#Similar dynamic not the same but it's close enough ya know

[othercrossee]

I can't believe zone actually experienced "look at my lawyer dawg, I'm going to jail"

[blushblushbear]

How do you think the immortal guys react to realizing that their S/O is mortal?

dead ass had to back it up and remind myself who all is immortal lol XD

So I think it's safe to say all of them would try and find a work around the moment they realized

I think all of them had the same or a similar thought process of 'heh, my little mortal s/o is so cute. mortals are so silly! ........................SHIT.'

Stirling: doesn't panic but he is still taken a back a bit. realization sucker punched him out of no where. I feel like he'd spend the next month or two calling in favors and thumbing through spellbooks. He wouldn't tell you he's doing it though. He'd play it cool, then surprise you with it one day and would not take no for an answer. 'I got you a potion to turn you immortal, drink up darling'

yes I know he is a vampire and could turn you into a vampire too. Yes you will have to point that out to him as an option. yes he will feel stupid he forgot about that.

In his defense, he spent so long thinking of you as a snack in one way or another, it probably never even crossed his mind to change the dynamic

Seth: also does not panic, but is like '*narrows eyes* Satan damn it.' Probably goes through a few options like Stirling but ultimately ends up doing some form of spell or curse or blessing--- whichever he could make happen on his own or could get someone to do for him without having to owe them one. (that's a big owe and he can find other ways thanks)

Full on does not tell you he's going to do it, he's trying to do it, or when he's done it. He might not even tell you for a while. He also wants it to be a surprise but like--- a funny one. Make the moment memorable ya know?

He'd either wait till you've noticed yourself or wait till you find out the hard way. He's very proud of himself for pulling this off though. You should totally pay him back! How about starting with a kiss??

Reece: is Reece immortal?? eh, he's close enough. Reece would realize it randomly one day, probably while pointing out 'you are only human' or something like that-- then launch into quirky nerdy panic cause FUCK YOU'RE HUMAN! YOU GUYS DIE LIKE-- ALL THE TIME! OH. NO.

Also ends up digging through files/books and looking into favors but does it in a sci-fi way. It probably ends with you getting some kind of sci-fi device that's basically magic that stops time but only for you. Like a pocket watch that halts your aging and therefore your dying so long as you wear it. It's a little like a wedding ring the way he presents it.

Unlike the other two though, he really does make it a choice. And it's a choice you can back out of for any reason if you need to. (well slowly of course)

or pass it down! ....or sell it if you must. No need to waste a perfectly good age defying magic space pocket watch!

so I'm gonna say now I think all the Kitsune guys pry/ask/demand/make a deal with the gods to give you immortality. They need to be careful they don't accidentally turn you into something not human that you really don't want to be and also have to remember to include not aging in the deal, but I will say I think somehow they make it happen! I also feel like they all end up at 3 different gods who handle it somewhat differently. Also the blessing has a physical form that you have to accept. No gods will be forcing immortality on you today! As for some finer details...

Aki: when he realizes it he panics. Aki joins Reece in the panics about it crew. A LIFE TIME WITHOUT HIS BUNNY??? HAVING TO WATCH THEM GROW OLD AND DIE?! Okay the old part is fine BUT NOT THE DYING PART! I think Aki's god is a goddess who he pleads so sincerely and dramatically (this boy is big anime crying-- ghibli tears and heaving sobs) He even offers to give up all jokes and pranks in exchange for the blessing. The goddess can't help but be won over by his earnestness. She agrees to the blessing so long as he loves and treasures his Bunny with this same level of sincerity every day.

Honestly things go really well for Aki lol!

I think the blessing takes the form of a candy! Yum!

Haru: I think Haru tries to deny his panic. He's cool on the outside, if maybe a little bothered, but it continues to eat away at him deeply. He's never had to contemplate moving on from a real relationship cause he's low key never really had one. He's been dumped before (hard to believe I know) but he never really cared and got over it pretty quickly.

But what happens to him when he actually has to move on from the one person he could never imagine moving on from? What happens when you're gone?? I think at one point he did consider 'oh I'll find a way to move on, I'm me', but the more he thought it over and the more he looked at you and realized you wouldn't be there someday, the more he realized that not only might he not actually be able to; he really doesn't want to.

He ends up telling you all this--- I think for a while he was going to just disappear for a bit with little notice and just-- hopefully come back with this blessing from you, but I think he didn't want to leave you on a lurch. He wants you to know what he's doing, he wants you to be part of this, this is YOUR future together, and he wants to make sure it's what you really want. That HE'S what you really want.

If you agree to spend this eternity with him, I think he ends up off in the spirit realm, full on questing for a god who'd be willing to do this for him. I think he ends up with an elder god of the forest who is well aware of who Haru is and isn't buying it. 'Immortality can be as much of a curse as it is a blessing-- and you wish me to put that burden upon some poor innocent simply because the player does not wish to loose his play thing??'

It takes a lot of convincing before the god even considers Haru's legitimately this committed. Eventually the god caves on one condition-- if he ever were to kiss or lay with another, his lover with loss their immortality.

'Better they are allowed to move on, then to live with having to be forsaken by the likes of you...'

basically he puts the ball in Haru's court, and he plans to run with it straight back to you.

I think the blessing takes form of a blossom you must eat!

Fuyu: He is actually another member of the panic squad. Although it's less comedic and more like an attack.

He has a panic attack about it is what I'm saying.

I think he blazes off onto a trail (he leaves a note 'Back soon. Love you. Fuyu <3') and straight to an ancient powerful mountain god that he knows takes refuge at the snowy top of the tallest mountain. I think he's initial pitch is a mix of plea and demand.

'GODS OF THE HEAVENS! MAKE MY LOVE IMMORTAL!'

It doesn't go down smooth at first.

'What business does a beast such as you have in shouting your demands to the heavens?' a voice booms back.

Fuyu is taken aback, both because the god is frightful but also because in his heated haste, he didn't realize how shouty he was being.

He drops to his knees, forehead to the snow covered ground as he asks again more humbly.

'Please-- I beg of you. My wretched loneliness has finally been broken-- I do not wish to ever know the sting of that curse again!'

The god turns to him, a bit more curious,

'do you really think a day of sunshine will melt the snow atop the mountain?? Or that a few months of peace will wash the blood from your hands??'

He doesn't know how to respond to that. Fuyu has spent a while making a mends, but the mountain god is right. How was he ever to truly make amends... If he is a changed man-- how does he show it??

'What must I do?' He asks, peaking shyly up from the snow. The mountain god sighs, and thinks on it a while. Fuyu is practically buried in the building snow when the booming voice finally replies.

'Such a blessing requires absolute change... only that would be worth such a gift... Here, Fox-- take this to your love,' an envelope of tea and a small dagger fall from the heavens and lands before Fuyu, 'Have them drink the tea of the heavens, and know this-- If ever draw a drop of blood from another again-- they will die.'

When he journey's back down, Fuyu finds you waiting for him. He doesn't fully realize how long he's been gone-- he kind of flew off in a hurry. He tells you of his journey, his goal, the blessing he has returned with. He actually doesn't even know if you'll accept it. If you do, be makes you the best cup of tea you've ever tasted-- the wax seal opened by his new blade, which immediately sheathed, and hidden deep away.

He is a changed man-- and he intends to stay that way. ...Especially now that your life depends on it...

[not-goldy]

I can confirm that the video is chinese from a chinese actor - from weibo. No invasion of privacy here for Jk but for the chinese actor yes. Still Jk is victim of fake news and fake invasion of privacy.

I will not post here the proof but I will say to you how to know is fake: if you know the house complex in which Jk live, or see his lives, look for: the wall between the windows, keep in mind that he is in first level with a wall for privacy so the angle will be really high, not compatible with the chinese video. Then, watch the windows. The windows are different. Less large, one big one smaller.

Not compatible with the video. Also his curtains are always closed. Watch those things everyone and you will be sure that the video is fake, the house is similar, not the same, probably in china not in Korea. That's it. 👻

How do I explain to yall I really don't care bout any of these rumors? Like I'm not even phased that's how desensitized I am with the constant crying wolf that goes on in the Fandom.

Since 2014 do you know how many jikook dating others rumor I've weathered? Countless and just like this baseless ridiculous plot, they all unravel eventually.

First they were so sure it was Yubi they came with cooked up receipts and everything. now they stuttering.

They will tell you he's back hugging someone and that's reason enough to conclude that's his girlfriend. Well if all it took was back hugs why didn't you say so?

Cos I can serve you all kinds of back hugs

Here's a we creeping not so creeping back hug

Here's a, all I came for is a dick squeeze babes but let's pretend back hug back hug

Here's a damn titties back hug, he looks happy too

Here's a glad we can fuck at work back hug hug

Oh my personal favorite, the fuck it I want him BH

As you can see from these assorted back hugs taken on and behind the scenes when they thought the cams were off, I DONT GIVE A FUCK.

They can't prove Jikook are dating other people by relying on the same dynamics situations and logic surrounding Jikook. Jikook out here doing too much and all it takes for them to co conclude they are dating other people is exist.

Give these nincompoops a rope and watch them hang themselves with it. Homophobia will do that to ya.

I'm just sitting it out eating popcorn getting hydrated staying unbothered till they fail miserably- yet again.

[shiocreator]

I know I already know about most characters and Scar but gimme Silver, Epel, Ruggie, Grim and teachers + Sam relationship with her, I don't think you've ever mentioned much about her dynamic with them

referencing this post!

But aye ! Currently dont know too much about Silver and I dont think i properly got some dynamics down properly, but I'm trying my best/(lighthearted)

Also we ignore how it took me like a month to write this... jhgwsjn, would love to see more questions for dynamics or ingeneral questions about my girl in twst! I am having fun with it :]

Silver

She likes him, one of the only people here who wouldn't insult her just for existing most likely. Probably finds him sleeping in random places and depending where she'd go to wake him up so he isn't late for classes or gets stepped on or something. Probably jealous of his abilities to sleep comfortably anywhere as an insomniac who has chronic nightmares if she doesn't have someone with her as she sleeps. Careful around the animals he lures on accident around but also ended up befriending a few of them. Overall she doesn't know much about him but they get along well enough.

Probably enjoys her company, thinks she's nice and rather polite. Lilia taking an interest in her due to her reflexes definitely has him curious, and he can appreciate her cooking a whole lot. Has frequently diverted the topic when Lilia spoke of cooking for her to save her from that fate. Appreciates her waking him up so he isn't late for anything, shes nice about it and always offers to help him walk to class if she finds him during those hours. Shes nice to the animals that follow him around too, so he knows she's definitely a good person.

Ruggie

She's abit disgruntled he stole Grim's lunch and helped cause ya know, people to Break Bones and get Hurt, but at the same time is just glad this guy is okay after it all. After book 2 they become buddies, her often stopping by Savannaclaw to train with Jack for fun, leaves opportunities for her and him to interact enough to become friends. She brings him donuts when she can, just because she shows care by feeding people things they enjoy

Probably thinks she's kinda pathetic but a nice girl. Respects, maybe kind of fears her, due to witnessing how she can keep up with even Leona and Jack in a physical fight, and loves her due to the free donuts she tends to get for him just because, often lurking to find her for any free food since he's aware she doesn't want anything in return. Uses how pitifully pathetic she can be against others and splits the rewards with her probably, maybe thinks she could use some more spine,

Epel

When she first meets him she probably does genuinely wanna help him, since Vil seems cruel at first, at least not like a nice person, but after hearing Epel's toxic masculinity mindset stuff thats essentially sounding like hes insulting her occasionally,  she is tempted to join Vil in beating up Epel. I feel like she challenged him to a brawl once and won, much to Epel's surprise. After Epel's development however I think they're definitely friends and she'd look out for him even if he dislikes the idea of her fussing over him. Definitely close after book 5 since he lived in her dorm for a month and she grew attached.

