#also i love the bridal carry pose its so…….

[rhytmrocket]

Yo you should draw mahou and contestant just a suggestion

( also how are you)

yk thats a good ass idea

here you go :3

thank you so much for giving me an excuse to not only draw this but also share it cuz hfndhfb i love them sm,,,,

(also im doing alright, just getting over a cold, thanks)

[sidesteppostinghours]

caine is a very calm, collected, stoic individual. it takes a lot to get him caught openly off guard or flustered.

getting picked up and kissed by a villain a foot shorter than him with no prior warning would do the trick tho

mitchel belongs to @hyper-pixels! i Did have ideas before this but unfortunately for caine all of them got thrown out of the window when i got this notif

[skekthesilly]

spoilers for ii ep 17

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

OHHHHH MY GOD

OHHHH MY GOD MY GOD OH MY GOD

OHHHHH MY GOD

WHAT THE FUCK???? HELLO?????? WHAT?????? THE FUCK??????

EVERYTHING?????? IS?????? WHAT THE FUCK????????????? WHAT????? THE FUCK???????????

FIRST OF ALL. I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT THIS EPISODE IS OVER 30 FUCKING MINUTES LONG. HOLY SHIT. HOLY FUCK. OHHHHHHH MY GOD

THE BESTIES IN PURGATORY MANSION???? FUCK YES

HES FROLICKING IN COQUETTE LAND

SHE FUCKING DIES?????????? WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE HAP IS FUCKENING???????????????? WHY??????????????????????????? CRIES?????????????????? CRIES FUCKING WEEPS SOBS????????????

THESE ARE SICK FUCKING GOOD IMPACT FRAMES. IM FLABBERGASTED. IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH........... HOOOOOOLY FUCK............. OOOOOOOH MY GOD....... OOOOHHHHHH MY SHIT........... THE FUCKING IMPACT FRAMES........ OOOOHHHHH MY GOD........ OOOOOOOHHHHHHH MY SHIT......... OOOHHHH MY LORDY LORD......... GROWLS BARKS RUNS AROUND ON ALL FOURS FUCKING GOES FERAL....

"WHY DID YOU MAKE ME LIKE THIS" my ocs to me:

HES FUCKING DEAD????????

THEY WERE FUCKING RIGHT. THEY WERE RIGHT. OH MY GOD THEY WERE RIGHT

HES FUCKING DEAD?????????????????

HES NOT YOUR EX EITHER............................ CRIES............

FUCKING HUNGER GAMES

TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW PAINTBRUSH. SHE IS NOT FUCKING GONE SHES STILL HERE SHES STILL HERE SHES

THE LITTLE FUCKING SCOOTCH???????????????/

WHAT THE FUUUUCK????????????? EXCUSE ME??????????? WHAT THE FUCK????????????/ KNIFE?????????? WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WH

I FUCKING LOVE THIS SECTION. THE PAPER ANIMATIONS AND THE WAY IT LOOKS AND?????????? I LOVE IT????? also mephone4 has the shimmer egg. is the shimmer. has shimmer essence. something along those lines. THEY WERE FUCKING RIGHT. THAT ONE THINGAMABOB SHIMMER4 THING I SAW IS RIGHT. ITS CORRECT. OHHHHH MY GOD

the utter hopelessness in his voice. "oh no. i know too much."

the way its delivered... it has me sobbing. what the fuck. hes just. resigned now. accepted his fate. he knows too much and now it's too late. too late. too late.

the way they start crying. it. its breaking my heart. it broke my heart and its breaking again. shattering. oh my fucking god im shattering. weeping. sobbing. crying. wailing. im. ohhhh my god

TOILET?????????? TWIST OF THE FUCKING CENTURY OH MY GOD

THEYRE FUCKING REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLL

fucking love the way he screams here. toilet did i ever tell you how much i love you /p

hes so cooked

THEYRE ALL FUCKING DEAD???????????? WHAT THE FUCK COBS. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK COBS. WHAT THE FUCK

goober

genuinely fucking slay bestie. love this pose. fucking slaysauce

dont go back do not you are going to FUCKING DIE. PERISH. DIE. DO NOT GO BACK YOU WILL DIE

pokemon battle

SLAYYYYYY SLAYYYY BESTIES. FUCKING LETS GOOOOOO

YOURE SO PERFECTSAUCE. YOU ARE THE PERFECT ASSISTANT AND NEVER LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE POOKIE. LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOO

bridal carry

oh my god. my younger sister had watched this before me and when she said "everyone dies" i thought she was shitting with me. nope! she was right! EVERYONE FUCKING DIES.

oh my god. ohhhhh my god. ohhhh my fucking god. oh my god. im SOBBING. WHAT THE FUCK ANIMATIONEPIC????? WHAT THE FUCK???????????????/

CRIES. FUCKING WEEPS AND SOBS AND CURLS UP INTO A BALL NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN. WEEPS SHEDS MASSIVE TEARS

[darkmedolie]

Just found your blog and I cannot express how much I love how you draw Snatcher! He looks so cute and F L U F F Y! 💜💜💜

I also found out you take requests, so here we go:

Do you know those old horror movie posters where the monster is carrying an unconscious damsel in distress in its arms bridal style? I wanna see a "Snatcher-style" poster like that... 👉👈

Thank you, and keep up the good work!

something like this ? i don't know how to make it look like a poster but i tried to had a title in the same style (i'm taking this as an excuse to draw more of vampire snatcher since i saw you liked that one too ;3 )

that pose was on so many poster, it was funny when looking it up, it's like almost exatly the same angle everytime, it look almost copy pasted , i remember seeing it on old comic books too ?

thank you for your sweet words i'm really happy to hear you like my art

and yes i love to draw fluffy hair so Snatcher didn't escape to the fluffy hair treatment >w<

[excujeemi]

D R U N K [ Ray X Reader ]

Age: around 18 Genre: Fluff Warnings: UHhh, adult jokes (??) and mentions of alcohol

Simple, you know, you were graduating high school and moving on to college of course there'd be parties. And there's only three words to describe this party you're in? Wild as fuck. Man, some were playing beer pong, some were making out, it was just so chaotic you don't even remember as to why you were here in the first place... Oh yeah, your parents forced you to get some human interaction every once in a while.

You thought this party would be very shit and unenjoyable but look at you now, everyone around you was cheering you on to chug , c h u g  , c  h  u  g . And chug you did.

You were already dizzy but you know this is that moment, that sweet moment of youth (??) perhaps and there's the adrenaline and the feeling that you're on top of the world, it's like you can just do anything you want for example, peeing in your annoying neighbor's backyard but let's not take that idea personally-

You were just about to open another bottle of alcohol but then someone stopped you, a hand gripped on your wrist which surprised you, you looked up to see whose hand it was and saw Ray frowning. That's typical, when is he not frowning anyway.

Well, Ray is one of your closest friends, your parents are also both close to each other so it just makes sense. And Ray being the most trusted person of your mother, she asked him if he could pick you up since it was getting kinda late. You know if they were just gonna end up worrying about you then why even force you to get some of that, "human interaction", they're just  exaggerating.

"Oh, hey Ray my beloved , what're you doing here?" You smugly asked as he helped you stand up but your feet kept on tripping and so you slipped, with your hand on Ray's shoulder causing him to fall on top of you while the people surrounding you both were teasing you, you felt Ray's hot breath hitting your neck while his large hands were supporting your back to protect you from directly falling. The close space between the both of you caused Ray's face to turn into a tomato, red flushed cheeks, wide eyes, he lowkey wished you both could stay like that for more time. "You idiot, get up already its almost 4am." He says as he quickly got up and tried to take your heavy ass up. "wAiT, mY bAg and mY phOne, And mY StufF are-" "Shh, shh. I got them all now shut it." He says as he shows you your bag from his other hand, he opened the door with his foot and kicked it close. "Hey Ray, aren't you getting to close, haah~?" You seductively whispered in his ear making him blush for the second time. He rolled his eyes, 'Patience, you must stay calm.' He thinks to himself. "Haah~?" Okay, he decided that was it. "Why don't you walk by yourself then, the parking lot is still quite far from where we are, walk by yourself good luck tripping over everything." He lets go of you while you had trouble tryna regain your posture. "I can walk, don't-d-don't you underestimate the power of this wild creature." You pointed to yourself while making a karate pose.

Ray was annoyed, his eye was twitching and he really did want to abandon you there. "Okay, I'll lead the way then." After a few seconds, everything was going well, he takes a few glances back at you to see how you're doing because apparently if you trip and die he'd be blamed  by your parents. Then he saw you weren't by his side, well obviously not because you kept on slowing down but you really were out of his sight and this worried him by a lot. 'If only Emma and Norman were here to back me up with this dumbass' But for real, he was worried, it had only been a few seconds--what if someone took you or something. He ran a few steps back and looked everywhere and there you fucking were, talking to a celebrity cardboard cutout. "Oh my fucking gosh, this dimwit. Y/n!" He sighs as he massaged his temples. He ran to you and pulled you by your arm. "Ugh, stOp, I'm still flirting with this hot man." You whined as you tried to wriggle your arm out of Ray's hand. He didn't know whether to leave you alone or laugh at you there. "You blockhead, that's...that's a Justin Bieber cardboard cut out for fuck's sake..." Ray was about to explode at this point, you were making him want to combust. "Please, dOn't take me way, I have no flirt with!" "I'll flirt with you all you want just--let's go already this is so embarrassing!" He said to improvise but your drunk self actually believed that he'd flirt with you. "Really?" You asked and he just nods while closing his eyes, annoyed. "YaaaY~, Ray my beloved will flirt with me, I'm the happiest person in the worlll ever." To be honest, Ray would love to hear those words while you're not drunk but he can't help but blush again remembering what Norman used to say, "Drunk people always say what they truly think." He shook his head and as soon as you arrived at the parking lot, he pushed you gently into the backseat. Thankfully, you spent that whole time without saying anything, you were literally just staring at the car's ceiling like a dead person which was creepy. He arrived at your house and it seemed that everyone was asleep so he had to use the spare keys he has. He then opened the door, carrying you bridal style and the hallways were quite narrow so he felt sorry whenever your head hit some walls or table. 💀 lmfao. He carefully placed you on your bed, while you were almost sound asleep. Boy, times like this remind him of deep in love he is with you. You know maybe he should just confess of something.

