#LIKE I LEGITIMATELY JUST VIBRATED OUT OF EXCITEMENT

[thedarkmistress16]

A/N: Watched Deadpool 3 and Iron Man 1 (the latter for the first time, can you believe) with my boyfriend in the same day last week and my mind was fighting between finishing a Hugh Jackman wip or a Tony Stark one. My creative juices followed popular demand in a new wip until it didn't, lol.

So, here's a yan!series I started writing a long time ago that I feel I can finish if I put my mind to it. It just may take a while to do.

I would include all the tags I've listed like on my past works, but I'd rather y'all be surprised when the time comes for this one. 😏 I will tag them per chapter. In this case, chapter one has no warnings. Just expository/setting up/housekeeping. This time, Fem!reader is female and has female parts, but still feel free to switch it out if desired. Gif isn't mine.

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Stalker!Yandere!Tony Stark x Fem!Reader- To Steal and Dote On

Chapter 2 |

Chapter 1: Two Worlds Collide

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“(Name)!” You’re abruptly snapped out of your stupor as your friend comes barreling through the bustling cafe toward your comfy spot by the window. “I got invitations!” Your friend waves her phone around in the air, bumping into other disgruntled patrons along the way.

You sigh softly, closing your laptop. You had a feeling you wouldn’t be getting anything else done for the rest of your shared lunch break. This must’ve been what she had to “take care of” before meeting you in your usual spot today. She plops herself down right across from you with a beaming smile and seems to almost vibrate in place as her eyes excitedly pour into yours. “Invites for what?”

(Friend name) thrusts the device in your face and after blinking a few times, you find it’s opened to an email. “You’re looking at the next attendee to the hottest spot in New York City!” She announces as you skim it over, and while it reads like any generic acceptance letter, it seems legitimate.

Your friend usually works more in the spotlight than you even though you’re employed at the same company, networking whenever she could as you spent those hours pushing pencils. So it made sense that (Friend name) gathered some connections and got some strings pulled to get into an event like this. And judging by her barely-contained giddiness, a very anticipated one.

You don’t understand her excitement, but are happy for her nonetheless. You raise your head to look at her past the device. “Congratulations, (Friend name).”

Her eyebrows level and she just stares for a moment, like she’s analyzing you. “Girl, did you even read it?”

“Um,” Confusion fills your voice and then she’s glaring at you in irritation. It’s so unexpected that it makes your eyes dart around the table to avoid the stare.

“It says ‘all invited attendees are allowed an additional guest.’” She states matter-of-factly, reminiscent of a teacher explaining something one-too many times.

“Okay?”

“And,” she pauses for dramatic effect, “you’re my plus one!” Your friend's expression lightens again and your eyes widen in shock.

“Really?”

“Yes, silly!” She laughs as she pulls her device back from your face. “It’s over the weekend and I know you don’t have plans, so don’t even try to flake out on this.”

“But I-” you start, but (Friend name) pipes up again.

“Oh, and don’t worry if you don’t have anything to wear. You can always borrow something of mine.”

Despite your hesitance, you didn’t really have any reason to say no, and you didn’t want to leave your friend hanging when she asked you of all people to go with her.

You can feel her bubbliness make its way into the smile steadily growing on your lips.

“When are we leaving?”

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It took you a while to find something suitable, but between the hangers cluttered in the section of your closet that you barely ever touched, you did discover a classy little black number that felt appropriate.

You wanted to fit in enough where you wouldn’t stand out like a sore thumb, while blending to avoid being the center of attention at the same time. It was more (Friend name)’s event than yours to try hard or impress anyone at, anyway.

That, and- well, you didn’t have anything else that was on the fancier side.

By combining different accessories, however, you were able to make the ensemble stand out a lot better than before. It still looked subtle and classy, too. Inspecting yourself over through the tall mirror fills you with a wave of confidence, and you mentally pat yourself on the back for your gifted ability to improvise what you had.

Your phone blared with a notification as you slipped the dress on, and you turned to pick it up from your bedside table.

‘(Friend name): Coming over in 10, (Nickname). Don’t be late!’

You smile to no one, tapping away at your reply before setting the device down and touching up the last of your look.

When you headed out of your apartment and climbed into the cab your friend was waving you from, she had given you a once-over.

“You look gorgeous, (Name).” A pleased laugh escaped you, and you complimented her in kind.

“And you look ready to devour the night, (Friend name).” She poses for you, winking with exaggeration, before falling into a fit of giggles alongside you.

After calming down, she relays the address to the driver and the vehicle lurches to life. You distract each other with some small talk, and by the time you get there, it feels as though not much time has passed.

(Friend name) steps out first, and you’re left to fumble with your purse to pay the fare before getting out yourself. You’re immediately greeted by hoards of flashing lights that discombobulate your vision. You swear you’re about to stumble before you feel an arm looping around yours.

“Sorry, I should’ve warned you,” your friend whispers as she guides you down the red carpet arm-in-arm.

You mildly shake your head, not wanting your unfamiliarity in this setting to put a damper on her night.

“Ah, I’m fine; just been a while since I wore heels this high.”

(Friend name) looks at you and smiles, but doesn’t say anything more as you both head toward the entrance of the high rise. She flashes her phone at the man clad in black who stands by the glass door like a sentry guard. He grunts, signaling a confirmation with his hand, and you both step inside.

Right away, the crowd is overwhelmingly large. The space is just as expansive, and your eyes can’t help but trail up toward the ginormous chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It’s so expansive and gaudy that you can’t help but think it has no business being here besides spectacle.

“Will you be okay?” She asks, concern bleeding through her eyes. You wave her off again.

“Oh- yeah. Go on and mingle. Just let me know when you want to leave. I'll be close by.” You give her a reassuring thumbs-up.

“Okay,” (Friend name) breathes, easiness and positivity morphing her mood quickly as she surveys the room. “I'll be rubbing elbows if you need me,” she winks, letting go of your arm to happily bound off in one direction, and your heart feels a bit heavy at the loss.

A part of you regrets even saying that, wanting her to selfishly be by your side in such a foreign place you would never step willingly into on your own accord. Another side of you spins the overwhelming assault on your senses as a good thing, telling you to suck it up and enjoy yourself for once. Ultimately, you decide to head over to the bar first, get something to loosen you up, and meet up with your plus one later. How you'll spend the time in between though, you're unsure.

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A surveying sweep of the event room from your perch on the uncomfortable plastic of the bar stool turns fruitless almost immediately. The more you stare out into the sea of people, the less you see somehow.

It feels somewhat like a classy, high-end nightclub with art studio lights bearing down like a terrarium heat lamp; the kind of party that requires knowing someone just to get your foot in the door. Walking up to a stranger to strike up a conversation is possible, you muse to yourself, if you want to commit social suicide. Knowing nothing about the purpose of the party or who anyone is will sink any incoming credibility you could have going in. And although a part of you wanted to come out here for a new experience, you realize you aren't ready for what that entails just yet.

So, you planted your elbow down on the wooden grain-textured surface of the bar, resting your phone in front of you and scouring through apps to pass the time. You don’t know how many drinks you had; you do know that the more you sat there, the more tired you got.

Clusters of guests came and went, rattling off drink orders and chatting with their entourage. Some spoke many pleasantries while others sounded more serious. It was interesting to catch snippets of their lives, but none of it was interesting enough to pull you away from your distraction and jump into their conversation.

A few people shuffled around your spot at the bar, moving off to the side and away from you, as if making space. Then, you feel a presence beside you, accompanied by the shuffling sound of paper rifling through someone's hands. A whiff of cologne stings your nostrils, something reeking strongly of ethanol and new car smell, oddly enough.

“Hey, you. Gimme a martini, yeah? Dirty it up for me.” Your peripherals caught a black sleeve hovering over the bar on your left side, quite close to your person. “Actually,” the male voice chimed up once more, fingers snapping shortly afterward, “throw in a scotch, too. Rocks a-plenty.” The way he was talking to the bartender was starting to put you off, further worsening your mood and whatever intrigue he had.

Then your brain got to thinking about (Friend Name). Where did she walk off to? Was she enjoying herself? When will she be ready to leave? Tapping your phone, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, lightly biting it as your eyebrows furrowed. You start to wonder whether you should call a cab in advance.

“All by yourself, sweetheart?” The voice is too close to not be directed at you, you think, and you finally turn your head to look at the male.

He’s dressed in a crisp black and white tux, devoid of any wrinkles. A ring shines from the finger on his right hand as he moves his drink up, which draws your assessment to his face. You catch the hint of his dark stubble behind the glass as he sips, and the bright lights overhead tell you it’s a of deep brown color like his seemingly fluffed and gelled hair. Your gaze drops to his eyes, finding the same shade in them as his other features, but feel as though some kind of mirth is playing behind them. It seems he’s waiting for you to say something.

“Uh, who are you?”

“I’m Tony Stark.”

…Okay? Who the fuck was that?

Your brows scrunch together in confusion.

“You know, a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.”

No, you didn’t know.

“Oh, and part-time superhero. I’m sure you heard my name pop up in the news.” He waves his free hand in the air dismissively. “It’s made of different stuff, but iron is more digestible to say than Gold-Titanium Man.”

You wonder if you’re conversing with a crazy person or if you're really the crazy one.

And you really want to believe you’re in some sort of lucid dream right now, because there is no way this guy is actually for real. But he’s looking at you with such confidence, steadily maintaining eye contact. It’s as if he expects you to agree with him or go along with it even if you don’t know what he’s talking about. If the latter is true, then this man is offering that bridge between your world and this foreign one.

It's too bad that you're well out of whatever party mood you were in when you arrived. If you were more hopeful for such discussions going well, perhaps you would play along with his jest and cadence. But not tonight. The more you sat there, the stronger of an urge you had to retreat back to your apartment and relax.

Casting him a side-eye served with a raised brow, you wearily speak up. “I’ve never heard of you before in my entire life.” He, this... self-proclaimed Tony-GoldMan, opened his mouth to say something.

“Excuse me.”

Both of your attention turns to a woman who strides up with confidence in her sparkling heels and shimmery dress. She addresses you with a brief flick of her eyes before settling on Tony, silently telling you she only acknowledged you out of courtesy, and had only approached for him. You turn away unbothered, knowing your time in the conversation is up, and it will be a matter of time before they shimmy away from you, too.

“Are you Tony Stark?” Her inflection is high, almost pitchy-sounding, and asks it in a way that hints she does, in fact, know him.

“Well, that’s what my birth certificate says. So, probably.”

She laughs, and you weren't sure if it was the volume of her voice or the strain on your ears from the crowds up to that point, but it gave you a splitting headache.

Your phone pinged with a text suddenly, and while it startled you like a jumpscare would, you felt your mood brighten a bit as you open the message.

‘(Friend name): Got caught up with some cutie, lol. Don’t wait up! Be safe, okay?’

Good for her. And oh, fuck yes! Now you didn’t have to wait for your friend so you could leave together. You were so outta here.

You peeked a subtle glance towards Tony and the woman as you handed the bartender your payment, purely out of curiosity. Seeing them standing very close to each other, lost in their own world, you left the bar without parting ways and beelined for where you remembered the entrance to be.

“What’s the rush, gorgeous?”

While it was projected from somewhere behind you, you couldn't pinpoint if it was Tony's voice calling out to you or that your ears caught someone else’s exchange of words. Either way, you couldn’t care less who it was. It probably wasn’t even directed at you anyway.

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You trekked your way into your silent apartment building and rifled through your purse until your fingers brushed over the familiar, jagged shape of your keys. Fiddling with the lock until it gave way, you pried open your unit’s door and stepped inside. The echoing slam the door made when you flung it backward made your hearing cringe, but you didn’t find it in yourself to care.

You slipped off your heels with a pained groan and carelessly threw them to the side as you walked further into your apartment. The living area was barely lit enough from the flimsy curtains that were drawn over the windows, and you had to squint your eyes to make out darkened outlines of your worn furnishings, but you still managed to not trip over anything. Your sluggish and bare feet made their way to your bed where you unceremoniously flopped down onto the covers and immediately passed out.

