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baby-alien11 · 2 years ago

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Late Prom Night (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

This is long, so grab something to eat and drink and make yourselves comfortables

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Thanks to the fact that Jack just finished filming his new movie last week he was back in town, which meant make up for the time they were separated (except for the birthday weekend and the TS concert)

The gym dates every morning were also back, so after Jack picked you from your house in his car, both of you entered the gym greeting Josh, Hayley and baby Rogue to start streaching for the workout of the day

"Y/N, thirty minutes in the treadmill", Hayley instructed next to you, "The first ten minutes at velocity three, the next ten at five, and the last ten at seven, understood?"

"Absolutely", you nodded

Placing your phone, water bottle and towel in the small table next to you, you configured the treadmill to start with your workout, at the same time that yours and Jacks workout playlist started to sound throught the speakers

While you were focused on the first part of your routine, you couldn't ignore how your phone started to sound with a lot of notifications of messagges, which you asumed they were from the groupchat with Jakob and Naiia

After finishing with the treadmill, you took a big sip of water and grabed your phone to see a lot of messages from your old high school group

'This is weird', you though while frowned, the group was dead since the graduation

Openning the group chat, you were quick to notice a lot of excited text along with gifs, stickers and memes making you smile in fun, until you saw a flyer

"You've got to be kidding me", you murmured

"Are you okay?", Jack asked aproaching you

"Remember how I didn't had a prom because of covid and ended up graduating via zoom?", you asked at which Jack nodded in response, "Well, the school is making a dance for us in two weeks"

"I would say that sounds cool, but based on what you told me about your high school experience I don't know exactly what to say"

Smiling with sweetness bacause of what he said, you were quick to tangle your fingers in his hair, which caused Jack to put his head in your shoulder

"So, what are you going to do?", Jack questioned

"I don't know, I mean I hope the two years of quarantine helped some people to be better", you rambled, "But I still friends have from there who I rarely talk lately and it will be nice to see them in person again"

"In that case, what's the veredict?"

"We are going to that dance"

"Yes!", Jack exclaimed rasing his hand for a high five which you did, "Is there a theme?"

"Hollywood Extravaganza", you responded looking at the flyer, "Babe, this is our theme"

"We are going to be the best dressed", Jack nodded

"Guys, we are happy that you're having a prom night", Josh interrupted, "But we still have to finish the training"

Laughing a little, you and Jack shared a small kiss before continuing with your routines

When Jack said to be the best dressed, you didn't expected to see two designers from the Armani team in your doorway, and even more surprised when they started to fill the dinner table with books with designs and fabric samples

"Dad, what the hell is happening?", you murmured next to him, both with cups full of coffee

"First, don't say bad words in my presence", Skeet said in the same low tone making you smile in fun, "Second, I don't know"

"Y/N", one of them called interrupting the little conversation, "We are ready to start"

Sharing a glance with your dad you aproach the table to sit in front of them, while Skeet went to his office

"We can see the confussion in your eyes, so here it goes the explanation", the other one spoke, "First, we loved to work with you and Jack for the looks for the LA premier of Avatar, and his stylist called us a few days ago about asking for some options of suits for a prom dance, and we instantly asked for you, about what you were going to wear"

"That explains why the other day Jack called me for a second asking me that", you joked making them laugh

"After he told us that you didn't even started to look for outfits, we decided to pay you a surprise visit", the first one continued, "Armani is going to dress you both, so, is there a theme?"

"Hollywood Extravaganza", you nodded

"This is perfect", one of them commented, "You are a legacy child and VFX artist in the making and Jack is a rising star"

Starting with the meeting, they show you some haute couture and ready to wear which none of them catched your attention even if they were beautiful, so the next option was to do something custom made

During the next hour, the three of you spend the time making different designs acording to the theme and looking at the fabric samples, until one of them was the chosen one

"You are going to shine with this dress", one of the designers commented making you smile, "Before we start taking your measurements, we need to disscus the shoes for the lenght of the dress, do you have any that can go with the dress, if isn't the case we can also provide them?"

"I have a pair of black Aevitas that Camila Mendes and Lili Reinhart gave me this Christmas", you answered, "The ones with the 15.5 cm heels"

"They perfect, those are kinda like universal shoes, they go with everything", the other designer said, "Can you bring them so that way we can start with the measurements?"

Nodding, you were quick to go to your room and take the shoes and return to the living room to continue with the dress making process

When the day of the dance arrived, your living room was full since early in the morning with your dads stylist who were also yours arrived to get you ready for the night, starting with some facials to get your skin ready and get your nails done during noon

At lunch time, Jakob and Naiia arrived with food for everyone before starting with the hair and make up

"Look at you, getting all glamed for your prom dance", Naiia joked sitting next to you while the team started with their work, "By the way, the dress is beautiful"

"Thank you", you smiled in response

"So, how do you feel going this late to your prom?", Jakob asked eating french fries

"It's only like year and a half later but a little nervous", you answered with sincerity, "I don't know, I haven't seen any of them in person since the pandemic started"

"And now you are returning in your way to be succesful, and with a boyfriend that we all love, and both dressed in Armani", Jakob said, "Let's hope that that girl Kira has changed in these years"

"Amen", you and Naiia exclaimed

A few minutes later, the front door was knocked which made Skeet leave his spot on the dinning room to attend, returning two minutes later with a big floral arragement

"Tornado, this is for you", Skeet announced leaving it in the center of the dinning table

"Oh my God, they are so beautiful", you exclaimed streching your hand to take the note attached to them reading the envelope, "It's from Jack"

Happy prom night gorgeous! I'm so happy that we get to do this together

I can't wait to see you in a few hours

Love, Jack

Smiling because of the sweetness of his words, you took your phone to send him a text thanking him the flowers, before taking a photo of them and uploading it to your instagram stories tagging him

"I don't know where are going to put them", Jakob commented, "This isn't the Kardashians household"

Thanks to that comment, you, Naiia, Skeet and the rest of the glam team started to laugh

"We are not the Kardashians", Naiia said still laughing

"We should have our own reality show", you joked, "Keeping up with the Ulrichs"

"Screaming with the Ulrichs sound better", Skeet pointed

Keeping with the little jokes and conversations, the hours spend quickly until the front door was knocked again, when your make up in dark blue and silver colors with your nude lipstick and hair styled like Gigi Hadid in the 2018 MET Gala were ready, and again, Skeet went to answer the door this time returning with Jack (who was completely ready) and Anna

"Hi, beautiful", Jack greeted sitting next to you taking your hand, "You look absolutely gorgeous"

"You look handsome as well", you responded smiling, "I love the flowers, they're beautiful"

"I'm glad you loved them"

"Guys, sorry for interrupting the moment", one of the stylist spoke, "But we have to get you dressed right know, but the shoes are going first"

"Okay", you nodded

With the help of the girl who did your nails, you put on the high heels adjusting the straps in your ankles in a way that they don't feel loose before walking to the makeshift dresser in the living room with Naiia and two more styilist to help with the dress and gloves

Once everything was put in place with the outfit, you along with the little crew came out of the makeshift dresser getting instant reactions for everyone

While the glam team put the silver earings and a small and simple silver chain style choker (one of Bailey's gifts for your birthday), the Armani photographers started to take photos of Jack to post later on Instagram, then it was your turn with the whole outfit, and last of both of you, and they were lucky to have two serious photos because after that, the rest were doing funny faces and silly poses

Lastly, before leaving, family photos were taken which ended up being funny because your dad and siblings were basically in pajamas

After a twenty minute car ride, your old school was in sight, also noticing some students of your generation in the entrance

"I haven't been here since march 2020", you sighed while Jack drove towards the entrance were a red carpet was placed, "It feels weird and nostalgic"

"Are you comfortable with this?", Jack asked before stepping out of the car

"Totally", you nodded, "Besides, as you said, we are the best dressed"

Kissing your gloved hand, Jack got out of the car which caused a reaction in some of the ex-students because they didn't expected to see one of the young actors of the moment in there, and they were more surprised when he opened the passenger side streching his hand to help you get out of the car and helping to fix your dress, while one valet went to park the car

Interwining hands, both of you started walking throught the carpet to the inside of the school towards the gym

"Y/N!"