He smiled and tucked in some hair behind you ear. Very wholesome situation, well until you tugged his arm for him to come closer so he thought you had something to say, when he finally got close you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly which shocked him by a lot. It was comfortable to be in your arms, if only he could stay there a bit more longer. :'). "H-Hey what are you trying to do? Let go of me, Y/n." He softly whispered, his hot breath hitting you once again but a bit more closer which caused you to hug him tighter. "Dream on." And since you really wouldn't let go of him, and he didn't have enough will to force himself out of your hold, he decided to just stay there. It was 4am and your warmth was more than enough to make him sleepy. Next morning: You woke up with someone in your arms, it was very comfortable. 'Oh it's just Ray..wait what--RAY??' "HOLY SHIT RAY! WAKE UP! WAKE-" His hand covered your mouth as his half-asleep eyes stared at you. "What are you so loud in the morning for?" Man, his morning voice could kill. Shaking your head quickly to shoo away the simp thoughts, you built up the courage to ask him this one cliche question. "Di-Did we perhaps, you know? Do the thing?" Of course Ray was not dumb but he can be an ass. Smirking, he asks with an innocent tone, "What do you mean by thing ?" "Oh my--you know what I mean! Stop acting dumb-" "Oh you mean sex?" He stared at you for a while, keeping that smirk of his on his face while seeing you so flustered and red. "Why do you have to be so blunt, this is why I hate you.." You said as you buried your face into one of your pillows. "Chill, woman. We didn't do that. You did do something dumb last night though." He chuckles as he removes the pillow away from your red face. "Please kill me--what is it?" "Well you just flirted with a Justin Bieber Cutout, nothing new." "I really did that?" You cried as you started mentally smashing your head on a rock. "Yes, yes you did." As soon was those words of confirmation came out of his mouth, you started getting flashbacks again, "Dude, I'll never be drunk again." "That's a good idea. But if you never get drunk again you might never hug me again the way you did last night." 'The way I did last night?...' What did he even mean by that... "What do you mean?" "Want a demonstration?" ..... THE END lol bye this was so bad ahvdusvud - Follow me on wattpad - @excujeemi Join my discord server !! https://discord.gg/wXSuKBXMXt

[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating Kahmunrah

(My gif)(Requested by @arianatheangelworld​ )

(I changed the movie plot a bit to fit the meeting portion of this but I doubt that that will upset you. And the meeting story is a bit long but that’s because there’s dialogue in it, sorry!)

- You were working at the Museum of natural history as an archivist when your old friend Larry came along and convinced you to accompany him to Washington.

- Though it took a bit of convincing, you ended up agreeing and soon found yourself standing next to the old night guard as Kahmunrah and his guards awakened.

- Contrary to your companion, you at least pretended to be intrigued by the Ancient Egyptians awakening …which drew his attention to you. He continued to glance over at you as he spoke, up until Larry stole his attention away with his defiant behavior and Rubik’s cube scheme.

- Speaking of the Rubik’s cube, it didn’t necessarily go as …perfectly as Larry had initially hoped. When the octopus went about snatching up and swiping people away, you were left in its grasp as Larry managed to escape with the tablet.

- So, you were taken prisoner by the bloodthirsty Egyptian …though he wasn’t exactly ...good at it.

- Initially, he tries to act like the typical seductive yet evil villain but his voice, paired with him messing up his words and the stumble that occurred as he tried to attractively lean on something near you, made his attempts quite unsuccessful.

- As you defy him more and more, he pulls the whole “you are so lucky that I don’t kill you” act; though he isn’t particularly convincing. You know very well that he was once a ruthless killer, and that he could still very well be one, but it’s obvious that he can’t bring himself to even hurt you, let alone kill you.

- To test your theory, you attempt to provoke him, and what does he do? Gives you more threats, more warnings, more scoffs. It’s honestly somewhat ...cute; watching him act all tough. Endearing in a way.

- That being said: you aren’t completely cruel, so you give it up and let him believe he’s won. Once you stop that, it only takes a few minutes for you to grow bored; you are just sitting there tied up, so you let out a quiet huff and turn to him.

“You know …I know a lot about your brother; it’s kind of my job, but I don’t think he has nearly as interesting of a story as you must have. I mean, sure he was pharaoh for a few years but it was so short lived. And getting everything he wanted …what's so interesting about that?” You apologized to Ahkmenrah in your head as you spoke.

“I mean there’s no trials or tribulations, no drama, no nothing. Just perfection in the most shallow degree.... I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’d like to hear more about you.” You prompted and he eyed you somewhat suspiciously.

“You would?” He asked a bit guarded and you nodded. “About what exactly?”

“Ohh about anything,” you replied. “You must have been quite the fighter. You look like you were.”

- There it is. He sent you a pleased, prideful smile as he launched into tales of his combat achievements. After he was finished with that, he moved from subject to subject eagerly. It was then that it dawned on you that you were probably the first person to genuinely show interest in him and you found yourself feeling somewhat sympathetic.

“It’s a shame we’re in this situation. I would have liked to get to know you more.” You’d said somewhat offhandedly as he finished telling one of his stories.

- He froze for a moment, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he managed an attempt at speaking. “Well I …I mean. Well who says we couldn’t? I’ll be ruler of the world after all.” He went off on a bit of a tangent related to said idea before he looked over at you. "Wouldn’t you say?”

- Before you could respond, in came Jedidiah and soon enough Larry arrived too, instigating the whole hour glass situation and leaving you at a bit of a crossroads as to how you truly felt about the bloodthirsty Kahmunrah.

“The world isn’t as great as you think it is,” you blurted out as you waited for Larry to find the code to the tablet. “Really, I mean sure it can be pretty and power is alluring but …it’s also polluted and it’s violent and there’s the whole heat death of the universe or the nuclear warfare thing.”

“It’s not like the world you lived in. I mean it’s home for me but, with all due respect, I don’t think you really know what you’re asking for. Plus, you’re gonna be frozen again in a few hours and then you’ll be transported to my museum in a few weeks.” Shit. Shit. You probably weren’t supposed to mention that or at least shouldn’t have. Larry didn’t even know, hardly anyone really knew about the renovations.

“What did you say?”

“What?”

“What did you say just then.”

“About the heat death of the universe?! Yeah there’s this whole, we’re-” He interrupted you.

“No, not that! You said I was being transported to your museum!” He exclaimed and you sighed.

- With no other choice, you began to explain everything that you knew. He went silent for a moment, sitting in his “throne” and thinking about what you’d said.

“Would you like me to be there... at your museum?” He asked finally, attempting to appear nonchalant.

“...yes. I think I’d like that very much.” You answered and he tried his best to hide his pleasure in your reply.

- Before you knew it, he’d called his men to retrieve Larry, and soon enough, he was explaining to the man that it had “come to his attention” that they’d be seeing a lot more of each other in the near future and that he had “changed his mind about things”. Larry eyed him; and you, suspiciously before accepting his words, standing there awkwardly as the Egyptian smiled and clasped his hands pleasantly.

- So yeah, soon enough Kahmunrah was at your museum and since he’d; you know, tried to take over the world and apparently may or may not have killed his younger brother, he wasn’t too popular. And though you’d initially played up your intrigue for the man, you couldn’t deny that you did; in fact, like him and found him particularly attractive.

- Due to your interest in and acceptance of him, he spent most of his waking hours with you.

- It isn’t long before the two of you get together, he’s quite fond of you and is used to taking; or at least getting, what he wants at the exact moment he wants it. So, he tries his hand at a bit of flirting before finally making his first move.

- You’re in your office with him when it happens. He looks over at you and just blurts out that he’d like for you to be his queen, effectively stopping your hand as you were writing.

- Obviously, you were a bit taken aback so you looked up at him with wide eyes, watching as he tried his best to hide his nervousness; though the glancing away from you and clearing of his throat gave it away.

- You replied that you’d “like that”, causing him to look over at you with a smile. Before you knew it, he’d leaned forward, taking your face in his hands and pressing a soft, chaste kiss on your lips.

“Wonderful!”

- And thus, you officially made the bloodthirsty Pharaoh fall in love with you.

- I’m convinced that Kahmunrah desperately wanted  to find a wife in his day, thinking that it would give him everything that his parents never did: love, affection, favoritism, etc. So, now that he has you, he yearns for your touch and attention more than anything else in the world. 

- He’s constantly trying to hold and keep his hands on you. He lives to be affectionate with you and show everyone that you’re his. 

- He likes to keep his hand on the small of your back, holding you at his side and leading you as you walk. 

- Hugs from behind and/or his hands on your upper arms, pulling you back to press against his chest.  

- Whenever you’re with him, he wants to have your full attention and dedicates himself to obtaining it when he doesn't. He likes when you come to see him on your own accord, rather than him calling for or visiting you himself. 

- Top of the head and temple kisses.

- Somewhat rough, passionate kisses. He tries to convey all the emotion that he has inside of him into said kiss and you can most certainly feel it whenever he does. 

- Domineering kisses. He likes holding the back of your head or pulling you into his body abruptly, his lips searing against your own. 

- Soft pecks and kisses when he’s in a softer, happier mood, or when he’s dejected and you’re trying to cheer him up. 

- Lot’s of pet names; they show everyone in your general vicinity just how much he cares for you. He’ll call you things like “my queen”, “my jewel”, darling, honey, etc. Larry wasn’t sure how to respond when he first heard one. 

- He likes when you cuddle into him, usually wrapping your arms around his middle and nuzzling into his chest while he wraps his arms around you. That being said: he secretly likes being the one to cuddle into you. 

- Bridal carrying. 

- Sitting on his lap or standing by his side, holding his hand as he gazes up at you lovingly while the two of you speak. 

- He’s definitely attempted to seduce you in that smoldering “striking a pose in front of a roaring fire” type of way but all it managed to do was make you laugh before you tried to assure him that “No, no, you are sexy. It’s just cliché. Please Kah, I’m sorry, really”. 

- He enjoys telling you stories though you try to steer away from his family life and focus on superstition or his more happier memories; knowing that you’ll just send him into a mood if his brother comes up in conversation. 

- Him trying to impress you, whether it be with tales of his achievements or his efforts to “be good”. He lives off of your praise and craves it like nothing else; particularly because he didn’t receive much of it in his life. 

- Not many people give him the time of day or attempt to be nice and; at least, pretend to be somewhat amused/amazed by him; Larry in particular, so he appreciates that you do; even if he knows you’re at least somewhat faking it. 

- Speaking of him trying to impress you: there was this one time; possibly before you even started dating, that he just so happened to notice you looking at his arms and a lightbulb went off in his head as he realize that oh, that’s something that I can get her with.  

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“ You’re staring at my arms. Why,” he gasps and grins. “You like them!”

“ What are you talking about?” You reply a bit nervously.

“Youuu’re attracted to them!” He accuses confidently and you scoff; though a moment later you’re glancing back as he crosses them in front of his chest. “You are! Look, you’re looking again!” 

- He wants to spoil you so badly. He may just find a way to do so....

- Occasionally, he tries to be harsh with you but he just can’t follow through. You’re like the only person who’s nice to him so he wants to see you happy; even if he’s sort of mean at first. He always ends up doing what you asked in the end, usually pretending like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about while enjoying the kiss on the forehead that you give him for it. 

- He thinks you’re adorable and he expresses it quite a lot. He may or may not baby you every now and again for this exact reason. 

- Watching him fondly as he fiddles with things and acts like a goof. 

- If you haven’t noticed it yet, he’s quite dorky and cute when it really comes down to it. It’s fun to sit and watch him gush about something or just be himself. 

- Sneaking him out of the museum for a little while. He convinced you to go to the opera with him at least once. 

- He thinks your apartment is adorable; a bit unintentionally condescending in retrospect but he did live in palace, and he likes to snoop around your stuff.  