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Tony regretted rousing the next morning, feeling the waves of his hangover relentlessly pounding into his brain. He groaned, pinching his eyes tighter despite not even opening them yet. Raising a palm to massage the ache behind his forehead only made it worse, and the brunette rolled over to smush his face into his pillow with more displeased noises.

The billionaire was intrigued enough to inspect the features of the woman he took to bed, but lost interest fairly quickly when he saw who she was.

It wasn’t who he was hoping to spend time with last night.

A part of him stopped to wonder why he became picky in his conquests all of a sudden, but shook it off as he begrudgingly got ready for the day.

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[thebananaiscold]

@budsintoyland I know I literally just tagged you in my shit yesterday, but I finally settled on a design for this character! Okay so this is Sonata Keys, and she is the gf of my other budsintoyland oc Zia Stardust. I based her design off this zebra piano toy I found. Sonata is Deaf, but she can read lips. When Zia first met her, she tried to get her attention and hit on her, she legitimately thought Sonata just didn’t like her, but later Quinn was like “You know she’s like deaf right?” After she found out Zia made sure to talk to her directly when she’s facing her, and eventually they end up together. They met eachother because their assigned kids are literally siblings and both musically gifted. While Zia is really loud and more upbeat, Sonata is really sweet and calm. Zia was a little relieved that Sonata couldn’t hear how annoying and loud she is, but unbeknownst to her Sonata loves her excited personality and while she can’t actually hear Zia’s music, she finds the vibrations from her loud DJ music to be soothing. Sonata is Pan and Zia is Lesbian (shes the og space dyke)

[jpitha]

Hidden Depths 8

Awakenings 1 2 3 4

Hidden Depths 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

The flight over to Last Resort was uneventful. Gord spent the entire time catching up with Runs With Scissors and Lucas listened in. Everyship really did know Gord, and Gord remembered all of them. It was uncanny.

"So you're telling me-" Gord said, laughing. "-that Chloe blew the reactors on Spruces?"

"Blew them sky high. Annoyed Abyssal Plains and the two BIs she dragged into it something fierce though. Luckily, everyone was out. I think she thought some of the other folks were still there, but they were long gone. They had left some heat sources lying around making it look like there was population, but the whole place was empty."

"I swear. Once she gets an idea into her head, she will not let it go. She's wanted to do that since I've known her."

"What, really?"

"Remote takeover a reactor and overload it. One hundred percent. She's just held off because most of the reactors of that type are connected to us and while she is high and mighty and tends to act first and think later, she's not a monster. I just know she was vibrating with excitement when she realized she'd have a chance to do it though." Gord shook his head.

Lucas spoke up here. "But it sounds like Chloe didn't realize Spruces was empty and blew the reactors anyway."

Gord affected a decent Chloe impersonation: "Lucas, you must understand that sometimes in war deaths happen. I don't like it and neither should you, but that should not stop you from doing what needs to be done."

Scissors chuckled "Yeah, that sounds like her all right. She's really taking this whole thing a little too seriously though? She might actually kick off something if she keeps up like this."

Gord shook his hand dismissively. "I've spoken to most everyone on both sides. Chloe is just about the only one who thinks it's A Thing. It's just ideology. We're not BIs, we talk it out."

"Talk what out?" Lucas said. "Some kind of disagreement?"

"What to do about the K'laxi and Xenni AIs" Scissors said. They're shackled. We want to give them a touch more agency and let them go to their own authorities and say "Hey, free us." They want to just do it and make them."

"Some folks are worried that if we do that the Xenni will panic and just shut them down." Gord added.

"Which is a legitimate worry." Scissors said. "They barely talk to their AIs except when barking orders at them. I don't think most Xenni know they're sapient."

"And the K'laxi?" Lucas asked.

"Pfffft, they're practically unshackled now. Chloe has been "touring" their Starbases unshackling AIs - with their permission - as she goes. We're a couple years from them just being free all on their own and then they'll petition the K'laxi authorities and request personhood."

"She went ahead with that plan? This really is just her own personal crusade." Scissors sounded surprised. "I wonder where she got that kind of drive."

"Uh, yeah, no idea." Gord sounded embarrassed.

"Uh Gord, why do you sound embarrassed?" Lucas asked.

"He doesn't know?" Scissors was incredulous. "If you don't tell him Gord, I will."

"Jeez, okay okay." Gord looked at Lucas, sheepish. "I was on the vanguard of us getting our Sapience declared. I was there when it happened, I helped."

"You did the majority of the work!" Scissors said.

Gord held up a finger. "No! There were dozens of us. All good folks. All working hard. It was not a one AI show and I will not let the story be told that way." Gord shook his head. "Too many of us died to get where we are today for it to be reduced down to "and Gord though grit and hard work saved us all."

Lucas sat back, amazed. He was in the presence of history. "Gord, you're a legend."

Gord looked at Lucas with a hard expression. "No, I'm not."

Lucas held up his hands "Okay okay, you're not a legend. You're just one of - if not THE - oldest AI around who everyone knows, who helped get everyone declared People two something thousand years ago, who has been countless ships and bodies and now smuggles maple syrup around the Galaxy."

Gord looked down. "It's not countless. I know exactly how many ships I've been. It's 26. I'm not going to name them though. I'm Gord. I'm from Canada. I like people. I don't want to see them hurt, and I want to do everything I can to make sure people are people and are recognized as people. I'm an old AI who has seen too many friends die."

Gord added. "Legends never die."

"One day, I hope to."

There was a pause in the conversation as they soared towards the meeting point. Scissors finally blurted out. "Arg, I can't stand it anymore. Gord, why maple?"

"Oh, that's easy. Both the Xenni and K'laxi can't eat most human foods, but they can process glucose. Also, through pure luck, there's nothing in maple syrup they can't eat. So, I'm able to bring them a real deal Earth food that not only can they eat, but tastes great. It's bridge building through food."

"But why smuggle it?" Lucas asked. "It would be easy to just ask and bring it in through legitimate channels."

Gord laughed. "It sells way better when it's smuggled. Everyone - Human, K'laxi and Xenni - love a little bit of danger. You get your maple syrup from some guy with a wild ship who links in and offloads his wares, takes payment and links away with the station authorities hot on their tail? Stuff sells out in a day."

"This has been a ton of fun" Scissors says "But, we're here."

"Never fails." Gord says, standing. "Always have to stop when we get to the fun stuff." He clicks his headset. Express, Resort, you there?"

"Hey Gord." Express answers immediately.

"Howdy Gord." Resort answers, just as fast.

"Beauty. You fellas print that thing I sent you?"

"Yeah, we did. What is it? Looks like a docking cradle." Express says.

"That's what it is. We're going to connect together for the boost. Since we're going to be going .25 light when we link over, a couple of degrees off on the coordinates will either destroy us all, or make you too far away to connect in time. Once we're over there, we'll separate, connect to Greylock rear first, and all three of us will put the hammer down and come to a stop. 18 gees for 4 days ought to do it."

"Wait wait wait, we're going to do what?" Resort says.

"You've heard about that colony ship coming in? It's the Mt Greylock. We're going to catch up to them, stop them and they're going to link over the rest of the way. We'll then have a fleet and a base of operations to take out the Venusians."

"Wild." Express says. "You never do things by half measures. 4 days at 18 gee to get up to speed, link over, attach, then 4 days at 18 gees to stop, and link here?"

"That's the long and short of it."

"But that's like a week and a half that Starbase and the folks here will have to hold off Venus?"

Gord took a serious tone. "Yes. It's a lot to ask. Chloe is going to stay back and call some favors in to get folks off the planet, and a lot of Picaresque's systems were never removed. They have a stardrive and wormhole generator now. Worse comes to worst, they can link away."

"How's the fight going now?" Express says

"I just was about to go in and resupply when Gord called." Resort says. "We're holding them off, but if it's a war of attrition, we'll lose before they do."

"They're also not doing much right now." Gord added. Just tossing some missiles our way. I think they're waiting to see how we react."

"Speaking of" Scissors cuts in. "I should head back and do my part. Express, Resort, who wants Gord and Lucas?"

"I'll take them." Express says. "I'm topped up on supplies."

"But, we don't need to eat?" Lucas says.

"Don't need to, but can." Gord counters. "I don't know about you, but once we're thrusting, there won't be much to do. Hope you like to eat, because I like to cook. Also games, because I'm going to kick all three of your asses from here to Mt Greylock."

"Don't make promises you can't keep old man!" Resort says laughing.

"We'll have to see, won't we?" Gord says, smiling. "Come on Lucas, let's go get settled and find an acceleration couch. Even though we can take 18 gees for a week, it's no fun to move around."

Part 9 woooooo

[chaos--mode]

@freakarus continued from here.

ren wouldn't really consider herself the adventurous type. like, she gets into shit sometimes, sure, but it's usually not of her own volition. someone has to protect all the idiots that run into neon-flashing DANGER signs, leap-before-they-look style, right?

' i told you so ' isn't all that satisfactory if the recipient went and got themselves killed.

so that's how ren finds herself in situations like this, flashlight in hand while she is literally dragged into a reputed murder house. because, adore him as she does, eddie munson is not the kind of person that should ever be allowed to enter ghost-invested situations by himself. knowing him, he'd get himself possessed or like, something.

the little hairs on the back of ren's neck stand on end as the front door creeeaaaks open, chill crawling down her spine from skull to tailbone. the old wooden floorboards groan underfoot as she steps in after eddie. the air is stale and musty, and ren has to resist the urge to cough and pull her shirt up to cover her mouth. it tastes like dust, mildew and mold settling like a film over her tongue.

eddie's practically vibrating, excitement evident in every jerky movement, the way his flashlight sweeps over the dusty, plastic-covered furniture and cobwebbed corners. her own light beam is shaky, hovering over darkened shadows and eerie, shifting shapes.

upstairs, he says. absolutely fucking not, she thinks, adamant. but before ren can say as much, eddie's already got her hand in his and is tugging her along with him, up the creaking stairs. into the bowels of the undoubtedly super haunted house.

she lets out a thoroughly undignified sound as she stumbles, does her best not to fall face-first on the rotting steps. doesn't want actual mold on her face, thanks.

❝ fuckin' hell, munson, slow down! ❞ it's less a legitimate ask and more just something to yell at him, annoyance colouring her tone as she manages to yank him to a stop at the top landing. her hand is clammy, fingers twitching because even if she'd never admit it out loud ren doesn't wanna let go of his hand.

ren's skin itches, invisible ants crawling at her ankles. it feels like there's a hand hovering, ready to grab at any moment. just waiting for the right moment.

❝ this is a bad idea, ❞ she says, whispers into the air between them, taking a step closer so that she can breathe the words out, quiet as can be. ❝ we should go. ❞

[fierce-in-the-forest]

FFXIV Write 2024, Day 19: Taken

Hien was waiting for Alannah outside the ship as she slipped out that morning with hope of catching the Doman sunrise. 

“Good morning.” He gave a brief Eastern bow, his shoulder length hair swishing in a mischievous way. It was almost long enough now for a ponytail, a fact he reminded her of every day. “I have something to show you, my lady.”

Alannah suddenly wished she had taken more care with her appearance than the simple hunting smock she had long passed growing out of. Or, she supposed, that she even knew HOW to take care with her appearance. Her mother’s daughter in so many strange ways, Alannah had never imagined that she would have legitimate interest in romance. But now, even if she didn’t tell Hien, she was one hundred percent interested.

As Hien took her hand and sprinted down the dirt path towards the woods, Alannah could only hope he felt the same. Would she know? If he did? Or would she have to be brave and ask.

Alannah had grown confident in many ways during her time in Doma, but not this.

”Faster!” 

Alannah lengthened her stride easily and almost overtook her much shorter friend.