Probably views her as needing to be protected due to his mindset, thinks she's kind and sweet, dislikes that she 'pities' him and wants to prove himself to her. Once he sees how genuinely strong she is physically despite having no magic, he gains a massive respect for her. Kinda what Vil's said, strength and charm can go hand in hand. In a sense they're similar too, two small cute people who everyone underestimates when they can take care of themselves in a fight. Over the course of living in Ramshackle they become closer and friendlier with each other, him annoyed by her fussing but appreciates that she recognizes his strength and likes to chat with her.

Grim

She very quickly grew attached to him, the only reason she's tried to improve the living situation was for HIM. The only reason she accepted the title of half a student was for HIS dreams, and she would infact go to the underworld to save him, entirety of book 6 she is utterly distraught. His existence is why shes looking out for herself, otherwise, she would have settled with "deserving this treatment". She wakes up sometimes to him curled up on her, and appreciates the quiet care. Hes a trouble maker but he's HER troublemaker.

Actively cares so deeply for this lady, shes been supportive of him from the start and even if they annoy each other sometimes, he wouldn't want her to just be gone. He definitely knows most about her compared to anyone else, having lived with her since the start. He knows how much more deranged she is as a person, as well as highly aware of how quiet she is about her own wants and needs most times. Actively will be her voice if she won't be her own, hes gotta make sure his hench human will be okay! She deserves only the best as his own person afterall.

Vargus

She views him as abit intense, often jumpy when he announces his presence, but overall is glad he understands her limitations as a magicless person, but doesn't underestimate her for her inabilities. Somewhat looks up to him in a way, always trying her best in P.E. cuz she knows she CAN go all out as much as she can and doesn't slack.

Sees her as a very strong person for her size, impressed with her skills for someone so young and deems her a good student in his class. He can tell she's doing her best and potentially needs to stop by to remind her to take breaks so she doesn't work herself too hard. Lets her sit out things like broom riding or anything magically inclined, unless there's a work around for her to do something or Crowley forces an idea that involves her. Generally aware of her situation and also partially worried about her in his own way.

Crewel Highly respects and appreciates him, albiet at first scared due to bad past experiences with teachers. She likes him a lot however after realizing he is an actually fair adult in her life and tries her best despite struggling, having asked to take extra classes when she got brave enough. She doesn't know how to respond to the dog motifs but she doesn't say anything about it.

Genuinely worried for her since her situation leaves her at the mercy of everyone here, he may respect Crowley but he highly disapproves of the conditions he made her live in for awhile. Growing quite fond of her due to her kind nature and how willing she is to learn and keep pushing despite her struggles. Partially adopted her and at the very least for now has resorted to helping fill her closet even if she gets anxious taking gifts, whenever she appears to have an off day, lets her rest in his classroom during lunch. During book 3 he was very proud of her being able to reach top 50, but also why is the magicless pup from another world doing better than several actual mages.

Trein (+ Lucious)

She respects him highly as well, also scared of him at first but grew to trust him. Sure his way of teaching can maybe be abit dry, but due to her insomniac "hates to fall asleep in normal circumstances" nature, she is the strongest of her and grim in his class. She takes extra classes with him too, and highly appreciates his help with learning about this world. She basically views him as the grandfather she never had but doesn't wanna say it aloud incase it would offend him.

Shes fond of Lucius and tends to try and be respectful of his space, and very happy when it succeeds and he ends up letting her pet and hold him, much to Grims chagrin

One of his favorite students due to how she tries hard to pay attention and remain polite. Even if she is a "trouble maker", he knows she means well and is more lenient with her, having a soft spot. She also somewhat reminds him of his daughters, having somewhat adopted her partially, and genuinely concerned about her due to being aware of the living situation and all the work Crowley puts on her. If she ends up asleep in class he gets kinda worried, probably asking her if anythings wrong after class.

Lucius likes her a lot and probably purrs on her when he sees somethings wrong, ends up sitting on her lap during her after class lessons with Trein.

Sam

She doesn't know how he does it but having anything anytime is handy, alongside when he has her work part time in exchange for a discount money and/or free food. Often enough she finds him an oddity but also likes him as a person.

Quite fond of her, shes both good for business due to her being cute and convincing, AND just a sweet kid. Perhaps abit quietly worried about her, aware of the living situation shes in, and occassionally giving her advice when shes working there for the day to earn something since Crowley's budget isn't enough.

Crowley

She does NOT respect this man whatsoever, fully thinks he would rather her suffer than actually help her. She really wants his outfit though she likes the aesthetic a LOT... Overall she is only trying to improve her living conditions often only for Grim's sake and hates everything he makes her do. She thought positively enough of him, until he humiliated her by making her go up the the mirror despite her saying it was some sort of mistake she was here, and well. Opinions been becoming more negative ever since. By now she's well aware the kindness comments in everything he says are probably him coping.

She makes him viscerally uncomfortable with how self depricating she is alongside how close she is to crying when he does a thing that hurts her often enough, changing his mind to avoid her having a breakdown sometimes. He genuinely worries abit about her and KINDA cares, but also either oblivious to her disdain for him that grows daily due to his actions or in denial of it.

[ficklecat]

Hi! I really love all your Gai x Kakashi stories, they are very beautiful and you always develop their dynamic very well. 🩷💜

I also wanted to know, what do you think about a fic where Kakashi is totally in love with Gai, but he thinks Gai is very straight, so he thinks he won't reciprocate his feelings, however he later discovers that Gai is not as straight as he thought?

Oh thank you so much anon! Glad to hear you enjoy my fics :3

I've considered a one shot idea very similar to that honestly, but I've yet to write it! However...you've inspired a lil drabble so here ya go ;)

Summer is hard on a man who wears a mask, but that's not why his face is so hot.

The sun is beating down and he's shielding his eyes and he's watching Gai from the bank of the river and he swears, he swears he must be drooling too because there's no way it's that wet beneath his mask and Gai is just. so. hot.

Gai floats on his back in the sun and he’s positively shimmering, glistening like the water’s surface. He’s smiling and Kakashi feels his heart tug him to the water but he waits. He watches a little longer. Always, just out of reach.

“Rival!” Gai calls. “The water is perfect! Come cool off with me!”

But how, when Kakashi’s body feels on fire every time he looks at him? Gai, who never seems to have a clue at how he feels, who’s so very likely to be nothing more to him than his best friend - which is fine, that’s fine, that’s more than fine - but even still. Just one kiss would be enough. One caress. One breath and he’d be able to—

“Kakashi come swim with me!” Gai calls insistently. “You are positively melting over there I just know it!”

“Maa, I’m coming, relax,” Kakashi calls back. He looks around, satisfied the privacy of the spot they picked, and strips down to his underwear. He saves his mask for last, debates on whether he should keep it on to hide his blush, but carefully slides it off. A risk, but he’ll take it. It’s too hot anyway.

He wades into the water and sighs as it cools him, relief fresh and exhilarating as he makes his way to Gai, who is now back stroking down the bend. He comes up just close enough that he’s within reach of him but stops and watches instead, once again. He splashes him a little and Gai roars with laughter when he notices.

“See? Isn’t it lovely?” Gai asks genuinely and god he is just beaming, he’s gorgeous, he’s so very oblivious, he’s everything Kakashi wants, and Kakashi is just seconds from kissing him.

“Rival?”

“Ah. Yeah. Sorry. Just…it’s a little cold.”

“All the more refreshing!” Gai declares and splashes him playfully. Kakashi smirks and they boyishly chase each other around, pushing water towards each other, grazing bare arms and legs. Kakashi knows this is as close as he can get. That’s ok. He can laugh like this and smile and have fun and he can want to kiss him so badly and refrain, and it can be enough. No one makes him feel like this, no one will. He wonders if Gai feels the same in some way, even if it’s not quite what he’s feeling himself. Maybe he’ll ask one day. But not today. It’s too hot today. He’d melt today. He’d combust.

When they��ve had their fill of the river they emerge on the bank, breathless and dripping and giddy. They lay in the grass, drying in the sun, and Kakashi watches Gai as Gai sprawls out, preening, eyes closed.

“This is nice,” Gai says. Kakashi hums and closes his eyes himself now, unable to stare further without wavering in his resolve.

“It is good to be here with you rival,” Gai says. Kakashi smiles, warmed by more than the sun now. Rival is enough, he tells himself.

“It’s good to be here with you too,” he confesses. It’s quiet another moment before Kakashi cracks open an eye to see Gai hovering over him, a droplet falling just in time onto his cheek.

“Gai?”

“Yes!”

“What are you doing?”

“Well, I was thinking, I’d very much like to kiss you, if that’s alright!”

Kakashi blinks.

“What.”

Gai doesn’t waver.

“I said I’d very much like to—“

“I heard what you said.”

Gai grins.

“It’s fine if you do not feel the same!” he says. “But today is a day for seizing the moment! And I think we are both truly experiencing our youthfulness to the fullest! So I wanted to ask you!”

Kakashi is dumbstruck and feels like he’s staring directly at the sun, even with Gai blocking it. It looks like a halo around his wet black hair.

“But you’re…are you…?”

“Would you like me to kiss you, Kakashi?” he says it softer this time, gentler, more earnest. And Kakashi is burning again. He burns and burns and when Gai finally leans in and his lips touch his, when the touch becomes a kiss, when the kiss has hands and tongue and teeth, Kakashi is aflame.

In the summer sun, with Gai’s lips on his, Kakashi blazes. No cooling to be had for the flame, he lets it ignite within him, and swallow him whole.

[yakool-foolio]

I’ve seen your concept for Death Knight Yakou, and I am absolutely ecstatic to see how it will go! I am curious on a few things:

1. Will the Mystery Labyrinths Yakou encounter be the same as in the game, or will they be different this time? And will the other Detectives still be able to enter the Mystery Labyrinth, or nah?

2. Does Yuma still stay with Yakou on his sub, or does he get his own hotel room like the other Master Detectives? And how will their relationship be besides being sort-of memory loss buddies?

In regards to the overall mysteries and the culprits themselves, chapters 1-3 would remain pretty much the same. Chapter 0 and especially 4 is where it would get tricky. I obviously haven't gotten to reaching that stage of development to really hone in on the mysteries and the drastic changes of chapter 4, but I'm definitely leaning towards Yakou getting proper justice against Yomi. Perhaps Yomi decides to kill Huesca on his own (maybe even with Yakou unknowingly helping him in some form to keep with the underlying plot of the chapter), which is the once in a lifetime opportunity for Yakou is unravel the mystery of his wife's death alongside the current murder. It's as much of a work in progress as ya can get, but it's a start.

As for whether the buddy system of Yuma's story will be kept in a similar vein in this AU, I'm leaning towards yes. Yakou often utilizes Yuma to provide him assistance by using Coalescence to pass the power they're sharing from one source to the next. It definitely comes as a shock when the first assistant can still move as time freezes, completely unaware of Coalescence's side effect beforehand. Neither does Yuma know, so the little guy can't be blamed. Because of how much Yakou relies on Yuma, tension may arise from the strain on Coalescence.

2. Yuma sometimes stays overnight on the submarine, but there are nights where he'll switch spots with Vivia since the ghost detective hardly uses his room. His relationship with Yakou is rooted in a father-son dynamic, but kept open enough to the overarching idea of Yakou's overprotectiveness of his support system. With Yakou's need to stick close to Yuma, they grow to understand each other more, but at the same time, it puts an intense pressure on the small detective. He knows he needs to be of use, but having his Forte be put to its limit causes him great stress. Yakou walks a fine line of pursuing his own truths at the expense of others' wellbeing. Giving up the ability to take advantage of the powers he'll never have on his own, and instead rely on his own deduction skills he's honed over the years, is important to this AU. The themes of chapter 4 in the actual game are something I really want to explore and expand upon. Yakou doesn't need supernatural powers to be a good detective. What he really needs is the companionship of his found family to gift him the love he was missing for four years. Their support is his motivation.

