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If you’re into it, maybe Misaki x reader right? And Misaki gets a request to assassinate reader, and the person who requested the assassination is Reader’s rich ™️ ex boyfriend ?? 🤔 I haven’t done misaki’s route yet so unsure if this can be done DBDJJSJS if it’s not, dw about it hehe

I’ll do a signature this one time bc u know who I am anyway -lostboi

Headless lover.

Misaki was in their room, looking at their computer screen with a widespread smile. They just hang up from a call with you. Somehow that simple call with their friend who chose to stay anonymous brought them a lot of ease, even with all the new "job offers" piling up for them.

Being an assassin wasn't easy, they would be lying if they said that they like the job.They hate it. It stresses them out, gives them nightmares sometimes. But it's the easiest work to get a good enough pay in. They need to help their parents, they need to support them, or what child would they be?

Luckily you were there, never expecting anything from them, showing kindness, sharing some silly moments. Your company was truly relaxing, even more than the other server's members. You never expected anything from them, didn't talk about killing as much as Ronin did, didn't talk about not having enough time because of your work. You were just there with them, laughing like an idiot at Misaki's jokes, never asking about anything they'd not want to talk about. She really appreciated you for that, being able to behave like a stupid teenager was something Misaki needed, and you were a friend ready to let her act however she liked.

'Time to look at these offers." They sighed, opening the messages they received. Cheating husbands, politicians, wives, people endangering someone's shady business. The list was never ending, the deeper they looked the more risky the gigs were. Risk means more money, but they didn't want to take on a president or another person who would end up as big numbers in their bank account, no matter how good the pay. So they looked for a while longer until one of the requests looked easy enough.

'Kill my ex. They're a total loner, no friends, no family, easy kill. Just fucking get rid of them. Here's the info you would need [link], send proof and I'll give you a lot of money. XYZ' Short and simple. very different from their regular clients. With a long sigh and hope that it wasn't the police who tries to get their ass put into jail, they clicked the link. A wall of text with a lot of pictures attached to it was in front of them now.

"F/N L/N huh? Really a loner, sits in front of their computer and tries writing. Seems easy enough." They murmured to themselves as they looked through the pictures. "it's such a shame, they do have a pretty face." Misaki never felt bad for their targets, well most of them deserved to die, or Misaki just stopped giving a damn. But with this kill, something felt different. It's like their brain was telling them not to take it, there was no reason for the kill, just an order and a promise for payment worth the task at hand.

They sighed, maybe it was just their guilt playing tricks on them? They shouldn't get emotionally connected with the targets, it was dangerous for them, and only made the work harder. They just needed to suck it all up and do what they do the best, kill them.

Ding!

A sound came from the Slaughter House server, they clicked on the main channel and noticed that Ronin was dropping his emo act again.

goreboy: hey Losers how're y'alls sad little Existences going? hitmeuppp: good before i saw my new job T_T user: How bad is it? :o Angelic: Don't worry Misaki, I'm sure you'll do great ♥ hitmeuppp: awww i love how you cheer me into murder hitmeuppp: but to answer you @user hitmeuppp: it's just someone trying to get their ex killed ugh user: Ew poor you </3 goreboy: damn And i thought That i was the psycho Angelic: Because you are ^^

They chuckled as they watched to topic change into Ronin being a total psycho, yeah maybe they all were murderers, but they still felt like family. A family full of psychopaths for sure.

user: Hey, you okay in there Misaki?

They perked up when they saw your dm, finally they could chat with you again! Of course they're not picking favourites!!!

hitmeuppp: y'know just the usual anxietyyyy haha user: man :/ well if you want we can hop on vc!

And Misaki took that offer very eagerly, they loved talking to you, your voice and way of speaking was just making them forget about the blood staining their hands, the blood they will never be able to wash off.

A few days passed, Misaki was slowly getting ready for their job… Jesus how fucked up it sounds, killing someone as a job… Well it was too late for them to regret it.

They were on top of a building, their gun held firmly in their hands.

"Deep breath Misaki, just like Y/N told you to." They whispered to themselves as they looked at their target.

They were seated by a desk, writing mindlessly on their computer, completely unaware of the danger they were in. Misaki had to do it quickly so she wouldn't let the guilt eat her from inside. Normally they wouldn't feel so bad, but this person was innocent, they looked them up so many times, nothing. No murder under their name, no crime or shitty behaviour, just a regular person with a pretty boring life. Something Misaki could be jealous of, they'd dream of a life like theirs, maybe minus the part of their ex wanting them dead.

With their breath held back, they bulled the trigger. The shot breaking through the window, then hitting their head. Blood splashed everywhere, probably dirtying their computer screen. Misaki watched them fall from the chair, their head damaged severely. Now they just had to collect their stuff and quickly go back to their place, dm user and forget about this kill… Like that was fucking possible.

The next few days felt so weird. Misaki texted user everyday but there was no reply, they were offline, no one in the server knew what it was about. Some thought that they ended up in jail and some thought that they were a police agent who will send the cops at them. Misaki was unsettled, they didn't buy you being someone sent by the police, it wouldn't make sense, you were too open about yourself. Yeah maybe you didn't share your face or legal name, but Angel didn't either!

hitmeuppp: hey… i just killed them… [01.12 1:22 AM] hitmeuppp: you won't believe what crazy dream i had! [02.12. 3:33 AM] hitmeuppp: maybe you're asleep? [02.12 4:55 AM] hitmeupp: no you're usually awake at this hour. [02.12. 05:05 AM] hitmeuppp: they really paid me a lot for that ex [03.12 3:57 PM] hitmeuppp: they really had to hate the [03.12 3:58 PM] hitmeuppp: are you… okay? [05.12 12:12 AM] hitmeuppp: user??? [11.12. 4:44 PM]

They were going crazy, texting you everyday, but there was no answer from you. They began to believe that maybe you really did work with the cops… Oh how they wished that was the case.

goreboy: [https://writer_found_assassinated_in_their_home] goreboy: well Now we know Why the newest killer Is so silent goreboy: they're Dead

What.

No. No.

They clicked on the url, it had to be someone else, you were someone else…

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…." Misaki started to shake their head when they saw the pictures.

It was the same person. The same person they killed, but something was different… Their head, it was… it wasn't connected to their body. Someone went there after Misaki killed th… after they killed you. And that's when they remembered, that ex, they had no way of knowing that you were dead until the news posted about it. They did it.

Misaki's felt so dizzy, the world was blurry in front of their eyes. They killed you. It's their fault that you're gone now.

It's their fault that you ended up like this.

If only they didn't take that fucking job…

[bambibaby-afterhours]

I feel like the point of that commenter was missed, do you actually think that they knew, for Charlie maybe yes? but I personally didn't know that the other guy was an idf. your feelings are valid but the amount of times they said that they get punished for speaking up or doing thing on their own accord. Contracts are complicated, i hope div1/jype will give them more freedom. It's heartbreaking this is happening in the world right now. It shouldn't even be happening. Right now as a Stay and a person, donating and spreading information is what matters to me right now. I won't be unstanning but will boycott the song. I believe that the kids have their subtle ways to show their support for Palestine. I believe that time will tell. I hope it comes very soon. Free Palestine !! Free Congo !!

🍉 anon

I didnt miss the commenter’s point and im not asking or telling anyone to unstan or boycott skz but being a true advocate for something means doing the complicated and difficult things especially when your in a position to influence change. skz in comparison to the people im palestine, the students protesting and the different groups of marginalized people protesting and speaking out about the genocide happened have nothing to lose.

They’re a major group the writes and produces their own music and if their reputation precedes them then breaking their contractual censorship wont be as big of a problem as people are making it seem.

Chuu for example is from a smaller company but faced being blacklisted simply for wanting fair treatment and to get paid but her reputation and positive interactions with all of the people she’s worked with helped save her career.

The worst thing that can happen to skz for speaking up is they get dropped by jype and then what??? they write and produce all of their music they can keep doing that independently or with a new company.

The worst thing that can happen to skz if they continue to stay silent is happening right now. Giving a platform to two terrible people; a zionist rape apologist and a zionist IDF member and giving them access to their fandom which is allowing a crazy increase of hate and threats to people boycotting and standing up for Palestinians.

Threatening violence to other stays for talking about not watching skz if and when they perform lmb. threatening fights and assaults at large major music festivals and purposefully streaming that song raising it on the charts which just causes more people to listen and give more money to two zionists again one is a RAPE APOLOGIST and the other is an IDF MEMBER.

Doing the hard things, the difficult things can be scary but whats scary is letting this roll off our backs by saying that contracts are complicated and difficult and they need permission.

At the end of the say all of skz are adults and have control of their hands, mouths and access to the internet. It’s 2024 our morals need to be stronger than a signature on paper especially when lives are being lost.

Imagine if your neighbors, your community was all gone in a matter of 220 days (from oct 7 to now(may 14)) due to being bombed, starved, dehydrated, left out to the elements, executed and forced into concentration camps and someone you looked up to not only remains silent about it but gives people involved and in support of this horrible senseless inhumane crime because “contracts are complicated”

Begging people to see you as human and to help you live another day in a language that isnt yours because you simply want the freedom to exist without the sound of drones and bombs 24/7.

Thats the reality for thousands of people in Palestine right now that’s what they have to do to try and get freedom but all skz has to do is pick up their phones and start typing.

It’s extremely simple when you think about it that way.

Thank you anon for donating and spreading information about gaza and boycotting i appreciate it and i know the people in gaza appreciate it even more. Lots of love to you <3 Take good care of yourself and have an amazing may ‎❤︎ ིྀ

[yunosweetheartxoxo]

hi💫 can i ask for Jujutsu woman and men headcannons whit a tattoed reader? but like tattoed in a cute n artistic way not in a scary way. love ur writing btw❤️‍🩹

♡Inked and Enchanted:♡

Headcanons for Jujutsu Kaisen Characters and Their Tattooed ReaderWhen it comes to the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, we are greeted with an impressive cast of characters who each possess their own unique quirks, backgrounds, and charm. Imagine introducing a reader character into this universe—a character adorned with cute, artistic tattoos that tell their own stories. Let’s dive into some headcanons for how the male and female characters of Jujutsu Kaisen would interact with a tattooed reader!

Yuji Itadori: The Cheerful SupporterYuji would be absolutely fascinated by your tattoos! He might admire the intricacy and artistry of each design, often wondering what each tattoo represents. “Does this one mean you love dogs? Or maybe you really like pastries?” he would ask with a bright smile, making you laugh with his genuine curiosity. Whenever you get a new tattoo, he would insist on accompanying you to the parlor, supporting your creativity. He might even get a matching temporary tattoo for fun!

Megumi Fushiguro: The Subtle AdmirerMegumi would be the type to notice the smaller details of your tattoos, perhaps admiring a delicate flower peeking from under your sleeve or a small animal tattoo tucked behind your ear. While he may not express his admiration too openly, you would catch him stealing glances and quietly appreciating the artistry. He might even ask you about the stories behind them during quiet moments, creating a deeper bond over shared experiences and values.

Nobara Kugisaki: The Bold EnthusiastNobara would be all about sharing tattoo stories! She might challenge you to a tattoo contest where you both showcase your favorite designs. “Let’s see whose tattoos tell the better story!” she’d say, her competitive spirit shining through. With her boldness, she would perhaps even suggest getting matching tattoos, something fun and fierce that symbolizes your friendship or your incredible adventures together in the Jujutsu world.

Satoru Gojo: The Playful TeaseGojo would approach your tattoos with his signature cheekiness. “What’s that? A cat? You must really love cats!” he would say dramatically, gesturing to the little creatures. His teasing would always come from a place of affection, and he’d often try to one-up your tattoo with his own fashion choices, wearing bright colors or quirky accessories that draw attention. He might even joke about getting a giant tattoo of your favorite memory together—or insist that you get his eye covered in ink!

Maki Zenin: The Empathetic SoulMaki would immediately understand the significance behind your tattoos, seeing the art as a reflection of your inner self. She’d be the friend who encourages you to express yourself fully and confidently. You might find her sketching ideas for potential tattoos that resonate with you both, celebrating strength and personal stories. “Let your ink tell the world who you really are!” she’d say.

Panda: The Absolute SupporterPanda, with his fun and playful demeanor, would love to engage with your tattoos through hilarious banter and delightful conversations. “Was that one inspired by bamboo? Or is it just a coincidence?” he’d chuckle. He’d also relate to you in a unique way, as someone who is not a typical human form either. Expect lots of laughter and playful chats about matching tattoos that celebrate friendship—perhaps something whimsical to symbolize your bond!Toge Inumaki: The Quietly CaringAlthough Toge communicates through simple phrases, his affection would shine through his thoughtful gaze every time you show him a new tattoo. He’d carefully select his words to express his admiration, perhaps even giving you a thumbs up or a happy nod. The tattoos that symbolize your growth and emotions would mean everything to him, and he would make an effort to share how much you inspire him, even if it’s through his limited vocabulary.

Conclusion: A Canvas of ExpressionsIn this whimsical world of Jujutsu Kaisen, your artistic, cute tattoos would serve as a beautiful canvas for self-expression, treasured by the characters around you. Each character would have their own unique take on your inked journey, leading to heartwarming moments of connection, laughter, and understanding. Your tattooed self would not only fit perfectly into the world of Jujutsu but would also highlight the beauty of individuality and creativity that each character, including you, brings to the story. Keep shining with your colorful tattoos and vibrant spirit, because, in the end, it’s all about the journey you create together!

[sensitive-virgo]

How to Write the Perfect Dental Assistant Thank You Letter: Tips and Examples

How to Write ‍the Perfect Dental Assistant Thank You Letter: Tips and Examples

Writing a‌ thank you letter as a dental assistant is an essential ⁢practice ‌that can boost your professional relationships and make a lasting‍ impression on your patients and⁣ colleagues. ‌A well-crafted‌ thank you letter reflects your appreciation and professionalism, fostering a positive environment ​in your dental practice. In‌ this article, we will guide you through the process of writing the perfect thank you letter, offering tips, examples, and insights to enhance your⁤ communication skills. Let’s dive in!

Why​ Writing ‌a Thank You Letter is Important

Sending a thank you letter not ‌only demonstrates your gratitude but also enhances your professional image.⁢ Here⁣ are some ‍key benefits:

Strengthens ⁢Relationships: Expressing gratitude helps build‍ trust and rapport with patients and colleagues.

Enhances ‍Reputation: A thoughtful thank you letter can ⁢improve your reputation within the‌ dental community.

Encourages Referrals: Happy patients are likely⁣ to recommend your services to others.

Boosts Morale: Acknowledging the hard work of colleagues can motivate‍ and uplift the‍ entire⁤ team.

Tips for Writing the Perfect Dental Assistant Thank‌ You Letter

To create an impactful thank you letter, consider the following tips:

1. Be Prompt

Send your thank you‍ letter within a week⁤ of the event or experience​ you are grateful for. Timeliness ​shows that you genuinely value the⁣ person’s contribution.

2. Personalize Your Message

Address the recipient by‍ name and tailor the content⁤ to reflect ⁤your relationship⁣ with them. ⁣Mention specific instances that made a difference to you.

3. Keep it Concise

A thank you letter should be ⁤brief yet meaningful. Aim for a few paragraphs‌ that clearly ‌express your appreciation without rambling.

4. ‍Use Professional ​Language

While ‍a warm tone is favorable, ensure that your language remains professional. Avoid using overly casual expressions.

5. Include⁤ Specifics

Reference specific situations that prompted your​ gratitude. This personal touch‌ will resonate better ⁣with the recipient.

Structure of a ⁣Thank You Letter

A well-structured‍ thank ‍you letter typically includes‍ the following components:

Greeting: ⁢ A warm‌ opening ⁣with ⁤the recipient’s name.

Expression of Gratitude: Clearly state what you are thankful for.

Specific Details: Mention specific examples of their ⁢help or support.

Future Outlook: Indicate your desire for future interactions.

Closing: A ⁣polite⁤ ending with your signature.

Thank You Letter Examples

Below are a few example templates to inspire ⁣your thank you letters:

Example 1: ‍Thank You ⁣Letter to a Patient

Dear [Patient's Name], I wanted to take a moment to thank you for trusting us with your dental care. Your confidence in our services means a lot to our team. I appreciate the time you took to share your experiences and suggestions, which we will use to enhance our practice. Looking forward to seeing you at your next appointment! Warm regards, [Your Name], Dental Assistant

Example‌ 2: Thank You ⁢Letter to a ⁢Colleague

Hi [Colleague's Name], Thank you for your support during our busy clinic days last week. Your willingness to assist with patient care and your positive attitude made a significant difference in our team's efficiency. I’m grateful to have you as a colleague and look forward to continuing our teamwork! Best, [Your Name], Dental Assistant

First-hand Experience: The ‌Impact of a Thank You Letter

During ‍my time as ⁤a dental assistant, I sent a thank-you‌ letter to⁤ a patient who referred ‍their family and friends to our practice. The response was overwhelmingly positive, leading to an increase in ‌appointments and referrals from their network. The letter not only expressed ‌my gratitude but also solidified our relationship. This outcome highlighted ⁣how simple acts of appreciation ⁣can yield significant results.

Common Mistakes to‌ Avoid

While ​writing ⁢a thank you letter, be‍ mindful of these common pitfalls:

Vague Language: Make sure to be specific in ⁣your gratitude ⁤to give your letter more impact.

Neglecting‌ Spelling and Grammar: Always⁢ proofread your letter to maintain professionalism.

Using a Generic Template: Avoid sound ⁣generic; ⁤tailor your letter to each recipient.

Conclusion

Writing ⁢the perfect dental assistant thank‍ you⁣ letter is a​ worthwhile investment ⁣in your professional ‍relationships.​ With ‍a​ clear structure, personalized ⁢touch,​ and⁢ sincere expression of gratitude, your letter can leave a lasting impression. Remember the⁣ importance of timely and specific appreciation​ in⁢ fostering a positive atmosphere within your dental‌ practice. Implement these tips and examples, and watch your professionalism ⁣and‌ rapport with ⁣patients and colleagues flourish.

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How Potbel Does It: Turning Fabric Leftovers into Amazing Accessories Sustainability is super important!’s no wonder that the fashion world the big challenge of cutting down on waste. Meet Pot—a creative brand that’s doing something really special by changing fabric scraps into gorgeous accessories. chic potlis to cool belts, Potbel makes sure that the world sees fantastic items made from leftovers. The Story of Potbel Potbel started with a strong idea: tackle the huge issue of textile waste. Every year, tons of fabric pieces end up in landfills, creating a lot of pollution. The founders saw this as a chance to make a difference! Their goal? To take discarded fabric and turn it into things people love to wear—beautiful accessories that tell their own stories. How Potbel Turns Waste into Wonder Finding the Right Fabric: Everything kicks off with gathering fabric scraps. Potbel teams up with local tailors, fashion studios, and textile producers to collect offcuts—stuff that usually gets thrown away. These leftover fabrics are what fuels creativity at Potbel. Purposeful Design: After collecting the fabric, the design team steps in. They sketch out designs based on the feel of each fabric piece. Each yard is unique, showing off its own colors and patterns. The designs are made just for that specific material. It shows a true knack for seeing possibilities where others see waste! Crafting Pieces by Hand: Once the designs are ready, skilled artisans bring them to life! This is where all the magic happens—cutting, sewing, and finishing touches all happen here. These handmade accessories are high-quality and sturdy—they’re both useful and lovely! Adding Personal Touches: Each accessory from Potbel has its own special flair! Many items feature beautiful hand-embroidery, beading, or decorations inspired by traditional crafts. Little details like these can transform a simple accessory into something truly extraordinary. The Impact: More Than Just Fashion Potbel stands for more than just pretty stuff—it’s about making a real difference! Here’s how: Waste Reduction: Every item made means less fabric going to waste. It might seem like a small step, but it’s part of a much bigger mission: lowering fashion's impact on our planet. Artisan Support: Making things by hand gives many talented artisans jobs at Potbel! This not only helps them provide for their families but also allows them to keep traditional crafts alive. Sustainable Style in Fashion: Potbel is part of a revolution changing how people view fashion! They show that you can be stylish while being kind to our planet—no need to compromise on quality or style! Get Ready for Some Signature Pieces by Potbel! Potlis: These are what Potbel does best! Every potli is made from leftover fabrics—so you’ll never find two alike! They’re trendy and perfect for carrying a bit of sustainable fashion wherever you go. Belts: Potbel's belts do so much more than hold your pants up! With lots of materials to choose from, they add color and texture to any outfit. They remind us that old pieces can always be remade into something fresh! Conclusion: Fashion That Matters Potbel isn’t just a brand; it’s like a movement! They prove that fashion doesn’t have to hurt our planet, turning scrap fabric into stunning pieces instead. Each product brings us closer to a brighter future where creativity meets caring. So next time you need an accessory that's both stylish and meaningful, think of Potbel! You’ll support a brand that cares deeply about our world while getting something beautiful in return. Choose Potbel—because fashion can be kind and pretty at the same time!

