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Tingles and Giggles - Chapter One - Tyler Owens x Reader

Chapter One - Nice Try, Owens

It was the end of the second tornado-chasing season for (Y/n) and the Storm Riders. A couple of years ago a local bar in Oklahoma named the Dust Devil Dive hosted a yearly celebration party for all the storm chasers to relax and share stories from the year's chases. 

Granted, most times it was just your team, a few from Storm Par, another smaller team named Atmosphere Aces, and the Tornado Wranglers. Thankfully when the owners, Kathy and Randy, threw this party they closed the place down to outsiders, which included all of the Tornado Wrangler fans. You and your team got tired of having their fans around constantly just because the leader, if you could call him that, was good-looking and charismatic enough to make any girl who looked at him melt. That man is Tyler Owens. 

While, yes, he is good-looking and a smooth talker, he was also reckless and annoying. There were numerous times you had watched him and Boone drive into the middle of a storm in that old red truck of his and put it in park to then shoot fireworks up into the tornado. You’d have to admit that his bravery and respect for the storm were admirable; driving into the middle of a tornado was not as admirable. 

You smirked to yourself while sitting at the bar while sipping your whiskey and diet coke thinking of all the crazy stunts the Tornado Wranglers have pulled. You turned your barstool slightly to watch the teams intermingle on the dance floor, forgetting about all the turbulence everyone had gone through the last few weeks. 

As Rodney Atkins played throughout the bar, you turned back to the bar and finished your drink hearing everyone sing along at the top of their lungs. 

“If you’re going through hell, keep on going, don’t slow down!” They all sang, “If you’re scared, don’t show it, you might get out ‘fore the devil even knows you’re there!” 

In the corner of your eye, you could see Tyler playing pool with Dexter while trying to teach Ben, a journalist from a city near London. You smirked while watching Ben try to use the cue to hit the white ball on the table which was basically lined up with the seven ball and one of the corner pockets. 

While he took his shot and missed horribly by barely hitting the white ball and almost falling onto the table, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. That caused Tyler to look up from under his cowboy hat and make eye contact with you. 

For a man you didn’t necessarily enjoy talking with, he sure did something to your brain chemistry. You lifted your new drink and slightly tipped it toward him in a cheers manner. He did the same with his beer bottle, the two of you both took a drink and you turned back to the bar where the bartender was asking if you needed anything else. 

“I’m good, thanks,” you said, placing your glass back on its chintzy bar coaster. You took your phone out of your pocket and scrolled Facebook for a minute or two to catch up on your family's lives that you had been missing for the last few years while out storm chasing. 

“It’s hard for you, too, huh sweetheart?” A voice you knew instantly asked from beside you. 

You glanced over and saw Tyler sitting on the stool while putting his bottle on the bar to signal the bartender for another. 

“I wish I could go back more and- wait. Why am I telling you my sap story of not seeing my family for the last couple of years?” You laughed, putting your phone down and grabbing your drink. 

“Because I’m just another friendly face at the bar?” He said, looking over at you and smiling slightly. 

“I don’t know about friendly, but definitely another face,” you said, stirring your straw around. 

“Ouch, okay, (Y/n)’s in that type of mood tonight,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“I’m in no mood, Tyler,” you stated, “Just stating a fact.” 

“I see how it is,” he chuckled, “And to think I was talking to quite a beautiful face.” 

This statement took you back slightly, you were used to Tyler picking on you and calling you other things like your last name and calling you Salado, which is the town in Texas you’re from that’s about 45 minutes away from Waco, Texas. Salado is a quaint village with what you can call an artistic flair. While your parents were cattle farmers, you did your chores and spent time with a few favorite cows; you also liked going to the heart of the small town and enjoying the artists painting and sculpting in the parks and the numerous bands playing around the town in the little saloons. That’s where you fell in love with music and tried to pursue it as a second job aside from helping out on the farm as that was a full-time job. 

When that fell through, you moved up to Oklahoma to try storm chasing as you had always been in love with storms when you were little. Instead of hiding under the covers or running to your parents, you were at the big picture window in the living room watching the lightning and trees blowing in the wind. 

You were jolted from your thoughts by Tyler nudging your elbow with his. 

“Hmm?” You asked. 

“Dance with me?” He asked, standing up and holding his hand out to you. In the mirror behind the bar, you could see the teams paired up in couples to do their best slow dancing. 

You laughed slightly, “Nice try, Owens.” 

“Please? We’re the only ones not dancing right now,” he said, taking your hand off your glass and pulling you to the dance floor to the tune of ‘Made For You’ by Jake Owen. 

He didn’t give you much of a chance to say no as he pulled you to his chest, his right hand going to your waist and his left finding your hand. You sighed to yourself and put your left on his bicep, which was more muscular feeling than it looked. You figured as long as you were here, you might as well enjoy the dance since the last time you slow danced was with your dad at a friend's wedding. 

You weren’t sure if he was just that intoxicated or if he was fully coherent, but he was rubbing small circles with his thumb on your hip while you both swayed to the music. While your body relaxed you took a deep breath in, smelling the mix of leather, dried rain, an almost musky smell, and a hint of sweat. All of it combined made your heart swoon for this crazy cowboy. 

“Hey (L/n)?” He whispered in your ear, holding his head close to yours. 

“Yeah, Owens?” You whispered back. 

“Think maybe sometime I can take you out?”

You looked up at his blueish green eyes that looked down at you with the most sincere look. 

“Why?” You asked, giggling slightly, “Why would Tyler Owens want to go out with someone like me?”

“Because the girl I’m holding in my arms is the best woman I’ve met in my years of livin’,” he stated, pressing the bridge of his nose to the top of your head. 

“Yeah right, Tyler,” you said, sighing, “Everyone knows you got a thing for Kate.” 

“But she is nothing compared to you,” he said, pulling you closer slightly, “Call me crazy, but I fell in love with you when we first met and I knew I’d have to try and get closer to you somehow. I just hate that it’s taken me this long to finally say somethin.” 

“I guess I don’t believe you?” You said softly, taking in the scent you’ve grown to want more of.

“I mean it, sweetheart,” he said, “It might be, well, I know it’s the beer talkin’, but everything I’m sayin’ is true. You’re one of the smartest and most beautiful girls I’ve seen. And that’s sayin’ a lot since I’ve seen my fair share of gals.” 

“I can’t tell if that last part is an insult or a compliment,” you whispered, Tyler kissing the top of your head softly. 

“Always a compliment when it comes to you, baby girl,” he said, pulling away and twirling you as the song ended and ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ by Luke Combs started. 

You looked back up at him, his eyes looking back at you with happiness sewn in them.

“I suppose one wouldn’t hurt, just no YouTube star Tyler, got it?” You said, walking back to your seat at the bar. You could feel his eyes on you as you walked away. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, following you to the bar. 

“You should probably get back to your game of pool before Ben hurts someone,” you giggle, Tyler looking over and seeing Ben almost hit Boone in the gut with the end of the cue. 

“Good call, I’ll be back once we win,” he said while grabbing his beer. 

“If you win,” you state, taking a drink of your now watered-down whiskey coke. 

“Don’t test me, sweetheart,” he mumbled against your head, kissing it before walking back to Dexter and Ben. 

You shook your head and laughed softly. If the tornadoes you chased didn’t do anything to you, this cowboy definitely would. 

Want more? Here's Chapter Two! Masterlist :)

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MARAUDERS ERA DR INTRO !!

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||*.name: venus mayumi

||*.nicknames: rings, vee

||*.birthday: 06/04 (11)

||*.pronouns: she/her

||*.occupation: student @ hogwarts

||*.ethnicity: filipino/japanese/german

||*.blood status: half-blood

APPEARENCE + MOODBOARD

⋆.˚ lil blurb: i have vitiligo, which affects my eye, skin in some smaller patches, and the front bits of my hair, making them lighter ⋆.˚

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||*.house: gryffindor

||*.friends: marauders & valkyries, + regulus black (♡), dorcas meadows, pandora rosier, kingsley shacklebolt, & emmeline vance (civil w/ the skittles/emeralds bc of reg)

||*.animagus form: raccoon

||*.personality/social life: lowkey a little loud, def more similar to james & sirius than remus & peter, but i actually know when to shut tf up, and i'm generally well-liked. there isn't as much hatred of other houses, and a lot of the death eater/pureblood stuff is way less prevelant, so friendly rivalries are common, but no all-out hatred. me n sirius are beaters for the gryffindor quidditch team (i'm also lowkey ripped asf hehehe), but i end up having to drop out mid fifth year from an injury, so me n lily end up commentating (lmao).

||*.hobbies:

muggle volleyball thrifting, crocheting, embroidery, & sewing singing + playing electric guitar jewlery making rock, fossil, and bone collecting/foraging parkour roller skating quidditch

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||* uniforms arent as strictly enforced, fridays, weekends, and non-school days like holidays you can wear regular clothes undr your robes, accessories are always allowed (jewelry, belts, hair shit, etc.)

||* there are a bunch of extra curriculars available like different clubs, etc. and theyre lowkey super fun theres like baking club, art club, care of magical creatures, its so sick.

||* they do so many fancy events theres a halloween masquerade ball, easter ball, valentines day dance, autumn/spring equinox events, etc. also the triwizard tournament didn't get banned and there was one in my fourth year bc i said so

||* it's genrally recognized that students within the same house arent all the same sow hile friendly competition is encouraged, it's also common for students to have friends from other houses, and ppl are allowed in other house's dorms & common rooms if they're invited

||* there is a bioluminescent cave pool under the castle and its so fun to hang out in oh my god its not cold or anything its just soso cool

||*voldemorts downfall happens the year after we graduate (aka the order destroys all the horcruxes), and nobody i know well dies so none of the betrayal happens, but regulus does end up taking the mark but dosen't believe in all that shit & works as a spy (snape could NEVER) for the order, and still destroys the horcrux but survives and fully leaves his family (suck it walburga and orion)

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has three pets, two cats and an owl, whos names are mocha, shinya, & ghost, (the cats r technially communal between me n the valkyries bc they live in the dorms w us, but idc)

bands/music artists and slang r all the same as they are now, but technology etc is all 70s (w/o the homophobia racism etc)

i shift in the day before i get my hogwarts letter

sirius and reg are irish twins so while reg is still younger hes in our year (along w the rest of the skittles/emeralds its for simplicity)

there is a creek/river system in the forest and its so cool to hangout near theres like fossils and bones and cool rocks and shit EVERYWHERE i love it

the lake is swimmable (unless you can't swim cough cough regulus black) and its super fun theres a dock and floating platforms and stuff its amazing when its hot out

the dr follows kind of an atyd type timeline of events w exceptions

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that's all pretty much!!! thats a long one lmao sorry abt that but also if y'all knw any younger raspier british fem voiceclaims pls tell me im in the trenches rn trying to find a british vc that dosent sound like shes in bridgerton lmao ok byeeee love u

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Twin Size Mattress (Bjorn One Shot)

Bjorn x fem!reader

Authors note: Hello! I am definitely new to this. I haven’t written in quite a few years, and just like many hobbies, when you haven’t done it for a while the skill dwindles. So I was hoping I could write something to share on here for the first time, to start dipping my toes back into the pool as most people would say. Like everyone else who is probably lurking these tags, I was pretty enamoured by Bjorn in Alien Romulus (I also went to watch it multiple times in theatres but that was not for Bjorn, I just have a hyper fixation on horror movies.), so I hope everyone enjoys!

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, DNI if you’re underage please, Smut, mentions of loss and grief, unprotected P in V sex (please be safe…you know the drill), swearing, some very light choking, some foreplay, and a hint of angst? I am hoping I didn’t miss anything because I rarely go back to read over my work due to being extremely picky with wording.

A p.s. from the author: I was listening to a lot of The Front Bottoms when I named this piece, and I thought this song would be fitting for the title.

Word count: 6,390 (yes. I know. I am wordy okay? lol)

On the ship, you never expected such limited space. You never expected to share a bed, and you certainly never expected to share a bed with Bjorn of all people. You hadn’t been on a trip with the team at all, you stayed on base most of the time, but when Tyler proposed the escapade, you thought a change of scenery would benefit you. The mines were beyond torture to you, and being able to leave that behind for an unknown amount of time was extremely tempting.

