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the last âbeware the frozen heartâ gave me major goosebumps when i saw frozen for the first time
and the fist scene!!! with the saw!!! I SAW IT IN 3D DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW COOL THAT WAS, I GOT JUMPSCARED AND KICKSTARTED INTO LISTENING TO THE BEST CINEMA SONG KNOWN TO MAN
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toshiro has canonically been confirmed to be older than momo. she used to be in one class with renji and izuru so that point genuinely doesn't stand
Actually my point still stands! In Toshiro's backstory we can see that he was way younger than Momo actually, to the point where Hinamori said this:
It's stated that Toshiro entered the academy younger than the average age (which is tween/teen years), meaning that he still was a child, most captains were young adults when they "won" this spot, meanhwhile Toshiro wasn't, meaning again that he was a minor when he became such, no dobut why he's called child prodigy in actual bleach timeline, not just in the past. In a interview Kubo said that he wanted a childlike character:
But yeah, it's totally possible to Toshiro be older than Momo meanwhile being a child! The reason is simple, it already was said that his reaitsu is way too strong, which made he age slower than anyone else, so he may be existed for a longer time, but he didn't grew up during this period. Since Momo and Hitsugaya were raised together, we can imply that he knew her since she was an infant, Toshiro literally saw her grow up meanwhile remaining a kid. So he's older existence wise, because his body and mental age still remains childlike.
#toshiro hitsugaya#this explanation is the only one who doesn't contradict canon material#it's not like Kubo isn't a master of doing this#but whatever#aging in soul society works different than human life#so this is not impossible#just see how people treat hitsugaya#and compare if treat anyone else like this#when it cames to age of non human in fiction#i analyse their appearence/behaviour rather than age#since they age different from actual humans#he's like âfrozenâ in time#he's still growing#his soul is older but his body isn't basically
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have i ever talked about one of my fav kingdom hearts headcanons? because i havenât and i feel very normal about it.
so, color theory; green is a secondary color. and that daylight town ventus has always had green eyes to me. and then in kh3 theyâre blue. and vanitasâ are yellow. green is a secondary color.
about the very normal part: by being split into two being of light (positivity) and dark (negativity), their eye colors got split into blue and yellow respectively. now blue, ventusâ color, in the positive sense, represents both the sky and the sea and is associated with open spaces, freedom. i dont know where im going with this. vanitasâ, in the negative sense, can indicate jealousy, betrayal, illness and danger. i am fuckiggng insane about kingdom hearts Still
#the positive vs negative as light vs dark is to not be taken very literally. bc thats kinda an old way to think ab them. idk#like my view of the light in kh has been modified by either kh fics or analyses or fuckng anything ive ever read or watched about it#have my silly silly little thought thingy out into space. like dead whales giving birth to carcasses#like a sandstorm eaten by a dying black hole. like waterfalls of frozen time move by memories#post anesthetics posts
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Hold My Hand | Leah Williamson x ReaderÂ
synopsis: hiding each other was not an option anymore.
warnings: none :)
wc: 1.2k words
As the final whistle blew, the stadium erupted into cheers. You stood amongst the crowd, your still heart racing from those 90 minutes of pure exciting football. Arsenal had just clinched the Championship, a hard-fought victory that left every single fan in the stadium breathless.
The evening sky, a painting deep oranges and purples, and the stadium lights illuminated a bright glow over the players who were celebrating on the pitch, but your eyes were fixed firmly on your girlfriend.
She stood out, even in the chaos, with her blonde ponytail slightly tousled from the game, her kit smeared with dirt and grass, sweat glistening on her forehead, but a wide smile settled on her face. You could see her eyes scanning the crowd, her eyes searching for you. When your gazes meet, a mixture of overwhelming pride and an intense longing to be near her.Â
She started jogging towards you, weaving through the sea of teammates, staff, and pitch volunteers. The barrier between the stands and the pitch seemed far, but Leah approached it with determined strides. She doesnât stop to talk to anyone, only granting them a quick nod and smile, otherwise her sole focus was on you. She steps over the barrier, marching over until she is standing right in front of you. The only thing separating the two of you is the metal barrier. You moved closer, fingers wrapping around the cool metal of the railing, your eyes never leaving Leahâs.
For a moment, you simply looked at each other, the noise of the crowd fading into a distant hum. Leah reached out first, her fingers brushing against yours on the barrier.
âYou did it, Lee!â You shouted over the noise, your voice breaking slightly with emotion.
âWe did it,â Leah replied, her voice strong and clear. âYou were with me every step of the way, baby.â
You could feel your heart swell with emotionâ pride, relief and happiness all at once. You wanted to climb over the barrier, to close the distance and hold your girlfriend tight, but you knew you couldnât. The both of you werenât public, and for a while, you were content for it to stay that way. The raise of Leahâs fame meant that people in her life were often scrutinised and exposed, and the Arsenal defender was adamant that she did not want you to go through that. However, it was during moments like this where you wished you could kiss your girlfriend without worrying about other peopleâs reactions. Itâs times like this when you longed to be able to wear her name on the back of your shirt without people speculating and over analysing every single interaction online.Â
You settled for squeezing her fingers, trying to convey all the love you felt in that simple touch, desperately holding yourself back from kissing her in front of all of these people who probably already had their phones out.Â
But Leah surprised you when she leaned over the barrier, pulling you into her for a hug. She wrapped her arms around your waist tightly, burying her face into the crook of your neck. You were frozen for a second before instincts took over and you were folding her in your arms in return. Her breath was warm against your neck and you swear she sneaks a kiss against the spot where your shoulder meets your neck.Â
You feel her whisper against your skin. âLove you, baby. Thank you for being hereâ
Turning your head so it lightly grazes her ear, you whisper right back. âAm I a good girlfriend for following you halfway around the world to be here?â
Leah chuckles, her breath warm against your neck. She pulls back slightly until you are seeing eye to eye but she still hasnât moved her arms away from you. You had no doubt the rumours will start to swirl again. âThe best, baby.â
For another moment, you only looked at each other, before Leah breaks the silence. âD���you want to come onto the pitch? Join us for a lap around?â
âBut people will talkâŚâ
âYeah but I donât care about thatâ do you?â
âNoâŚâ
âThen come on, babyâ She makes a âcome hereâ gesture with her hands excitedly, a big smile on her face. You saw the exhilaration, her love, and the silent invitation written all over her face. With a barely perceptible nod, you agreed.Â
Leah grabs you around the waist, lifting you over the barrier until your feet are touching the hers. You squeeze her bicep in gratitude before she grabs your hand and pulls you towards the small crowd gathered in the middle of the pitch. The team all knew youâ and your relationship with Leahâ and theyâve done everything they can to keep the speculations off of you, so a few eyebrows raised when they saw you two walking towards them with your hands clasped together. You think you saw Beth nudge Lotte on the arm from your peripheral but you canât be sure.
âYa joining us for a lap, darling?â Katie says as she greets you with a hug before she turns to Leah with a grin. âNice of you to allow us to see her once in a while, skipper!â
Leah just narrows her eyes at the Irish, playfully nudging her away. âPiss off, KatieâÂ
Before you had a chance to join the conversation, Leah was dragging you away by the hand, weaving through the crowd of her teammates until the both of you are towards the front of the group. Aware of the hundreds of eyes around the stadium, you attempt to shake off your girlfriendâs grip but all she does is intertwine your fingers together.Â
With wide eyes, you tug her hand, leaning close to the blonde beside you. âLeeâŚwhat are you doing?â
Blue eyes meet yours, the perfect blend of sky and sea. You swear the colour of her eyes are the prettiest shade of blue you had ever seen. âHolding my girlâs hand.â
ââŚin front of all these people?â
Her blue eyes were the first thing you noticed when you saw her for the first time. When she was moody, they would darken slightly. Her eyebrows would draw together sharply, forming a deep furrow above the bridge of her nose, casting a shadow that made her eyes appear even more intense. Every time she laughed or smiled, the corners of her eyes would crinkle with amusement, the blues appearing lighter and serene.
When the world feels a too big, and you feel like cowering into your own little corner, Leah was right there beside you. Looking into those eyes granted a feeling of comfortâ offering a gentle reassurance that no matter the storm raging outside, you was always home when you were with her. Right now, her gaze was steady and they spoke of quiet strength that promised safety.Â
From the beginning, you both knew the risks. The media was relentless, especially when they find out that their beloved England captain has a life outside of football, a life they are not privy to. Fans are always hunting for a peek into their favourite footballersâ personal lives and the backlash might be too much. The sad reality is that the world of football is not always kind to those who deviated from their ânormâ. However, the alternativeâcontinuing to hide each otherâwas no longer an option.
As you walk hand in hand around the pitch, you felt that there was an unspoken promise emitting from the girl beside youâ a promise that you will be cherished, and that your fears and doubts were safe to share with her.
A squeeze of your hand.Â
âIn front of all of these people.â
feeling a bit inspired lately so I hope you enjoyed this one. next one might be an alexia fic...
ps. told yall I would post today (and I stuck to it!!!)
-- kisses, butter.
#leah williamson#woso#woso community#woso fanfics#woso x reader#leah williamson x reader#woso imagine#leah williamson imagine#woso blurbs
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He's Coming For Me
The office AU part 8 i think
This one is not as long but just need to get over the hump of getting rid of the ex lol
Pairing 141! x reader
Masterlist
The next day you wake up with a crick on your neck from sleeping with the worst hotel pillow youâve had. Other than waking up sore , you feel like you could do anything right now. No one bothers you about what they want for breakfast , bitchinâ about how they need their laundry done. Itâs like you can finally breathe.Â
You arrive at the office building around 7:45am , not having to get there so early because you have your own car. You walk into the office and see everyone already here. Which causes you to freeze and think, fuck, they got here early because of you, but because you got a car you donât need to and fuck, you forgot to tell them.
You roll up to Johnny whispering harshly, âWhat time did you get hereâ
âAround 6amâ
âWhyâ
âHad extra stuff to caught up onâ
âOhâ, you give him a look. You donât believe him. Not for one second.Â
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Around lunch time and see Gaz and Simon in the break room and you try to make casual talk, you ask about the weather and did you see the latest thing on some celeb, and then you slide in the question, hoping to get the answer you want.
âSoâŚ.when did you guys get here this morning?â, leaning against the refrigerator , hoping you donât look as awkward as you feel.