You heard someone screaming your name, which caused both of you to turn in that direction

"Sarah!", you exclaimed with excitement

Happy to see one of your friends in person after months, you almost run towards her which ended up in a hug, while Jack stayed a few steps behind smiling

"I thought that you wouldn't come", Sarah said breaking the hug but still holding your hands, "That dress is amazing"

"I contemplate about coming or not, believe me", you laughed, "Your dress is also amazing, and I want to introduce you to someone"

Being his cue, Jack stepped closer taking your waist

"This is Jack, my boyfriend", you introduced proudly, "Jack, this is my high school best friend Sarah"

"Nice to meet you", Jack smiled with a hand shake

"It's nice to see my best friend happy", Sarah responded watching your face, "Let's go to the gym, almost all our group is in there"

Interwining your free arm with hers and Jack now holding your small purse, the three of you walked towards the gym now decorated as if it was from an award ceremony

"This remind me of the Critics Choice", Jack commented

"But with more space between tables", you joked remembering how small the space was

"One of you has to invite me to a future premiere or event", Sarah spoked with fun, "I want to experience that world"

"Dude, you went with me and my dad to the season one premiere of Riverdale", you pointed with fun

"Yeah, in 2017", she reminded

Laughing, the three of you continue walking throught the gym until a table with familiar faces for you and Sarah, ending in an excited reunion with hugs and meetings, before taking seats

"Dude, I'm going to be honest with you", Noah, another friend of the group spoke towards Jack, "I was scared of you in Scream"

"Thanks, I guess", Jack laughed with his arm in the back of your chair

"You went all psycho killer", Abby, one of the girls of the group said, "Y/N, you nailed your five second cameo, I actually went to see the movie multiple times just to spot you"

"Abby, I love you, you are the sweetest", you said with sincerity, "So, what is everyone doing?"

"Studying fashion design in New York", Scott said

"Training to be a cast member at Disneyland", Abby continued

"Studying law at Standford", Sarah spoke

"Gamer in twitch", Noah finished, "What about you?"

"Practicing to be a VFX make up artist", you answered proudly

"She is awesome at that", Jack exclaimed showing some of your early works making you blush, "Like, this looks so real"

Before anyone of your friends could say something, one of your former classmates stopped by the table interrupting the conversation

"Y/N, hi!", Diana greeted at what you get up from your chair to hug her since she was polite and friendly during your school years, "I'm so happy you are here"

"I'm also happy to be here, I missed you girl", you responded breaking the hug

"Me too, I'm glad that you changed your mind and actually came", Diana smiled making confussion in you and your group, "See you around"

Waiting until she was far, you turned facing your group

"First Sarah told me something similar, now Diana", you pointed taking a seat in your chair, "What the hell is happening?"

With a hand signal from Scott everyone inclined in a way to be closer and listen

"I heard from Irma, who heard it from Daniel, who heard it from Bethany, that Kira said that fame just got to your head and you felt superior to any of us", Scott explained leaving you shocked, "Kira actually tweeted it"

"Is she fucking for real?", you yelled-murmured, "I'm not the egocentric one, she is"

"She has always been ridiculous and jealous of you", Abby pointed, "Like, starting rumours about you is pathetic"

"Here is the tweet", Noah gave you his phone with the tweet on screen

Recieving the phone you read the tweet that only had two likes, but what caught your attention was the username

Leaving the phone on the table you reached your phone which was on one of Jack's jacket pockets unlocking it to enter to your saved tweets

"I thought you quit them for there", Jack frowned looking at the hate tweets from two months ago

"I forgot to do it", you responded finding the ones with the user name, "For context, two months ago I found hate tweets towards me, some of them were from the user name ReginaGeorgeHeir"

"That's Kira's username", Sarah exclaimed

"Yeah, two of them were 'she isn't that pretty' and 'she's a nepo baby, you know how they are'", you read with anger in your voice

"Fucking bitch", Noah exclaimed noticing movement at the entrance, "Speaking of the devil"

Hearing that sentence, the six of you turned towards the entrance of the gym to watch how Kira and her minion Bethany entering

"Wait, that dress looks familiar", you pointed with narrow eyes

"I think is the same one that you wore to the Los Angeles premier of Avatar", Jack said remebering were he had seen it

"More like a dupe", Abby commented

"Girl, if you want to let go your Billy Loomis side on her we won't blame you", Sarah spoke in your direction, "We will help you hide the body and be your alibis"

"And if they ask where we were, let's say we where at econ", Jack joked, "It worked for me"

After that reference joke, your whole table started to laugh incontrolable gaining the attention of people next to you, including from the mean duo

"I give you an advice", Scott talked after the laughs calmed, "First, what are you wearing?"

"Custom Armani", you answered

"Girl, you already won the one sided battle", Scott continued, "I mean, your dad is an icon, you are starting to gain more fame of your own, you are wearing Armani to your prom, you and Jack are the IT young couple of the moment, Kira is the girl who peaked at high school and stayed mean because is everything she has"

"Scott, is right", Sarah nodded, "So let's forget about her and have some fucking fun!"

Agreeing with her, the six of you continued to talk and update about everything, taking pictures, even the boys imitated Jacks "chad face" for some pictures, doing tik toks and sharing the snacks the school provided

When people started to fill the asignated dance floor, your group did the same founding a spot for the six of you

During the next hour and a half, the time was spent dancing the popular songs of the moment that the DJ played and having fun with each other, until a slow song "Love On The Brain" by Rihanna started to sound causing the couples in there to start dancing slowly

"Are you having fun?", Jack asked with his arms circling your waist

"Lots", you smiled with your arms around his neck, "I'm glad that we came"

"Me too", Jack smiled in returned, "And your friends are really cool"

"I think they like you more than they like me", you joked making him laugh

"I actually think that they are testing me to see if I'm good for you"

"You are perfect for me"

Following that small conversation, both of you shared a small kiss that was followed with smaller ones accompanied with giggles from both of you

A few more slow songs followed after the music was stopped causing everyone to look at the stage were Kira was taking a microphone and Bethany was standing in the corner behind her

"Don't tell me she's going to do a speech", Noah groaned

"Hi everyone!", Kira exclaimed

Hearing her voice made your group (and some other people in there) groan in silence

"It's so nice to see everyone here in person", Kira continued with a fake smile, "Like we all look so expensive with our dresses and suits, so as former student president I'm honnored to give a little speech, first of all, I'm so happy to see that every one of you is being succesful, some in college, some working, some having personal bussiness, others taking advantage of parents fame"

"Someone shut her up", you murmured making your group to hold back the laughs

Unfortunately, she heard that thanks to the silence in the room noticing your group a few meters from the stage

"Y/N Ulrich!", Kira exclaimed which made all the heads to turn in your direction including a light from the stage focusing in the six of you almost blinding your group, "So happy to see that your fame didn't stop you from being here with your friends and your famous boyfriend"

"Yeah, I'm not happy to see you ReginaGeorgeHeir", at the moment you said that phrase her face fell, "I know you were one of the people who send hate tweets towards me two months ago"

"I don't know what your talking about", Kira laughed nervously

"Wasn't you the one who tweeted 'she isn't that pretty'?", Abby exclaimed reading her phone

"Or 'she's a nepo baby, we know how they are'?", Scott continued

"It was a little joke", she tried to minimized the situation but you already were walking to the stage with Jack behind you

"It's not funny to bully someone, online or in person", you replied starting to climb the stairs with the help of Jacks hand on your waist and holding one of your hands, "Thanks babe"

"Anytime, gorgeous", Jack nodded staying in the gym floor

"Okey, I tweeted that", Kira admited rolling her eyes, "But everyone was doing it, I just jumped in"

"It's wrong to do that", you claimed, "You bullied me for years in person until you knew who my dad was, and it was because you saw him on Riverdale, and tried to be my friend after years of torture, that's hypocrite, and you and Bethany also torture a lot of us during school years, and know you claim to be happy to see us?"

"You need to chill", Kira replied not knowing what to say, "And if I were you, I would use my dad connections to be succesful as an actress, not singer because your voice is horrible"

"There is the bitch, and your voice is also horrible, well, all your personality is horrible", you spoked causing all the ex-students to cheer, "Fuck, it feels good to finally say this!"