Now, somehow, you found yourself back to back with one of the people you despised most. He was not a fan of you either, but you were focused more on your distaste for him, you couldn’t care less what he thought of you, definitely not after you overheard him talking about you several times with the rest of the crew. He didn’t like your guts, or how you tried to fit in with the group without having any inkling of what they had gone through together. The crew was his found family and he saw you as an intrusion to that harmony. Not only that but Bjorn didn’t even care to give you a chance, so you had given up on trying to be friendly, and everyone was aware of the mutual hatred. Yet you still managed to get the least desirable spot in the ship.

You laid awake, staring at the wall of the room, listening to the low hum that the ship emitted, the vibrations gently shaking your face. Bjorn shuffled behind you, pulling the blanket that the two of you shared. They couldn’t even give us separate blankets, you thought as you gripped your side, protecting the surface area you had.

“Do you fucking mind?” He said through gritted teeth, “I’m cold.” He added, yanking on the blanket again.

“You can freeze for all I care.” You replied back, mirroring his actions by pulling the end that you were gripping.

“M’ Sure you’re used to the cold since your ‘art is the same temperature.” He said, trying his hardest to pull the knitted blanket over his exposed legs.

”Well if you didn’t dress like you were going into cryosleep you would be warmer. Now shut up and go to sleep before I kick you off the bed and make you sleep on the metal floor.” You spat back.

Before Bjorn climbed into bed he had stripped off his work clothes, leaving him in nothing but a white tank top that hung loosely on him, and a pair of sleep shorts that were a few sizes too big, you had noticed that he had to put on a belt to wear them when you had caught an unwanted glimpse of him taking off the clothing articles. For you though, you were smarter, you brought long sleeved shirts, woven sleep pants, and sweaters, to ensure that you were going to be comfortable throughout the night, knowing that some ships got cold when you were not constantly moving on them.

”Unlike you I want to be comfortable when I sleep.” He replied, pulling the blanket once more. Snapping the tension that was building in you.

”I swear to god Bjorn, stop fucking pulling the blanket!” You exclaimed loud enough for the crew next door to hear. A sharp bang on the wall indicated that everyone was fed up with the argument, telling the both of you to shut up without words. A pang of silence rang through the both of you, as a defeated sigh escaped your mouth, slowly letting some of the blanket out of your grip, allowing him to cover the rest of his body. No more words were exchanged that night, not even a thank you.

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You were sitting at your mother’s bedside, watching her lay with her eyes closed, she looked like the colour of ash, her lips were blue, and chapped. Her lively appearance had been drained from her, and she was a shell of who you had known her to be. You hadn’t left her side since the medic announced the time of death. They had unhooked her from the machines as you sat there, crying, holding her hand, but you refused to go, it had been hours. She was all you had, and she was now just a vessel of bones. You were never going to hear her voice, or see her smile, or feel her arms around you ever again, and of all times you wished you could take back everything you had said to her, but it was too late.

You were so focused on memorizing your mothers face, you didn’t hear the sliding doors of the medical room open. You only realized another set of people were in there once they pulled you up by your work shirt. Your hand let go of your mothers, as they began to pull you towards the exit, mumbling something that was incoherent to you at that point, as you were now blinded by fiery rage. You screamed and begged at the top of your lungs to have them let you go, to let you be with your mother for a few more minutes, but they were having none of it. You had resorted to pushing back against them, pulling the opposite direction as the securities grip tightened on your wrist. You kept screaming and screaming until it all went black.

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“Wake the fuck up!” Bjorn exclaimed, shaking you roughly. The scent of cigarettes wafting from his mouth as his hot breath hit your face with his words. You sat up quickly, almost out of a distinct reflex, luckily he had moved back in time before you forehead hit his face. Your chest was burning, and a familiar taste of salty tears coated your lips, as a bead of sweat dripped down your temple. You placed a hand on your chest, feeling the hard thumping of your heart against it. You tried to catch your breath slowly, not even acknowledging the feeling of Bjorn’s eyes watching you.

He had gotten out of bed just a few minutes before this whole thing, craving a cigarette. He didn’t leave the cramped room, he just sat off to the side, with his arms hanging over his knees, taking long drags and staring at your body rising and falling with increasing intensity. He thought that you were just an odd sleeper, but when you started screaming it sent him into immediate action, knowing that the rest of the crew would’ve automatically assumed it was his fault if he didn’t stop the gut-wrenching sounds. He hadn’t heard anyone scream the way that you were screaming, and he hoped that he would never have to experience it ever again, cause even through all the unfiltered hatred he had for you, he knew something bad must’ve triggered this sort of reaction from you.

He sat in silence, watching you as more tears streamed down your face, your hands reaching up to rub the dampness off your cheeks. He looked over at the mini fridge in the corner of the room, and got off the bed, retrieving his water bottle from the inside of it, returning to you and bumping your arm with the cold metal, grabbing your attention. Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy, but there was anger behind them, until it softened once you noticed what he was holding out to you. He moved it in front of you, a silent offer. A glint of distrust appeared behind your stare.

”Don’t worry. Just water.” His voice was soft, almost like he was hurt that you thought he was going to give you something other than that, especially in this moment of all times. You reached out for the bottle, taking it gently out of his hands, avoiding his eyes once again, as you unscrewed the cap and drank, the cold metal touching your lips, and the refreshing water moisturizing your dry mouth. You pulled the bottle away, screwing the cap back on before attempting to hand it back to him.

”Thank you.” Your voice was hoarse, and the words stung your throat, raw from the screaming you had done moments before. Bjorn gave you a small nod, slowly sitting down on the bed in front of you. He didn’t take his bottle back though. The silence overtook you again, as you sniffed, trying to breathe through your nose. Bjorn rubbed his hands on his sleep shorts, watching the goosebumps start to rise on his pale skin which was now in your field of vision.

“Are you alright?” He broke the silence, clearing his throat. You didn’t respond. You felt like your body was reliving the trauma, even though it had been two years by this point, “Do you want to talk about it?” He added, trying not to push you, but curious as to what caused the screaming spell. You never heard Bjorn’s voice be so gentle before, it was uncanny in a way, the complete opposite of his cursing and loud demeanor he tended to display throughout the normal crew interactions. You found yourself somehow feeling warm towards the tone.

”I-I’m fine.” You responded, coughing from the mucus that was built up in your throat from the crying spell.

”Doesn’t look like it. And it certainly doesn’t sound like it.” He shivered slightly, not wanting to get into another fight about the blanket, knowing it was a bad time to ask for you to share when you were in this highly emotional state. He rubbed his rough hands over his biceps, generating some heat from the friction, as he kept his eyes on you, watching as you fumbled with the lid of his water bottle, rocking slowly, almost in a way to soothe yourself.

“Listen…I know we may not get along…But I’m genuinely concerned.��� He admitted, now moving a bit closer to you, reaching his hands out to hold your shoulders, almost as if he was grounding you to reality. “Can you talk or are you going into shock?” You blinked slowly, shaking your head, now grasping his wrist into your hand, removing his cold touch from your body.

”I don’t need your pity Bjorn, just drop it.” His eyebrows knitted together, scoffing at the sentence that just dropped from your lips, his hands hitting his knees in frustration as he stood up from the bed, going towards his pile of clothes.

”Y’know what? You don’t deserve my pity. You don’t deserve anything actually. I-I try to help and you have to always make it seem like you’re the toughest person in the crew, when you’re just a scared little girl. You’re a fucking baby, and deep down behind that fake front you’re putting on you’re just a lost fucking person, just begging to be accepted.” He rambled, as he grabbed his sweater, putting it on over his head, fixing his red bandana in the process.

”If you even went through an inch of what I’ve had to go through Bjorn you wouldn’t be wanting someone else’s pity either. Who the fuck do you think you are, trying to fucking act like you suddenly are concerned about me. You’ve hated me this entire time, you couldn’t care less, you just fucking switch on a dime and act like a knight in shining armour, as if we weren’t just fighting over a blanket a few hours ago. Don’t you fucking dare talk to me about fake fronts. You know NOTHING about me, and you wouldn’t understand what losing someone is like, so go fuck yourself.” You shot back, venom filling every word that left your mouth. The last part in particular made him go rigid, his hands gripping the table in front of him. His knuckles turning white from the steel grip he had around the wood. It immediately registered with you that you struck a nerve, your breath hitching in your throat as his head bowed down. In a matter of seconds Bjorn spun around on his heel and threw something at you, clinking against the water bottle before falling onto your lap. Dog tags? You thought.

”Those were my moms spare ones. She always had backups in case she lost her usual ones in the mines. She died last year. Buried beneath the rubble. Never coming back. You think you know what loss is? You think you know grief? Imagine not havin a chance to say goodbye, then come on out and accuse me of not fucking understanding what losing someone is like.” The words hit you like a pound of bricks, as your brain took a few moments to process what he was saying. You put the water bottle down beside you, now holding the dog tags in your hands, feeling the engraving of his mother's name on it, with her standard issued number right below it. You looked up at him, watching him clench his jaw under your stare. A pang of regret echoed through your body, as your eyes softened.

”Bjorn…I…”

”Save it, I don’t want your pity.” He interrupted, twisting your words back to you, crossing his arms over his chest, as his crystal blue irises watched your delicate, scarred-up hands hold the dog tags, almost as if they would break under her touch, “Maybe It’ll teach you to think before you speak next time.” He muttered, your eyes flashing up to him, as his gaze broke away to look at the floor now. You slumped down into the blanket that surrounded you, the silence encompassing the room once again. You looked back down at the dog tags, releasing a small sigh while sliding off the mattress, your bare feet meeting the cold metal floor. Bjorn couldn’t help but peek through his lashes as he watched you stop in front of him, leaving a bit of space between the two of you. He could feel your warm breath fan his face, the sweet minty smell of your mouthwash tickling his nose. Suddenly he felt your arms wrap around his neck, and the cold metal chain touching his skin, the contact made him tense up, but he stayed still for you until a small click was heard. You adjusted the dog tags gently, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks under his gaze.

“I’m sorry. I should have never said what I said…I know how you feel Bjorn. I understand how it feels to lose a mom, and I should’ve been aware that I am not the only one who has experienced something like that.” You avoided looking up, knowing he was already looking at you. Even though you hated him you knew when the heat of his ice-blue eyes were on you, and you avoided looking back every time.

”Does the grief get easier?” He whispered as if he was asking you for top-secret information. You held the dog tags between your fingers still, licking your dried lips, and shaking your head.

”It doesn’t…But it becomes your normal. My mother passed away two years ago, and as you can tell I haven’t gotten over it.” You let go of the tags, letting them drop against the sweater he was wearing, taking the courage to meet his eyes, “The nightmares don’t come often, and hopefully one day, I won’t be haunted by that night anymore.” You closed your eyes, taking your bottom lip between your teeth, giving it a small bite, taking some of the dry skin off, drawing a droplet of blood from it, letting the metallic taste settle on your tongue.

Bjorn stared at you, almost enamoured by the way you worded your thoughts, feeling his heart tighten slightly at the sight of you biting your bottom lip. His hand instinctively came up to cup your cheek, his thumb running along the skin just below your eye. You tensed up under his cold palm, flinching back slightly, as your gaze fixated on his. Maybe it was the moment that preceded it, the genuine heart to heart you both were having, but you caught yourself melting into the touch, pushing your cheek more into his hand, holding the stare. Your eyes glistened under the dim lighting, beckoning him to come closer, to close the gap between the two of you, like a siren trying to entrap men at sea, and he was one of your victims.

Slowly he leaned in, trying to gauge your body language as he approached. You didn’t move a muscle, and you could’ve sworn you felt the air from your lungs hitch in your throat, his hot breath now fanning over your lips, pausing to test if you were going to make the final move. As you threw your common sense out the window you closed the gap, allowing the moment to take over, pressing your lips against his, a soft sigh escaping from both of you, like this kiss was somehow a long time coming.

Bjorn's hand left your cheek to hold the side of your neck, your pulse beating against his palm, while the other one was placed firmly on your waist, his fingertips digging into the clothed flesh of your hips. The kiss was sloppy, a feverish craving developing slowly as you adapted to one another’s movements. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing yourself into him, a small moan being exchanged, both of you pulling away for a moment to look at each other. To give each other a final chance to realize what you were doing and who you were doing it with.