- He likes your gifts to him. In comparison to his upbringing, they’re quite quaint but the intention behind them makes him far happier to receive said gifts rather than a box of diamonds. 

- Always having his guards at hand no matter where the two of you go. 

- Letting him rant about his brother. You think Ahkmenrah is a darling but you hold your tongue and seek to understand where he’s coming from. 

- Trying to bridge the gap between the two siblings. According to an earlier version of the script, Kahmunrah was the one who killed his brother, though regardless of this, there is going to be some tension between them that must be resolved. 

- Telling him about the new world, he’s both greatly knowledgeable yet clueless at the same time. 

- Letting him talk to you about all that he’d hoped to achieve: the power he’d wanted, the throne, the statues, …you after the minute he saw you. 

- Getting a rather exaggerated introduction to people. He makes you sound far more important than you really are. 

- Getting looked at for backup in situations like the “tunic incident”. 

- Calming him down when someone or something angers him.

- He wants what he wants at the exact moment he wants it so he’s arguably a bit impatient; even with you at times. 

- Letting him “whine” to you and comforting him when things don’t go as planned.

- Assuring him that he is, in fact, big and scary and powerful. 

- He’s a little miffed that he can’t speak to your parents when they call. He wants to introduce himself, make a good first impression and make it known that you’d found yourself a wonderful and impressive future husband! They can get used to the fact that he’s a dead Pharaoh, can’t they?

- He’s an incredibly jealous individual though I’m sure you were able to gather that for yourself. He isn’t even subtle about it, immediately calling you away from the person or scaring them off himself. He’ll at least attempt to deny that it was because he was jealous but you’re both fully aware that that isn’t true.

- You’re his “precious jewel” and he’s going to do all that he can to ensure your safety. He’ll threaten death on all who upset you and kill all who hurt you. He isn’t risking losing you, he just isn’t.

- The two of you bicker more than you genuinely fight, sending each other little glares before one of you finally concedes. Other times, he’ll raise his voice and make threats though he isn’t frightening and fails miserably at being harsh with you. 

- He thinks you’re cute when you’re angry most of the time, which probably causes you to give him the silent treatment. He’ll apologize quickly if you’re really upset with him or fondly yet reluctantly on occasion; if you look particularly adorable with your brows all furrowed. 

- He tells you that he loves you quite often; especially if you’re alone. Its very important to him that you know he does, considering how often he felt unloved as a child. 

- Quite obviously, your future is a bit difficult to anticipate but he isn’t going to let you go without a fight. 

[adorhauer]

💍 The time I got “married”

I have never claimed to be anything more than a spiteful gremlin. So when people started giving me flak for not being engaged by 23, I retaliated the only way I know how. A year later, I was trying to decide what to do for dad’s Christmas gift. The conclusion I came to was, I got “engaged” last year, so it would stand to reason that the next step is to get “married”. Had things gone well since then? Was there even a date picked out? People needed updates. That’s why, in the middle of a June heat wave, I sent my siblings, sisters-in-law, and a cousin a message that amounted to, “You guys want to throw a mock wedding?”

Because they are also gremlins, everyone was on board.

The idea was pretty simple: I go to people’s houses and take pictures of them in their roles, edit to make it look like they were all at my wedding, and then get some bridal shots. My sisters were bridesmaids, the cousin was the maid of honor, and my brother took up an empty wedding album that was the last remnant of my parents’ marriage and pretended to officiate with it. Everyone lived out of state, so the first challenge was getting around to each of them. Dance parties were had. Some last-minute ideas were thrown together. Happy-fun-times ensued. Then editing came to crash the party like a bad hangover- and I would like to forget that headache. When it came down to the bridal shots, however, I got a little carried away.

“I am getting fake-married,” I thought. “So this has to be good.”

I pulled photos of Versailles, Buckingham, and a few other snazzy venues I liked. After lots of deliberating, I ordered a cocktail dress on the family Amazon account- the likes of which my dad happened to come across in the order history. I was sweating bullets the afternoon that I heard a startled, “Who ordered the swanky red dress off Amazon??” from the other room (he seemed to buy my story that it was for a wedding, which in turn made him sweat bullets. Dad was said to look over at his wife and say, “She can’t wear that to a wedding! They’ll eat her alive”).

Getting photos of myself and my little sister was hard. I claimed that I would be taking some photos to give to mom, so could (my sister) please wear something red and pose with flowers? For myself, I had one day where everyone would be out shopping for me to drag my gear by the big window in the dining room, take a few shots, and dive into the room before they could see their gift in the making. Donning the skin-tight cocktail dress I bought, I threw on my tiara and thick fur shawl before someone could burst in. I got my camera set up by the large open window, and quite a few pictures later I was finished. There was lots of rain that day, and the only reason I remember that is because it caused them to come home early. When my family clambered in soaking wet, I was perched in my chair in the living room- with a full face of makeup and sweats- trying not to let it show how much I was panting. The camera, still attached to its tripod, stood in my closet with the shutter cable swinging from the attachment port as they hauled in groceries.

“Thank goodness I wear this stuff all the time,” I thought to myself, alluding to the casual clothes paired with a beat face.

During the editing phase, I put all the wedding party in the same fancy room I composited out of several images. The floor, back wall, props, and people were all shot in different locations, or taken from online stock photos. When all was said and done, I sent the proofs to both the cousin who was in on it as well as my best friend. “All I can say is, oh you grown,” said my cousin. The best friend seconded the sentiment. 

“I love how you could actually be in Versailles,” she laughed, after the initial reaction of “SLAY!” (she had her chance to say “sleigh” but didn’t- ah, what a loss).

Christmas day comes, and we are hosting a small party with some out-of-towners. All the other presents were opened and the floor was covered in wrapping paper and forgotten ribbons. By then, dad knew there is a small, thin package for him sitting in the corner, and from what he saw the previous year, I could tell he was steeling himself for what was in that envelope. He glanced at my camera with some amusement as he declares he’s opening it. The photo on top was one of me.  “I’m a little freaked out right now,” he said as I snapped his picture. I told him him to keep going, and as he pulls each photo his laughs get more and more hysterical.

By the time he came to the wedding program, the house was filled with the sound of howling laughter over the 24-hour special viewing of A Christmas Story. All the while, dad made comments here and there. “Oh, you’re taking pictures for your mom, huh? Mary is catching the bouquet! Oh my- you used the wedding album!”

Taking a moment to wipe the tears out of his eyes, he passed the pictures around to the others. It was unanimous that my pictures couldn’t be outmatched. Afterward, and all through the end of that year and the start of the next, he pulled them out to show friends and brag about the lengths I went to for those pictures (he heaved a sigh of relief when I told him I lied about the dress). I gave everyone in the wedding party an update on how it went, adding that it was a bigger success than the previous year. After the crowd shuffled back to their homes, dad chose the collage of “bridal” pictures to hang on his wall of wedding day photos. When he finally got the frame to sit right, I studied my work.

“Just think,” I said as he was finishing up, “next will come the baby pictures.”

[bakusdumptruck]

Dabi Headcannons

hello :3 i hope you enjoyed your day today :) bUT ANYWAY here are some best friend Dabi headcannons!! also it’s a quirkless au so instead of his scars he has hella tats and piercings :)))

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Warnings: cussing, implied sexual themes (barely), nudity, marijuana, sexual assult

I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible! 

Ouuuu I hope you all are ready for this shit 

SO you and emo boy have been best friends since kindergarten 

After meeting, the two of you basically grew up with each other and were inseparable 

Throughout middle school and high school every one thought you both were dating since you’re together ALL THE TIME. 

Don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say all the time

You’d drive to school together, have the same classes, sit with each other at lunch, then go home together. 

Biittcchhhh you’d even have detention together

But anywayyyyyyy time skip to college days 

OFC you and Dabi are roommates

Living together was a ✨d r e a m✨

You both planned days where some of your other friends would come over and everyone would drink, smoke, and hangout 

During these hang outs tho Dabi would keep a close eye on you 

Baby boy is possessive. Even if you two aren’t dating you’re his and his only 😡no one can lay their eyes on you or even BREATHE near you... unless he trusted them 

Ouu bubs one day yall threw a party, invited all your friends and told them to invite who ever the fuck they wanted 

Bad idea 🤩

As you were sitting on the couch talking to a couple of close friends, a drunk fucker came up to you and got all up in your space

Baby you are a BAD BITCH, but you were too high and drunk to function at the moment 

The bastard came up to you reeking of booze and weed. The mf could barely stand and crashed on the couch next to you 

They started hitting on you and touching up on you without consent

hah. The fucker was boutta die. Dabi was watching the whole time.

(sorry the next part might be bad, but im trying :’-))

“Heyyyyyy babyyyy you lookin real scrumptious tonight” 

you and all your friends looked at him like 👁👄👁

“W-what are you doing here a-all hehe all by yourself?”

Normally sober you would’ve laughed in this bastards face and walked away but babes you were fucked up 

“u-uh I’m not here by myself silly hehe, my friends are sitting right in front of me”

Your friends already saw Dabi watching so they decided to just let the scene unfold, unless something bad happened before he could get to you

“Hmmm I don’t see anyone. How bout me and you go find a room and h-have some f-freaky time” *mf squeezes your thigh*

“E-excuse me I d-didn’t say you c-could touch me”

oop Dabi’s getting closer 

“C’mon baabbeeeee, just a little fuck won’t hurt 🥴I mean you’re dressed up like that so you must be asking for it. s-stop being a t-tease”

uh-ohhh they invaded your nono square 

“G-GET THE FUCK OFF ME”

you may be wondering what your friends are doing, but keep reading sweetie. I promise you’ll love it 🤩

“Stop being such a b-” WHAACKKKKK BOOM BOOMM

You best believe Dabi hit the fucker straight across the head with an empty bottle 

But thats not the only thing he did uh-uh nooppeee

Dabi pushed the fucker off of you, kicked their no no square, then quite literally threw them out of the apartment

After that situation he kicked everyone out 

During the whole thing you were still on the couch in a daze thinking about what happened and lowkey trying to bring yourself back to earth

When Dabi had everyone out and finished cleaning he went to you to see if the bitch did any damage before he got to you

“Hey bub (yes he calls you bub fight me) are you doing all right?”

You stared in his eyes and said 

“You’re pretty ya know that?”

He chuckled and carried you bridal style to bed

“You must be fucked up if you’re complimenting me so easy”

“It’s only the truth bitch 😤”

The next morning you woke up with a deadly fucking headache not remembering anything that occurred the night before.

Turning over you caught Dabi staring at you

“👁👅👁”

“fuCKING SHIT DABI WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STARING AT ME LIKE THAT”

He rolled off the bed laughing his ass off 

After his little episode he got you some medicine and food 

Baby, after yesterday you felt nasty as fuck

you smelled like a whole frat party, so ofc you decided to shower

Dabi insisted on showering with you just in case your headache came back and caused you to “slip and split your head open” 

He convinced you and its not like you two haven’t seen each other naked anyway or messed around 😗

Sooooooo ya’ll step into the shower

It was pretty big so there was some space between the two of you

you’re there minding your own business washing your face until Dabi said 

“...Since when did you get that ass” 

“😃 why are you staring at my ass”

You turned your head around to see him still staring 

“It stared at me first”

He poked it. He didn’t pinch it, grab it, smack it. No. He poked it.