"You know all this that you said people are going to twisted make you seem like the bully, right?", Kira tried to intimidate

"Actually not, I'm live on instagram!", one of your former classmates yelled with his phone up, "1,504 people are seeing this"

"See, I'm not the only one in here that you bullied", you shrugged

"So what, you are going all ghostface on me?", Kira joked

"I mean, people callme the 'Ghostface Princess', my dad was a ghostface, my uncle Matthew was a ghostface, my boyfriend was a ghostface, it wouldn't be weird", you threatened now close to her face, "Boo"

Even if that was a whispered word, she still jumped in fear a little causing everyone to laugh at her

Smiling because she now felt how it was, you started to walk to the stairs taking the hand that Jack was holding to help you

"Oh", you exclaimed turning to look at her, "Nice dupe dress"

"It's original, idiot", Kira argued trying to gain the situation

"It isn't, I know it because I wear the same dress in december, to the Los Angeles premier of Avatar", you smiled, "The original has higher neckline"

"I had it to do some changes"

"It's actually a 2009 Giorgio Armani, basically an archive piece, those are only borrowed, which means no drastical changes can be done"

Smiling and feeling powerful, you and Jack walked with your hands interwined followed by your friends who soon joined you while the rest of ex-students laughed at Kira and Bethany

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yn.ulrich succesful prom night

tagged jackchampion, sarah_woods, abbycutie, not.scott.disick, noahtwitch

jackchampion I said it before, but I'm glad we get to do this together

› yn.ulrich I love you

› jackchampion I love you more

not.scott.disick thank you mom and dad for taking us for a snack after prom

› jackchampion anytime my child

madelame shine my baby, you deserve it

› yn.ulrich thank you favourite red

#baby alien creations #y/n ulrich universe #jack champion #jack champion imagine #jack champion scream #jack champion x reader #jack champion x you #scream #jack champion fanfic #ethan landry x reader #jack champion fluff

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cdyssey · 8 months ago

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Elsbeth, 1.05 Thoughts:

the tennis theme of this one reminds me that I need to go watch challengers.

Ohhhhh, I like the angle of this culprit, that he was a dad trying to help his son get ahead and it went super fucking wrong.

I need the show to figure out some way for Elsbeth not to immediately arrive at the culprit the first time she lays eyes on them woqoqoqoowjsnsns.

Elsbeth bouncing on the exercise ball!!!! God, I love her so much. Carrie Preston is just wonderful.

Elsbeth not liking her own name is a fascinating recurring trait.

“But then you lowkey un-alived him.” [insert steve buscemi how do you do, fellow kids? meme]

The way they’ve written this ball girl’s dialogue is the funniest fucking thing ever.

Ahhhh, Wagner using Kaya to try to figure out what’s going on with Elsbeth. Hhghhshhhh. And Kaya’s loyalties are definitely conflicted.

And now Wagner is trying to shmooze Elsbeth. If I had to guess at this point in the season, my money is on Wagner’s potential corruption being some kind of misdirection… but I’m not sure of what nature yet.

“… he doesn’t like it when I butt in.” There’s definitely a little bit of strain in Elsbeth’s relationship with Teddy. :((

I love the way Elsbeth’s mind works. The way getting the warmed hand towel immediately puts her back on an associative train to the case, but she also knows she was “rude” and just interrupted lunch. Just… an amazing representation of neurodivergence and how it can affect day-to-day interactions.

“This is why people don’t like lawyers.” / “Really? I thought it was the frivolous lawsuits and overbilling.” AKSNSKSNS

I love tht so much of Elsbeth is a commentary on cops being lazy and not being curious/attentive enough to weed out the truth. feels right

Omg, Elsbeth’s tennis fit is so fucking adorable.

GJEOWOWOWOWJS, Elsbeth being horrible at playing tennis.

Hunter figuring it out. :(( Another cool thing the show is consistently doing is making us care about the guest characters, and hell, sometimes even the culprits themselves.

Wagner getting Teddy a job. Aughhhhh, but Elsbeth immediately knows that it muddies the waters. Is he bribing her? Is he being sincere? Some mixture of the two? The tension is this particular subplot is being nicely threaded throughout the season as we continue to question who is Wagner, and what is his deal?

#elsbeth #s: Elsbeth #maggie blogs

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rwac96 · 7 months ago

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Prompt

Alpha Male Stud, Summer/Beach Theme, Crossover, Slutty Sex

Characters: Shadow, Tifa

Summary: Shadow has gone to the beach with Tifa to relax. Unfortunately, his heat cycle was happening around this time, and he could barely control it. Once Tifa comes comes out in a revealing sling bikini, he can't control himself and pounces on her. Not knowing this was her plan all along

Meme: Mating Season

Schlap!-Schlap!-Schlap!-Schlap!--SMACK!!

"Oooh, yes!!" Tifa Lockhart wailed, as she was bent over by the Black Arms-Hedgehog hybrid. "Oooh, don't stop~!!"

The AVALANCHE Brawler's plan went better than she hoped, as she felt Shadow's phallus plunge in and out of her drooling slit. The black-haired beauty wore a revealing sling bikini, while the Ultimate Life Form was going through his heat cycle. Seeing the curvaceous terrorist and his rut being uncontrollable, he let his instincts take the reign. Tifa clutched the towel she laid on top of, her ass raised in the air as her buttocks jiggled and clapped due to the force of his thrusts.

"Oooh, so deep~!!" She slightly turns to the thrusting black & red Mobian, "Aaaahh~!! So wide!!"

Thwalp!-Thwalp!-Thwalp!-Thwalp!--THWACK!!

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mochalottie · 2 years ago

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Headcanons Part 2!

Because you guys liked the others so much and I haven’t been able to write as much as I’d like today. Because your girl has choir tonight. Theme is for the dads, because I miss writing dad!Jake 🥺

Someone has done a meme of it but I completely agree that Jake is Chris Hemsworth at the beach with his kid: holding them by their foot behind his back as he shouts up to Neytiri that they’re fine it’s just a bit of headrush!

Tonowari is Robert Downey Jr sat on the beach towel with his kid cuddled to his chest completely content.

Jake is the kind of dad who wakes his kids by pulling back the blanket first, then turning on the lights/pulling back the tsurak cover, and then heaving the kid up by force.

But then he’s also the sort of dad that has the breakfast ready when the kids come downstairs.

Ronal and Tonowari takes turns cooking, and sometimes work as a team to prep main meal at the end of the day. Tonowari is better at peeling vegetables and Ronal usually handles the meat.

Tonowari likes calm afternoons showing his kids how to make nets or deep diving to find coral. Jake is one of those adventure dads who take the kids and Neytiri for a hike. Or a fly whichever takes his fancy.

Both Tonowari and Jake have a “sink or swim” mentality. The sort that if their kids turn up their noses at food they’d rebuke with “you won’t know until you try it!”

For birthdays, Tonowari would be the one to bring breakfast in bed, with homemade cake for the kid. Jake’s the sort of dad who wakes them up the same (blankets, shouting that it’s time to get up) but would then say that anything the birthday girl/boy says? Goes.

Aka: ice cream for dinner? Done. Skive off school? Did you even have to ask.

#headcanon #jake sully #tonowari #avatar way of water #my dad used to do the waking up thing every morning #like #wake the heck up get outta bed #not awake? oop blanket gone #curtains wide open #lights flicked on and off

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renlyslittlerose · 1 year ago

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19 and 32!

Cheers! 💗For this ask meme~

19. Imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

Sure! They wouldn't be any good, but I'd definitely try my hardest, haha! I'd give you a vintage half-moon manicure~

32. Do you have a favorite towel?

Nope. Unless you count a cute little Christmas themed towel we've had since the 90's that we bring out every Christmas (but never actually use lol)

#ask #reply #tideswept

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attroxx · 9 months ago

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hc + 🎭 for an arts-/crafts-themed headcanon for Axel but specifically about being a scare actor ! Does he make his own costumes or do his own makeup ? Is there a look hes particularly proud of ?

axel isn't super into the actual making of costumes. he tried learning how to sew in highschool but his patience for learning it was just razor thin and he ended up breaking the sewing machine . . . his mom was not pleased. so, he kinda gave up on the making aspect but the makeup he loves doing which is an art in my opinion. mostly he learned by watching a lot of youtube. a lot of practicing and a lot of stained towels.

the looks he really loves are skeletons and clowns. both are super fun. he enjoys zombies too but it takes a long time to do the make up, he's somewhat of a perfectionist when it comes to the make up so he spends a lot of time on it. vampires are fun as well but they don't require much makeup so, he doesn't find them as exciting as zombies or something else.

headcanon meme. — accepting.

#venomyst #〈 answered ask. ★ 〉#〈 axel headcanons. ★ 〉#ty for sending these T^T #me anytime someone lets me talk about axel: WOOOOOOO

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chromatic-lamina · 1 year ago

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🥺🛒🎢

Holding you responsible if I don't get my PPT finished. Ahahahaha.