[bookwyrminspiration]

Hello there! I think I’m one of those peeps who appears to have just randomly ended up here bc my blog is many things, but it is not primarily a kotlc blog, and I show up and like your posts once in a blue moon - I’ve been lurking in the fandom tags for months (and whenever I’m in a lurking phase I’m always hesitant to like or rb things because anxiety is mean) after not really interacting with keeper fandoms for years (I think your analyses were some of the first posts I came across when I was rereading the series) and seeing other people post about my gay elf blorbos is so wonderful :)

Also, getting to the point here - I stayed up past 2 AM reading your fic because it was just. Anskdkfjdklsjf. Incredible. The stars-space-dark-light and finding each other motifs were so poignant and TIERTICE PROPOSAL (especially Prentice being the one to initiate affection and reminiscing and everything because Tiergan is so scared of getting so close just to lose him again and just. Oh my god the tenderness) and Tam rescuing Wylie from the light and them becoming brothers (brothers!!!!) and Linh and Rayni making amends and FAMILY and love and I absolutely love your writing style and this is just sleep deprived gushing but tldr: your blog and writing are wonderful and I hope this doesn’t come off as too weird! -🐳 (not sure if you already have a whale anon?)

Hello! I do not have a whale anon yet! Lurkers and not quite involved people are wonderful, it's so cool to see people who enjoy the same things I do even if you haven't made it practically your entire personality online. I'd put you in the "kinda unexpected but understandable" category, where I wouldn't peg the blog as a kotlc blog but they're involved in enough middle grade/ya fandoms that I can assume they partake in keeper casually.

There's just also this other category of "unexpected and I don't fully understand why you're here." This happens with like poetry and art aesthetic blogs run by adults, where they don't seem like someone who'd read keeper? And that's why most people follow me? But who am I to know their interests? So it perplexes me sometimes. I assume it's gotta do with my popular sibling post or something

But! back to your point! I am so sorry you stayed up late but also so flattered by that at the same time? wdym my silly little fic was worth losing sleep over? that does mean you got to read the fic at the same time the fic was set at though! I think that's fun.

Thank you for all the compliments!! i love the consistency the different motifs bring to each story, it feels like they're all intertwined in a deeper way. Like they're all on similar wavelengths in ways they can't even recognize but we can from the outside. It's so satisfying to write.

And the tiertice proposal! now they can be true antenna husbands <33. Was nervous to write their dynamic because I will be honest, I did absolutely all of it from memory and that memory was not very strong. Did not really pay attention to them at all when reading. And then when I realized "hey I didn't pay attention to them at all maybe I should double check what their dynamic is" I was too far into it and decided no we're winging it. If I just make this really good people will be too busy screaming to notice if they're out of character. I'm very glad I went ahead with my idea to add it (a proposal was NOWHERE in the original plan) because everyone seems to enjoy it if not find it absolutely adorable.

Yes!! Tam rescuing Wylie from the light! I hadn't even realized at first the meaning that could be found in that, I wrote it and only later realized that Wylie had been trying to get away from the light about found comfort in Tam, a shade. But I think it's an interesting comment on the importance of family to the two of them and the bond they've fostered, how something that can be seen as so threatening (all the things in the dark) can be utterly meaningless when it comes to someone you love. They're brothers and fiercely love each other, and it transcends expectations and social norms and they do it so casually. They fell into that life together, and I am. Endlessly fascinated by them.

Then there's Linh and Rayni!! Full disclosure I wasn't a huge Rayni fan going into this fic (she was fine, but I had more appreciation for her when she was Glimmer), but she grew on me. I admire how unapologetic she is, how thoroughly she's cast off her care for what other people think. I'm working towards being like that, but am not nearly as casual about it as she is. That whole section was an experiment with them

and don't worry, none of this comes off as weird at all! I think a lot of people fear they're weirder than they are, and if they are weird they should embrace it more :). I'm absolutely flattered you like my writing style though, so lucky for you I have no intention of stopping writing. Telling stories is so fulfilling I have zero desire to stop! so thank you for the encouragement, which I will use as writing fuel whenever I start up my next project (which is the dialogue prompts, but breaks about to be over and I just wrote that other fic so I'm chilling atm)

[unoisveimved-un-proffesional]

You know it seems like so much of our warfare and weaponry is dictated by our limitations, right? I mean, the only reason a club isn’t better than a gun is 1. We have no way to easily close the distance, and 2. A gun is always the same power no matter who’s holding it, but any melee object? It wavers depending on skill, resolve, strength, many more factors than just aim and timing like with the very consistent Gun, and humans were just never built to withstand that level of heat and concentrated force, were they?

Speaking of guns, in a similar example; The Shotgun. Not really a prime device for war, not renowned for its accuracy, and it is at heart a close range weapon, which is the most deathly range to be in when you’re at war. And, I mean, what is all that power really good for? All that punch the shotgun provides? You could have the most high caliber rounds, but after a certain threshhold it is useless isn’t it? One good 9mm to the soft spot of the head is just about as effective as a bloody rocket launcher. But, if say, in future warfare there’s an armor protecting that body, one that covers the entire surface and absorbs and redistributes the pressurized and precise shock of a bullet, degrading itself like a car deliberately crunching in a crash so you don’t get rocked and to make sure all that force isn’t transferred to your fragile body.

An invisible layer say, of protection that can easily be applied anywhere on the go, the best armor you can have, all at the price of not being necessarily impenetrable like walking around in 5 cubic meters of cold steel, but incredibly protective. Now there, with this upgrade to The Human Hitpoint, Shotguns may prove very useful, because it’s not such a risk to run at someone now that you know you can take a few blows to the temple and be alright, and it’s imperative all those shotgun pellets connect in order to maximize wildling down that super armor. That extra power that seems like overkill now has a practical place. This theoretical advancement in armor and technology in warfare turns once obsolete weapons reserved mostly for hunters and civilians, too overkill to actually be efficient in head to head combat and one that relies on too many risky factors, now has a place.

In a situation more relatable to modern times, bullet proof jackets have been a thing for half a century now, but you know what they won’t protect you from? A good shank. So, in a situation where you and an opponent are equipped with state of the art protection against bullets, you’re just either not gonna use bullets, or target very specific points, which is where the knife comes in. In a hand to hand tussle, it’ll prove quite useful against some bulletproof bloke, because they’re only bulletproof! A pair of grandma’s knitting needles will do the trick! Trust me, I’ve tried. And it also provides a dynamic ability where the way you kill can easily be influenced with enough motor control, and you don’t have to put so much blind faith in a third party leaving an explosive chamber to do the job for you, allowing for more guaranteed kills.

Every weapon is just waiting for its chance to be useful again. Even the long forgotten trebuchet may have its chance some day to prove why it’s the uncontested champion of medieval siege equipment, and may be the champion again of future sieges, ya’ neva’ know!

Isn’t this all interesting? I’ve been on a bit of a thought train lately that just won’t slow down!

[luukka]

It hurt asf but since Tumblr decided to erased it I'll do it again, here's a stupid list of couple and ships from movies and series in which I can see Jim and Ivy and/or inspired myself without realizing in a not specific order :

Lady Marian and Robin Hood - Robin Hood

Ah yes a lady and her pure-hearted hooligan as we love it. No but seriously, their sweet childhood love that never failed through the years is so adorable. She's gentle and courageous, he's adventurous and loyal, what a combination ! Really, they inspired Jivy's relation a lot ❤

Finn and Flame Princess - Adventure Time

Ok hear me out. I've seen only four seasons but I love them. My cuties. That's it. That's all. Also this gif makes me understand that they stayed together for a long time and that makes me happy 😘

Nausicaa and Asbel - Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind

Now I know they are not a couple but their interaction is aaaaaah I love it ! The respect and trust they grow toward each other makes my heart beat fast ❤ and that's exactly what I want for Ivy and Jim !

Pazu and Sheeta - Castle in the Sky

The ship I'll never have because they are too young and I respect that (Miyazaki never fails us) No one talks enough about them. Like really, they are. So. Adorable. At no moment did they break each other's trust and were even ready to die together. AT. TWELVE. YEARS OLD. There is no way I couldn't inspire myself from them 🙄💖

Rox (Tod) and Vixie - The Hound and the Fox

Picture ref is pinterest as you could guess but I haven't the exact source

ok so you can't see them much in the movie but I don't know their cuteness is a marshmallow to me. Also I love how Vixie has fun with Rox's flirt, I think Ivy would play with Jim too lol

Marshall and Lily - How I Met Your Mother

There's no way I couldn't inspire myself from Marshmallow and Lilypad. Love at first sight + soulmate trope ? YAS BITCH 💅🏿 I thougt of Chandler and Monica but they're not quite as close to Jivy as Marshall and Lily

Tarzan and Jane Porter - Tarzan

The sweet awkward and passionate woman and the curious unfeared man. The "he fell first she fell harder". Their dynamic is pretty much what I imagine how Jim and Ivy relationship starter was (maybe reversed tho because she fell in love first ?) they are so cute ❤

Odysseus and Pénélope - The Odyssey

Now I don't have an image but here is a Wolfythewitch art that I found very pretty !

20 YEARS. TEN TIMES TWO WINTERS APART. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT IS. I'M TWENTY TWO, IT'S LONG AS FUCK. And they were still in love. They still wait for each other. They never fell out of love. I'm gonna cry... (every time I listen to Epic I just can't help but imagine Jim sings his lungs out lol also Kate is Circe, Amelia is Athena, Zeus is one of Ivy father I see EVERYTHING)

Phœbe and Mike - Friends

I love how Mike just loves his wife weirdness and the idea of Jim having a link with Paul Rudd (they don't age lmaooo) plus I noticed that both ship has kinda the same background but Phœbe and Jim have a similar path and Ivy and Mike have also a similar path xDD

Stiles and Lydia - Teen Wolf

I could not (again) not put them here. I had the idea of Ivy when I could still watch it on netflix FR 🥲 two smartasses with one trying to hide it and the other being stupid about it clearly helped hahaha

[away-ward]

I'm so curious about your favourite books (dark romance and otherwise) outside of the devils night series? Are there any other dark romance series that have stood out to you like devil's night? Any standalone that you liked?

Hey!! I wish I had something for you. A long list of recs that we all lose our minds over. That’s the best part of reading and fandoms, I think. Unfortunately, I don’t.  

Devil’s Night caught me at a weird time, when I was going through something. I read a lot of dark romance fanfic when I was an unsupervised teenager with unlimited internet access, and sort of got over it after a while. After I finished DN and still had time left on my KU subscription, I tore through a bunch of what was offered. None of it sticks out now, and it’s been a few years since then.

But for you, I went through my old kindle account. These are in no particular order, just as I found familiar names that I've read various series/books from:

Monica Murphy LJ Shen S. Massery Elle Kennedy Saffron A. Kent Callie Hart Sav R. Miller Selena

There's probably a few others that I didn't find, and several authors that I tried but ultimately didn't like anything I picked up enough to finish. I hope that helps, however vague it is.

There is one series that still comes back to me from that time, other than DN. I’ve spoken about it before, but it’s the Crown Pointe series. I would technically call it a dark romance, because of it’s tropes, but I know much darker things are published daily on KU.

Heartless Hero and Stolen Soulmate are great, and I honestly wish that DN’s writing and plot development were similar to Crown Pointe. CP, in general, uses its pages and time to serve the plot and characters better than DN. In CP, after every interaction between the main characters, I knew something had changed or progressed in some way. Even the sex served to change the dynamics between the characters, either to the reader or the characters, which made it feel more useful to the story, than just shoved in because it’s what’s expected.

(as a bonus point, the couple in Stolen Soulmate is interracial. I know some people were complaining about that with DN.)