“Dabi... what the fuck are you doing :D”

“Sorry... it just looked soft”

After that you both switched places and his ass was on full display

Smirking to yourself you brought your hand back and-

*SMAAAACKKKKK*

He froze and turned to look at you 

“Harder.”

And thats how you both ended up a laughing screaming mess trying to hold yourselves up in the shower 😭

“D-DABI AHAHAHAH WHY THE HELL-”

“IM SORRY AHAHAH IT JUST CAME OUT AHA”

“OUT OF EVERYTHING THO- I CAN”T FUCKING BREAATHEE AHH”

“WELL- well I mean if you’re gonna smack it at least go all out 😏”

“bye 💀”

The shower lasted about an hour due to making jokes and screaming out sad music at the top of your lungs

“AANNDDD IIIIII HOLY SHIT- WILL ALWAYS-LOVE YOUUUU- OUU FUCK”

When you two got out of the shower Dabi said “pose for the camera we look hot as fuck” 

He took out his phone and opened snap

This fucker captioned the pic “Normalize showering with the homies 🥵🥶”

Theres never a dull day with this bitch. 

[neversatisfiedwithlife]

for the mostly likely to thing, i saw these questions on a glee page awhile ago, but if you want to answer them for cazzie that’d be great :p

1. Who spends almost all their money on the other?

2. Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

3. Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

4. Who is the most affectionate?

5. Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?

6. Who wakes up first?

7. Who apologizes first after an argument?

8. Who is the nerd?

9. Who makes the other one laugh the most?

10. Who sleep talks?

11. Who hogs the blankets at night?

12. Who is the neat freak?

13. Who likes to surprise the other with random gifts?

14. Who buys the healthy food in the house?

15. Who has better music taste?

16. Who takes care of the spiders?

17. Who uses more nicknames

18. Who’s the little spoon?

19. Who suggests scary movies for film night?

20. Who gets jealous more often?

21. Who brings up kids first?

22. Who borrows who’s clothes more?

23. Who cries more during sad movies?

24. Who falls asleep on the other more?

25. Who says I love you more?

26. Who initiates kisses more?

27. Who initiates hugs more?

28. Who takes more pictures of the other?

29. Who leaves notes for the other one around the house?

30. Who gets drunk faster?

31. Who gets hit on more by strangers?

32. Who makes food for the house more often?

Most likely to:

(I love that you found it on a glee page! Anyways of course I want to do them!!!)

This is long so get comfortable besties😌 I didn't proof read so all mistakes are on purpose.

Spend their money on the other: Casey would spend a larger portion of her money on Izzie or just like on things they can do together. (I think Izzie would just be engrain to make her money go as fat as it can so she's more restrained or critiac about how/where she spends her money)

Which one drives the car: this one is simple, its Casey. Do we even know if Izzie drives? (Like ideally being the one who takes care of her siblings it'd help, but anyways. Yes Casey is the driver, I can see Casey love being the one behind the wheel. Also how she was with Sam I could see her as a back seat driver or like "why didn't you take this route" just asking stuff even if she tries not to. So in the end it's just easier to have her drive lol)

Which one gives the other a piggy back ride: we saw Casey lift Izzie up so I'm obligated to say Casey! (Okay so picture after a track practice Izzie is really exhausted; the work load of school and babysitting her siblings really hitting her that week. Casey offers her a piggy back ride, Izzie is skeptical at first, but Casey is so reassuring about it)

Who is the most affectionate: ooh this one is hard overall I think I'd say Izzie, Casey more initiates kissing, but Izzie just likes to be touching Casey. (While watching tv Izzie will have her hand resting on Casey's leg, or like sit close enough to where their shoulders touch, the way Izzie stretches out herself on top of Casey when they're in her bed. Izzie initiates hand holding)

Who falls asleep in the others lap: Izzie established cannot stay up for the life of her plus again we got the cazzie bridal style carrying scene!! (I think even more cuddled up to Casey she definitely can't stay awake, she'd just feel so safe and at ease. Lights out comes quickly lol)

Who wakes up first: Izzie is up first, again this is me seeing her as the caretaker of her siblings and not going on Casey's painful track running schedule. (Ik in that one episode Casey is up first, but casey was trying to avoid Izzie, anyways Izzie probably has to get her siblings up for school or just make sure they're fed and what not so I can see her generally being conditioned to wake up first.)

Who apologize first after an argument: I feel like this totally depends on the argument; who/what started it and what it's about. Generally both are good at apologizing and don't stretch out the argument (sorry if that's like a cop out and not a definitive answer)

Who is the nerd: Izzie without a doubt (i feel like she enjoys learning new things. Maybe she doesn't necessarily love studying school material all the time, but also I feel like maybe studying started as an escape or distraction from always being her siblings care taker and soon she just learned to love it. Or just loved knowledge)

Who makes the other one laugh the most: I say Casey, they both definitely make each other laugh but Casey takes it to another level. (Like when paige is at the door and Casey is like "do you think that's them here to kick us out in person". Casey uses humor to help Izzie unwind when she's too in her head about stuff.)

Who sleep talks: Casey, why do I feel like one of them actually slept tall? Am I hallucinating...what is happening. (Anyways I feel like Casey like if she had a nightmare or something she'd mumble in her sleep and like startle awake. Or of she's really stressed and overwhelmed she's in a more restless type sleeping state)

Who hogs the blankets: (I did answer this) But Casey hogs the covers, I'll add that Izzie is fine just curling up in a ball above the blankets and fall asleep. (Why did I have the thought they're doing laundry the blankets aren't dried yet but when they finally dry Casey finds Izzie sound asleep on the blanket less bed)

Who is the neat freak: I wouldn't say either of them are nec a neat freak, but I feel Izzie would want things in particular locations and Casey can just roll with it.

Who likes to surprise the other with random gifts: Izzie, though she doesn't spend large portions of her money she likes finding small things,knickknacks or like stuffed animals or just like a sweet, that will make Casey happy. (Having younger siblings that she actively has to care for has taught her that it doesn't matter the size of the gift or if it's sparkly)

Who buys the healthy food: Casey clearly didn't approve of Elsa's green stuff sticking out of the back so definitely Izzie. (Izzie enjoys her fare share of snacks but she knows the day has to be balanced with more than "empty" calories. She is patient though in finding the healthy stuff that Casey actually likes.)

Who has better music taste: I'd say Casey in that she would have a more diverse music taste, she'd expose herself to more genres and like eras of music (Izzie feels like a whatever is on the radio or popular on the music charts-this is not slander just vibes I get lol)

Who takes care of the spider: definitely Izzie (I can see her being the person who catches and releases it while Casey is just telling her to "squish it, squish it!")

Who uses more nicknames: probably Izzie, I feel like she uses a more diverse collections of nicknames for Casey. Just like whatever fits the moment. (Casey would just use Izz, dude and a choice pet name)

Who's the little spoon: IZZIE!!! Miss curl up into a ball and fall asleep, she'd definitely pull Casey's arms to wrap around herself.

Who suggest scary movies for film night: I think Izzie is the one to coax them into actually watching a movie, but Casey is actually the one who enjoys them more or is just less put off by them? (Casey totally teases her, never goes too far, about it before the movie.)

Who gets jealous more often: I feel like this belongs to Izzie, like she has more self doubt and insecurities about how much she deserves Casey.

Who brings up kids first: Izzie does, maybe they're studying and making useless conversations, they're on the topic of her siblings. (Maybe you'd thing dealing with kids all her life and an unsupportive mom would put her off; but I think it doesn't. I feel like Casey just genuinely never stopped to really think about kids. Or maybe she thinks she wouldn't be good with kids. Like yes shes amazing with Sam, but to her that's not the same. Izzie reassures her she'd make a great parent, if she wanted to be.)

Who borrows who's clothes more: I could see Izzie borrowing a shirt or hoodie to lounge in, but I dont see it regularly. (Also Casey I noticed wears like oversized shirts often so I dont think the fit of Izzie's clothes would satisfy her.)

Who cries more during sad movies: Casey does. It is something she will deny with her entire being, but it's her.

Who falls asleep on the other more: I'll choose a specific situation for this, not a general thing: when they're talking on the phone late at night I actually think Casey would be the one who ends up falling asleep. (Ik this probably meant literally but this is where my brain went)

Who says I love you more: I feel like Casey. (I feel like for Casey the environment she was raised in it just is easier for her to say it, or it comes more naturally. Izzie uses actions to show her love because sometimes the words I love you coming from her own mouth feel foreign).

Who initiates kisses more: Casey, I think she both initiates kisses and "steals" kisses more.

Who initiates hugs more: if I say Casey with no explanation you have to accept it!

Who takes more pictures of the other: Izzie takes more pictures of Casey (I can see Casey as the person who just loves to pull stupid(affectionate) poses that make Izzie laugh. Also idk I feel like Izzie would be less inclined to have her picture taken and Casey would respect that. They would definitely take pictures together inspite of that though because Izzie wants to capture every moment with her girl.)

Who leaves notes for the other around the house: this plays into the nicknames thing, I think Izzie would leave the most cute/ridiculous notes with like the most cute/ridiculous nicknames for Casey. (Ik Casey made the tarot deck but I can just visualize Izzie doing this lol, sue me.)

Who gets drunk faster: Casey. I see Izzie as the one who has more parties in her past, and ofc she drank so she has more tolerance. Especially being at clayton longer with the track gang and Nate 🤢 (Izzie having to take a drunk Casey home early because she can barely stand on her feet securely, this is when Izzie gets to drive 😌)

Who gets hit on more by strangers: I think Izzie, she gets hit on more by disrespectful men and Casey shuts that down right quick.

Who makes food for the house more often: Izzie, I think she totally loves cooking. She loves trying out new recipes and has a bunch of cookbooks.

[aestheticallyholland]

NEVER NOT | AFTER YEARS . . .

❃ PAIRING tom holland x fem!reader

❃ DISCLAIMER i do not own the artists (and the reader) that are going to portray the characters, but i do own some of the their names. the plot of the story is inspired to the book and movie 'to all the boys i've loved before' but with changes. the gifs and photos used in this series are edited by me but i get credits to the originals. also, this series is first posted in wattpad by me. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST IT SOMEWHERE ELSE !

❃ WORD COUNT 2.8k words

❃ AUTHOR'S NOTES you have reached the final chapter of my tom holland series, never not! for those who have reached this part, i would like to say thank you so much for taking your time to read this cliche story that i wrote originally on wattpad, and hopefully, you enjoyed and loved it. thank you also for the constant reblogs and likes for each chapter in this series. i truly appreciate every reblog and like you gave. i also hope that you are satisfied with the ending of this series. with lots of love, lei <3

NEVER NOT MASTERPOST | LEI'S LIBRARY

"All love stories are tales of beginnings. When we talk about falling in love, we go to the beginning, to pinpoint the moment of freefall." - Meghan O'Rourke

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"ONE MORE POSE FOR ME!"

Flash.

"And another one!"