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Safety after scarring, I guess. Recovery after trauma. Understanding your partner's/friend's/captain's trauma so well that you know when to sit quietly (or not) and be there. (Law x fics; especially MarLaw in my case, and a little bit of ZoLaw; my KidLaw is usually pre- to fairly new relationship). Everyone's a survivor. Some bastards die.

OR the support and understanding of shared backgrounds (Robin and Law—including morbid humour), and Zoro and Law have a good Swordbro relationship in longer fics (understanding and respect between friends) or Hard Ass Grumpy Doctor Who Would Die For A Bear And A Tanuki. Self-indulgent shit 😁

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Misuse of power, fear, resilience, humour, Law, Luffy, Marco and Robin being the worst kind of public transport possible. Robin and Zoro being good Law friends. All members (including Luffy and Zoro) having dogs (Law talked them all into getting rescue dogs). Law having kitschy hobbies beyond coin collecting, and Robin fully being there for him (he collects tea towels and teaspoons as well). If Cora lives in a modern AU he's definitely got some substance abuse problems due to the trauma and injuries. Law not wanting to kill himself? (though he has felt that he has wanted to at times).

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride? (These emojis are very cute).

All of the dark ones. I definitely should've held back on every single one.

Thank you for the ask! ✅ 🍦😈🤭 🎉 🤡🍆 🧐❌🥰🥺🛒🎢 answered. And I'd love to chat more, but ask box for this meme is currently closed (or you can drop an ask, but I won't answer it until maybe Sunday evening [33 minutes away from Saturday here].

#Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask #purplehairedwonder #chromasks #chromanswers #chromalami #chromafic #chromafics

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creativemorningsmontreal · 2 years ago

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Le printemps est arrivé, et il est temps de s'amuser avec notre carton de bingo sur le thème du printemps ! Préparez-vous à cocher les cases avec des fleurs en fleurs, des oiseaux qui gazouillent et des ciels ensoleillés. Toute la preuve que vous avez besoin pour se prouver a nous-memes que l��hiver est fini ! 🌸🐦☀️

Si un marche avec la carte Bingo ne vous conviens pas, tenter une de ces activites creatives pour ajouter de l’ete dans vos journees pluvieuses:

1. Apportez des couleurs vives : Ajoutez des couleurs estivales à votre décoration intérieure, comme des coussins jaune vif ou orange, un tapis coloré ou une peinture joyeuse.

2. Bougies parfumées : Remplissez votre maison du parfum de l'été en utilisant des bougies parfumées ou des huiles essentielles comme les agrumes, la noix de coco ou les fruits tropicaux.

3. Plantes d'intérieur : Apportez un peu de verdure à votre maison avec des plantes d'intérieur qui vous rappellent l'été, comme les palmiers ou les fougères.

4. Jouez de la musique estivale : Créez une playlist de vos chansons estivales préférées et jouez-les dans toute votre maison.

5. Cuisine estivale : Préparez des plats estivaux comme des fruits de mer, du barbecue ou des fruits tropicaux.

6. Habillez-vous en vêtements d'été : Portez des vêtements d'été comme des vêtements de couleur vive ou des imprimés floraux.

7. Utilisez des produits de soins corporels parfumés à l'été : Utilisez des produits de soins corporels tels que de la crème solaire, de l'huile de coco ou du gel douche parfumé à la plage pour vous rappeler l'été.

8. Planifiez des vacances d'été : Commencez à planifier vos vacances d'été en recherchant des destinations tropicales ou des escapades à la plage.

9. Regardez des films estivaux : Regardez des films qui se déroulent en été, comme des films de plage, de surf ou des documentaires de voyage.

10. Apportez la plage chez vous : Créez un espace sur le thème de la plage dans votre maison avec des coquillages, des serviettes de plage, des chaises de plage ou un parasol.

En incorporant ces astuces, vous pouvez apporter la sensation de l'été dans votre vie même pendant les mois d'hiver et journees printannieres.

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Spring has sprung, and it's time to get in on the fun with our spring-themed bingo card! Get ready to mark off squares with blooming flowers, chirping birds, and sunny skies. This is the perfect opportunity to prove to ourselves that winter is finished! 🌸🐦☀️

If you’re not so into a walk with a bingo card, Here are some tricks to make it feel like summer even during the cold and rainy days:

1. Bring in bright colors: Add some summer colors to your home decor, such as bright yellow or orange pillows, a colorful rug or a cheerful painting.

2. Scented candles: Fill your home with the scent of summer using scented candles or essential oils such as citrus, coconut, or tropical fruits.

3. Indoor plants: Bring in some greenery to your home with indoor plants that remind you of summer such as palm trees or ferns.

4. Play summer music: Create a playlist of your favorite summer songs and play them throughout your home.

5. Cook summer dishes: Cook up some summer dishes such as seafood, BBQ, or tropical fruits.

6. Dress in summer clothes: Wear summer clothes such as bright colored clothing or floral prints.

7. Use summer scented body products: Use body products such as sunscreen, coconut oil or beach-scented body wash to remind you of summer.

8. Plan a summer vacation: Start planning your summer vacation, researching tropical destinations or beach getaways.

9. Watch summer movies: Watch movies that take place during the summer, such as beach movies, surfing movies or travel documentaries.

10. Bring the beach to you: Create a beach-themed area in your home with seashells, beach towels, beach chairs or a beach umbrella.

By incorporating these tricks, you can bring the feel of summer into your life even during the winter months... now spring months!

Avez-vous d’autres idees?? Any other ideas??

#bingodeprintemps #creativemornings #cmcorruption #CorruptionWinter #MTLCM #springtimebingo

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itslouisan · 7 months ago

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1- Urahara Kisuke from Bleach, Philza, Chiaki namimi, Toph, Ralsei and many others

2- definitely matches, they sound dramatic and I can throw them around, as a kid I used to light them just to watch the fire

3- depends if my cats are there, usually open for my cats but with curtains closed

4- I think none, but I do think maybe Michael Jackson is alive, there's a small chance demons could be real (like for me 0,00001%) and that queen Elizabeth is real

5- brown... hazel...idk the difference between them

6- because I felt too silly/bc I was bored

7- none

8- around 4

9- I don't drink coffee but any temperature of tea slaps

10- definitely, then I would post about it here, on Twitter and TikTok and try to make people make it a trend or gaslight people saying the posts were never real just for memes

11- theater and art class

12- too hot for my liking

13- about 2 hours ago (lunch)

14- don't really care for it

15- yep, I adopt anyone I like and protect my friends like I'm a dad so sure

16- nope

17- nearsighted definitely

18- sometimes 2 in 1 shampoo, conditioner, regular shampoo, soap.

19- nah

20- soda or cola

21- monster high dolls I use for drawing references

22- introverted weird kid who spends too much time online

23- love it, I kill for it

24- drawing, listening to music and swinging my feet

25- maybe lotion? Idk

26- me becoming a big streamer/youtuber, me with my best friends doing anything really

27- 2-6 hours

28- sometimes when I want to hide my face away or when I'm sick

29- idk just enough to not burn or freeze me

30- yep, 2 mugs, 1 plate

31- anime ops, lemon demon, cavetown

32- soft towels that are big

33- me going to the japanese street with my friends to celebrate my b-day

34- under my skin jukebox the ghost, the whole being dead thing pt 1 and 2 of the Beetlejuice musical, most of cavetown songs, most of the "dsmp themed" songs ever

35- BRT

36- none

37-my dad's friends

38- idk coconut ones

39- sometimes

40-yesyes, chocolate biscuits with red berries tea

41- replacing it with tea, no sugar, a bit of honey in it

42- Pinterest, twitch, YouTube and TikTok

43- I hate them, they are only pain, no taste.

44- any rich person, asshole or idk annoying bullies

45- watched bleach, watched Philza, studied, stayed in bed doing nothing and forgot to eat twice

46- Nightmare before Christmas

47- "going to Kumon, I'll see you in a couple of hours, also stop falling off your chair"

48- ehhh godfathers Birthday, it was some expensive sake bs (I liked it, just think alcohol kinda tastes all the same)

49- nope

50- yeah I mean sure

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

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hoggleswart · 2 years ago

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justin: 19, 21, 23 !

MISC. SMALL DETAILS ASK MEME . . . ( accepting! )

WHAT HOUSEHOLD CHORE DO THEY LIKE DOING?