Gaz starts to answer,âWe got here around 6-â, but then Simon interrupts him with a question, âWhen did you get hereâ, heâs analysing you trying to psych you out.Â
âWell, I got here at 7:45â, you tell them. Simon answers back that they got there 15 minutes before you got there. You donât believe them. Simon is staring straight at you, looking you in the eye but Gaz is the one giving it away, swaying on his feet and looking back at his desk like it would save him from whatever this conversation is.Â
âOkayâ, you say very skeptically. You turn and walk around and go to the last person that would give you an answer but probably the most difficult to give you the truth. Price.Â
You knock on Priceâs door , even through it is open.Â
He looks up from his computer, âNo need to knock, love. Just come on inâ.Â
You are determined to get the answer, so no small talk and just ask the question,âDid you all get here early because of meâ, you say in one breath.Â
âNoâ.
âAre you lyingâ.Â
âNoâ.Â
You make a noise of frustration, you just want to know so you can apologize for wasting their time. You walk to your desk and just stand there about to make an announcement, When the door slams open and you see your ex boyfriend. He looks disheveled. Bags under his eyes. Wearing the same clothes as yesterday. And heâs coming for you.Â
âYou bitchâ,he snarls. He storms towards you, fingers pointed toward you, muttering about how you owe him, that you need him, how you will regret this , your frozen, eyes wide as you take all this in, and then you prepare to get hit. You pull your shoulders up to your eyes, and turn your head so he wonât hit you so hard.Â
You never feel the pain , except you hear Simon voice growl, âI wouldn't do that if I were youâ.Â
You look up to see Price hold your ex back, Simon standing in front of you and Soap standing to the side of you.Â
You grab the back of Simonâs shirt, why?, maybe to stabilize you transfer some of his strength to you.Â
Your ex is still ranting, but you canât hear any of it. You feel outside of your body and feel yourself being moved by maybe Gaz, you just know you're no longer in front of your ex and trying to be convinced to drink some water.
#task force 141#poly141 x reader#poly!141#simon ghost riley#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#john soap mactavish
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Coincidental Smiles and Hard Working Humour
How the Yan Genshin boys react to a genuine laugh from you and try to dig for more
Characters included: Childe, Diluc, Zhongli, alhaitham, Pantalone
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Childe: Going to the kitchen first thing after waking up and seeing him half covered in flour with his hair ruffled up like he just got hit by electro did wonders on your brain. The sight of him disheveled and disorderly had made you chuckle, the bubbles of laughter slowly turning into giggles. Childe watches you with eyes as wide as saucers as he remains frozen where he stands, saucepan in hand. The sound of your laughter echoes in the kitchen, and you briefly clutch your stomach during your unguarded moment. Watching you pour out such joyous sounds makes Childe's brain hyperactive and he tries his best to get into circumstances similar to that. He messes up his shirt's buttons and goes to you, asking you to fix them for him. He purposely lets his hair dry all weird so that you could see how funny it looks. He even goes to the length to make up some puns in his head, but that horribly backfires when you mockingly gag. Childe tries his absolute best to make you laugh again all the while going to sleep with the memory of that heavenly sound replaying in his head over and over again.
Diluc: Dawn Winery is no stranger to nature. There's crystalflies, grapes, carrots, potatoes, the occasional boars and your favourite, the resident cats. Having recently befriended a mother and her three kittens, you often sneak out to the vineyard to find them. Diluc is obviously aware of the little rendezvous that frequently occurs but takes no action since, well, you come back inside out of fear anyway. Plus, the staff in the vicinity always keeps a close eye and Diluc himself, when at home, watches. So when he hears you giggle from around the corner as he hides in the shadow of the estate wall, he is enchanted. Not because he's never heard you laugh before, no no. It's because of how genuine it is. He peaks out of curiosity and sees three kittens climbing on top of you with different angles all the while one licks your cheek. More sounds of laughter from you put Diluc in a kind of spell, and he finds himself slowly taking steps towards you. Naturally, blood drains from your face when you see him towering over you. Diluc feels guilty when you go as silent as a mouse, but ends up bringing the cats inside to dig up more smiles from you. Can't say competing with them for your attention was easy but hey, it's a small price to pay.
Zhongli: The harbour is bustling with business during the evening hours. Working people leaving for home and grabbing necessities on the way back and children playing by the docks during the rush hours just to hurry back home when it gets dark. While the ex archon thought you would be interested in shopping, it seemed that the youngsters of Liyue Harbour had been your point of interest all along. You had slipped away when he was analysing which hairstick would suit you better, and though Zhongli would usually be worried, he is aware that there's no place you may run off to. Thus, him being perfectly fine with you roaming about. However, had Zhongli known that you would be engaging the children in different games with so much laughter and joy, he would have let you go sooner. As he stood there, watching with a smile, only one thought crossed his mind. Perhaps you would display the same joy if you had children of your own, right?
Alhaitham: The Akademiya can be... ruthless, even for the feeble scholar. The other day, alhaitham, absolutely sleep deprived, had fallen asleep while drinking his morning coffee and while he would have thought that you'd leave him be, you actually took the mug from his hand and placed it on the counter to avoid any spills. Alhaitham's lack of sleep haunted him for a few more days and on one fine morning had fallen asleep while doing paperwork. Being someone who avoids his attentive stare in the mornings, it had been a few hours later that you had exited the bedroom for breakfast. It would certainly not be an exaggeration to claim that seeing the acting grand sage sleeping on the sofa with his coffee mug empty and the beverage spilled onto the floor is in any way, shape or form reassuring for Sumeru's future. However, catching sight of the little amount of drool spilling from his lips had caused you to erupt into a fit of giggles, waking up the sleeping man. Maybe you should atone for your transgression with offering yourself as a pillow.
Pantalone: The Regrator's job is a stressful one. There are idiots of all types present everywhere and are far too much of a nuisance. Pantalone had summoned you into his home office in an attempt to catch a well deserved break from being hunched over paperwork, but when you had walked in, he didn't even so much as look up from his desk, scowling at the papers haphazardly scattered about. Having to witness such a stoic and composed man scowling and glaring at papers all the while muttering something about 'buffoons' and 'imbeciles' had made you stop in your tracks, suppressing a smile. It was when he had made a disgusted face before grabbing an abacus that you couldn't hold in a chuckle. The sound morphs into laughter, and Pantalone freezes on the spot, head slowly rising to look at you. Seems like today is a blessed day.
#genshin impact x reader#yandere genshin impact#yandere genshin impact x reader#genshin impact imagines#yandere genshin x reader#childe x reader#yandere childe#yandere childe x reader#tartaglia x reader#yandere tartaglia#yandere tartaglia x reader#diluc x reader#yandere diluc x reader#yandere diluc#zhongli x reader#yandere zhongli x reader#yandere zhongli#alhaitham x reader#yandere alhaitham#yandere alhaitham x reader#yandere pantalone#yandere pantalone x reader#pantalone x reader
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To Meet A Jinx
this is part one!!
Warnings: none :)) just one mention of a gun
A/N: this is my first arcane/ jinx fic so if it's terrible I'm sorry lol
Plot: You work for Silco and his infamous adopted daughter Jinx, except youâve never met her until now.
Word count: 1,535
Everybody in the city knew about Silcoâs insane, blue-haired, and seemingly manic daughter, Jinx. Working for him meant that you were around his henchmen 24/7 and they definitely talked about her.
Most things said about her ranged from the fact that she looked innocent but could blow your face off or that she did actually blow someone's face off that day.
You had heard Sevika complain, too, especially on shipment days. They were always the busiest and most stressful. Silco made sure to have his trusted members on the ship âjust to be safeâ.Â
He had no reason to make everyone work, mostly because he had Jinx. Everyone knew that she could take on twenty people double her size and still win. You hadnât seen her do anything remotely close to this but it wasnât hard to believe.
When more than half of a city knows you for being a bloodthirsty killer, of course, they would be weary. But you still werenât that convinced.
Some older workers talked about a young Jinx running into Silcoâs arms with him hugging back and taking her in immediately. Silco didnât look like the type of guy to appreciate hugs from anyone but it was clear he loved Jinx. And that had to be for a reason.
âI want you to keep an eye on those two,â Sevika says to you, directing people carrying crates. The two men she pointed at were getting on each other's nerves, shoving and bumping one another for no reason. They must have had other issues away from work.Â
Your main job was to solve disputes and help Sevika. It didnât take much but when there were problems, they were always big.
The two guys had moved out of sight and started bothering each other again, causing commotion and yelling. Before you could get around to them, three shipments were falling on the floor, creating a bright purple pool on the ground.Â
Everyone had started shoving, making it too much to handle. People were on the floor, glass was being shoved into the soles of your shoes, and most importantly, nearly 500 coins worth of shimmer had been wasted.
Sevika was definitely going to blame you and no one would fess up. You couldnât even get to the core of the fight before being shoved to the floor and cutting your hand on a large shard of glass.
It didnât take much to lose all hope for the future. Not only would Silco fire you, but he would make you pay one way or another. None of those things were appealing, especially considering the fact that you desperately wanted to leave this chapter of your life behind. But not before getting a bit of cash and ditching Zaun.
You were sitting helpless, contemplating your life when a shot was fired. It was hard to see through the crowd but it stopped everyone, all the men scattering and moving away.
In front of you was a, surprisingly short, girl, braids nearly touching the floor, holding a revolver and looking around the ship.
No one made eye contact with her. No one went near her. They all went back to their original places as if the fight never happened.
Jinx.
Just her presence alone was enough to make everyone nervous. You hadnât even realised that you were still sitting on the floor when she came towards you, holding the gunâs handle out.Â
It took you a few seconds before realising that she was helping you up. It was enough to make the workers stop. From the corner of your eye, Sevika stood, arms folded, looking at the both of you. You could have sworn that she was laughing when you held on and got up.Â
It brought you extremely close to her face, enough to see her baby-blue eyes glimmer. A smile pokes from the side of her mouth. She stood, analysing your face, eyes, lips. You couldnât move if you tried, she had hypnotised you.
âWhat the hell is happening here?â
Silco appeared, frozen on the spot. âI spend half of my life working to make life better for all of you and Iâm paid with this?â
It was almost symbolic, the liquid sitting under his shoes, mixing with the dirt and mud on the ground and turning into a deeper purple.
âJinx?â He looks at her but she doesnât deviate from you. Her body was rigid, completely cornering you.
Confusion was apparent in his expression, looking over at Sevika who only replies with a smirk.
âJinx!â
Another glimmer appears in her eyes just before she turns around and walks past Silco, no words said.
No one moves or says anything but everyone was looking at you. Sevika pushes off of the wall she was leaning on, leaving the ship, still laughing.
If it wasnât for your increased heartbeat, you would have questioned the event but too much had happened. Why did she help you up? Why did she analyse you? Why did she ignore Silco?