Flash.

"Alright!" Y/N exclaimed and removed her Canon 90D DSLR camera from her right eye. "That's it for today, guys! Great job everyone!" shouted once more and looked at the photos that she took from the monitor of the computer.

She was doing a photoshoot for one of the famous magazine companies, The Hollywood Reporter. She was one of the photographers for the magazine company for almost a year already. She surely was so happy to receive a call way back a year ago before that she was hired. And, she surely was so happy to pursue what she dreamed of.

"Great shots, Y/N. Great as always." Someone said from behind her and Y/N could just smile at the compliment.

"Thank you, Millie." She said and looked at Camille. Camille became a fashion designer like how she always wanted to be. She worked alongside Y/N in several photoshoots just this year, coincidentally.

"Want to grab some coffee on the way home?" Camille asked as she prepared her purse and placed it on her shoulder.

"Sure," Y/N said and got the hard drive that was plugged into the computer since all of the photos were there. Not only was she a photographer but also one of the editors for the magazines. "But after that, I gotta go somewhere."

"Are you gonna go to that place again?" Camille asked and Y/N looked at her and nodded as an answer. They walked out together as they were the only people left there.

"I'll probably call Erika after you go. Just gonna remind her about the reunion that our family had planned for this weekend." Camille said while walking beside Y/N.

"But she'll probably be with Harrison right now," Y/N said.

"They're still together all these years? Never knew she was a relationship person honestly." Camille said.

"Me either. But, she's happy so I'm happy for her." Y/N said.

They entered the coffeehouse that was packed with busy people. The scent of coffee went to their noses as soon as they got in.

"I totally forgot that it's still Friday today," Camille said. "So many people."

They lined up in the long line since there was only one cashier available.

"By the way, have you seen the latest movie?" Camille asked Y/N and she gave a confused look.

"Which one?" Y/N asked back.

"I think it was the— erm— The latest Spiderman movie. I don't know the full title but I heard they just released a new one this month." Camille said. "Tom is in it right?"

Tom.

That name that Y/N will never forget.

Y/N smiled under her breath before answering her. "Yeah, I guess."

After that, they just waited for the line to be shorter and shorter until they were the next one to order. After they ordered, they stood in the corner waiting for their coffee to be made.

"One cappuccino and latte for Y/N!"

"I'll get it," Camille said and walked fast to get their orders. She mouthed thank you to the lady and went to Y/N's side again. "Here's your cappuccino," Camille said and handed Y/N her drink as they made their way out of the coffeehouse.

"So, I'll see you on Monday at work?" Camille asked.

"Always." That was what Y/N answered. "Take care!" She added before waving goodbye to Camille and went in the opposite direction as her with her drink in her hand.

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Y/N parked her car on the side of the empty road. After how many months, almost a year, of driving lessons, she could finally drive for herself.

Before she got out, she got her drink and her other things first and removed her coat. She got out of the car with her things and shut the door and locked it.

The wind suddenly blew her hair and she smiled at this great feeling. As she walked towards the sand, she took off her shoes and placed them in the same spot that she would sit on. Luckily, no one was in the place other than herself.

The sun was almost setting and the waves were still moving in the ocean. She had come to this place almost every day or at least most of the time. The light of the sun reflected on the sun symbol on her bracelet that he gave her a few years back. She sighed at the thought of him.

She had lost contact with him just almost a year ago because of his busy schedule but Harrison would be the one to tell her how Tom was doing and all. Well, not really lost contact but they rarely contacted each other for the past few months due to their work.

Although those had happened, she never stopped going back to this place that Tom wanted her to always go. This was the place that kept her alive and stress-free.

Their relationship had its ups and downs.

Tom became one of the most famous celebrities in the world ever since he got the role of being Spiderman. After that, he had more upcoming movies for the past years later on.

Although there may have been rumors about him being in a relationship with one of his co-stars, Zendaya, because of their roles in Spider-Man, her trust for him remain. Although at some point, it hurt her but that just passed away.

Overall, she was happy for him and for what he has achieved. She was so proud of what he had become. It didn't stop her from visiting his family's house and spending time with them.

"I wish you were here right now." She whispered to herself as the wind could not stop making her hair fly.

"And I'm here." A voice said from a distance but loud enough for her to hear. Her eyes widen at this very familiar voice and her eyes began to water.

She slowly looked in the direction of the voice that she heard and there stood the person that she has been waiting for.

He gave her the same smile that she would never forget. He still looked the same as before but he was more muscular now. He looked better in person than on the big screen or in his interviews. His brown hair is now shorter but still had curls on.

"Tom?" She whispered and he could just easily read her lips calling his name. He opened his arms widely for her. She then ran up to his open arms and did not think twice about wrapping her arms around him. He spun her around as soon as he closed his arms around her.

Her tears fell from her eyes while hugging him. When Tom heard her sob, he placed a hand on her head and stroked her hair. "I'm home, love." He whispered to her.

She pulled away for a while and admired him. His face features, his hair. Everything about him. She suddenly pinched his cheeks with both of her hands that surprised Tom.

"Ow! What was that for?" He asked as he felt the slight pain from the pinch. His voice is deeper than before and his British accent is kind of mixed with an American accent.

"You are real," Y/N said that made Tom chuckle.

She was still as adorable as always. Tom thought

"Of course I am. You thought you're hallucinating?" Tom asked her and she nodded.

"It's been so long to finally see you personally," Y/N said and she slapped him on the chest. "You kept me waiting you know!"

"I'm sorry, love." Tom apologized and kissed her forehead. "Four years, huh?"

"And three months," Y/N added while looking at him and grinned.

"You have been counting," Tom said that made Y/N nod. "I missed you so much." He said and pulled her for a hug again. "God, I do miss you."

"I missed you too, Thomas." She replied and noticed the scrunchie that was on his wrist. The same scrunchie that she gave him before. "You kept it." She said and held to his wrist where the scrunchie was and smiled at him.

"Of course. It really reminded me of you." He answered.

They decided to sit down and talked about each other's new life. Tom was surprised about Y/N's career since he never thought she would be into photography like his brother, Harry.

"Your mom really influenced me to go to that," Y/N said. "That's why I'm so grateful for her."

"I had a photoshoot in that company actually," Tom said and that made her eyes widen. "Really?" She asked.

"Yeah, but that was like two thousand seventeen or something." He answered.

"Your American accent is really showing up," Y/N said and smiled at him.

"Well, most of my roles required this accent which I'm good at, surprisingly." He answered.

"How long have you been here already?" She asked him, curiously.

"Just today. I told my family first and Harrison that I was coming back for a week's vacation. And, I wanted to surprise you." He answered and placed his arms around her shoulders. She placed her head on his shoulder and gave a relieved sigh. Her happiness cannot be measured right now.

"You wanna go to the water?" Tom said and Y/N suddenly ran away from him and giggled.

"If you could catch me first!" Y/N said and ran which made Tom scoffed a laugh.

"I will!" Tom said and chased after her. After a few seconds of running, Tom was a few inches away from her and scooped her legs and carried her bridal style and he walked towards the water.

"No! Put me down! The water is gonna be so cold!" Y/N said but Tom ignored her and laughed. Then, Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and forcefully pushed both of them down together to the water.

"Holy shit, the water is so cold," Y/N said as she raised her head up from the water as well as Tom. "Damn you, Holland!"

"You're gonna pay for that," Tom said and splashed her with water and Y/N did the same. Basically, the couple had a water fight. They kept laughing and splashing on the water to each other even as they stood up.

Tom then grabbed Y/N's arm and pulled her closer to him. They both wrapped their arms around each other and Y/N just gave a light laugh.

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"Do you have a towel in your car?" Tom asked as they got out of the water, their bodies and clothes soaking wet as they stayed there a while ago to watch the sunset.

"Yep. It's on the back. I came prepared." Y/N said as she gave Tom the keys and walked towards her car. Tom could just laugh.

Tom got the towel and wrapped it around Y/N's body and continued to hug her from behind. They decided to stay on the beach a little longer until they dried up. After a few minutes, they then went inside the car with Tom as a driver although Y/N insisted that she would drive.

They went directly to Y/N's apartment that she rented ever since she got her work. Tom parked in the basement of the building. As soon as they got out, Tom locked the cars and gave Y/N back her keys. They walked together and got to an elevator going to her apartment.

"How's your dad and Aria?" Tom asked as Y/N shoved the key on the doorknob.

"They are doing great actually," Y/N answered. "Aria got a job in New Zealand in tourism. And, will you believe that my dad actually got married a year ago?" Y/N said happily and opened the door.

"Really? I never heard of that." Tom said.

"Because we made it a private wedding so it's only our relatives and Mom Trina's family too," Y/N explained to Tom. "Mom Trina is an amazing woman and I'm glad they got to meet each other."

"Your mom will be happy that your dad is happy," Tom said and Y/N could only smile.

She placed her things down the counter table. "This is my home." She said to Tom who was looking everywhere in the apartment. "It's not that bad." He said.

"Yep. In my room, I get to see the city and the sunset and sunrise too." While Y/N was talking. Tom just kept staring at her, admiring her. He couldn't explain how happy he felt when he finally saw her again. He walked closer to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. This startled Y/N a bit but she held his arms and leaned her back to his chest.

"How did I get so lucky to have you?" Tom whispered and moved her hair away and gave a peck on her neck.

"Destiny, I guess." She answered and turned around to face him. She saw him looked at her lips and decided to close the gap between them by pressing her lips to his. Tom responded to the kiss and pulled her closer to him. As soon as the kiss became heated, she jumped and wrapped her legs around Tom's waist and he was carrying her. He then walked towards her room and shut the room by kicking his foot at the door while kissing and carrying her.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The ray of light hit Y/N's eyes as soon as she woke up. She felt strong arms around her bare waist and she smiled. She yawned and stretched her legs before she tried to move Tom's arm around her. She could still hear his soft snores beside her. His curls are really showing off when his head was on the pillow. She tried to get up but was stopped when she felt a hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her back to the bed. Strong arms wrapped around her again but this time tighter.

"Tom!" She exclaimed.

"Don't leave me here," Tom mumbled while his eyes were still closed and snuggled his head to her neck which tickled a little.

"Alright, baby," Y/N said and snuggled back at him. "But I have to cook breakfast. It's like almost lunch already."

"That was a long long night." Tom teased and Y/N felt her cheeks heat up as she remembered what happened last night. She slapped Tom's arm playfully who just laughed at her. "Let's do it again," Tom whispered in her ear with a husky voice and attempted to kiss her again but Y/N covered his mouth with her hand.

"Nope, nope. Not happening." Y/N said as she shoved his arms away from her and stood up with the blanket wrapped around her. "You better go and shower, Holland!" She exclaimed as she exited her room.

"Join me, then!"

"Shut it, Thomas!"

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"Alright, we're on our way now, mum," Tom said through his phone as he drove in the road. "Love you too. Bye." He ended the call and placed his phone down. His eyes focusing on the road.

"What did she say?" Y/N asked.