Honestly . . . there isn’t a household chore Justin would ever particularly begrudge doing. Growing up, his parents taught him the importance of cleaning up your own mess. He’s absolutely the kind of housemate that always cleans his bowl after breakfast, always puts his wet towel in the laundry basket, always uses a coaster. Except when it comes to his room. His room is a no - go zone; there’s clothes everywhere, the bed is never made. He cleans more for those around him rather than himself. If he had to, wand - to - his - head, pick a favourite, it would probably be vacuuming . . . which is because it’s usually 20% cleaning / 80% using the vacuum as a dance partner to his ‘doing chores’ playlist.

IN A RELATIONSHIP, ARE THEY THE ONES STEALING THEIR PARTNERS’ CLOTHING? OR ARE THEY THE ONES HAVING THEIR CLOTHES STOLEN?

I would say in most cases, it’s on even footing. Justin has no qualms in handing over his hoodie, but you’ll absolutely also see him wearing your scarves, borrowing your nail polish, wrapping himself up in your sweater. When Justin is in a relationship, as long as the person is comfortable with it, it tends to become two wardrobes for the pair of you . . . and sometimes even when you’re not in a relationship, his friends might notice him doing the same.

DO THEY HAVE A COMFORT MOVIE / BOOK / TV SHOW?

He has one of each. Comfort movie is Spirit; Stallion of the Cimarron. Any animated film actually is a clear winner, but that one in particular reminds of freedom, childhood & never giving up, which he often needs. Book is The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgeson Burnett ( and he’s fond of the 1993 film too! ) because his mom read it to him as a child. TV is Friends and sadly, his roommates do hear him clapping along to the theme tune at three in the morning.

#𝐯𝐢. 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. ⸻ justin maximilian finch-fletchley.

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generalfoolish · 3 years ago

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Part Three: Nightmare on 11th Street

Part Three Summary: In which Vigilante needs to law low, and you meet the 11th Street Kids.

Pairing: Vigilante (Adrian Chase) x F!Reader

Warnings: *All of my works are M for mature so 18+ please; language, language, language, canon typical violence, sexual themes, eating, moral contemplation, masturbation (fem), spicy adjacent.

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: Posting at work, on my phone, so ignore typos/structure abnormalities. Will probably come back and clean it up at some point. Had some fun integrating the gang this time <3

Masterlist | Taglist | Part Two | Part Four

In the dim, candlelit bathroom, you relaxed further into the sudsy bath, sipping from your glass of wine as you did. The soapy water had stung your scrapes and cuts, but the warm water was soothing to your sore muscles. You closed your eyes and rolled your neck.

Beside you, your phone started vibrating, a rare occurrence since you never had service, and you peeked at the notification. You smiled at the merman emoji, and opened the message. To your dismay it was just another link to the shared Spotify playlist that Vij had sent you. He was adamant that you listen to more Taylor Swift. Everytime he added a new song, or thirty, he sent you the link again. It was sweet in its own way, a reminder that you were on his mind, and more personal than the constant stream of memes, Reddit links, and random facts.

Not that you minded hearing anything from him. He had wormed his way in, and soon you found yourself distracted thinking about those soft green eyes, hidden behind glasses. The last time you had seen him, when he’d shown you his face, he had slipped his glasses on. The smile he had given you was pure sin, a million watts and all puffy lips. You had leaned in to kiss him again, all rational thought long gone, and he had clumsily tried to readjust your glasses at the same time. It had ended with him poking you in the eye, and apologizing while getting an ice pack. And to your never ending dismay, nothing had happened. You’d settled in on your ruined couch, nursing your eye, and nestled against his side. You fell asleep listening to him review a movie he had recently seen, and woke up alone. He’d left a note, scrawled in the worst handwriting you’d ever seen, with his number and a promise to be back soon.

That had been two weeks ago. He sent you endless texts, whatever he was thinking, selfies, and everything he saw on the internet. It was endearing, when you received the messages, but you were beyond frustrated. You believed that he would be back, but the longer it took the more impatient you were. You contemplated snapping a quick shot of yourself in the tub, hoping to expedite the process, when you thought better of it.

Before you could really think about it, really decide, your hand was skimming down your slick skin and slipping between your folds. You were back in the middle of that burning kiss that had been smoldering since he left. You pressed down gently on your clit, swirling softly. The bruises and split in your lip had long healed, but it didn’t take much to remember how sore your lips were. You leaned your head back, readjusting, reaching down to your entrance, when someone knocked a rapid series against your door.

You jerked in shock, spilled your wine and almost knocked over a candle.

“Fuck.” You muttered, standing, and grabbing your towel. In a flurry of movement, you unstopped the tub and blew the candles out, while throwing your hair up in the towel. You snatched your glasses from the sink, and turned the light off. You grabbed your robe and began making your way to the front door while wrapping up in the soft material.

The knocking was relentless; they literally did not stop knocking.

“I’m coming, jesus!” You shouted, jogging slightly, and pulling the door open. “What?” You asked with more force than necessary.

You were too stunned to say anything else, though, because Vigilante was standing in front of you. Your cheeks immediately warmed, trying to put distance between the fact that you were about to jerk off to the man in front of you.

Any hopes of finishing what you had started evaporated just as quickly. Behind Vij, was a group of people, all of whom were drenched in blood.

“Hiya peachy!” Vij announced, pushing past you to come inside. He paused and readjusted your robe to cover more of your chest, and patted your shoulder. “This is the gang!” You furrowed your brows as they moved inside, not bothering to wait for you to move.

“I, for one, can’t believe he wasn’t lying.” A man who was much taller than everyone else grumbled. He had a distinctive beard, and was much cleaner than the others. You raised an eyebrow at him, and he shrugged. You turned back to Vij who was pulling off his mask, and you bit your lip to keep your expression neutral. He slipped his glasses on and smiled at you, and it was almost good enough to forgive the intrusion. Almost.

“What the fuck?” You asked plainly.

“We needed somewhere safe to stay for a minute, and I knew your place was safe and secluded.” He explained, settling on the couch, and giving you a thumbs up. You looked around the room, and found everyone looking back at you expectantly. You sighed, annoyed.

“Fine, fine. Help yourself to whatever. Just, maybe shower before you hang out?” You asked, looking pointedly at Vij, he smiled widely at you.

“They’ll be good, I swear!” He told you, lifting his thumb up again. You rolled your neck and rubbed your forehead.

“Did we interrupt something?” One of the women asked, poking her head out from the bathroom. She was beautiful, and smiling at you. She was all curves, with amazingly textured hair. You stammered.

“I was in the bath.” You mumbled, shaking your head. “You can move the candles.” You told her, waving your hand in dismissal about them.

“Candles?” The tall, muscular man asked. He was in a bright red shirt, and holding a shiny, metal helmet. You recognized him as Vigilante’s wallpaper after a beat.

“It’s called self-care.” You muttered, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall.

“It’s called masturbation.” He countered, snorting at you. You felt the blood drain from your face immediately.

“What?” You managed to ask, even sounding offended.

“Dude, your girlfriend was flicking her bean.” The man said, turning to Vij. The way Vij looked at you, like it was just you and him, stuttered your heart. And the way your heart was in your throat kept you from protesting the girlfriend line.

“What? Really?” He asked, searching your face excitedly.

“No, just a bath and some wine.” You explained, shaking your head. You wondered if he could tell you were lying, if they could all tell.

“Wait, you’re really his girlfriend?” The other woman asked, she was shorter, blonde, and severe. You narrowed your eyes.

“Is that so surprising?” You asked, not bothering to worry about the fact that you didn’t actually think that you were his girlfriend.

“Yes, actually. Super shocked.” The muscular man interjected.

“Why?” You inquired turning on him.

“Because it’s Adrian? He’s a loser.” He scoffed in answer.

Adrian? Your heart fluttered against your chest, loving how his real name sounded. You opened your mouth to argue about him being a loser, but were stopped before you could.

“And a fucking maniac?” The tall man added.

“With a thimble dick.” The muscular man finished. You glanced at Vij, or Adrian, who was just sitting on the couch, eyes bouncing from person to person, smile growing at every quip, clearly enjoying the banter despite it being about him.

“What the fuck? These are your friends?” You asked as his eyes landed on you again. And he nodded, excited.

“Yeah! That’s Peacemaker!” He explained, pointing to the muscular man. You rolled your eyes and nodded your head in his direction.