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When you create an account with Steams Online, your business will automatically receive a branded site that you can easily share with your clients and is optimized for any desktop or mobile device. Regardless of the subscription plan, you will have access to all widgets, which allows you to embed your schedule for your offerings directly on your existing website.

For even more convenience, your clients can book classes and manage payments directly from their phones. Plus, you and your clients don't need to worry about any paying any hiddent fees or upcharge, that's not the Steams Online way.

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[lilac-5ky]

Can you write some simple dating headcannons for Kamui, Gintoki, and Hijikata?

A/N: Sure thing! First time writing headcanons for Kamui and Hiji, hopefully they are good enough! Also uh, I'm sorry but I think I failed at the 'simple' part of the task, I'm writing this right after finishing Kamui's part, these turned out to be a lot more than I anticipated.

Warning: This does include NSFW bits but I'll keep them on a separate area of the post after each character's SFW hcs, so don't worry, you can read all the SFW and skip the ones that are NSFW.

Kamui/ Hijikata/ Gintoki Dating Headcanons

Kamui

Let me start by saying that I feel both envy and pity for anyone who'd get to date Kamui.

Most likely Kamui would end up dating you because of his excessive interest in you, one that both puzzled and amused him. How could he have such feelings for someone, feelings that weren't related to fighting? He couldn't understand it but he wouldn't hide it either, it was what it was and for once he wanted to explore said feelings. 

He'd let you know of his interest in you the second he realized it, wouldn't even hold back. I imagine something between the lines of "You fascinate me. I can't understand why I'm pulled to a common weakling like you, but I wanna see for myself. Be mine." He'd be very direct and shameless about it, his signature innocent smile on his lips as he speaks. Considering you had no choice once the psycho ginger set his eyes on you, You accepted his "feelings", if one could call his declaration that and so your unconventional relationship with him begun. 

While dating Kamui, you'd have the time of your life while also fearing for your own life. He'd be quite unpredictable and fun to be around, his mere presence filling you with joy. There was always a new story for him to share, going into details about all the places he'd visited, all the new people he'd met, all the food he'd tried and of course, he'd spare no details once he'd get to talk about everyone who'd perished in his hands. 

Kamui would need someone strong to date, even if such strength wasn't a physical one. He'd need someone who could support , accept and encourage him, perhaps even guide him - as he isn't the best at shot calling- ,not one who'd try to make him fix his ways. If you can't bear to be around a literal killing machine like he is, then the relationship wouldn't last for too long. Either you'd meet a tragic fate, or he'd be too indifferent to what happens to you, eventually abandoning you once and for all. 

But if you are a person who can keep up with him, then he won't let go of you easily. He'd be very jealous and very possessive of you, thinking of you rather as a treasure to be kept than an actual human. He wouldn't shower you with gifts nor would he whisper sweet nothings in your ear, but he'd gladly spend his free time with you and would most likely show his affections in a physical way. 

Another thing to consider about dating Kamui would be the fact that if anyone upsets you or if there is someone who openly shows their interest in you, he won't hesitate to obliterate said person with a smile on his face. Don't make the mistake of telling him about your problems unless you are fine with him killing people off left and right. Don't even think about trying to make him jealous, talking about how x guy noticed you, unless you want that person dead. If you hadn't seen said person in days and asked him about it, he'd reassure you that he'd taken care of it, all the while smiling and we both know what "taken care of" means in his vocabulary. 

Kamui would be unapologetic, childish and petty, that's just how he rolls. But, he can also be nice if he wants to. He knows how to make you laugh and despite there being darkness behind his sunny disposition, just looking at him is enough to cheer you up. Although he wouldn't do it, if he felt it at the moment he'd compliment you, anything ranging from "Wow, Y/N, you did so well today!" from "You are so beautiful." He has no filter and would act how he feels, even if said thing is impulsive. 

Although he rarely got hurt, being the one to easily overpower his opponents, if you ever spotted a scratch or bruise on him, he'd allow you to take care of him. All the while doing so, Kamui would gush about what a kind girlfriend you were and how keeping you alive for so long had been to his best interest after all. so sweet am i right

 A random but thoughtful thing Kamui would do, would be sharing his food. Yato have an insatiable hunger so there'd always be lots of food around him. If he ever got to taste something good or something he knew you'd like, he'd make sure to bring you some. Whenever he returned from his trips, he'd try his best to bring some sort of delicacy from a faraway planet for your enjoyment only. 

Speaking of food, if his S/O knows how to cook then that is definitely a plus for him! He'd sit on the counter, waiting patiently for food to be ready, humming softly at the sight of you preparing his dinner. Just be sure to prepare a lot or else he won't be satisfied. I'll expand on his satisfaction later in the NSFW section ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

Another cute thing I can see Kamui doing, is sharing an umbrella with his S/O, whether that's on a rainy or a sunny day. He'd have no issue shielding her from either the sun or the rain and he would do so without being asked to. 

So, what would dating Kamui involve? Dates won't be conventional for sure, but if he visits a cool place that he'd think of as worth visiting, he'd take you there. Not a particular romantic, his primary criteria for date spots would be "fun and enjoyment". I can see him being into more childish dating ideas such as amusement parks, watching performances or attending festivals together, eating at restaurants or generally any place with good food, and, if you could hold you own against him, a good ol' sparring session. He'd love himself a strong partner or at least someone who is on par with him. If you can't fight as well that's fine, he doesn't mind teaching you a move or two. Fighting is what gets his blood pumping and doing it with you, would feel a bit special in his heart. If you did well, I expect him to praise you "My, my, Y/N, you have gotten stronger! Perhaps you'll be able to land a hit one day." If you did badly though "Wow, I never thought you could get weaker than that. Such a disappointment!" mind you that he'd say either thing with the exact same voice and look on his face. 

Finally, would Kamui say I love you? Yesn't. What I mean to say is that I can't see him explicitly saying those three little words, not because he'd be against it but simply because I don't see him feeling as strongly for anyone. Even if he gets to love you, chance is he will consider it as fascination or infatuation, rather than go as far as to call such a thing love. I'd expect him to state his feelings with more possessive words, claiming that he wants you, reminding you that you are his and that he wouldn't have anyone harm what belongs to him, no matter what. 

NSFW 

Kamui in bed is, well, a force to be reckoned with. I believe that his fighting style would transcend into the bedroom and his partner would have to learn how to live with it. 

First of all, as someone with an immense amount of power within him, even if he wanted to hold back, he wouldn't be able to. That's not to say that he'd completely annihilate his partner (or would he lmao) but rather that he'd be on the rougher side of things. Not talking about him being an unforgiving sadistic dom, which he could be at times, what I mean to say is that Kamui would be the kind of guy who'd make you feel his strength by the way his body feels against yours. His pacing would be relentless and if he goes hard on you then he goes hard all the way. 

I'd imagine his partner to have bruises over her body, namely around her wrists, knees and hips, because of the sheer pressure he'd apply on you. In general, he'd have a good sense of control as a warrior, so he is aware of himself and how much pain he is inflicting on your body. He wouldn't go too overboard, he made sure you could take it and with time, he could allow himself to lose a bit of that control while being intimate with you, assuming your body gets accustomed to him. Oh and since I mentioned bruises, he wouldn't hate the sight of them, he'd find them rather appealing considering they were proof of you being intimate together. I can see him admiring and even kissing them while praising you for sustaining the pain. 

Surprisingly enough, I don't see him being as perverted as to have a list of kinks, but a kink I see him having is a breeding kink, especially if his actual purpose is to, well, breed you. He's stated that women should be kept alive because they can bear strong kids, so if he gets together with someone he deems worthy, he'd wish to have children of his own. The idea of him filling you with his seed, the idea of your belly becoming round with his own spawn is fascinating to him. He can only imagine how strong his own son/daughter will turn out to be. 

Another thing I should note is his stamina. Kamui has an excessive amount of stamina as a Yato and could last for hours if he wishes to. Although he'd be down for a quickie, sex with him would turn into hour long sessions each time and by the end of it you'd be so weak that you could barely stand on your own, a fact that made him mock you all the time, in a cute smug way though. 

I have a very particular thought about Kamui, that I'd like to mention; introducing food in your sex life. Anything from sprawling sashimi all over your body to using whip cream or strawberries or whatever else, the idea would surely excite him as you would have combined 2/3 of his favorite things. He'd have the time of his life feasting off your body and would go as far as to comment on the taste of everything like a food critic. No matter how many ingredients you use though, we all know that at the end of the day the real dessert for him would be the one between your legs. I can see him being into oral, savoring your own sweet taste but, like I've said, Yato are insatiable. Even after you'd come, he'd keep on going again and again, until your juices are dripping from his jaw and he's decided he's had enough.

Oh and a side note? I did mention that Kamui is shameless and direct. If anyone makes a comment on you, asking why you look as if you got hit by a track, expect him to go into full detail about everything he did to you. Abuto and perhaps even Takasugi have the honor of knowing all about it, even if neither of them asked. Boy just can't keep his own mouth shut. Plus, he'd never stop bragging about you.

Finally, I want to mention his hair. Even though Kamui would keep his hair in a braid at all times, if the two of you progress through your relationship to the point of him trusting you enough, he'd be willing to let his hair down, especially during such private moments. You know that he really loves you if he lets you brush his hair or pet his head, that's pretty much his one weakness. 

Hijikata

Unironically, I believe that out of the three, Hijikata would probably be the best boyfriend to have.

In order for Hijikata to date someone, that someone would have to indicate their interest first. He is someone who's gotten rejected by women due to his quirks and so I don't see him as someone who is initially confident in the dating department. Even when he doesn't show it, because of the way people judge him based on his looks, he doesn't trust women easily, thinking that once they find out what he's really like, they'll be repulsed and will walk away. Because of that, Hijikata needs to date someone who is genuine and who is able to express their sincere feelings to him.

If he meets such a person, Hijikata would be ecstatic and wouldn't be too scared to make the first move, as long as he was certain of the person's intentions. I can see him as the more traditional and romantic type of partner, bringing flowers to his S/O, paying her compliments and being all sorts of considerate and kind. Even in the early stages of the relationship, you'd be able to tell that he really cares and you'd feel cherished by him, even if he can be a bit too direct and harsh at times.

He is a bit more on the tsundere side of things, considering how he could be a bit aggressive or mean, pretending that he doesn't really care but he wouldn't be too much of a nuisance. At the end of the day, if his S/O did anything that he found particularly endearing, he'd end up blushing and acting all shy. Definitely someone who can be put on the spot without trying too much, especially if he receives unconditional kindness.

Speaking of kindness, I feel like this is one of the traits Hijikata would appreciate in a partner. Someone who is kind, understanding and accepting. Even if his partner doesn't share the same quirks he does, namely his love for mayo, if said person is able to accept and embrace him for what he really is, then he'd be overjoyed and would show it every step of the way.

At first, dating him would include some awkwardness/shyness. He is not too used to the idea of a woman liking him for him and not his looks, so he is careful and tries hard not to mess things up. Even if you reassure him that everything is fine, I can see him being on the edge during your first few dates. Plus, he'd dread running into another Shinsengumi member, particularly Sougo.

He'd take you to more traditional and quiet dates, nothing too fancy or elaborate, unless it was on a special occasion. I can see him taking his S/O on walks around the city, visiting pretty landscapes with her, taking her to restaurants, basically spending mundane yet relaxing time with her. Considering how chaotic his workplace is, he'd prefer someplace quiet so that they can chat or just enjoy the view together. He basically has he lifestyle of a retired old man who longs to have an old woman to sit with on his porch LMAO

I have to say though, I think that Hijikata will have a hard time explaining his feelings to you in a verbal way. He will show you how he feels for you but getting him to talk about his emotions will be hard. He will admit his love for you, don't get me wrong, but most of the time it will be in the form of whispers, too shy to look at you, too bothered to say it normally. He loves his S/O and would do everything he could to protect her, even if such protection came at a price for him. (f.e. how he gave up on Mitsuba because of his lifestyle)

On another note, one of Hijikata's bad dating qualities so to say, would be his jealousy. He has a short temper so if anyone made a move on his partner, he'd immediately step up in order to defend them. If it was just a random hitting on you, the issue would probably end with his burst, however if such a person was close to you? He'd probably sulk and pout a lot! And wouldn't even talk to you about it, somehow if there are issues in your relationship, you'd have to be very intuitive cause he'd rather keep everything bottled up.

Even though he knows who he is, deep within him he'd be scared that because of his habits, his partner would end up getting sick of him, leaving him for another man. I can see him acting very withdrawn and throwing himself at work during such times. Either you'd have to really get through his skin to reassure him, or give him enough time for him to realize that he's just overreacting.

Side note, although he has a short temper, I feel like he'd do his best to keep it at bay in front of his S/O and wouldn't direct his anger at them. Even if he was angry, he'd keep it within him, along with the rest of his feelings.

A cute thing I can see him doing is offering support. What I mean by that is that if his S/O has a particular interest they feel strongly about, Hijikata would either try to engage in it himself, or, if it wasn't his thing, he'd back them up. Considering how much his own interests alienate him from others, he wouldn't want such a thing happening to his partner. If you liked an idol or an anime or something, he'd buy you merch. If you liked a snack, he'd buy it for you. If you wanted to go to a place, he'd go with you. He'd be very considerate like that, although don't be mad at him if his work prevents him from showing up and being there 24/7.

Also just like most men from Gintama, I see him appreciating a S/O who can cook for him, especially if she preps lunches for him. Since he spends most of his time at the Shinsengumi, oftentimes, he forgets to eat. If you can take care of him, he is sure to melt! Also, I wouldn't be surprised if he planned cooking dates with his S/O, just mind the mayo, he'll add it to E V E R Y T H I N G, so be sure to supervise!

NSFW

I'll start this by saying that Hijikata is certified submissive and maybe even an M! He might play it off, might try to act like a dom, but if you get on top of him, he'll go feral! He loves himself a woman who can take care of his needs and would be really into soft femdom. Praises, rewards, compliments, all work amazingly on him. Most likely he'd blush and act all shy, but he'd love every minute of it.

When it comes to positions, I feel like he'd be the one who likes positions that let him appreciate his partner's body the most. He wants to be touched but to also be able to touch them. Even though he can't always communicate his feelings well, he'll be sure to show you his appreciation through sex.

That's not to say that Hijikata is completely mellow and vanilla. He leads a stressful life and he gets easily frustrated, something that usually makes for a bad combo BUT in bed? Phew. If you let him, he will take out all of that pent up stress and anger and will release it onto your body. His pace would be frantic, hips slapping hard against yours, lips marking you whole, taking you literally against the first flat surface. Or even not! If things are that bad, I can see him slamming you against a wall for a quickie, frantically trying to relieve himself from all the nerves. Once he'd be done, he'd be sure to provide you with proper aftercare, after all, it wasn't your fault he was this upset. You were simply the one who comforted him and he'd make sure to show his appreciation.

Also, Hijikata in bed can be vocal. He might not go all out with dirty talking but if you make him feel good, he'll show it, grunting, growling, even moaning for you. If you pointed it out, he'd be really embarrassed but hey, it's not your fault he lets out such pretty cries when he's having fun! Plus, he'd also relish your own sounds, he wants to know how good he makes you feel so be sure to show it.

Finally, I see him as the type to cuddle, even if he acts like he doesn't want that at first. If you wrap your arms around him, he'd feel safe and happy, always getting a good night's sleep. On the other hand, if he is the one who serves the role of the big spoon, he'd keep you close to him all night long, making sure you felt protected in his arms. Being a rock for the woman he loves, is all he longs for, after all.

Dating Hijjikata, one thing's for sure; when he's with you, he'd always be on a great mood afterwards, something the other Shinsengumi member would be quick to catch on and tease him about. Still, you were worth the trouble.

Gintoki

blushing gin is too cute for me to pass on the opportunity of using this gif

I can 100% see the beginning of your relationship starting with a drunk confession on Gin's side. He is just the type of guy to drown his feelings in alcohol and having just about 0 tolerance for it, he is sure to show up completely wasted at your door one night, slurring every word of his but you could tell what he was trying to get to; he was in love with you. At least that's what it sounded like before he passed out. Don't expect him to remember a thing the next day, he has no idea how he ended up at your house but since it all worked out at the end, he must have done something good, no?

Once you start dating him, he'll try to be his best self for a while, he doesn't want you going back on your decision, but it won't take too long for him to slip back to his old habits. Plus, that's just who Gin is and this is one of the many reasons you love him, despite being very childish and lazy.

Speaking of laziness, I can see him being really into home dates, if you can call chilling out before the TV with take out a date. That's his average idea of what a date is, at least. Sometimes, he tries to make it fancier by cooking something himself, although you'd have to clean up after his mess. Hey, at least the food was good!

If you try to get Gintoki to leave the house, you'll face resistance on most of days. Unless there is something in it for him or unless he happens to be in the mood, then he won't budge. Promise him to buy him his favorite dessert though and he'll be out in a second. At the end, he might not let you pay for it either, he can be decent like that at times. But don't be too surprised if he left his wallet at home.

No matter how lazy Gintoki is, I feel like he is the one who ends up having the most fun when you take him out, even if he makes it into a big deal and complains about it at first. He is a versatile guy and I can see him enjoying all sorts of dates, from beach time on a summer day to snowball fights on winter days. He is a fun person to be around and he can always turn an ordinary day to a blast. Plus, if you don't mind spending time with his friends, times with him and the boys (NOT ONLY BOYS OKAY JUST AN EXPRESSION) will be beyond entertaining. And, in Gin's eyes, a partner who values his friends earns bonus points.

Side note, I think that Gintoki would be the worst person on anniversaries. He will never remember them unless you make it super obvious for him to notice. If you dress up nicely, expecting him to take you out, he'll just make a compliment and go back to lazing out. That might be a bit infuriating but, who needs anniversaries when he shows you his appreciation on a daily basis? Besides, who knows, maybe, despite his ignorance, he had prepped a surprise for you of his own, all be it, one that he came up with at the last minute.

On the other hand, I wanna expand on Gintoki's bad qualities before I move on to the more positive aspects of your relationship with him. It's no secret that Gin can be childish and petty, if you get in an argument with him he will pout and sulk, be as passive aggressive as possible BUT. If he is the one who wronged you and you act all sad, he'll be the first one to give in. He doesn't like it when you are depressed, especially if he is the reason why. No matter how small or big the reason behind your argument was, he'll let go of things in instant. Gin is someone who values the his connections to others the most, especially the connection you two share.

At times he can be jealous, and I mean jealous by A LOT. He'll be especially petty and showy, will go as far as to prove you all the reasons why he is better than x guy who flirts with you. If he is feeling feisty, he won't hesitate to even kiss you or grope you in front of them, he'll do whatever it takes to spite said person. You are his and he wants people to know! Can be very possessive and clingy, surprisingly enough, at times like this, even when he is known for not being particularly fond of clingy people (f.e. Sacchan)

A final lowkey shitty thing Gin would 100% do in a relationship with someone, would be to tease them, about literally everything. If his partner is short, her new name will be midget, if his partner is into idols/anime, he will refer to her as that otaku. If he knows you are weak to something, he will be relentless, sometimes pushing it too far. As long as he gets a reaction from you, even if said reaction is a punch to his face, Gintoki will never stop teasing you. Unless, he knows that what he said was particularly hurtful, then he'll drop it in an instant.

Moving on to Gin's "nicer" side. If you have an issue, then he'll go all soviet union on you; it's our issue now. He'll never let you go through stuff alone, unless you tell him to. Gin will be your rock, the one to support you through everything, the one who'd always go the extra mile for you, even if he plays it off. Most of the time, he'll be the one to motivate and help you out, he is the kind of person who lets others be the one to deliver the final blow. Besides, it's your problem and dealing with it yourself is what will make you stronger. He'll be your shoulder to cry on and your biggest supporter, the clown to make you smile but also the wise consultant. Even if you have doubts about him, it's during your lowest that you'll see Gin's true value.

A cute thing I'd like to imagine Gin doing, is when you bring him home to meet your parents. He'll try his best to be courteous to a ridiculous degree and will make sure that by the time the meeting ends, both of your parents love him. Even if he is a little shit to you at times, he would never embarrass you at such an important time.

Overall, although Gintoki is a bit of a manchild, he is a great partner. He is a partner for life and you'll always have a friend, a child, a big brother and a lover, all in one. No matter how hard he tries to play it off, he values a partner who is warm and kind to him, someone who might also be a bit innocent and ditzy for him to tease. If you date him, then one thing's for sure; you'll always have a smile on your face, a smile he will make sure to protect at all costs. That's his weakness, after all.