"Harrison and Erika are already there and there done preparing." He answered and she just nodded as an answer. He glanced at her and smiled, taking her nearest hand and intertwining their fingers together. Y/N looked at him and smiled back. Tom decided to stop driving for a while which made Y/N confused. He parked the car on the side of the road.

"What's wrong?" Y/N asked, concerned.

"I just..." Tom paused for a while. "I'm just so happy that I got to see you again," Tom said and looked at her deep in her eyes.

Y/N placed a hand on his cheek and smiled. "Me too, Tom." She said.

"I'll take you with me once my vacation is over," Tom said and her eyes widen.

"But I have work—"

"I already talked to your manager and he's fine with it. He's gonna give you a break for a while." Tom said.

"How is that even possible?" She asked and giggled.

"Secret," Tom said and grinned. "I want you to see my work and some of the co-stars want to meet you."

"Seriously?" Y/N asked. "You talked about me to them?"

"Yep." Tom answered, emphasizing the 'p'. "Even the Avenger cast wants to meet you."

"Alright, then. I'll get to see celebrities." Y/N squealed and smiled at him. "At least I get to see my boyfriend work. This is exciting."

Tom placed a hand on her nape and pulled her head closer for him to kiss your forehead and lips.

"I love you, my love." He said. "You are my world and my everything."

Oh, how lucky they were for each other.

"I love you, too, Tom."

Always.

Forever.

Fin.

❝ WE WERE SO BEAUTIFUL

WE WERE SO TRAGIC

NO OTHER MAGIC

COULD EVER COMPARE ❞

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[adrienscroissantx]

if youre still doing the ship ask game marigami because i am a little trash gremlin *t-poses into the void*

YES we love them

Who is the cuddler: mariiii is an affectionate child, and kagami loves it when she dotes on her.

Who wakes up first: kagami and marinette wake up pretty early together! They go to the farmers market on weekends and are both big into cooking and making breakfast in the morning. Marinette is a baker at heart, but she also likes making recipes her mother sends her for traditional chinese meals. Kagami is very tied to her culture and pretty much only practices Japanese cooking. Two of them be celebrating their unique cultures together and its sweet and wholesome.

Who makes the bed: it depends on the day and whose the busiest. They're both pretty responsible like that.

Who has the weirdest taste in music? Marinette just from being friends with nino. His music is infectious.

Who is the most protective: kagami. She adores marinette, and if anyone messes with her, shes very likely to get involved.

Who sings in the shower: Marinette!!

Who spends the most while out shopping: kagami. She has high taste

Who kisses more roughly: marinette

Who is more dominant: kagami

My rating of the ship: 9/10 i love them 💞 kagami in general is just so so sweet and i love how she isnt actually made too big of a rival in the show. Like at first, it seems like shes very intimidating, but the more you get to know her you find shes just awkward and actually wants to make friends. And when they actually become friends and marinette gets over herself??? Chefs kiss. They have chemistry and uh kagami has a sword and i want her to carry marinette bridal style.

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September 17: 3x07 Day of the Dove

I am incredibly discombobulated today—usual weekend nocturnal shenanigans I guess! Anyway it’s somehow midnight. Gonna try to write up these note on the Classic episode The Day of the Dove in as efficient a manner as possible.

Hmm, a planet with wavy pink Fraggle plants. I like it already.

But where is Spock? Very suspicious.

I really appreciate Kirk giving a little speech to set up the overall question/issue for us. (I know he does this all the time with the Captain’s logs but this is out loud and so… more obviously expository.)

Oh no, it’s our old friends…the Klingons.

I will admit that this ONE TIME, the Klingon is being reasonable. Like, it is reasonable to think that Kirk and the Enterprise attacked his ship, given that his hip WAS attacked, and who else would it be?

Three years of peace between the Klingons and the Federation? That is inclusive of the show so all this tension must technically be “peace” and also implies there was something more like a direct war going on, like, right before Kirk got the captaincy.

Zoolander voice: What is this, a colony of the INVISIBLE?

“We have no devil. But we understand the habits of yours.”

No takers? No takers on the torture? No volunteers to be mercilessly tortured by the Klingons?

Star Trek Beyond could have had Kirk and Chekov bond over being brothers! I mean, to other people.

They’ll kill 100 hostages at the first sign of treachery. He does know there are only 400-some people on the ship right? Maybe you should pace yourself, Kang.

Kirk’s so badass he needs MULTIPLE guns trained on him just to use the phone.

Oh-ho secret message to Spock. Which version of the iPhone will be capable of doing THAT?

The Klingons are “suspended in transit” is an awfully nice way of saying they’re just dematerialized atoms in space. Philosophy major and/or Bones nightmare fuel.

How did Kang not see this coming, by the way? Like, he just says “I’m taking your ship now, me and my 6 men versus your 400-some men, and I’ll do this by simply declaring it to be so. Now let’s beam up to your ship, where I’ll be greatly outnumbered, and there are armed security guards all around me.” Guess he’s been reading The Secret!

WIFE AND SCIENCE OFFICER

Aka the most important part of this whole episode.

Kirk’s face is very ?????? You can have both????

It’s legitimately not even important for her to be the science officer tbqh. Like that is so gratuitous. That’s just in there to drive me insane.

"We're prisoners, somehow, after I demanded to come on the ship, assuming they'd just give it to me without any kind of fight. How DID this happen?”

Federation death camps lol—someone’s been watching Fox News.

I do kind of wonder… is this an actual rumor that goes around the Klingon homeworld or is it something that the alien entity put in her head specifically to make her angrier right now? I mean it really could be either.

I also appreciate this episode for being pretty much the only one to actually attempt to give the Klingons a reason for being as they are. The Romulans… maybe aren’t well-described, but they do have a sort of regalness to them, appropriate for being related to Vulcans, and you can kind of imagine that they are the way they are because they’re Vulcans without the intense self-control. Plus they’re literally only in 2 TOS eps and in the second, the Federation are the aggressors. But the Klingons show up a half-dozen times only to be depicted each time as just like Cartoonishly Bad, aggressive, violent, and selfish for basically no reason. And I mean, some people really are!! But TOS has so much nuance in other places, that it always seemed a little disappointing to me that the Klingons are really just like ‘well we’re just bad and we hate everyone and we really like killing I guess.” At least in this ep there’s a little more added to that: that there is poverty on their world, that they feel aggrieved, that they feel unprotected, that taking and conquering is how they look after themselves…

I think that’s later in the episode though.

He’s detaining them in the LOUNGE lol. With their favorite dishes available to them to eat. Absolutely barbarous conditions.

I can’t believe Chekov is hanging in the elevator with the cool kids. Like, one of these things really isn’t like the others.

Kang is officially sure of himself for someone currently imprisoned in the lounge, that most fearsome of Federation death camps.

Hmm, could the glittery light alien have taken over??

You know what, that's a lot of tasks for Johnson to do all by himself: search the whole ship, fix the engines, and free 400 people.

Sulu would love this: everyone gets a sword!!

“Bridge. I gotta show this to Sulu immediately.”

Klingons have maintained a dueling tradition. That’s interesting. Finally some characterization going on.

Spock is really living up to his logical nature today. Everyone else has gone off the emotional deep end and he’s like “have you considered this completely rational explanation that accounts for the actual, observed facts??”

Whoops Chekov is actually an only child. Scratch that previous Beyond headcanon. (Interesting that his dead brother does really resemble Sam though—killed on a research colony??)

Love that Sulu knows that about him though.

Oh, that’s a pretty schematic picture of the Enterprise. I want that on a t-shirt.

Lol the pan out to the armory, now filled with… swords!!

Do ALL of these men have a fetish for swords? Sulu and fencing, Spock displaying swords in his quarters, and Kirk in his San Francisco apartment, and Scotty salivating over this Scottish blade.

“Klingon units.”

Finally Sulu gets his sword! It’s what he deserves.

Love that the shiny light alien also has a fetish for swords.

Oh no, it’s our old adversary, an alien life force.

What is the alien’s purpose? Um, I’m pretty sure its purpose is to start shit.

“An appropriate choice of terms, Captain.” I don’t even remember what this is referring to but I think it’s pretty clear that Spock is enjoying himself during a crisis again.

Bones, being so dramatic. Were there atrocities? He’s talking about the Klingons as if they were literally hacking off limbs—it’s a few stab wounds here and there, chill.

Oooh, time to behave like military men—strong words. (But I thought it wasn’t the military?? @ S**** P****) (This might not even be my best argument, given the context of this episode, but I’m sticking with it.)

This is like a giant game of capture the flag.

AU that’s just about the Enterprise crew playing capture the flag with the Klingons.

Sulu in the background standing guard with his sword

Damn, turning on Spock with the slurs now!!

Spock was absolutely ready to kill him. Like he would 100% have taken him out with a blow to the head. And he’d been doing such a good job of not feeling the alien’s effects so far! Admittedly, that was a strong provocation though.

Honestly, I really like this scene. It’s uncomfortable and tense and you can really see how the alien is bringing out the worst possible influences of their respective races. And I liked how Spock was definitely full on pre-Reform Vulcan for a minute there. It was a more effective portrayal of what that might have looked like than All Our Yesterdays tbqh.

A result of… stress?

Kirk got himself out of it first. He’s so strong. He knows himself so well, he cannot be outsmarted by any alien.

“We’ve been taught to think in terms other than war.”

“The alien brings out the worst of us—patriotic drumbeating…even race hatred.”

He’s so sad; he can’t imagine thinking like that about Spock :(

Sulu in a Jeffries tube! A man of many talents. It’s okay bb, take credit for turning on the lights.

The alien must have been getting bored. The Klingons must have been doing too well, and the playing field needs to be leveled for maximum shit-stirring.

“Let’s find that alien.” That’s how I ALWAYS feel.

Oh, Kang, you’re so close—“What power supports our battle but thwarts our victory.” So, so close to getting it.

ALIEN DETECTED.

Spock takes his sword, of course.

“Jim.” Obligatory Jim moments hit differently when they’re not so obligatory.

“Jim—stop hitting my protégé. And put that sword down.”

Kirk looks so sad, picking Chekov up to carry him bridal style.

Also in addition to ‘race hatred’ I think we need to add ‘rape-y tendances’ to the bad stuff that the alien is inspiring here.

“A brief surge of racial bigotry. Most distasteful.” Spock winning for understatement of the year.

They're assuming the alien is trying to test out their relative powers but I think it just wants entertainment. I mean, doesn’t it look like a naughty little thing?

Mara’s outfit is… little shorts? Interesting. Usually not my style but she makes it work.

Spock doesn’t even look at Johnson as he falls lol. Another one bites the dust.

“It exists on the hate of others.”

What does this remind me of? Oh, the Vast of Night and the whole “aliens made us do every bad thing ever” conspiracy theory. At least this one makes more sense, in part because it is not quite so overwhelmingly broad!

All hostile attitudes must be eliminated, he says, and there's Mara right behind Kirk giving him a death stare lol.

Kang is so obviously posing. Google Earth, always taking pictures.

Only a few minutes before drifting forever in space becomes inevitable? Good thing Kirk works well under pressure.

“Well… do whatever you can, Scotty. You know the drill.” Doesn’t even bother giving real directions anymore. We’ve been in this scenario before.