“The fucking thumb? He looks like a pussy.” You snapped, your frustration boiling over.

“Hey! Fuck you, I don’t care what you think. You’re fucking an idiot.” Peacemaker grumbled, and you popped your neck.

“All done!” The woman from the bathroom called out, stopping what you were about to say. “Damn, what’d I miss? It’s tense as hell in here.”

“They’re all idiots.” The blonde explained, moving to the bathroom. You sighed and glanced at Vij, who was looking up at you with an adorable set of puppy eyes. He could get anything he wanted with those, you realized with an eye roll.

“Sorry, Peacemaker. You don’t look like a pussy.” You told him, through a clenched jaw. His jaw ticked and he nodded.

“Fine. Sorry, you’re very hot. Threw me off. Expected a real uggo.”

“Okay, well, there’s food in the kitchen if anyone is hungry. I can run into town to get different stuff tomorrow, but for tonight, help yourself to what I have.” You announced, and sat down heavily on the couch. Adrian pulled you into his side, before you could protest, and kissed the side of your head.

“You’re so bloody, Adrian.” You told him quietly, and an emotion you didn’t recognize flashed in his eyes for a second.

“Guess you’ll need another bath.” He mumbled against your hair. “Take one with me.” You laughed, and settled in.

“I like Adrian.” You said softly, just for him. He tensed beside you.

“Sorry, I had a plan of how I wanted to tell you my name.”

“What was it?”

“When I was going down on you, I would stop right before you came and tell you, so you could scream it.” You snorted and kissed his jaw.

“You told your friends I was your girlfriend?” You asked, barely a breath in his ear. He shuddered beside you.

“Yeah, I guess we didn’t say anything about it, but I showed you my face, it seemed significant enough.”

“Why did you come here? Really?”

“I missed you. I thought of like six other places that would have been safer, more accommodating, and less of an intrusion. I just missed you.” He admitted, running his thumb over your cheek.

“I missed you too, Adrian.”

“Hey peachy?” You rolled your eyes.

“I hate that.” You announced, sullenly.

“I know, I saved you as a peach in my phone.”

“What is it?” You asked, skipping over his confession.

“You look stupid hot.” He told you, beaming at you with a smile that was all teeth and dimples.

“Thanks, Adrian.”

“I like it when you say that.” His smile turned into something softer, a whisper of his normal, jovial smile, that turned your insides to liquids.

“Your name?”

“Yeah. Did you listen to the new songs I added?” He asked quickly.

“You sent them two seconds before you showed up.” You teased, picking at a thread on your robe.

“So, did you?” He asked, lacing his fingers between yours.

“Yes, dork. But I told you, I don’t like T Swift.” You told him, shaking your head.

“Why? She has a sexy butt.” He argued, frowning, like that would qualify her as a musical artist you liked or not.

“Show me.” You caved, smirking.

“Fine. Here.” He answered, quickly handing his unlocked phone over, already pulled up to google images.

“Did you have that already pulled up?” You asked, incredulous.

“No. Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t search for pictures of Taylor Swift’s sexy butt.” He scoffed, clearly lying.

“Yes, you do, dude. Literally, I’ve found that in your search bar so many times.” Peacemaker laughed while walking in with a bowl of lettuce.

“Okay, yeah. That’s just because I was looking for pictures of her sexy butt.” Adrian explained slowly.

“Whatever, dude, yeah she’s hot. I don’t like her music that much.” Adrian groaned, dejectedly, beside you.

“She’s the best. Wait, did you say she was hot?” He asked quickly, much more animated.

“Yeah, I mean she is hot. Not really my type, though.” You told him, casually shrugging. His face went completely slack, like he had been completely powered down.

“What’s your type?” Peacemaker asked, crunching the mixed greens loudly. You pretended to think about it for a minute.

“Dark and dangerous.” You replied, satisfied that it would regenerate Adrian. He perked up immediately.

“Like Harcourt?” He asked, eyes as big as dinner plates. You huffed a laugh out and shrugged.

“Who is that? Another pop singer?” You asked, laughing. His expression shifted to one of grimace. You followed his eyes to the bathroom.

“Did you just call me a pop singer?” The blonde, Harcourt, asked, sounding only slightly miffed.

“Oh, sorry. Yeah, like Harcourt.” You shrugged, then turned back to Adrian. He was buzzing, the news clearly having broken him in half, and you could feel the energy coming off of him.

“So, like maybe we could–” He began, the words tumbling out quickly.

“Nope, not having a threesome with you and Harcourt.” You denied, immediately. You heard Harcourt snort, and Peacemaker grumble. You raised an eyebrow, wondering about the group’s dynamics, but turned back to Adrian.

“Okay, but what about–” He began, his cheeks bright pink.

“Nope, not having a threesome with you and Peacemaker.” You answered quickly, crossing your arms.

“I didn’t even say it.” He pouted beside you, and began tracing swirls into your thigh with his finger. You realized dumbly that it was your bare thigh, which was exposed to everyone in the room. You pulled it down, and clamped your thighs together, suddenly very aware of how little you were wearing and how many people were in the room.

“What were you going to ask, then?” You asked, redirecting his attention away from your skin.

“If we could have a threesome with Chris.” He didn’t look up at you as he mumbled the words out.

“Who is?” You asked for clarification, though you had a pretty good idea.

“Peacemaker.” You laughed at his frown, and kissed his cheek.

“Right. Just no threesomes, for now.” You settled on, knowing that the conversation was far from over.

“That’s not a no!” He exclaimed, stealing a kiss. His lips parted to deepen the kiss, but you pulled away, leaving him frowning.

“You have, fucking, nothing to eat.” The tall man complained, eating directly from a bag of kettle chips.

“Sorry, I didn’t know I was hosting.” You apologized sarcastically, trying not to roll your eyes.

“Also, Peachy’s a vegetarian!” Adrian announced from beside you, his hand curling around yours again. You studied him with pinched eyebrows.

“How’d you know that?” You asked, confused. You were sure you hadn’t mentioned it, hadn’t had a reason to.

“You use soymilk, but you also use honey.” Adrian explained, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You chuckled, and nodded.

“I mean, you're actually right. I’ll get regular stuff tomorrow, how long are you all staying?”

“Forever!” Adrian laughed, his bright smile beaming at you.

“Two days.” Harcourt answered at the same time, cutting her eyes at Vij before rolling them.

“Great, make a list I guess.” You told them, shrugging.

“Great! You all do that, we’ll shower.” Adrian told them, pulling you to your feet as he got up. You shook your head.

“I don’t think–” You started, pulling your hand out of his grasp.

“Yeah, no way are we listening to you have sex, right now.” Chris said, sounding disgusted.

“Turn on the tv.” Adrian pouted, looking at you hopefully. You shook your head.

“I’m not having sex with you, with my living room full of people.” You argued, and he exhaled loudly, dramatically.

“Fine. Shower with me, anyway?” He asked, staring at you with such a hopeful expression, and such pouty eyes, that you couldn’t say no.

“Fine.” You agreed, laughing as he dragged you across the room to the bathroom.

“No masturbating either!” Chris shouted out, muffled as Adrian shut the door.

“I’m serious.” You told him, crossing your arms. “I’m not having sex with you right now.”

“I know. I just wanted to see you.” He told you quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It was so earnest, so sweet, that you almost felt bad. Then he grabbed your tit, and you didn’t feel as bad.

“So soft. Squishy.” He sighed into your neck. "Are you doing regular self-exams?" He asked, his breath hot on your neck.

"Yes, I am." You laughed, pulling away from him.

"Good. Breast cancer is not a joke. My dad does Breast Cancer runs to raise money for the cause, when he's not pretending to be gay to get away from me." You scrunched your eyebrows, parsing through his words slowly. You decided to put it on a shelf, come back to it another time.

“Let’s just get in. You’ve ruined my robe, my couch, and my floor, you know?”You mumbled, reaching out to turn the water on, twisting the hot and cold taps to your preferred temperature.

“How?” He asked, sounding offended. You took your glasses off and scoffed.

“The blood! You always come in here, soaked in blood.”

“Not always!” He argued, hands on his hips.

“Two out of three is not favorable odds.” You grumble, dropping your robe and climbing in. It’s only after you push your face into the hot water and blink away the drops from your eyes, that you notice Adrian’s gaze on you. And it’s only when you feel his stare that you realize that he’s never seen you naked.