The thing that CP lacks that DN has is an interesting cast of characters. I like the main characters for each book well enough. There were some minor characters I would like to get to know better. There were plans for those characters to get their own books, but they were never published for some reason. As you can probably tell, because my conversations about DN usually circle around character relationships and dynamics, interesting characters and plot are more important to me than the overall romance.

I’m currently reading A Walk to Remember. A friend said that the ending is different than the movie. I think it’s probably just their interpretation. Still, I’m reading to find out if I feel the same. So far, I much prefer the movie to the book. The updated setting, the changes made to the characters, and how they interact and progress are more engaging and, honestly, make more sense. As it is, the movie took the basic premise and characters names. But we’ll see. Maybe my thoughts will change. It’s my first Nicolas Sparks and I think it’ll probably be my last.

A few weeks ago, I finished a re-read of Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. I was once again struck by how successfully the author was able to convince me of the close, lifelong friendship between the four girls, while keeping the focus on Vivi, and her eldest daughter, Sidda, front and center. The movie doesn’t do it justice. Last year sometime, an anon that went by Z asked for stories that featured female friendships, and I still hold this one up as a good example.

Below is a scene that made me want to read the first time the horsemen were arrested. Was Will excited? Kai stressed? Damon annoyed? Did their dad's fight in the Thunder Bay police station lobby? Was Martin just a baby cop?? Give me all the moments.

But I'm also really fond of this scene on its own.

Don’t know what I am going to read next. I’ve debated before about whether I should post more about what I’m reading or watching. I know that the followers I have are here for DN stuff, though I never meant to limit it to that. As the DN fandom goes quiet on tumblr, I question whether it’s a good time to archive this blog, and leave it as it is. I’d keep it active, but only as a collection of Devil’s Night stuff. Or if I should divert to other topics as I go.

Since you’re following for a reason, I’ll ask you. Keep in mind, if I really wanted to spend the time building a new blog for what I'm reading, I would. It's not a huge deal.

Thanks for reading this far. I know it went way of track, as I usually do. I love talking, after all.

And I appreciate the question, even if my answer isn't much of an answer.

[hiddenwashington]

+3 wanted connections added under the cut

1. [EMMA VANITY || ADELINE RUDOLPH] is awaiting the arrival of their [SIBLING]. If you happen to see them, they are around [UTP] years old and look strikingly similar to [ANY FITTING FC (KOREAN/WHITE)] and happen to be from [HARRY POTTER]. If you see them, you [DO] have to contact them. We hope they find them soon. [hello !! some quick information, since i want this to be left open for your own thoughts as well!! emma only has one sibling, and there was always an intense rivalry placed between them by their parents. they are not close siblings. emma had done everything she could to be the favorite, wanting to be the apple of their parents eyes, between becoming the youngest quidditch captain, accepting whatever betrothal they set forward, her loyalty to the death eaters, etc. your take could be either like exact opposite of her, or maybe they’re too similar to get along. really it’s up to you and i want there to be enough creative liberty! please just message me so we can talk about it and so we’re on the same page before applying!! i do prefer talking on discord so hmu at “ tired mom™#6101 ” ( ‘pour a coke out for carrie’ in the gen chat discord if that’s easier to find me )  ].

2. [EMMA VANITY || ADELINE RUDOLPH] is awaiting the arrival of their [BETROTHED]. If you happen to see them, they are around [UTP] years old and look strikingly similar to [UTP/MASC. PRESENTING] and happen to be from [HARRY POTTER]. If you see them, you [DO] have to contact them. We hope they find them soon. [we love an arranged marriage for the vibes. i think this is just a fun dynamic to play out ?? like emma is v gay so she would have never been into this for anything other than her parents approval. she wasn’t shy about that either, her betrothed would be fully aware of that!! this would be someone in the death eaters most likely, could be a canon character. this is another connection that i would really want to talk about before jumping into it with anyone !! i do prefer talking on discord so hmu at “ tired mom™#6101 ” ( ‘pour a coke out for carrie’ in the gen chat discord if that’s easier to find me ) ].

3. [ROWENA RAVENCLAW || ADELAIDE KANE] is awaiting the arrival of their [EX HUSBAND/DAUGHTER’S FATHER]. If you happen to see them, they are around [THIRTY+] years old and look strikingly similar to [ANY FITTING MASC. PRESENTING FC (WHITE)] and happen to be from [HARRY POTTER]. If you see them, you [DO] have to contact them. We hope they find them soon. [this would be the father of her daughter helena, played currently by jodie. but he was not around during her life, i am open to however you wanna say he left the picture, either death, leaving, break up, etc. that part is v much up to you !! the biggest thing is that this was sort of a marriage out of convenience, i am thinking that rowena got pregnant before they were wed, and bc ya know, 11th century, that was an immediate marriage. im happy to have this be some drama and see what we can come up with, but i think it would be interesting to have him here all these years later now that helena is grown and rowena has raised her alone. happy to work out dynamics and everything together!! but disclaimer, this would not be an active ship! rowena is involved with someone at the moment, so this would stay an ex! i do prefer talking on discord so hmu at “ tired mom™#6101 ” ( ‘pour a coke out for carrie’ in the gen chat discord if that’s easier to find me ) ].

[y0itsbri]

Falling for You

ballet au one-shot for @gallavichthings 's a.u.gust

summary: dance instructor mickey! ian keeps messing up the lifts with the dancers, and mickey cannot have his girls injured because of this himbo, even if he is hot. he makes ian stay after class to practice on him -- and he swears there's no ulterior motives. but they're so close and his hands are all over him and he can feel his breath and it is so unprofessional but fuck it.

words: 2k

Mickey had a new guy in his class that wasn't doing... well... by any standards. Alright, the dude sucked. Mickey had been a ballet instructor for several years and not once has he met a dancer as uncoordinated and unbalanced as Ian fucking Gallagher.

Somehow, Ian had managed to not only rip the ballet barre off of the goddamn wall in his attempt at a grand plie, fallen flat on his face after pas de chat gone wrong, but he also managed to launch his fellow ballerinas onto the floor instead of the air.

He was a disaster.

Mickey had better shit to do with his time at the studio than patch up his dancers, and studio, after Gallagher's classes. Svetlana's father would have his ass if she got injured on his watch. And Ian being the only guy in their class, there was no way for him not to share the front-and-center spotlight with Svetlana.

Yeah, Mickey wasn't letting Ian any-fucking-where near Svet if he could help it. At least in his current state. Dude was a piece of work.

Mickey figured he would be a lot more upset about all this if Ian's apologetic puppy dog eyes weren't so goddamn convincing.

Fucking Gallagher.

--

"Ayo, Mands! Come help me with this!" Mickey called, echoing in the studio, now nearly empty besides the Milkovich siblings and a six-foot-tall ginger man looking both utterly clueless and utterly terrified. Mickey was utterly hopeless.

Mandy popped in the doorframe, sliding her shoes on but leaving them untied.

"Can't! I got actual shit to do! I don't live and breathe the studio like your sorry ass. No offense, Ian, my brother is great, please stay. Full offense, Mickey, get a fucking life!"

Mickey was left speechless and slightly embarrassed by Mandy's outburst and only managed to flip her off before she was out the door.

"Charming sister you got there," Ian let a quiet laugh slip before schooling his expression at Mickey's lack of amusement.

Mickey sighed and rubbed his hands down the length of his face for a moment. Ian and Mickey held eye contact a bit longer before Mickey abruptly straightened up and clapped his hands together. The noise startled Ian from his own amused trance.

"Alright, Clifford, how do you feel about private lessons for a little bit until you're not tripping over your own feet?"

Ian stepped forward to argue, but, proving Mickey's point, stumbled over the shoes on the floor in front of him. He didn't miss the way that Mickey's mouth quirked up on the side.

"Can't afford extra classes," Ian shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

"It's on me," Mickey swiped his top lip. He didn't miss the way that Ian's gaze lingered on his mouth,"Kinda need you..." really want you, "to, uh, look good..." as if he doesn't already, fucking red-headed alien-looking motherfucker, "on the floor..." of my bedroom, goddamn it, Mick, get it together! "the, uh, dance floor."

Ian paused, considering the way that Mickey was stumbling over his words in a way that one might call endearing, another might call the-worst-fucking-experience-of-his-life.

"I'll do it."

Do me. Seriously, go drink some water, oh my god.

Mickey literally took a sip from his water bottle, hoping that it would at least calm his nerves. He was a professional!

He crossed his arms over his chest. "You free after class?" A pause, "To work on some skills, I mean."

"It's a date," Ian smirked, leaning down to pick up his shoes from the ground in front of him. By the time he was upright again, Mickey had already started walking away, but the blush on his cheeks and the back of his neck could be spotted from a mile away. He was utterly fucked.

--

Mickey yawned and got up from his stretching position on the floor. He walked over to the stereo, systematically knocking his dancer's feet on his way over until they were all turned out and pointed.

"No Orange Boy today?" Svetlana asked, meeting Mickey's eyes with a challenging stare.

Mickey ignored the chorus of "He's so hot!" "Have you seen his arms?" and "Ian's the nicest!" from the rest of the girls.

Svetlana raised her eyebrow in question and Mickey's defenses flew out the window. This goddamn power dynamic was going to be the death of him.

"I put him on private lessons until he's no longer a disruption to the class," he shrugged.

"Aww," one brunette pouted.

"Disruption to class or disruption to tiny bulge in your pants?" Svetlana smirked, earning some scandalized gasps from the other dancers.

Mickey flipped her off, "The fucker made me take out a greater insurance policy with all his accidents, don't be fucking absurd."

A blonde nodded understandingly from the back of the class, "My ankle is still a little funky from the last lift we tried."

Mickey held his arms out in a display of I-told-you-so and Svetlana rolled her eyes.

"Great!" Mickey clapped his hands together, earning the full attention of his class as they hurried to their feet, "Now that all the hot drama is outta the air, let's do a quick warm up combo across the floor. Chasse step pas de bourree double pirouette step arabesque, in 5, 6, 7, 8..."

--

Ian had been waiting outside the studio for the last ten minutes of class, more-so watching his instructor shift around than paying attention to what the dancers were actually doing. That's probably what got him into his current predicament, and he couldn't decide whether that was a curse or a blessing. Mickey's arms flexed as he pointed across the room to call out someone's weak spot.

Yup, it was a blessing.

Oh shit, Mickey was looking his way. Was this a double sided mirror? No, of course not. Why would there be a double sided mirror? Oh, Mickey was definitely staring at him. Fuck. Wait, did he just wink? No way, he must've just blinked. With one eye. Yeah, totally normal. Nothing to overthink, Ian.

Get it together!

--

Mickey dismissed his class five minutes early and it had nothing to do with the Jolly Ginger Giant standing outside his studio.

While most of his dancers wordlessly accepted the easy out, Svetlana stayed back to taunt. "Have fun with private lessons," she sneered, jerking off an invisible cock.

"Choke on it," Mickey retorted tossing her warm-up jacket at her face, which she swiftly caught.

Svetlana turned and made a show of looking Ian up and down, his cheeks turning pink under her intense gaze. She faced Mickey head on, "You will be vegetable stew by the time this man is done with you."

The fuck does that mean?

Sometimes Mickey thought that Svetlana spoke in riddles just to mess with him. He blamed it on the Russian accent, never mind he was part Ukrainian himself. The languages were similar, but not identical, fuck you very much.

But, damn, forget that, Gallagher looked good. He was wearing his usual white tank top and grey sweatpants, but Mickey never got the opportunity to openly ogle in class. Not that that was what he was doing now.

Ian returned the long look appreciatively before stepping closer and Mickey snapped back into professionalism, well as far as professionalism goes, Milkovich-style.

He turned his back on the bane of his pathetic existence and snapped a quick but polite, "Get your shoes on and we can get started."

"Oh, right."