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Gintoki is one of those characters who are pretty much into every single kink with only a few exceptions. From bondage and degradation, to daddy kink, spit and impact play, he's done all there is to do. There is a reason why Sougo calls him Boss all the time, he is like the one who invented sadism in the first place. Okay maybe I am overreacting a bit but that doesn't change the fact that Gin is an S no matter what.

He is someone who'd make it his purpose to make a mess out of you, fucking you again and again until you are leaking his cum from every single hole of your body. Very particular about positions, he'd enjoy the most the more compromising ones, like doggy style for example. Even though he is quite lazy, never forget that he is a great fighter with an insane amount of stamina, he'd pound you until you wouldn't be able to stand on two legs anymore.

Also a huge blowjob appreciator. Having you between his legs while he comments on your fucked up expression? While you drool and choke around him? His biggest turn on, easily. The more you struggle, the more he enjoys it, he wants to fuck your mouth until tears run down your cheeks. He'd be so smug and shameless about it too, making comments all the while you do that, mostly to degrade you and humiliate you even further. But, if he is on a more loving mood, such words will turn to praises in an instant. He wants you to know how good you make him feel.

Another thing I can see him being into is public stuff. Foreplay for him begins way before you two reach the bedroom. You thought he'd go easy on you just because you are in public? That he wouldn't grope you with each chance he gets? That his hand wouldn't go up your skirt underneath the table? Guy lives to get you flustered and if no one is around, he might just go the extra mile and fuck you against the first wall he finds. Back alley sex, bathroom sex, even sex in the wild, if he wants you, he will have you. Plus, he'll totally turn the tables on you, calling you a slut for doing such things with him in public, even if it was him who instigated it.

Finally, although he is that freaky, Gin is also very bored, lazy and unmotivated. Most of the time you are at home, you are going to literally be the one to get on top of him, place his dick in you and do as you please. He won't even bother taking his clothes off, best case scenario he'll just roll his hips into yours from time to time. The duality of a man, I guess...but hey, who knows, maybe if you keep at it, he'll end up finding some much needed motivation and you'll once again find yourself crying his name out as he fucks you against the wall. No surprises here, that's Gin we are talking about.

A/N: Yeah this turned huge but I feel like I covered most things there are to cover about dating these three guys. Hopefully it was good enough!

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Punishment

Drabble

Pairing: Hongjoong×reader (grace)

Genre: smut, fluff

Summary: he is jealous.

Warnings: degradation, name-calling, orgasm denial, face slapping(only once), pussy spanking, spanking, choking, a little bit touchy-touchy and nudity in the car, aftercare. (If there is something else, lemme know!) I AM NO PROFESSIONAL IN WRITING SMUT!

Word count: 2.6k+

Masterpost

*Do NOT repost, plz*

After the release of their recent album, ATEEZ decided to plan a dinner night. They invited all of their friends and families. 

Hongjoong was excited for this night. His long-term girlfriend was going to be there with him. Everyone knew about her but he preferred not to bring her to their gatherings and all. Being an overprotective and jealous boyfriend, he kept her protected under his watch. 

Although, this was an important night for all of them and they wanted to share it with each other and their loved ones. Grace was so supportive. She never grumbled about not being able to go to their fun nights because Hongjoong was jealous little shit. 

Finally, he is taking her because he wants her to stand next to him, holding his arm. He wants to share his happiness with the love of his life. 

~~~

It was The Night. 

Hongjoong was dressed in a black tuxedo along with his Gucci loafers. His silky black hair was nicely parted from the side and was perfectly gelled backward, showing off his perfect forehead. 

He took permission to go back home and to pick his date up. He was so excited to meet her. 

Hongjoong parked his car in front of their home and rang the bell. After a few seconds, his Princess opened the door, looking like the hottest lady alive. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her black deep V-neck full-length dress. She twirled and showed off her messy bun and the backless back. A simple chain was attached on both ends of her shoulder and another chain was hanging, holding a long crystal that ended at the dip of the back, giving a very elegant and sexy look. 

"You are so gorgeous," Hongjoong pulled her closer to him and slid his right hand on her hip, grabbing her butt, gently. The other hand caressed her cheek. 

"Says the one who snatches all the attention to himself without even trying," she fixed his tie and dusted off the dust that was not there. 

"I don't want to take you there, to be honest," he mumbled. 

"Why?" She looked him in the eyes. "Am I not looking good enough?" 

He chuckled. "Silly, you look so good that I don't want anybody to look at you… you are mine and only I can stare at you. No other men are allowed." He pecked her lips softly, trying not to mess up her lipstick.

"Are you jealous already?" She smirked.

"If it's you, then my jealousy is justified, babe," he tightened his grip. 

"We are gonna get late, Joongie," she wiggled out of his grip and walked past him, and sat in the passenger seat. 

"Fucking tease," he said under breath and hopped in the car, and drove to the venue.

~~~

The outside of the venue was filled up with the media and paparazzi. All of them trying to get some nice pictures. They posed for the cameras. Hongjoong possessively held Grace's waist. 

Yunho was waiting for them at the front porch. "Look at you! You look so beautiful! But this grumpy man is the only defect here," Yunho laughed.

"Back off, Yunho. She is taken by the very said grumpy man," Hongjoong butted in.

"Thank you, Yuyu. It means a lot. And ignore the grumpy man," she hugged Yunho.

Strike one.

Wooyoung and San saw them and made their way there. They both looked classy. Smiling widely, they greeted them.

"Hey, you guys. Look at you both! Hongjoong hyung, can you please move aside a bit?... A little more… more… more… Ah, perfect! Now, this is perfect," Wooyoung said after removing Hongjoong from her side… completely. 

"Right! You look fabulous, my lady," San passed his signature dimple smile. He took her hand and gave a sweet peck on the knuckles. 

"You guys are never gonna stop teasing him. Huh?" Grace laughed. 

"No~" Wooyoung sheepishly said.

Strike two.

Luckily, Yeosang, Mingi, and Jongho met them shyly. 

"You both look so stunning next to each other," Jongho said.

"Made for each other," Mingi added.

"It's unfair that Hongjoong hyung doesn't bring you often. We would love to have you around!" Yeosang half hugged her. 

"Thank you, guys. You all are just too nice," Grace chuckled.

'Nice, Yeosang, Mingi, and Jongho. This is how you treat a woman. Proud of you,' Hongjoong internally patted their backs.

But now the flirting man approached…

Seonghwa.

"I wish I was lucky enough to have you but Hongjoong took the pretty lady for himself,  I think," Seonghwa gave a light kiss on her cheek. 

"Ah, I'm not that great, Seonghwa. You are just saying that to make me blush…" she giggled.

"Well, that's not true. You are a pretty lady and you look so gorgeous tonight."

"And you look so handsome in your purple suit."

"Thank you so much!"