He’s never seen any part of you without clothes on, and as you stand under the water with his scrutiny you start to feel embarrassed. Immediately, you’re shy, and turn slightly away, as if you hadn’t just literally disrobed in front of him. You were about to beg him to say something when his jaw lifted from the floor.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous. I know I say that all the time, but fuck, you’re…I mean you’re literally the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, and it’s actually not fair how hot you are. I’m really glad I brought everyone here tonight, but now I wish they were all gone.” He rambled, still staring at you.

“Oh, well, you can come back.” You told him, giving him a small smile.

“Yeah?” His face lit up, and his smile knocked you back. You leaned forward to kiss his dimples.

“Yeah. Your turn, drop the suit, Vij.” You instructed, watching him like he had watched you.

“Okay. It takes a minute though, it’s actually secured by my own design of interlocking plates.” He explained, unlocking the clasps of his front piece.

“Looks complicated.” You agreed, suppressing your grin as you watched him move methodically through the pieces.

“It is. It has to be. So that enemies can’t get under the armor.” He said, looking up at you, serious as a heart attack. You hum in agreement, slipping back under the water.

“You’re so hot.” Adrian told you, slipping behind you into the cramped shower. “You’re ethereal, and you’re letting me see your boobs.” He whispered against the back of your neck. His hands ghosted over your skin, squeezing and pulling, before he cleared his throat.

“Soap time!” He chirped, cheerfully. He grabbed your body wash and squirted a healthy amount on his hand, before setting the bottle down and rubbing his hands together. He lathered you up carefully, taking extra care to rub your breasts softly and thoroughly, placing kisses as he soaped you up.

“Rinse.” He instructed, turning you around to face the water. You let him move you around, his rough hands moving softly across your skin.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” He told you, pulling you against him and kissing you deeply.

“You didn’t try anything.” You mumbled against his lips, with your body pressed against his, though, you could feel how hard he was. The fire between you could have burned the house down at that point, this precarious knife’s edge that you were forced to balance, constantly teetering to the side of.

“You said no. Did you want me to? If you wanted to have sex, you shouldn’t have said you didn’t want to have sex. I take consent very seriously. I kill rapists. They’re like my fourth favorite kind of person to kill.”

“Wait, you have a list?”

“Of course: racists, murderers, pedos, and rapists. But, I’m not that picky. About types of people to kill, or types of people to have sex with.”

“I did mean it when I said no, but…”

“Now you’ve changed your mind, once you saw my body? The amount of times that has happened to me…”

No! It’s not like that, Adrian. It’s just, Chris was right.”

“Yeah, he's always so spot on about penis nicknames. I went through puberty late, but I haven't got any negative feedback recently."

"Not about your penis, Adrian. Which is…nice." You glanced down at the hard length between you, and bit your lip. Nice was an understatement, he was long and deliciously thick. You quickly imagined him splitting you in half, and shook your head.

"I was masturbating when you all showed up." You admitted, tearing your gaze away from his dick, and meeting his slack-jawed expression.

"You jerk off?" He was staring at you with such a mix of wonder and joy and genuine shock that you laughed.

"Sure, women jerk off too."

"Were you watching porn?" He asked, rubbing up and down your back loosely, twirling your hair when he touched it.

"No, I was just thinking…" You trailed off, debating on how much to reveal. But, standing under the steady stream of hot water with your bodies pressed against each other, you realized your cards weren't as close to your chest as you thought.

"You. I was thinking about you."

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noctilucous-sunni · 3 years ago

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hands hcs ~ part 2

warnings: mentions of implied violence, blood, injury, suggestive themes at the end

info/tropes: fluff, gn!reader, harbinger!reader

notes: i went overboard with this. it was meant to be both childe and scara but i got carried away with his part lmao. here is my favorite bitchy harbinger. hes pretty but a bitch.

masterlist.

feat. character(s); scaramouche

Affection? Him?? Embodiment of the “ew, affection. do it again.” meme

has such pretty hands (he just does)

his hands have always been used to hurt, torture, destroy, and kill so when you act as if their precious porcelain he just doesn’t function.

his hands are suprisingly very delicate and gentle around you, he constantly tries to make sure that his grip is never too tight, that his hands are not rough, hes trying not to break you

his hands are kinda soft

whenever you try to hold his hand he always shoves you away but you don't stop trying just to annoy him or because you’re extra determined and then he will just roll his eyes and let you interlink your hands together while he very slowly and lightly curls his fingers around yours

hes bad at intimacy ok (me too 💀💀)

never asks for affection, he needs to maintain his rep huh??

will either grab your wrist and then silently slide his hand down to fit into your palm, acting as if nothing happened. What even happened? nothing.

he likes it when his fingers or his thumb rubs the pulse point on your wrist, he likes feeling your pulse under his fingers, it's almost comforting, though he would never admit it but it's his way of knowing you’re safe and alive and with him

“I’m home, Scara.” You say, closing the door behind you. You’re tired and filthy and covered in blood from a former adversary you had just defeated. Work as a harbinger never ended, you knew this. Today was simply one of the harder days. Taking a seat on the floor to avoid blood getting on the sofa or chairs, you rub your temples lightly. You can almost see the electro user rolling his eyes.

“Do you really need to say that every time?” The Balladeer states, sounding rather exasperated despite being pleased at your return. He walks over from the kitchen to where you sat on the floor, head in your hands.

“If I didn’t, you would think some random stranger entered our house and then would have killed me.”

“Hmph. What’s up with you?”

You finally turn your head in the direction of his voice, meeting his gaze with a scowl. “I’m not in the mood for this today, Scara.”

The harbinger scoffs, looking down at you. He clenches his jaw and takes hold of your wrist to pull you up. Your hands were so unnaturally cold, he had to stop himself from flinching ever so lightly. Stumbling out of surprise, you nearly bump into his chest. Without saying a word, Scaramouche starts dragging you towards the bathroom. “Wait, what are you–”

He cuts you off, his grip tightening. However, you can feel his thumb lightly brushing in a circle against the pulse point in your wrist. You soften a bit at the unspoken gesture.

“Come here.” Scaramouche demands, letting go of your hand in order to turn on the faucet and get some water running.

“Do I even have a choice?”

He doesn’t answer. You sigh, grabbing a footstool to sit down on. “Scara, really, what–”

“Tsk. Be quiet.” His voice is harsh, it’s always been, but Scaramouche’s hands grasp and examine you with such gentleness and care, something that has never been used to describe him, not even the thought of it, his reputation makes absolute sure of that. Scaramouche proceeds to wipe a soft, damp towel on your neck, removing much of the blood of some stranger who had fallen to your weapon.

“Pft. I can’t believe you can’t even kill someone cleanly. Was it because of that ginger nuisance? Hmph. You’re going to need training again. Not from Childe.” Scaramouche says distastefully, meeting your eyes again.

“I’ll tell him you said that.” You teasingly retort, a small smile now curving on your lips.

The harbinger clicks his tongue indignantly, turning your neck a little to the side. “Was that meant to be a threat?” His breath brushes hotly against your ear as he leans closer, just to watch you freeze. You recover quite well though and in due time.

Scaramouche sighs, running a new towel under some water after he finishes cleaning your neck. “This is what happens when you train with him. Absolutely filthy.” He says, rolling his eyes in exasperation.

You imitate him badly, snickering a little. Instead of letting you talk again, he starts wiping blood off your face, an annoyed look on his own. You want to lean into his touch, the way his hand cups the back of your head to keep you steady while his own fingers lightly brush against your skin while he wipes off any blood on your face. You choose to stay quiet this time. When he’s finished, Scaramouche throws the towel into the basin, not actually caring where it goes.

You reach for his hand, and unlike all the times he pushes or shoves you away, he doesn’t react, allowing you to clasp his hand.

“What?”

You don’t answer, giving him a short smile instead. The Balladeer certainly did not expect for you to raise his hand to your lips, placing a delicate kiss on his knuckles.

Shortly after, he pulls his hand away, and you chuckle. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He asks roughly, but you’ve noticed how he had previously frozen up and that a nearly non-existent red blush has started spreading across his face. You snickered lightly at how seemingly flustered he was becoming. It wouldn’t be noticeable to the mere stranger or even a fellow harbinger but you knew and had grown accustomed to his mannerisms and actions.

“Well, since you never ask for affection, can’t I just give you some?” You mildly tease, as he scowls, walking back to the living room with you following him. He certainly doesn’t answer your question. Scaramouche sinks into the living room couch, lazing on it comfortably soon enough. You stand next to him, a cheeky smile stretching across your face. “So, speaking of affection, I think that– Whoa!”