“So we drift in space, with only hatred and bloodshed aboard.”

And the 392 people below just get to…live in Enterprise prison, I guess.

Star date: Armageddon. So dramatic!

I’m not even making that up; that’s an actual quote. Can you imagine being an Admiral listening to this?

“Stop the war now.” An actual line, really aired on television.

Spock wants to threaten the wife lol. That's the old pre-Reform Vulcan seeping through. Surak who?

Damn, Kang is cold. “Eh, she gets the concept of being killed in battle.” They’re gonna need marriage counseling after this.

“There is another way. Mutual trust and help.” Yes that’s my hero!!

“No one can guarantee the actions of another.” Can’t remember the context of this entirely anymore, but great line.

The entity is loving this—multi-person choreographed sword fight!!

"Those who hate and fight must stop themselves. otherwise it is not stopped.” Another baller line. Spock has a lot of deep thoughts today. And so does Kirk. And Kang.

Kirk tries to reason with the alien. Nice try.

“Shoo. Shoo, alien. Off the ship, go away.”

Omg that last moment—Kang slapping Kirk’s back way too hard, Spock’s completely ridiculous wide-eyed expression when he does, like some sort of combo of amusement and confusion, and then Sulu just passing on by in the background….

Then the alien just yeets itself into space. And that’s the end!

Always feels weird when there’s no wrap up on the bridge.

Also, what are they going to do with the Klingons? They have no ship. They really did come out of this a lot worse than Kirk and co. No ship, huge casualties—and no one to blame even, but the alien.

I feel like the alien messed up a little in killing so many Klingons. Like, it could have accomplished its purpose, angering the Klingons and turning them on Kirk, by attacking the ship a little less violently—you know they’d react to 5 deaths pretty much the same as 400, and then there would be many more people to fight forever and produce that sweet sweet anger!

Maybe the alien’s powers aren’t strong enough to influence 800 people though. Also it wants equal forces and 800 people wouldn’t fit on the Enterprise, one assumes. So it still makes sense.

That was, of course, an excellent episode. 100% agree with is classic status, even though the main things I remembered going in were the wife + science officer bit, and everyone laughing at the end in a really forced, fake way, in order to make the alien go away.

I thought the Klingons were a lot better/more interesting today than usual. First, I think Kang is a better character, or a better actor maybe, than the others; he has a certain way about him that is… more watchable, more sympathetic. And he’s always saying these really dramatic things that make it seem likely he writes patriotic Klingon war poetry in his off time. Also, including his wife made them seem more… not human obviously, but normal. Not just cardboard cut-out villains. And of course the actual lightly specific motivations I earlier mentioned helped too.

Also, the plotting was very good: it built up slowly but surely over time, so at first the alien’s influence wasn’t that obvious, and then it became more so, and then it became horrifically obvious and extreme. And then you had to re-evaluate earlier moments: was that the alien changing facts in their heads, or a real part of the animosity between humans and Klingons? And it wasn’t always clear, which I appreciated. The tension when the people were at their worst wasn’t overdone, like in that moment with Scotty, Spock, and Kirk—or even in Chekov’s assault on Mara, tbh. The various strategies of the different sides were very entertaining too; there was never a dull moment, and they fit in a lot of straight-up actions and twists into 50 minutes.

The possible threat was truly terrifying, also: stuck in a space ship, forever, unable to die, feeling the worst possible emotions all the time, besieged, angered, despairing, fighting a war that can’t be won, being injured and suffering only to recover and fight again, and it never stops… A perfect nightmare mixture of insanity and violence and pain. And the alien, in encouraging hatred and anger, doesn’t discriminate between sides: they turn on each other just as much as on the Klingons, breeding paranoia and infighting. For eternity.

The episode also felt much more strongly anti-war than I remember tbh. Like it was not subtle. Kirk literally says “stop the war” in so many words. He has a part in his speech where he talks about the possibility of other aliens out there, encouraging other wars. And while I do think “maybe the aliens are making us do it” is a cop out explanation, or would be if it were real, the scenario gave the show a lot of room to say, like, pretty ballsy things: to include “patriotic drum beating” along with “race hatred” in a list of corrupting feelings they were experiencing; to show how the same instincts that lead to warring also lead to sexual assault and the aforementioned ‘race hatred;” to reveal the true horror of an endless war by making the participants unkillable and sticking them in a singular space ship in the middle of nowhere; to imply that the combatants of war gain nothing from it, but outside or third-party entities will pull strings of their own design to profit from the conflict as long as possible; even to make an impassioned plea to camera to stop the endlessness of the conflict. Like I can’t even totally unpack this but it is a lot!

Finally, it was also a great Kirk episode, which of course is my most important factor. He’s smart; he’s strong; he’s so sure of himself and his values that he cannot be manipulated to mindless hatred, he represents the values of the Federation, and the show itself; he treats even his enemies with basic respect and humanity; and ultimately, he saves the day.

Okay I was not efficient in writing this up at all! It is very late!!

[lostparker]

“i’ve got you.” p.p oneshot

pairing: peter parker x reader 

summary: when you’ve worked yourself too hard one night the roles reverse and its peter parker taking care of you for once. 

warnings: i dont think there are any, this is just fluff 

words: 1,685

A/N: i was feeling cute and wanted to write something fluffy and this idea just popped into my head. feedback as always is appreciated. i’m kind of nervous about this one cause i’ve not really done anything like this before.

note - this does NOT contain ffh spoilers 

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When Peter pulled himself through your window it was way past 1am. Tonight was luckily one of the nights he’d come back from his patrols unscathed and not requiring your help to patch him up. He’d sent you a quick message about an hour earlier to let you know he was okay but was still going to stop by. You hadn’t replied and he was expecting to find you already sound asleep in bed but instead, he found you cross-legged on your bed, textbooks open and spread around you. 

Peter took a mental note of how cozy your room looked. Fairy lights hung from the wall above your bed illuminating everything in a soft golden glow. Pictures of you and him were scattered among those of you and your friends, his eyes even landed on one of him in his suit posing stupidly, carefully hidden behind a couple of polaroids. The room always smelt light and airy, partly because you always had your window open for him but also because of the calming scent of the candle you had burning on your bedside table.

You were wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of sleep shorts. Your phone lay abandoned on the other side of the room, explaining the unanswered text message. There was a gentle hum of music flowing out through your open laptop which danced through your room and concealed your huffs of frustration at whatever you were reading. It was clearly not making sense to your no doubt sleep-deprived brain. He wondered how long you’d been sitting in your hunched position.

Peter let his eyes wander over you, still with your head in a textbook. He noticed how goosebumps were evident on your thighs but from the looks of the concentration etched into your features the cold wasn’t the only thing you hadn’t noticed. You still hadn’t acknowledged him yet. He didn’t want to scare you, but if he didn’t make his presence known soon he knew it would look really creepy. So, he stepped forward, hoping you’d notice him. When that didn’t work he cleared his throat. 

Still… Nothing.

You didn’t look up from your textbook. Too focused on whatever words were clearly not making sense on the page in front of you. Peter took another step forward. He gently touched the hand that was resting on the top of the textbook keeping it open. When you finally noticed Peter, still in his red and blue suit and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t glad to see him. You were happy to have something to focus on that wasn’t the nonsense ramblings of the textbook. You were even happier that something was Peter.

“Peter…” You whispered, not realising how gravely your voice would be from hours of silence. Your head was still fuzzy from trying to retain the information you knew wouldn’t be there in the morning. No matter how much you tried to hold on to it.

“Hey…” he copied your gentle and quiet tone. Sitting carefully beside you so he didn’t crush any paper. “What are you still doing up.” He brushed some hair out of your face, resting his hand gently on your cheek. You nuzzled into its warmth, letting out a shaky breath. 

“Um…” Your eyes landed on the clock on the wall over Peter’s shoulder, you hadn’t realised how late it was and because of how hard you’d been studying your brain wasn’t working fast enough to come up with a good explanation or at least a plausible lie. Peter just sighed. “Let me take care of you? Please.” You wanted to tell him that you were okay but him taking care of you sounded exactly like what you needed right now. 

“Have you eaten yet?” He asked, moving the textbook out of your hands and onto the floor, shifting slightly as he began clearing the other books off your bed and stacking them in a neat pile next to your bed. You knew you should have protested because you really needed to study but you were exhausted and there was no fight in you. 

“No…” You answered honestly. Watching as Peters face twisted in concern. You didn’t want to tell him how you’d lost track of time and had barely even taken a break to go to the bathroom. You knew he’d just worry about you taking care of yourself and he already had so much to worry about. You didn’t want to add to it. 

“Okay, let me get you something.” He muttered, not annoyed, just simply wanting to help you. You tried shaking your head, wanting to tell him that you were okay but your stomach grumbled in perfect unison to his offer and that was all the confirmation he needed. You didn't even have the chance to stop him because before you knew it he was up and heading to your door. 

“I’ll be right back.” He muttered as he snuck out of your room and headed towards the kitchen. Determined to make you something before he tucked you into bed. He scanned the room, looking for something easy that he could feed you. He settled on cereal. It was a quick and easy option and there was no chance he could burn down the house with that particular choice.

When he got back to your room he saw that you were slumped slightly and resting against your wall. Your eyes were fluttering closed with the heaviness of sleep and Peter wanted to do nothing more than to just snuggle you in his arms and let sleep consume you but he knew you needed to eat something first. When he sat down on the bed, a bowl of cereal in hand it caused you to sit up slightly, blinking harshly in an attempt to banish sleep. 

“It’s okay, I got you.” Peter whispered as he gestured for you to open your mouth before he lifted the spoon careful not to spill any on your bed or you. He proceeded to feed you until the bowl was empty and when he set it down on your desk he turned back to you. His face was calm, with nothing but care and adoration to be found in his eyes. 

“Want me to help you get ready for bed?” His asked, eyes scanning your face for an answer and when he noticed the little nod of consent he carefully picked you up in his arms bridal style. It caused you to let out a gasp and interlock your arms around his neck as he carried you to the bathroom. 

He sat you on the sink and began running a flannel under the lukewarm water before handing it to you so you could wash face. Once he’d helped with that he lifted you off the sink and helped you brush your teeth before picking up your brush from the cabinet and running it through your hair a couple times to remove any knots. The action itself caused you to close your eyes and almost lulled you to sleep. 

When he was done you tried insisting that you could walk back to your bed but Peter ignored you and picked you up in his arms again. Which if you were honest you were thankful for you were so tired you doubted if you’d have actually made it to the bed or if you would have just ended up passed out on the floor.

One thing you weren’t sure of was if it was the softness Peter was exhibiting or the utter exhaustion you were feeling but you didn’t at any point even protest him taking care of you. Usually, you didn’t rely on him so heavily and you’d never had him take care of you like this. It was usually the other way around, with you being the one he came to when he needed help. You were proud of being as independent as you were but tonight in Peters' arms as he looked after your every need you couldn’t help but just let go. 