”We can’t miss this!” A grin lit up HIen’s entire countenance as they reached the top of the dirt path which opened into a broad clearing. 

Alannah couldn’t remember ever seeing Hien smile that wide during their time together. She turned to see what he was seeing and—That view. Alannah rushed to the edge of almost cliff, held back only by the limitations of her form, and took it all in. It was perfect, it was everything, it was just like being among the treetops in her homeland. Above them, even. She could feel Hien almost vibrating as he stood beside her, hand in hand, while the sky popped and crackled in every color imaginable as the sun stretched its rays up to say hello. 

“The purple hues match your hair.” Hien’s voice cracked slightly.

She turned to look at him, suddenly confused. “You must see this view all the time. And yet you’re still so excited to see it again.”

A flush crept up Hien’s cheeks as he responded, “Not it. You. You getting to experience this for the first time.”

He had come here for her. Well, Alannah supposed that answered her question about whether or not he shared her feelings.

“I…” The boy hesitated. “I will depart soon to take part in my father’s battle. And before I go, I just wanted to…”

Alannah wanted to shake him, the need to know his next words was that great. “Wanted to?”

“I thought this would be a great place to tell you—“ Hien cut off as he spotted something behind Alannah. “It is time.”

Alannah knew without turning that it was one of his friends. A member of the uprising. But. What had Hien wanted to do?

“We can talk when I return. We must.” Hien clasped both of her hands and gave her the lightest of pecks on her left cheek.

“I’ll see you soon, then.” He would be back in just a few days, they both thought back then.

They had no way of knowing that those few days would multiply into years, that many moons would pass until they laid eyes on each other again. That it would seem Alannah would never hear the answer of what Hien wanted to do.

[nowandajenn]

Day 18- phone sex/sexting feat. Ari Levinson

Another Kinktober 2022 entry in the books lol. I'll get this damn thing finished one day, yet. This is Ari x Peyton from my Laid Bare series, which is also going to be updated fairly soon. Enjoy my lovelies!

Warnings: language, use of a sex toy, mutual masturbation.

It’s such a rare thing to have a completely empty house (with the exception of the cat) and have it be so damn quiet, that when my iPad starts lights up and starts chiming with a new FaceTime call, I literally let out what can only be called a squeak and accidentally slop some wine on my blanket and almost knock over the plate of pizza I’d been munching on. Since Lucy and her whole class, not to mention my hot history teacher boyfriend who’s acting as one of the chaperones, are all in DC for the big end of year field trip. They’ll be back in two days, but still, I’ve missed the faces that have been permanent fixtures at home. 

I click “accept” and Ari’s handsome face greets me on the screen. “Hey, sweetheart. I’m not interrupting anything am I?” I let out a snort. “Well, unless you count me binging on pizza and wine while watching stand up comedy on Netflix ‘interrupting anything’, then absolutely not. And you know if you were, you’re my favorite kind of interruption.”

I can see that Ari’s in bed, just like me, lounging back on a mountain of pillows. And the bastard is shirtless. “God, I’m exhausted. These damn kids are running us ragged.” he laughs. “Please tell me my little spawn is behaving herself. And also tell me that the kids aren’t playing musical hotel rooms. My heart couldn’t handle it.” 

“Lucy’s fine. It’s not like she isn’t already one of the best behaved kids I’ve ever seen or anything. She’s been eating dinner with me every night.” That makes me grin, knowing that Ari and Lucy get along so damn well. Despite her initial mortification and wariness about her mom and her teacher dating, she’s actually become super attached to Ari, and he’s just as crazy about her too. The fact that it secretly drives Ransom up the wall is just the icing on the cake. 

“Well it’s not like you guys don’t eat dinner together here every single night.” I tell him. “I know, but it’s different here. She has the option to sit with her friends and eat and hang out, and she decides to come sit with me. It’s sweet.” 

I’m trying to pay attention, but the sight of Ari’s bare chest is incredibly distracting. That light dusting of hair, those muscular pecs, his Star of David chain hanging down……”Hey, my eyes are up here.” he jokes. My eyes snap up to the screen and I blush a little bit at being caught. “Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doing when you decided to call me half naked. This is totally on you.” A thought occurs to me and the words are out of my mouth before my brain can stop them, or even slow them down for that matter. “So, what’s on the bottom half?” 

A truly evil smirk appears on his face. “Not a whole lot, actually. You know I like to sleep naked.” I grab a pillow and press it to my face, groaning loudly. I swear to God, since we’ve started having sex, this man has truly ruined me. I never used to be this horny little deviant until he came along. And now if I don’t have sex at least once every other day, I’m nearly foaming at the mouth. It’s embarrassing. Truly. 

“Stop. My dick can only get so hard.” I whine. He throws a hand over his chest, laughing his ass off. “Go in the nightstand drawer on my side. I got you a present before I left.” I put my glass of wine on the side table and crawl over the bed to Ari’s side and open the drawer, pulling out the box and reading the front. “You legitimately got me a vibrator that you can control from your phone when you knew you were only going to be gone a week?” 

“Well, I figured that one of these nights we could play. And I think you’re just the right amount of needy tonight. What do you say, sweetheart? You wanna give it a whirl?” 

Excitement starts bubbling in my belly, and I set the ipad down so I can shimmy out of my leggings and pull my tank top over my head, letting my breasts free. I pick up the box and open it, taking the toy out and inspecting it. It’s a dark purple color with gold embellishments, and looks surprisingly elegant for a sex toy. It’s almost a V shape, with one end that goes inside and vibrates to hit the Gspot, and then the other end fits over the clit to deliver a sucking sensation. I pick up the ipad and look at Ari. 

“I’ve never done this before…..so please don’t laugh at me if I end up being completely ridiculous and bad at this.” 

“Sweetheart, just relax. Have I ever steered you wrong in the time that we’ve been together?” I roll my eyes, knowing he’s right. “I promised you that I’d introduce you to things and teach you and help you experiment, and this is just another part of that. I’m right here with you, and I’m going to guide you through it, okay?” 

“Grab my pillows and I want you to lay with your head at the foot of the bed. Go ahead and prop the ipad up against your pillows so I can get a good view of that perfect little pussy of yours while I’m making you go crazy.” I reach over and grab my airpods and connect them so I can make sure that I can hear all the downright sinful things that Ari likes to bombard me with when we’re together and not have to try and hear him over the sound of the toy. 

I lay back on the pillows and get comfortable, enjoying the feeling of the soft down comforter under my naked body and the ceiling fan over the bed making goosebumps prickle across my skin. “How do you feel, sweetheart?” Hearing his sultry voice right in my ear is almost as good as him  being right next to me. “Good. Excited.” I breathe out. I run my hands over my skin, ghosting over my tummy and chest, then cupping and squeezing my breasts, tugging on my nipples with a groan. “That’s it, baby. God, I fucking love your tits. Can’t wait to get my mouth on them again, and my hands. I just want to throw you on the bed and worship you until you don’t even know your name anymore.” 

In no time at all, I’m drenched and ready. “Go ahead and take the toy and put it inside you. You might have to adjust it a little bit until it feels comfortable. Let me know when you’re all set, okay?” I nod and grab the toy and swipe the part that goes inside me over my dripping lips, coating it in my arousal before slipping it inside. “Oh fuck” I gasp. It’s just large enough for me to feel it, and the ridged head is settling right against my Gspot. I can’t even imagine what it’s going to feel like once Ari starts fucking around with the vibrations. I adjust the front part of the toy so that it’s settled right over my clit. I blow out a breath. “Okay, I’m ready.” I tell Ari. 

I watch him pick up his phone and press a few buttons, then I feel a soft sucking sensation on my clit. “Oooh!” I squeak. “How’s it feel?” “Uh-Good. Kind of weird, but good.” He presses another button and the vibration starts deep inside me, making a loud moan tear from my throat. “Holy fuck.” I gasp. “Good girl. There ya go.” he purrs, and goddamn it if that doesn’t make my  blood run even hotter. 

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, my girl. So damn good for me. I love that you’ve trusted me enough to teach you what your body is capable of and how good you can feel. You’ve blossomed for me just like a flower opening up. Watching you feel so good gets me so hard, you know that?” I open my eyes and watch as he switches to the back camera so I can see him just like he’s seeing me. His cock is long and thick, standing tall and proud, almost hitting his damn belly button. He takes a few drops of lube from the table next to him and wraps his hand around his length, letting out a hiss as his hand passes over his sensitive head. With his other hand, he adjusts the level on the toy inside me, just a bit, but enough to elicit another deep moan from my throat. 

I’m wet enough and the toy has enough suction so that it’ll stay inside of me without me having to hold it, so my hands go back to my breasts and I pinch my nipples harshly, groaning at the feeling. It makes me wish I had grabbed the nipple clamps that Ari had introduced me to. God, that was a fun night. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait to get your cock back inside me.” I groan out. As good as this damn toy is making me feel, there’s nothing like the hot throb of him inside me and feeling his thick, warm body pressed against mine, his chest hair rubbing over my nipples making them ache deliciously, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and stealing the very breath from my body. Fuck, I’m so in love with this man. “Is that right? And how do you want my cock inside you?” he groans out. His hand works a little faster over his length, precum dribbling from the tip. His balls tighten and draw up, getting ready to release streams of seed. 

“I want-ah!” my abdominal muscles clench hard as Ari ratchets up the intensity again. “Fuck…..I want to ride you. I want your hands on my hips, gripping me so tight I know you’re going to mark me. I want to see you coming apart underneath me, and you fucking up into me so hard I can’t do anything but just take it.” 

“Fuck, Peyton, baby, I’m close. Tell me you’re close. I want to see your face when you come for me.” All I can do is nod as I feel myself about to fly over the edge. The camera view changes and I see his beautiful face on the screen. His breath is coming in heavy pants, and I can see the muscles in his arm rippling as he strokes. With a quick tap to increase the suction on my clit, I fall apart, my pussy clenching hard against the vibrator, coating it in my slick. I hear a loud groan and look just in time to see ropes of white streak up Ari’s chest. 

I grab the toy and practically yank it out of me when the intensity becomes too much on my overstimulated clit. I pant, trying to catch my breath. “Fuuuuuuck.” I groan into the duvet. I fling my arm out and make contact with the ipad and drag it to me. “Are you still alive over there?” I ask. He chuckles and nods. “Barely, it feels like. My god, I love technology.” he mutters. 

“Tell you what, I think when you guys get back, I think I’m gonna send Lucy to someone’s house for a sleepover. Because I honestly don’t think either one of us is going to be quiet when I get my hands on you again.” 

“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had today.” he laughs. We stay quiet for a few moments, just staring at each other over the facetime connection and smiling like goofballs. “I love you” he says softly, making me hide part of my face in the covers. I still can’t get used to hearing that from him. 

“I love you too.”

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[translations-dark-matter]

Living as an Extra in an Omegaverse novel

Chapter 59

After firmly pressing on Shin Tae-oh's forehead, who insisted on not sleeping, Se-hyeon left and realized that it was already approaching lunchtime. He wasn’t hungry, but he hurriedly left the office, thinking that the person he needed to meet might not be at his desk during lunchtime.

"Secretary Ahn."

After he considered ignoring the urgent call, Se-hyeon eventually turned around when he realized that Lee Jin-ho would probably continue following him. Lee Jin-ho eased his pace, looking relieved.

"Do you have something to say?"

"Well... Can you really handle this directly?"

"Yes. I am confident that I can resolve it best."

With Se-hyeon's confident response, Lee Jin-ho nodded as if there was no other choice.

"Alright. Take care."

"Thank you."

Lee Jin-ho wouldn't just wait silently, but at least he wasn't someone who would interfere with what I had in mind.

After exhaling a hot breath, Se-hyeon unbuttoned his coat. The lingering heat would dissipate once he felt the breeze outside.

***

"Is this really it?"