Red heat crept onto both of your faces, your hands now tangling themselves into his hair, pulling him in again to avoid thinking about the meaning of what you guys were doing, not wanting to put your actions into question. You pulled gently at the hair within your grip, a muted moan vibrating against your lips as Bjorn now had both hands placed on your hips, sneaking under your long-sleeved shirt to touch the soft skin beneath. Goosebumps slowly climbed up your skin, a shiver creeping up your spine, as he switched positions so you were pressed against the small table, entrapping you with his body. His hands slid down the backs of your thighs as he lifted you gently and placed your bottom onto the wooden surface. Your legs opened up for him, letting him settle between them.

You pulled back this time, opening your eyes to look at his face. His lips were already red and swollen from the intensity of the kiss, and you couldn’t help but reach out and touch the tender flesh, watching his icy blue irises observe you, as you dragged your thumb down the middle of his lip, to his chin. A soft moan escaped into the air as his hands desperately searched for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it to the side.

“Oh my god.” He whispered, looking at your bare chest, your skin flushing beneath his gaze, holding back the instinct to cover yourself up. Your breathing escalated, and you felt the nerves begin to bundle and coil in your stomach. You did not know if this was a good situation, but you reassured yourself that you would take care of it in the morning. The cold air of the enclosed room hardened your nipples as Bjorn leaned towards you, his soft lips slowly kissing down your neck, with his rough, calloused hands running down your bareback. You could feel his teeth gently graze the skin of your collarbone, a small bite being felt, making you flinch in his hands at the sensation that crowded your consciousness, you could feel his lips form a small smirk against your skin, his eyes glancing at up at you briefly to witness the blush slowly invade your cheeks.

“You okay?” He asked, his hot breath sticking to the skin just above the mound of your breast, his eyes watching you closely for your reaction, trying to see if there was hesitance. His lips parted slightly, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive flesh, earning a soft sigh out of you.

“I’m okay.” You replied, “Are you okay?” Returning the same level of concern he had, as his lips took your pebbled nipple into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks to create a tense suction while the tip of his tongue collaborated with the pressure, a gasp emitting into the air. He pulled back for a moment, with a small pop.

“I’m on fire.” His voice was husky, his mouth returning to the same spot again, adding more saliva to the sensitive skin on your nipples, as your thighs enclosed around Bjorn’s hips, feeling the tenting in his shorts brush up against your core. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, as your brain focused on the sensations of his tongue, whilst also trying to find the bottom of his sweater with your hands. You tugged at the hem of the clothing, watching him pull off your nipple again to aid you in removing the top, throwing it to the side, and leaving him in his undershirt. Your eyes roamed over his exposed skin, now paying attention to the details you never noticed before, tracing the outline of the healed scars that glistened in the light, you assumed it was from the mines, knowing that the ricocheting rocks could give some pretty nasty scrapes. There was a pause, as the two of you exchanged momentary glances, before touching foreheads. He snaked his arms around you, pulling you up and off the desk, your legs wrapped around him out of instinct while he was making his way over to the small mattress. Your lips found his again, desire burning behind every action you took, feeling your back hit the bed, the mattress pillowing around you. His weight pressed down onto your body, his hands sliding down your bare torso, right to the tie of your pyjama pants, the two of you continuing to kiss hungrily, your teeth nibbling his bottom lip. He pulled away, holding himself up with one arm.

“Can I take them off?” He breathed, motioning to his hand on the tie. You nodded, lifting your hips off the bed so he could pull the pants down off your long legs, bunching them up and throwing them to the side, taking in the sight before him. His eyes roamed over the skin of your legs, smooth and unmarked, leading up to the green lacy underwear you wore, the last thing you had on. You felt his calloused fingers trace up your thigh, as you sat up taking his face into your hands, watching him close his eyes.

“Lay down.” You instructed, his eyelids fluttering open to meet your gaze, “But let’s take this off first.” You added, slipping the undershirt off his form, exposing more of his milky white skin, your hands running down his chest, feeling the thumping of his heart against your palm, your eyes glued to him as he listened to your instructions, laying on his back as you climbed on top of him, your legs straddling his waist, placing pressure on the tent that was formed in his shorts. He pushed his head back on the mattress, as his mouth slowly opened, his hands resting on your hips to press you down harder against the fabric adding friction to the area.

You could feel your arousal pool in your panties, as he dragged your hips forward and back against the outline of his cock. You can tell that he was well-endowed, which made you nervous. It wasn’t your first time having sex, but you had run into a dry spell, it had been a year and a half by this point - not that you were counting the days - and you feared that you possibly lost your touch. Now being aware of his size you had this innate desire to impress him, paying attention to the grip he had on your hips, feeling his fingers dig into your flesh with each movement. He looked up at you, lust filling behind the blue irises as he removed one hand from your waist, bringing his fingers up to his mouth, coating them in saliva, before sitting up, not wanting to stay on his back. His touch left a wet trail down your stomach, brimming the waistband of your underwear, silently asking to continue further. In desperation, your lips met his, wanting to be closer to him, hoping that this was a good enough answer for him to go on with what he was planning.

His hand slid under the waistband, feeling the wetness that was soaked into the cloth of your underwear, a light moan escaping his mouth. You pulled him closer to you, your hands roaming over his shoulder blades. He smiled against your lips, as his fingertips grazed over your clit, earning a sharp intake of breath from you that was a little louder than expected. He pulled back quickly, using his spare hand to cover your mouth.

“You need to be quiet.” He whispered, smirking at the way your face turned bright red, continuing to circle your clit in a slow and rhythmic motion. The wetness from his saliva allows for a smooth glide across the bundle of nerves, causing your hips to buckle slightly. Bjorn removed his hand from your mouth, placing it onto your breast, and giving it a rough squeeze. You closed your eyes tightly as his fingers continued working on both erogenous zones, synching them together so that when your hips ground against his hand his fingers squeezed your nipple. He leaned down, his mouth latching onto your free breast, sucking hard on the sensitive flesh, leaving a dark red mark, and moving to the other side to do the same.

Your brain was clouded, not knowing what to focus on, completely intoxicated by the attention Bjorn was giving you. You were surprised by how gentle he was when usually he carried himself like an unattentive jerk most of the time. His fingers suddenly stopped rubbing your clit, as his hand moved further into the slick wetness of your panties, dipping two fingers inside of you. Your mouth dropped open at the delicious stretch his thick digits provided, mentally reminding yourself not to make excessive noise. A small smile drew up on his swollen lips.

“God you’re so tight.” His words brushed against your lips, “I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” He added, smirking at the way your eyes closed at the words he said, curling his fingers inside you, moving them slowly to build up the tension that electrified all your senses. Through your short gasps for air one of your hands made its way down his chest, undoing his belt and throwing it to the side, ghosting your lips against his before slipping your hand beneath the waistband, finding his hard cock in an instant. You couldn’t see it, but the outline didn’t prepare you for the thickness and length that you were palming at the moment. Precum was already dripping from the head of his penis as you started stroking, spreading the warm stickiness along the shaft. Now, just like you, he was taking in short breaths, the rhythm of his fingers being thrown off at the touch of your hand.

“Do I need a c-condom?” He asked, already thinking ahead so there was no delay once all the layers were off.

“I…Implant.” You shuddered, trying to speak without your words getting caught in your throat, “Got it r-replaced a month ago.” His lips met the marked flesh of your breast, giving light kisses on the area.

“You want me to fill you with my cum? You wanna be leaking me all day long? Hm?” His voice vibrated against your skin, his mouth leaving another purpled bruise over your breast. The sheer thought caused your walls to flutter around his fingers, which encouraged him to continue his quickened pace. You could feel yourself getting to the point where your legs were beginning to twitch from the sensation he was causing you, your orgasm building inside your velvety walls. Bjorn took the opportunity and added another finger into you, stretching you out as much as possible, the sudden intrusion making your back arch into him. He took advantage of the moment of weakness and flipped you over, so now you were at his mercy, a yelp escaping your throat at the newfound pressure of his body on yours.

“Tell me what you want….” He said, his breath hitting the shell of your ear, his full puffy lips ghosting the skin so delicately. His body shuddered as you began to stroke him with a little more roughness

“I want…You.” Your voice was hoarse, almost cracking at the desperation, as your free hand took his bandana off his head, throwing it to the side so his hair could fall in front of his face. He hummed, pumping his fingers in and out a few more times before removing them, bringing his glistening digits up to his lips, sucking the juices off them like it was honey.

“You taste so sweet…S-so delicious.” He murmured, getting every last drop before moving off of you, your grip leaving his hardened member. He grabbed the blanket placing it at his waist before beckoning you to come join him under the covers. You removed your underwear, watching him shuffle beneath the blanket, assuming that he was removing his shorts, the last thing that was hindering the finality of what the both of you were going to do. You knew things were going to change after this, there was no denying that, and it was slowly dawning on you that you didn’t know how you were going to handle this in the morning. Are you and Bjorn going to suddenly become friendly, and allow the people around you to catch wind of what happened? Or are you going to keep it your little secret? You had no clue, and it currently wasn’t the right time to ask, so once again, you pushed the thoughts away, settling in under the covers with him, his skin touching yours, setting the area ablaze, as the electric heat rushed up your body.

You turned onto your side, mirroring the position he was in, allowing yourself to look at him, allowing the silence to come between the two of you. A small smile appeared on his lips, his hand reaching out to push a piece of hair out of your face. The two of you took a moment to breathe, almost like you were trying to emotionally sync together. He could sense you were thinking too hard, the cogs in your brain turning about what was going to happen after this, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment to have a long conversation about the future, it wasn’t the right time.

His hand caressed your cheek, as you brought your leg over his hip to close the small space you mindfully left between the two of you.

“Are you sure you want this?” Bjorn blurted out, he could see your eyes widen slightly, “I mean…I just don’t want you to wake up tomorrow morning hating me even more because we did this. I also don’t want to take advantage of our heart to heart…I just want to make sure…” He trailed off, looking at your lips turning up into a soft smile, your head shaking.

“I want this.” You replied, “And you’re not taking advantage of me, and I won’t hate you even more when we wake up.” You added, hoping that those confirmations were enough to give him the go ahead. He nodded, before his arm slid around your waist to pull you closer to him, planting a gentle kiss onto your lips, placing his weight forward so he can have you laying on your back.

He settled between your legs, holding your neck with his hand, giving it a taunting squeeze, as he adjusted to the position on top of you, feeling the wetness between your legs against him. He pulled back, letting his free hand grab his cock, giving it a few strokes to spread the precum over the length. You watched him do this with your lip caught between your teeth in anticipation, his body leaning closer to you to let the tip drag down your folds to find your entrance. His eyes met yours, wanting to look into them as he slowly thrusted into you. Your mouth dropped open, as his lips met yours to swallow the gasp that almost made its escape.

The warmth surrounded him, your walls taking him in willingly, the stretch making you breathless, and leaving you feeling full, even though he wasn’t close to bottoming out. His breath was heavy as he continued to push, feeling his hips buckle slightly from the pure heat that was running through him, that held him. He squeezed your neck gently, pulling back from your mouth, a small whimper leaving your throat, desperately wanting his lips to be back on yours.

”Y-You feel so good Bjorn.” You managed to say quietly, your voice sounding like you were on the brink of tears, your hands sliding up from his chest, all the way up his neck, to now lace through his hair, as you continued to feel him push into you gasping when he bottomed out right against your cervix, his hips meeting yours. The hand that was on your neck slid to your cheek.

”You need to try to be quiet.” He said, knowing that it might be no use, even he was struggling to hold back at this point. You nodded, pulling him back down so your lips can crash against his again, the sloppy wetness distracting you for a moment, as he pulled out, so just the tip remained in you, before burying himself into you again, your moans vibrating between the two of you, trying to keep the volume down as much as possible. Slowly Bjorn found his rhythm, allowing you to adjust fully to his size before he picked up the movements. His lips pulled away from yours, as he moved to the side of your neck, peppering wet kissing against the sensitive flesh, before blowing on the damp spots, the cooling sensation sending shivers up your spine.