The questions rushed to your head faster than you could comprehend and faster than you could move after Silco ordered you to go with him.Â
He simply pointed, and yelled, âYou!â starting to walk faster than you could keep up with.Â
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âWhat relationship do you have with Jinx?â
Standing in front of Silco in his office with Sevika next to him was never a place you imagined to be. It almost felt like being in a principalâs office and getting scolded.
You didnât have a ârelationshipâ with Jinx. You had only met her a few minutes ago on the ship. Everything that happened was unplanned and, frankly, strange. And being interrogated by both of them didnât help.
âI-I donât have a relationship with her.â The words were staggered and hard to come out. Your heart had only slowed by a few beats but you could still feel it against your skin.
âThat isnât what I saw. Jinx doesnât do things like that, meaning that you must have something to do with her.âÂ
His reasoning didnât make any sense. Just because she looked at you for a few minutes doesnât mean that anything happened.Â
âJinx is like a daughter to me. I would hate to have anything happen to her.â Silco continues talking, fiddling with his shimmer eye injection tool. It was nice seeing how much he cared for Jinx but in the end, nothing would happen between you two for a multitude of reasons.
Besides, Jinx didnât seem like the type to be in a relationship. She was probably too busy blowing things up and creating gadgets.
âYouâll keep your distance. If it wasnât for her youâd be paying for the lost shimmer right now. Donât come in next week.â
If it wasnât for her? Did Jinx help you? What could she have said to make Silco excuse you? You couldnât walk out of his office quickly enough when he finished. It had turned into a hotbox with his continuous smoking, and you desperately needed air.
Just as you walk down the stairs to leave through the Last Drop, there she was, sitting at the bar and leaning dangerously far back.
âHeya toots!â
She springs up, walking towards you and trapping you in a tight hug at the waist. It was a stark difference from only an hour ago.
âHi,â you say, walking down the stairs and stopping, awkwardly waiting for her to speak.
âSorry about earlier, I just couldnât take my eyes off of you.â You tell her that itâs no problem, trying to ignore the comment and your heartbeat increasing again. âThanks for helping me with Silco.âÂ
She shrugs, crossing both arms behind her back. âYeah, he gets like that sometimes.â You both stand in the awkward silence. Luckily, the bar was empty but it was surprisingly chilly. All you wanted was to leave and try to forget everything that just happened.
âIâve been watching you for a while. You seem pretty cool.â
The compliment was nice and well-intentioned but the more you thought about it, the more worried you became. She watched you?Â
âWould you wanna go out sometime? It doesnât have to be out out, but somewhere we can talk.â
All you could do was nod. It was stupid in hindsight. Silco had just spent twenty minutes telling you to stay away from her and but here you were, practically agreeing to go on a date.Â
âCool! Iâll see you here tomorrow!â
Here? Tomorrow? It was too soon and too close to Silco. Whether he would be out or not, Sevika and other henchmen would be nearby, not to mention all of Silcoâs other enemies. It was all a bad idea.Â
But you still agreed. It would be nice to talk to someone new. And you were sure that saying no would have a painful consequence.
Jinx smiles again, hugging you once more before disappearing up the stairs, leaving you standing at the bottom of the steps.
âGood luck.â You look behind the bar and see Chuck emerge from underneath the counter.
 âSheâs a crazy one.â
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âËĘ đą âË⧠ďž. locked in. â Leah Williamson.
summary: you just cannot seem to tear your gaze away.
Thereâs only a limited number of ways one can keep themselves from chasing what they truly desire, and sometimes those ways can disappoint us. Right then, your feelings were brimming at the top of your mind, and no distractions that you tried to think of were holding a red stop sign to hold you back.
You had never realised how captivating one could be. Well, you could. You have seen her in rather many mannersâa few in which you found dauntingâand the images of her stuck playing on your mind, whirling around on repeat like a record. But this time, it felt intimate. Like she had finally been snapped into reality and noticed you, playing her role for you.
Your heart rate did not seem to get steadier as you tried so hard with the innocence you had left, and the scene in front of you only made your breath hitch for longer and your eyes grow hazier. God, she was gorgeous, and however many times you tried, you just couldn't remove your burning stare away from her.Â
The buzz of the club was blurring around you; the obvious natter and thumping of the base were now in the back of your mind. All focus was purely on the blonde, and the blonde onlyâparalysed from the neck up with a sufficient source of longing and lust.
There was no going back now; you were now shoulders deep into your trance, and once her gaze caught onto yours, you were in fear of never breathing again as your thoughts encased your senses further.Â
Nothing was to ease you away, talking with expressions across the private area that you had grown accustomed to over the years. Every time the team made their annual visit, she managed to become more alluring each time you met hereâthe recent winning glow adding to the tonne of beauty she radiated. Nothing seemed out of place, and you started to believe what you were seeing was just a dreamâa drunken dream.Â
It was with a blink that she caught on to your frozen state, obvious from the fact that you were not going to stand up and make the first move. With a few sips of liquid courage, you followed her eyes with every step she took, neither of you seeming to let go of the mesmirism you had locked in.Â
Once you realised she was becoming increasingly close, your eyes were just about peeking through your eyelids by the time she made it in front of your cowering state, actualising that your thoughts had literally granted your wishes without a word. A slight taunting smile graced her lips as she stood above you before she smoothed the material of her trousers down as she sat beside youâyour stare still caught onto her like a mouse stuck to the glue of a teasing trap and now, coincidentally, everything felt sticky.
She leant towards you once she had turned her body, her expression swelling with more amusement at your reaction. You felt the decency to lean further backwards, but she took a pinch of your top to stop you from doing so, continuing to place her face closer to yours. âI think you have won.âÂ
Still quiet, she edged away from you, analysing your expression as she bit her lip to hide a giggle at the minor furrow of your eyebrows, yourself still talking with your eyes as they glistened over with a sheer of evident confusion.Â
âYou can speak; you know, I don't bite.â She spoke into the indistinct silence that had appeared around the both of you, tilting her head to the side before you shifted in your seat, the backs of your thighs seemingly tacky against the material. Your mouth just parted before she cut you off again. âUnless you want me to, take it as a reward from me for winning the contest.âÂ
âWhat contest?â
âOh, she speaks!â She gasped comically before lifting the lipstick-stained rim of her glass back to the designer, sipping and swallowing delicately. âYouâve always been quite reserved, haven't you? But never invisible.âÂ
âI-â
She swallowed the final bit of liquid from her drink before she continued, not until she wiped her lip with the tip of her finger before moving her hand onto the bare of your thigh. âNot in the way you think you are; do you think that I do not notice, y/n?âÂ
The fixation of your stares was finally torn in half as you took more fancy of the warmth of her palm, the tips of her fingers rounding the edge of the inside of your thighs. The mugginess of the room just grew ten times hotter as you calculated in your head the multiple different consequences that could occur, some of which you had been dreaming of for as long as you could remember.Â
She had become fed up with your frigid way of flirting: âIâve seen you, you and your glances, ganders, and gawks. Youâre starting to become insufferable, y/n.âÂ
A wave of embarrassment washed over you like a tide returning, knowing the feeling all too well from past experiences. âI, um, Iâm sorry. I just can't help myself. I promise Iâll stop-âÂ
âWho said I wanted you to stop?â
Squinting your eyes marginally, you voiced your interpretation: âYou, you just said that I was basically a burden.âÂ
She shook her head softly, reaching up with the hand that was on your thigh to instead brush away the furrow in your eyebrow, her touch then trailing down to your cheek. âNo, I said you were insufferable because you wonât act further. Iâm tired of waiting, and now I have to make the move myself with the feelings you had first.â
Heart completely in your throat, you made an effort to try to remove it before you spoke, but your words came out with a squeak before it was gone: âYou have... you have feelings for me?â
She scoffed, âMore than just feelings.âÂ
Mouth agape, you peered around the room, trying to gather yourself away from the bomb the blonde dropped. A bomb that you had been begging to blow up now for a very long time, so why are you turning away? She gathered you back to her with a light touch of guidance under your chin. âI bloody well hope you still feel the same way.âÂ
âKiss me.â You whispered, head lifted by her fingers still as your eyes pleaded for her lips to touch your own. A few blonde curls fell in front of her face as she took the chance, although she hesitated once her lips brushed gracefully against yours. The both of you shivered, goosebumps arising on your skin as you closed your eyes, awaiting more, but nothing came. You peeked one eye open to find her admiring your relaxed features, your impatience bubbling in your stomach. âLeah.âÂ
âShh.â She placed one finger over your lips before tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. âYou really are beautiful; did you know that?â
âLeah.â You caught her hand in your own, seeking home on your cheek. Your eyes found themselves back to square one; both your gazes bore into each other as the people around you became properly unknown and unnoticed. Totally forgotten.
She ripped into the silence before you and uttered, âI want you to kiss me.âÂ
Bringing your hand back into her grip, she transferred them to her cheek, and your mouth ran dry at how soft her skin was. A burst of desire overflowing your body had your noses beginning to nudge as you chased her lips with eagerness, predator to prey. A role you had never played before.Â
You moaned in surprise at your own doing, relief flooding through your veins as you finally reached your true desire after hours, months, and years of pining after the English captain, but this time she told you what to do in a much different way.Â
The kiss was feverish, and you had to keep yourself from clawing at her, sticking to one spot as you let your mouth do the work whilst she followed your steps. Everything and everyone around you were now completely withdrawn from your mind. It was Leah and Leah only, and god, how you wish you were, in reality, completely alone.Â
When you thought she couldn't get anymore intoxicating, the bite she gave your bottom lip injected you with more lust for her, and you were obsessed with the taste of her. You wanted more, but before you could adjust yourself to press more into her, she pulled away.Â
âThat was more than what I was expecting.â Her breaths were laboured as she remarked, yourself not listening as you sought for her once more, beginning to get a hand with the whole dominance role, if that's what you would call it. âEasy, tiger. We can continue once we get home.â
a/n: been reading way too many Bridgerton fanfics lately, so, if the dialogue seems really formal, blame that. also, hiya !
Š lovingniamh please do not repost, steal or translate my work.
#woso#woso community#woso x reader#leah williamson#leah williamson x reader#engwnt x reader#awfc x reader#awfc#lionesses#woso imagines#leah williamson imagines#lovingniamh
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âš ď˝ĄË đ ⥠SAVIOUR ?! â kim minjeong âş
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synopsis : you saved your tutor and she finds out about your double life
pairing : spiderwoman!reader x tutor!minjeong
genre : highschool!au, fluff uwu
authors note : the ending sucks btw. i just couldnt think anymore. DID NOT PROOFREAD. its 2am pls
âbye minjeong!â y/n said as she turned around the corner. parting ways. minjeong just finished tutoring y/n. which was hard becuase she spent most of the time staring at the taller as she did her work. it was also hard for minjeong because y/n kept on getting distracted while she was explaining.