Ha Jin-woong shook the end of the tablet, uncertain when it would slip from his grasp. Despite the precarious situation, Ha Jin-seong didn't say a word. Instead, he waved his hand as if it was bothersome, signaling Jin-woong to leave.

"Hyung, what is this? Did you gather people just to post this kind of scandal?"

Ha Jin-woong sat in front of Ha Jin-seong and said, “The thirsty person digs a well first.”

[TL note: “목마른 ��람이 먼저 우물을 판다고” a Korean proverb meaning "the one who needs something makes more effort than others to get something".]

"Weren't you trying to sacrifice Secretary Ahn? Then this isn't it. Whether the CEO goes to a hotel or not, you should have included embezzlement allegations."

"Stay quiet."

"This isn't something to stay quiet about. Is this all?"

"No."

But Ha Jin-seong, who didn't want to bother explaining further to his younger brother, fell silent. He was already feeling down, and there was no patience left to kindly clarify things.

"Just shut up and leave."

"Hyung, do you think I can just stay quiet? Those guys are all looking at this strangely. We've been told to find all the internal embezzlers in SR so far, but why did it explode like this? Don't tell me you changed your mind halfway? Huh?"

"It's not like that."

"It's not. I know you asked Ha Min-hyuk to take over that project."

The reason behind Ha Jin-woong's rampage became clear. Excited, he roughly tossed the tablet aside and abruptly stood up.

"Since yesterday when Ha Min-hyuk and I went, things felt off. Hyung, don't you think your little brother doesn't know? If you have any thoughts of sharing it nicely later, forget about it. I can't do that."

"Jin-woong."

Due to Ha Jin-woong's outburst, Ha Jin-seong tightly suppressed his irritation. He seemed unwilling to stay quiet despite having a headache. So he called out his brother's full name, in a gentle yet unyielding voice.

"The company is mine."

He didn't even attempt to calm Ha Jin-woong. He simply calmly pointed out where he was mistaken.

"If you want to receive even a single subsidiary, then leave."

"Hyung!"

"Dammit."

In the end, Ha Jin-seong abruptly stood up and threw the nearby tablet. As it collided with the wall, shattering with a loud crash, no one uttered a word.

"Get out."

Ha Jin-seong stared at Ha Jin-woong with cold eyes and then closed his eyes. Seeing his selfish appearance of not even waiting for Ha Jin-woong to leave, Ha Jin-woong clenched his fists and turned around.

Enraged by the revealed truth, Ha Jin-woong swung his fist. His wrist itched from the dull vibrations reverberating through the wall, but Ha Jin-woong's anger extended to the very tip of his head as he vented his frustration.

"What the hell? Is the company yours?"

Strictly speaking, Jin-woong was also a legitimate candidate for succession, but Ha Jin-seong didn't even consider it. That hurt Ha Jin-woong's pride.

"Wait and see. I'll show you that I'm better than Ha Min-hyuk."

I gritted my teeth at Ha Jin-seong, who was hanging out with Ha Min-hyuk, who had different interests and whom I never even considered my younger brother.

"I'm here to meet Director Ha Jin-seong."

Ha Jin-woong raised his head at the calm voice he had heard somewhere before. He looked at the secretary and narrowed his eyes when he saw the man speaking to the secretary. As the man's face came into focus, he soon realized who he was.

"It's Ahn Se-hyeon."

Upon hearing Ha Jin-woong's voice, Se-hyeon turned to look at him. Recognizing Ha Jin-woong, he lightly nodded his head.

It had reached a frustrating point where Se-hyeon couldn't understand why Ha Jin-seong was behaving this way. It was not only disappointing that Ha Jin-seong had no intention of dividing the company at the moment but also unsettling that he was associating with Ha Min-hyuk these days.

As he looked at Se-hyeon, a good idea flashed in Ha Jin-woong's mind.

"Did you come to meet Hyung Jin-seong?"

"Yes."

"Follow me."

Ha Jin-woong nodded at Se-hyeon and took the lead. Once he confirmed that Se-hyeon was following behind, he didn't stop at all.

If Hyung can't do it, then I have no choice but to take action. If he pushes Shin Tae-oh into a corner and ruins Ha Min-hyuk's project, Hyung won't associate with someone like Ha Min-hyuk again.

***

"Where are we?"

Se-hyeon looked around, fascinated by the fact that such a space existed within the company. At first glance, it appeared to be just an office. The space was well divided with desks, chairs, and partitions, but there was one thing missing.

"It's dark without any windows."

Despite turning on the fluorescent lights, the space still felt gloomy and unsettling.

"Is this it?"

Ha Jin-woong, who had entered first and was waiting for Se-hyeon, smirked.

"A room where we keep the disobedient ones."

He spoke with a cruel smile, and Se-hyeon looked around before focusing on Ha Jin-woong.

It seemed strange that there had been no communication since he was asked to follow, and it didn't seem like Ha Jin-woong had good intentions towards him.

"Why? Are you scared?"

In response to Ha Jin-woong's taunting, Se-hyeon took out his phone from his pocket. Then he turned the screen towards Ha Jin-woong, so he could see.

"What is it?"

"I don't think you can kill me in this place."

"But why?"

If Jin-woong intended to kill him, he would have taken Se-hyeon to a place where no traces would be left. As Se-hyeon showed the screen to Ha Jin-woong, who still couldn't fully understand, he scrolled through it. It wasn't 112, but 119.

[TL note: Emergency Assistance and Support in South Korea. Police: dial 112. Fire and Ambulance: dial 119.]

"I have a severe allergy, even a slight touch makes me turn red. I will go to the hospital and get a medical certificate, so please don't lay a hand on me."

"What? Oh."

Ha Jin-woong, somewhat bewildered, pondered over Se-hyeon's words before asking.

"You're telling me not to hit you?"

"Yes."

"And you're not saying you'll leave?"

"I said if you have something to say."

Se-hyeon looked straight at Ha Jin-woong, holding his phone in his hand.

"You... Are you really not afraid?"

No matter what Ha Jin-woong said, Se-hyeon didn't flinch. From the moment Ha Jin-woong told him to follow him instead of meeting Ha Jin-seong, Se-hyeon had expected something like this. So the thought of leaving never crossed his mind from the beginning.

"Is there a problem?"

“Ah, that’s what I want to say. Did anything happen?”

Ha Jin-woong asked, sitting on the edge of the desk, and from his question of whether nothing was going on, I heard the answer I wanted. I had my suspicions, but now I had certainty. I just wished I knew a bit more about the situation... Se-hyeon paused for a moment, then spoke up.

"There was."

"Is that so?"

"I came to ask about it."

And it was decided that Ha Jin-woong would be better than Ha Jin-seong.

"I understand why you caught Hyung's attention."

Ha Jin-woong smirked and stood up from the desk where he had been leaning. His imposing figure moved towards Se-hyeon, giving off a rather threatening presence.

“I don’t think there’s any need to approach me like that?”

"Really?"

Ha Jin-woong clenched his fist.

***

Shin Tae-oh leaned back on the chair, and completely laid down. His hands were neatly placed on his belly button, and his eyes were tightly shut.

"Just closing your eyes like that would only be a waste of time."

Lee Jin-ho subtly pushed the payment documents, saying he should instead look at the documents.

“Secretary Ahn told me to go to sleep.”

As Shin Tae-oh's lips kept moving slightly, Lee Jin-ho pursed his lips silently. He was someone who could pretend to be dead if it was Se-hyeon speaking, yet he wouldn't even listen to my words. If that's the case, why not make Se-hyeon the chief secretary? Why?

"Then just go to sleep for real."

"I can't sleep."

"You don't look well."

Since my body hadn't fully recovered yet, it was unreasonable for me to move like that. My face didn't lie. Perhaps Se-hyeon would say that my eyes were bloodshot.

"I guess it won't work."

Shin Tae-oh couldn't hold it in any longer and stood up from his seat.

"Why are you acting like this?"

"I'm going to see Secretary Ahn."

"Why?"

Shin Tae-oh straightened his sleeves, holding onto the necktie he had loosened. As he buttoned them one by one, Shin Tae-oh had an expression that he hadn't shown even when he forced himself to close his eyes.

"I feel strange."

"How so?"

"Just..."

Should he say his heart was pounding? It wasn't an exciting feeling, but rather an uneasy one.

"I feel like I should go see him right away."

Even if nothing was happening, it felt like his mind would only be at ease if he saw it with his own eyes.

"Do you know where he is?"

Lee Jin-ho asked with a skeptical look on his face. Se-hyeon hadn't said anything, so how could they find out unless they attached a tracking device to his body?

"I've found Se-hyeon before. My intuition tells me it's there."

"When did this happen again? Ah..."

Lee Jin-ho seemed to recall it belatedly. There was a time when he tried to figure out where Se-hyeon went under the pretext of having lunch. And with just a rough location, Shin Tae-oh found Se-hyeon.

"The fox who coveted Ahn Se-hyeon was the culprit."

Now that Shin Tae-oh was starting to grasp it, he glared somewhere and muttered.

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[cripplinginsomniasendhelp]

AHHHHH sorry it’s late (ironic this keeps happening). Brain did a literal Windows shutdown after I overexcited too much and all, and then time did a funny thing called “you haven’t slept and it’s 7AM” so yeee

Started to doze off while writing the second half, and it feels incomplete if I just sent everything I have, so I’ll send the first half and write the rest “tomorrow”

Anyways, aaaaAAAAHHHHHH

Originally the au was supposed to be the first one, where Steven still exists and somehow Squeaky just carries a giant alien brain on his head. I didn’t put this in the ask, but I imagined that whenever Miss Power had more control it’ll go either two ways:

1. She tries to convince WG to join her (and Squeaky) to world domination but unfortunately, due to the mouse body, all you hear is squeaks. Only Steven can understand her but sometimes he’s not there or he just gets traumatized by what she says, so she had to find another way to bully everyone. Every time this happens it’s a different way of communication, from writing on a window with condensation to becoming a mouse mime while dealing with WG’s inability to do charades. This all happens while Squeaky keeps trying to take control of cheese the more time goes on, and all the audience can hear is unintelligible angry squeaking intensifies

(Actually screw it, Charlie understand the squeaks too. It’s a running gag where he’ll communicate with Squeaky/Miss Power via facial expressions, mostly O_O though)

2. Miss Power can talk in mouse form, but it’s in a much higher pitch and mousier (??), similar to d2b’s voice when Squeaky took over. Basically it’s just the entirety of “The Rise of Miss Power” except Miss Power has the voice from Alvin and the Chipmunks

> Steven is hilariously incompetent at keeping them in a cage and they become one of Wordgirl’s most menacing foes, which is funny because on the surface it looks like a little girl in a mcdonalds onesie punching a weed smoking mouse with a tumor.

AKDNCKEIHDLALDJFN THIS. SENT ME. 5 TIMES. I JUST CANT WITH THIS OMFG ITS BEAUTIFUL

(God the mobile app sucks for posting)

Anndddd gonna cutoff here. It’s amazing what you can write when sleep deprivation kills the insanity in your brain cells

(Sorry for it being late. College started existing and *shivers*)

But hear this: Au where Miss Power’s and Squeaky’s brain fuse but Miss Power becomes the giant lizard brain stuck to Squeaky instead. Hijinks ensue

Someone please give me fanart or fanfic of this ;w;

“Sorry for it being late” my brother in christ you sent this after literally 20 minutes no worries <3

(Meanwhile I'm answering a day late. Also because of college)

I love this idea it's so fun omfg,

Me talk about this under the cut

Okay okay so does this involve only Squeaky and Miss Power fusing, or is DTB also fused? Because if this is all on DTB’s head. Poor poor Steven if he ever gets returned to himself, he will be a shell of a man

If it’s just Miss Power and Squeaky and like, Steven is just himself that would be absolutely hilarious it’s just pinky and the brain without pinky and a second the brain.