”B-Bjorn…I-I…” You couldn’t get any words out, the way his hips continued to meet yours in an agonizing roughness was too much for you to even think. The pleasure coiled inside you with each movement, and it left you breathless, as Bjorn pulled back to look into your dazed eyes. He felt pride knowing how speechless you were, watching you gasp as he teasingly pulled out to the tip only for him to push harder back into you, letting himself graze your cervix to add to the pressure that was building inside you. Your walls fluttered around him, as your nails dragged down his back, causing him to shudder.

”You feel so good…So fucking good.” He breathed, moving back a little so he was sitting up slightly, to watch himself go in and out of you, his mouth forming an ‘o’ as his head tilted back, eyes closing. “If only you could see how good your pussy looks when it’s taking my cock. It’s like a fucking dream…You’re a fucking dream.” His hands dug into the skin of your hips, as he pushed himself in harder, the sound of skin slapping on skin now echoing through the small room. The back of your head pressed into the pillow, your back arching up, breasts perking, as your body began to grind into his thrusts, adding additional pressure against your g-spot. The slight shift in position allows you to feel the veins of his cock drag against your walls, leaving you breathless.

“Jesus Christ Bjorn, please…Harder.” You begged quietly, feeling the coil in your core begin to burn, the tension building with each movement he made. His eyes roamed over your body, as his hands brought your legs up onto his shoulders, a loud gasp escaping your throat.

“I want you to come on me. I want to feel your sweet little cunt tighten around my cock.” He stated, kissing your calf, as his fingers intertwined with yours, pushing your hands down to pin them on either side of your head. You writhed under him as his thrusts became sloppier, his hips grinding against yours as the both of you chased the release you craved. His right hand released yours as he wrapped it around your neck, digging gently into your pulse points adding just enough pressure to make you lightheaded, your hand coming up to hold his wrist. The tension finally snapped inside you as you cried out, your walls clenching around him, your body shuddering at the ecstacy that flowed through you. Your hooded eyes looked up at him, pleading, feeling him slide your legs off his shoulders so he can press his body against yours craving the intimacy of the position.

“Please Bjorn. Please cum in me.” You begged, his lips ghosting yours, his head nodding, as his hard thrusts began to falter, slowing slightly until he pushed deeper into you, the tip of his cock pressing right up against your cervix as he filled you up with his hot seed, a soft ‘ahh’ escaping his throat, his hips bucking against yours as he rode out his high. His cock twitched against your overly stimulated walls, making sure every last drop of his cum had settled into you before pulling out, and letting go of your neck with a sigh. He pressed a soft, satisfying kiss against your lips, rolling off of you soon after, landing on his back. You pulled the blanket up over your chest, looking down at the marks that he had left on the tops of your breasts, then looking at him, seeing the spent look on his face, a small smile painted on his reddened lips.

”That…That was fucking amazing.” He said, his hand reaching over to interlace your fingers together, head tilting to meet your eyes.

“We should get into fights more often.” You commented, causing the both of you to laugh.

“Maybe we could arrange that.”

[dollywheeler]

September 2nd, 1996

Dear diary,

Today the cheer team met up at Sandy's for the last pool party of the summer. Of course, it had to rain. It never rains as much in Hawkins as it does in the summer which makes no sense to me at all. Summer should be sunshine all the time.

We watched movies instead but we only had Sandy's collection and we've all watched those a million times already. I suggested quickly going to grab something from Family Video but they didn't mind rewatching Sixteen Candles for the millionth time. That movie freaks me out for some reason so Whitney and I went into the kitchen to make cupcakes instead.

They mostly talked through it, anyway, so I guess it didn't really matter in the end, but they loved our cupcakes and baking with Whitney is always a blast. We even managed to keep the kitchen clean this time.

After, Sandy showed us the routine she was working on to start us off with this year. It's really good but definitely more difficult than last year's. I have to work harder than ever before if I want to stand out and make Captain next year.

So, starting tomorrow, no more distractions.

I've already packed my bag and have my outfit picked out, so I can take it easy when my alarm goes off tomorrow. I'm going to miss quiet summer mornings.

Speaking of, it's getting late so I should probably go to sleep, but I can't stop thinking about tomorrow. I'm starting to regret not meeting Mike - at least I would have known what to expect. I don't know how I'm supposed to act when seeing him around school. People know he's my brother, so what are they expecting me to do? Be friendly? Ignore him?

How are siblings supposed to act?

I don't want to be weird in front of my friends, and I don't want them to think I'm a being a bitch to my brother for no reason, but I also can't pretend to know him.

Maybe I could change my name. Get my first name too so I'll be hitting two birds with one stone. I've always wanted to be a Melissa - ‘Missy’ sounds so much cuter than 'Holly'. Or maybe an April?

I'm getting silly so definitely need to go to sleep.

Love, Holly

[hollowsart]

ok here's that Spider-Man AU I came up with:

University AU, but with a twist + the origin of the AU itself (aka, what inspired it, at the very bottom of the post)

Peter is the freshman newbie and they're not actually trying to cause trouble, they're just really enthusiastic and enjoying life to its fullest before they graduate at the tops of their classes and as the heads of their fields.

shirtless frat bro energy Mysterio who will probably go hand to hand with Spider-Man despite not having super powers himself. wrap his arm around Peter and give him actually good solid advice while Peter is trying not to gag over Beck's hairy pits.

what if they want Peter to join their fraternity family and they're genuinely good people, but they keep giving Peter a friendly fight on the university's school grounds every breakfast, lunch, and dinner. the way he gets in is if he defeats all of them.

he's done that and they consider him an honorary member even tho he keeps rejecting them and just wanting to stick to his small clique.

but over time he can't deny he does enjoy their eccentric personalities and their energetic personalities are contagious. He does go to them to get help with his homework tho for his various classes so he can try to impress his crush(es)

I think Otto would secretly enjoy theater and watch Beck do his performances and even aid him in practice.

everyone would cheer on and praise Otto for his crazed inventions and even the mad creation of the Actuators

Max being a party guy.. his hair is like.. frosted tips and spiked up with his own static electricity

I think Max would probably have given himself electric powers when he was younger cuz of a crazy stupid stunt he pulled that backfired, BUT HE SURVIVED!!

he uses the electrical abilities as his little.. party trick. always does something with it to try and impress the ladies lol he isn't allowed in the pools tho. obvious reasons.

he ended a party early once and learned the hard way why he shouldn't get into the water when others are present. (no one died thankfully!)

Otto has the patience of a SAINT when it comes to helping out Rhino with his homework so he can join them when they graduate. he cares for his homeboys, wants to see them succeed.

Mysterio is a jack of all trades. he is an art student to the bone, but he tries to party and wrestle and be more like a jock than he actually is. probably accidentally huffed some paint and drank the paint water once while delusional from pulling an all-nighter to finish his project/assignment on time.

Chameleon & Kraven are transfer students from Russia and they're both unbelievably pompous and eccentric.

chameleon being the guy you go to if you want the highest quality fake IDs. he makes them himself

Flint is also an art student, but he does those pottery things. he does it on the side and tries to keep up with the sports teams of the university instead, trying to keep up a tougher facade, but he just really likes making pottery and sculptures. finds them relaxing and will stay late to make them. people think he stayed up partying even tho they don't remember seeing him at any parties on campus. they just make the assumption and he always plays along. he submits his works to the school under a false name that the school is aware of and have agreed to in order to keep his privacy.

Rhino keeps the secret, having discovered him one night. stumbling upon Flint spinning some clay and while being a bit tipsy, he just sits and watches. completely transfixed by the actions and effort.

They become the BEST of friends.

and Rhino, being much bigger than the others, will gladly protect and back up Flint

Screwball brought her entire gaming and live-streaming setup to the dorm room. brings her phone to the lectures and records herself or the professors/teachers.

she's def part of the news section and records all the fights Peter has with the Sinister Six fraternity

Kingpin is the one in charge of it. he owns the university. the head professor or whatever heck they're called.

Norman being the 2nd in command of the university. Harry does NOT get special treatment from his dad. but Norman DOES see promise in Peter and tries to bribe and coax him with free good grades/marks and more. Peter keeps denying the old man.

man gives him the creeps and he'd rather earn his good rewards with his hard work. it's more satisfying that way.

plus, he has the whole sinister six fraternity helping him out with all sorts of things. so it's fiiiinnee. he doesn't need Norman's help.

I firmly believe that by the end of the story, when everyone is graduating, Peter is definitely good friends with the Sinister Six and is really gonna miss them once the graduation ceremony is over.

all of them are gonna miss him too tbh

Also, here's the origin of this AU:

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[inferrnos]

i'm just working on drafts but would love to get some threads going with the muses under the cut (30+ muses) so like if you want a starter? probably based on a song !

son younghee / lee chung ah fc - contract divorcee. married a man when she was twenty one for a family deal without knowing she had been promised to the other family for fifteen years. had to stay married for that amount of time and bear an heir for the family, then was free to go back to her family with a hefty settlement. took the money and fled her hometown to start again on her own with the inheritence from her contract.  ( she / her, bisexual. )

orla moore / nicola coughlan fc. sweetest nursery teacher you could ever meet. always wanted kids but never met that person to grown a family with, so turned to her love as a career. the most loved nursery teacher at the school she works for and has been there for years with no real plans of moving on or leaving any time soon.   ( she / her, bisexual. ) 

jemma chisaka / rina sawayama fc. home & lifestyle blogger. got an itch to become a blogger at the height of beauty influencers on youtube, but wanted to do something a little bit different. after buying her first apartment, she documented the transformation into her dream place and it went viral somehow. known for her kitschy style, she’s now documenting her noew home that she bought recently. ( she / her, bisexual. ) 

archer cunningham - luke newton fc. happy-go-lucky breakfast tv host with a few scandals pooling around in his private life. on camera he’s a very bubbly and ‘innocent’ looking man whereas his personal life is far different. has to play the part to keep his role on the breakfast show he co-hosts but likes getting up to mischief when the cameras are not on.   ( he / him, heterosexual. ) 

kieran myung / wi hajoon fc. late night radio presenter. monday - friday midnight advice is the show that he has been doing for the last three years. felt like he was really making a difference for his small town somehow despite the advice he gives could be for per-petulant teenagers that couldn’t ask their parents.   ( he / him, heterosexual. ) 

marcus eze / damon idris fc. headstrong club owner. father has been in the business for a good twenty years and gifted marcus his first club to run the moment he turned twenty one. marcus himself as turned it into an empire, clubs opening up in every town near his original one. wasn’t sure how he grew his business but it helped that he learned everything from his father.   ( he / him, heterosexual. ) 

dakota oh / d.o fc, scam artist. in and out of crappy jobs all his teenage years just to scrape by and keep himself afloat. upon someone trying to scam him for money, elijah realised how easy it could be and how much better he could do it. turning to a fake psychic scam, elijah now is known as one of the ‘top’ in the game and has a team to help him pull it off from research to special effects while customers are in the room.   ( he / him, heterosexual. )

sebastian greenwood / jonathan bailey fc, family antique store owner. lost his father recently which meant he took over the family business and is just trying to figure his life out, despite being 30+. always made excuses for himself and why he never had a plan, but now has no choice but to be a business owner and figure out how to keep the family business a float.   ( he / him, heterosexual. ) 

leon diep / keshi fc, tattoo artist. the most requested artist in the shop he works in purely because he is so chatty and friendly. most people don’t think so when they first meet him, but completely opens up. life of the party and class clown.   ( he / him, heterosexual. ) 

colton im / byun baekhyun fc, club owner. im family were big in the club and bar scene, colton’s father getting him ready for the majority of his life to hand him a club to run in the family name. he was only twenty one when he was given the club, his father guiding him through everything to make sure it was successful. colton’s father always kept a watchful eye over him, despite him trusting him. he just wanted to make sure colton knew what he was doing but he knew he was always lingering.   ( he / him, heterosexual. ) 

[tentacledwizard]

Tumblr User tentacledwizard Reviews: National Treasure

[absolutely INEXCUSABLE longpost ahead. Im sorry for being a Nick Cage fan. Not really, though. Also, SPOILERS for the first National Treasure movie.

    Hey, everyone, it’s your favorite reviewer t-wiz. Back at it again, posting like 5 days after seeing the actual movie. I know everyone must have been dying of anticipation. Well, so was I. We’re all in the same boat. And that boat is called the Charlotte, which is where the secret lies. That’s right: the movie was National Treasure. So I may get a little overexcited in this review.

