a resounding smack across your ass. Who were you kidding: it felt like forever since he’d left a good solid hand print from the last time he spanked you. You missed the sensation of his dominance something awful. 

So yes. Maybe you did want to tease him. If only just a wee bit. 

“How about we make a new wager,” he said. His hands reaching out to take the discarded stake of cards. “Instead of just say...money or clothes we play for something else. Something sexual.”

“Color me intrigued.”

Jungkook broke out into his famous nose scrunched smile as he attempted to shake away your words. 

“This is serious,” he reprimanded. His cheeks still warm as he finished: “Deadly serious.”

You feigned shock; a mocking gasp left your lips as your hand moved to splay over your chest. 

“I assure you, I am taking this very serious. I already know what I want if I win.”

A devilish smile rose across your lips, and you allowed your hands to move back up between your legs. Jungkook did his best to keep shuffling the cards, but was hovering dangerously close to sending them flying across the table. His full attention focused on your index finger playing with the edges of your panties. 

“What makes you so sure you’re even gonna win?” He mocked. “You’ve lost the last few games. Actually: All of the games.”

“Yeah, well, things change when a girl has her sights set on what she wants.”

“That would be me.”

Your eyebrow cocked at his usual show of bravado. That smug smile plastered fully on his face wide enough to make you want to say something to wipe it off. Jungkook would know you’re lying, however. He knew exactly how much you enjoyed having his hands on your body; claiming your hips with a firm grip as you rode him. 

“Do you always have to be cocky?” You shot back, teeth digging into your cheek to keep from smiling. 

“Only when I know I’m right.”

“Hurry up and deal the cards, Fabio,” you groaned. He sent you a couple kisses from across the table and it sent you into hysterics. “Jungkook, I’m serious,” you chuckled. “My victory is waiting.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes at this, but ended up doing as he was told. Giving the cards an extra hint of ridiculous flourish as he parted them between you. You swore with as much time as he was taking you’d be damn near sixty by the time he was done. 

You picked up all five cards when he finished and gave them a calculating glance. So, okay, it wasn’t the best hand he could’ve given you and if you didn’t know him so well you would call cheating. But you knew Jungkook was too prideful to ever do that. Cheating didn’t prove he was the best, and Jungkook always wanted to be the best. 

“Do you need to trade cards?”

God, he was so stupidly smug. The cat that ate the canary, or whatever. Jungkook held a heavy air about him that screamed victory. As if, somehow, he was just able to believe he would win and it would come true. Witchcraft, I tell you. 

You refused to let him see that, for a split second, you were panicking. The cards were a mess, but you couldn’t decide if replacing two or three was a risk. Your whole plan, and the cards needed to win, all felt risky. 

“Two please.”

You laid down the two you decided to trade; your nerves sending your teeth to dig into your lip. Jungkook slid over two brand new cards without saying a word and you couldn’t have been more thankful for his silence. Everything was riding on the new cards. Without keeping yourself in suspense, you reached out to take them and brought them close to your face...and nearly choked. It was  only one card off, but it was good enough. 

You fought to keep the excitement off your face and waited patiently for Jungkook to call it. It felt like forever until he moved to place his hand down.

“Three-of-a-kind.”

“Wow. Wow, Kook, that’s pretty tough to beat.” You did your best not to crack a smile. Not to shout it at him as you placed yours dramatically on the table. “But last time I checked, it doesn’t beat four-of-a-kind, baby! Oh yeah!”

You let yourself have a little victory dance; enjoying every moment of Jungkook’s obvious disbelief and pouting. 

“H-How!” He stammered out. “You’ve lost almost every single time.”

“I told you! I was playing to win.”

“Yes, but so was I.”

It was absolutely adorable how he pouted with every word. As if his cuteness alone would be enough for you to feel bad for him. Unfortunately, for dear sweet Jungkook, you were going to savor this victory with enjoyment. 

“If you’re done pouting I have a much better idea on how to use those pretty lips of yours.”

Your words were needy with desire so heavy you could actually purr. Your mind already thinking about his tongue delving between your folds caused your legs to squeeze together just in case he could see your wetness. And now you held his absolute attention. Your words enough to cause him to switch gears in a blinding second. The pouty Jungkook replaced with the one you’d come to know and love.

The rooms playful atmosphere disappearing as Jungkook rose from his chair with his eyes still holding yours. He made sure your eyes focused on him as he came around the table. His movements fluid, sensual, with promises of wicked things to come in the heat of dark almond eyes. You could already feel his fingers moving delicately between your legs and parting them; a single of his fingers moving up to the edge of your panties seductively playing along the fabric.

Jungkook dropped down to his knees, which left him perfectly placed in the middle of your parted legs. His eyes never leaving yours as his forearms spread your legs wider before him.