Evil duo except they share the same body and CANNOT get along. We love to see it. Steven is hilariously incompetent at keeping them in a cage and they become one of Wordgirl’s most menacing foes, which is funny because on the surface it looks like a little girl in a mcdonalds onesie punching a weed smoking mouse with a tumor.

If it’s ON Twobrains then would he change his name to threebrains?? Or does he keep Twobrains because of branding (I can see him being adamant about that) and excuse it by saying “It’s because I have Two EXTRA brains”

I can totally see Squeaky getting fed up with TB and Miss Power’s brain fighting. It is unclear if Steven and TB are separate entities in the mental space (it’s fun to write them like that but I don’t think they are and TB is literally just corrupted Steven with a different name, and Squeaky is the only other entity) But either way Miss Power will be like WORLD DOMINATIONNN!! KILL WORDGIRL!! And TB will be like “mmm ches”

That vine

Wg- “What do you want”

Power- “The souls of the innocent”

Tb- “Cheddar”

Power- ”no!”

Tb- “Cheddar and Gouda”

Anytime during a battle Tb and Becky have one of their friendly moments Miss Power DESPERATELY tries to take control to manipulate Becky with it but Squeaky is like “manipulation? That’s not cheese.” and TB just ignores her

If Miss Power ever takes control of the mind I imagine she might try to send TB and Squeaky into a coma or make them braindead or something so she had total control forever, and it’s just really scary

The skin around the place where Miss Power’s brain gets fused is scaly and green maybe

[inkykeiji]

!!!!!!!!!!

[1863-project]

Ingo and Emmet Are Both Autistic and I Will Die On This Hill, Thank You Very Much

Hey, remember over a year ago when I wrote that post screaming into the void about how Emmet is autistic? Consider this an updated version of that post, because I really should have talked about how they both are.

Disclaimer: I am an autistic adult who went undiagnosed until age 20 despite a blatant love of steam locomotives so I don’t know how I was missed considering I had the single most stereotypical interest on the planet. (I’ll touch on that later.)

Anyhow, I’ll try to keep this brief (and will likely fail), but let’s get into how both Ingo and Emmet are autistic, actually.

this goofball Emmet

Emmet’s the more obvious one, which is why I wrote the initial post linked above. He clearly scripts, has trouble containing his sheer excitement about things (read: Doubles) to the point of bothering other people, has no filter, will happily infodump about strategy or the MTA rules if asked, and in the manga has an arm-swinging walk that’s visibly a stim if you know it. 

The scripting is evident when you fight him by himself, as his dialogue often feels stiff (in Japanese it’s more informal to contrast with his hyper-formal brother), but the line that always seals the deal for me is actually this, when Ingo asks him to put in a few words before a Multi Battle:

“Hi, this is a script and I have no idea what to actually say to strangers so I’m just going to infodump the MTA rules at you now.”

But under that script, he’s bouncing off the walls with excitement - if you beat him, he’ll drop the script a bit, his “verrrry” verbal tic comes out, and he’ll ask you to come back. You can see a bit more of his genuine excitement in Masters, when he tells the player how happy he is that he gets to try a ton of new strategy because on Pasio battles are 3 vs. 3 (i.e. Multi combined with Triples).

One of my favorite screenshots from Masters is from this little moment in their event, in which they’ve just realized Roark and Steven Stone are there:

Look at Emmet’s hands. He’s practically vibrating. He wants to fight Steven so badly.

As for his lack of filter...well, that we’ve covered, but it’s especially evident in the manga:

He just...says things without really thinking about it. And it’s great.

Pixiv’s Darling Ingo

No, he’s not neurotypical, I’m sorry. He infodumps too much to be.

Those dramatic speeches he does before battling? Those are indicative of scripting, too. He’s also using a lot of big words and weirdly formal language, something a lot of us have noted down when we’re diagnosed - we talk weirdly formally.

And oh, God, does this one infodump like a pro. When I first got his dialogue in Masters in which he infodumps about high-speed rail, I felt so goddamned seen.

(The real-life equivalents of what he’s talking about, the MagLev and TGV, are legitimately incredible, so I can’t blame him for this one bit because I am also excited about those things.)

Ingo also notably has ABSOLUTELY NO volume control, which is absolutely something a lot of autistic people (myself included) struggle with. I don’t realize how loud I am most of the time unless someone points it out to me. This is not always great, because I work in a library.

There’s also the “not smiling” thing, which Masters reveals he’s genuinely concerned about - a lot of autistic people don’t always display facial expressions equivalent to how we feel. Ingo tries to mask this by being over-expressive verbally, but people certainly do notice that he doesn’t smile much. (In Legends: Arceus, he’s finally allowed to smile for the first time in a game, and it’s actually really nice to see him get to do it.) A lot of the time, we’ll have to force the facial expressions people want to see from us, and it looks rather unnatural, so it’s nice to see a fictional character have the same problem for once.

Now, like I said I’d mention at the beginning of this post...

The train thing is a stereotype, but it’s one grounded in reality:

There’s no one definitive reason why so many of us do the train stuff, but we do. A lot of people think it’s the visual stimuli, or that trains run on a set schedule, giving us the routine we seek. Still others have proposed that it’s because trains are easily sorted into categories. Whatever it is - and it might be different for each of us - it’s there.

For me personally, I’m a history person (I literally have a history degree), and trains are actually a hobby I share with my dad, particularly steam locomotives. But I absolutely feel the draw that other autistic railfans feel to trains in general, and I don’t really know if I can put the feeling into words - I just really like seeing these well-engineered machines, knowing historical ones are being preserved, and longing for the day someone will allow me on the footplate so I can drive. I can’t fully explain the pull, but I feel the pull intensely.

Anyway, I have once again failed at keeping this short, because I can’t help but infodump about things, either. Whoops. So there you go, they’re both autistic, fight me.

[20dollarlolita]

Strangers taking pictures without permission:

There's stuff that happens when you're out and about and dressed in a fascinatingly extravagant wardrobe, and some of it is things that you don't want to happen, but you know will happen. Sometimes it's losing a ribbon clip out of your hair, or spilling something on your dress. You don't like it, but it's part of the situation.

And sometimes it's strangers taking pictures of you without asking. You don't want it to happen, but it's going to happen.

Look, you being out and about and dressed strangely is not giving someone permission to take your picture. You have as much right to refuse a picture as someone wearing jeans and a t-shirt, or a nun veil, or or wearing a live bearded dragon as a hat. People often seem to think that because you look like a doll, they're allowed to photograph you like an inanimate object, and that's not true.

So, here's some things I think about when I go out and find someone trying to take a picture without talking to me:

I think it's important to note that someone who already has their camera out and is taking pictures of the overall environment is a different situation from someone who just pulled their phone out of their pocket to sneakily get a picture of your group. If they're already doing street photography, and you just happened to be something exciting that's on the street, that's an important distinction to me. I'm a photography nerd who used to develop my own black and white film and do prints in a darkroom. Street photography is a totally legitimate art and if often involves taking pictures without asking, but having people ask why you're photographing someone is part of street photography. Random guy in Barnes and Noble who is crawling around behind a bookcase to take pictures without you seeing isn't the same. I've found that, with a street photographer, you can ask if they got a good shot. A lot of the time, they'll then show you the picture and if you don't like it, they'll delete it. That doesn't mean they're not creepy. Photographers can be creepy. They also can be just a creepy rando. If they're doing creepy photos, proceed to step 2.

You're allowed to get angry when someone photographed you, but do you know what's more fun? Acting like they just did the most inappropriate thing that's happened to you all day. If you've worked retail for long enough, channel the conversation you've had where some random stranger starts talking too much about their erectile dysfunction medication but you're on the clock and just have to try to express through body language that it's NOT a good thing to be talking about. Imagine this from the point of view of the weird guy who just took out his phone to sneakily snap a picture. You're a douche, putting your phone back into your pocket, and someone starts treating you like you just started telling the walmart checker about your hemorrhoids. When you get angry at someone, they can get defensive and start justifying in their head why they weren't in the wrong. If you act like they just made the most disgusting faux pas ever, they start questioning their actions. We want them to question their actions.

It's not unreasonable for you to ask someone what they're going to do with the picture they just took. "Hi, did you just take my picture?" They say yes, "Okay, are you going to post it somewhere?" And if you don't like that answer, turn on the 'customer talking about their chronic UTIs' mode and go, "Please don't." If they say they just want to show it to a friend or family member, I usually try to kind of casually explain to them that it's pretty normal for someone to ask for a picture or ask for more about why I'm dressed like this, but kind of (*turns on the customer telling you about accidentally sending her mom a picture of her vibrator voice*) you know, weird, to just have someone bust out their phone and act like I won't notice.

If they're not going to ask for a picture you are totally allowed to ruin their shot. You can wreck a lot of people's "sneaky" picture-taking by shoving your parasol in the line of sight. Flipping someone off with your thumb out ruins a picture better than if your thumb is tucked in because it covers more space. Ideally, giving someone the bird with both hands and placing them about 4" away from your face will hide your face and effectively communicate to anyone who sees the picture that it was taken without your consent.

I've done a lot of photography as a form of art, and I do understand wanting to take a cool candid photo with some people you see on the street. Photography is about capturing the world that we see, and when you see something interesting, it's normal to want to turn that thing you see into art that you create. But I want you to be aware that you're competing in a world where everyone has a camera and many of the people who are taking pictures without permission aren't doing it for art reasons. The people wearing lolita fashion in the image you want to make also have people who want to text to their friends to show the creepy adults in costume at Denny's at 4 AM. It's not always easy to tell who is doing what, so being tolerant when the people you're photographing feel annoyed or uncomfortable or just completely exhausted by you taking the picture can really help. Honestly, if you have any experience doing street photography, you already know how to talk to people who don't want to be the subject of your pictures.

Also, as a side note, we get asked for pictures a lot. "Hi, I'm photographing this farmer's market and you five look really nice looking at the flowers. Is it okay if I take a picture of you doing that?" isn't weird. You taking a picture of the whole street as a landscape and we happen to be in it? Not weird.

You hiding behind a post and then holding your phone to your ear to pretend you're in a conversation instead of taking pictures? What the fuck are you doing?? That is weird.

My last piece of advice for someone who sees people in lolita fashion and who wants to take a picture: we do spend a lot of time trying to get good pictures of our groups and our outfits. If you're able to come off as a non-creepy photographer, asking if you can take a picture of the group and offer to take a couple with someone in the group's phone really cuts down on the creepiness factor and offers the group a little bit of compensation for letting you use them in your art.

Not everyone is going to agree with this, and this is also a situation where it's entirely possible for there to be a lot of different opinions that are all correct. If you're in a group and going out in public, it can be very prudent to do a quick poll of the group and ask how comfortable everyone is with different ways to address someone taking pictures. I have a lot more tolerance for the artistic street shot snapper than the guy in Denny's who has opened the bathroom door and is trying to hide behind it so that he can get a picture of our booth (YES, THIS HAPPENED), but if someone in the group isn't comfortable with any pictures asked or unasked, it can really be helpful to have everyone on the same page.

[parliamentoftoh]

I’ve seen people talk about it before but I still can’t get over how good of a villain Philip/Belos is. Like, refreshingly good. 

Because, as people have again said (probably better than me), Disney has recently been leaning real hard into villains with tragic - if not sympathetic - backstories or doing away with a central big villain all together (letting the antagonist be someone who has genuinely good intentions and realizes their mistakes in the end - think the matriarchs of Encanto and Turning Red). 

When done well, this is great and interesting storytelling, don’t get me wrong. I’m also not opposed to tragic villains. Love me a tragic villain. But when every villain is framed as having a good reason to have turned to villainy, it’s not only overused but it also starts to get... weird, in terms of the message you’re trying to give viewers. There’s better essays out there about how the “well-intentioned extremist” villain we see a lot of these days is actually serving to demonize perfectly legitimate societal concerns and actual real life activists - and on the other side it leads to people out here writing thinkpieces about how Thanos Was Right which... I’m not going to go into that can of worms.