Let me set the scene. @cgtg hosted another moviy nite on Friday. This time, the movie was Ghost Town starring Ricky Gervais. …Nobody really enjoyed it. I was only there for the last 20 minutes, and it sure wasn’t as fun as Employee of the Month. So I suggested National Treasure, starring the inimitable Nicolas Cage. The fact that I have a “nick cage” tag on my blog should probably tell you some things. I find his current status fascinating, as his thespian commitment is oft-regarded with snickering. He was fairly restrained in this movie, but still did a good job. I have a bit of a history with this movie. I first put it on as payback for having to see 50 First Dates, and was pleasantly surprised (by, among other things, Riley Poole). So I’m happy I got to see it again for like the third time in one month.

PLOT:

National Treasure is the kid-friendly saga of Benjamin “Ben” Franklin Gates (Nicolas Cage), whose family has been consistently wrapped up in a quest for a stash of treasure. This treasure is a big deal. Pharaohs longed for it. This whole group called the Knights Templar were big Treasure Stash stans. A secret society called the Freemasons are also closely involved. Turns out many of the founding fathers were also Freemasons (I’m pretty sure this is actually true). So of course Kid Ben learns this from his grandpa in a spooky attic, but his dad (Jon Voight) is all “heck nah son, treasure is NOT where it’s at.” And he has a point! The search for the “National Treasure” has clue after clue after clue, and it requires Cage to make some truly insane leaps in logic (especially in the sequel. Yes I have seen both films). But it is consistently entertaining. Don’t worry, I won’t go through the entire plot because that would just be a synopsis. 

Okay. So we’ve set up a MacGuffin (the treasure) and Grandpa Gates has given us a clue (“the secret lies with Charlotte”). Time to fast-forward to the frozen North, where Nick Cage’s adult face appears in all its shining glory. So does his hairline. I’m a bit concerned- shouldn’t his face be covered up better? It must be freezing. Oh well. A Bri’ish chap named Ian (Sean Bean = oddly pleasing name) and a former cubicle worker named Riley (Justin Bartha) are also members of the expedition. They unearth a ship called the Charlotte, and inside is a clue that leads to the Declaration of Independence. Ian offers to “borrow” the Declaration. Ben, being a historian, is all “heck nah Ian, stealing important documents is NOT where it’s at.” Ian is all “A fair point, however, consider the following: Gun.” We get some tasty blue and orange color contrasts, the stunning revelation that the Brit was NOT to be trusted, and a badass explosion. 

After this, shit gets real. Well, it was real from the start. It simply snowballs in realness throughout the movie. Benjamin and the non-evil expedition member, Riley, take this issue to the FBI, among others. The FBI will also get involved later on in the movie. Ben meets Abigail Chase (Diane Kruger), who is the love interest by way of being blonde and also knowing stuff about American history. Truly a match made in the National Archives. She tries not to laugh at their outrageous story. He patronizes her coin collection. They part ways, sure to meet again.

After failing to convince anyone the Declaration is in danger, Nick, I mean Ben, decides to steal it before Ian’s team can. Turns out stealing important documents is where it’s at.

Resident smartguy Riley tries and fails to talk Ben out of it.

Hey, it’s an important clue, and it has some serious historical value, and Ian has to pay for his perfidy. It’s nice to see/hear Ben and Riley when they’re not obscured by a haze of ice, because Riley is amazing. More at ten. Thus begins DECLARATIONTHEFT 2004, aka Awesome Heist Sequence. I love this scene. We get to see the early-2000’s CGI in all its glory. We get to see Riley and Ben do their thing. (Ben’s thing is history and secret clues. Riley’s is techy stuff.) Also the scene transitions? If I knew a thing about camerawork, I probably wouldn’t even mention this. But hey.

Then the actual theft happens, and it’s pretty neat. Nick must go from National Archives employee to nerdy guy at a gala to, well, Declaration thief. Meanwhile, the British have weapons and they’re not afraid to use them. Kudos to Riley for being the guy in the chair. Double kudos to Abigail for having to put up with the thieves. Triple kudos to the giftshop lady for taking Visa.

Wow, this got long! This is what I get for summarizing the first part of the movie instead of ACTUALLY REVIEWING. Okay, here goes.

REVIEW:

National Treasure, as I’ve said, is important to me. Sure, it seems pretty formulaic, but it’s fun. I got this inexplicable glee out of seeing Nick Cage work out each impossible clue. He is operating on a level we cannot understand. Every little plot-relevant thing about American history I could remember was like a major win for me.

This is an action movie, not a rom-com, so it’s certainly less character-driven than, say, Employee of the Month. The characters tend to be more developed stock characters, so it’s pretty hit-or-miss. For instance, Abigail and Ian are the mandatory Blond Love Interest and British Bad Guy. There’s not much to say about either. However, the Disapproving Parent, FBI Man, and Guy in the Chair were unexpectedly great. Especially that last one. 

There are plenty of great scenes: heists, dungeon crawling, tomb raiding, Nick Cage talking. The soundtrack is also good: they’ll have the usual action-adventure track and then give us a sudden drum lick like it’s no big deal. Okay, I admit that this is a very silly movie. And I am probably very silly for writing so much about it. But so what, it’s entertaining. Certainly not as homoerotic as Employee of the Month, but after all this is kid-friendly. As long as you don’t really tear into whether the “treasure” stuff is plausible, this is great to watch! 

Not only that, but Nicolas Cage was great to watch. His performance was oddly hypnotic, just as in every other movie he’s ever been in. My father was roasting his appearance for the entire movie, but I won’t get into that whole can of whales. On to the characters part.

CHARACTERS:

Benjamin Franklin Gates (Nicolas Cage). Ben Gates is a dedicated treasure hunter and historian. He supplies a considerable amount of the movie’s intense autism vibes (perhaps I am projecting, considering how much I vibe with this). However, I don’t like how condescending he acts towards Abigail. If I hadn’t seen the sequel, I’d probably still be annoyed by this. Like she’s unwillingly in your getaway van, show her a little courtesy and stop telling her to shut up. I wish he didn’t have so much casual misogyny. :| As I’ve said, Nick Cage was oddly mesmerizing as he did things like splonk off bridges and steal sacred American documents. I cannot think of him as “kinda cute actually” the way I did of Dane Cook, but that’s definitely for the best. Everyone thinks I have a celebrity crush on Cage. They don’t UNDERSTAND. 

Uh. Sorry, got off track. So Ben’s character kind of captures the crux of Cageness, in a way. Nobody understands how important this quest is to him, and he has to go by “Paul Brown” to avoid being a laughingstock. Do I see parallels with how Nick Cage changed his name from Coppola to Cage? I mean, they are there, but I’m probably looking into it too much. Side note, I enjoyed Ben’s one brief display of raw hopelessness. It’s the sort of thing you chuckle at when it’s taken out of context, but so are many of Cage’s big movie moments.

Not much else to say about his role in this movie? Nick Cage certainly does “adventure hero” well. His most “Cagey” moment in both movies is absolutely when he faked a drunk argument with Abigail and then screamed “HAGGIS” at a Buckingham Palace guard. But here I am getting ahead of myself. The entire moviy nite group was surely gazing at Nicolas Cage’s hairline and aquiline nose for the entirety of the film. We basked in the sound of his soft ‘s’s and ‘t’s. We tried to parse his historical theories. Truly, his mind contains galaxies. Ben/Nick Cage operates on a whole other level than what we would believe.

(aaa look at him ok im done now)

And with that said, let’s move on to the other man of the hour. That’s right, Riley Poole (Justin Bartha). Man, I love this guy. What can I say, I’m a sucker for sarcastic guys in chairs. Bonus points for nerd glasses. Riley gets all of the points. He is a gem. I’m pretty sure there was a whole article on Medium about his character, so maybe check that out if you are genuinely interested in this thing I’m typing here? 

So yeah, Riley is very much the guy in the chair. He provides comic relief, but is also a genius in his own right. Unlike Ben, he never seems to act self-righteous about this. Riley has this great mix of sarcasm and sincerity, and he’s a good foil to Ben/Abigail’s historical ramblings. Autism king tbh. I enjoyed his occasional infodumps.

Riley is also 10/10 in the sequel. We see more of his self-sacrificial side and low self-worth. He’s intelligent and funny, but in the end he just doesn’t see himself as that important. Except he is! He makes things happen! Without him, Ben would never have gotten the Declaration. 

And that’s what makes Riley compelling to me. Yes, he is a silly nerd from a silly 2000’s action movie. But you just kind of want to let him know that he deserves better from Ben and everyone who dismisses him. Probably by shaking his shoulders and yelling in his face, since I’m not sure how else one would get it across.

All in all, Riley is our king. And that’s not all there is to say on the matter, but I think I covered most of it. Riley should consume some jams and jellies. He’s earned it.

Dr. Abigail Chase (Diane Kruger): The holy trio of autism is complete? She fills in the “blonde love interest” void, but she does have interests and a personality of her own. Abigail is an archivist at the National Archives, so she’s probably the most qualified to handle the Declaration of Independence.

 I, on the other hand, am not qualified to talk about Abigail. I don’t remember much about her, other than the fact I just stated. She’s pretty smart and helps on Ben’s insane treasure quest. She… collects campaign buttons as a hobby? She has an alleged German accent? Yeah, so she’s not a bad character but I don’t have much to say about her. At least not in this movie. A shame. I am glad that she recognizes Ben’s sense of entitlement for what it is, and their relationship over the two movies is reasonably entertaining. Her sibling relationship with Riley is 10/10 as well. So that’s Abigail. We love to see ladies who understand what’s going on!

Ian Howe (Sean Bean): Ah yes, Mandatory British Bad Guy. Now, Ian is a treacherous piece of shit. He has many allies, and is just as obsessed with the treasure as Ben. But where Ben, Riley, and Abigail solve clues based on historical facts, Ian just keeps tags on them and then uses brute force to get what he wants. This is shown particularly well in the Declarationtheft scene- Ben and Riley have this whole heist planned out, whereas Ian’s guys are like “GUN.” As I’ve said, Ian is treacherous. He gets antsy at even the most temporary alliance. He seems to know Ben pretty well, as they played poker in the past. I imagine the movie would have been more yaoiful if they’d had more scenes together.

Patrick Gates (Jon Voight): The dad. Like Riley, he is a foil to Ben’s treasure hunting stuff. Like pretty much everyone, he is also very competent and knows what’s going on. I liked his father-son relationship with Ben, and the way both of them make dubious bluffs in times of crisis. I have some stuff to say about his relationship with his ex-wife in the sequel, but this is a review of the first movie. So anyways, Patrick sees the search for what it probably is: a goose chase. He keeps it real!

Agent Peter Sadusky (Harvey Keitel): Now this is another wise guy. Sadusky is an FBI agent who’s seen it all. He wants to get the Declaration back, and he knows someone has to go to jail for stealing it. And who stole the Declaration??

(Epic scenes ensue.) 

Dead Guy: A casualty. Yeah, he DIES. It is so sad. We hardly knew him. Oh wait, we didn’t know him at all. Ever. Welp.

Money-Driven Child: I have no idea where Riley found or hired this kid but he is hilarious. I don’t even know who plays him. Whoever his actor is, I hope he is doing well and avoiding nefarious Brits.

Cashier: She takes Visa. It makes a pretty funny scene. 

 And that’s a wrap on National Treasure. This film is a national treasure. Great camera work and scene transitions, great action scenes, and an all-around awesome (and very 2000’s) film. I eagerly anticipate the next moviy nite, as it may feature the actor for Jorge (EOTM.) If you made it this far, thank you for reading and I’ll see you approximately Friday. Long live Nicolas Cage.

[ladylooch]

Letters in Your Last Name- Chapter 2

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Avoiding Kevin Fiala has proven to be a big problem considering his close involvement with my brother and their team. I swear, I’m doing my best, but the guy seems to be everywhere! Every hallway, every parking area, every family lounge. It’s like he’s casually hovering around, tempting and taunting me to dip my feet into the warm, delicious pool of his brown eyes.