That seemed to be enough to get the gears in Ian's head going again as he dropped his bag to the floor, echoing in the truly empty studio, and dropping down onto the floor himself to secure his ballet shoes, which may as well be clown shoes for as big as his feet were. Mickey fit into the same brand as the girls, but he had to order special for Gallagher.

"Thanks for doing this, Mickey."

Mickey. The way that this man said his name was making him feel all sorts of flustered that he would most definitely deny.

"Mandy said you don't usually make exceptions."

"Gotta catch you up to speed or you're gonna be dancing with the 5 year-olds, man."

Ian tilted his head considering.

Mickey frowned, "Don't do it."

Ian smirked and Mickey had to look away as a grin and blush creeped up on his own face.

"Alright, so we'll start you off with the basics."

Mickey went through their normal class routine, but broke it down slowly, pausing to explain certain positions in details he couldn't afford to spend time with in class, specifically how not to fall. It should have been fairly obvious in his opinion, but Ian still managed somehow. The first few times, he was on the floor before Mickey even knew he was going down.

But the third, Mickey made a mistake. Mickey instinctively reached out to catch him.

As soon as he realized where his hands were, he pulled them off like he'd been burned, which he may have well been. He pulled his gaze to his feet, studying the floor while he composed himself.

"Mickey," Ian waited until he looked up, and then he spoke so quietly, "You can touch me."

And what made things worse was that Ian's dazzling eyes left little to the imagination. They both knew where this was going, and the moment was too intense too quick. The longer their eyes held, the hotter Mickey felt his neck grow.

"Ya know," Ian stepped closer. "To fix my positions..."

Mickey swallowed, "Uh, I think we're done for today."

He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. He never meant them to begin with. But if Ian stayed any longer, Mickey was going to climb him like a tree and that really wasn't under his personal code of professionalism, no matter how loose those terms may be to begin with. It was getting late anyways, he reasoned with himself.

"What about the lifts? That's the important part, right?" Ian questioned, eyes pleading like he would die without this one skill being taught to him by his oh-so-unprofessional instructor.

Mickey sighed. Ya know what? Fuck it.

Mickey sauntered over to Ian, pressed his back to Ian's front, and grabbed one of Ian's massive hands and placed it on his own waist.

Ian gave an experimental squeeze and Mickey softened in his grip.

Ridiculous.

"We're not doing the lift are we?" Ian murmured breathily, hot air making the hairs on the back of Mickey's neck tingle.

"What do you think, Firecrotch?" Mickey pushed his weight back into Ian's chest, which would be the second mistake of the day.

Ian toppled over backwards, landing with a painful sounding thud and sending Mickey down on top of him before he rolled off the the side with a groan.

Ian started laughing and Mickey was concerned. Was this idiot actually fucking concussed this time? He wasn't sure how he would explain this to his insurance company.

Mickey straddled Ian's lap, gently slapping his face, "Are you good, man? Alive?"

"Never better." Ian was still smiling like an absolute goof.

Mickey raised an eyebrow in concern.

"Seriously, I just can't play things cool," Ian raised his hips to grind against Mickey's ass, "Obviously."

"You're an idiot," Mickey rolled his eyes, and all Ian could do was grin and reach up towards Mickey's neck, pulling his down until their lips almost touched, sharing breaths and excitement.

"Maybe," another breath, "But I still got you to fall for me."

It was Mickey's turn to laugh, more of a raspy exhale than anything. His "fuck you" was almost lost between them as they fell together at last.

(side note: this was the lift that they were going to do, so i feel like the hand on the waist makes sense -- gotta have a visual lmao)

[undyingskies]

Adrenaline

A/N: This one wasn’t a requested but I absolutely loved writing this one. I got the idea from a tiktok, the girl was listening to the song called Fallin’ by Why Don’t We for 3 hours straight. It made me listen to the song and it reminded me of Charlie for some reason which lead to the creation of this fic! To those who have request imagines know I have seen them and will get to them, I got caught up in this fic and another one for Owen, but I promise I’m going to get them out as fast as I can! I really hope you guys enjoy this one, I really love it! xoxo

Warnings: Few curse words.

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Here you are again, caught up in the moment not thinking twice. Your sandwiched between the wall and Charlie, your hand tangled in his hair, his under your thighs, and your lips moving fast and passionately against one another.

The adrenaline rushing through your veins, everything frozen except the two of you in that small corridor, hiding from everyone else.

You see this whole thing with Charlie started about a month ago, you had no idea how it started or where it would lead but here you are again, melting into his touch. Even though you always tell yourself that one was the last time when he’s finished with you.

You and Charlie were just two close friends for the longest time. You were hired to work on season two of Julie and The Phantoms as an intern for Soyon. You always loved fashion and wanted to do costume work on sets so this was your opportunity and you weren’t going to let anything get in the way of that. You jumped on the first plane you could get and made your way to Vancouver, Canada. Your three bags in tow, carrying everything you owned.

Kenny and producers had arranged for an apartment for you but it wouldn’t be available until three weeks after you arrived. They underestimated your ability to pack quickly and find a ticket out almost immediately. The only apartment having three bedrooms being Owen and Charlie’s, which they were kind enough to let you use at Kenny’s request.

It all started out so innocent, you and the boys immediately had a connection. You and Owen sharing a similar humor and personality. Charlie and you sharing the same love for nature and love for adrenaline.

You and Charlie quickly started going on adventures with one another. You started exploring the city and the nature surrounding it. Charlie being Canadian came in handy as he was familiar with the hiking trails that surrounded you guys.  

One day he came up to you, about two days before you were finally moving into your own apartment. He told you that he found a new hiking trail with a bridge and on that bridge you could bungee jump off of it. You agreed immediately with no hesitation. That’s the day that changed the dynamic of your friendship.

You felt the adrenaline pumping through your body as you stood at the edge of the bridge. Charlie’s hand in yours, a bright smile on his face.

“You ready?” He leans over and asks you as you start to hear the countdown for the jump.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You tell him back with a similar smile on your face. Hearing the faint count of 3, 2, 1.

That’s when you jumped. Yours and Charlie’s yelling drowning out any other noises. You bounce up and down a few times, laughter leaving the both of you.

As you come to slow down, laughter still erupting from the both of you, Charlie’s eye lock in on yours. His laughter slowly dies down as he stares through what feels like your soul. Before you knew it or could ask him what’s up, you felt his lips on yours. That familiar feeling of adrenaline pumping through your veins. You immediately reciprocate the kiss back.

That’s when it all changed. From that day on it was you and Charlie. Anytime you guys could find, his body was on yours and you couldn’t get enough of each other. On set he would pull you into empty closets, sets that weren’t in use, and every-time that adrenaline would come back pumping through the both of you.

You two had agreed to keep it a secret, it was a part of the fun. Knowing you could get caught. You also agreed that it was just physical nothing else. You never planned for the feelings to come with it, but of course like any story they did. Now here you are a month later telling yourself this was the last time; you wouldn’t let it happen again.

But your hearts beating fast and you can’t help but think why do I love this feeling?

Voices and steps break you out of your thoughts. Charlie’s lips and hands on you, making you feel more vulnerable. Your quick to detach your lips and body from his. That fire feeling fading away in the both of you. He gives you a confused look.

“People are coming Char.” You tell him, you grab his hand to pull him around the corner and out of the now occupied hallway. Your back in the parking lot of the set.

“That was a close one Y/N.” He says with a laugh.

“Ya a close one.” You tell him trailing off, beginning to get lost in your thoughts again. Charlie notices but doesn’t say anything, he had to get back to set to film in Julies garage.

“Well I guess I will see you after we’re done here. Meet you at my car tonight?” He asks you. You reach out to fix the beanie placed on his head, the stylist coming out in you. You start to fiddle with the sleeveless tank on him, trying to make it perfect so no one has an idea of what was just going on.

He laughs at your fiddling hands, grabbing onto them and pulling them away from his body.

“It’s fine they won’t know.” As much as you don’t want to admit it, Charlie knows you like the back of his hand and knows what you’re thinking even if you don’t say it out loud. He places a kiss to your forehead before he’s skipping off to set, sending you a wink before he’s gone. Heat rushes to your cheeks at his actions.

Then you’re left alone standing in the middle of the parking lot looking dazed. Savannah rounding the corner, laughing at the scene in front of her as you come into focus.

“Little sneak away fun with Charlie again?” She says sneaking up on you with a laugh at the look on your face.

“What? No? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You tell her. She smirks at your words.

“Come on Y/N, you don’t think I’ve caught on? You two always disappearing and coming back together. You staying late when you don’t have too and leaving with him. Plus we’re best friends you don’t think I’ve noticed the way you two look at each other? It’s practically heart eyes from both ends.” She tells you, in a serious tone.

“Fine. You’re right but I don’t want to talk about it here.” She nods at your words, agreeing with you.

“My trailer?” She asks you; you follow her as she walks towards it.

That’s when you empty out all your thoughts and feelings to her. You didn’t realize how much you had been keeping in the last month. You told her how it started, the deal you guys made, and your feelings for him. And by the end of your story and all your confessions, all she had to say was,

“I think you should tell him how you feel.”

Did she not hear what you just said? How you guys agreed that this was a no feelings deal, it was for the purpose of pleasure and the two of yours addiction to adrenaline.

“I think you missed the point there Sav. I can’t, I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I would rather end it and keep our friendship than ruin it all.”

“Your delusional if you think he doesn’t like you back, you don’t see the way he looks at you. Everyone else does though.” She tells you and places a hand on your shoulder.

“You should think about it at least.”

“Okay, I will.” You tell her. I don’t think either of you believing your words. Your eyes travel to look at the clock. It read 8:02, you were late meeting Charlie.

“Oh, I got to go. Thanks for the talk Sav, I appreciate it.” You tell her and pull her into a hug.

You make your away around the parking lot pretty quickly, looking to see the mop of brown hair that you really have come to love. You spot him next to the orange car, he refused to admit was a weird color. Your eyes land on him and then quickly to the figure standing in front of him with her hands on his arm laughing.

You stop dead in your tracks, your heart dropping into your stomach. Your throat tightening at the scene, hands sweaty and shaking by your sides. You don’t want to feel like this, you know you two promised each other that what you had was nothing. He was allowed to look and talk to other girls, but you can’t shake the feeling in your stomach.

Charlie looks up and notices you standing back just looking at the scene in front of you.  A smile makes its way onto his face at the sight of you. He quickly moves to the side of the girl, gently pushing her away, and is walking towards you.

“Hey Y/N, ready to go?” He asks you, stopping once he is in front of you. He grabs your hand but you quickly slip yours out of his. He frowns at your action but quickly composes himself.

He places his hand on your lower back and walks you to the car, opening the passenger door for you. You slide in, awkwardly smiling at the girl just standing there watching the interaction between the two of you.

“Well it was nice meeting you Josie, see you around.” He tells her, sending her a quick wave before he jumps  into the driver’s seat of the car and starts the engine. Not looking back at her once.

The two of you sit in silence, you consumed in your thoughts and him just confused by your actions. He tries to place his hand on your thigh but you move it out of reach. Another frown makes his way onto his face.

He makes the drive to your apartment, you agreed to go there tonight because Owen had an early day and would be at the boys apartment. He was already suspicious of the two of you so Charlie didn’t want to risk trying to sneak you in.

You quickly unbuckle your seat belt and hop out of the car. You keep a quick pace as you make your way into your apartment building. Charlie has to jog to catch up with you, seriously confused at your actions. He doesn’t know why you’re acting like this.

As you make your way into your apartment opening the door, Charlie takes the advantage of the moment and presses his body against yours. His lips finding their way onto your neck, trailing kisses up and down them. You freeze at the contact of him against you, basking in the pleasure for a second.

Your thoughts catch up with you and you move fast to get your body away from his. He stumbles at the loss of contact. He tries to reach for you again, the third time that night and you slip out of it again.