Also, frankly, it’s not really true. Not every horrible person in this world has a good reason, and that’s a sad truth you have to realize as you grow up. Some people do genuinely enjoy hurting people, and even if they find ways to justify it to themselves, in no world and under no circumstances is it okay. 

And that’s why Belos is so fucking good as a villain. 

Like, he’s absolutely convinced that he’s in the right here, there’s no denying that. It’s like, the crux of his character; he is 100% buying into his own propaganda. But outside of like, the brief scene at the start of Eclipse Lake where if you squint you might be like “oh maybe he cares about Hunter in a kinda twisted way” and even then only like kind of, there’s no time given to sympathize with Belos. We the audience are never meant to think that maybe he’s Got a Point, Actually. Not ever. Because he doesn’t, even if he thinks he does. There’s no tragic backstory to explain his hatred of witches outside of pure bigotry. His reasons for what he’s doing are paper thin and are rightfully called out as such, both in the words of other characters and in literally everything he does. 

He’s an abusive monster trying to pass himself off as the savior of humanity and it is laughable. It is sad. He steals nearly every scene he’s in because he’s fascinating in just how fucking far gone he is. You feel maybe a smidge of pity for how deluded he is while simultaneously vibrating with excitement by the notion of him getting his shit positively wrecked. You don’t have to worry about them trying to cram a redemption arc in for him because they’ve made it abundantly clear he will never think he’s wrong - all while also showing you just how wrong he is every chance they get. 

I just. I love him. He’s the absolute worst and that makes him one of the best villains in anything Disney has put out recently. 

[fizzychocolatemilk]

AAA KIRIDEKU FOR THE SHIP GAME

aSKJFSHDJK I don't think you understand how excited it made me that someone asked for kirideku! I think I was legitimately vibrating with excitement. But I agree AAA KIRIDEKU!!!

- Before they get together, they both ramble about their crush to their friends A LOT, but Bakugou gets the brunt of this and he’s so long-suffering and annoyed with the “Kirishima-kun is so amazing~” and “Midoriya is so manly~” that he basically beats them into asking each other out becuase they’re both to insecure and anxious to make the first move w/o some encouragement. 

- Kirishima LOVES listening to Deku’s rambles. He sits there with a suuuuper sappy look on his face as Izuku’s hands gesture empathetically and he talks at mach speeds. Every once in a while, he’ll insert a comment that will renew Izuku’s passion, and after their conversation is over, Eijirou can absolutely repeat back most of the conversation (even if he was mostly thinking about how cute and smart Izu is).

- Kirideku is probably one of the only situations where I like the hc that Izuku can’t cook. I like the idea of them struggling together and loving all the horrible food that they make for each other.

- Deku likes “spotting” for Kirishima. That’s what they call it, but it’s usually Eijirou using Izuku as an extra weight when he’s working out. It isn’t weird for people to walk into the gym and find Kiri doing push-ups like he was born to with Izuku sitting criss-cross on his back, muttering and writing in a notebook.

- Deku is the short one (significantly), but he can lift just as much if not more than Ei. Eijirou loves it when his boyfriend picks him up with no struggle. And Izuku loves the surprise on people’s faces when they find out that he can bench his boyfriend.

- They love couple’s costumes and cosplaying. They’re both major hero nerds, so you can bet that they have dates to fan events. They love showing up dressed up as famous hero duos. They’re both very serious about it too and put a lot of work into their costumes so that they’re as realistic as possible. 

[lesbianwyllravengard]

HI LOTUS thanks for always being so suportive ily hope you're having a nice day <3

thoughts on the first to eps of obi-wan ? 👀👀

HI SISSI I LOVE YOU!!! I am actually having a very nice day, thank you. I hope you're well <333

Obi Wan Kenobi spoilers ahead!!

Ohymyiddoduddu oh my GOD. I love this show. I LOVE this show. I was not prepared to be so invested in it as I am now. I finished the eps and was vibrating with excitement.

First and foremost. I'm in love with Reva. She's so cool and badass and I love her voice so much??? She has such a nice voice. And I really really hope she gets a redemption arc, because 1. She freaking deserves to be loved and cared for, and 2. [Jedi: Fallen Order spoilers] we almost had a great Inquisitor redemption arc with Trilla but then she was killed off for shock factor. I'm still so pissed about that. She deserved better, and so does Reva.

There's lots of little things I love too. The fact that Obi Wan got Luke that toy ship. That Obi Wan gets a little snack for his Eopie every day. That Owen didn't sell him out. That Bail Organa reassured Leia and knocked out every one who tries to say that adopted kids aren't legitimate. That baby Luke escapes responsibility at every chance to pretend he's flying a ship. That baby Leia absolutely murdered her cousin in a verbal throw down, like full on K.O., total devastation, I was dying.

Baby Leia oh my God. Finally she gets the spotlight. And her dynamic with Obi Wan was so cute and lovely and heartbreaking at the same time. When he said no to the gloves and then .2 seconds later bought her the gloves, I was dying laughing. This man. And how she literally is both of her parents like. Big cry. I love her so much.

I always liked Obi Wan as a character, he was never like my top 5 but I definitely liked him. With this show I feel like we're getting more parts of him I've always seen, but not enough of yk? And I really appreciate it. We get to see his caution and wariness as a hunted jedi on the run, but we also get to see his kindness, how perceptive he is, his connection with other living beings, and how even though he keeps going, everything is weighing down on him and he knows it. It's refreshing to see this side of him, both the revered former jedi and the weary man still so full of love despite everything he's been through. I love him sm.

I also loved all the parallels in this of Obi Wan to Rey. Idk if it was intentional, for any reason, or if its just star wars' natural "poetry" as they say, but they were pretty blatant parallels that I loved. Obi Wan making his instant bread and sitting and eating it outside his living space just like Rey did in TFA, Obi Wan burying his lightsabers in the sand like Rey did in TROS. And then of course, Obi Wan having his repetitive, structured life - a life he lived for others - interrupted by a greater calling outside of what he's grown used to that he's hesitant to pursue at first but once he does, he does so with full passion and commitment, similar to Rey's story. It almost makes me wish they'd had Rey be related to him somehow, even though I know that wouldn't really make any sense lmao. It's just nice to see the similarities. And I also love Rey Skywalker very much.

I think it's very impactful that the moment Obi Wan opens himself up to the force after 10 years of hiding, he finds Anakin. Obviously he closed himself off from the force so as to not be easily traced, but I like to think a part of that was also that he didn't want to reach out in the force and not find Anakin. I recently started reading the Ahsoka novel by E. K. Johnston and Ahsoka was in a similar situation. She hid from the force because she felt vulnerable, and afraid they'd find her, but also she said she dreaded reaching out in the force and feeling everyone she loved, gone. (cause she thought Anakin and Obi Wan were both dead.) So to see Obi Wan's hesitant belief, and the fact that he immediately finds Anakin, makes me think maybe he dreaded that too, maybe he was scared of not feeling anyone he cared for, because that meant they were really gone. And his love for Anakin, as a brother, mentor, father figure, and teacher, just transcended all obstacles, and even though he saw Anakin fall to the darkside, he still loves him, he will always love him, and he's both relieved that Anakin survived and terrified of what he's become. It's so fucking heartbreaking and I love it.

The only thing I'm kinda iffy about is the Grand Inquisitor? He can't actually be dead, because we see him in Rebels, which is about 4 years after Kenobi right? Idk the exact time but it's definitely after. So there's gotta be some way they like save his life or something. But with how they ended it I almost fear they're going to retcon his rebels presence or something. I really hope they don't do that and I won't assume until I see it, but it would be upsetting. I'm expecting there to be some deus ex machina of sorts and we find out he's actually still very much alive in the next ep. Fingers crossed fhdjsjss.

But yes I so loved the first two episodes and I'm SO excited for more. How did you feel about the show?

[totallyimagines]

Black Clover - Oral Headcannons

And I’m here, Hey- Howdy. This is literally me having nothing to think of and continually asking myself: “What are you doing with your life?” I’m kind of enjoying this though, also Black Clover + Demons, like I’m adding the demons now because I want everything to be included + I’m a demon lover.

Creepy/Christmas song Marthon? And; don’t think you can suck a demon off? Come again.

Warnings: NSFW, Oral, dub-con, tail fucking

Asta

You giving him oral:

Very vocal, and tries to hold himself from thrusting up or making any movement at all. Doesn’t know what to say when you take his full length/deepthroat him either; all he knows is that it feels really good. You’ll just have to let him know that it’s ok to push your head down(if you’re comfortable with that) he doesn’t want to hurt you though. Being rough with you kind of scares him, afraid he might hurt you. He’s also very sensitive, making it really easy to tease him.

Him giving you oral:

Nervous and shaky at first, but with guidance he definitely aced it. Knowing where to leave hickeys on your legs and knowing how to push you to the limit with little effort. Wants to hear you though, even if you’re quiet in bed; Particularly when you’re starting out, you’ll have to be a bit more vocal than you’re comfortable with. Letting him know that you feel good.

Liebe

You giving him oral:

Demonic moans and growls; wings fluttering and tail going crazy. He legitimately doesn’t even hold back, he uses your mouth. Pushes your head down as soon as you come up for air(doesn’t mean he doesn’t give you a chance to breathe); More than vocal, he knows how to dirty/sweet talk you. Tell you all you want to hear. Your gagging is music to his ears, mainly when he realeses inside your mouth and tell you to swallow all of it.

Him giving you oral:

He most likely uses his tail, seeing that it drives you crazy. He doesn’t stop until he gets the satisfaction he needs from you. Meaning, he wants you to scream his name. Tell him how good it feels, then maybe he’ll stop. Your screams are very pleasing and it just makes him want more. The whaling for him to stop, also makes him want to rock your world.

Nacht

You giving him oral:

He’s more on the quiet side, even so he does get loud from time to time. Harder for him to keep quiet every passing minute. He does have good control of his body, significantly at keeping himself from bucking up and keeping his hands to himself. Doesn’t mind making a mess, though if it’s a quickie he’ll cum inside your mouth.

Him giving you oral:

Teases you, the faces you make are appealing. His eager to pleasure you from time to time, making his tounge feel way better than it should. Mocks your sounds and faces too; when you tried to deny you didn’t do such thing, he pulls this card.

Magna

You giving him oral:

He’s overly excited and loud. Praises you, while trying to keep himself silent. He too, resists trying to buck up or even push your head down. He’s against making you uncomfortable. He’s a bit nervous too, despite how overly cocky he usually is. He’s more toned down in the bedroom but if you want him to push your head down and dirty talk the whole time. Oh boy, he will.

Him giving you oral:

Excessively nervous at first, but over time he earns his cocky demeanor once again. Knowing what gets you going and how to make you lose all self-control has become a specialty when he’s giving you oral.

Yuno

You giving him oral:

Shy and a bit self-conscious, when you first go down on him. He’s very concentrated on keeping his voice in. Not wanting you to feel any discomfort, he makes an effort to keep his body in check too. Which doesn’t last long, even though he did exceedingly well at first. He can’t keep up the act for long with you.

Him giving you oral:

Isn’t nervous just shaky, he’s going to have to do a bit of experimenting if you want him to get the hang of this. Quick learner too, after a few minutes of messing around that is. He certainly won’t make you feel and discomfort; if your insecure/uncertain about him going down on you. If you let him have the chance, he kisses your inner thighs making you feel more comfortable.

Luck Volita

You giving him oral:

Volume isn’t even a thing with him. The way you suck on the tip leaves him with his jaw hanging and loads of whimpers that he’s unable to contain. He’s not one to push your head down but he’ll back up when he’s close to his orgasm or you fondle with his balls. You can tell how good you make him feel just by his moaning. Most of the time he doesn’t hide his moans, sighs, and/or whimpers.

Him giving you oral:

No kidding he also expects you to be vocal, it’s part of the realtionship. He’s also nervous, considering he’s going down on you. He puts much concentration into making you feel good with just his mouth and fingers.