We are attending the annual Strike It Wild event that benefits the Minnesota Wild Foundation as well as the local children’s hospital. I’m here with Alex, Felicia and the kids, helping wrangle both Sawyer and Serena while their parents tend to their community service work. I always love attending events like these and interacting with the Wild fans. It’s an event filled with good purpose, good trash talking, and now, good looking hockey players.

Kevin is at a lane two down from us with Ryan Hartman, Jason Zucker, and Ryan Donato, who is also new to the team via a trade. They boys are laughing with a couple fans in their red and black bowling shirts, handing out autographs and smiling for pictures as requested. My eyes linger on Kevin, smiling as he hands a little girl back her jersey after her mom snapped a few pictures. He laughs at something the little girl says and his eyes slide my direction. Our eyes hold, the electricity pulsing between us like it did a week ago in my brother’s kitchen. His smile gets larger and he waves a hand in my direction. I give my head a slight nod in acknowledgement back. That is friendly but not too friendly right?

“Auntie Sam! It’s your turn!” Sawyer yells at me, exasperated at my inattention to the game. I pull my gaze from Kevin’s and glance at the screen. I’m going to need a Hail Mary if I’m going to come back from all the gutters I rolled the first two frames.

“Shit.” I mutter under my breath as my latest attempt skipped its way right into the gutter. Bowling clearly is not my calling in life.

“You’re not very good at this.” Sawyer points out to me. I let out an offended scoff.

“Hey! I don’t get bumpers like you two.” I insist to him.

“Sawyer, be kind to your auntie. She didn’t get the gift of athletics in this family.” Alex gives me a grin as he approaches, taking a break from talking to fans to check on us.

“Um, pretty sure both of us were all-conference in high school. Unlike our older brother.” I roll my eyes at him. I played hockey through high school and was considered to be one of the best in our program. I had a couple offers to join division III schools, but my heart wanted to be a Gopher and I certainly wasn’t good enough to play on the power house team at the U. “So if anyone is missing the athletic promise it’s him.”

“True, I guess you just suck at bowling.” Alex shrugs, looking over his kids. “Serena, eat some more of your dinner.” He points to her Kraft Mac and Cheese. Serena glowers at him and picks up her spoon, taking a bite of a single noodle. “Lord help me.” Alex mutters under his breath to me.

“Are you going to be here for a minute? I need to run to the bathroom.” I tell him

“Yeah, go ahead.” Alex waves me away and takes my seat with his kids.

I grab a sip of my water then make my way down to the bathroom, which just so happens to be by a certain, new member of the Wild team. As I walk, I can feel his eyes on me and a small smile tilts my lips. When I come out of the bathroom a few minutes later, I’m not surprised to see that Kevin has gravitated up to the area above the bowling alleys, casually leaning against the counter with a glass of water in front of him. I can’t help myself as I walk closer to him. There is this feeling of almost a gravitational pull to him. Even if I wanted to walk by him, I couldn’t. Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself is the case.

“Woof. You should stick to hockey.” I laugh as I get closer to Kevin where I can see his score. It’s the 8th frame and he has more dashes than numbers.

“Hey, I’m working on a new spin with the ball.” He objects to my comment.

“It’s not working.” I tell him honestly, running my teeth over my bottom lip.

“Okay. What’s your score down there, bowling champ?” He asks, nodding his head in the direction of our lane.

“I am not a professional athlete.” I insist, hoping he can’t see my score from here.

“Uh huh.” He responds, scrunching his nose at me while nodding. “You know what they say about glass houses.”

“They bowl strikes?” I ask, tilting my head at him with a wide grin. I know I’m flirting with him and I should definitely stop, but I can’t help myself. He calls me to him and flirting is just the natural reaction to this feeling.

“Kev, it’s your turn.” Ryan Hartman tells him, motioning for Kevin to grab a ball and bowl his turn.

“I should get back anyway.” I say, stepping backwards towards where Alex is watching us.

“You’re intimidated. I get it.” He shrugs innocently at me.

“Hardly, FiFi.” I tease him before turning around. My eyes meet my brother’s briefly before darting away quickly. I internally insist that I’m not guilty of anything, but the back of my neck tightens as I rejoin the family.

“Sam.” Alex says in a warning tone.

“What? I’m not allowed to talk to him?” I ask, rolling my eyes. “You’re such a butt.”

“I have no problem with you talking to him.” He bends closer to me and says in a low voice so only I can hear him. Felicia watches us as she secures the lid to Serena’s water bottle. She looks a bit amused and I furrow my brows at her. “What you were doing was not just talking. Next time, don’t flip your hair and bat your lashes at him and maybe I won’t notice.”

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” I glare at him.

“Why can’t you listen and do what’s good for you?” He shoots back . He straightens and walks to the table where Sawyer is, giving his son a loving rub on his head before greeting a group of fans that approach from the left. I watch as Alex grins warmly, giving the little boy in the group a high five. I cross my arms tightly across my chest and huff out an angry sigh. Felicia lets out a low chuckle.

“This will be fun.” She announces, saluting her beer in my direction. “He is pretty hot.” She points the top of the bottle in Kevin’s direction. “And he hasn’t stopped watching you since you got here.”

“I’m not biting at that.” I insist, turning away from her and glancing at the direction of the bar. I need a damn drink.

“Sure you’re not.” She nods her head sarcastically at me.

“You and Alex are perfect together.” I say snidely.

“Hey, I’m on your side.” She insists.

“Well, can you get him on my side?” I ask her, “Because that man is something fiercely fine and I think I deserve a little bit of Swiss chocolate in my life.” She tilts her head back and lets out a hearty laugh.

“Some rich, Swiss chocolate.” We giggle together.

“He could be poor as dirt and I’d still sit on that face.” My voice has gotten low so the kids don’t hear, not that they would understand anyway.

“Amen.” She toasts to me with her beer, reminding me that I still need that damn drink. “As for your brother, you know he is a free spirit. I’m sure he would get over it if things were to happen by accident.” She shrugs her shoulders innocently.

“I’ll be back. Let Alex know I’ll be at the bar if he still wants to stalk me.”

I glide up the stairs and back across the bowling alley where the bar is located. I glance briefly in Kevin’s direction, where it’s his turn to bowl. I watch as he winds up and releases the ball where it instantly spins tightly to the right and into the gutter. I can hear Ryan’s laugh meet my ears as the boys heckle him in response. I grab a seat at the bar so the bartender can see me. I tell her I’d like a Vodka soda, heavy on the vodka. She grins knowingly and walks away to fulfill my request. In a minute, she places the drink in front of me along with the bill. I reach for my purse, searching through for my wallet. As I pull it out, a hand with a $20 bill extends in front of me, sliding that and the white paper across the bar.

“Keep the change.” Kevin tells her. She gives him a big smile and a wink in response before she is off to her next customer. “So, what’s your drink of choice?” He tilts his head as he studies me, just like he did the night we first met.

“Vodka soda. But heavy on the vodka.”

“Wow, that accent.” Kevin laughs at the hard O in Soda.

“You’re one to talk!” I laugh, shoving at his shoulder instinctively. My hand tingles from the warmth of his body and I curl my fingers tightly together to hold onto the feeling for a moment longer.

“I have an excuse. English is not my first language. Not sure what yours is.” He smirks as he sits in the seat next to me. It takes everything in me to not look around in guilt to see if Alex is actually watching me like I said to Felicia.

“I blame… my parents.” I shrug with a laugh. “They choose to live here with the heavily accented vowels.”

“I will give that to you, but only because I like you.” The way he says it has this weight and confidence to it.

“How can you like me? You don’t even know me.” I tell him, glancing over my shoulder and noting Alex is nowhere to be seen.

“We should change that.”

“Not interested.” I shrug

“That’s a lie.” He calls me out immediately.

“How would you know?”

“Because you’re still here talking with me when there’s a whole group of people you should be getting back to.” I stare at him silently, contemplating his words. I surrender with a nod and stir my drink slowly.

“How are you liking Minnesota so far?” I ask, changing the subject from what I want or what he likes.

“It’s good- a lot colder than Nashville. It reminds me of being back in Sweden.”

“I like that we have such a cold winter. It allows us to truly appreciate the other seasons we have. And it makes us tough.”

“I believe that.” He laughs. The waitress comes back over and asks if Kevin wants anything. He graciously requests a water. He doesn’t speak again until she has placed his glass there and left again. “So, maybe you can help me. We have a couple days off this next week and I need recommendations of things I can do. I want to get out and explore more.”

“Okay.. well are you going out places by yourself or with someone else?” I wonder.

“Hopefully with someone else.” He stares into my eyes without pause. “Where should I take a Minnesotan to impress them?” I turn away as a slight blush dusts my cheeks. Good lord, I don’t know how much longer I can hold him off. I should really get back to our lane.

“Okay… Um. Well, you definitely do not want to take them to the Mall of America.”

“Why not? Isn’t it one of the largest malls in the world?”

“Yeah. Except Minnesotans don’t go there by choice. They only go there when people from out of town are visiting.”

“Okay, not the mall. What else?”

“You could go to a Minnesota Gopher hockey game. That’s our largest University in the state. They’re good.”

“Is that where Alex played?” He asks, noting that Alex regularly wears Maroon and Gold hockey clothing.

“No.. well, the two schools are connected. Down here, it’s the University of Minnesota- Twin Cities. Alex played at the University of Minnesota- Duluth. It’s an extension of the greater University channel. But, please ask him that when you see him next. He will go into a twenty minute tirade of why the Bulldogs are better than the Gophers. He’s wrong.” I shrug.

“I sense that you were a Gopher.” He gives me a grin. “I think a Bulldog sounds tougher than a rodent?”

“Watch yourself, Fiala.” I warn him. He holds his hands up in surrender.

“A game might be fun. But for a first date it might be better if it’s more intimate.”

“Kevin.” I say warningly. His smile turns smug and he leans in a bit closer to me.

“I’m thinking a restaurant would be best. What is your favorite kind of food, ya Minnesotan?”

“Um, the good kind.” I shrug. “I’m not super picky. I won’t eat chicken feet or anything, but trying new things is fun.”

“Okay, what is the typical meal like here? In Nashville it was fried chicken, spice, and Macaroni and cheese.”

“We have those things here too. In the winter, Chicken Wild Rice Soup is popular. Or anything that involves throwing a bunch of ingredients into a casserole dish and calling it a Hot Dish.”

“What?” He asks, his nose scrunching in confusion.

“Trust me. It’s good. I make a really good Tater Tot Hot Dish.”

“Are you joking with me?” He asks. “That can’t be a real thing?”

“Yes! It absolutely is! I’ll make it for you and-” I cut myself off and remember the warning of Alex. Here I am, blatantly forgetting about what my brother said at an event that said brother is at.

“I’d like that.” His voice has turned into a murmur and he seemingly isn’t noticing this internal battle within me. When he says that, I realize that I want that to. I want to stay here. I want to keep this sarcastic battle of wit going between us. He compels and flatters me unlike anyone else.

“Oh! I know! Have you had a Juicy Lucy yet?” I ask him excitedly. He shakes his head no. “You need to try it! It’s a hamburger stuffed with melted cheese. It was created here in Minnesota. There are two restaurants that fight over who created it first and you’ll have to try them both to help us Minnesotans decide which one is truly the best. Matt’s Bar and 5-8 Club. Both are relatively close to the X.”

“That does sound pretty good. We should go together though. An outsider like me should be shown around properly by a local.” He smirks at me.

“I’m sure one of the other Minnesota players on the team would take you.” I say, breaking eye contact and glancing at the bowling lanes behind him.

“I’m not interested in going with them.” He tells me straight up. “Come on, I promise I keep my hands to myself on the first date.”

“Yeah, you look like a guy who does.” He shakes his head, laughing and folding his hands together.

“How about for you I will? Since you’re my teammates’ sister. All bets are off for the second date though.”

“Oh, there is already a second date?” I joke with him, rubbing at the condensation on my glass.

“Well yeah, we can’t eat two cheese stuffed burgers in one night. Or maybe you can.” He shrugs. “We can eat salads for our third date though to make up for the other two.” I giggle at his forwardness.

I take in his features and feel the buzzing of the connection between us. The conversation is free and easy. I’m reminded why I was so pulled to him the first night we met; I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never felt an instant connection to someone I barely know. What I do know for sure is that I want to keep having this feeling. The buzzing and intoxication of his eyes on me has me drunk on lust.