â⌠and thats how it becomes an alloy- y/n are you listening?â minjeong looked back up to the younger.
âhm what yeah! i was just..â y/n looked away trying to come up with an excuse. ignoring the way her face was heating up when she got caught. âuh please continue minjeong im sorry i got distractedâ y/n looked down in dissapointment.
minjeong smiled and thought that the pout y/n was sporting pretty cute.
it was now 9pm and the streets were dimly lit. theres was several people around. not too much as she sighed.
continued walking in the cold night. she kept on walking until she reached the part of the walk where she hates the most. she had to pass a creepy alleyway to get to her house. âfuckâ she whispered under her breath. as she saw two male bodies leaning on the wall, puffing on their cigarettes.
she mustered up the courage to go through the alleyway. there was no other way around if she wanted to get home. her heartbeat fastens as she got closer and their chattering slowly stopped. they turned their attention towards her.
as she walked past them. she heard the sound of cigarettes being stomped on. light footsteps were following her. âim fuckedâ. suddenly a hand was placed on her shoulder. she prayed to the seven gods for her to get home safe tonight.
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this has become a norm to you for the past few weeks. following minjeong home not in a creepy stalker way but to just make sure sheâs safe.
after turning the corner you immediately ran into a secluded alleyway and change into your suit. you climbed up the walls. running to minjeongs usual path to go home.
you were on the roof looking down at her as she stopped and then walked into an alleyway. keeping an eye on minjeong wasnt hard at all.
minjeong walked past two men leaned against the wall smoking a cigarette. you could see the uneasiness in her way of walking. the alarms in your head blared as one of the men held onto her shoulder.
âwhere you going at this time of night pretty lady?â you heard the skrunkly old man say. minjeong was frozen on the spot she couldnât do anything.
you immediately got down to her when he pulled on her shoulder âya answer meâ he said rather loudly. your webs holding onto a pole and swung down lining up a kick to his head.
making the man stumble backwards into his friends arm. âmy fucking face!â he yelped. you let go from the web and stood infront of minjeong. here you were again analysing her features just as you did during tutoring. her teary eyes looked up at you.
you gave her a reassuring smile which she probably didnât see since it was covered by your mask. but it was immediately wiped off your face when you saw the guy about to strike minjeong.
you moved her out the way while your face was struck. âah fuck!â you cursed loudly. the ring from his finger tore your mask and cause your lower cheek to scar and bleed.
you ignored it âman and i was gonna go easy on youâ you webbed his fists to the wall as he was about to jump you again. his friend went for you next and you did the same thing.
both of them ended up webbed high up onto the side of the building as you turned to minjeong. smiling at her trying to assure her that shes safe now. âdo you want me to send you home?â
a beat or two passes where minjeong just stares at you and not answering you. âuh .. ill just send you somewhere safe.â it would be much weirder if you knew where she lived from her point of view.
you pulled her by her waist closer to you. minjeong let out a squel and wrapped her arms around your shoulder as you swung up the building.
as the cool night air rushed past them, minjeong couldn't help but feel an exhilarating mix of fear and wonder. clinging tightly to spiderwoman, she marveled at the cityscape unfolding beneath them. the skyscrapers became a breathtaking blur as they soared through the night.
in that moment, Minjeong's mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts echoing the beating of her heart. She stole glances at the heroes masked face.
amids the adrenaline and uncertainty, minjeong found herself oddly comforted. the heroes reassuring presence, masked though it was, provided a sense of safety. she couldn't help but steal glances at the hero who had just swooped in to rescue her. the cut on the mysterious womans's face, a visible scar from the fight.
minjeong tells you her address in a whisper. it being a sign to send her straight home. it wasnât smart of her to give her address to strangers, even if they saved her life. but for some reason she trusted you.
you slowly let her down onto the outdoor stairwell that connected to her window after she guided you to it. you crouched on the railing as she fixed herself. you took this time to analyse her whole figure.
wearing only a hoodie and some sweatpants. âyou should wear a jacket, its cold outâ minjeong nodded looking up at you. you getting flustered and looking everywhere except her.
âyouâre hurtâ she broke the silence. Feeling embarrassed about taking a punch in front of someone you find attractive. despite the pain you chuckled. âah yeah it happens. uhm youâre safe now have a nice night bye !â
you rambled trying to avoid the topic and then jumping off at the last sentence. swinging as fast as you can.
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âfuck..â you looked at the cut that was just above your jaw. it was prominent red. closing the locker door that had your mirror hanged.
you decided to ignore it and rush to class before the bell rings. unbeknownst to you, you walked past a shorter girl who noticed the cut on your face that was similar to the hero that saved her last night.
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ây/n!â you heard the familiar voice calling for you. turning around and was greeting with minjeong fast walking towards you across the almost empty hallway.
âhey minjeong i didnt know there was tutoring today! ill text my mom real qui-â
âno no y/n stopâŚâ she paused, collecting her breath. âjust⌠come with meâ minjeong shook her head and took your hand.
she dragged you to the nurses office and sat you down on the bed. you didnt have time to ask her what shes doing until.
she pushed you to sit down on one of the nursing beds and held onto your chin to get a better look of the scar. there was a flicker of concern in her gaze, mingled with a touch of curiosity. as she applied the cotton pad to the wound, her expression shifted to a more focused and determined demeanor. her small hands moved with precision, yet there was a gentleness in her touch that betrayed a hidden tenderness.
while tending to your injury, a subtle tension lingered in the air. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she worked, silently contemplating the uncanny coincidences she had noticed lately. As she finished up, her gaze met yours, and for a moment, a hint of suspicion remained in her eyes.
"interesting how you always seem to get into trouble. any specific reason for this particular injury?"
you grinned, brushing off the question with your usual optimism. "just another clumsy mishap, you know me."
minjeongâs eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion lingering. "clumsy mishap or something more? ive noticed some uncanny coincidences lately."
you shrugged nonchalantly, feigning innocence. "coincidences happen, right?"
minjeongâs expression remained inscrutable, but there was an underlying tension in the air. you couldnt think straight as minjeong was so close to your face. her small hands tidying up your wound. you could feel her faint breath on your chin
"coincidences or connections to spiderwoman? yea coincidences right"
you paused at that, giving way a more guarded expression. "i... i don't know what you're talking about, minjeong." minjeong shrugs not caring as she tended to your wound. throwing away rubbish and finishing up then looking back at you.
âhow long have you been spiderwoman?â
you heaved a sigh. letting your head down while minjeong was between your legs. âsince the last two years.â she nods approvingly. âthatâs coolâ
she says looking at her feet while you put your gaze on her. the tension in the room growing as the seconds go by. âthank you for saving meâ she said just above a whisper. seeing the tips of her ears turn red.
a grin broke out from your face. âitâs my job minjeong. â you stood up. dusting off yourself then looking down at her. her gaze was still on her feet.
âthank you minjeongâ you broke the silence. she didnt look up at you. instead she sucked in her breath and wrapped her arms around you. hugging you.
âthank you for saving me..â she nuzzles her head closer into the crook of your neck. not knowing what to do you just patted her back.
âi was so worried when i saw that scar on your face. i just cant imagine you getting hurt that badâ
finally relaxing your body (totally not trying to normalise your heart rate). âits fine minjeong in used to itâ she looked up at you as you said that. âthatâs the problem.. you shouldnât get used to it.â
squirming out of her hold to hug her back. âjust.. come to me if you ever need helpâ she mumbled, closing her eyes leaning her body into you. as you stood there with your heart beating faster than ever.
#girl group imagines#kim minjeong#aespa winter#aespa karina#aespa fluff#aespa#aespa x reader#winter#kim minjeong fluff#winter fluff#winter angst#kim minjeong angst#kim minjeong x reader#winter x reader#aespa minjeong#girl group#girl group scenarios#winter imagines#minjeong imagines#high school#across the spiderverse#spider woman#spiderman#aespa smau
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Howdy dowdy, Partner. It's me, ya boi, Skinny Penis.
How would the Lords react to a selectively mute S/O? Especially their reaction to them talking to them for the first time.
I have this mental image of Heisenberg's S/O saying something really casually (while they're relaxing or something), and he just whips around to look at them and he just shouts "hoLY FUCK!"
Saw the first line of this ask and then it was followed by a cute prompt????---
Warnings: swearing, my typical brand of silly
Alcina Dimitrescu
She's so used to your quiet demeanor it's to the point where she COMPLETELY forgot that your silence is a choice.
Alcina quite honestly never expected you to speak to her, and she was mentally planning for the rest of your relationship to be this way -- all of the servants are learning to sign, just in case, and she has pens and paper in every room if you prefer to write as your form of communication.
When you do finally speak up, she's frozen. What.
Oh. You can. You...can speak?
It's one of the times you've ever seen Alcina baffled, because honestly? She has no idea what to do.
However, you can bet she IMMEDIATELY analyses the situation in order to make sure she can get you to keep talking to her. Whatever made this happen needs to be repeated as much as possible -- Now that she knows you can be made comfortable enough to speak, she needs to hear you speak again.
(It might not have been your intention, but you hit her right in the superiority complex. Her partner spoke to HER. JUST her. Exclusively. Alcina is going to be riding this high for decades)
The Lady Dimitrescu is a big believer in positive reinforcement with her loved ones, so you better believe that every time you speak she is extra affectionate, because she does like to hear your voice!đ
Essentially, you have prompted constant affection DO NOT RESIST---
Donna Beneviento
I mentioned this in my other Donna x Mute reader post, but Donna is able to relate to a mute s/o a lot.
She's pretty nonverbal herself, so often you two have moments of quiet peace, where the two of you are doing your own thing together in the same room, taking breaks only to hold hands, cuddle, and kiss each other sweetly.
Truly dreamyđđđ
The first time you speak to her though, she's sewing a new outfit for one of her dolls, while you're reading in the setee beside her.
You peak over her shoulder, clear your throat and say: "You're really talented, Donna".
She drops a stitch.
Her face is burning underneath her veil. The first thing you say to her is a complement??? About a skill she is actually proud of??? That's already enough to get her heart stuttering, but you said her name.
It feels like such a small thing, but it sends Donna into a tizzy. Your lips formed the syllables of her name, and she can't get over it. You said a compliment and her name in the same sentence.
She's swooning. Smitten. Overcome.
Expect some flustered giggling and a compliment in return.