'I'm gonna let this one pass… flirting is in his blood,' Hongjoong sighed.

~~~

Everyone was sitting at the round table. Enjoying their meals and talking to their loved ones. It was all going perfectly. 

But not for Hongjoong.

The thing was his Grace was sitting in-between him and Seonghwa. 

THE BIGGEST FLIRT ALIVE.

They were talking and flirting non-stop. Seonghwa's hand was resting on Grace's chair. He was totally leaning over her. That made Hongjoong clench his fists around the cutlery. 

He was feeling too uncomfortable, so he rested his right hand on her thigh and gave it a little squeeze. Grace thought it was an expression of love so she passed a bright eye smile. But continued to talk to Seonghwa. 

Hongjoong's mind ticked when she touched Seonghwa's bicep and didn't remove her hand. His nails rigged in her thigh through her dress which made her hiss in pain. 

She was sure that there are going to be marks the next morning. She triggered his jealousy. Her mind was running miles by now. She could feel the things that were going to happen when they went back home.

Seonghwa, who was oblivious of the air between the couple, continued to talk. And it pulled the last string. 

Strike three… 

Hongjoong abruptly got up, almost knocking the chair down. It made everyone at the table stop whatever they were doing and look at him. 

He didn't wait to say sorry or anything. He just pulled Grace up and threw her on his shoulder and took her outside. 

Grace was not exactly shocked but she was surprised. She didn't expect him to go all Netflix vibe. 

Hongjoong opened the passenger side and threw her inside, harshly. Quickly getting in, he started driving back home. 

"You like to be a cheap whore, don't you!?" He tugged at her messy bun.

"Joon-"

"Shut up! It's always Seonghwa! If you like his cock this much, go jump on it!" He turned her sideways so that her head was resting on the window and her legs were facing him. 

"Move your dress and remove your panties, NOW!" he ordered.

Grace tucked her dress around her waist and removed her panties quickly. Luckily, the windows of the car were black-tinted. 

Hongjoong harshly pulled her towards him. He rested his hand above her dripping cunt and poked his thumb at her entrance. 

"This sluty hole needs a cock which is not mine, huh? Is that what you want?" He harshly slapped her pussy. "I asked you something!"

"N-no," her voice shivered.

"No what, slut?" 

"No, master…"

"You can't even do one thing correctly. Why do I even bring you out!?" He slapped her thigh, leaving the red mark behind. 

Hongjoong pulled up in their driveway and got out and pulled her with him. Again, lifting her on his shoulder, he unlocked the house and threw the keys somewhere. Not bothering to remove shoes, he quickly walked upstairs and kicked open their shared bedroom. Switching on the lights, he moved towards the bed and harshly threw her on it with a 'thump' sound. 

"I'll be back in a minute. By then, I want you naked, ass up. In the middle of the bed… Am I clear?" He ordered in a heavy but raspy voice.

"Y-yes, master," she stuttered. He let out a satisfactory 'hmm'.

About five minutes later, Grace heard Hongjoong's footsteps behind her. Oh, she wanted to see him so badly, but it was only gonna fire her back. She wanted to be an obedient girl for her master. 

"Perfect," he stood at her left side, which gave her a view of Hongjoong. He was not wearing a shirt. His milky skin was on display, showing off his abs that no one got to see. 

He grabbed her ass cheek and massaged It before raising it and throwing a harsh smack on her butt. His cold rings hit hard, leaving marks. 

"You too much of a slut, aren't you?" He gently massaged the mark of his hand on her butt. "You were so wet in the car too. Which one was turning you on? Wooyoung? San?... Oh, I know… Seonghwa… right? He is the one. The heartthrob of the group."

"N- hmph," he smacked the other spot. 

"Did I fucking permit you to speak!?" He tugged her hair and brought their faces to a close. "Are you too dumb? Hm? But you know what? It's okay. I make sure you never be a slut for anyone but me," he pushed her face's side in the pillow. 

Hongjoong undid his belt and removed his pants along with his boxers. His long and thick length sprung out proudly. His cock was twitching and poking the spot above his belly button. People might not see it but he is BIG. His crazy length and thickness made her drool all over the pillow.

"Look at it. Where are you going to find a cock like mine? I bet Seonghwa can only imagine this cock," he got up behind her. 

Hongjoong's one hand spread her ass cheek while the other was caressing her oh so juicy cunt. The back of his fingers gently hovered over it. The slightest touch made her whimper. 

Grace moaned loudly when she felt a spank on her cunt. 

"The kitty sounds so fucking wet, slut. I bet she is thirsty. Should I give her my cum? Or do you want Seonghwa's?" He stopped for a bit. "Speak!"

"Y-yours, master…" he felt proud when she remembered to respect him.

"Your tight cunt is too perfect for a slur like you. Look at how it takes my fingers in. It feels so right," he trusted his fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. 

"Hmmm," she whimpered.

Hongjoong removed his fingers and spanked her cunt. It made a lewd wet noise. Her cunt was clenching around nothing.

He suddenly held her waist and turned her around, flat on her back. Now she saw a black medium-sized box laying at the corner of the bed. 

He took that box and took two pairs of red handcuffs. He tied her wrists by the bedpost. Checking them if they were perfectly locked. 

"Look at you. You look pretty and dumb like this…" he tugged at her nipples and took the right one in his mouth. He licked and bit it until it turned into a deep shade of red. Giving the same attention to the other one too. 

Grace was a whimpering mess underneath him. Her hands were trying to get a hold of him but they were captured in the pretty handcuffs. Her breath got even more uneven when she felt his hand pinching her clit. Rolling it between his thumb and finger.

Hongjoong gave the last suck on her tits before sitting back and admiring the art. 

"I love you like this. I haven't even touched you properly but you are a mess," he caressed her cheek lovingly before slapping it. "But I hate when other men look at you! You act all slutty and they flirt! You are so perfect for a brothel," he yelled. 

Oddly, it turned her on. Hus every single move was hot. His thick as long length was all she could think. She wanted to feel him inch by inch. She wanted to have a taste of his delicious cock and wanted to feed his cum to get thirsty cunt.

Without giving a warning, Hongjoong forced his whole length in her cunt. It was dripping wet but no matter what, she could never get used to it. The nice stretch made her scream. He pushed her face more into the pillow to muffle her scream.

"So fucking warm and wet," he took a shaky breath. He hovered over her and attacked her neck, leaving marks that were going to turn purple the next day. But she couldn't care less. 

The pleasure was building in her belly. Hongjoong felt her clenching hard around him. Before she could cum, he pulled out and hovered over her face. Forcing her mouth open he fucked her throat harder and faster making her gag around him. His balls were slapping her chin. The room was filled with the sounds of moans and grunts and gags. 

He pulled her hair to get a better angle. His hand traveled behind him and found her cunt. He started slapping it without a break. Her world was spinning by his actions.

After a few thrusts, he felt close to his climax. He stopped spanking and brought his hand around her throat and squeezed it, feeling his length moving up and down her throat, it didn't take time for him to come down her throat. He was panting over her. He carefully removed himself from her.

Grace's lipstick was smeared over her chin and cheeks, her Mascara was running in all directions. But Hongjoong finds her beautiful. He wanted to give her an orgasm but decided against it. 

But not before the last tease. 

He took out a bullet vibrator and switched it on. Settling in-between her legs, he placed it on her clit with some pressure making her moan loudly. Her eyes were closed and her back was arched. He licked her gushing hole getting her sweet all over his tongue. He moved his tongue in and out of her hole. The pleasure from the vibrator and his tongue didn't take long to bring her near the orgasm. 

He felt her body go stiff and her hole clench around his tongue, he stopped the vibrator and removed himself from her cunt taking away the best orgasm she could have had. It made her moan in frustration. 

His chin was shiny. The mixture of his spit and her juices smeared over. Hongjoong patted her cunt.

"Make sure this kitty never gets wet because of someone else but me," he said and moved to remove the handcuffs. Getting up, he went inside the bathroom and brought a warm towel to clean her up.

Throwing the towel on the floor after cleaning. He got in the bed next to Grace and took her in his embrace. He knows that he went hard. 

"Does anything hurt, my love?" He asked sweetly. No one could tell that he was in beast mode a few minutes before.

"I'm fine," her voice was scratchy after the blowjob. 

Hongjoong got up and ran outside the room and quickly brought the water for her. He helped her drink it. 

"I went hard on your throat," he whispered.

"No, it was okay," she snuggled in his chest.

"I hope you remember the punishment forever," they chuckled.

"You think I'll forget it?" She asked, sounding sleepy.

"No," he pulled her face close to his and kissed her softly. 

"Good night, Joongie."

"Good night, love"

.....

Sanaa's note:

@yeosangsbiceps... I- *inhales* thank you for creating this scene in my mind that night. I couldn't get it out of my head. I'm no professional in smut writing but I tried😭 also the hair in the gif and the fic are totally different. I couldn't find any gif 😂

The behavior of all the characters is visualized.

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Truth or Drink (Tom Holland)

[YouTube AU: Video 2]

a/n: this took a while asdfghjkl this was in my drafts since oct. at 7k already (but got distracted with other WIPs as always) and was suggested by this anon back in aug. so i’m sorry this took a so long hun. also, the gif took a fucking while too ‘cause we are extra in this house haha (i mean, i wanted the time in the vid to match the wc so ha). anyway, enough babbling and let’s get into the video! lol, i hope you guys enjoy this one!

summary: You and Tom do a couples Q&A where you spilled steamy secrets with the help from alcohol. pairing: tom holland x fem!reader warnings: dialogue bonanza (lots of laughing and asking), alcohol consumption, secret spilling (from both parties), teasing from everyone (will include dirty jokes from the lads), mentions of smut & risque aka sex-themed questions. word count: 14.2k+ (aha enjoy!)

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⚠ DISCLAIMER: this is a multi-part (not a series) which is basically one-shots happening in the same universe meaning you don’t need to read the previous one to understand this one since they are not heavily connected plot wise. although each fic does happen chronologically, you don’t need to read them in order much like how you don’t need to watch youtube videos in order.

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You knew something was about to happen the moment you walked into the dining area, the way Tom immediately went to latch onto you like a koala bear—as if he hasn't seen you just minutes before—tells all.

"What are you up to now?" you asked with a playful scrunch of your nose.

You rested your hands on his shoulders, the fabric of his pink hoodie—while you wore his other pink hoodie, outfits not at all planned since you just took the first thing you saw in his closet—soft to the touch as you took a glance at the camera that was set up at the head of the dining table. The greenery of the outside world behind the glass doors served as a backdrop to the shot.

The crease between your brows deepened at the sight, gaze landing back on the boy attached to your hip who was hugging you sideways with a certain glow in his eyes.

"I'm not up to anything," Tom denied, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck to litter the skin with sweet and soft kisses. Although the gesture made your heart melt, it also made your suspicion grow. You just know there was more to this than meets the eye.

Strong arms staying around your torso, Tom pulled away slightly so he could meet your gaze again, a certain smile growing on his lips, one you know too well. It was the usual smile he wears whenever he wants something from you, a favor perhaps. An all too powerful grin that had you made him get away with things—mostly stupid ones—easily that you aren't exactly proud to admit.

"Tom," you warned with a raise of a brow, enough seriousness and command in your tone that he was quick to give in.

"Okay, okay, we're shooting the next video," he chuckled, tracing your jaw with the tip of his nose before giving it a soft peck. "Which I am hoping you'll do with me still," he murmured, placing another kiss on your cheek before pulling away to look at you fully as he flashed you a not-so-innocent smile.

Bingo.

Tom just doesn't suddenly become so clingy—well, he normally is but more than usual anyway—especially out of nowhere without it having an underlying reason.

You narrowed your eyes at him skeptically. You stayed silent as you weighed your odds, if the enjoyment of making the video was worth it for you to endure the obvious embarrassment that would come with it. You do love this YouTube thing he's got going on, you truly do enjoy being a part of it. But with the things he's spilled in the last video, you just want to make sure that this time won't be too much, though you highly doubt it.

It was hilarious how his bottom lip started to go at your reaction, eyes turning rounder, cuter that would give Puss in Boots a run for his money. And just as you counted in your head, three, two, one—

"Please, darling? Do it with me?" Tom cooed, placing his head on your shoulder as he gave your waist a loving squeeze, fluttering his eyelashes at you in the most adorable of ways with that cute pout to match. It was his signature look whenever he wanted something, the look of handsome and adorable persuasion. "I'll keep the secret-spilling at a minimum, love. And besides, we can always edit it out."

You let out a soft sigh, shaking your head at the fact that you're saying yes either way. You can never say no whenever he puts on that very persuasive face of his, can never resist him even if you tried. And of course, Tom knows this power he has over you, and he's mastered a way on how and when to use it to his advantage.

You aren't exactly proud to say that he has never failed once, his tactic very effective and that's putting it lightly. It's sneaky and annoying sometimes but it's still cute nonetheless.

Though, never did he once abuse this weakness of yours, only using it with the little things—like letting him sneak in some snacks on set when he was instructed not to or when he wants to do certain stuff—because when it's something serious and you say 'no,' then he's quick to listen and settle when you've made your final decision. He knows you only have the best intentions when it comes to his safety and just him in general, so there's really no doubt on Tom's behalf when it comes to following you on that.

"Why me? Why not give the other boys a chance to be in the spotlight?" you proposed, not giving him the satisfaction of winning just yet.

Tom shrugged with a wide smile. "The fans love you," he hummed.

The reception of the last video was mostly positive. Maybe it was the fact that you've been with Tom for a couple years already.

Your relationship was private of course, but it wasn't a secret. It was relatively the both of you showing glimpses of it every now and then online. So, compared to when the news first broke out, this time was a bit calmer. There are still trolls and haters—they're always going to be there unfortunately—but you've learned to shut them out, turning your focus more on the ones who are very positive and supportive. They should be the only ones who should be given attention to, no point wasting your energy on random keyboard warriors.

"You mean they love it when I make fun of you?" you said, laughter escaping your lips soon after when Tom buried his face back on the crook of your neck as he groaned in dismay.

Let's just say his fans quite enjoyed how you handled him in the last video, the teasing, the banter, the whole lot. Tom hasn't been able to escape the countless clips that are circulating the good old internet. No matter which platform he uses, a clip or meme is always there to haunt him. Most of them vary from him screaming and wriggling in pain; laughing like a hyena while also wriggling in pain; the random facial expressions he's made; and even sometimes, a snapshot of you looking at him in great disappointment and/or embarrassment. That's just some among the plethora of other memes.

Tom had seen it coming of course, but it doesn't mean it's any less embarrassing, especially with how clueless he seemed when it came to women.

"Unfortunately, that too," he grumbled.

"Okay then, might as well give them more content," you teased, Tom pulling away again to gawk at you with a look of feign betrayal crossing his features. You could only laugh at that, giving his jutted out lip a kiss to replace it with one of his many sweet smiles. Despite you saying it in a joking manner, he can't really deny that that would happen either way. After all, no matter what he does, he will always be a walking meme.

Tom finally lets you go after one more peck on the cheek, guiding you towards the seat by the other end of the table soon after. He helped you in like the gentleman that he is, a kiss landing on top of your head once you were seated before he made his way towards his place.

"What are we doing this time?" you asked when Tom sat down on the chair across from you.

And as if on cue, Harry walked into the dining area with two bottles of gin on hand, Harrison following suit with a bowl of half-sliced limes along with Tuwaine with a bucket of ice and two Collins glasses.

"Truth or drink," Harry said with a wide grin, lifting the bottles of Aviation gin to further prove his point.

"You guys chose me to do this with him because I'm a lightweight, which means I'm more likely to talk, didn't you?" you said, narrowing your eyes at each of them as they placed their respective items right in front of you in the middle of the table.

All three boys gasped exaggeratedly at your accusation, shaking their heads as they made their way behind the camera, chorusing a bunched of:

"Oh no, of course not."

"That was not the plan."

"We would never."

You could only roll your eyes at them, playfully of course, turning back to Tom who was quick to throw his hands up in surrender once he took in your expression of pure suspicion.

"I swear, I just want to do this with you, plain and simple," he confessed, though his follow up sentence made you think that it wasn't as plain and simple. "But you are very funny when you have alcohol in your system."

"Does that mean I'm not when sober?" You raised your brow at the man across you, sitting straight up as you clasp your hands together, resting it on the table to seem serious.

Tom shook his head frantically. "No! You're still very funny sober!" he rushed. "Love, you know what I meant," he added with a whine, head dropping low once you let out a laugh, only lifting it back up to shoot you another pout. He can be quite gullible sometimes and you honestly love it, love teasing him about.

"Besides, it's a couples Q&A and the only couple here are you two so there aren't really any options. The only difference is that it has alcohol to spice things up a little," Harry said, now in his place behind the camera just like before.

"With equally spicy questions," Harrison added with a wriggle of his brows, coming back up on the head of the table to place a stack of white cards to which you assumed was where the questions were written.

"You guys wrote the questions didn't you? Okay, this is a set up," you joked.

"They're harmless questions I swear!" Harrison defended with a laugh before returning back to his place by the camera. Though knowing them for as long as you have, you've learned to never trust those words fully. It was highly expected that the questions aren't going to be simple, let alone safe for work.

"But if you're not comfortable doing it, it's totally fine, darling," Tom said, smiling sweetly as he grabbed your hands across the table and gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. He knows you have never been an avid drinker. As you've said, you are lightweight. So, if ever you wanted to back out, he's just making sure you know that you have the option to.

"No, I'm fine with it. This will be fun," you said, flashing him a true, reassuring smile of your own, squeezing his hand in return for good measure. "But can I at least have some juice or something? I'm not drinking gin straight," you added.

"Figured you'd say that," Tom said with a wide grin, rushing up from his seat and disappearing into the kitchen. He came back not long after with a bottle of orange juice on one hand all while holding a spoon and paring knife on the other. "Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice," he sang the good old Snoop Dogg classic no matter how corny, placing the bottle juice right beside the gin on the head of the table.

You narrowed your eyes at your man. "You seem prepared Tom."

"Nope, I just know you too well," he hummed, giving you a sweet peck on the forehead before he was back on his seat across you.

"Right, let's give the people what they want," you said, rubbing your hands together with a wide smile.

It was Tom's turn to look at you skeptically. "Why do I have a feeling that we'll just take turns in exposing each other?"

You tilted your head at him with a grin, shrugging your shoulders and said,

"How bad can it be?"

***

"And we are rolling."

"What's up guys! Tom Holland here," he introduced with a loud clap. "I'm back with another video joined by none other than the gorgeous Y/N." You waved at the camera with a sweet smile at the mention of your name. "The rest of the gang are behind the camera as per usual," Tom added, the lads cheering at their cue unenthusiastically and totally not in sync, chuckles and giggles following soon after.

"You can feel the excitement in the room," Tom said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. "Anyhow, since lovely Ryan Reynolds sent me a case of gin just recently, I thought; why not put it to good use?" Tom shot the camera a knowing look. "Hashtag not sponsored but should be!" he yelled, making you jump slightly at the sudden loud sound.

"Do you have to be so loud?" you grumbled, playfully covering your ears in the process.

"Oh, sorry love," Tom chuckled, shooting you a sweet smile before turning back to the camera, finger pointed at it as he said, "But Ryan, my DMs are always open."

"Always looking for someone to replace me," you sighed, shaking your head dejectedly as you turned to the camera with a deep frown.

"Ah, here we go," Tom groaned, shooting you a playful glare because he knows that the teasing would only get more and more prominent from here on out.

"What? You and I both know I've got a lot of competition," you said as a matter of fact, leaning back on your seat with arms crossed over your chest. "Mainly Jake G. and Harrison, with a couple of variations here and there but you get what I mean."

Tom shook his head at you with a teasing roll of his eyes. "Once again, my girlfriend everyone," he said to the lens with a tight lip smile before turning back to you with a deadpan expression. You only shrugged in response, flashing him an innocent smile.

"Anyway, a fan suggested this in the comments of the last video so today, we're going to be doing Truth or Drink," he continued, turning back to face the camera. "Rules are simple, we take turns on reading out the questions that are written on these cards right here"—Tom lifted the stack of white, rectangular cards before placing them back on the table—"and we either answer them truthfully or we take a drink."

"Oh and a little disclaimer," you paused as you looked at the camera. "The lads wrote the questions so we have no idea what's in the cards nor did we have any involvement in the choosing of certain topics which are possibly going to be discussed in this video," you added, feeling like it was a fact that needed to be said.

"Parental guidance is advised," Tom chuckled.

"They're not that bad you divs," Harrison grumbled.

Now you're certain on who wrote most of the questions, he's been keen on taking offense whenever anyone gets suspicious over them. "We'll be the judge of that," you stated, raising a brow at Harrison before turning back to Tom.

"Let's get right into it shall we?" Tom proposed. You gave him a nod in response, jutting out two thumbs up for good measure. "Ladies first," he said, flashing you a charming grin as he gestured towards the pile of cards.

You reached over to the pile, making sure to pick the card in the middle just to make sure that it was completely random. You adore the lads, but knowing how mischievous they can get, you've learned to always keep one eye open with regard to everything that they do. Plus, it was so easy to set it up for you to pick a certain question given that it was only you and Tom taking turns on picking a card.

"We are starting off with something a tad bit dark huh." You gave the lads a swift glance before turning to the card you had on hand. "If I killed someone would you help me cover it up?" you read out loud, placing the card on the discarded pile before your gaze landed on Tom who gave you a small, secretive nod 'yes' which only made you giggle.

Tom leaned forward as he rested his elbow on the marble surface, hand playing with his chin with his eyes on the ceiling to seem that he was deep in thought. He turned back to you and said, "Do we not get any context? Was it an accident or was it on purpose? Was it due to hate or fear? Was it justified?"

"It's a yes or no answer Tom," you laughed.

"Well then, you already know the answer but for legal purposes," Tom paused, reaching for the bucket of ice and putting some in his glass. He poured the gin on top of that and then added a dash of lime, swirling around the glass to mix them all together. "My lips are sealed," he chuckled, lifting the glass up to his lips and taking a drink. "Oh, that's good stuff," he commented, taking another sip before putting the glass back down.

"Hypothetically, if you were going to help, you'll probably be the one who'll get us caught if I'm being honest," you giggled to which Tom threw his head back with a laugh.

"Yeah, you'll tell me what you did, I'll get shocked and as we're getting stuff to you know, hypothetically hide the body, I'll go 'I can't believe you killed someone' in public and then someone will hear and call the police and we're done."

You burst out in a hearty laugh at that, nodding your head in agreement. "That's exactly how it's going to happen."

It was Tom's turn to pick a question, his grin growing wider as his eyes scanned the card in his fingers. "What's the most embarrassing thing you've done in front of me?" he asked, his features brightening in excitement because he already knows the answer. There wasn't really much to begin with other than that one incident that will always haunt you for the rest of your life.

"Do you want me to tell them the story?" you sighed, leaning back on your chair with palms flat on the table. It wasn't one of your finest moments that's for sure and Tom hasn't been letting you hear the end of it. In fact, it was one of his favourite stories involving you both.

"It's up to you, love. You don't have to if you don't want to." Tom shrugged with a smirk, reaching for your glass to get your drink made. "But that moment was so adorable for me though, embarrassing for you but very adorable for me," he added with a wink.

"Adorable or ego boosting?" you pointed out with a raise of your brow.

"Both," Tom laughed, adding some ice in your glass and pouring just the right amount of gin soon after.

You watched with an adoring smile as he poured in the orange juice, the sound of silverware and glass clinking together filling the air as he mixed up the liquids. He then squeezed a bit of lime in your drink, taking the paring knife soon after to slice up another lime in a thin circle, making a small slit in the middle so he can put it on the rim of your glass easily. Tom can be extra at times, of course he felt the need to decorate your drink, even when it wasn't exactly necessary but you wouldn't want it any other way.