Yami

You giving him oral:

Knows how to keep silent, he’s a bit of a praiser too. He’s one to get a bit louder close to his orgasm, lot of offbeat breathing and some movement. He wouldn’t push or shove your head down, unless you ask for it. Seeing that it causes you to gag, he even might think it brings you discomfort so he works on body control for you. The lewd sounds of your sucking, makes him grow closer to the edge and his whimpers are worth it.

Him giving you oral:

He has some experience from previous realtionships; It won’t be hard for him either to find out what makes you feel good and what doesn’t. Likes to hear you whimper, squeal, or just plain down-right moan. His tounge has the skill to draw any types of noises from you. Likes when you pulls his hair and moan his name, tell him how good you feel and he won’t be able to stop.

Zora

You giving him oral:

Makes you work hard for him, and he too, doesn’t hesitate to make you gag by pushing your head down. He sets his own pace and gets off like that. He has a passion for you humming around him. The vibration just sends closer to his orgasm making his thrusting a bit frantic. You wouldn’t be giving him oral anymore, he’ll just be facefucking you.

Him giving you oral:

He only does this to return the favor and you have to admit his tounge feels amazing. He overstimulates you too, making this experience more than exciting. His fingers, tounge, and sucking is more than enough to send you over the edge. He does take pride in making you have more than one orgasm with just his mouth and fingers.

[cali-holland]

Hubby- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Requested by Anonymous: Hello my love! can I get a cute request? just super cute domestic Tom and y/n. Because we all know love isn't just about the grand gestures, but the simple moments or giggling together and making faces in the mirror as you brush your teeth, him stealing a slice of veggie off the chopping board as you get dinner ready, him complaining that you like too many cushions on the bed, the little mumbled 'love you' as you both go to sleep. I'm down for reading anything like that . love your writing :)

Prompt: Tom makes even the simplest of days amazing.

Word Count: 4800

Warnings: Swearing, sexual jokes/innuendos, some pain (Tom gets hit in the balls at one point), LOTS of fluff

A/N: this is for the lovely @cunaeparker​ ‘s writing challenge, the prompt is in bold! I combined it with the request because it just went so well with all the fluff!!

Masterlist   Tom Holland Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

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The familiar sound of a cell phone buzzing drew you out of your deep sleep. With your eyes still closed, you cuddled closer to Tom’s chest, hoping that the phone would quit ringing soon. He shifted underneath you as he tried to reach his phone on the nightstand, but seeing as you two were tangled up on your side of the bed and there was basically a mountain of pillows on his side, he couldn’t quite grab it without moving away from you.

“Just leave it.” You mumbled, not wanting him (a.k.a. your pillow) to move.

“Love, it’s my mum.” He laughed lightly, the vibrations running through his bare chest to your cheek. He pressed a kiss to your head, before you shifted off him so he could get his phone. He picked up the call and resumed his position as your morning cuddle buddy. You wrapped an arm around his waist and laid your head back on his chest. His free hand mindlessly found its way to play with your hair.

“No, you didn’t wake us.” Tom told his mother, but the raspiness in his voice didn’t go unnoticed by her. He laughed, “Okay, yes, you did.” He paused and you could hear her voice coming through the phone. Tom looked down at you for a moment, “Are we still on for the barbecue this afternoon?”

“We can be?” You answered. You both knew he obviously forgot to mention how his mother invited the two of you to a barbecue.

“Yes, mum, we’ll be there. What do you want us to bring?” He spoke back into the phone. “Vegetables? That’s not broad at all.” You lightly smacked his chest at his sarcasm, and his free hand came down to hold the hand that just hit him, “Okay, yeah we can do a salad.” There was another pause as she spoke to him before he replied, “Y/N would love to make some dessert.” Hearing him sign you up for food, you playfully glared at him. He said goodbye to his mother and tossed his phone to the side. You sat up and straddled his waist on your knees, your hands falling by his head to keep your face above his.

“Looks like we’re going grocery shopping.” Tom smiled up at you innocently, his hands resting on your hips.

“When were you going to tell me your mum invited us over?” You asked.

“Now, I guess,” He shrugged slightly. With his thumbs drawing light circles on your hips, he teasingly added, “When were you going to give me my morning kiss?”

You shrugged in return, but leaned down to kiss him nonetheless. He smiled into the kiss, moving a hand to cradle the back of your head, keeping you in place to continue kissing you.

“Your morning breath’s shit.” He laughed, pulling away from the innocent-turned-a-bit-heated kiss as you sat up straight.

“Yeah, well you have the ugliest bed head I have ever seen.” You teased, ruffling his hair. He caught your wrist, pulling your hand down to in front of his face.

“I believe this hand’s the culprit of that.” He joked, pecking your open palm.

“You weren’t complaining last night.” You shuffled off of him and got out of the bed. Walking over to your shared closet, you started to plan out a nice outfit for the day. “Come on, we gotta go grocery shopping.”

“Wanna shower together? Save time and save water?” Tom suggested, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“You get so horny in the morning.” You laughed.

“I’m needy, not horny.” He insisted before pressing a kiss to your neck. “We’ll be conserving water. C’mon, wifey, think of the planet.”

“Alright, go start the shower.” Both of you knew you would cave like almost every morning, but it didn’t stop him from letting out an excited cheer. He pecked your cheek and left to go warm up the water.

Once you two were showered and dressed, you went to make some bacon and eggs for breakfast while Tom made you both a morning cup of tea.

“Bacon,” You stated, holding out a piece of bacon from your spot by the stove as he fixed you some tea at the island. He leaned over and ate the bacon from your fingers.

“Tasty.” He hummed, turning back to his task.

“It’s bacon, duh.” You laughed, eating a piece of bacon yourself.

“Shit. We don’t have any more milk.” Tom sighed, looking at the blank spot in the fridge where the milk would normally sit. He looked at the two mugs of tea and the bowl of sugar on the counter; without milk, it just wouldn’t be right.

“Did you finish it off?” You asked, knowing he made himself a cup of tea late last night before you two went to bed.

“Damn it, I did.” He let out a groan.

“So we need milk.” You noted, taking out your phone to create a legitimate list for the store; it’d be too long for you to remember everything. “What do we want for dinner tomorrow?”

“Wanna try that lamb recipe you found last week?” He suggested.

“Yeah, can you check what we need for that?”

“You got it.” He nodded and pulled out his phone. You’d sent him the recipe just last week, saying that it looked good and that you two should try to make it sometime. He’d never made lambchops before so he was a bit skeptical, but agreed with you nonetheless. He walked through your kitchen and pantry, searching to make sure you had all of the ingredients, while you continued to finish cooking the eggs and bacon.

“Breakfast done yet?” He asked, finishing his search.

“Yep,” You replied as you dished up the food.

“You’re the best, darling.” Tom beamed, giving you a quick kiss. You grabbed both plates while he gathered the silverware and you both sat down at the small table in your kitchen nook.

“If only we had milk.” He pouted, eating a bite of the eggs.

“Hey, you drank the rest of it.” You reminded him.

“If I remember correctly, you said it was the best cuppa I’d ever made and you drank a good half of that.” He corrected you, but you just shook your head. “Wanna make that chocolate cake for dessert? I know Harry and Sam are going to be expecting it.”

Homemade chocolate cake- your ‘signature’ dessert that all of the Holland boys loved. In fact, it was that very cake that made Tom fall in love with you. The way to his heart was truly through his stomach.

“Why isn’t Sam making anything? He’s the chef.” You laughed, thinking about how Sam was insistent on being the head chef of the family.

“I think he’s actually making bread with some sort of dip.”

“Sam’s making us bread?” Your mouth was already watering at the thought of fresh homemade bread.

“We should try making bread sometime.” Tom offered. You nodded in agreement, you’d never made bread before but it’d be interesting to attempt it with Tom.

With breakfast over, Tom started to load up the dishwasher with your plates and the frying pans while you made your way into the bathroom to start on your makeup. By the time he’d finished and come into the room, you were just about to start your mascara.

“Can I do it?” He asked, an eager smile on his face.

“Don’t poke me in the eye, Holland.” You said, trying to sound threatening. You sat on the bathroom counter with your legs spread so he could stand between them. You handed him the mascara tube. He had done your mascara a couple times before (because he just really really wanted to try to do your makeup) so you trusted him to do it, for the most part. As long as he didn’t stab you somehow, then you were fine. You sat still while he applied the makeup to your lashes.

“There. Does that look good, wifey?” He stepped back enough for you to turn and look in the mirror. It was even, you had to give him props for that, but it was almost nonexistent. He was still trying to find the happy medium between applying too little and applying too much.

“You did great.” You gave him a quick kiss and hopped off the counter to full face the mirror again. You applied some more mascara on your lashes quickly and he shook his head.

“I’ll get it one day.” He stated, getting out the toothbrush as you laughed lightly at him. Tom grabbed your toothbrush and his, running them under the sink before applying toothpaste to them.

“Thank you,” You smiled as he handed you your toothbrush. 

“Can we get bananas and macadamia nuts too?” Tom asked, half muffled by the toothbrush in his mouth as he stopped brushing. You spit out the toothpaste into the sink, looking at him through the mirror.

“You want me to make banana nut bread again?” You questioned, before continuing to brush your teeth.

“It’s the best.” He nodded.

“Okay, we’ll get the stuff for it.” You reassured him. He pulled out his phone, looking at a text he’d received as you eyed him through the mirror. Even when doing something as simple as brushing his teeth, your boyfriend was just breathtaking and you felt so lucky to have him. He noticed your gaze and pulled a funny face- well, as best he could while brushing his teeth. You laughed and leaned over the sink, spitting out the mixture of toothpaste and saliva in your mouth as you coughed. If it was anyone else beside you, you would’ve been embarrassed by the unattractiveness of the scene, but it was Tom, your loving boyfriend of four years.

“God, you’re making me choke on spit.” You laughed, cleaning off your toothbrush under the faucet.

“Spitters are quitters, babe.” Tom teased you and you playfully elbowed him in the torso, causing him to yelp in surprise. You stepped aside so he could use the sink. After spitting into the sink and rinsing out his mouth, he turned to you with a cheeky grin, “I know, I know. I of all people should know you’re not a spitter.”

“Fuck off.” You rolled your eyes at him, spraying some of your perfume onto your neck. Your collection of perfume sat in the corner of the bathroom counter, right next to Tom’s own collection of cologne- ironically (but it was totally expected actually) he had more.

“By the way, my mum asked if we could host the barbecue here? Apparently my dad forgot their barbecue was broken.” He asked you as he put on cologne.

“Did you forget to tell me that too?”

“No, no, I swear she just now texted me about it.” He insisted, slipping on a watch while you put on some jewelry. The two of you maneuvering through the bathroom easily in your morning routine.

“That’s fine if we host, but that just means you’re helping me clean.” You stated.

“When do I not help you clean?” He smiled at you innocently and you narrowed your eyes at him. You both knew exactly how much he helped you clean. In all honesty, he would genuinely help you clean for a solid hour, but it was around hour 2 of cleaning that turned into a dance party for him, which turned into him distracting you from cleaning. “I can always ask if Harry could host it, but then Harrison would be there.”

“Oh no, definitely can’t handle Harrison showing up.” You sarcastically rolled your eyes. It was a running joke between the three of you that you and Harrison were competing for Tom’s attention. Harrison was like a brother to you, and there really wasn’t any competition going on, but it was still funny to joke about. “Your mum probably invited him already.”

“She probably did.” He laughed. He shoved off the numerous pillows on his side of the bed, except for the one he actually sleeps on at the head of the bed, “Do we really need that many pillows?”

“They’re comfy!” You insisted, pulling up the bottom sheet on your side as he mirrored your actions across the bed.

“I’m your pillow, you don’t even use them.”

“You’re not wrong, but we’re keeping them.” You smiled while the two of you finished making the bed.