Salvatore Moreau
Salvatore has no chill whatsoever.
He literally drops everything and scuttles across the room to stand in front of you, flitting his hands around you in excitement, not quite touching you but close.
He's! So! Excited!
He didn't process what you even said-- you SPOKE TO HIM!!!! Fireworks are going off in his brain, Kool and the Gang are celebrating the good times, life is beautiful and love is in the air....
Moreau is delighted by this development. You feel safe enough around him a monster to vocalize your thoughts. You trust him. He already knew you did, but this is confirmation he didn't even know he wanted. Moreau almost starts crying he's so relieved.
Meanwhile you're repeatedly trying to warn him about the disaster occurring on the stove.
"... Salvatore, honey, the pancakes are burning."
Honey???? HONEY??? Are you TRYING to kill him????
Salvatore staggers on his feet, unintentionally the most dramatic you've ever seen him.
Sighing, you hide a smile behind your palm and give him a little smooch on the cheek before you go rescue your breakfast.
Moreau flatlines. Better give him some mouth to mouth đ.
Karl Heisenberg
Absolutely shocked the first time you speak.
He's working on a soldat, fully used to the silence as he solders body parts together to make a deadly monster worthy of murdering Mother Miranda.
"You missed a spot--"
jESUS FUCK
Very softly, you speak up again. "At the shoulder. It's not... It's not fully connected."
Heisenberg whips around to just...stare??? At you for a bit?? His face is totally expressionless, but make no mistake his brain is reeling.
What is he supposed to do here? You feel comfortable enough to talk with him--this is a big deal, right? Is he supposed to comfort you? Praise you?
Still, it's not in Heisenberg's nature to make a big deal of things, and he doesn't want to spook you.
Eventually he nods, grunts in acknowledgement, and gets back to work.
Still, your words ring in his ears. Your voice fits you so well? He never really thought about what you sounded like before, but honestly now it's all he can think about.
Much later, when you almost forget about the whole thing, he'll offhandedly say he's proud of you for finally speaking up for yourself.
It's kinda condescending? But you know Heisenberg pretty well, and the fact he refuses to meet your eyes let's you know he's just being his normal, socially stunted self.
Thank him for the "compliment" and you'll get a pleased grin back, as well as a teasing hair ruffle. He's...happy you're comfortable with him.
It just makes your relationship feel even more right. â¤ď¸
#re8#resident evil village#resident evil 8#karl heisenberg#alcina dimitrescu#donna beneviento#salvatore moreau#lady beneviento x reader#lady dimitrescu x reader#alcina dimitrescu x reader#donna beneviento x reader#lord moreau x reader#lord heisenburg x reader#salvatore moreau x reader#karl heisenberg x reader#x reader#silly#soft
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đâ¨đâď¸đ Happy tenth anniversary, Frozen! đâď¸đâ¨đ
Wow, I honestly cannot believe ten years have now passed since Frozen came out! And who would have thought that before those ten years were up, Frozen would expand very rapidly into a franchise starting with a short and onto a feature length sequel with TWO more full length sequels currently being developed?!?!?! đľđľđľ
Although Frozen is not my #1 favorite Disney film ever (yes, this may come as a shock to many of you that you know me here on Tumblr), it's still in my top ten favorite Disney movies, and it is the primary reason I created my Tumblr account in the first place. On Tumblr, I've made lots of analyses and gif sets about Frozen and its sequels, both short and feature length. In doing so, I have made many friends on here who share my mutual love for Frozen, and even other Disney films. đ
I am very proud to be a Frozen fan, and I am elated that my love for it, combined with many other fans' love for it, helped it grow into the franchise it has become. đđ
Thank you, Disney, for Frozen! âď¸âď¸âď¸âď¸âď¸
Released November 27, 2013.
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no bc Hans telling Anna (the little sister, aka me) âif only there was someone who loved youâ actually changed my brain chemistry and permanently severed the nerve that made me feel lovable. unfortunately this happened before the scene where Elsaâs true sisterly love saves her and Anna gets together with Kristoff so none of those scenes saved me from the permanent damage that came with the entire Hans thing. also i donât think it helps that love is an open door is the best song (after the ice cutting song in the beginning) bc i actually fell in love with Hans and his âthatâs what i was gonna say!â when Anna said sandwiches instead of sentences
worth mentioning though that Kristoff was my (ALL TIME) fave from the moment he entered the movie. the love bombing from Hans rubbed me wrong, even when i was 9
#itâs so obvious that iâm the youngest sister#both bc i said it in the post#but they really stalked me and my sister and said âletâs turn this into a movie called frozenâ#why am i analysing frozen
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Archie âFrostâ Campbell Profile
ă[Open Profile] Disclaimer: as Iâm still working through the lore of Task Force Dagger, Archieâs biography is still quite bare. Everything else is finished :)
General
Name: Archibald (Archie) Charles Campbell
Callsign: Frost, Dagger-01 (TFD)
Age: 29
Birthday: 16th November, 1995 -Â Newcastle, NSW, Australia.
Face Claim: Callum Turner (Specifically - âBuckyâ from MOTAâ)
Occupation: Fast Jet Pilot (F-35A Lightning II)
Affiliation: Royal Australian Air Force (RAAF - 75th SQN)
Rank: Flight Lieutenant (FLTLT)
Height: 183cm (6ft)
Education: Bachelorâs Degree in Aviation
Languages: English, Spanish, German
Appearance
Hair: Dark brown, wavy hair. Short back and sides.
Eye Colour: Grey
Facial Hair: Pencil moustache
Marks: None
Tattoos: None
FamilyÂ
Unnamed Mother and Father
Grandfather (Former RAAF 460 SQN)
Pet: Vader (Black cat with white markings on face)
Affiliates
Task Force Dagger
Captain Lachlan Jones (2CDO)
Sergeant Damien Whitlock (2CDO)
Sergeant Daniel Greenhill (2CDO)
Sergeant Joseph âJoeyâ Hernandez (CCT)
Talullah Jones (ASIS)
Personality
Myers-Briggs Type: ISTJ (Logistician)
Honest and Direct: Archie is a straightforward, no-bullshit kind of person. Will tell his peers how it is without holding back.Â
Observer: Not one to talk much unless needed, Archie prefers to observe and analyse his peers or situation.
Archie is a level-headed person. He is calm and is able to keep his cool under difficult situations.
Archie doesnât let his emotions drive his thought process. He is a logical person who bases his thoughts and opinions based on research and experience, and can become stubborn when he doesnât particularly agree with something.
Skills
As a fighter pilot, Archie has inherited a range of skills apart from simply flying a fighter jet. There include:
Mental Skills: quick and accurate decisions, situational awareness.
Technical Skills: navigation, avionics, flight system and weapon proficiency.
Social Skills: effective communication, cooperation and working as a team, leadership.
Air Combat Manoeuvring (ACM), Fighter tactics and manoeuvres, etc.
Mission Planning
Maths and Physics, as well as creativity in situations.
Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape (SERE)
Archie also likes to partake in electrical work, commonly seen tinkering with devices and studying mechanical/electrical engineering concepts in his spare time.
Behind the Callsign
At a glance, âFrostâ derives from his frosty attitude towards his peers around him. Being one to keep to himself majority of the time and only speaking when necessary, his attitude was often perceived as cold to others, even when he didn't mean it.
Though if you were to ask his squadron and ground crew, theyâd tell you that they call him âFrostâ due to his impressive flying skills, often leaving onlookers and other pilots frozen in awe. Almost like an advantage over opponents.
Biography
Archie was born in Newcastle, New South Wales, Australia on the 16th of November, 1995. Growing up, Archie would listen to his grandfatherâs stories of being a pilot on an Avro Lancaster throughout the majority of WW2. Though a little incoherent at times, Archie still enjoyed them regardless as they shaped his childhood and future to come.
Throughout high school, Archie would spend a lot of time volunteering at an aviation museum alongside his grandfather as a technician assistant, working on maintaining planes on display whilst rambling bits of information of various planes to visitors. Archie would also frequent RAAF base Williamtown, where he would stand just outside the base and watch Super Hornets scream over his head. He wasnât the type to stand out among his classmates, much preferring to stick his head in a book and soak up as much information as he could on various aviation and engineering topics. He graduated with a top ATAR score of 97.
Thanks to his constant exposure to the Air Force along with his grandfatherâs stories, Archie knew he wanted to become a fighter pilot from an early age. In his later years of high school and after, he worked diligently preparing for multiple officer and screening boards during his application process. He managed to score one of five spots out of hundreds of applicants.
Archie then attended the Australian Defence Force Academy (ADFA), where he pursued a Bachelorâs degree in Aviation. He would be a maths tutor to a few of his peers in his spare time, but most commonly Joseph, his newly made friend who he bonded with over their love for Star Wars.Â
Upon graduating ADFA, Archie was sent to Perth to begin his initial specialist employment pilot training (ISET), where he spent a year flying the PC-21. He graduated from Number 2 Flying Training School and was recommended by his instructors to pilot the newly introduced and mighty F-35A.
Now part of 75th Squadron, Archie is posted to RAAF base Tindal in the Northern Territory to continue his training, also managing to deploy overseas to various locations such as the US and Japan.
At some point, Archie was approached and recruited into Task Force Dagger on recommendation from Joseph. Working with TFD would show him his first set of real combat outside of simulations and practice exercises. To be continuedâŚ
*(Archie would have been 26 years old when the F-35A was first introduced into the 75th SQN, a few years after he graduated ISET (22-23 years old). For story purposes, assume the F-35 arrived earlier.)
Trivia/PreferencesÂ
His favourite music band is Daft Punk. His favourite song from them is âFace to Faceâ. Also likes Coldplay, Kenny Loggins, Phil Collins, Foo Fighters, Linkin Park, etc.
In his spare time, he also likes to build lego sets and model jets. Heâs also a gamer, preferring to play games like League of Legends, Cyberpunk 2077, Helldivers 2, etc.
He likes to wear Rayban Aviators in the colourway black/black or gold/green.
He is a big fan of Star Wars. His favourite movie is âA New Hopeâ and he also really enjoys âStar Wars: The Clone Warsâ. His favourite characters are Wedge Antilles and Commander Wolffe.
He likes to spoil Vader rotten! Buys him all kinds of toys. Even has a Death Star cat house. He has a really big soft spot for Vader which Joseph likes to tease him about, quote: âhe is the only one to knock down that icy wall heâs built around himself.â
When Archie chose his aircraft preference, he originally chose the F/A-18F Super Hornet.