"Look at you being a bartender," you teased, Tom looking up from his task to shoot you playful wink with a smug smirk to match.

"You love to see it."

You shrugged, not at all denying his claim because well, you do love seeing it.

"Here you go, mi lady," he hummed, handing you your beautifully decorated drink with a proud grin on his lips.

"Thank you, kind sir."

As much as how refreshing the cocktail looked in its cold glass and bright, orange colored glory, you know you had to be strategic with drinking. Because alcohol boosts your confidence, it makes you brave, it makes you say things you wish you hadn't when sober. And with you being lightweight, it isn't exactly ideal to be happy-go-lucky with it, especially knowing how these questions can go from one thing to another real quick.

You thought it's best to share embarrassing things that you can live with to keep the drinking at a minimum, rather than take too much alcohol too fast and say worse things down the line because you got somewhat tipsy or downright drunk. There's really no way of knowing how hard it hits given that different types of alcohol affect you in different ways.

"Okay, it was when we first met, which obviously doesn't make it any less embarrassing, first impressions and all that," you started, sitting straight up as your fingers drummed around the cool surface of your glass. "Me and a friend of mine were at this park and decided it would be fun to rent out these bikes to get around quicker, so we did. Lo and behold, Tom and Harrison were also at said park—"

"Oh yeah, I remember this," Harrison laughed. "This is going to be good."

You shot the blonde lad a quick glare before continuing. "Luck wasn't on my side that day—well, depends on how you look at things because I did meet Tom and seem to have gotten far," you laughed towards the camera, giving Tom a swift glance who was quick to lock eyes with you as he nodded agreeably with a chuckle. "But add that to me being very clumsy and simply put, I fell off the bike right in front of him," you sighed dejectedly, heat coating your cheeks as the lads chuckled in their seats, purely in amusement and not at all in a demeaning way.

"Go on love, let's hear the full thing," Tom encouraged, sitting back on his chair with his arms crossed over his chest to relax, attention fully on you as if he hasn't heard this story many times before. He genuinely does love hearing it. As you've said, it was one of his favourites.

"I'm getting there," you grumbled, narrowing your eyes at Tom who only flashed you an adorable, bright smile, knowing that if he does that, you can't stay mad at him. With a another sigh, you continued, "As we were riding our bikes, we saw him and Harrison sitting on this random bench from afar doing, I don't know, maybe they were on a date or something—"

"Darling, don't try and steer the topic here," Tom laughed. You stuck out your tongue at him—yes, very mature—his laughter only growing louder at your reaction.

"I'm a big fan of the Marvel movies, so obviously, I knew who he was. I was trying to keep my cool, you know, I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of him and thought I'll just ride pass, don't want to disturb whatever they had going on. But as soon as we got near to where they were sat, he looked towards my direction and we made eye contact—"

"The power I have," Tom crooned with a smug smile, earning a pointed eye-roll from you.

"Oh shut up. You know that wasn't the sole reason why I fell," you scoffed. "The chains on my bike went loose so I had no full control over it. We weren't going slowly as well because this friend of mine thought it was a good idea to one up each other so we kept going faster and faster, racing towards who knows what.

"So, my next option was to just plant my foot on the ground to stop it right? But as I've said, luck wasn't on my side that day. Before I could even do it, a rock went under the front wheel—which I didn't see given that I was distracted, you lot know why—and completely took me off balance and the bike went sideways real quick that I didn't have any time to react at all. And...did I roll a few times?" You turned to your boyfriend.

"Twice," he confirmed, a sympathetic smile on his lips as he tilted his head at you sweetly.

"Now, I don't see why you find this story adorable." You narrowed your eyes at your man.

"Not the actual accident, darling. It's what happened after that I found adorable. You were so cute being all shy and embarrassed," Tom defended with a pout. "And you know for a fact that whenever I see you with the smallest scrape or cut I panic and fuss over you immediately."

"You do. A bit too overdramatically," you giggled. It was a bit much sometimes how he worries but that's just Tom being the caring and overprotective boyfriend that he is. "Anyway, so yes, I rolled on the ground twice but all I remember was that I was already lying on my back, watching the sky while my knees, forearms up to my elbows and palms were burning. Then I saw Tom approaching and I swear I was just wishing that the ground would swallow me up right then and there," you finished.

"I quickly rushed to her aid, because you know, I'm Spider-Man," Tom added with a cocky shrugged, arms open wide as if to showcase himself.

There was a loud, collective groan from the lads which earned a laugh from you and a sound of pure protest from Tom.

"It's true!" he exclaimed. "Anyway, she then went, 'oh, my knight and shining armour, my handsome Prince Charming'," Tom gushed, voice at a higher pitch with the utmost exaggeration as he placed the back of his hand over his forehead. "And I went, 'don't worry princess, I'm here to save you,' and then we kissed and lived happily ever after," he concluded with the cheekiest smile.

"We remember this story very differently." You shook your head at him with a hearty laugh. This boy is always something else. "But fine, I'll give you the Prince Charming part because you did look like it.

"What you said was, 'miss, are you alright?' which was very formal of you, especially with the accent." You turned to the camera with a suggestive wiggle of your brows, making Tom drop his head shyly with a chuckle as his cheeks turned slightly pink. "And no, we didn't kiss. You don't kiss people you just met Thomas, get a hold of yourself. He helped me up and was kind enough to offer to take me to the hospital which wasn't needed since it was just a few cuts and scrapes but still insisted that I get checked. Who knew you'd be overprotective since day one," you laughed.

Tom shrugged with a chuckle. "We got to know each other while in the hospital and after she got cleaned up, I thought, I liked talking to her and I really don't want to say goodbye just yet. So, I invited her to lunch which she surprisingly said yes," he teased, sarcasm laced in his tone at his last sentence as he shot the camera a knowing and smug look. You kicked him lightly under the table, the action catching him off guard making him let out a yelp.

"It was more of me being polite because you helped and that. Didn't want to seem rude by saying no," you said, Tom gasping in full offense at your words. You let out a laugh as you rushed, "I'm kidding! Of course I wanted to go to lunch with you. It was impossible to say no because you've been really sweet and a real gentleman that day. And well, it was fun hanging out with you."

Tom smiled widely at that, nothing but pure love coating his features as he held your gaze, hand sneaking over to yours that was on the table and giving it a quick but loving squeeze.

"Where did Harrison go?" Harry wondered, the blonde boy suddenly turning silent and surely enough when you gave him a swift glance, he was already blushing.

"I had my friend with me, Tom had Harrison, you do the math," you said plainly, laughter laced in your tone.

"Oh, so you got some that day," Tuwaine chuckled, nudging the boy beside him with his elbow.

"Shut up, Tuwaine," Harrison grumbled, swatting away his friend lightly.

"But in conclusion, I am a superhero in real life," Tom stated proudly, swiping away the imaginary dust that was lying on his shoulder. He turned to the camera with a bright and wide smile. "But I do thank that bike every day."

"A bit sadistic but okay," you added, looking at Tom skeptically with a scrunch of your nose.

"No! I meant we wouldn't have gotten to know each other if that didn't happen," Tom rushed, lips turning into a pout when you only did nothing but laugh. "You're mean."

"You're just too adorable not to pick on," you giggled, his pout turning more prominent at your words.

You so badly wanted to get up off your seat and give him a proper kiss, but those things are always reserved privately. You two had never been big with public displays of affection, just the casual holding hands and occasional hugs. There are a few instances where you'll sneak a quick kiss while hanging out with friends but that's different compared to it being on tape for the whole world to see later on.

"Anyhow, what's the most embarrassing thing that you have done in front of me?" You asked back, your turn to grin wide because you know which story it was going to be, the way Tom's cheeks were quick to be dusted red was a clear indication that you were right.

"I'm smooth as hell, would never embarrass myself in front of a lady," he said casually, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back on his chair, all cool and suave.

"Oh shut up and tell the story," you said with a playful roll of your eyes, Tom letting out a shy chuckle before he leaned on the table.

"Right, it was our second date and I split my trousers open," he said, short and sweet, though his blush was already deepening because Tom knows the sharing won't stop there.

"Wait, how open?" Tuwaine asked.

"Like full on, centre to back, underwear and inner thighs with a bit of butt showing open. It would have been a bit better if I wore black pants—boxers to the American people—and black trousers right? But me being unlucky, I went for light-coloured denim jeans and black pants that day so it's fully obvious that I did ripped my trousers open," he chuckled shyly, hand going to rub at his shoulder, body slightly crouched as he refused to look away from his glass of gin.

"Go on Thomas, let's hear the full thing," you prodded, throwing his previous words right back at him.

He lifted his head up to shoot you a playful glare, though sat straighter anyway, elbows now on the table with his hands clasped together as he got ready to tell his story. "We were well underway our second date, a simpler one which was a walk in a somewhat less crowded park—"

"What's with you two and parks?" Harrison pointed out with a chuckle.

"Disaster just waiting to happen as you can tell," Tom laughed.

"We've steered clear from parks after all these incidents," you joked with a giggle.

"I did a flip and didn't land the right way was basically what happened," Tom continued, turning to the camera with a look of dismay. "We were walking by a couple of street dancers who were practicing a routine and they were doing all sorts of flips and tricks. She stopped walking completely and watched—wait, correction, stared at this certain bloke who was doing backflips—"

"I was not staring," you butted in. "I was just watching him do his thing and said how cool it was. And why are you making it seem like it's my fault?" you gasped, placing a hand over your heart, feign offence crossing your features.

"I'm not!" Tom laughed, hands up in surrender before he crossed his arms over his chest. "All I'm saying was that I was trying to impress you, which is why I offered to show you a flip. And as everyone in this room knows, I do the stupidest things when trying to impress a girl, especially when I like her that much."

"I was already impressed by you as is Tom, you didn't need to do a flip," you said as a matter of fact, small giggles escaping your lips as you looked at him with nothing but pure adoration. Tom felt his heart melt at the sight and more by your words. "And besides, I already knew you could do it. But somehow you felt the need to prove yourself after you saw me complimenting that dancer," you added.

"It's what you call ego, Tom," Harry laughed.

"Shut up, Harry." Tom shot his brother a glare though chuckled right after because it was in fact a bit true.

It was the silliest thing thinking back on it now, how he just said 'you want to see me do a flip?' out of the blue. You furrowed your brows at him in response, though your smile was laced with amusement. He just wanted to impress you as he'd said. And fine, maybe his ego got struck at teeny bit, and maybe he felt a little jealous that your attention got torn off of him because he truly did like you that much.

But at the end of the day, even though he had a little mishap, it all worked out so he wasn't at all complaining. "Anyway, so I did the flip, completely disregarding the fact that my shoes were slippy and my trousers were tight. I did land upright and not on my face this time so that's something," Tom chuckled. "But my right foot slipped so I was full on going on a wide split which I normally can't do since I am not flexible enough and proceeded to fall on my bum.

"The moment I heard the sound I instantly knew and just went, 'oh no' and remained on the ground because I didn't know what to do then. I was already embarrassed because I slipped, do I really want to tell her I tore open my trousers too?" Tom laughed timidly, the blush on his cheeks turning redder as he rubbed the back of his neck in utter embarrassment.

"I kind of knew right away though because I did hear something rip," you giggled. "He then just slowly stood up, hands behind, flat on his bum and said, 'I split my trousers open' in the smallest voice like a kid who's scared to tell their mum they fell or they'll get scolded. Plus his face was beet red, just like now." You pointed towards your boyfriend, who in turn stuck his tongue out at you as his blush turned into an even deeper shade of crimson.

"Thank God I wore a jacket that day and I was able to at least hide it until we got back to the car or else someone would've clocked it, took a picture, posted it on the internet and it would've made things much worse," Tom pointed out with a chuckle, glad that there was no paparazzi or it would've been a nightmare. "And the fact that you tried so hard not to laugh but still failed made me feel so embarrassed that I was quick to think that that was it. I ruined my chances, no more third date," he added as he turned to you with a small pout.

"I couldn't help laughing because it was the most adorable thing how you went from being all confident and cocksure on doing a flip to this shy boy who refused to look me in the eyes without turning even redder," you said, pure amusement laced in your tone. "But no, that incident made me like you more, it was just too endearing. Third date never left the table after that," you concluded with a sweet smile which only made Tom's grin grow wider.

"Even though she laughed, she was so sweet and kind about it. We had to cut our date shor—actually no, we didn't. We went back to your place and decided to do a movie marathon instead," Tom said fondly, face glowing with joy as the memory brought nothing but warmth across his chest.

"Yeah, with you wearing a pair of my sweatpants," you giggled, mirroring his expression as your mind recalled the sweet moment of you and him, simply cuddled up on the couch.

"And that's on getting the girl by splitting your trousers open," Tom said with a smug smile, pointing at the camera as he shot it a knowing look with a wriggle of his brows.

"And getting the boy by falling off a bike," you added, doing exactly what he did as you turned to face the lens.

"Look at us," Tom gushed, looking back at you with a smile, reaching across the table to take your hand in his. "Hey, look at us."

"Look at us. Who would've thought?" you giggled, giving his hand a squeeze in return.

You were always quick to catch on what he was trying to do that Tom couldn't help but smile widely, heart melting ten times over at the thought of you knowing him so well. "Not me," Tom chuckled, letting go of your hand and holding up his palm for a high-five to which you gladly obliged with laughs of your own.

"You two are made for each other," Harry chuckled with a shake of his head, now just getting that you two were recreating the famous Paul Rudd meme.

"My turn right?" Tom asked. You nodded with a hum as you pushed the pile of cards towards him. He let out a loud scoff once he read the question, his reaction making you raise a brow in both curiosity and slight dread. "Be honest," he said as he looked up from the paper, gaze landing on you. "Who do you love more, me," he paused for dramatic effect, narrowing his eyes at you before continuing, "Or Tessa?"

You let out a small groan as you hang your head low, fingers tracing the side of your cold glass. You let out a sigh of defeat before you met Tom's expectant gaze. "I can't possibly answer that question," you grumbled, bringing the glass up to your lips as you took a swift drink before placing it back down.

"That was such a tiny sip," Harrison pointed out.

"Alright, alright, I guess we can tell who the bad influence here is," you said with a teasing roll of your eyes, but still took another drink anyway, taking in more of it this time around. You just want to play the game fair and square. "You actually made that really well. It's really good," you hummed at Tom as you placed your drink back down, the lad grinning widely in response.

"Why thank you, darling," Tom crooned, voice smooth with a pride-filled smile, pushing over the pile of cards back in the middle of the table to get you to ask the next question.

"Okay, who wrote this?" You turned to the boys behind the camera with a raise of your brow. "If the alcohol wasn't going to do it, then this will definitely get the video restricted, unless you're going to bleep some words out?" You turned to Harry.

"I've got that covered," Harry laughed.

Glancing back at the card you had on hand, you asked, "If our sex life was porn, what genre would it be?" You looked up at Tom to see him try his best to hold back a smirk.

"Nope, not answering that," he laughed with a shake of his head as he lifted his glass off the table. "Mainly because there are too many genres that it would fit for me to only pick one," Tom muttered softly against his drink as he looked at you through his lashes. His words were muffled but you still heard it, you were closer to him after all. You felt your cheeks heat up at that, even more so when your man shot you a teasing wink before downing the shot of gin not long after.

Tom set his glass down and reached over to take another card. "What does your family think of me?" he asked with a clear of his throat.

"Well..." You slowly dragged your drink closer to you, Tom's mouth falling agape that you couldn't help but burst into a hearty laugh. "I'm kidding! You already know how much they love you," you said. "I mean, my parents call him 'son' so." You shrugged as you turned to the camera. Tom puffed out his chest all proud with a very smug smile on his lips. You rolled your eyes, sighing as you added, "They probably even love you more than they love me."

Tom chuckled, "My family loves you more than they love me, too—"

"I can vouch for that," Harry intervened.

"Thanks, Harry," Tom said sarcastically, flashing his brother a forced smile. Turning back to you, he finished, "So, I guess we're even."

You could only nod with a soft giggle, reaching over to the stack of cards to keep the pace going. "Lads! What's with these kinds of questio—you know what, I don't even expect any less from you guys," you sighed, pursing your lips as you re-read the question again before sitting straight up and looked into Tom's eyes. "What would you do if you caught me watching porn?" you asked.

"Watch it with you and help get it done, duh?" he answered without hesitation, leaning back on his chair as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Have done a couple times actually," Tom murmured, somewhat to himself, though not really since everyone in the room—and pretty sure the camera—heard it.

"Tom!" you hissed.

You felt your body tingle, legs instinctively closing together as the countless moments it happened replayed itself inside your brain. Although what he said wasn't false, it wasn't the full truth either. He didn't exactly catch you red handed, never did since you don't watch porn often.

All you did was asked him—merely out of curiosity—what type he mostly watches. Your question sparked an idea in his head which led to you sitting in between his legs, bare back against his naked chest as the laptop sat right in front of you both with the video of his choice.

Tom then made his way with you while you watched, making sure you never take your eyes off the couple on screen or else. He was always fully in control over you every time you do it, his fingers sometimes delicate, mostly rough, touch hot and heavy all over your skin, lips warm on your neck, teeth sharp against your bare shoulder as he brings you to the edge over and over and over with nothing but his hands. And once the video ends, Tom will take it upon himself to re-enact the whole of it with you—if you could still take it of course—bringing what was on screen to real life, full recreation from start to finish.

Best believed you're properly blissed out at the stop of every play.

Your boyfriend's eyes widened once he realized the actual volume of his voice, face turning a deep shade of red, sitting straight abruptly as he rushed, "No! Wait—dammit." Tom casted his eyes down shyly when the boys let out exaggerated gasps and sounds of disapproval, a telltale sign that they already heard it. "I'm sorry, darling." He met your gaze again as he shot you a sheepish smile, his head tilted to the side guiltily to which you only responded with a shake of your head.

Typical Thomas.

"Bleurgh, too much info," Harrison gagged, the other boys following suit with their own sounds of repulsion.

"Oh fuck off you divs. You guys wrote the questions so obviously, you wanted to find out," Tom countered, shooting the lads a glare each.

"We didn't expect you to actually answer it!" Harry defended.

"We're cutting that whole part out, no way that's going up online," you grumbled, eyes staring at nothing but your drink as you tried to hide the obvious embarrassment that's coated your features.

Tom reached across the table to give your hand a squeeze, you meeting his gaze to see him mouth a gentle 'I'm sorry.' You flashed him a sweet smile, squeezing his hand in return to tell him that it was alright. It wasn't live so there wasn't any real harm done, aside from future jokes from the boys. That you can deal with than having that confidential information on the internet which will then follow you around for the rest of eternity.

Letting go of your hand, Tom sat straighter and turned to the camera. "If you guys are wondering why there's a jump cut and my face is suddenly so red, it's because I spilled something I shouldn't have that we had to cut it out. And no, it's something you'll never find out," he chuckled shyly, knowing that once the video goes out, fans are going to be so annoyed and will pester him—and everyone in the room—nonstop to try and find out what was cut.

Better that, than embarrassing you in front of millions though, so he'll deal with them no problem. Because as promised, if you weren't comfortable with it staying in the video, then it gets cut out, no questions asked. You and what you're comfortable with always come first in Tom's book.

"Yet again, thank God we didn't do this live," you muttered with a playful roll of your eyes.

Tom shot you one last apologetic smile before he cleared his throat, "Right, moving on." He shifted in his seat and took another card from the pile. "What's the one thing you'd change about me?" he asked.

"Your height," you answered without missing a beat. You chewed on your lip to suppress a grin but still failed miserably, especially when Tom looked at you with his jaw hanging and his eyes wide open.

A chorus of 'ooh's erupted from the boys which only prompted a laugh from you, the joyous sound growing louder when they started to rub it to Tom even more.

"Pfft, apply ice on the burnt area," Harry said as he blew out his cheeks.

"Mate, she's just bodied you with that," Tuwaine tutted at Tom, rising up from his seat soon after to offer you a high-five. You gladly obliged with a laugh, Tom gawking at you with utmost betrayal on his face.

"You're lucky you're very cute, especially when you laugh," Tom grumbled as he shot you a playful glare. The crinkles on the corner of your eyes deepened as you only smiled brightly at him with a tilt of your head, which honestly made you look even more endearing. He could never be mad at you, too whipped to hold a grudge no matter how much you tease him. And besides, that's all there is to it, nothing but teasing jokes and banter.

"If I were you, Tom, I'd start taking those growth pills before she starts to question why she's even with you," Harrison proposed jokingly which earned boisterous laughter from the rest of the gang.

"You lot are so fucking overdramatic. I'm not that short," Tom quipped with a roll of his eyes, gaze landing back on you with his famous pout now in play yet again. "And babe, it's a truth or drink video, not a roast me video," he stated, palms flat on cool marble as he looked at you with puppy-dog eyes.

"I'm joking! I'm joking," you rushed with a giggle. "I wouldn't change a single thing. You know I love you, just the way you are," you sang the last line, though your voice held nothing but sincerity as you reached over to give his hand a loving squeeze. Tom nodded with a sigh, though never did he doubt your words, knowing it deep in his bones that physical traits would never outweigh how much you love him, no matter what.

"Right, let's keep this going," you said as you took another card. "Who is smarter, me or you?" you asked.

"Me," Tom said proudly.

"Well, that's a lie," you objected.

Tom couldn't help but laugh at that, nodding at you as he chuckled, "It's you, obviously. Have you seen the last video?"

"Hmm, I don't know, I think Tom's smarter. I mean, you decided to date him, Y/N, which isn't exactly the brightest decision," Harry inferred, earning a loud gasp from his older brother.

"Excellent point," you agreed, your boyfriend's head whipping towards your direction with nothing but absolute offense written on his face.

"Babe! You're supposed to be on my side!" Tom exclaimed. "Why are we roasting me all of a sudden?" he complained.

"You're just too fun to pick on," you laughed, Tom's bottom lip jutting out at your words. "Especially when you do that, too cute," you pointed out, the apples of Tom's cheek turning pink as a smile grew on his lips at the compliment. "But I am smarter," you concluded, shooting the camera a wink.

"Will not refute," Tom chuckled, keeping the flow of the game as he took another card. "If you weren't with me, who of my brothers would you consider dating?" he said, voice pitching higher at the last few words. A look of downright disgust covered Tom's face immediately as he looked at the boys behind the camera who were snickering like the mischievous little shits that they are. "You lot are grim."

You matched Tom's expression, scrunching your nose as you shook your head quickly. Having been with Tom long enough, you now see the three of the Holland boys as your own brothers, so the mere thought of dating any of them is just—

"I'm not even going to think about it," you grumbled as you took a sip of your cocktail and then picked a card right away. "Who's the celebrity who you were the most disappointed with when you met them?" you continued swiftly, a smile on your lips as you looked at Tom who let out a sigh.

"You know I can't answer that," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone, your smile growing wider as you picked up the bottle of gin and refilled his glass. "Thank you, darling," he chuckled with a shake of his head, taking a drink right after.

"Is there anyone in my friend group, famous or not, that you do not like?" Tom continued with a raise of his brow, gaze steady on you.

You emptied your glass—that was still half full—without a single word and placed it back down with a small burp. "Oh, excuse me," you cleared your throat with a laugh.

Tom's brows furrowed at you in mere curiosity, gesturing for your glass so he can remake you another drink. You slid it over to him with a soft 'thank you' and a sweet smile. He started opening up the bottle of juice though his eyes were still on you, narrowed in pure skepticism.