Charlie starts to feel frustrated at your actions, not knowing why you’re acting that way and starting to get nervous he did something wrong.

He goes to stand in front of  but you quickly make your way around him and into the kitchen. He’s right on your heel though.

“Okay Y/N what gives? Why are you acting so weird? We were fine earlier so what happened?” He asks you and you can hear the frustration and confusion laced in his tone.

You shake your head, trying to brush it off.

“Nothing, everything’s fine.” You tell him, pouring water into a cup. He takes it out of your hand and places it besides you. He has you turn to face him. The two of you are chest to chest, his arms placed on both sides of you so you can’t escape him or avoid eye contact.

He leans into kiss you but you turn your head fast, his lips making contact with your cheek. The frustration Charlie feels starts to boil over.

“Everything’s fine? Are you sure about that Y/N you won’t look at me or let me touch you!! What is going on?” He asks you, slightly yelling at this point.

You shove him off of you and walk past him. You don’t want to do this with him, not now. Well never really but at some point, you knew you would have too.

You lean your head against your fridge, letting out a sigh before you turn to look back at him.

“I can’t do this anymore Char, we’ve got to stop whatever this is between us.” His face falls at your words.

“What do you mean you can’t do this anymore? I thought we were having fun, just this morning it was fine...” He says slowly taking a step towards you. You put your hand up to stop him from walking closer.

“I know, but the more I think about it the more I need to stop it. Neither of us knew where this would lead when we started it and I just can’t do it anymore.” You let out with a sigh. Charlie feels sadness overcome him; his heart feels like it’s breaking a little bit.

Little did you know how Charlie was feeling. He never wanted to make the deal of keeping it just physical, but he agreed with you not wanting to ruin your friendship or stop what was happening between the two of you. He was just happy that he was getting a piece of you to himself. Charlie had fallen for you pretty much the second he saw you and heard your laugh.

“That doesn’t feel like a real reason Y/N, just an excuse. If you give me the real reason then fine, we’ll end this and we will just go back to being just friends. But I need a reason not an excuse before I leave.” He tells you, sounding desperate.

You don’t want to tell him the real reason. You don’t want to ruin the friendship you two have. It wouldn’t be the same if you told him, you two couldn’t just go back to being two friends if he knew your real feelings.

“That is the real reason Charlie.” You tell him, dropping your hand and looking down at your feet. You couldn’t handle his stare anymore.

You watch his feet walk towards you. His hand being placed under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Please just tell me.” He says just above a whisper, he no longer feels upset. He’s just sad.

You just sigh. You didn’t know what to do, the look on his face breaks your heart. You didn’t want to hurt him or make him sad and you can’t understand why this is doing that to him. You can feel the frustration boiling up in you.

You shove him off of you. You start pacing around your island.

“Tell you Charlie! You really want to know why?” This time you’re the one yelling. You can’t help but feel frustrated at your feelings and confusion. All he does is nod yes.

“Because Charlie! You make me reckless! The feeling of you and I together makes me reckless! I’ve been putting my job on the line to sneak around with you, I’m lying to my friends about what I’m doing when I am with you. I’m lying to myself and you!” You tell.

“What does that even mean Y/N, you’re lying to me?” He asks, his voice slightly raised.

“I love you, you idiot! I’ve been lying about my feelings to the both of us! I can’t do this anymore, this no feelings only physical stuff! It’s not fair to me.” You get quieter at the end of your confession.

Silence fills the air, neither of you say a word. He is just looking at you in shock. You standing on the other side of the island, your arms placed limply on the sides of your body. You look completely defeated.

Charlie doesn’t say a word just steps towards again. Again you lift your arms up, hoping to stop him. He grabs your hands.

“Would you just please let me get close to you?” He asks desperate. You let out a sigh and allow him to come closer.

He drops your hands and places his onto your cheeks, not allowing your head to fall so he could maintain eye contact with you.

“You don’t think I feel the same? Something about you makes me feel insane. I can’t control myself around you, I get a rush of adrenaline anytime I’m with you.” His confession being met with another cloud of silence.

You don’t know what to say, you just keep looking at him. You can see his eyes looking at you desperately, looking around your face hoping he could understand what you’re feeling based on your features. He can’t though.

“Please say something.” He practically begs.

“I don’t-, I don’t know what to say...” You trail off.

“Tell me you feel the same, you just admitted you loved me. Why can’t you admit you want more and that you feel the same adrenaline.” He tells you.

“Charlie...” You trail off. “You know I feel the same way about you. This whole time. You’re like a breath of fresh air, it’s never boring with you, the more we got together the more I needed you. I’m scared though, I’ve never felt like this before. Plus there are so many girls who you could get, why me?”

“Why you? Because Y/N, I’ve never met someone like you. You match me on every level, your love for adventure, your humor. You’re so sweet, you never hesitate to act in kindness rather than anything else no matter the situation. I love you. I have loved you pretty much since the minute I saw you.” He tells you. He places his forehead on yours, both of you breathing harder than usual due to the feeling of adrenaline rushing through the both of you because of your confessions.

“Will you please let me kiss you.” He asks you again the desperation laced in his words. You nod your head yes.

That’s when his lips meet yours, in the most passionate kiss the two of you have ever shared. His hands make their way down to your waist pulling you closer, as yours make their way up to the nape of his neck and entangling in his hair. You can feel the both of you pouring all your emotions into this kiss, letting each other know that both of your confessions are true.

You pull apart breathing heavy.

“Make me a promise, tell me that you’ll stay with me.” You tell him, your insecurities getting the best of you for a moment. He smiles at you though.

“Of course baby, I’m not scared to jump in if you want to.” He tells you, pulling you in for another kiss.

“Let’s just keep falling in love for the hell of it.” He tells you as you pull apart, his signature smirk plastered across his face, and he sends you a wink.

You laugh at his words.

“Ya of course, just for the hell of it.” You laugh as you pull him back into you, placing another kiss on his lips.

You pull apart and make your way to sit on the couch to just enjoy the company of each other. He places his head in your lap, you immediately start to run your fingers through his hair as if it’s second nature. He smiles at your actions and leans into your touch more.

“I guess I have to tell Owen he was right. I owe him 10 bucks.” Charlie says breaking the silence.

“What do you mean you owe him 10 bucks??” You say confused.

“Well you see, Owen and I may have made a bet about me falling for you. He said the minute you walked in the door and he saw my face when I looked at you, and he knew I was falling for you. I didn’t believe him.” You nod your head, encouraging him to continue the story.

“Then basically he bet me that I would  fall for you before the end of this year. I didn’t think us hooking up counted since it was a secret so I wasn’t gonna tell him he won. But I guess I have to now.” He says scratching the back of his neck as a nervous habit.

You laugh at his words, only Charlie would make such a bet. The adrenaline junkie and his competitiveness always getting the best of him.

“You’re not mad?” He asks you at hearing your laughter.

“Not at all, that is such a Gillespie move.” You tell him, leaning down to place your lips on his.

You can’t help but laugh at Charlie’s antics, truly he is the only person who would engage in such a thing. But that’s just another reason why you’ve fallen for the boy.

Charlie switches positions so he’s sitting next to you rather laying on top of you. He throws his arm over your shoulders and pulls you into him. You lay your head on his chest, you smile and you feel him press a kiss to your head. This is just another start to a wonderful adventure with Mr. Charlie Gillespie.

[duskholland]

Getting His Fill | Mob!Tom Holland Smut

summary ↠ you’ve been a brat all day, and Tom’s had enough.

requested ↠ yep, twice! similar concepts were suggested both by an anon and @a-singleboat, so I combined them.

warnings ↠ this is really quite hardcore. includes d/s dynamic, elements of bdsm, mean dom!Tom, c*ckwarming, bondage, oral (fem-receiving), unprotected MxF rough sex, dirty/filthy talk, angry Tom, cursing, mob-related themes? aka -- pls pls pls don’t read if rough stuff freaks you out.

a/n ↠ I’m starting up a new thing which I’m gonna call Mob Mondays... aka, every Monday I’m gonna try to post something mob!Tom related, and it will probably be filthy. all the oneshots are based within the same universe, but you can read the pieces as stand-alones. feel free to send me suggestions or concepts for mob!Tom and I’ll see if I can incorporate them in the future :) until then --- happy reading (and don’t forget to wrap before ya tap!)

18+ !!!! this contains NSFW material, so do not read if you are a minor.

You know you’re being a brat. You’ve been acting like a spoilt, entitled bitch all day, but you’re not going to stop until you get exactly what you want, and Tom knows that.

It had started this morning. You’d woken up to Tom’s head between your legs, his thick curls tickling your inner thighs. He’d teased you, his brown eyes meeting yours mischievously as he’d nuzzled his nose up against your covered clit, the hard pressure to your silky lingerie making you whine and buck your hips. He didn’t stop his teasing until you were so flushed and breathless that the entire front of your panties were soaked through and you were practically begging just to get him to touch you. And you’d almost got it. Just as Tom had dragged his hot tongue over the front of your panties, his phone had started to ring, and he’d left you high and dry, fisting at the satin sheets as he’d swept from the room with a lingering, don’t you fucking dare that rendered you immobilised.

He hadn’t come back, and when the house started to fill with the sounds of his men arriving for work, you’d given up on waiting and got on with your day. But the ache between your legs has persisted, and it really doesn’t help that Tom’s been avoiding you ever since.

Now it’s early afternoon, and you’ve decided you can’t wait on him to come to you - you’re just going to have to bait him into finishing the job. You’re so horny it feels like your skin is on fire and your body longs for him in a way that puts you on edge. Tom rarely leaves you hanging, and it’s a sensation you can’t stand. And you know he’s busy, but you don’t really care as you slip on one of his favourite dresses and go to cause trouble. It’s a silky little number that skims the tops of your thighs as you walk down the hallway, and it draws the attention of his men as you walk into the open reception hall where Tom’s hosting a few guests. But if Tom notices, he doesn’t show it. In fact, he pays you no attention beyond a fleeting glance as you enter the room, and you’re forced to make polite small-talk with some of the guards until you notice Tom’s at a break in conversation and seize the opening.

You’re not shy as you approach. There’s no need to be. Everyone in the room answers to Tom, and you’re his, so that leaves you invincible. You know he can sense you approaching, but he doesn’t do anything, even when you’ve swaggered up to stand right behind him. Infuriatingly, he just pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts scrolling through his emails as you run a hand over his toned back, pressing your chin on the flat of his shoulders as you peer down at his hands. His fingers are slim and long, and you find yourself gulping as memories of intimate times pass behind your eyelids.

“Baby,” you try. You dig your fingers beneath the crisp collar of his shirt, giving you the perfect leverage to tilt his neck and expose his pale, sensitive skin. You press a few wet, open-mouthed kisses to him, grinning as you feel him stiffen.

But much to your irritation, Tom keeps his eyes fixed firmly on his phone, even as your mouth goes up to tease his ear, your tongue flicking gently over his lobe before you leave another hot kiss just behind it. “Pay attention to me,” you whine. You run your hands down the sides of his shirt, twisting your fingers up and around to his front, and you’re so close to snatching his phone away when he pulls away, turning around to finally look at you.

“Needy today, aren’t you?” Tom crosses his toned arms over his chest, his stature pulled wide and domineering, and you swallow deeply as he stares at you intently, eyes dark and firm. His hair is styled up and away from his face, looking smooth and slick in the way you like it, and you find yourself biting down on your lower lip as you admire him. “I’m busy.”

Your lips roll into a pout. “Not too busy for me.” You step closer, pressing your hand to his shoulder as you lean up to his ear again, whispering hotly. “You left me hanging this morning. ‘S not fair.”

Tom’s sharp fingers briefly dig into your waist as he pushes you away, your hands falling back to your sides as your frown deepens. A whine slips from your mouth as you glare at him, the sight of his jaw pulled tight only causing you to grow more aroused. Wanting to test him, you try to get closer, your entire body burning to feel him again, but he just steps back teasingly.