If he didnât become a pilot, heâd become a mechanical engineer.Â
After his grandfather passed, Archie carries his ID tags with him as a source of comfort and support.Â
Archie was inspired by the character âViperâ from Titanfall 2 and the song âDodge Thisâ.
#woohooo finally!!#I was gonna post him and Joey together but nah#heâs just a guy#archie campbell#task force dagger#my oc#my art#military oc#pilot oc
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D23: Frozen content breakdown | Breakdown/ Analysis
What a day it was yesterday! So much content we were flooded with and especially for us with the Frozen 3 and 4 update! I'm sure you all know the latest deets but I would like it to break it all down and guess what it could all mean. So be prepared to read a lot! âď¸
[long post alert]
Frozen III logo
A couple of hours before the Frozen panel had begun, we were given a first look of the logo for Frozen 3:
It features the four elements symbols and two snowflakes too for Elsa and Anna as the fifth spirit. The III had a purple - pink gradient to it and the background had a spring scenery south blossom/ sakura trees and mountains far behind. Some of us predicted before that Frozen 3 would be set in Spring given Frozen being in winter/ summer and Frozen 3 in Autumn.
However, some people didn't believe this logo was real. But after the panel, Josh Gad put it on his stories and as a post on Instagram, the announcements and reveals made at the panel.
This must mean that it's real. But a more accurate, rendered logo was also revealed at the Panel and that Gad had also shared in his post.
So my conclusion is that the first one is a working title, a concept of what it would be like when it's promoted. The second one is a mix of the first Frozen logo and the second movie's logo combined being more 3D but still with a frozen effect. This logo is the official used rendered one whilst the first one is just a concept based on the implied spring theme of the movie. Both are real.
Frozen questions left unanswered
When the Panel began we were given a flood of questions on the board that were the questions the fans had after Frozen 2, aka the questions that were left unanswered. Here they are:
Who gave Elsa her powers?
Why doesn't Anna have powers?
Was there a fifth spirit before?
What kind of Queen will Anna be?
Will Kristoff be a King?
Do they [Anna & Kristoff] want kids?
Where are Kristoff's parents?
How did Kristoff meet Sven?
How can Sven be so old and still so virile?
Why is Olaf alive?
What about Marshmallow and the snowgies?
Is it âHoo Hooâ or âYou Hooâ?
What are Elsa's powers still growing?
Why are their castle ruins throughout Ahotohallan?
Where do the nature spirits come from?
Do we still need to beware of the Frozen Heart?
Who is the Frozen Heart?
What happened to Hans?
These questions will most likely be answered in Frozen 3 and 4, as they are confirmed to be a two part film. These are actually really good and interesting questions we have that we do need to have answered. I actually want to try and analyse (and answer them for fun!) them because some people might feel some have already answered so why the need to answer them again?
Who gave Elsa her powers?
We already know that Ahotohallan is where her powers come from. That's the source along with the other four spirits. But they probably felt like they didn't make it clear enough. Some people before Frozen 2 had theorized that there was a Snow Queen who gave Iduna something that caused Elsa to have powers. Maybe there's more to Ahotohallan than we know.
Why doesn't Anna have powers?
This isn't addressed in the movie other than the fact that Elsa and Anna are both the fifth spirit and the bridge which has two sides. But why doesn't Anna, I believe that's because the fifth spirit's role is to create balance between the powerful and the powerless (in a literal magical form). The fifth spirit was never just one being I don't think. It was always two to have one with powers and one without and have the two form a deep unbreakable bond so that humans and magical entities would look at them and see that though different, they can get along and have peace amongst each other, and live in harmony. If both were magical it would defeat the objective of creating peace between the two different types of beings
Was there a fifth spirit before?
I think yes because in the Myth VR on Disney plus, it was revealed that there was a fifth spirit before Elsa and Anna but after it created harmony with the other spirits and humans, it disappeared creating disharmony in the forest and caused the spirits to rage. Then the other four spirits managed to calm down until they were raged again by King Runeard's war between Arendelle and Northuldra. Even if this isn't canon I still believe there was one. I think it's important to know because it could be important with the journey Elsa and Anna next go on.
What kind of Queen will Anna be?
Her own kind of Queen. She will continue to bring peace and joy to Arendelle while also supporting the Northuldra tribe as her statues unveiling had suggested. She won't try to be Elsa. She's not Elsa. She's Anna. She may be the fifth spirit But whether or not she realises that she'll help maintain peace between magic and humans will Elsa's support too.
Will Kristoff be a King?
If Anna does abdicate from the throne then yes. To be exact he would be a king Consort. At the end of Frozen 2 we saw Anna greet the public as Queen and unveil the statue of her parents and kids. That wasn't the coronation which is confirmed and this confirms it too as it asks will he be king? and not is he king? I loved Elsa as Queen but she probably felt that she couldn't take care of Arendelle as she had to restore and look after Northuldra/ the enchanted forest and felt Anna deserved it after she had scared her and Arendelle twice without a doubt.
Do they [Anna & Kristoff] want kids?
That's a question that none of us thought of? Do they want kids? I think they do but will find it hard to do if there's threats and danger around. Anna definitely would be a lovely mother and Kristoff and lovable dad. But I don't think we'll see them have kids so soon, at least not in the beginning of the movie, like we won't immediately be introduced to them I don't think.
Where are Kristoff's parents?
A question we've been asking since the first movie. All we know is that he grew up as an ice harvester. He seems to have grown up independently with Sven. I can't even guess the answer because I'll probably be wrong anyway.
How did Kristoff meet Sven?
Another question regarding Kristoff's backstory we've been longing to see. It's nice to see they're including Kristoff's backstory now. The first two movies were about the sisters backstory and development arcs (and 3 and 4 continue that) but now we can finally learn about Kristoff!
How can Sven be so old and still so virile?
No clue! I never noticed that actually. I never thought of why. I don't know much about reindeer so I didn't know that Sven was so old yet so virile. Perhaps when he was young he was injured and the trolls may have healed him giving him a longer youthful life. I'm certain the trolls have a role in this if it's magic related.
Why is Olaf alive?
Why not how!! Another really interesting question that I can answer. We all know how he is alive because we saw Elsa bring him back to life but why was he brought back? He's still an important part of the sister bond and individually he has much more in him than we have seen. Plus he's Olaf and we love Olaf!
What about Marshmallow and the snowgies?
I believe they all too, along with the ice castle and all other permanent creations of Elsa, got restored either automatically after Elsa's return or by hand when Elsa got the chance. They too are as iconic as Olaf is. I hope they return in Frozen 3. They're so lovable and cute - it would be a fun addition to the movie.
Is it âHoo Hooâ or âYou Hooâ?
I always thought it was... âYoo Hooâ because that's what people say. Hoo Hoo is an owl's line lol and one says that.
What are Elsa's powers still growing?
Just as we grow individually sometimes in height, in character, in what we feel, powers are no different. They grow as we grow inside. And Jen Lee has previously said that her powers will reach a new height in Frozen 3.
Why are their castle ruins throughout Ahotohallan?
I think they are referring to Ahotohallan as a castle and inside and out it looks ruined. During Show Yourself Elsa has to lift things up and add things to get across to the place where the memories are held. I theorize that the previous fifth spirit may have done something to Ahotohallan or to its power and caused chaos that caused Ahotohallan to have ruins in it. Ahotohallan probably was the previous fifth spirit's castle and when it went rouge Ahotohallan may have been left abandoned and ruined.
Where do the nature spirits come from?
Ahotohallan is where their powers are from. But perhaps it's more complicated than that and it needs to be addressed for lore reasons. There's more to Ahotohallan than we know.
Do we still need to beware of the Frozen Heart?
Oooooh!! My favourite question along with the next two. Do we? We must be if it's even a question at this point?
Who is the Frozen Heart?
Who? Frozen Heart is a person?! It was literally Anna in Frozen but metaphorically it was Elsa. Maybe someone else will be the Frozen Heart. Hans? Kristoff? A new character/ being?
What happened to Hans?
A question we've needed answering since Frozen and one that Hans fans have been trying to answer. His backstory based on official and unofficial media is that he has 12 brothers but they all or at least most of them treat him poorly along with his dad because he's the last child and last in line to the throne. That means, they think Hans as unworthy and unless of anything. So why did the Queen and King have another child? Probably as an accident child or just because. I'm sure the Queen is loving. He was sent back at the end of Frozen to his home, the Southern Isles so they can deal with him themselves and they did. As punishment they made him do chores like sweep up horse poop as seen towards the end of Frozen Fever before Elsa's giant snowball accidentally yet subconsciously hit him causing his major injuries. The southern Isles didn't immediately know where the snowball came from. But what happened to him after that? In a poster in the new Frozen Park in Hong Kong, it is revealed that Elsa and Anna invited the Southern Isles among other kingdoms to celebrate a year since Anna sacrificed herself to the Elsa and the Kingdom.
Hans couldn't come because he was injured. But his return is almost certain in Frozen 3 with his rise in unofficial/ canon media. Will he return as a villain or a redeemed hero is to be determined. I don't think he should return as a villain. If he did he would have taken his revenge out during Frozen 2, as he would have been recovered by then. Seeing the concept art of Frozen 3, which I'm about to go onto, it looks like we'll see mythical beings and a world bigger than Ahotohallan. Hans wouldn't fit as a villain in the expanded world of magic because he doesn't seem to be interested in magic in that greed sense. I think he'll be redeemed and help them in their new quest. Perhaps he does have tied with magic in his ancestry as we know nothing about his family.
All these questions are ones that the team feel like they need to answer in the next two movies and I think that's good. Along with showing something new, we get answers from questions we've long waited for too. And I think it's a good strategy for them to tell us the questions we've been asking so that they can answer it in the movies. They're letting us know that they can hear us and want to fulfil our wishes while telling a new story. It's good communication in my opinion.
Frozen 3 concept art and new release date
Jennifer Lee also revealed the concept art of Frozen 3. I'm sure there must've been dozens of art but this one may have been the direction they're headed in.
We have a beautiful calm colour palette that reminds me of dawn/ dusk of spring. Trees are on either side, golden light beams from behind a mystical palace in the left centre. Flowers and leaves present hinting at a Spring setting. Anna's on a horse with Olaf and Elsa on the Nokk on the river both heading to the palace-like place. The scene is set at night as the aurora borealis/ northern lights can be seen arising from the castle. Perhaps this castle has some connection to the northern lights. In the Lego Northern lights series, the trolls crystals are the ones to cause the northern lights or have a connection to them. I don't think the Lego series is canon but I do wonder if the trolls will have a role in this too.