"Who?"

"Not part of the question, Tom," you said, flashing him an innocent smile

"I know who it is," Harry coughed fakely.

"Me too," Tuwaine added with a fake cough of his own.

"It's Harrison because he's trying to take you away from me," you commented, laughing at how the blonde lad gasped in utter protest.

"That's a lie because I know who it is too," Harrison defended.

"So, everyone knows except me?" Tom mused, rolling his eyes in the process.

"What else is new?" you giggled with a shrugged, Tom only sighing as he shot you yet another pout. This boy never ceases to use it since he knows you always swoon whenever he does. 'I'll tell you later,' you mouthed, making him nod with a proud smile.

You gently leaned back on your seat, closing your eyes when you felt a little woozy. You took in slow, deep breaths, the marble cold against your palms as your body started to grow warmer from head to toe.

Maybe downing that drink wasn't the best idea.

"You okay, darling?" Tom asked sweetly, tilting his head at you in worry as he went to take your hand in his. His brows knitted together when your skin felt unusually warm in his palms.

"Yeah," you giggled, opening your eyes to meet his concern-filled brown ones, flashing him a reassuring smile and a nod to match as you gave his hand a squeeze. "Just the alcohol slowly kicking in."

"Want to take a minute, sweetheart?"

"No, I'm good. Go on and ask the question bubba," you prompted as you beamed at him, Tom's heart melting at the beautiful curve on your features and more by the sound of that sweet nickname. Although, he knew that you'd reached your calm before the storm.

You're always smiley and extra sweet when you start to get a little tipsy. But from here on out, especially if you decide to take even more alcohol, you start switching from calm to giddily energetic. That's when the words would start flowing out your lips before your brain could even register what you've just said.

Tom replaced your hand with a white card once he was sure you were fine. A cheeky grin erupted on his face as he asked, "What's your favourite sex position?"

You pursed your lips, eyes landing on the ceiling, fingers drumming on the marble surface of the table as you pondered on it for a second. Tom watched you intently, a soft chuckle escaping him when you met his gaze again with a sweet yet shy smile.

"I've got three though," you said, mostly to him but in a not-so-hush tone. Your mind and your mouth don't cooperate sometimes when there's alcohol in the mix.

"Different one for a different mood," Tom hummed with a smirk, finishing up your drink with a squeeze of lime, mixing it up before sliding it back towards you. "Just say one or take a drink, darling."

"I need to slow down with drinking or else I'll be saying much worse things. I can already feel my filter shutting down," you breathed out, tilting your head to the side as you gazed at Tom for a bit of help. "But do I really want this out in the world?"

"Oh, go on Y/N, live a little," Harrison prodded with nothing but utter mischief in his eyes.

You don't know why but somehow, Harrison words were the last straw for that burst of confidence to suddenly overflow. Boldness coated your every nerve as you squeezed your eyes shut and straight up blurted,

"Doggy."

Tom's eyes grew wide, both of his brows rising as he looked at you surprised. Yes, doggy was one of your—and his—favourites, he already knew that, what surprised him was you actually saying it out loud. Although he was swift to turn cocky as he leaned back on his seat, arms crossed over his chest while he kept his gaze steady on you.

As you peaked one eye, you saw that certain smirk of his now playing on his pink lips, one you only ever see privately. You felt your face heat up at that, added from the alcohol and embarrassment. The warmth was quick to spread to the rest of your body though, with the way he was looking at you, it was so hard for it not too. And as your eyes fully soaked him in, gaze traveling from his handsome face sporting that teasing smirk to his bulging biceps, the temperature could only rise. Your senses was now somewhat heightened that you were able to notice every single thing that made your man so fucking attractive and downright hot.

Since when did his hoodie grow even tighter? And damn, why is it so hot all of a sudden? It's probably the alcohol, or mainly just Tom, or simply both.

"Favourite type of porn!" you hear someone from the gang call out—probably Harrison since he's been causing trouble from the very start—interrupting your thoughts. With the alcohol in your system, just as expected, your brain genuinely forgot to take control of your tongue before you could even tell yourself: 'don't!'

"Sometimes hardcore," you let out, slapping your hand over your mouth immediately as your eyes grew wide. You quickly met Tom's eyes, his brown orbs glowing with shock, amusement and a sprinkle of lust. He gave you a soft nod with a soft smile in response, confirming that yes, you said it out loud, and yes it was already too late. "Oh no, this was what I meant when I needed to slow down on alcohol," you groaned, rubbing your hand over your warm face before looking back across your man with a pout.

"Aye! Hardcore doggy yeah?" Harrison cheered teasingly, moving towards Tom and giving his best friend a pat on the shoulder. Tom threw his head back with a laugh, face red but the look of utmost pride was also there. Harrison swiftly offered his fist to Tom, to which the brunette gladly indulged, their knuckles colliding as chuckles escaped the two mates.

You let out a choked laugh as your eyes widened in surprise, jaw going slack with your face heating up even more. "Did you guys just fist bump to that?"

"I mean." Tom shrugged, throwing his hands up with the smuggest grin, causing you to shake your head dejectedly with a groan. You shot Harrison a pointed glare when he went back to his seat, still snickering to his heart's content as if his master plan was in the works.

What a little shit.

"I'm definitely not going to let my parents watch this video," you mumbled with a roll of your eyes.

"I've got a question for Tom though," Tuwaine started, though the glimmer in his eyes told you it wasn't a clean one. "Do you grab it or do you smack it?"

Tom wheezed before erupting into a very rowdy laugh, hands slapping on his thigh as his body shook in nothing but pure enjoyment, his face red from a mixture of embarrassment, glee and the alcohol.

"Oh my—right! Next question!" you squeaked, not giving your boyfriend any time to answer as you attempted to swiftly move on.

"Wait, wait," Tom breathed out as he slowly calmed down, getting up from his seat as he went over to your side. "Harry stop recording for a sec," he called out to his younger brother before he gestured for you to turn until your back was facing the camera.

Tom crouched down in front of you, hands on your knees with a sweet, reassuring smile on his lips. "We'll edit out the parts you're not comfortable with to stay in the vid, alright?" he stated softly.

You nodded with a smile of your own, taking his hand in yours as you played with his fingers. "I'm not opposed to keeping the last two questions since everyone has their favourite position and type of porn. It's normal," you hummed, tilting your head at him as you added, "You saying you've helped me with, you know, that was much more private though, 'cause it's our thing."

"I know, I'm sorry, love," Tom apologized, voice soft but coated with sincerity as his hand went up to cup your face lovingly, brown eyes gazing up into yours with just the same emotions. "We're cutting that part out, I promise."

"But you think your fans would take these questions well?" you queried, leaning into his touch in a way that made Tom's heart do flips inside his chest.

He nodded. "Yeah, I think it's fine. The video is going to be age restricted anyway. And besides, we're both adults, so there's nothing wrong with it," he explained. You hummed in agreement, leaning your head on his hand as you closed your eyes with a soft sigh, your skin very warm against his palm. Tom moved closer to give your lips a sweet peck. "Want some water angel?"

"No, I'm good." You smiled, Tom nodding as he mirrored your grin, giving your lips another kiss before he stood back to his full height and then sat back on his seat.

Shooting Harry the go signal to start recording again, Tom chuckled, "Sorry, needed to cool down for a sec after that." He turned towards the camera, tugging at the collar of his hoodie as he blew out his cheeks to get a point across.

You could only roll your eyes at your man, his laugh growing louder at your reaction. Swiftly taking a card from the pile, you continued with the game. "Is this going to be the theme from here on out, lads?" you asked, eyeing the boys behind the camera suspiciously before you turned back to Tom. "Is there something in the bedroom you'd like to try that you haven't told me?"

Tom's cheeks turned even redder at the question, completely shying away now as his hand went to rub at his shoulder. "I can't think of one right now," he muttered as he looked at you sheepishly. "But no, I'm not answering that since we talk about that off camera anyway," Tom settled with a timid chuckle, refilling his glass and taking a drink of the gin soon after.

"Your turn," you giggled, pushing the pile towards him.

"Oh, okay. What a way to shift the topic," Tom breathed out, scanning the card one more time as he sat up straighter. "If I was in a coma how long would you wait for me?" he asked, meeting your gaze with a tender smile.

"I'll keep waiting for you until you wake up, no matter how long," you answered, without even a single inch of doubt, despite the slight shake in your voice as your eyes started to well up. "Never giving up on you."

"Darling," Tom cooed softly with a pout, the screeching sound of his chair echoing around the space as he pushed his seat back. He went back over to your side quickly, remaining on his feet as he leaned down to engulf you in a tight and warm embrace, swaying you side to side in the most comforting way as he whispered sweet nothings against your hair.

You buried your face in his chest with a shaky breath, the material of his hoodie soft against your cheek. You willed your brain not to think much of it, to not dwell on that thought and focus more on the Tom's warmth that's coated you right now. Or else you'll end up a bawling mess, and with the alcohol in your system, it's not a good idea to start crying now.

Your man pulled away gently with a charming smile, cupping your face with both hands as he towered over your seated form. "I'd do the exact same, just so you know," he hummed, brown eyes locked with yours, his thumbs caressing your cheeks fondly before he dipped his head to capture your lips in a loving kiss. You let out a sweet sigh as you melt at the feeling of his soft lips on yours, mind and heart at ease at familiar warmth. The gesture wasn't fully caught on camera though given that you were turned at the opposite direction.

"I love you," you hummed against his lips.

Tom chuckled sweetly, giving you a few more pecks on the lips before pulling away completely, staring right into your eyes as he whispered, "And I love you."

With that he went back to his seat again, flashing you one of his many charming grins before he turned to the group behind the camera.

"You lot are onto something I can tell," Tom said as he raised a brow at the lads who suspiciously grew quiet, looking everywhere in the room but at you two.

Not thinking much of it, you swiftly took another card and read the question. "What would you do if you suddenly get a call that I was gone?" you trailed off at the end of your sentence, brows knitting together as you turned to the group behind the camera. "Guys, this is a cruel question."

"Oh," Tom faltered, smile slowly slipping away from his face as he casted his eyes at his drink.

"Tom, you don't have to answer it," you called out softly, frown deep on your lips as you reached over to take both his hands in yours. But it was already too late when he squeezed your hand tightly, lifting his head back up to meet your gaze and you felt your heart ache. That's when you saw that his mind was already there, brown orbs glossed up as he let out a shaky breath.

"I'd literally shut down," he croaked. "I-I don't know what'd I do if that happens. I just can't imagine my life without you. I—" he stopped, head dropping as his voice broke.

"Oh Tom, come here," you cooed as you immediately got out of your seat and rounded the table, turning him around and away from shot for a bit of privacy. You squatted in between his legs that were spread apart to be much closer to him, gently cupping his face with both your hands so that you were now within eye level. "Hey, look at me," you whispered when you were met by eyes that were screwed shut.

With a deep intake of breath, Tom willed his eyes to open. He looked at you with a small smile playing on his lips, heart steadying at the sight of your beautiful orbs boring into his own. He leaned forward to close the distance between you two, just so he could feel your lips on his. Tom badly needed to. A soft satisfied sigh erupted out your chest as your hand took home on his warm cheek.

"I'm still here bubba. I'm not going anywhere," you hummed against his lips before giving him warm kisses all over his face that made him stifle out a small laugh. You pulled away a little with a loving smile, wiping away the few tears that sat on his skin with your thumb, your touch gentle and warm.

"I love you so much, you know that?" Tom whispered as he looked at you fondly, nudging the tip of his nose with yours in a wholesome manner.

"I love you too, you sweet, soft boy," you giggled, placing a sweet peck on his lips before pulling him in for a hug. You lifted your head up to shoot each of the boys a sharp glare, the three cowering away in their seats as they each said their soft apologies.

Pulling away with a smile, you cupped Tom's face with a hum, "Better?"

"Loads," Tom sighed with a sweet smile, leaning in for one last peck before he lets you go back to your seat. "You purposely put that in there to make me cry didn't you?" Tom spoke, narrowing his eyes at boys who only shrugged in feign innocence. "You lot are evil I tell you."

"Now let's get back on a lighter note!" you exclaimed, pushing the cards towards Tom since it was his turn to ask.

Tom pursed his lips as his brows furrowed at the question. "If you could sleep with any person in the world, who would it be?" he wondered, eyes locking with yours in warning. "Now, careful with your answer, love," he hummed.

"Is that a threat Holland?" you challenged with a raise of your brow.

"I'm just saying, I may already know or will meet this person in the futur—"

"Chris Hemsworth," you blurted, Tom's mouth falling open as he gawked at you in shock. "I'm kidding," you rushed with a hearty laugh.

"Are you though?" Tom doubted, squinting at you suspiciously.

You bit your bottom lip as you held his gaze, Tom letting out a loud gasp when you suddenly took a drink all while maintaining eye contact with him.

"I'm going to have a word with you later missy," he grumbled, voice suddenly an octave deeper, somewhat a soft growl, one that you felt down to your core.

You shifted in your seat with a clear of your throat, shooting him an innocent smile as you said, "To be fair, you did say—publicly may I add—that you'd sleep with Hemsworth too when you did fuck, marry and kill with the three Chrises so, roll the clip!"

Tom shook his head at you with a playful roll of his eyes. "Touché," he sighed, brows furrowed in confusion when you suddenly covered your mouth.

"Oops, I just realized I said the F-word, sorry Harry," you said meekly, a certain smile on your lips which guaranteed that you were now dancing onto drunken territory. Tom knows you like the back of his hand, if the way you were smiling wasn't enough then, the simple look in your eyes would let him know that the alcohol has fully hit you this time.

"It's alright. One bleep word is nothing compared to last week's video. And it's not like this video has been clean anyway," the young twin chuckled.

"So, Fuck Hemsworth, who are you marrying and who are you killing?" Tuwaine asked.

"Marry Evans, Kill Pratt," you answered promptly.

Tom leaned back on his seat as he crossed his arms over his chest, running his tongue over his teeth slowly all while staring you down. "That's a quick answer Y/N," he hummed, shooting you a teasing glare.

"Oh please, yours was quick too, Thomas," you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest as you mirrored him, never backing down from his stare even though it was making you feel certain things.

"Wait, if you're marrying Evans and killing Pratt, and I'm marrying Pratt and killing Evans, does that mean we're set out to kill each other's husband?" Tom started as he leaned forward and towards the table.

"So, if you were successful in killing Evans, and I was successful in killing Pratt, that means we're both widowed," you continued, laying your hands now flat on the marble surface.

"Meaning there's still a chance that we will still end up together. Meant to be if you ask me," Tom concluded, lifting up a hand.

You moved forward to give him a high-five, missing his hand by a lot which made you let out a loud, hearty laugh, Tom following suit with laughs of his own.

"What are you two on?" Harrison said with a crinkle of his nose.

"Alcohol," you and Tom answered at the same time. Both of your mouths turned into the shape of O's as you looked at each other properly delighted.

"Jinx!" both of you exclaimed in unison. "Jinx again!"

"Our mental synchronization; can have but one explanation," you and Tom sang in harmony, never breaking your gaze as you both smiled proudly.

"You—"

"And I—"

"Were—"

"Just—"

"Meant to be!" You two ended with fits of laughter, raising your hands to go for another high five. You missed Tom's hand again which only made you wheeze, tears of joy brimming in yours and his eyes as you tried for the second time, both of you cheering loudly when it finally landed.

"Cringe, really made for each other," Harry gagged teasingly with a grimace to match.

And then Harrison intervened. "How about fuck, marry, kill, Tom Hiddleston, Tom Felton and," he paused, grin turning wider like a Cheshire cat as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. "Tom Holland?"

"That's not part of the game," you protested with a pout.

"Answer the question, darling," Tom encouraged, looking at you expectantly.

"I'm taking a shot," you muttered, going for your drink but before you could even do so, Tom had already taken it far away from your reach. "Hey!" you whined.

Tom chuckled softly as he shook his head no. "You said it's not part of the game so no, you have to answer," he said. "And that's enough alcohol for you, my love," he cooed, tilting his head at you knowingly with a sweet smile. If Tom will let you continue with the drinking then you'll surely be complaining nonstop about the throbbing headache you'll get and the constant nausea after all this.

You sat back on your chair with your bottom lip jutted out, arms crossed over your chest to match, much like a child as you started to think about your answer. Although the process took way longer than you'd expect it to be and the boys were quick to notice.

"Uh oh, she's having a hard time," Harry teased when a few long seconds has gone by and you still haven't given an answer.

"I don't know how I feel about the hesitation here," Tom admitted as he looked at you curiously, brows furrowing with a chuckle when you were still deep in thought after a few seconds more.

"She genuinely is having a hard time," Tuwaine laughed.

"This is so unfair," you grumbled dejectedly as you looked at your man with a sweet, adorable pout, silently asking for help.

"What'd you do with me first to make things easier," Tom offered with a chuckle.

As if there was a hidden message to his words—there wasn't—your face suddenly lit up, slapping your palms on the table excitedly as you sat straighter. "You know what, kill the other two and I'll fuck and marry you," you declared heartily, eyes locked securely with Tom's with the proudest grin playing on your lips.

Tom's heart did somersaults at the mere fact of you wanting to marry him, grin wide and bright as he stared into your orbs, utmost love glowing in yours that was wholesomely mirrored by his brown ones.

It wasn't long until Tom felt his blood rush down though, heat dancing on his skin as his brain got occupied with the thought of you fucking him too. Certain memories flooded his mind, one after the other that it was getting harder for him to stay calm in his seat.

You are honestly giving him a whiplash with how you make him feel one emotion to another in a span of seconds, though Tom wasn't at all complaining.

"That's not how the game works!" Harrison exclaimed.

"I'm pretty happy with that answer," Tom shrugged with a wide, cocky grin, eyes never leaving yours as he raised a brow at you suggestively. You held his gaze with a tilt of your head, bottom lip caught between your teeth to try and stop your smile from growing.

The interaction didn't go unnoticed by Harry though. "Okay, stop eye-fucking each other you horny teenagers," the younger brother complained.

Tom laughed at that, shifting in his seat as he turned towards the camera. "On that note, we're ending the video there. This has been Tom Holland," he paused, giving you a nod as a cue.

"And Mrs. Holland," you blurted at the camera with a smile, eyes widening once you realised the choice of words you've just used. "Oh wait! No! Fuc—I don't mean no as in 'no,' I meant not yet," you fumbled. "We're not even engaged yet! Don't start with the headlines you." You pointed at the camera in warning.

He shook his head with a chuckle, red tinting his cheeks but pure admiration glowed in his eyes. "You own my fucking heart, you know that? You make me melt all the damn time," Tom gushed through gritted teeth, and it was taking a whole lot of his self-control to not jump over the table and just kiss you senseless. You felt your heart grow at his words but you could only bury your face in your hands with a groan of pure embarrassment. "She's drunk, my apologies," Tom added with a laugh as he turned towards the camera.

"Tipsy, there's a difference," you corrected as you shot him a glare.

Tom chuckled, smiling at you widely before turning back to the lens. "Anyway, see you on the next one and peace!" he finished with the sign and then a salute, Harry throwing out an upturned thumb to signal cut.

Once he saw that the camera was off, Tom was out of his seat in record speed, moving over to your now standing form as he swiftly wrapped both his arms around your waist and crashed his lips onto yours with a low groan. His arms tightened around you as he relished the feeling of finally having you so close.

You giggled against the kiss, resting your arms over his shoulders as you leaned back on the table to keep your balance, your bum half-rested on the marble while your foot stayed steady on the floor, legs apart so that Tom can situate himself between them easily.

"So, fuck and marry me huh?" Tom hummed deeply against your mouth, playfully nibbling at your bottom lip before pulling away so he can see your gorgeous face fully.

"Out of all the things I've said, that's what stuck with you?" you giggled with a shake of your head.

"I mean, you fucking me will never fail to sound very hot, reminds me of the few times you did." Tom wriggled his brows at you suggestively, hands giving your waist as teasing squeeze. "Though I don't know which one's hotter, that or you marrying me," he said with the proudest smirk.

"Will you two take this somewhere else?" Harry complained, always the last one to be left in the room given that he's mostly in-charge with taking care of the camera. Harrison and Tuwaine were already gone, continuing whatever they had to do that day.

"Don't think that would make a difference though," Tom chuckled smugly, looking back at you with a knowing grin.

"Which reminds me how we need to sound proof the fucking walls you nasty rabbits."

"I was kidding. We're not that loud fuck off," Tom remarked, rolling his eyes at his brother.

And to prove how wrong Tom's point was, Harrison suddenly started moaning so piercingly right in the next room, his voice a bit muffled but you can still hear him, loud and obnoxious.

"Fuck! Love! Fuck yes! Just like that, darling! Shit baby I'm gonna—"

"Fuck off Harrison you fucking twat!" Tom yelled at the top of his lungs, the blonde lad's boisterous and annoying laugh echoing soon after.

Tom turned crimson red as the embarrassment coated him from head to toe, head dropping for him to hide his face on the crook of your neck with a groan. You let out a soft giggle, hand landing on the back of his head as you ran your fingers through his hair comfortingly. Your face was warm as you were embarrassed just the same, although there was more of a sense of pride on your behalf because yes, Tom does get a bit loud sometimes, all courtesy to you.

It wasn't always of course, both of you aren't evil enough to torture the lads that much. Aside from the fact that Tom is rarely even home—meaning you don't do the deed that much in this house—the two of you had made a pact to make sure that you're completely alone before properly going at it. Admittedly, it does get a bit hard to keep the noise down sometimes, so the boys have to endure it every now and then. They do get back at you guys soon after as they are quick to be little shits with the teasing and dirty jokes, much like now.

"Maybe we do need to soundproof our walls," you teased once your man pulled away to look at you with a soft sigh, hands running up and down your waist sweetly.

"Or we could finally look for our own place to move in?" Tom proposed with a charming smile, your heart melting at the sight and skipping a beat at his words.

Granted, you've been with Tom for a fair three and a half years already, but neither of you had gone to take that step of actually living fully on your own where it's just no one but him and you in your own home. You've been living in this house for roughly the same time—maybe a year or two less—and you've got no problem living with the lads, you consider them as your brothers now. But you won't deny that having a place exclusively for you and Tom only would be pure bliss.

Of course you've talked about getting your own place and neither of you were opposed to it. It all just came down to Tom being constantly busy and barely even home. You'd rather live with the boys for the mean time than sulk all alone in a house while slowly being buried in the emotions of missing your boyfriend.

Tom also wanted to be there for the most of it—choosing and buying furniture, decorating a thing or two, moving, the likes—but with his schedule, it was hard to find the perfect time.

But now he's promised you that he'd slow down for a bit.

He genuinely hasn't done anything but work nonstop. It was just projects upon projects with only so little breaks in between, a month if he's lucky. Tom is one hardworking man, that's one of the many things you love about him, but he sometimes doesn't realize when he's pushing himself too far.

That's when you step in.

You'd encouraged him to take a breather, even if it's just for half a year or so but you never did pester him about it constantly as you weren't one to take him away from doing what he loves. Unless it gets way out of hand, then that's when you'll be putting your foot down. You know he'll do it whenever he's ready to slow down and now with most of his projects wrapped, he's finally decided that it was the right time to take that much needed break.

"I love the sound of that," you giggled, treading your fingers through his hair before tracing it down his chiseled jaw. "Not as much as I love the sound of you moaning though," you hummed teasingly.

"Well then, let's find our own place so you can hear me moan all for you and as loud as you want, darling," Tom purred lowly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as his darkened orbs bored into yours, his hands sliding down to rest on the swell of your bum. He fondled the flesh hotly as he started to lean closer to capture your lips. But before Tom could even do so a loud voice made you both jump away from each other.

"For fuck's sake guys! I'm still fucking here!" Harry yelled, throwing both his hands in the air in downright annoyance and disgust as he screwed his eyes shut. "Go to your fucking room for the love of my sanity!"