You shout as he suddenly tugs on your wrist, pulling you into his lap as your hands splayed out over his chest. You grip onto his shirt tightly, surprised by the motion. Now you were the one getting flustered. It was definitely displayed much more on your face than it ever would on the harbinger. Scaramouche stares at you for a moment, before speaking with his tone down a level or two of grumpy, so you could see he was trying to be less mean than he usually was.

“If you don’t shut up and stop talking, I’ll make sure that you do.” His hand is still curled around your wrist, as he stares at you. You always got so lost in his pretty, indigo eyes.

“I wanted to say thank you.” You whisper, before the distance between the two of you closes suddenly. The feeling and action of his lips on yours was unexpected but certainly welcomed. You kiss him back eagerly, maybe a little too eager. Damn it. He smirks against your mouth, before pulling away. A short whine escapes from you, as you pout.

“What you’ll be thanking me for is something else…” Scaramouche says, leaning down to whisper in your ear, his voice hot and breathy. You blush violently, caught off guard by his use of words as he gets up. You giggle suddenly and shriek out of surprise as he picks you up, holding you against his chest. Your laughter intoxicated him, it was the only thing that truly ever would. Placing passionate kisses on your neck, he carried you to the shared bedroom. Your giggles are soon gone, replaced with soft moans as Scaramouche bites the sensitive skin on your neck and collarbone, melting into you.

a/n: im super dead, sick and jetlagged rn but im happy to have finally posted this hehe. sorry for any errors though, I didn’t edit it as much as I should have.

#sunni writes #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche fluff #suggestive themes #scaramouche x gn reader #scaramouche genshin impact #fluff #got carried away and wrote this self indulgent piece #i have a problem and it is that im a giant simp for him #scara x reader #LOL OK THIS FLOPPED SO BAD BUT OH WELL #tbh if i didnt like the piece and it flopped i would be horrible BUT #i acttually had a lot of fun writing it and i do personally like it since its personally VERY SELF INDULGENT #so the fact that it flopped doesnt even bother me anymore lmao

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whisk3yteacup · 3 months ago

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I love the term dilly-dally! When I was a very little girl, corporation had crazy gimmicks to sell their products....drinking glasses if you sent in enough proof of purchases, bath towels rolled into the laundry soap box (small and inadequate to be sure), and let's not forget S&H stamps. Well, the Gulf petroleum company who had gas stations across the US partnered with Disney and sold albums of movie theme songs, most of which I hadn't seen. We're talking the early 60's here! I cannot remember what movie the song is from but it's called Dilly Dilly. I can sing it to this day. "Lavender blue, dilly dilly, Lavender Green. You'll be my Queen, Dilly Dilly and I'll be your King". Sweetest song!!! This meme took me right back there. TY!

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pendragonfics · 2 years ago

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Hold me close, Hold me fast

Paring: Happy Hogan/Reader

Tags: female or male or no gender reader, halloween, halloween costumes, insecurity, domestic fluff

Summary: It's Halloween, and __________ is supposed to be handing candy out with their boyfriend, Happy. So why hasn't he come to join them yet?

Word Count: 1,080

Current Date: 20/10/2022

Picture this: it’s Halloween night (a Monday), and the only trick-or-treaters are the teenagers without curfew and their kid siblings they’re forced to hang out with. Everyone else went out last night, but there’s an unspoken tradition that the 31st of October must be spooky. Nonetheless, you sit on the front verge with a near-empty pail, dressed like the pumpkin-faced man from that viral Halloween meme video. You know, with the original ghostbusters theme in the background. So far, you’ve handed out candy alone, but that’s about to change.

You leave the pail by the bottom step and enter the place. It’s only been seven months since you moved in with Happy, and still, there’s so much to unpack. At least there are a few decorations, including a framed picture of you both in the teacups at a carnival. You can’t see Happy; last you saw him, he was on the couch in his suit and loosened tie, playing a gatcha game on his phone. You lift your pumpkin-faced mask to sit on your head and enter the bedroom.

Good call: the shower is running. The Halloween costume you both picked out is still on the end of his side of the bed, and a trail of clothes leads to the ensuite. Tie, shirt, pants, socks…briefs. He’s left the door open. You stay at the threshold and knock on the door.

“Thought you were going to join me out the front?”

There’s a splutter from the other side of the shower screen. “__________! You scared me.”

“Boo,” you say half-heartedly, “…sorry.” Another pause, “Is everything okay?”

The water shuts off. Silently, Happy makes his way out of the shower, wrapped in a navy towel. He passes you, walking to the side of the bed he sleeps on, the Halloween costume between you both. This pause is so very pregnant that you’re unsure if you’ve overstepped on something. You rack your memory to find a reason for this; timewise, it’s still very early in your relationship.

“It’s been a long day,” he tells you, putting on his underclothes.

“I know; I’ve had one too.”

“How can I say this…” he rubs a hand over his face. “I’m too old for this kind of thing.”

“Are you saying you’re too adult to dress up?” You cross your arms over your chest. If he’s saying he’s too old to play dress up for the benefit of the neighbourhood trick-or-treaters, you wonder what it says about you.

Happy blinks. “No, not –” He sighs. “It came out wrong.” He shakes his head and moves to put on his pyjamas from under his pillow. “…maybe next year, I can do it.”

“Is this about the costume itself?” you ask. “Help me out, Harry; I’m trying my best here.”

He sits on the bed and motions for you to join him. The mattress is soft under your touch, but it’s more soothing to be in Happy’s arms, smelling his soap and shampoo, feeling his unshaved face bristle against your skin. You pull him into your side, and together you lay back against the backboard for a moment of peace.

“I don’t look so good lately, __________.” He mumbles into the space between your shoulder and neck, his breath hot against your skin. “Need to hit the gym more.”

“Oh, Harry,” you pull him in tighter. “That’s why?”

He moves a little, settling into your embrace. “I tried on the pants earlier in the week. They…don’t fit. They do, but not.” You frown but stay quiet. “They’re my size, and they look okay, but when I tried on the outfit, I didn’t feel okay.”

“Then screw the pants,” you say.

He sits up, looking back at you, confused. “What?”

“The pants. Screw them.” You dismount the bed and take the pants from where they sit at the end of the bed. “You don’t have to wear them if they make you feel like crap.”

“But you’re in your costume already,” he remarks.

You shrug and take the mask completely off. “I’m pretty sure that if my boyfriend feels awful, then it’s my right, as his partner, to do what it takes to feel better and to make the best of the situation.” You toss the mask and his pants toward the hamper, where they thud miserably against the side of the basket. “It’s the law.”

“Really, now?” Happy asks, leaning back onto the bedhead.

“Truly.” You retort. “So, get up, get your robe, and we can do something nice for the night. We can rent a movie, bake some sugar cookies….”

“I get to pick the movie,” Happy demands. You know it will be Downtown Abbey as if the poor DVD hasn’t been through enough already. But that’s okay because there’s nothing better than seeing your boyfriend happy.

You faux-bow and throw a wink his way. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Later, you hear a knock on the door. It’s Mr Lee, your neighbour. He’s got an empty pail in his hands and a slight smile on his face.

“I noticed you left your bucket out here, __________, so I took the liberty to hand the candy out for you.”

You take the pail from him. “You’re too kind, Mr Lee,” you tell him. “How’s your arthritis?”

“Oh, you know what this weather does to me,” he shakes his head. “And your Harold?”

You bob your head. “He’s good.”

He nods, “He’s a good man, you know. Everyone knows it but him.” At that, he touches your elbow and makes his way back to his townhouse.

You close the door behind you, latching the lock shut. When you turn around, you see Happy on the couch. The film is paused, and so are your words.

“Mr Lee?” He asks.

“Yeah. Gave me back our pail,” you put it on the couch between the both of you. “And he told me that you’re a good man.” Happy rolls his eyes, but you lean over, place a kiss between his mouth and jaw, and linger near him for a second too long. “What was that for?”

You shrug, “I suppose if you keep feeling like you’re less than I think you are, then I will have to remind you the only way I know how.”

“And?” He asks, “what happens if I realise that I’m more than I think?”

You kiss him slowly, capturing his lips with your own. “I’ll love you, Happy. No matter what.”

#happy x reader #happy hogan x reader #happy hogan/reader #marvel fanfic #marvel x reader #pendragonfics #chaotic--lovely

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