Elsa and Anna are in their Frozen 2 attires, Anna in her travel one and Elsa in her fifth spirit one but with boots (for practical reasons). That doesn't mean that's their final look. Frozen 2's early concept art had Elsa and Anna in their Frozen looks. Olaf looks worried as he points to something off scene.
Just below the direction in which he points, in the river, lies a shadowy creature. It could be that that's the shadow of the creature Olaf points to. The creature appears to have horns and hold a staff/ spear with a sharp end.
Just below the palace-like place is a land. I was going to say Ahtohallan but the silhouettes are different.
So it seems like this place is unknown. If they went North in Frozen 2, perhaps Thai time they're going south, which is why Hans could appear. But that's just a guess.
During the panel it is also revealed that the release date is November 2027 having it moved back by a year from its original 2026 release date. 2027 seems quite far away just when we felt we were getting closer to Frozen 3 but we'll just have to be patient and hope we get some other Frozen content released meanwhile.
Frozen: Winter Festival short form series?
That's everything that was revealed regarding Frozen 3, but no word on the series that was revealed by dolls and their descriptions. I believe since the movie got delayed by a year, probably to spend more time developing the two part movies (which is a good thing so we avoid the mistakes caused by rush in production for Frozen 2), the short form series will be delayed by a year. That would mean the announcement could be closer to time in next year's D23. That or they wanted to announce the series later. The dolls are to be released in September and the series is said to be released this fall. That is of course unless they have delayed it by a year but we'll have to wait and see if anything gets said before September otherwise consider it delayed by a year (đ).
And that's all the information given to us for now. Frozen 3 looks so good and promising - the vibe of spring with a deeper fantasy element is making me extremely excited! New places, new seasons, new characters, expanded lore, possible character returns, new looks and more!! Can't wait!! And yeah though my patience is sad that Frozen 3 had been delayed by a year, I'm glad because it means they can spend more time on the movie, to develop it properly and not repeat the same mistake they made with Frozen 2 with no good planning and a rushed development to the run up of the movie.
And the Frozen: Winter Festival I'm also excited for. I think Frozen needs a canon series in its franchise.
The future looks big and bright for the franchise! âď¸
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title: the hawthorne with the green eyes part 2
pairing: jameson hawthorne x (first person) reader
synopsis: a night full of fun and games with jameson hawthorne isnât what youâd intended after going for a little midnight wander but you didnât regret it
parts: part 1
warnings: none :)
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Strip bowling was exactly what the name said. A game of bowling where you remove an item of clothing if you failed to knock down any pins. It wasnât difficult to get the hang of, it was difficult for me however to hang on to my clothes. Iâd only bowled a few times in my life and on the occasions I had, I was pathetic at the game, but it was for fun then. Now it felt like it was for my dignity.
âEarrings one hundred percent count!â I exclaimed, shoeless, sockless and jumperless. I didnât know I could be so bad at rolling a semi-weighted ball down an alley.
âNo they donât!â Jameson quipped, wagging his finger at me.
âIâm wearing earrings, like Iâm wearing clothes, they count,â I replied stubbornly, unprepared to lose my top or trousers.
âNo they donât,â he shook his head sharply with a dangerous grin on his face.
âYou just want me to take my top off,â I snapped, attempting to throw him off.
Colour touched his cheeks, âI want no such thing!â
âLiar,â I smiled mischievously.
âMaybe I am,â he shrugged, our roles reversing. Colour in my cheeks and a smile on his lips. My heart raced as I processed what he said. âBut donât lie,â he continued, âyouâve been trying to throw my game off the whole time so I take mine off.â
âI did no such thing!â I mirrored him, with a face of synthetic shock.
âLiar,â he smirked, his voice so dark I wanted to melt.
I laughed lightly.
âDo that again,â he murmured, gazing into my eyes.
âWhat?â I blurted out, confusion written all over my face.
âThat thing, where you laugh and smile and your eyes light up,â he explained smoothly.
I felt a rising warmth in my face and it wasnât a fever spiking, âwhy?â
âBecause I like it,â he said, his voice so light, so airy there was almost no sound at all.
I took a step towards him and tilted my head up, our eyes glued together and I was unable to pull away. I could sense his hand nearing my waist and I didnât tell him to stop. It was only then that I realised how badly I wanted this.
âJameson I-â
âHey guys!â Xanderâs cheery voice is quick to snap me out of my lovelorn trance, âooo itâs the new girl.â
âIt is,â I coughed, wiping my hand awkwardly on my trousers as I stepped away from Jameson, ânice to see you again,â
âAre you playing strip bowling?â he continued, analysing his surroundings, before turning to Jameson with a rueful expression on his face, âwithout me? Again! Why am I even here anymore?â
âSorry Xander,â he shrugged, composed as of two moments before nothing had happened at all between us, âIâll catch you next time.â
âThatâs what you said last time and now look,â he protested, âI mean would it kill you to ask me to play?â
âI said sorry,â Jameson defended arms in the air, as if heâs being arrested.
âItâs like that one scene in Frozen,â Xander sighed, âwhen baby Elsa shuts baby Anna out, you know the whole âdo you wanna build a snowmanâ sequence.ââ
âJameson how could you!â I gasped.
âRight!â Xander said, looking at me, âI knew I liked you.â
âIâm quite likeable I suppose,â I grinned.
âTomorrow, three am strip bowling,â Jameson said to Xander, âmy treat?âďżź
âThrow in snacks and drink and youâre on,â he grinned, nodding.
âDone,â Jameson nodded, âhey Xand, on the topic of strip bowling, I do have a question for you.â
âShoot,â he said, with
âDo earrings count in strip bowling?â he asked, shooting a sly smile my way.
I scrunched my nose up at him which only widened his pathetic smile.
âYes,â Xander responded. My eyes widened and my face lit up. I was unable to form any competent words.
âHa!â I exclaimed, pointing at Jameson.
âWhat?â Jameson protested loudly, his face flattened, his smile no more, âsince when?â
âDonât you remember when you pierced your left ear when you were thirteen because you thought it would make you look edgy?â Xander replied, âyou wore an earring for 6 months and always insisted it counted in strip bowling!â
âYou did what?â I gaped, trying so hard to suppress my giggles.
âOh shut up,â he snapped at me and rolled his eyes, âthanks Xand.â
âYouâre welcome,â he smiled.
âEmbarrassing me through childhood stories is Nashâs thing though,â he replied.
âHe let me trade for an hour,â Xander shrugged.
âSo whatâs he doing,â I asked.
âCreating a machine with odd qualities whilst simultaneously consuming several blueberry scones,â he said, ââŚobviously.â
âI shouldâve seen that one coming,â Jameson sighed.
âYou shouldâve, do you even know your own brothers?â he replied in mock offence.
âSometimes I donât know,â he shrugged, âhonestly you surprise when even when I think you canât anymore.â
âWell Iâll see you two lobsters later, my eyebrows growing back to much, I need to singe it off again with something explosive!â
He rushed off before I could even respond. This house was mental, but in the best way possible.
I turned to Jameson confused, âLobsters?â
âThatâs what youâre asking about?â he almost laughed.
âWhy lobsters?â
âI donât know,â he replied, hands crammed into his pockets, green eyes making me hallucinate being in his arms even more.
I waited. I waited for him to pick up where we left off, for his hand to actually grip my waist, for our lips to tingle with each others taste but there was nothing. He did nothing. The silence is the loudest force in the room and it made my heartache.
âYou used to wear an earring,â I grinned, changing to subject to heal my sinking heart.
âLetâs revisit the lobster debate,â he replied, turning rosy. It was cute.
âOh no no no, you are not getting out of this one,â I said with a giggle.
âWhere thereâs a will thereâs a way,â he countered, with a nonchalant shrug.
âSo what kind of earring was it, diamond?â I continued, with a smile I knew would probably be annoying him.
âIâm not answering you,â he replied bluntly.
âThatâs okay, Iâll just ask Xander, or Nash when theyâve switched back,â I mused.
âThey wonât give up that kind of information to a practical stranger,â he scoffed.
âDonât be so sure, I thought they surprised you every day,â I countered, quoting him.
âYouâre annoying,â he scrunched up his nose.
âOne of my many many talents,â I shrugged softly.
âDonât get too cocky,â he warned, with the kind of Hawthorne smirk that was to die for.
I raised my eyebrows, âsays the king of cockiness.â
âYouâve known me less than a day,â he deadpanned.
âMy inference skills are also incredible,â I winked.
He laughed a little, âwhat should we do now then?â
âI donât know, find something else to do?â I said.
âYou donât want to carry on with strip bowling?â he replied
âThere wonât be much to strip in a minute,â I scoffed, gesturing to my limited clothing.
âThatâs part of the game,â he replied, shooting me a lopsided grin.
âYouâve known me for less than a day,â I mocked.
Jameson glared at me playfully, âdonât quote me.â
âBut itâs fun,â I whined, pouting slightly.
âYouâre annoying,â he replied, messing up my hair.
âAnother one of my many perks!â I responded, ducking under his arm whilst slapping him away.
âHow about a game of poker?â he asked, the subject changing so fast I nearly got whiplash.
Iâd never been that good at poker. Iâd been taught when I was younger, I knew the basic rules but I hadnât played in years. I was rusty. I remembered the last time Iâd played, in a bar at fourteen. Iâd snagged myself one hundred dollars. I was praying for the miracle to reensue.
âAre you a betting man Hawthorne?â I raised a challenging eyebrow, one he couldnât ignore. Avery mentioned that he couldnât turn down a challenge.
âAll Hawthornes are betting men,â he said coolly.
âThat sounds risky,â I grinned.
âNot if you donât mind taking the risk,â he cocked his head to the side.
âWhere are your playing cards?â I asked.
He picked up his jacket and shook the sleeve gently, a packet of cards falling into his open hand. I suppressed my shock.
âTheyâre up your sleeve,â I said dryly, âhow original.â
âI think you mean impressive,â he replied.
âIf it helps you sleep at night, then sure impressive,â I responded.
âYou wound me,â he faked a wince, holding onto his heart.
âBlood goes well with your eyes,â I shrugged.
âBetter make a deeper wound then,â he murmured, our faces dangerously close.
âOkay,â I bit my bottom lip, ââŚI beat you at chess a few hours ago.â
âToo deep princess,â he replied.
âPrincess?â I questioned, my eyebrows knotting together.
âWhatâs wrong with it?â he shrugged.
âItâs not my name,â I said bluntly.
âMy apologies Princess y/n,â he grinned, taking a step back to bow before me.
I smacked the back of his head, âyouâre not as funny as you think you are.â
âI think youâve already used that line,â he countered, standing up, tentatively touching the back of his head.
âThought Iâd reinforce it,â I said.