You didn't even get a chance to apologise to the young lad as Tom swiftly grabbed your hand and rushed to your shared bedroom.

Nothing happened though apart from a couple minutes of making out, Tom deciding not to take it further given that you were all tipsy and intoxicated. Him deciding since you were persistent on saying you were fine even though you were giggling nonstop, easily tickled no matter how feather-like his kisses were. Not to mention how you could barely even keep your eyes open. So, both of you ended up taking a warm bath and then a nap right after that, instead.

Although the minute you sobered up, Tom made sure you weren't at all quiet this time around. It was due to the pent up tension that's been building since that somewhat steamy Q&A. And maybe, just maybe to get back at the boys a teeny bit for being little shits with both the teasing jokes and the dirty questions.

The two of you went out of your bedroom only at dinner time, stepping foot in the dining area where Harry, Tuwaine and Harrison were all situated. You felt the embarrassment coat every inch of your body when you took sight of the boys, more specifically, their expressions. Tom, on the other hand, had the cockiest smirk playing on his lips as he held his head high, tauntingly chuckling at his mates.

The three lads were sitting around the table with nothing but grimaces and downright disgust on their faces as they all grumbled in unison,

"Rabbits."

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Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 3

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello's masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite , who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310 , @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria . Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 3497 (oops 🙈)

Additional note: what you’re going to read is not realistic.

Enjoy 🙂

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With his stomach in knots and a frown on his face, Ivar watches closely his godfather, who enters the living-room, wheeling a large trolley case behind him.

"Hello, Ivar." Floki looks around, an eyebrow raised questioningly, "Lagertha isn't here?", before flopping down on the corner sofa.

"No," Ivar shakes his head, wheeling up next to him, "She's out on a date with this English guy... Hammond, Halmund or whatever his name is."

Scratching his ear, Floki tilts his head, "but she knows you're going, right?" He pulls the trolley case closer and then snorts, mumbling under his breath, "don't think I can't see you rolling your eyes!"

"What do you think? Of course, she knows. She said, and I quote," Ivar raises his hands to make air quotes, his voice tinged with obvious annoyance, "'Of course you can go, sweetie, you know I don't want to be the one holding you back. Call me if anything goes wrong. And don't forget to take your meds.'"

"She cares, Ivar." Floki's tone is soft as he places a hand on his godson's shoulder.

Ivar lowers his gaze. "You should have taken me in." His words are barely audible and suddenly he feels like he's eleven again and he has to swallow against the sudden dryness in his throat.

"You do know that back then I wasn't in a good place." Floki's sad sigh almost gets Ivar in tears as memories of his parents and Helga flood his mind. The pain in his heart becomes nearly unbearable but he fights it off with all his might. He never wants to feel broken and lost again.

Ivar lifts his head up and Floki can see the stubbornness in his eyes. "I could live with you now."

"No, you could not, and you know it!" Floki smiles and taps Ivar on the cheek. "Ivar, I live between two flights, today in Norway, yesterday in Iceland and after-tomorrow in Canada. What kind of life would this be for you, huh? And besides, living with Lagertha is not that bad."

But living with Sigurd is! Ivar wants to shout. He keeps quiet, though, shrugging before eventually mumbling. "Guess not..."

"So," Floki starts, eager to change the subject, "where are your brothers, by the way?"

"Where do you think they are, huh, you knock-kneed fool? They're already there." Ivar glances at his watch, furrowing his brow. "Harald's party started twenty minutes ago."

"We better hurry up, then!" Crouching down, Floki slowly opens the suitcase under Ivar's scrutinizing gaze.

"Quick!" Ivar commands, barely able to contain his impatience, his nervous fingers tapping his push rims. "What do you have for me, old man, huh?" He even contemplates climbing out of his chair to open it himself, but the fear of breaking a bone at the worst possible time is stronger than his eagerness.

"You're going to calm down, young Padawan." Floki quips, slowly moving his hand in front of Ivar with eyes full of mischief. Ivar immediately slaps his godfather's hand away, mumbling under his breath, "I'd rather be a Sith Lord." That earns him a loud, hysterical laugh from his godfather.

Ivar grunts, ready to protest, but all thoughts leave his mind as soon as he's able to see what is in the trolley case. The scowl on his face obvious, he doesn't even try to hide his disappointment as he utters, "you made me braces?"

He hates braces with a passion. Along with underarm crutches, he had some, as a child. They were bulky, stiff, painful and walking with them was tedious, agonizingly slow, and exhausting. Ragnar had been adamant that he wanted his youngest to walk, no matter the struggles, no matter the nearly unbearable pain. Ivar had settled his ass in a wheelchair the day of his father's funeral, getting rid of his braces shortly after, a decision he had never regretted. So no, such torture devices were not at all what he was hoping for.

"Have a little faith in me," Floki rolls his eyes. "These," he looks lovingly at the strange contraptions in his hands, "are not braces, Ivar. Have you and your crippled ass ever heard of exoskeleton?"

Ivar's eyes widen. "It's that thing used in rehab that allows paraplegics to walk, right?" As Floki nods, Ivar gives him a puzzled glance. "But, erm, you do know I don't have a spinal cord injury, don't you? Or are you suffering from memory loss? Maybe it's your age?"

Dismissing the remark with an exasperated wave of his hand, Floki hisses, "I'm well aware that you don't, godson dearest," before narrowing his eyes, his voice now serious, "you may have full sensation in both legs, yet they can't exactly support your weight and your lack of motor function can't be denied. Not really different from some paraplegic dudes, what do you think?"

Feeling a heavy lump in his throat, Ivar frowns, not pleased with the idea of him being like a paraplegic. Almost without thinking, he contracts his quads as best he can, as if he wants to make sure he's still able to do it.

Floki doesn't miss the barely-there movements in his thighs, though, and his voice softens. "Look Ivar, you're not a paraplegic, okay? But I used the exoskeleton technology. And since you're not paralyzed, I was able to make a smaller device that you can wear underneath your clothes, and you're going to walk. I mean, really walk, not just like those guys in rehab, between parallels bars and with a PT right behind them."

Ivar, his eyes bright, stares at his godfather, slack-jawed with amazement. "I'm..." He begins to sputter, voice filled with emotion, "I'm really going to walk?" Feeling like his heart is pounding out of his chest, he fails to contain his excitement, drumming the fingers of his right hand on his lap. He'd tap his feet if only he could.

"You are." Floki nods before taking out of the trolley case a pair of dress shoes. "I put dozens of sensors in the insole of these shoes, which will enable the exoskeleton to correct your stance practically every second. Therefore, you won't need crutches, although I would say it's safer for you to use this." Reaching down, he grabs a black derby-style cane, simple and sleek in design. "You know," he shrugs, "just for extra support. Better safe than sorry, hmh?"

Ivar, who doesn't even flinch when he sees the walking stick, just reaches out, his hand grazing the carbon fiber exoskeleton. "Is it really for me?" His eyes filled with wonder, his voice trembling, his lips stretch across his face as his godfather nods. "And you made this in what?... four, five days?"

Letting out his signature giggle, Floki waggles his fingers in front of his face. "Even I couldn't make this in such a short time. No, the truth is, I've been working on it for a while. Let's say your phone call just sped things up. Though I must say, this marvel of technology is not flawless... It has a really low battery life, like four hours of autonomy at best. If I had more time, I certainly could have done better, but for now, it is what it is and you'll have to make do with what you've got." Pursing his lips, he glances at his watch, "So, just so you know, if you put this on now, you'll have to come back around midnight if you don't want to have to crawl around. And if you hear a beep, you'd better hurry, okay?"

As Ivar just nods, his beaming smile never fading, Floki adds, tilting his head, "and now, go get ready, young Padawan, you have a party to attend!"

***

Sitting on a bench at the seaside, Ivar watches the party from afar, a feeling of uneasiness tightening his chest. It was a mistake. Attending to this party was a mistake. Despite the exoskeleton, despite the fact that he walks almost normally, it was a mistake. He shouldn't have come. He shouldn't be here. Anxiety surges like the swell of a wave, and he struggles to breathe. Sigurd was right: he doesn't belong here, doesn't belong to this life.

A part of him wants to leave. It would be better to run away, to go hide in his room. But he won't. He can't. Because just a moment ago he saw you. Because he's not ready to give up on you now that he is here, eventually close to you.

He recognized you the moment his eyes fell on you. Looking radiant in a polka dot dress, you're as pretty as he remembers. Pretty? Who's he kidding? The girl you were six years ago was pretty. You're a woman now, and one of the most beautiful he's ever seen.

Glowing, smiling at everyone, you didn't even see him. In his head, of course, he makes plans to approach you, even if deep down, he knows all too well he'll never muster enough courage to talk to you. You probably wouldn't want him to anyway. After all, he may be standing tall today, yet he's still a freak, a fucking cripple. He's still cursed with his bony, twisted, useless legs. He's still a burden.

Yet, there's this little voice inside of him, barely audible, whispering that you're not like this, that you never were in the first place; and that's partly why the ten-year-old boy he was when he first met you felt drawn to you almost instantly.

Closing his eyes, he focuses on his breathing and decides to take a little trip down memory lane, bringing him back to that sunny, summer day of his first – and only – encounter with you. His memory so vivid it's like it happened only yesterday.

He can't hear the chirping of birds as his brothers are loudly playing and bickering in the pool. His beloved mother is nowhere to be seen and he's willing to bet she's taking a nap, but not without first making sure he has everything he could possibly need. Lying on a sunbed in the shade of an oak, a glass of lemonade within reach and a thick book on his lap, he hardly notices his father coming into the backyard, Harald Hårfager following close behind.

Since Ivar knows Harald is here to talk business with his father, he pays no attention to the two men, who take their seats at the patio dining table.

He nearly falls off the sunbed when a tiny voice startles him. "Hello!"

Stunned, he turns his head towards the voice and comes face to face with a smiling girl he doesn't know. You. He'd say you're about his age.

"I'm Y/N," you tell him, waving your hand shyly. "I'm at my uncle's for the weekend," you keep going, pointing your finger at Harald, "and I was wondering... May I join you?" You finally ask, dragging a second sunbed closer to his.

His first instinct is to look around, because you can't possibly be talking to him. Why would you? Surely you can't have failed to spot his leg braces, nor his hideous orthopedic shoes. You can't have missed that he's a cripple.

Frowning as he sees that no one is around, he snorts, his nostrils flaring. He can tell you're wearing a swimsuit under your pink dress. What do you want, then? Are you here to mock and ridicule him or what?

"You better get in the pool with my brothers." He knows he sounds rude, not answering nor greeting you, but he doesn't care. He doesn't want to be made fun of and doesn't intend to give you the chance to do it.

Seemingly undeterred, you speak with a soft voice. "No, I'd rather not." Your smile is so genuine he can't help but think you mean no harm. "Actually," you shrug, sitting next to him, "I'd rather stay here with you, if you don't mind. What are you reading?"

Gobsmacked, he just looks at you – and gods, how pretty you are! – for a long time, unable to utter a single word. Are you truly interested in what he's reading? Interested in him? He swallows hard, his heart racing. A small smile dancing on your lips, your kind eyes never leave his as you wait, full of hope, for him to finally talk to you.

And that's what he ends up doing, almost in spite of himself. For the next two hours, he shows you his astronomy book, a gift from his godfather for his tenth birthday, and tells you about the stars, the constellations and the nights he spends watching the sky, when his mother allows him to. And for two hours you listen to him, asking a question here or there and always smiling. He's pretty sure you're not faking being interested in what he's saying.

All too soon, your uncle tells you it's time to go and you stand up with a scowl, letting out a sigh of regret. The next moment, you flash Ivar a grin. "I had a really great time with you, thanks! I'm going back to my mom's tomorrow but I hope we can spend time together again sometime, maybe next summer. I'd love to stargaze with you, you know?" With that, you lean forward and as your lips touch his cheek, Ivar's breath catches in his throat, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.

Ivar inhales deeply. That kiss... That's when he fell madly and hopelessly in love with you. If he concentrates enough, he can still feel the softness of your lips against his skin, still smell your sweet, flowery scent.

That day, he had watched you leave with a smile on your face, already dreaming of the day he would see you again. You had said "next summer" and even though it was a long time away, he was willing to wait. In the meantime, he would have plenty of memories to recall - your joyful voice, your sparkling eyes, your lovely smile... Sure, he could wait.

And he had waited, hopeful and happier than he had been in a long time.

Not long after, however, his life had been turned upside down, his father being murdered and his mother dying in a car crash. Lost, angry, broken, and infinitely sad, he had gone through the following months as if anesthetized - barely living, hardly functioning, sometimes feeling as if the memory of you was the only thing keeping him from drowning.

Yet, and he doesn't know why – or perhaps simply because Ragnar being dead, Harald had no reason to visit anymore – he had never seen you again.

"Hello!"

His whole body freezes and he stops breathing. This voice... Your voice... He'd know it anywhere. Yet, it can't be, right? Did he fall asleep? Is he dreaming? Is one of his brothers tricking him? Why would you talk to the cripple?

"My name is Y/N." He can hear the smile in your voice. "I was wondering... May I join you?"

Summoning the courage he's not sure he has, Ivar looks tentatively toward you.

Gods! You're even more beautiful up close. Fuck. Now that you're here, right next to him, he doesn't know what to say, what to do. Panic seizes his hammering heart as a lump rises in his throat. He attempts to swallow around it to speak, to say something, anything, but the words won't come out and he finally just nods, his hand gesturing to the bench for you to sit on.

"Thanks," you give him a broad smile before taking your seat.

Ivar cannot believe his eyes. What are you doing? Did you recognize him? Why are you here, with him?

"Woul–", he sputters, struggling to find his voice, "Wouldn't you rather be there?" Pointing his index finger at the crowd gathered in front of the makeshift stage just a few meters away. He frowns, tilting his head, "the party is in full swing."

"No, I'd rather not." You shrug and as you turn your head toward him, he breathes in your sweet scent, suddenly feeling dizzy. "The guys are already drunk and really have one thing on their minds. And those who are not are boring." You lower your gaze, as if embarrassed, and it's so adorable Ivar feels like his heart is melting. "I'd rather stay here with you, if you don't mind."

Oh, he doesn't. He doesn't mind at all. The truth is, there's a fucking firework inside of him, and he barely contains the screams of happiness that threaten to escape his lips. "That's okay, you can stay," he says instead, his fidgeting fingers dancing on his lap.

Over the next hour or so, the conversation flows easily as you speak about Karasjok, the small town where you live, telling him about your mother's people, the Sami, their culture and customs.

Ivar shares with you bits and pieces of his life too, speaking about his passion for the Viking culture and about his belief in the ancient gods. The night, his night, is full of your laughs, full of your smiles, full of you. He wants it to never end.

He's still trying to figure out if you know who he is, if you remember meeting him once when you rise to your feet, almost bouncing with enthusiasm. "Walk with me, will you?"

He's about to break the truth about his inability to walk when he remembers that actually, thanks to Floki, he can. His eyes never leave yours as he grabs his cane with a little bit of self-consciousness, wincing as he stands up, but he can't see disgust, contempt, or disappointment on your face and your smile doesn't falter as you delicately slip your hand under his free arm, curling your fingers back over it. Shaken by your sudden proximity, Ivar feels goosebumps rising on his skin.

"It's such a lovely night and I'm so happy spending it with you."

Your words leave him speechless as you lead him close to the water. A bunch of guys can be seen in the distance and Ivar is pretty sure his brothers are among them. He can feel their heavy stares on him and doesn't need to hear them to know what they're saying. "Who's this dude? Do we know him?" Standing tall, with his braided hair and a blue suit, he knows he doesn't look like himself. Yet, as he locks eyes with Hvitserk for a second, he'd sworn he sees a hint of recognition crossing his brother's face. And as the latter gives him a thumbs up, he knows his mind is not playing tricks with him.

"Oh, I love this song!" You clap your hands twice before shrugging shyly. "Let's dance, please!"

Ivar's heart breaks. Scared out of his wits, he swallows hard, his breathing uneven. "I... I can't." It's a painful admission, and he wishes the ground would just swallow him up.

He realizes you pay no mind to his defeated tone, though, as you grab his cane, leaning it against a nearby tree. "We'll go slow, I promise."

Almost in spite of himself, he places his hands on your hips as you wrap your arms around his neck. Gently – cautiously – swaying to the music, Ivar leans in close and, inhaling deeply your delightful scent, he feels like he's going to spontaneously combust. Your head resting on his chest, he's sure you can hear his frantic, pounding heartbeat. But he can't bring himself to care, not when you're finally exactly where he wants you to be. In his arms.

That's why he doesn't hear the first beep, or if he does, he doesn't pay any attention, entranced by your beauty, your kindness and the mesmerizing color of your eyes.

But when you stop dancing, your eyebrows raised, "What's that beeping noise? It doesn't stop," he hears it too, cold sweats washing over him as panic courses through his body.

"I... I must... I must go," he stammers, and honestly he's about to throw up. He can't think, can't speak. All he knows is that he doesn't want you seeing him crawling around. He won't allow it. He can't.

Fuck.

That's why he leaves. He just strolls off. He doesn't see the appalled look you're giving him, doesn’t' realize he's leaving his black cane behind, doesn't hear the despair in your tone as you shout, "wait, please! I don't even know your name!"

He has only taken a few steps when crocodile tears run down his cheeks, blurring his sight. It hurts so much he could scream, and he can barely breathe as the realization starts to sink in. Who was he trying to fool? Sigurd had been right all along. No matter the exoskeleton, no matter the genius of his godfather, he's still a freak. A monster. An abnormality.

He doesn't belong. He's not worthy.

Fuck.

His heart shatters in a thousand pieces.

Fuck.

Y/N.

Fuck.

🛡⚔️🛡

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[shijiujun]

ZZH + GJ x ELLE TW | Interview (28 April 2021)

Translations for the separate online interview the both of them did with ELLE Taiwan:

Talking to SHL GJ and ZZH | "Life can be simple as long as we do our best in the things we love" - 18 liners fulfilling their dreams

What do ZZH and GJ think of each other?

(1) With ZZH

Since the start of SHL, ZZH's role was set so that he only had three years left to live, hinting at the possible tragic ending early! Invested fans cried a lot & left ‘warning’ messages for the scriptwriter & director: "Even if it's unrealistic you better let him live!"

And when he was free during work the day before, ZZH accepted the online interview and was asked about his ZZS role and he, who usually dotes on his fans, said, "Thanks everyone for affirming/recognizing my acting skills, don't cry!"

ZZH's portrayal/acting was received very well by fans and his dynamic acting skills were revealed in many different directions because of SHL. He was praised to have nine faces, which means that aside from being well-rounded in his portrayal of happiness, anger, sadness, delight and other emotions, ZZH managed to interpret (his role) in a well-rounded way, with just a gaze and how calm he was from head to toe.

Taking on this role in SHL, ZZH says that his heart aches quite a bit for ZZS: "Towards his role, I can't say that I can give him any strength, but what I can do, is quietly feel and understand him."

Talking about his partner Gong Jun, ZZH attributed the success of the show and the efforts put into it to the team, and also praised GJ for being really professional, and fans look forward to be able to see the both of them work tgt in the future.

With a face that's gentle, handsome and has no bad angles, ZZH is most pleased with his defined nose. You may not know this, but in actuality, ZZH is not gentle/quiet at all! He likes to exercise and gym usually, through training, he fills his thoughts with positive energy.

Speaking about his Weibo UN "Crazy ZZH", we can't help but ask, is he a person who goes crazy (I guess, have a lot of fun, party like mad) without limits in private? ZZH says: "I chose this username to reflect a way to live - if I don't go to the extremes I will never accomplish anything.”

"I just feel that the things I'm passionate about I should do my best in them, for example, the craziest might have been when I was in university, I rode my bike solo all the way to Tibet!" He finished the journey step by step and because of this determination, it's reflected in his attitude towards filming & how meticulous he is. A lot of scenes that required fighting, ZZH communicated repeatedly with his teacher while learning and while he injured himself a bit, he said: "We must be responsible towards our roles, this is how an actor should be.”

"Thanks to everyone for recognizing/affirming me (as an actor), we'll continue walking the road together!” 

ZZH who is currently filming for a movie, promises that he'll definitely meet his TWnese fans in the future if given the chance. May 11 is ZZH's birthday and when asked about how he plans to spend his day, he casually says that it's in the planning, and as for birthday wishes, he said without hesitation, "I definitely hope everyone is healthy, and happy everyday!"

(2) With GJ

After SHL was broadcasted everyone fell for it completely, especially for GJ's role WKX. He managed to rank first in terms of entertainment tv influence. While he was free during work, GJ interviewed online and talked about the scene where his hair went white.

GJ: "My heart aches truly for WKX, I know a lot of fans cried because of him, thank you all for liking this show but I still hope everyone spends everyday happily!" 

He says he was once an 18-line actor & only started becoming popular on his 12th show, & thus he always cautions himself to head towards his dream with his feet on the ground, step by step. This special attitude is also reflected in the way he works; no matter the fighting or more dangerous scenes, GJ always does his best: "I don't know how many shows I've filmed! For fighting-related ones, I am thankful to the wushu laoshi and all the staff's guidance/protection, and once again under their training I safely completed this show, showing everyone the best shots!"

Aside from good acting skills, his styling was well-liked by fans especially when he wore that red outfit, he was endlessly charismatic "My fave is also the red outfit, and this outfit is also my most expensive one, hah!"

The rain scene left the greatest impression on him: "SHL is show with the most lines out of all that I've filmed so far; because a lot of WKX's lines are poetry, memorizing them really challenges comprehension and memory power, the toughest one was the rain scene, I have to adjust the emotions of the crying scene while in the rain and there're endless huge lines I have to recite, it definitely is challenging." 

 Those who follow him know that GJ is a simple person in private and in the interview he mentions: The happy thing about work is being able to earn money! Very few artistes can so blatantly say they wanna earn money, and as an employee who is passionate about earning money and finds joy in that, aside from buying a house so his family's quality of living increases, what does he wanna buy?

"I wanna buy a car! I really like cars a lot!" 

 In contrast to his cold, princely image, GJ's straightforward and blunt character has captured the hearts of his fans, especially when he sings in front of everyone unabashedly, taking on the title of "perfect (lack of) pitch", it is very adorable that he is willing to expose his weakness. But altho his singing skills are lacking, there's one skill that GJ has! And that's cooking! Because of the family rules set by his grandpa, the ppl in the kitchen in the Gong family are all the men.

GJ says: "It's true! The women in our family don't have to cook, it's all the men doing it. My grandpa, my dad, are all like that!" 

Basically it's no challenge for GJ to come up with a table of dishes. His signature dish is fish and when asked if his future other half really doesn't have to cook, that it can all be left to him, GJ says warmly, "Of course~" 

 And as a chef, GJ's build is on the taller side, "I really like to eat but I will control my diet. I gym often and try to eat less oily stuff. When I was in uni I was pretty fat, baby fat, but I lost that weight." 

 When asked which part of him he likes the most he says, "Hands! But I like em all! Because my parents gave them to me!" 

 During the interview it is not difficult to feel the deep relationship he has with his fam, especially when we chat about his grandpa. Aside from thanking his fam for the support, GJ is most thankful to his grandpa who has given him positive energy and encouragement until now, the person who he respects the most.

SHL did very well, in private who takes care of each other more btw GJ and ZZH? 

Both of their answers are the same: "In reality we take care of each other, because we're really good friends and in the production group we naturally take care of each other.”

Their chemistry and friendship extends to beyond the show and fans have also made plenty of creative CP works to share, we also anticipate their next work together! 

[formerdirectioner]

It’s stupid that this is still being talked about and people are posting misinformation for their followers seven years later, but I keep getting asks about it despite saying I’m not really around, so I want to make one post to fully sum up how child support, custody, paternity, and the legal system works. If you want to know why you should trust me over the larries who claim otherwise: You don’t have to. I can’t convince anyone to not believe what they would prefer to believe. But I did work for my state’s child support department for multiple years and I still have friends there to this day and in doing so, I had to know the laws in California as well for cases where parents live in separate states.