“Tell me, Y/N. How would you like me to use my lips?”

Was it just you or was the Sahara desert living inside your mouth? You wanted to reply. To tell him you wanted his lips on your body and your nails claiming his back in harsh lines from the pleasure he tore free from your throat. To feel his tongue giving long strokes between your folds until it lingered teasingly at your clit. You wanted to tell him so much, but you couldn’t swallow past the trembling anxiety of need he’d caused to rise inside you. 

While you were lost inside your rapid thoughts of struggling to tell him where to kiss it, Jungkook took it upon himself to lace one finger inside your panties. His fingers moved just outside your opening; stroking just enough to coax your juices to coat his fingers. 

You were stuck. Plan and simple. Helplessly watching as he took his now slick fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. You couldn’t stop the moan that etched itself onto your lips, and escaped in a gasp. Jungkook’s lips upturned in a sinister smirk and you would have cared less. You weren’t shell shocked anymore and neither were you going to hesitate. 

Without giving him time to react, you leaned forward and grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him towards you. Your lips rushing to press against his as your tongue licked across his lower lip begging for entrance. Jungkook opened up to you immediately and let your tongue explore his mouth that was tinged with the taste of you. 

Your lips pulled apart with a wet smack as your eyes took a second to adjust back on his face.

“I want to feel your tongue on my pussy. I want you to make me come so hard my legs shake.”

The corner of his lips began to tilt in a satisfied smirk, as he kissed the inside of your wrist. His hands moving to cup underneath your knees, which you knew he only did when he planned to hoist you up. Contorting your body in positions you would’ve deemed embarrassing, that left you vulnerable and exposed to him, but he loved it. In the end, you learned to love it too, because just like now it left you with a wonderful view of the man in charge.

Jungkook didn’t disappoint: in one clean motion he replied, “As you wish,” and lifted your legs up to rest on top of his shoulders. It left your back at an awkward angle against the chair, and you knew there would be hell to pay later. It was a chance you were willing to take. 

He wasn’t wasting  time on pleasantries or coy seduction. Jungkook kept his eyes looking up at you, watching for every reaction, and leaned down to run a tongue along the wet expanse of fabric. Goosebumps shuttered across your skin and your back struggled not to arch into the chair. If your fingers delving into his hair and pulling tight caused him any discomfort, Jungkook didn’t show it. His sole attention spent on all the ways he could make you squirm. 

With a swift movement of his index finger he pulled aside the fabric and, with your eyes still on him, moved down to run his tongue between your folds. It left your lips quivering while your hands convulsed in his hair and a swear dangerously close to spilling from your lips. 

His tongue did everything it could to coax it out of you. Jungkook gave long, flicking strokes,  upwards teased their way up causing you to squirm in your chair. It was maddening how good it felt, but how badly your body aches for him to reach your center. When Jungkook’s teasing tongue finally landed on your clit it tore a moan free from your throat. It was dangerously loud. To the point you worried if you’d woken any of the members. Jungkook’s bedroom walls appeared to be paper thin; or the rest of the members were extremely light sleepers. Either way, you didn’t want to wake them. You also didn’t really care. 

With each flick Jungkook made was as meticulous as the last. He paid close attention to what spots you reacted to the most; what arched you impossibly back against the chair. 

The licks from Jungkook ran in a pulsating current of slow, steady, and gradually picking up the pace. The tip of his tongue making miniature circles around your clit before he gently sucked it between his lips, just so he could run an agonizingly slow lick. You were so caught up in the sensations of his tongue that you weren’t paying attention to anything that was around you. So when two fingers slid inside you, a gasp caught itself deep in your throat. His fingers no doubt added to the rushing warmth that was spreading throughout your body. 

Jungkook paid just as much attention with his hands as he did with his mouth. Both of them working you over with a demand that your body feel every sensation he could bring. He knew you were close; your breath came in uneven hitches. Your legs trembled on his shoulders and you could’ve sworn you were already beginning to see stars forming at the corner of your eyes. 

It was good to know Jungkook was keeping to his side of the deal. 

He was working you to the point your body only yielded in wait of his command. The “okay” for you to finally come in the form of thrusting fingers and a stroking tongue. And you did just that. 

You came screaming and clawing at his back, at the arm of his hand that worked you over from the inside out, and the mouth that sent your body into spasms. You were positive somewhere in the euphoric bliss he’d caused between your legs, his free hand dug it’s fingers into your hip. You’d be wearing those lovely little indents for a few days, but you didn’t care. 

Jungkook moved to lean back on his calves and raised the hem of his shirt to wipe at his mouth. The sight alone stirring a longing all over again. One you knew Jungkook would be happy to sate. 

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