“Not fair, huh?” Tom taunts, his voice pulled lower and drier. Your mood dips as you realise he’s feeling mean. And sometimes you love that side of Tom - the part of him that pins you down and edges you until you’re a wet, slippery mess, and grips your chin as he spits obscenities in your ear - but today, you’re so fucking desperate to have him touching you that it’s enough to ruin the playfulness you’d had spinning between your ears as you’d walked in. “Don’t come in here and act like I owe you anything, love.” He glances down at the leather watch strapped to his wrist. “I’m too busy for this. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

A shiver passes down your spine as he looks at you firmly, his expression saying try me. And you know you should leave the room and let him continue to mingle with his partners, but his husky tone and the way he’s staring at you like you’re just a bratty bitch makes the ache between your legs worsen. You’d stopped wearing panties around the house as soon as you’d moved in because Tom has such a habit of ripping them off, and now it’s come to bite you in the back as you feel your throbbing cunt begin to drip, your slick wetting the insides of your thighs.

“Please,” you beg, letting your teeth catch your lower lip again. You widen your eyes and stare at him pleadingly, and you know your interaction is being watched by the other men in the room, but you’re too distracted to care. “Tom, baby- I need you-“

“And I need you to leave before you cause a scene.” He steps closer and brings a hand up, his fingers briefly cupping your cheek as he stares at you firmly, eyes slightly softer. “Stop being a needy brat, sweetheart. I’ll deal with you later.” He brushes the flat of his thumb across your lower lip teasingly, and then he’s pulled back and it’s as if he’d never touched you.

Knowing your cue, you begrudgingly turn and dramatically walk from the room, feeling him watching you and the way you swing your hips as you get further and further away.

But you don’t give up there. His refusal to satisfy you is just a minor setback. For the rest of the afternoon, you lounge about in your queen sized bed and model a few of your favourite lingerie pieces, sending snap after snap to Tom. He leaves you on read, but you notice he’s opening the messages almost immediately after you’ve sent them. You already know you’re in for it later, but he gets really hot when you’ve pushed him too far and so you’re more than willing to aggravate the situation. 

You spot him around the mansion a few more times over the course of the day. Tom doesn’t ignore you, but he keeps his distance, always somehow finding a way to be just out of reach. It drives you up the wall as he ignores your stares and appears to care more about the contracts that he’s pouring over with Harrison, and your arousal only grows worse as you realise he’s doing it on purpose. Every time you look away, you feel his gaze resting on you, but he’s always turned away before you can catch him.

This frustrating game of cat and mouse continues on until 10pm, when you’re finally able to get him alone.

The mansion is quiet and his office door is shut, but a golden line of light cascades out from beneath it and you don’t hesitate to slip inside. Tom looks up from his desk as he hears the sound, his eyebrows drawing together in outrage at being interrupted, but then his gaze falls on you and he sighs deeply instead. His brown eyes drift back to his work, nimble fingers twirling a golden pen through the air as you approach him. You’ve ditched the silky dress from earlier in exchange for one of his large grey t-shirts and a pair of loose shorts, and you feel swaddled in his musky scent.

“What makes you think you can be in here?” He speaks quietly as he underlines a few lines of the contract on his desk. “The door’s shut for a reason, love.”

You walk around the front of his desk and slip up onto an open spot, the cool glass pressing against your exposed thighs. You rest your chin in your hands as you peer at him innocently. “Why are you so mean today?” You dare to ask.

Tom’s breath hitches as he slowly, slowly, tilts his head up to look at you, an expression of irritation spreading across his thin pink lips. “You think I’m being mean.” His voice lulls deeper, and it’s with a thrill of anticipation that you realise your word choice has irked him exactly like you’d intended. He reaches up to wrap his arms around your knees and pulls you until you fall into his lap. As one of his hands finds your waist, the other slides underneath your shirt and up your front. His rough thumb presses over one of your stiff nipples and you whine. “You’ve been so fucking bratty today, darling. Hm?” Tom nudges you from the crook of his shoulder and forces you to look at him, your breath hitching in your throat.

“I missed you.”

“Sure.” His hand moves away from your waist and he fists it in your hair, his eyes dancing darkly as he pulls your head to the side. “Turn up at my meeting in a dress that shows off everything, then you try to make a pass at me in front of my guys. After you finally take the fucking hint and leave me alone, you spend all afternoon sending me those photos.” Tom pauses, swallowing deeply as his brown eyes stare into yours. He looks tired, with his hair arranged looser than it was earlier, but he smells so intoxicatingly of Tom that you find yourself inching closer. He releases your hair and brushes his light touch over your cheek, fingertips gentle and contrasting the way his other hand continues to grope you under your shirt. “I’m not being mean, love, I’m trying to show you that you can’t always get what you want.”

You reach up to fist his curls, intending to use your grip to jerk him down into a steamy kiss, but Tom catches your hands, a knowing look in his eyes. He reaches back and grabs a tie from his desk, and you gasp as you realise what he’s planning to do.

“No,” you whine, shaking your head vehemently. But he just pulls your long t-shirt up and over your head and then draws your wrists together, carefully binding them with the black tie. His touch feels hot against your skin, your naked chest prickling from the sudden coolness of the air. “That’s not fair, Tommy. I wanna touch you.”

Tom presses a quick kiss to your cheek before pulling back and raising his eyebrows. “You think after all the shit you’ve pulled today, I’m going to let you have anything you want?” He reaches down and quickly pulls off your shorts, leaving your centre bare and glistening as he pulls you back into his lap. His mouth is at your neck and you whimper as he drags his lips and teeth over your skin, biting and licking over your sensitive spots as you squirm. You can feel his length through his slacks, pressing up deliciously against your aching cunt, and you grind messily against him, knowing you’re digging yourself a deeper hole, but enjoying the way Tom’s face squints pleasurably.

“Just...fuck me,” you suggest seductively. “Show me I’m yours.” Your voice is far too eager for Tom, who immediately pulls away from you. You stumble back, suddenly unbalanced as he stands from the chair, and you watch as he pulls his trousers and boxers down his legs. Your thighs clench at the sight of his flushed cock, standing tall and full against his lower stomach, his prick red and weepy. When Tom raises an eyebrow and pats his right thigh suggestively, you straddle him, hissing slightly as you wish desperately he hadn’t tied your hands together. “I need your cock, Tommy.”

He brings his hand to your face, thumb slipping into your mouth as his hot, minty breath spreads across your face. You grind down against his leg, the slight pressure causing you to gasp around his thumb, and in response, he fists your hair again.

“I don’t think you deserve to get fucked, m’love,” he murmurs, voice achingly cruel. When you pout, he just smirks. “Wouldn’t be fair, hmm? You acted like a spoilt brat all day, what did you expect was gonna happen? You’d suck me off, maybe let me tease you a little bit, then I’d fuck you?” He laughs quietly, pulling at your hair as you groan. “You’re so desperate for it. Soaking my thigh before I’ve even touched you.” He finally releases your hair and reaches down to tug at his cock. You try to speak, but the thumb in your mouth just presses your tongue down. “I’ve got some calls I need to take, but I don’t trust you to keep your fingers out of my pussy. So…”

He finally pulls his thumb from your mouth. As you gasp a deep breath, his fingers lever your hips and pull you up, and then his cock is running through your soaking slit, pressing up against your bundle of nerves in a way that makes you mewl.

“Not a sound,” he orders.

Your teeth catch your lower lip as he guides your hips down, your tight entrance stretching to take his length. It feels so good, to finally have him pressing your walls apart, and the burn makes you shake as you try to push down a quiet whimper at the feeling.

“Mm, there’s a good girl,” he whispers. “Taking my cock so well. Don’t even need to touch you, and you’re already so fucking wet.” He bottoms out, his groan filling your ears as your eyes flutter shut, your breathing laboured and heavy. “Don’t move. You’re gonna sit there and keep my cock warm until I’m ready for you.”  

Tom reaches over to the desk and picks up his phone. Your forehead falls down to his shoulder as your bound hands rest between your bodies, your heart racing. You feel so full, having his cock stuffed in you completely, and it’s almost like a pleasurable method of torture. The wetness from your pulsing walls means you can feel every ridge and curve of his member, and it takes everything you have to stay still and bite back your noises.

“Hi Haz, yeah, just got a few questions about that contract from earlier…”

You bump your head against his shoulder and muffle a whine as you realise what he’s doing. Tom placates you by wrapping one of his arms around your waist, the presence anchoring you to his lap, but it also nudges you forward and causes an arc of pleasure to roll up your spine as his tip presses up against your g-spot. You sink your teeth into the shirt on his shoulder as Tom continues to phone his men, asking them dozens of needless questions as you writhe about in his lap, your walls pulsing weakly.

After what feels like an eternity, Tom finally puts the phone down. Both his hands go to your waist and he gently coaxes you back, pulling you away from where you’ve been burrowing your head into his shoulder. He brings a hand to your chin and angles your face, peering down at you with lust in his eyes. The pads of his rough fingertips skim beneath your eyes, gathering up a few tears of frustration that slip out as he bucks his hips against you.

“You look so fucked, dove,” he murmurs, taking in your sweaty forehead and the way your chest heaves. “So pretty like this, naked and flushed, clenching around me like that.” His breath catches as you clench around him, his own cheeks tinted a deep rosy red. Quickly, Tom clears a space on the desk and then lifts you up, your bodies still entangled as he presses your back into the glass and stands between your tensed thighs. His hungry lips nibble down the column of your neck, and he pauses to suck deeply against your sensitive spot, making you groan softly into the air. “No noise,” he repeats. He reaches down and brings your bound hands up and over your head, and then you’re just laying there, body naked and humming from arousal, his cock nudging up against your heat in a way that has your eyes tearing up, and you can’t do anything apart from wait. Tom takes his time to slowly pull out, pauses for a teasing moment at your entrance, and then gradually pushes back in, wet sounds of your arousal filling the air between you.

“This is what’s going to happen,” he starts, leaning over you. One hand fondles your breasts as the other reaches down to your thigh and pushes your leg back further, giving him better access as he continues to slowly fuck into you. “You’re gonna lay here and take it. You can’t touch me, and you definitely can’t talk. If you’re lucky, I might cum in you.” He ruts particularly harshly against your back wall and you stifle a gasp. “You’ve been such a fucking brat all day, you’re lucky I’m even doing this for you. Does that sound fair?”

You nod slowly, your mouth dry and the muscles in your arms aching. He’s got a mad look about him - the sleeves of his white dress shirt pulled up to his elbows and his sweaty curls falling out across his flushed forehead, but he fucks you hard and that makes all thoughts leave your mind. His fingers burn into your thigh as he keeps you spread wide and open, your body quaking as his thrusts grow harder and more precise, the tip of his cock nudging at your g-spot. There’s a fire growing in the pit of your stomach but you find yourself biting and chewing at your lower lip as you try to push back your high, knowing he won’t let you get there, knowing he’s going to make you regret all of your bratty actions from earlier.

It only takes him a few minutes for his thrusts to grow sloppier. Your lungs burn and your arms throb, but you respond eagerly as his lips finally find yours and they meet in a searing kiss. You can’t keep back a moan as he hits your spot directly over and over, and you take the opportunity to groan into his mouth as he chases down his high. But he hears the sound, and just as he’s about to cum, Tom does the unthinkable and pulls out. You cry out at the sudden feeling of emptiness, and then your eyes widen as he stands between your legs, hand pumping his glistening cock.