So first things first: Does Louis singing the birth certificate mean he is the father? Legally, in the eyes of the court, yes. And often, legality in the courts supersedes biological paternity. So let me break this down a bit. Usually, when a father is unknown or there is doubt in the paternity, the birth certificate does not get signed by a legal father. There is nothing stating a man’s name or signatures have to be on a birth certificate and very very often in cases of doubtful paternity, there’s not one. Names can always be added later: they can not always be taken off.

So you have three options for a father on a birth certificate. Option one, there isn’t one. Option two, the mother is legally married to a man who is then legally considered the father whether he signs the birth certificate or whether the baby is biologically his or not. This sounds ridiculous, but it happens more often than you think. In a situation where there is a legal husband and another biological father, if the biological father wants to have any custody/paternity/parental rights of the child, he will have to go to court. The same in the reverse situation where the legal husband does not want parental rights and therefore responsibility of the child. He has to take it to court.

And option three, the mother and father are not legally married, but the father signs the birth certificate. I’ll go purely based off California state law here. I’m not going to cite my sources because it’s one simple Google search away and I know most of y’all wouldn’t click on them anyway. Under California state law, for a man who is not married to the mother of the baby to put his name on the birth certificate, he has to sign a voluntary declaration of paternity or parentage. What that means is he has to sign a legal document that he agrees that the baby is his child and that he is accepting full responsibility of the child in exchange for parental rights such as custody and visitation. They also then can be forced to pay child support by the state. Honestly, this happens less than you think and the child support systems heavily favor the absent parent, whether it be man or woman. Because of this, in most situations, if a family can afford their own lawyers to handle child support privately, they will almost always do it this way instead. This is what Louis and Briana have chosen to do. That also means that even if a man is not biologically related to the child, he has still fully accepted legal responsibility as the father.

“But birth certificates are easy to change! He literally just needs to do a DNA test!” No. That’s not how it works. A lot of people, including biological fathers who want to get out of the responsibility of paying child support, think this is true, but it’s not. Once you have signed a voluntary declaration of paternity and put your name on a child’s birth certificate, you can’t just take it back. First of all, the signing of the document cannot be coerced. It also has to be witnessed by a notary if you sign it at any time outside of the hospital. It is not something that can be faked without being considered fraud. Once it is signed, genetic testing showing that the father is not biologically related to the child is not a valid reason in a court of law to undo the voluntary paternity. There are only two ways to undo this: File a form stating that you are rescinding the voluntary declaring of paternity within sixty days of filing it or challenging it in court. You might think “Oh, they’ll just challenge it in court then!”

They can’t. The only way to challenge this in court is to do so within two years of the date the declaration was signed. (If you were confused, Freddie is now six, so about four years too late.) Even within the timeframe, a father who wants their parental rights removed after signing this document would have to prove there had been fraud or coercion that forced them to sign in court. Not an easy task, but it could have probably been handled by a multimillionaire with a legal team at his side. But it didn’t happen. The timeframe passed.

So as of this point in time, there is Absolutely No Legal Way For Louis Tomlinson To Declare He Is Not The Legal Father of Freddie Tomlinson. Is it possible one day he will post a DNA test stating that the child isn’t his? Sure, I suppose, but it’s unlikely. People like to claim he has not gotten a DNA test because of sources like TMZ but refuse to acknowledge that family members of Freddie and other tabloids stated the opposite: That he had a DNA test done when Freddie was born and it came back that he is the father. They also try and claim his team denied having a DNA test. That’s not true. His team stated that the idea that he had not gotten a DNA test was “all part of media speculation” which, I think to almost anyone who is not a Larrie, sounds like a denial that the articles were telling the truth, not a denial of Louis getting a DNA test.

People like to point towards people like Drake and Tristan Thompson as signs of the “right” way for paternity scandals to happen, despite both men having very negative public images because of the way they handled their situations and humiliated their children and the women involved in the press. Louis and Briana handled things the way they should have: privately and in the legal system instead of in the public eye. In fact, both Louis and Briana made it clear they did not intend for the pregnancy to get out as quickly as it did, if ever. Unfortunately, someone (most likely a member of Briana’s family) leaked the news to the press for attention. That sucks! But it’s not weird or inconceivable. They’re a rich white Republican family in LA and they very clearly enjoy the attention, even if you exclude Briana herself.

Yes, the Jungwirth family sucks. Yes, Briana seems to have some really questionable parental views in regards to vaccinating her child. Yes, Louis lives in another country and cannot see his child as often as the Jungwirth’s do and doesn’t have primary custody. None of this is weird, even if it sucks. It appears that Louis is genuinely making an effort to be in Freddie’s life, even now when he is six years old and will definitely remember things like trips to England to spend Christmas with his father’s side of the family.

So when it comes down to it, if you genuinely believe that Louis is not Freddie’s father, you’re choosing to believe despite all the evidence to the contrary that Louis Tomlinson is a man who has committed illegal acts of fraud and exploited not just Freddie but multiple other children and people, up to and including getting them involved in a situation where they receive literal death threats, just to either stay closeted or to avoid having to go to court and possibly losing money in a case he would win because contracts forcing you to do things that are illegal (like fraud) are not able to be upheld in court. Not to mention how his management and company have changed multiple times now since Freddie was born so no one even has any idea who he would be being forced into this by.

I know this is super long and most likely will not get much interaction, but I want to get it all into one post that I can refer back to when I get asks about it in the future or so other people can share this with people who might be starting to genuinely question what they’ve been sold or held onto or convinced themselves of while they were a larrie. I know I can often be aggressive on this blog and the reasonings behind it are valid (at least to me, this blog was started due to the hatred that Larries, especially Amy, were throwing at Jay when she died, and so that bitterness as someone who lost their mother young has always stuck with me) but I also genuinely want people to see the other side that either gets blatantly lied about or not shared by Larries trying desperately to keep people on their side.

[river-bottom-nightmare]

Nightwing 79 Review

i said i would and i will. i did like this issue! not as striking and attention grabbing as 78, but i think this issue was meant to be a foundation one, laying out the groundwork for the future. overall, pretty good. also there wasn't enough bitewing. as promised, overly extensive metaphors and me reading too much into things under the cut

i know i've talked about this cover before, but this particular thing is oddly important to me, so i'll talk about it again

this is me, once again screaming about how artists put nightwing in traditionally feminine poses and how every time i see it i just get whiplash. i mean, true, the main reason why is because nightwing is a so often sexualized character, and putting him in these poses just increases the objectification, which is a goal that dc producers have. but there are very few popular male characters that do this. the only one i can think of off the top of my head is deadpool, but that was so obviously a critique and a way to make fun of the media industry. when they draw dick like this, they’re being serious. they’re putting him in appealing poses meant to show him off, and that’s something that’s traditionally only been done to women.

it's a very direct and very loud breaking of traditional gender roles in media, especially for a character as high-profile and historic as dick grayson. colour also plays a factor in this. the entire background is pink. i was absolutely shocked when i first saw it, when the teaser came out, because i cannot think of any comic book covers of male comic heroes this high-profile where pink is even just prevalent in the cover, let alone the majority of the cover. the pink does look beautiful: it offsets and highlights the black and blue of dick's suit gorgeously, but does it with more finesse than orange or red. but the fact that the stylistic choice was made to accent and draw this cover with aesthetic and beauty in mind, completely ignoring traditional hard-set gender rules in art, was a conscious choice and one i wholeheartedly support.

just another example of the sexualization i was talking about. i remember seeing harley quinn in this exact pose in suicide squad.

so far, taylor's been pretty dead-set on bringing alfred to the forefront of importance in this series. he wants people to know how much he loves alfred's character, and how much the butler meant to dick growing up. he was dick's father too. but what i adore is how taylor managed to stress alfred's importance in a way that didn't insult or belittle bruce.

this is one of the best bruce and dick interactions i've seen, and it's done in one simple interaction. in this, bruce is tough and harsh. he knocked dick down hard, but then he reached a hand down and helped pull dick back up. let me analyze their dialogue for a minute

on your feet: this is bruce telling dick to get up. he's trained dick, he knows what the younger boy is capable of, he knows his limits, and he knows what dick can do. this is bruce telling dick i know you're strong enough to get up, so get up and prove me right

are you just going to knock me down again?: surface-level, it looks like dick's complaining. he doesn't like bruce's rough training, and he's tired of bruce knocking him down. but look at his face in this. he's smiling up at bruce, knowledgeable and a little hopeful. he knows that bruce is doing this to help dick better himself, he's completely on board with the rough training, because they both know the rewards are incredible. also, he's teasing. he's bantering with bruce. there's an ease in that joking statement, one that belies affection and intimacy. they've only known each other for a little bit, but they're already slipping into a close familial relationship.

it depends on how fast you learn: this is bruce bantering back. this is bruce not being a stoic, unfeeling asshole. instead, he's shown with the dry humor that a good batman writer knows is a staple of the character. he's teasing dick, telling him he'll basically whoop his ass if dick doesn't learn fast enough. it's incentive for dick to train harder, while also being lighthearted enough to tell dick that believes in dick and doesn't want him to push himself too hard.

gosh i love the titans. also it looks like wally's staring at dick's ass.

this was cute. a prod at dick's silly and playful sense of humor, while not dumbing him down for the sake of a laugh. instead, he's joking about food, which is stuff everyone jokes about. this is the kind of stuff that'll actually make me laugh, instead of just making me vaguely uncomfortable.

bludhaven's almost always portrayed as a cesspool of a city. and to be honest, it really is. but this panel gives the city a meaningful history, while also giving us a reason for why dick moved there.

it talks of a time when people still thought they could beat the monsters. that if they fought hard enough, they could win the fight. it was a tentative hope that you could always overcome hardship.

dick's little "i like that it's still standing" shows how he still believes that, despite what the rest of the world thinks. despite everything that he's been through, dick is still tentatively an optimist, and believes he can fight the monsters of the world and win. it's a beautiful testament to his character, and i'm like that they added his signature element of hope back in. it used to be what he symbolized as robin, and despite his growth and character arc from robin to nightwing, this is one aspect of robin that i'm glad nightwing still has.

remember when i said "things that make me vaguely uncomfortable??" yeahhhh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Shooketh Dick: A Sequel

(the expressions in this series are just,,,,on point)

this was an incredibly sweet and kindhearted thing for dick to do, but i found it kind of,,,,,,,,desperate? maybe that's just me, but let me explain.

dick's suddenly a billionaire, and he has entirely too much money that he knows what to do with. it's also alfred's money, what the man left to him, so dick forever links it with alfred. in addition to that, he's back and bludhaven and looking at it with "fresh" eyes. (at least, from a different point of view since he got shot in the head. then mind controlled.) he's desperate to do something with the money and he's desperate to help the people around him that so obviously needs up, so he comes up with an on-the-fly solution that's a little impractical and a little crazy, but it still helps and still does some good.

to me, dick seems a little lost. he hasn't completely found his balance yet, and he's trying to do things that will. he tries charity, because that's what bruce did and it's what he knows, even though he admitted that he always thought bruce could have done more as bruce wayne than batman.

they have a family group chat guys yall were right.

also, do i think that dick would ever actually get his wallet stolen?? no way in hell, he’d notice someone getting ready to pickpocket him a mile away. but i suppose it’s important to the Plot. 

okay this is getting interesting. first blockbuster, now maroni (+ the weird heart stealer guy). i can officially say that i am intruiged

this particular artistic quirk is shown a lot in this issue, and from this art team in general, but i feel like this panel is one of the best examples of it. it was stunning enough to take up a full page, and it’s well deserved.

the way they show dick moving is absolutely brilliant. as a reader, i like seeing these smaller versions of dick getting clearer and in more detail as they come closer to the screen. not only do they show depth in the picture beyond what a simple 3 dimensional piece of art does, it also shows the passage of time.

in addition, it showcases dick’s skill. dick spots these mobsters running after a group of petty thieves. he then, and follow me here, leaps off the roof of one building feet first, springboards backwards off the side of the adjacent building with his feet, gracefully continues his backflip, rights himself, shoots a line with perfect timing: just in time to soften his landing but not slow him down, execute said landing on top of a moving bus, keep running on the moving bus without missing a beat, shoot his grapple, use the grapple to swing, use the swing to build up momentum, then use the momentum to deliver a powerful blow to the mobsters. and he did all that fast enough to catch up with the mobsters, even though he was a ROOFTOP OVER. 

d a m n  s o n

this panel, the very first in the issue, is also another example of that art style, but a little more distinctive. i love the way they showed dick’s different costumes through the ages, along with him simply growing up. it’s a little heartbreaking, but a lot uplifting to see how far he’s come. thank god he got rid of the red. now all we need is the fingerstripes, and we’ll be golden

discowing my beloved. also i can’t clearly see discowing’s hair but it definitely looks like it’s pulled back. it looks like he put it in a ponytail. guys. guys. dick had a ponytail omg. 

he’s having a Hero Moment

are you talking about the city, dick, or are you talking about you? the kgbeast, the court, the joker. dick fell to each one of them, no matter how hard he fought. he won in the end, eventually and with his family’s help. but i think he’s feeling a little low, a little defeated right now. it’s almost like he needs a win, he needs to feel victorious, he needs to feel like he helped someone (hence the food and the hotel room), just because he needs to remember what it feels like.

these lines were supposed to resonate with you, and goddamn they did.

i looked at it from two ways. first, it’s the girl asking, begging nightwing not to hurt them. bludhaven doesn’t know dick the way gotham does, they’re still a little frightened of him. this child was brave enough to step in front of all of the other hurt and homeless kids and ask, to a strange man in a mask, if he was going to hurt them like the other men had. it’s heartbreaking, but commendable, and an echo of the city itself that dick’s decided to protect. they’re bloody and broken and terrified, but still gritty and brave enough to stare what they fear in the eye and ask it not to hurt them.

second, it’s dick seeing the question reflected in himself. recently, he got shot in the head and lost all his memories. while i think that the way ric reacted was a perfectly valid and human response to the situation, i think dick still regrets how callously and rudely he treated his family. then, he was manipulated by the court of owls, then he was brainwashed with a magic crystal by the joker. dick does have a guilt complex. it’s not a big as bruce’s, but it’s there. and right now, with this girl begging her not to hurt them, dick is probably thinking about all the times he hurt people, in control of his own actions or not, bc he “didn’t have a heart.” 

little ambitious don’t you think, dick?

also just look at the sunset colours loOK at the they could not make this any more obvious oh my godddddddddddddddddddddddd

in conclusion, i need more of her

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A quick analysis of the puppy scene in 3x15, because my OTP is perfect.

This is honestly just a whole lot of gushing and flailing, tbh. Because Kurt and Blaine and their relationship are wonderful and I love them so, so much. So much so that I can write paragraphs on a scene that is barely one minute long. 

This somehow ended up being much longer than I intended, oops. Hope you enjoy it :)

We start off this scene with Blaine alone at his locker, presumably putting away his belongings from his last class, and you can still see Kurt’s ‘Gay-diddy-gay-gay-gay’ class council election poster on the inside of Blaine’s locker, even months after Kurt lost the election. But Blaine still keeps it up, because he loves Kurt, and if he had it his way, Kurt would win everything. Awww. He appears to be deep in thought, and when Kurt hides behind Blaine’s locker, speaking in the world’s most adorably terrible British accent, it startles Blaine for a second.

And man, does that make me sad. This is a kid that has been bullied, undoubtedly shoved into lockers and pushed here and there just like Kurt was. He hears an unfamiliar voice and immediately flinches back in fear, expecting the worst. 

But it isn’t the worst - it’s the best. Because it’s Kurt, the person Blaine loves more than anything, hiding behind the locker, and it’s Kurt speaking in that cute-ass accent holding a stuffed puppy in front of his face. 

(Side note - I once read that Chris Colfer improvised the dialogue and accent of this scene, as well as coming up with the name for the puppy, which totally checks out since Chris is a huge Anglophile.)

And as soon as Blaine recognizes his boyfriend, his face breaks out into the sunniest smile, and he does his signature “Kurt-made-me-laugh” move, the blushy head-duck (see here for reference). 

Kurt also looks similarly delighted to see Blaine, because Blaine is lovely and Kurt loves him so, so much, and because he’s also excited to show Blaine the gift he got him and help Blaine out with his problems. Kurt really loves Blaine, y’all. He looks so damn proud of the stuffed animal he got for him and equally proud of his own ability to make Blaine laugh with his clever puns. 

Kurt goes on to explain that Finn won the stuffed puppy while out at the amusement park for Senior Skip Day, along with thirteen others for Rachel, and as soon as he says this, Blaine nods along as if to say - oh, of course, that Rachel - because Blaine is considerate as hell and knows his friends very well. And in honest-to-god Kurt fashion, bb stole the puppy from his brother, because Kurt is the definition of Be Gay, Do Crime, and he also recognizes that Rachel does not need 14 different stuffed animals. 

He pouts a little right then, telling Blaine that he wanted to give it to him so that Blaine would have something, since Kurt wasn’t able to convince Blaine to go with them on the field trip. I wonder how that conversation went. 

Also, pouty Kurt is fucking adorable. Protect him at all costs.

Blaine is melancholy again, telling Kurt that he would have just brought the mood down for the group. And when Blaine says this? Kurt stops beating around the bush and gets straight to the point. 

Sweetly stroking the stuffed puppy, Kurt tells Blaine that he understands him. That he gets that family problems are hard, because they’re hard for him too. He uses himself as an example to try and get his point across to Blaine more effectively, and mentions that he and Finn disagree on nearly everything, but at the end of the day, they love one another and are always there for one another despite their differences. 

I’m also getting so many brotherly Furt feelings from Kurt referring to Finn as “the big lug” and talking about how much he loves him. Ugh. I also cry at the line where Kurt tells Blaine that he only has one brother and shouldn’t give up on that, given what happens to Finn. I wish we’d gotten more of that relationship in canon before Cory’s untimely passing, because they clearly had so much love for one another, both on-screen and off.

Anyway, Kurt sees the love he has with his brother and wants Blaine to be able to experience the same thing, because he loves Blaine so, so much and he thinks that Blaine deserves everything great in this world. He also brings back the cute-ass accent, and upon seeing Blaine look upset, bumps Margaret Thatcher Dog against Blaine’s cheek to get him to smile again - which Blaine absolutely does; his face is bright and sunny again because of Kurt’s silliness. Awww. 

Kurt tells Blaine never to give up, and Blaine indignantly responds that Cooper is the one who is leaving for a big audition. Kurt pauses, and tells Blaine that Cooper hasn’t actually left him yet. He says that Cooper is waiting in the auditorium, hoping that Blaine will come and talk to him and make things right. This line very strongly implies that Kurt and Cooper coordinated this, and that Kurt made an effort of talking to Cooper to try and arrange a meeting with Blaine - because in a matter of mere days, Kurt was able to glean how important their relationship was to Blaine and wanted to do everything he could to fix it. Give him all the boyfriend awards, folks.

I’m kidding. Please don’t start the Better Boyfriend Olympics again, lol.

Blaine huffs out that talking doesn’t actually work with Cooper, and that he’s tried it to no avail. And Kurt just nods knowingly, as if he was aware that Blaine would say that. And though it isn’t explicitly mentioned, I bet he did know. He then goes on to say that perhaps talking isn’t the best answer for Blaine. Maybe there’s something else, a better method of communicating his feelings that would work more for Blaine. 

Okay. You know what this reminds me of? Flash back a year, to Silly Love Songs. This is (perhaps unintentionally) a direct callback to 2x12. Back when Blaine was still crushing on someone who is not Kurt, he said this to the Warblers about his idea to serenade Jeremiah. 

Blaine (2011): I'm not really good at talking about my feelings. I'm much better at singing them.

And here are Kurt’s words, from more than a year later. 

Kurt (2012): Maybe talking is not the answer. Maybe you need to show him how you really feel in the best, most honest way you know how. 

Can I just stop right here and squeal a little bit? Because Kurt knows his boyfriend so, so well. He remembers the things that Blaine tells him, even things from over a year ago. He holds onto this key piece of information about Blaine, because Blaine is important to him and the things he tells Kurt are worth remembering. And here, in this scene, he puts his memory to good use to try and remind Blaine of his most effective and heartfelt form of communication so that he can help Blaine mend fences with his brother. 

GIVE HIM THE BOYFRIEND AWARDS, FOLKS!

Kurt is so, supportive of Blaine and just wants the best for him, and it just boggles my mind when people claim that Kurt didn’t love Blaine as much as Blaine loved him, because from even short simple scenes like this one, anyone can tell that it isn’t true. 

After listening to Kurt, Blaine stops, and for the first time, genuinely considers it. Prior to this, all of Cooper’s attempts at talking couldn’t get through to him. Blaine still felt the jealousy and resentment from all those years growing up. But after hearing Kurt’s advice, he puts that aside and realizes that some things, like family, are more important, and so he makes that decision to go see his brother and try and express his feelings in a different way. 

Blaine turns to go meet Cooper, and Kurt watches him go, looking so damn proud of his boyfriend and so, so hopeful...

Y’all know what happens next. Blaine and Cooper, a pair of brothers, sing a breakup song. Yet somehow, it works. Singing manages to communicate all of those emotions that were suppressed before, and opens the doors for real conversation between the two of them. They do successfully patch things up, with Cooper finally recognizing Blaine’s talent and Blaine trying to support Cooper in future endeavors. They are on a path to a close relationship, which is all both of them had ever really wanted in the first place. 

And if not for Kurt’s advice, this may not have happened. Y’all heard that right - Kurt Hummel helped Blaine patch things up with a member of his family because he knew how important it was to Blaine, and he knew how badly Blaine wanted this even if Blaine didn’t let it show. From all the bits and pieces of information we’ve gathered over the years about Blaine’s family, they don’t appear to be all that close, which is why it’s even more important for Blaine that he is able to reconcile with his brother.

(For more of my thoughts on Blaine’s family, feel free to check out this analysis of mine. Yeah, this is a shameless self promo. Deal with it.)

So...what was the point of this analysis? I’m not quite sure. I suppose I just had a lot of feelings about Blaine, Klaine, family, and the way that Kurt shows love. Like I’ve said millions of times, just because Kurt is more subtle in the way that he shows love to Blaine, doesn’t mean that it’s any less powerful. Scenes like this, in which he handpicks Blaine’s own words and uses them to push Blaine towards something he was too afraid to admit he really wanted? Kurt helping reconcile Blaine with his family? This is Klaine at its best, and scenes like this are why I will always, always ship this couple. 

Kurt and Blaine are incredible, y’all. 

Peace.