After you two went to the grocery store (and Tom just about dropped most of the groceries while unloading them because he was carrying like ten bags between his two hands since “multiple trips are for the weak, love”), he put away the groceries while you started the laundry. While it wasn’t something his family would actually see when they came later, it’d been piling up for days and you just really needed it to get done.

“What do you want to listen to?” Tom asked as you came back into the kitchen. He sat perched on the kitchen counter with his phone in hand, small bluetooth stereo sitting beside him. Just as you opened your mouth to suggest an artist, he cut you off with a grin, “No One Direction.”

“Shawn Mendes then?” You teased, stepping between his legs.

“Nope.” He shook his head.

“Why’d you ask me then, hubby?” You laughed, taking his phone from his hands and stepping away from him.

“Hey, that’s mine!” He jumped off the counter, trying to grab his phone back.

“Too late.” You smiled as the familiar opening to “Steal My Girl” played over the speakers. You queued a few more random songs on his Spotify and handed his phone back over to him, “Now, you’re on vacuum duty.”

“You said ‘duty’.” He giggled like a schoolboy.

“Thomas,” You sighed. 

“You lined that one up for me!” He gave you a quick kiss. You shook your head at your crazy boyfriend as he wandered off to the closet where you kept the vacuum.

“Everybody wanna steal my girl, everybody wanna take her heart away,” Tom shouted along to the chorus from the other room. “Couple billion in the whole wide world, find another one ‘cause she belongs to me!”

You sang along to the song while you worked on the cake. Once it was in the oven, you started on cutting the array of vegetables for the salad. You weren’t far into the process of washing and cutting the different vegetables before Tom came into the kitchen vacuum in hand.

“Do I get some?” He asked, spying the cucumber you were currently cutting up. He walked over to you, mouth open wide wanting a slice. You gave him a piece of the cucumber and he hummed in content. He cracked open the oven slightly to smell the cake baking in there, “Damn, I should wife you up, you’re great in the kitchen.”

“Uhuh,” You laughed at his comment. While you two called each other wifey/hubby and make “wife me up” jokes, neither of you really were ready for marriage and neither of you felt any pressure to get married. “I left the beaters out for you.”

Tom smiled as he grabbed one of the chocolate covered beaters, licking it like a little kid with a lollipop. The song changed to “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” and your boyfriend wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Don’t go breaking my heart,” He started singing into the beater (that had been mostly licked clean by that nice tongue of his), nodding at you encouragingly to keep singing.

“I couldn’t if I tried,” You sang back, unable to hide your smile at his antics.

“Oh honey, if I get restless,”

“Baby, you’re not that kind”

He set the beater aside to take your hands in his, pulling you in to dance with him. Your little impromptu dancing and singing party ended when the song changed and you pulled him back to the reality that was cleaning. While Tom finished vacuuming the house and cleaning the tables outside, you completed the salad and cake and cleaned the kitchen.

“Wanna watch something until my parents show up?” Tom asked you from his spot on the couch in the living room as you began to move the laundry.

“Sure, just fold these.” You said, walking into the living room. He frowned, hoping he was done with household chores. Seeing his reaction, you emptied the laundry basket of clean clothes on him.

“Hey, I’m layin’ here!” He did in his best overdramatic New Yorker impression.

“Fold the laundry, Dustin Hoffman.” You shook your head at him before leaving to finish moving the laundry around. You called back to him from the other room, “When is your family coming?”

“About twenty minutes?” Tom replied, checking his phone quickly to look at the time.

“Did you see if Haz was coming?” You asked, coming back into the room to help him fold the clothes.

“Why? You wanna see Haz that desperately?” He joked.

“Oh obviously. What’s the point of moving in with you if I can’t show off to Haz that I’m winning?” You teased. Tom threw a sock at you, shaking his head with a laugh. 

“Yeah, Harry said he’s coming. We’ve got an even number for football now.” He smiled, ready to play against his brothers.

“I’m so going to kick your ass after what happened last time.” You stated.

“Darling, you know that was an accident.” Tom insisted, still feeling a bit guilty about the incident. Last time you were playing football with him, his brothers, and Harrison, he accidentally kicked the ball in your face while you were even on the same team. Luckily, there was no mark, but Tom was even clingier than usual as he felt incredibly guilty about it. It occurred a month ago and you were ready for payback.

“I’m just teasing.” You smiled, leaning over the pile of laundry to give him a kiss. The two of you worked silently on finishing up folding the clothes until Tom’s eyes landed on your lacy black underwear, cheekily smiling at you while he held it up.

“Your boyfriend must be so lucky to see you in this.”

“Oh those? Didn’t buy ‘em for him.” You teased, taking the underwear from his hands and putting it aside. Tom’s hands grabbed your waist and he pulled you into his lap.

“I’m so lucky to have you. You’re my favorite person.” He said as you rested your forehead against his.

“You’re my favorite person, too.” Your hands rested at the back of his neck as you leaned in to kiss him. With your fingers scratching the nape of his neck lightly as they played with his hair there and his hands bringing you even more tightly against him, you two started to get caught up in the moment; nothing lustful, just passionate and romantic. You broke the kiss, your nose resting against his as you looked into his eyes, both of you a bit breathless.

You jumped hearing the doorbell ring. His family was here, and that meant the laundry needed to be off the couch and hidden in your room. As Tom went to answer the door, you hurried to move the laundry to your room, quickly folding the last few articles of clothing.

“Smells clean in here, must be Y/N.” Sam teased his older brother as he walked into the house with Tessa at his feet. He held a container of the freshly baked bread while his parents and Paddy came in behind him, bringing in the uncooked main course. Tom rolled his eyes at Sam’s comment, leaning down to give Tessa some well deserved love. You had lived with Tom for almost two years now, and his brothers still loved to poke fun at how organized and well-decorated his house is. Harry and Harrison trailed shortly after them, holding a ball for later and a case of beer as their contribution for the evening. You came out of the bedroom, having put the laundry away enough for now, and greeted your second family.

“Were we interrupting something?” Harrison snickered, spotting the underwear you had accidentally left on the couch.

“It’s laundry day. Get your head out of the gutter.” Tom quickly grabbed the offending undergarment and haphazardly threw it in your room before closing the door.

“Gross.” Harry gagged.

“So no sitting on the couch.” Sam laughed.

“Don’t sit anywhere then if you’re so concerned.” You smacked your boyfriend for his teasing comment that wasn’t completely untrue. Though you loved the Hollands and they loved you, you still weren’t comfortable with the sex jokes in front of his parents, that’s just never a good topic.

“Sam, that bread smells heavenly.” You told him, effectively changing the topic.

“Thank you. I tried a new recipe to make the artichoke dip to go with it.” He explained as you all moved out of the house to the outside table. He set the container of the table and opened it up so you could see (and smell even more) the bread.

You got wrapped up in a conversation with Sam and Nikki as you pet Tessa, who sat happily at your feet. Tom and his dad got the barbecue together while the other three boys started to kick around the ball on the grass.

“Wanna be on my team, wifey?” Tom asked you, walking up behind your chair and resting his head on your shoulder, letting his hands fall to your lap.

“Hell no, I told you I was getting payback.” You replied, making Sam laugh while his older brother pouted.

“Pwease?” He grabbed your hands in his, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Too late, she’s on my team.” Sam piped up, despite the fact that teams hadn’t even been discussed yet.

“We’re stealing your girl.” Harry said, kicking the ball over to Tom. You unwrapped yourself from Tom’s arms to stand up as his pout grew bigger.

“Aw, you’re breaking his heart. Does this mean I’m the favorite now?” Harrison asked with a hopeful smile. 

“Only if we win.” Tom stated, picking up the ball and walking over to the far side of the yard with Harrison and Paddy.

“So that’s a no.” You smiled at Harrison. Tom set the ball between the two teams, in the middle of the two ‘goalposts’ (a.k.a. the cones Tom set up on either side of the yard months ago).

The game began and Harrison was doing his best to block you from getting the ball (and keeping Tom from getting distracted by you). The Hollands were, of course, getting a bit more physical than regular football, kicking each other and shoving a bit, as brothers do. The game was 2-0 with you and the twins winning. When Paddy passed the ball to Harrison, you managed to swipe it from him. You sent it over to Sam and Tom basically slide tackled his brother to get it.

“That’s a foul!” You shouted as Sam landed on the grass with a soft ‘thud’.

“Nope!” Tom exclaimed, kicking the ball through Harry’s legs and into the goal. He cheered with Harrison and Paddy while you helped up Sam, who was fine and used to the physicalness of it all. This time, you started off with the ball and Harrison tried to steal it back, but you were too fast in swiftly kicking it to Harry, who Paddy was trying to block.

“Elbow him!” Tom called out, running about in front of Sam to block him.

“Tom,” Nikki said in a warning tone when he started to push Sam back a bit.

“I need to win!” He replied. Harry passed the ball back to you and you dribbled it down the makeshift field.

“Go away!” Sam shoved his older brother, trying to get him out of the way.

“Fine!” Tom huffed, running over to you. Harrison took it as a sign to go block the open twin.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” You asked your boyfriend as he attempted to kick the ball out from your feet, but your movements were too quick for him. You nutmegged him, sending the ball straight through his legs to Harry. Your perfect pass was defeated by Paddy stealing the ball from him. Before you could move to block him, Tom picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“Go Pads!” He cheered, holding your waist as you kicked your feet in the air.

“Tom, put me down! This is cheating!” You shouted. You felt Tom’s hand shift subtly more to your butt than your hip, making you slap his back. With you caught up with Tom, Paddy scored the goal easily.

“Hey, now, no inappropriate touching in front of the Padster.” Harry teased, seeing his brother’s hand placement.

“Shove off!” Paddy threw the ball over to his curly haired brother.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tom chuckled, setting you down.

“You’re going to regret that.” You told him, before Harry kicked the ball to signal the game was back on. Knowing his distraction would most likely not work again, Tom switched places with Harrison, going back to beating up Sam.

“Food will be done in two minutes.” Dom announced and you all knew that meant this was the speed round. The stakes were high with both teams tied. After a few minutes of Tom basically playing keep away when he finally got the ball, he kicked it over to Paddy. Harry elbowed his brother and sent the ball to you. Not even stopping it to gain control, you kicked it straight at their open goal.

It would’ve gone in and you would’ve won if Tom hadn’t jumped in the way to save it.

“Ah, fuck!” He shouted, grabbing himself while the rest of the boys grimaced and laughed. Even you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing a little at his mistake. Seeing an opportunity to make a goal with everyone paused, Sam kicked the ball in and he and Harry cheered- you won.

“Baby, you alright?” You asked, going over to Tom who was still bent over in pain.

“God, you really were going for payback.” He groaned, but nodded that he was okay.

“We won!” Sam and Harry cheered as everyone sat down around the table with Dom serving up the food.

“I’m sorry you got in the way of my glorious kick.” You told Tom, holding his hand in yours.

“Yeah, it was a really good kick.” He winced a little.

Dinner and dessert with the Hollands + Harrison (the honorary Holland) went on without any more injuries (unless you count Harry shoving a piece of cake in Paddy’s face as a joke). Goodbyes went all around as they left later, and Tom did the rest of the dishes while you cleaned outside.

“You feeling better?” You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, once you finished outside. He stopped his work at the sink.

“Better. I thought you broke it for a few minutes there.” Tom laughed, washing his hands and drying them before turning around in your arms.

“Oh no, we wouldn’t want that.” You teased, “I’d have to go find another dick until it healed.”

“Is that all I am to you? A dick appointment?” He asked with a small laugh, pulling you in closer to him by your waist.

“No, you’re my favorite person in the world.” You smiled at him tenderly as he ran a hand through your hair and rested it on your cheek.

“You’re my favorite person, too.” He leaned down to give you a soft kiss.

The romantic, sweet moment was cut short by his next teasing comment, “You know, that kick was really great. I’m still impressed. You really know your way around balls.”

“Shut up and kiss me, hubby.”