âRemind me to teach you how to slap,â he replied, trying to get under my skin, âthat was pathetic.â
âI know it hurt you,â I smiled, âdonât be stubborn.â
âPoker,â he sing-songed waving the cards at me as we sat on the floor.
I crossed my legs and watched as he shuffled the cards. Heâd probably done it thousands of times, seen as the motions were so fluid, so captivating. Like an illusion. He cracked one of his signature grins my way and then he dealt.
âThis isnât hawthorne poker is it?â I asked, as he finished up.
âNo itâs just regular poker,â he replied, âfor now.â
His smirk made my insides tingle and my head go a little fuzzy. We picked up our card and he analysed his set sharply. He was on it, he was ready. Unlike when he was playing chess, he was tense. His focus was harder, his intensity was stronger. He was like a raging fire containing in a bottle coated in kerosine.
It was time to play.
***
There was a flash. My head whipped around to look at the window and I dropped all my cards. Thumped rumbled in the distance and I approached the window to see if it was raining. A second flash.
âLightning,â Jameson mused from behind me, making me jump.
âThereâs a storm coming,â I whispered.
âThatâs ominous,â he chuckles, his breath is so hot on the back of my neck that it makes me shiver.
âLetâs hope it isnât our authorâs use of pathetic fallacy,â I turned my head so our faces are close.
âOur author?â he furrowed his brows.
âWhoever writes the stories weâre living,â I replied.
âSo thatâs how you think of things?â he asked, sounding somewhere between amused and curious.
âThe things we do, the people we meet, the places we see, itâs all meant to be, someone wrote it for us,â I smiled, âitâs prettier to think that it was in the stars but even if itâs not, itâs all written somewhere.â
âThat must be on hell of a book,â he grinned, then said, âyou dropped your cards.â
I turned to face him, âI know.â
âYou had a straight flush,â he replied. It was true. I had done better than Iâd ever done at poker, apparently the miracle workers were on my side today.
âI know,â I nodded.
âAnd I couldnât tell,â he said slowly.
âI know,â I repeat, eyebrows raised.
âYou were going to beat me,â he stated, ââŚagain.â
First at chess, now at poker, he was getting sensitive.
âI-â
âDonât say I know again,â he said quickly.
âOkay,â I replied.
âNo one has ever beaten me at poker before,â he said.
âI must be extra special then,â I joked.
âI think youâre more than that,â he smiled.
My lips parted, âwhat?l
âI think youâre beautiful,â he murmured, the green of his eyes too addicting to turn away from.
I was caught off guard. Was this some sort of fantasy? Beautiful. He had just called me beautiful. My heart raced all of a sudden and fireworks went off in my brain. I was too tongue tied in shock and joy to reply.
âThank you?â I managed to say after a few beats.
No. No. No. No. I cursed myself. I didnât mean to say that, like that. That wasnât how it was meant to sound. If there had been a table near by I wouldâve whacked my head on it a good few times.
âTell me you feel it to,â Jameson pleaded, his void a low hum, âwhatever the hell this is between us.â
âOh I can feel it,â I replied, my voice quiet, seductive.
âThat makes this difficult,â he exhaled slowly.
âWhy?â
âBecause I canât trust myself with you,â he admitted, looking into my eyes, his expression so pained it made me ache.
âThen trust me,â I insisted, taking his hands into mine.
âYouâre driving me crazy,â he chuckled lightly, âin the best possible way. I canât stop thinking about you.â
âFunny you seem to be doing the same with me,â I giggled.
His face suddenly grew solemn, a look I hadnât seen a lot of his face, âyou donât want this with me, I promise you Iâm dangerous.â
âI like dangerous,â I shrugged.
âTarget on my back, run into fire for fun, love too hard kind of dangerous,â he clarified, studying my face for any sign of me changing my mind.
âIâll reevaluate that statement then,â I said, pausing.
He waited, so still, so quiet that I questioned whether he was breathing.
âI love dangerous,â I whispered, my eyes lighting up.
He only smiled at me then leaned down, cupping my face in his palms. His scent washed over me, delicate and alluring. His lips neared mine and I closed my eyes. The first kiss was gentle and sweet, it was the soft kind of kiss that every girl dreams her first kiss would be. But after that first few sweetened kisses, I got hungrier, I wanted not just to taste him but to indulge in him.
I kissed him harder with a new added passion and he realised I wasnât messing around, that I wasnât afraid. He delivered back, not worried to be rougher with his kisses. We moved with the emotion and the intensity of the moment. A fiery feeling ignited my heart. Love. My back hit the wall and his hands found their way to my waist. Pinned by a frenzy of kisses, I suddenly remembered I needed to breathe. It seemed Jameson did to. We pulled away, chests both heaving, hearts both racing.
âLobsters,â I murmured breathlessly.
âWhat?â he asked, the most adorable confusion plastered across his soft features.
âLobsters,â I smiled like an idiot, âthey mate for life.â
a/n: people who actually know how to play poker, donât come at me, I know I need to learn!!
warning you guys now there will be no part 3 đđ sorry
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Rain and Rooftops
Miguel Oâhara x F!Reader
Enemies to lovers fluff ig and use of google translate (my Spanish grandparents are defo cussing me out) NO SPOILERS I think??
You could feel your body temperature slowly drop, bones threatening to rattle against your dimming soul as you stared out into the city below - cold and harsh wetness rapidly falling against your once warm cheeks.
The rain seemed to melt against you once it hit your cooling skin, the icy water running fast and unforgiving - turning everything so numb that you couldn't feel the warmth of your tears as they fell too - mixing and sloshing together.
You didn't bother to fix your lopsided bomber jacket, your ripped 'hero' costume exposing most of your upper-body and letting the rain lick away at the various cuts and soothe the bruises.
It was oddly comforting.
Averting your eyes, you trailed over the rapidly growing pool around you, smears of red becoming more and more prominent the more you let yourself sit.
You were too tired to move.
Too tired to fight.
Fiddling with the mask in your hand, you waited patiently - feeling yourself grow more limp as your decision sunk in, smiling fondly at the cloud of pride blooming in your chest at how long you had survived.
You were beginning to think he was going easy on you but today proved how grossly wrong your underestimation was.
'Estoy empezando a pensar que has olvidado cĂłmo hablar Bandog.' You weakly joked, the nickname rolling off your tongue.
'I'm starting to think you've forgotten how to speak Bandog.'
His sigh from somewhere behind you made the smile on your lips deepen even more.
'Your nickname is stupid.'
If you had the energy to shrug you would've, probably even spit a few nasty remarks about how he fitted the description of a bandog more than the breed itself and then boom - make a hasty get-a-way by the skin of your teeth and find another temporary home to call yours until you were found again.
You didn't reply.
You didn't move a single muscle when the pool of rain around you reflected a different kind of red, more fluorescent and mixed with a equally bright blue.
His obnoxiously brilliant suit poked at the corner of your stare, almost demanding your attention as he kneeled next to you, another sigh interrupting the cool rain and the sound of your soulless breathing.
You ignored his stare.
'No smart remarks or new tricks to show off?' You could feel his stare analysing you - guessing your next move although all your chest pieces laid scattered across the board beaten.
Your obvious defeat was humiliating to say the least but you refused to admit it aloud.
Instead you just allowed yourself to crumble, mask slipping from your grip and landing with a splat and your cheeks growing warm once again as your tears caught up to the rain.
I give up, it was so easy to say but your lips remained sealed.
Miguel watched silently as you seemed to deteriorate right beside him, ears just waiting for the words to leave you but even he knew that despite how utterly defeated you looked, you'd never give him that much.
He'd wait anyways though, it just made this all that much easier.
'I told you that you couldn't just run away niĂąa pequeĂąa. So. Many. Times.'
And now you were hurt.
He evaded his stare when you refused to spare a glance his way, jaw set in a hard and unforgiving grind as the rain surrounding you both bounced directly off his suit and onto the roof below in wet sloshes.
Yours, or what was left of it, allowed the water in - welcoming it to rock your temperature to a point where you looked frozen over, body the most unmoving and still heâd ever seen it.
He had been chasing you for almost a year now, your weekly run inâs together always ending worse than the one before.
He finally had you.
Yet, he didn't budge from he was kneeled beside your form - something raw and stubborn in his gut telling him to just stay fucking put.
In his head he replayed the last half an hour in his head, over and over again - searching in his brain for the exact moment you were injured but coming up short.
Coming to the conclusion that it must've been one of the other five spider-folk who's mission was to bring you in, he furrowed his eyebrows and scowled deeply at the relief that it wasn't him.
'Idiota.' He muttered to himself lowly.
He felt his chin jutt instinctually forward in surprise when there was a sudden weight on his bicep, the coldness emitting from the touch so much that he could feel it seep through his suit.
His hair swayed slightly as he turned his head to look down at you, head resting against him and your chin tipped down so he was barley able to catch a glimpse of your soft features.
He watched silently, eyes darting to your chest to make sure it rose and fell as it should before back up to you.
However, you were slowly slumping further and further down - supple cheek that was once squished against him now sliding away.
His arm opposite you shot out to cup your jaw in his large hand, careful of his now retracting claws and tilting your head up to his view - thumb and index making your cheeks look chubby and plush like.
He scoffed but felt himself relax slightly, lips twitching ever so slightly at the corners.
He gazed at you for a moment, red eyes taking in every feature that he was never give the chance to properly even look at, your goal of wriggling out his grip every chance you got proving successful so far.
Releasing his hold on you - he allowed you to fall, gravity pulling your weight down before he caught you and scooped you up with now both his hands.
He averted his eyes as he stood, almost as if it was taboo to have your form smooched to his chest and dead to the world - however the only remotely âforbidden' thing happening was the spread of warmth in his chest.
He felt lighter somehow, his footsteps weightless as he effortlessly carried you.
Hands moving on muscle memory, he fiddled with his watch - your body still supported by his forearms as sudden sparks of light and rapidly moving swirls materialised in front of him.
Using the excuse of having to wait for the portal to finalise itself, he allowed himself an innocent and brief glance down at you - lips set in a pout and disturbed slightly from where you had nudged your way impossibly closer to him.
He was just checking for any more scrapes or bruises that was all-
'Woahh, you finally caught her?' Miguel snapped his red eyes to the sudden appearance of Jess, her sunglass covered gaze peering down at you curiously.
'Yes.' He deadpanned, rolling his eyes.
'Only took you a year, you wanna wake her up or.?'
He let a beat pass over then before he sidestepped her, mask replacing over his face as he did.
'She's fine where she is.'
Daydreamed this and I've never rushed back home so fast in my life
Kofi <3
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