“Okay.” I finally say, trying to control my face so it doesn’t break into a huge smile. “I’m free tomorrow night.” I tell him, knowing that Alex and Felicia will be out on their annual stay over, date night in Stillwater. The Stalock kids will be at my parents for a sleepover. The coast should be clear for us. "But only if we agree this is a friend showing a friend around his new city. We are… friend dating.” I finish confidently like I’m not secretly hoping he will end up in my pants.

“Is there such a thing?” He tilts his head in response.

“Definitely.” I insist.

“Hmm, okay. Well, we can pretend it’s a just friends thing if that’s what you need to do.”

“Wow, you are just so confident that I’m into you, Mr. 2nd and 3rd date guy.” I give him an incredulous look, watching as he grabs my unlocked phone from the bar, navigating to contacts and typing in his number for me. I watch as he opens a new message and sends the purple, smiley devil emoji to me before sliding the phone back across the bar to me.

“Aren’t you?” He challenges me playfully. His face is so close that I could easily reach out and pull him in. His smile is easy, his brown eyes glinting with mischief. The defined lines of his jaw tempt me to place my lips there just to see what he tastes like.

“Depends.” I respond casually, angling my head and narrowing my eyes slightly. “On what burger place you like best.” I finish with a coy smile. He leans in even closer, to the point that if I leaned forward a few inches, our lips would rest perfectly together. His eyes drop to my lips for a moment before his lips tilt into his ever present smirk.

“I’ll pick you up at 7.”

[winsoongi]

Tell us about. Ur OCs

Pls

HI THANK YOU ILY

i have a lot of ocs! they are all professional gamers that play Fantasy Overwatch in FOWL (Fantasy Overwatch League) and the vast majority started out as joke ocs that i ended up getting really attached to. some are characters in the webcomic im currently developing called Ad Terra (which i talk about a little bit here) and some are in the same universe but unrelated to that story. there's way too many to talk about here and also i dont want to spoil too much about that story, but i can tell you about the main trio of ad terra (under a cut bc itll get long)

First up is nyangi, real name Jeon Hyeon-je! He's a flex dps who busted onto the early scene with his flashy Farah (Fantasy Pharah) play... and fell out of the spotlight just as quickly due to his limited hero pool and a lot of inter-team drama. Now 18, nyangi's been a professional ever since he was a young teenager. he's very attached to his teammates, especially those he's played with since the beginning, and considers them as much of a family as his bio family (even if his teammates don't necessarily feel the same). He loves mind games (he’s not as good at them as he thinks) and chose his tag because he assumed it would give him a tactical advantage in ranked by angering gamers on the enemy team. nyangi is an aries (with all that entails) and his blood type is AB! if i had to give him a pokemon partner, it'd be a mimikyu, but his starter would be a shiny litten. Another fun fact is that Hyeon-je is a homophone for "now/the present/at current" in korean, which is so other characters can make him mad with really bad puns.

Next is PRinCe, real name Lee Seon-jin! He's a flex tank (FOWL takes place in 2018 when that role actually meant something) with insane mechanical skills. While he's the same age (but a few months older) as nyangi and has been in the scene just as long, he's a polarizing figure due to his original team-- Beatsports Green. BsG was one of the most promising teams coming into the scene, but was dissolved after it came out that the players were supplementing their salaries by boosting. While PRinCe was never directly implicated, he still ended up having to play on mostly NA and AUS teams and moved to the US to do so at 16. He’s bounced around a lot and has a massive chip on his shoulder, but he knows just about everyone and is friendly with most. PRinCe is a Capricorn and his blood type is O. His starter is also a litten, but his partner mon is a crobat. One fun fact is that... he’s the hardest character for me to draw :pensive:

Third is Roadster, real name Park Seong-mo! He’s also a flex dps, but with an ever-deepening hero pool. He came onto the scene about a year later than his same-ages buddies nyangi and PRinCe. While he’s an absolute beast in scrims and in online play, he’s... not as good when he has to play in front of a crowd. For that reason, he’s usually benched, but his coaches and teammates fight to keep him on the team because he has serious promise... if he could ever get over his stage fright. Roadster is deeply grateful to all of his teammates for this, and especially to nyangi and veteran Seung-soo “SPLINTER” Yoon, who often go out of their ways to help him get more comfortable. While not the most mechanically gifted player, Roadster’s gamesense is unmatched, so much so that he could easily go into coaching, but he’s determined to make it on the big stage before he decides to stay behind the scenes. He’s a Pisces and his blood type is also AB. Roadster’s starter pokemon would be an Oshawott, and his partner mon would be a togetic! One fun fact is that his original tag when i created him was balta, but i quickly realized that means something like “walk by foot” in korean which is not the vibe i wanted. he’s also the character that’s grown the most on me over time

ok this is getting too long and i have to do stuff but other characters i love and would love to talk about more at another time are pestle LXVIZ judy and judie. and also fleck my friend fleck. thank you again for asking i love talking abt these guys

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Dan Technologies: How Does It Redefine Swimming Pool Construction in Delhi?

When it comes to swimming pool construction in Delhi, Dan Technologies has emerged as a trailblazer. Known for its cutting-edge designs, impeccable craftsmanship, and customer-centric approach, the company has redefined how pools are designed, built, and maintained. If you’re searching for the perfect partner to create a pool that reflects luxury and functionality, Dan Technologies is your answer.

Innovative Pool Designs That Set Trends

Dan Technologies combines creativity with engineering excellence to craft swimming pools that stand out. Whether it’s a residential pool, a rooftop infinity pool, or a large commercial swimming area, they ensure that each project is tailored to suit the client’s vision. By incorporating modern trends like glass walls, waterfalls, and LED lighting, Dan Technologies creates pools that are visually stunning and highly functional.

Advanced Construction Techniques

Swimming pool construction requires technical expertise and precise execution, and Dan Technologies delivers on both fronts. Using state-of-the-art construction methods and premium materials, they ensure pools are durable and meet international standards. Their expertise includes:

- Structural stability for long-lasting performance. - Innovative waterproofing techniques to prevent leaks. - Eco-friendly systems like energy-efficient pumps and filters.

This commitment to quality makes Dan Technologies a trusted name in swimming pool construction

Comprehensive Services for Every Stage

Dan Technologies doesn’t just build pools; they offer a complete suite of services to simplify the entire process for their clients. These services include: Consultation and Design: Personalized planning to align with your space and preferences. Construction and Installation: Timely execution with attention to detail. -Maintenance and Upgrades: Keeping your pool in pristine condition with ongoing care.

This end-to-end approach ensures a hassle-free experience for clients.

Why Choose Dan Technologies for Swimming Pool Construction?**

1. Proven Expertise: Years of experience in delivering top-quality pools. 2. Customization: Unique designs tailored to client needs. 3. Modern Solutions: Use of innovative features and eco-friendly options. 4. Customer Satisfaction: A dedicated team ensuring flawless execution.

Transforming Outdoor Spaces in Delhi

As a leader in swimming pool construction, Dan Technologies goes beyond building pools — they create spaces where families, friends, and communities can unwind and make memories. Their work exemplifies luxury and innovation, making them the go-to choice in Delhi and beyond.

If you’re ready to bring your dream pool to life, trust Dan Technologies to deliver excellence every step of the way.

Contact Dan Technologies Today

Looking for the best in swimming pool construction? Reach out to Dan Technologies to start your journey toward owning a spectacular pool that combines aesthetics, technology, and durability.

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Transforming Outdoor Spaces: Best Luxury Pool Designer in Saint Jean Cap Ferrat

Saint Jean Cap Ferrat, a picturesque gem on the French Riviera, is synonymous with luxury and elegance. Amidst its stunning villas and serene landscapes, the demand for exceptional outdoor spaces has surged, and nothing elevates a property like a bespoke luxury pool. At the forefront of this transformation is JA Architecture, renowned as the Best Luxury Pool Designer in Saint Jean Cap Ferrat.

Best Luxury Pool Designer in Saint Jean Cap Ferrat

Creating a luxury pool in Saint Jean Cap Ferrat is more than a design project—it’s an art form. With breathtaking views of the Mediterranean and the prestige associated with the area, every pool must reflect sophistication, functionality, and harmony with its surroundings. JA Architecture has mastered this craft, offering tailored solutions that blend contemporary designs with timeless elegance.

As the leading luxury pool designer, JA Architecture specializes in crafting pools that are both visually stunning and technically advanced. Whether it’s an infinity-edge pool that seamlessly merges with the sea or a resort-style retreat surrounded by lush greenery, their designs are a testament to innovation and quality.

Why Choose JA Architecture?

Tailored Designs for Unique PropertiesEach property in Saint Jean Cap Ferrat is unique, requiring a bespoke approach to pool design. JA Architecture collaborates closely with clients, ensuring that their pools reflect their vision while enhancing the property’s overall aesthetic. From minimalist designs to grand, opulent pools, the possibilities are endless.

Commitment to ExcellenceAttention to detail is at the heart of JA Architecture’s work. Using only premium materials and cutting-edge construction techniques, they ensure every pool is built to last. Their expertise extends beyond aesthetics, prioritizing safety, durability, and seamless integration into the property’s architecture.

Sustainable and Innovative SolutionsModern luxury pool design is about more than just appearance; sustainability is a growing priority. JA Architecture incorporates eco-friendly solutions like energy-efficient filtration systems and solar heating, ensuring clients enjoy their pools while reducing environmental impact.

End-to-End ServicesFrom conceptualization to completion, JA Architecture provides comprehensive services. Their team manages every aspect of the project, including design, construction, landscaping, and maintenance, guaranteeing a stress-free experience for their clients.

Elevating the Art of Outdoor Living

The allure of Saint Jean Cap Ferrat lies in its blend of natural beauty and luxury living. A well-designed pool transforms outdoor spaces into private sanctuaries, perfect for relaxation and entertaining. JA Architecture enhances these experiences by creating pools that become the centerpiece of a property, offering both style and functionality.

Whether you envision a sleek infinity pool overlooking the azure waters or a family-friendly oasis with custom features, JA Architecture can bring your dream to life. Their commitment to innovation and artistry has solidified their reputation as the Best Luxury Pool Designer in Saint Jean Cap Ferrat.

Contact JA Architecture

For those seeking to enhance their property with a luxury pool, JA Architecture offers unparalleled expertise and a passion for excellence. Discover their portfolio and learn more about their services by visiting their official project page.

Transform your outdoor space into a masterpiece and experience the pinnacle of luxury with JA Architecture—the trusted name for exceptional pool design in Saint Jean Cap Ferrat.

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Lonavala’s Top 5 Winter Villas for the Perfect Retreat

Introduction: 

Now that winter has here, there will be crisp air, foggy mornings, and a hint of festive sparkle everywhere you turn. Lonavala is calling your name if you’re prepared to give up the bustle and noise of the city for a more tranquil environment. After months of intense heat, all you can think about are rolling green hills, the comforting hum of nature, and all the fresh air you can breathe. It’s the ideal time to get together with loved ones, friends, or even your team for a much-needed getaway that is both rejuvenating and soothing.

Nothing compares to the enchantment of partying in a private house nestled in the hills, even though the downtown streets are illuminated for the holidays.

The Rentalgram has the ideal locations to add a unique touch to this winter getaway. A variety of luxury villas in Lonavala with pool are available for every type of group, including large family reunions, friend reunions, and team offsites. Homestays in Lonavala are prepared to provide the ideal atmosphere for a winter vacation full of laughter, positive energy, and memories that will last a lifetime.    Lonavala Budget-Friendly Bungalow You may be on a tight budget after crossing off a trip on your annual travel list and are searching for a reasonably priced winter getaway without sacrificing comfort. Pool Villa 36 has the solution. With views of the picturesque hills of Lonavala and a private open-to-sky pool, this comfortable five-bedroom home provides an affordable getaway.

For parties that wish to enjoy Lonavala’s peace and beauty without going over budget, it’s perfect. With roomy rooms, cozy furnishings, and the ideal balance of elegance and practicality, these bungalows in Lonavala were created with comfort and leisure in mind. This villa is the ideal place to relax; it provides the kind of getaway that allows you to rejuvenate while taking in the majesty of winter.