“You were doing so well, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Was g’nna cum in you, then eat your pussy.” He pauses to whine, the noise full and heady as his hand blurs over his cock, the veins in his neck standing out. “Too bad, I guess.” When you whimper, he leans forward and bites the base of your neck, his chest pressing flush to the rise of breasts. “Only good girls get my cock. And you’ve been a brat all day.” And as you wriggle on the table, trying desperately to feel anything against your flushed centre, Tom peaks with a cry, his white cum landing on the skin of your stomach and chest. The feeling makes you whimper softly as your core aches, your arms aching as your eyes glaze over.

Tom curses as he finishes, his cheeks red and flushed and his demeanour pulled wide by a confident smirk. His eyes survey your painted naked body as he slowly starts to dress himself again, occasionally running a finger along your inner thigh and delighting when you mewl and buck your hips against nothing. Once he’s dressed, he picks his phone up and slips it into his back pocket.

“I have to finish my work. Stay here. Don’t even think about moving. Maybe when I come back, I’ll give you something.” He walks around the desk, pausing when he’s by your head to lean down and press a small kiss just behind your ear. “Or maybe I’ll just tease you,” he adds. “Make you a whimpering, needy mess, and keep you on edge all night until you’re begging me to let you cum.”

He pauses, laughing quietly as you stare at him incredulously. “I guess it depends what mood I’m in.”

Tom moves away from you and you shiver, the rolls of his cum feeling cold against your skin. The ache between your legs feels worse now, and you know that it’ll be a long, torturous wait for him to come back, but that you’ll have to do it, because crossing Tom when you’re already in hot water would be the worst thing you could do.

“See you later, darling,” he calls out, voice already distant. “Don’t have too much fun without me!”

And then the door closes and you’re left alone, your muscles sore and your core aching, and you know you’re in for a long, long night.

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wow look whos ages late to a trend, its me!

So here it is the Tsumi friendship teir list! Explantations under the cut and if you wanna discuss/potentially change just where your oc lays feel free to message me! My dms are always open and I'm always happy to talk ocs :)

So without further ado here's all the explantions

I would die for you: Tsumi has never really had any friends so when she got to UA and started hanging out with these four she didn't know what to do. She had never had friends, especially one as good as them before so now she's loyal to them to the end.

Jetsam is just such a kind and gentle person and despite his own anxieties, he helps Tsumi feel more relaxed. Taking things easy is always a breeze when they hang out, probably because their dynamic is just Shane and Ryans.

Tsutsumi actually sees a bit of her younger self in Rin, perhaps that's what drew her to help the quiet girl out. But from the initial interaction, their friendship grew. They both have such an intense drive when it comes to training and Tsumi loves that she has a friend who has that same level of drive. She helps Rin out with her problems and she knows that Rin will be there to help with hers.

Suyime, one of the few extroverts that Tsumi regularly associates with. Suyime helps Tsumi relax a bit and be a teenager and even though she complains about it Suyimes efforts are something that she treasures more than she can express. While Tsumi is a big sister to everyone she needs someone to be a big sister to her and that person is Suyime.

Jiro and Tsumi's friendship isn't a very complex or deep one at all. It's just vibes. They go out and learn how to skateboard cause its fun and why not. Vibes all around. She swears that one day she'll get Jiro on a surfboard.

Close-ish friends: These are people who Tsumi has interacted with a fair bit but isn't like close with ya know

Tsutsumi gained her respect for Kiyoko during thier match at the sports festival. They're very similar people and Tsumi is glad that they get along, even if they haven't interacted really at all outside of the sports festival.

Similar to Kiyoko, Tsumi considers herself a friend of Burai's due to all the training they've done together. Most people would say that training fights aren't really enough to form a friendship but screw those people.

Haru, Tai, and Amor are all similar cases, she's had a few interactions but those were enough for her to consider them friends. She really does hope that they can become better friends in the future though. But she is happy about the few interactions she's had with each of them thus far.

I would love to talk to you and be your friend (aka probably the longest explanations lol): These are people that Tsumi has seen around that she thinks are cool and that she wants to be friends with. However, Tsumi is awful at taking the initiative with social situations so for the time being she just hope that they approach first.

Kiku, Ayume, Akihiko, and Doku are all in the same boat. Friends of Tsumi's best friends that she thinks are really cool. For some reason, though they just haven't talked yet. She thinks all four of them are really chill and would love to talk to them, especially based off of the things her friends say about them.

Jimin is a cool lizard person that Tsumi thinks is super badass and wants to befriend. Not really that complex, she just thinks that they're cool! Definitely sees a training buddy in Jimin!

Konekomaru! Cat boy beloved, he seems like such a nice and cool person and Tsumi would love to be his friend. She hasn't really seen him that much either since they're in different classes but that hasn't stopped her from wanting to be his friend. Although she is a bit afraid that he might be scared of her, like more so than others. She doesn't know why she has that feeling though.

Yori, a fellow haver of a scary amount of scars. She looks cool and they have something in common. There also isn't a lot to this one. She just thinks that Yori is super tough, cause if you have that many scars you gotta be. Plus she just seems like a cool person!

Sheep girl Moa, terrifying to most but not to Tsumi. She does agree that she does have a temper issue and the ego can be turned down. However those issues aren't enough to make Tsumi overlook just how strong and hardworking Moa is.

Lastly for this category is Mao, who is just a person that radiates fun to Tsumi. Out of everyone on here Tsumi is the least sure about why it is that she wants to be Mao's friend, she just does. Simple as that.

Thems my classmates!: None of the students on here have any specific reason. They're just her classmates, she likes all of them. Even if they haven't interacted.

You confuse me but I appreciate the vibe: These three confuse Tsumi so much, she does not know what their deal is but she does appreciate that they vibe.

Tokiya and Hoshi are the same, she doesn't know how exactly they go about viewing the world, and often times the way they act confuses her beyond ebelief. But they appear to be really chill people who just go about to the beat of their own drum

Tsumi occasionally sees Evan out of the corner of her eye then a second later sees him bolting away, which just leaves her with so many questions. She doesn't know if he's just trying to talk to her or if he has an issue with her. She is pretty dam sure that he doesn't cause he really doesn't appear to have an issue. He's just a weird little monster boy to her.

The vibes here are questionable: Tsumi doesn't actively dislike anyone, mostly because no one has actively given her something that she would consider grounds to dislike. However there are three students who she has weird gut feelings about for one reason or another, but since she doesn't have an actual reason so she just ends up feeling like they're a little off.

However, and this is a big however, if Tsutsumi were to find out what Aito said to her during the sports festival, then Aito would very quickly be a part of a new category called: there are very few things on this planet that can keep me from beating the ever loving shit out of you at any given second. Because what Aito said during the sports festival was way beyond not cool and more than enough reason for Tsumi to actively want to kick Aito's shit in. So if I were you Aito, I'd put a considerable amount of energy into making sure that Tsumi doesn't find out what you said to her. Because I fear for your continued safety if she ever did.

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Was this extremely long? Yes. Does this mean that I've gotten all my thoughts about this out? God no, I have many more thoughts. If you wanna hear them like I said my dms are open. I always love making new friends and talking ocs, especially if you wanna expand upon our ocs bonds with one another.

[bookofmirth]

Let’s talk about power 

Yes this is about the current fandom assholery, but I’m not going to talk about that issue in particular because it wasn’t even mentioned by OP and people are taking those comments out of context and twisting them because somehow the idea of Elain having more than two (2) friends is so threatening that they had to turn into Stretch Armstong, but OP is my friend and so this is my contribution. 

What I will do, is I will break down the various power dynamics in the acotar world and why it can make some relationships more difficult than others.

The presence of different classes, races, and genders is part of the acotar world. You know how some people say “why build a fantasy world with sexism when you don’t have to?” This is what they mean. SJM has built the acotar world to be sexist, to be at least somewhat homophobic, to have this massive gaps in power between those at the top (see: Rhys) and those at the bottom (see: the water wraiths). 

There are multiple types of power. In the acotar world, since that’s the relevant context, power can come from five main sources, as far as I can tell, and it’s based on what privilege a character has been afforded:

Magic - how much has the Cauldron gifted a character

Social - is the character a High Lord, a High Fae, or a lesser fae? Are they from an important family? Is there potential to inherit the court?

Racial - similar to social, but from birth. Is this character High Fae, are they lesser fae, are they Illyrian or lightsingers or Suriel etc etc. 

Gender - the importance of this depends on the culture the character lives in, but we’ve seen several examples that men have power over women or nb characters (if there are any).

Political - basically High Lords versus everyone else

Knowledge is another, if lesser form of power. It’s mostly relevant when Feyre is first in Spring, which I talk about below. It’s also relevant when they need to know about ancient objects and creatures, but it isn’t valued as highly or the library priestesses would be in charge, not High Lords. 

For more on power read Pierre Bourdieu. He’s quite complex and heady, so he takes some work to read, but if you’re really interested...

Why is this important? Because being friends with servants, or friends with your employees, or friends with your Uber driver, or friends with your teacher, or even friends with your local friendly High Lord, is never going to be an equal relationship. It just isn’t. There isn’t anything inherently wrong with that. It’s just that because the relationship isn’t affording both people equal privilege and power, there is always the chance that one person will be able to wield their power when they want. 

That’s what it comes down to. Is the person with more power/privilege in the relationship trustworthy enough not to use that power/privilege to their advantage, to the detriment of their friend or partner? We just hope so.

This is actually one of the major roots of the problem with Tamlin and Feyre’s relationship, and is especially clear in acotar when she first comes to the Spring Court. Yes, he was emotionally and physically abusive, but no one could challenge him because he is at the top of the power/privilege pyramid. Feyre lacked power because she lacked knowledge about how that world worked, she was a woman, she didn’t have any social or magic power - she was, in every way possible, at the mercy of everyone around her. It’s no wonder that feylin went south, even if Tamlin hadn’t ya know.... been Tamlin. 

This imbalance in Spring is also why Lucien was limited in what he was able to do re: Feyre. Loosing the social support of his powerful family literally left him homeless, despite being High Fae and magically powerful and male. He couldn’t just go live anywhere because Beron & Co. wielded too much political and social power and would make his life hell. He had to have the protection of a High Lord because he was at such a disadvantage. This is also how Tamlin was able to take advantage of and abuse Lucien. Lucien was, to an extent, at Tamlin’s mercy because of the power imbalance.

You’ll also note that by the time nessian and feysand got their HEAs, they were equals. High Lord and High Lady, Carynthian and Valkyrie. Those relationships turned out well because we know neither of them will (or can!) take advantage of the other. I don’t know if it was sjm’s intention to write the relationships in this way, but it will work out better for the ships either way.

And so if you’re wondering about the IC, yeah! This can also cause a major power imbalance between them. Some High Lords yield their power with impunity (see: Beron). Some don’t (see: Rhys). However, the potential for that to happen is always there. The potential for the person with more power in the relationship, which in this case would be Elain re: N+C, will always have an impact on how close they can be or how honest they can be with one another. The IC, in general, has done a good job of balancing. When Rhys had to wield his power in the Az POV, it was shocking. 

Our positions within the fandom are also imbalanced. I would never, ever claim to talk for fans of color because I might make tamales with my family every year but I look white. I would never, ever claim to talk for someone with a disability that I don’t have. Even though my “things” include queerness and anxiety and substance abuse, I am never going to talk about those things as if I am the representative, or as if I am doing someone else a favor by taking on their “burden” while at the same time taking away their voice. That’s some white savior bullshit.

So basically - there are a lot of power imbalances in acotar, just as there are IRL, and these imbalances are the result of how SJM has written the story. Saying that Nuala and Cerridwen are servants is fact, and maybe the fact that they are WOC servants is a problem, but it’s an SJM problem. It’s not a problem for us to state that fact, but we can critique it. The way that we talk about these issues is limited by the way that they have been written. Or at least, it’s limited to the point where if people decide to make these massive, Olympic leaps, we’re going to rein them back in and remind them that the people on the other side of the screen are people, that if this world has power/privilege imbalance then that’s on SJM, and to stop attacking real people in order to defend fictional characters.