Luxurious Villas for Business Offsites in Lonavala Now, planners and team leads, it’s that time of year! There’s no greater reason for a revitalizing team retreat than now that winter has arrived and the job grind has been relentless. For the most inspiring offsite of the year, take your whole team away from the typical office bustle and land in the verdant hills of Lonavala, where cool breezes, foggy mornings, and opulent comfort set the tone. The Earth Song and Pool Villa Meadows Nest on The Rentalgram have everything you need to make your business getaway a memorable one if you want to combine work and play.    The Earth Song provides a cozy, opulent haven that is equal parts calm and fashionable for groups wishing to break away from the norm and enter a more motivating setting. The goal of this seven-bedroom luxury home in Lonavala, which is surrounded by the verdant rolling hills, is to provide a comfortable and productive space for groups who need to collaborate and be creative. A welcome change from the typical offsite environment, the villa’s earthy hues and elegant interior design provide a cozy, laid-back atmosphere.

A private entertainment parlor with carrom, foosball, table tennis, and a projector adds a playful touch to the retreat, while a spacious, open living area inside is ideal for brainstorming sessions or group gatherings. The private infinity pool calls after a long day of concentrated work; it’s the perfect place to relax with the team and take in Lonavala’s breathtaking scenery.

Here, meals are also unique. With a chef on staff, every meal — whether it’s a fusion feast or traditional Maharashtrian fare — feels like a celebration. The terrace is the place to be for evening gatherings, where sunset views add a touch of magic to every conversation, while the outdoor dining area provides a picturesque setting for sharing a meal and unwinding.   Pool Villa Meadows Nest is the best option for big gatherings or teams. With two private pools, huge outside patios, and plenty of welcoming common areas, this spacious 12-bedroom estate can host up to 40 guests. Meadows Nest is the ideal setting for an offsite that strikes a mix between work and play, whether it’s team-building exercises, informal conversations by the fire, or lounging by the pool. 

It is a wonderful refuge for teams wishing to revitalize together because of its spacious layout and breathtaking surroundings. With the combination of comfort, innovation, and nature, these private pool villa in Lonavala guarantee a corporate offsite that will leave your team feeling rejuvenated and ready to tackle the coming year. 

Our Top-Rated Pool Villa in Lonavala   This is a year-round favorite of ours, and you won’t want to miss it on Pool Villa 9, which is one of our most well-liked options for good reason! This magnificent home creates a memorable winter getaway by fusing the finest of Lonavala’s natural beauty with opulent comforts. The large interiors make it perfect for groups, and the private pool encourages you to unwind and rejuvenate.

Pool Villa 9 provides everything you need to make your winter special, whether you’re organizing a fun holiday celebration, a family vacation, or a weekend with friends. This home is well-known for its lovely location and welcoming charm, making it a must-see this season.

A luxurious villa in Lonavala with all the amenities   The greatest has been saved until last. With warmth, charm, and entertainment all under one roof, Marvell Villa is our gem in Lonavala and will make your holiday get-together genuinely unforgettable. This four-bedroom hideaway offers plenty of seclusion and the space you need for warm family times. Everyone may relax in the roomy living areas, private pool, and beautiful gazebo.

Whether you’re sharing stories by the pool, cooking together, or just taking in the tranquil atmosphere, the chic interior design and cozy layout make it simple to unwind and re-establish a connection. Marvell Villa is the ideal setting for establishing new family customs and savoring the happiness of spending time together.

Are you prepared to create a memorable winter season? Lonavala is more than simply a vacation with The Rentalgram’s carefully chosen villas; it’s a full-on experience that unites teams, families, and friends in settings created to make every moment special. There is something for everyone and every budget, from the comfortable charm of Pool Villa 36 to the business-friendly, eco-inspired hideaways of The Earth Song and Pool Villa Meadows Nest.

This winter, swap up the routine for something unique. Gather your people, pack your luggage, and let the Lonavala hills provide the ideal atmosphere for relaxation, camaraderie, and laughing. With all the positive energy and heartfelt memories you’ll take into the new year, let’s make this season one to remember.

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Farm House in Delhi for Sale: Combining Modern Living with Natural Beauty

The dream of owning a farm house is becoming increasingly popular among city dwellers who crave a balance between urban convenience and the serenity of nature. Delhi, being the capital of India, is a prime location where modern living meets natural beauty. If you’re looking for a farm house in Delhi for sale, you’ll be pleased to know there are excellent opportunities that combine luxury, comfort, and the tranquility of greenery. With the expertise of reputed real estate agents like DLC Group, finding your dream farm house has never been easier.

Why Choose a Farm House in Delhi?

Delhi, known for its vibrant culture and bustling economy, is also home to some of the most beautiful farm house properties. These houses are perfect for people looking to escape the city's chaos without moving too far from essential amenities. Here are some reasons why investing in a farm house in Delhi is a great idea:

Prime Location Many farm houses in Delhi are located in serene areas such as Chattarpur, Mehrauli, and Bijwasan, which are well-connected to the city center. These locations provide the perfect mix of urban accessibility and rural peace.

Luxury Living Farm houses in Delhi are often equipped with modern amenities such as swimming pools, landscaped gardens, spacious interiors, and high-end furnishings, making them ideal for a luxurious lifestyle.

Proximity to Nature Unlike apartments and city homes, farm houses provide a large open space surrounded by greenery. This is perfect for people who love nature and wish to spend time outdoors.

Investment Potential Real estate in Delhi has always been a lucrative investment option. A farm house not only offers immediate comfort but also serves as a long-term asset with high appreciation potential.

Features of Farm Houses in Delhi

Farm houses in Delhi are designed to offer a blend of comfort, style, and sustainability. Some of the common features include:

Spacious Plots: Farm houses often sit on expansive plots, ranging from 1 to 5 acres or more, giving you plenty of space for gardening, outdoor activities, or even farming.

Modern Architecture: These properties combine traditional charm with contemporary designs, featuring open layouts, large windows, and state-of-the-art facilities.

Eco-Friendly Living: Many farm houses are built using sustainable materials and are equipped with rainwater harvesting systems, solar panels, and organic gardens.

Security and Privacy: Most farm houses are located in gated communities or have private security arrangements, ensuring peace of mind for homeowners.

The Role of DLC Group in Finding Your Dream Farm House

When it comes to buying a farm house for sale in Delhi, the right guidance is essential. This is where DLC Group comes in. As a trusted name in the real estate market, DLC Group specializes in helping buyers find properties that meet their specific needs. Here’s how DLC Group can assist you:

Expert Advice DLC Group’s team of experienced real estate professionals understands the Delhi market inside and out. They provide personalized advice to help you choose the perfect property.

Extensive Listings DLC Group offers a wide range of farm house listings across prime locations in Delhi. Whether you’re looking for a modern luxury home or a rustic retreat, DLC Group has options to suit every preference.

Hassle-Free Transactions Purchasing a property can be a complicated process, but DLC Group simplifies it for you by handling all the paperwork, legal formalities, and negotiations.

Tailored Services DLC Group goes the extra mile to ensure your satisfaction by providing services such as property inspections, valuation, and after-sales support.

Who Should Invest in a Farm House?

A farm house in Delhi is suitable for various types of buyers:

Families: For those who want a spacious home with plenty of room for children and pets to play.

Investors: Real estate investors looking for high-value properties with strong growth potential.

Retirees: People seeking a peaceful retreat away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Nature Enthusiasts: Individuals who enjoy gardening, farming, or simply being surrounded by nature.

Things to Consider Before Buying a Farm House

While the idea of owning a farm house is exciting, it’s essential to make an informed decision. Here are a few factors to keep in mind:

Location Ensure the property is located in a well-connected area with access to essential services like schools, hospitals, and markets.

Budget Set a clear budget and explore options that offer the best value for your investment. DLC Group can help you find properties that match your financial goals.

Legal Aspects Verify the property’s ownership, zoning regulations, and other legal documents to avoid any complications in the future.

Amenities and Facilities Check the amenities offered, such as electricity, water supply, and road connectivity. A property with additional features like a swimming pool or a landscaped garden adds more value.

Future Development Consider the growth prospects of the area, including upcoming infrastructure projects, which can boost property value over time.

Conclusion

Owning a farm house for sale in Delhi is not just about luxury; it’s about creating a lifestyle that balances comfort with nature. Whether you want a peaceful retreat, a profitable investment, or a beautiful home for your family, a farm house offers endless possibilities.

With DLC Group as your trusted real estate agent, you can navigate the process seamlessly and find the farm house of your dreams. From prime locations to luxurious amenities, DLC Group ensures you make the best choice.

So, why wait? Explore the options for a farm house in Delhi today and take the first step towards a harmonious life amidst natural beauty.

Contact Us:

Delhi Land and Constructions

448, 3rd Floor, Sector-19B, Dwarka,

New Delhi, India

Mob no- +91981009944Mail-

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Best Apartments in Hyderabad

Hyderabad has become one of India’s fastest-growing cities, combining a rich cultural heritage with modern advancements, making it a top destination for homebuyers. Modibuilders offers some of the best apartments in Hyderabad, providing thoughtfully designed spaces that emphasize luxury, convenience, and community. Whether you’re looking for a 2BHK or a larger, premium apartment, Modibuilders’ range of properties promises quality living in Hyderabad’s finest neighborhoods.

Why Modibuilders?

Modibuilders is a reputable name in Hyderabad’s real estate market, with a legacy of delivering high-quality residential projects across the city. Known for their modern architectural designs and commitment to quality, Modibuilders’ apartments cater to the diverse needs of families, young professionals, and retirees alike.

Here’s what makes Modibuilders the preferred choice for apartments in Hyderabad:

1. Strategic Locations Across Hyderabad

Modibuilders’ projects are strategically placed in prime areas of the city, including locations like Shamshabad, Kukatpally, and Miyapur. These areas are known for their rapid development, excellent connectivity, and proximity to major IT hubs, business centers, educational institutions, hospitals, and shopping complexes. Living in these locations ensures reduced commute times and easy access to essential services.

2. World-Class Amenities

Each Modibuilders project is designed with a wide range of amenities that cater to every aspect of modern living. Some of the standout amenities include:

State-of-the-Art Clubhouses: Featuring fitness centers, indoor games, and entertainment spaces, Modibuilders’ clubhouses provide the perfect spot for relaxation and socializing.

Swimming Pools and Gymnasiums: Enjoy access to well-maintained pools and gyms that help promote an active and healthy lifestyle.

Play Areas and Jogging Tracks: Families will appreciate the dedicated children’s play areas, while fitness enthusiasts can make use of jogging tracks and walking paths.

24/7 Security: Safety is a top priority at Modibuilders. With 24-hour security, CCTV surveillance, and well-trained security personnel, residents can enjoy peace of mind in a safe environment.

3. Spacious Layouts and Superior Construction Quality

Modibuilders apartments are designed to maximize space, ventilation, and natural light, creating a welcoming and comfortable environment for residents. From 2BHK units ideal for small families to larger, premium apartments, Modibuilders provides options that meet the needs of various buyer preferences and budgets.

4. Green Living and Sustainable Design

With a focus on sustainability, Modibuilders integrates eco-friendly practices into their construction and maintenance processes. Projects are designed to include green spaces, landscaped gardens, and waste management systems to promote a healthier and cleaner living environment.

5. Customer-Centric Approach

Modibuilders is dedicated to providing an excellent customer experience throughout the buying process and beyond. From providing detailed property information to assisting with financing options, Modibuilders’ team is there every step of the way. After moving in, residents also benefit from efficient property management services that ensure everything runs smoothly.

Featured Projects in Hyderabad

Modi Builders - Shantha Gardens: Located in the thriving area of Kompally, this premium apartment project offers a range of luxurious 2BHK and 3BHK units with stunning interiors and modern amenities.

Modi Builders - Sterling Heights: Situated in the up-and-coming neighborhood of Gundlapochampally, this project is perfect for families seeking spacious homes, excellent facilities, and a well-connected location.

Conclusion

Finding the right apartment in Hyderabad can be a challenge, but Modibuilders simplifies the process by offering high-quality homes designed to meet today’s standards of comfort and convenience. With a commitment to quality, sustainability, and customer satisfaction, Modibuilders delivers not just apartments but a complete lifestyle.