He lay you down so gently, leaving enough room for him to slot in beside you and wrap his arms around you. He pulled you into him so your head was resting on his chest and his hands trailed aimless patterns across your back. Your breathing fell into rhythm with his as your limbs intertwined and you could hear the steady beat of his heart in your left ear. You’d never felt safer than when you were in Peters' arms. Tonight was no exception.

“Hey, I love you, you know that?” Peter mumbled into your hair as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“I do. You know I love you too.” You murmured as you tiled your head up, your sleepy eyes connecting with his that sparkled in the reflection of the fairy lights. 

“I know, I was just making sure you knew.” He whispered as his eyes danced over your features, taking in your dark under eye circles. You hummed something in response but the words were barely audible and Peter wasn’t sure he even heard them.

“I’m never going to stop reminding you.” He chuckled lightly under you. Knowing full well if you’d been more conscious you would have rolled your eyes at how sickly sweet he was being. “I will never not love you, I will never not care for you, I will never not look after you.” 

His words were the last thing you heard before you closed your eyes and let exhaustion engulf you, feeling secure knowing that Peter would be there in the morning when you woke up and you could tell him how grateful you were for him taking care of you tonight. When you were awake you would tell him how much you loved him and how much he meant to you. But right now you were snoring lightly. Peter looked down at your face, vowing he’d take care of you whenever you needed him too. Just as you’d done for him on so many occasions. 

“I’ve got you.” 

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Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [17]

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Your eyes were glued so where he had just stood before you. A vile mixture of emotions filled you up and you suddenly felt excruciatingly nauseous.

“Jack, I think we should go.”

“We haven’t been here long, are you feeling ok?”

“...I,” you continued to look at that spot, “I think my prawns were bad. I’m gonna puke.”

Your legs suddenly became weak. It was definitely just bad seafood. He hadn’t truly been there. He couldn’t survive in the sunlight. But... what if he had found you...? The last time you saw him, things had been on a sour note.

Oh god.

The blood left your face and a cold sweat overcame you. Anxiety had never hit you this hard before. You knew that if you took one step, you’d fall.

“Okay, you’re freaking me out. Can you walk?”

A bout of tinnitus began and you couldn’t hear him anymore. You felt dizzy. The intense shock and fear had rendered your body useless. You shook your head, but you couldn’t hear his reply.

Jack didn’t hesistate to sweep you up into his arms bridal style and you buried your head into the crook of his neck. You closed your eyes and tried to focus on breathing. Slowly, not wanting to make a movement too harsh to cause you to vomit, Jack carried you from the one side of Whitby, all the way to the other, near the crossing on the train tracks and placed you into his car. Your head rolled back and you groaned.

You felt awful.

With all of the unavoidable potholes and bumps on the road, the drive back to Robin Hood’s Bay felt like forever. By the time Jack was helping you out of the car, your head was spinning like crazy. Once again, Jack pulled you up into his arms and made no detour in taking you to bed. As soon as you were in, you blacked out.

A second fever dream came to you that day.

A wasteland of grey. It stretched out for what seemed like forever. The sky was grey as well. You turned around, coming to face a box. It stood still for a moment before beginning to violently shake. It rocked from side to side, and you expected it to topple over. Taking a cautious step backwards, you watched as the lid burst off. A burnt, mangled, steaming arm came out and pulled up a similarly singed body. Flesh had melted off, exposing bone, and part of her lip had gone. Her hair was thin, brittle strands and most of its volume burnt to nothing. Her blood had boiled to black and oozed from every oraface that had been created by the semi-burning of her being. You screamed but no sound came out.

“Bloofer lady...” her voice hissed.

As if it hurt to walk, she limped on both legs, nearing you with a crazed look in her eye. She continued to repeat those two words as she continued her way towards you. Every step she took, the more you saw just how badly burnt she was. Her skin had bubbled and festered with the heat, all kinds of bodily fluids oozing from burst blisteres. It had charred in most places where it hadn’t simply melted off. Smoke came from her body.

You trembled as you turned and standing some metres away was the figure. It was the burnt corpse of Lucy Westenra or the mysterious figure that had protected you from the flames last time.

Breaking into a sprint, you felt like you made no progress in trying to meet the man. However, Lucy seemed to be gaining on you. You began to cry.

When the first tear dropped down, the entire wasteland bloomed into green. The sky became a vibrant aquamarine and the sun burst free. The figure was before you in a second and it was him. It was his lovely smile, his adoring eyes, everything was still the same. He took you into his embrace and held you close, commanding the disgusting being that was once Lucy Westenra to leave.

“[First],” he whispered into your ear and your heart did a summersault, “come back to me.”

You jolted up in a cold sweat.

“JACK!” You cried at the top of your lungs.

There was a fanatic thud as he jumped from the sofa and made his way up the stairs to you. When he opened your door, you were silently crying.

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay,” he hurried to you, clambering onto the bed and pulling you into him, “it was a dream.”

“He was there,” you whispered, “and so was Lucy... but she didn’t look like Lucy...”

Jack knew what horror you had encountered in your sleep. He bit his lip and squeezed you tighter.

“It wasn’t real. It was a dream.” He reassured you, “here, I’ll go out and grab you some sleep relaxers, if you had bad seafood you’re probably gonna have some bad dreams.”

“That would be nice.” You smiled only slightly.

“Okay, why don’t you take a bath and calm down while I’m gone?”

You only nodded in reply.

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The bathroom was steaming up. You heard the front door slam shut and then lock. Jack was gone. You knew he’d be a little while considering how far out you lived. Tugging up your shirt, you sighed. Your body felt groggy and kind of disgusting with such a thick layer of sweat. When you were finally ready to step into the growing tub of water, you turned just to grab the book you’d brought in with you to occupy your mind and screamed so loudly you thought that you had broken your voice box.

The terror, first of all, of being accompanied in the bathroom whilst being naked mostly caused the scream. It was also the stupid grin he wore on his face and the relief that he had somehow... stayed.

“Finally, I was beginning to wonder when he’d leave. It’s been a while, [First]. You’re looking more delicious than ever.”

Your hands flew up to your chest and you pulled the shower curtain in front of you to conceal yourself.

“What the hell are you doing in here?!” You shrieked.

“Nine months, an almost death - though I suppose you thought me truly dead and mourned me - and all I get is a rather rudely posed question as to why I’ve come to see you? Didn’t you miss me at all?”

“You fucking asshole!”

“Darling, are you in shock?

“Shock?! You’re meant to be dead! You drank Zoe’s blood! That was poison to you! You- you-!”

“I trained Renfield well. And luckily for me, you trusted him with my body. The first thing I did when I was freed from the Foundation was have another box of my soil brought to me. Luckily for you, it was enough to revive me.”

“How long?” You inquired, squeezing tight on to the shower curtain. You felt too exposed.

“Just over a month. I’ve been looking for you.” He stated plainly.

“Did you know Renfield killed somebody?”

“Yes. Isn’t he a wonderful specimen? I thought that girl was the best bride I had. Turns out it was the lawyer all along.” He mused, obviously surprised at his findings.

It went silent for a moment.

“Ok, not to sound rude but could you, like, get out?”

“Why?” You wanted to stride over there and hit him.

“Because I’m naked?” You rolled your eyes.

“Trust me, I have no issues with that.”

“Well I do!”

And then it hit you. It had taken a moment of true conversation with him to settle in. But Dracula truly was here. He’d come back to you. He had survived drinking Zoe’s blood and had searched for you until he had found you. You wanted to cry. It would never be outed to Jack, but you had genuinely missed Dracula.

He was looking at you, waiting for you to make your move. You didn’t intend on standing there naked all day.

“Can you pass me my clothes?”

“They’re right there.” He pointed out. They were just out of arms reach.

“Yes, but I can’t quite reach them.”

“Sure you can.”

“Dracula.” You warned.

“[First].”

You huffed. He was standing very comfortably on the other side of the room. He wouldn’t help you. Gripping hard onto the shower curtain, you began to stretch forward. In your mush of emotions, it slipped your mind that shower curtains could actually move and when the hoops on the rail slipped forwards with your weight as you leaned down, you lost your footing in shock.

And down you went, backwards into the steamy water. Dracula could not hold back his hearty laugh and once you had regained your senses, you sent the dirtiest glare his way. You pulled yourself up and his laugh stopped. The smile melted off of his face and something glazed over his eyes. He inhaled, even though he had no need to. It was a reaction. Like when the doctor hits your knee and your leg jolts. The way the beads of water cascaded down your curves, every minuscule feature of your body from every line, to every freckle, he memorised it. The slope of your waist, the length of your legs, the shape of your collarbones, the birthmarks. And of course, the way the water rolled effortlessly over your breasts.

Holy shit.

He lost his breath and that wasn’t even physically possible.

He really did love you.

Immediately, you covered yourself once more and the scowl that settled in was deep and full of fury.

“If you don’t get out of this bathroom in three seconds, I’m going to have to kick your ass.”

“[First], sweetheart, I’m a vampire who’s been resurrected. I’d love to see you try.”

“I took Taekwon-Do for six years, I will beat your ass down.” You narrowed your eyes, trying you make your bluff more convincing. Of course you hadn’t really taken any martial arts. You just wanted him out.

“I have a better idea,” he began, “why don’t I just join you? That way we’ll both be exposed and there’s no need to be ashamed.”

Cue a shampoo bottle being thrown at his head. It was then that he decided to get out.

He stood in your bedroom having opened the window and looked up at the sun. He was so relieved to have found you. He felt like he had been looking for so long. After helping Zoe to a comforting death, he nursed himself back to health and the first thing he had thought of when he regained consciousness was you. Sweet you who had captured his heart. He looked up at the burning sun, fighting back tears of happiness.

‘Thank you,’ he whispered, though he didn’t really know who to. He didn’t believe in a God, and even if he did, he would be disowned by the omnipotent spirit. Maybe he was just thanking the force that had lead him to you time and time again.

You didn’t bathe, instead you dried off immediately and joined him back in your bedroom. Your hair was soaked at the ends and Dracula thought that it suited you well.

During the time that he had been gone, reviving himself, you had changed. You’d changed your haircut a little, and you seemed to have filled out just a little. Not enough to be too noticeable to most, but to someone who had spent so long drinking in the sight of you every time he saw you, Dracula noticed. He liked it on you.

You sat down on the bed, eyeing him suspiciously. He simply smirked over at you.

“It’s nice to see you again.” He confessed. You didn’t reply, but decided to start almost interrogating him.

“Since when could you live in the sunlight?” You looked between him and the open curtains.

“Apparently the whole time. Van Helsing was the one who figured it out.” So, he wasn’t going to call her by name anymore?

“I see... how?”

“Vampire lore, you learn to believe it after so long.”

“Like mirrors?”

“No,” he breathed a laugh, “mirrors are a little more complicated.”

“What about all things holy?”

“Well...” he looked down, sucked in his lip and then looked back up at you, “I’ll tell you, since I don’t think anything I tell you would embarrass me after our encounter two minutes ago,” you threw a cushion at him, “it represents the one thing I couldn’t do - that I was too afraid to do. Well, I got the strength but it turns out some things are just more important than dying.”

“Interesting...”

“Anything else you’d like to ask me?” He teased.

You pondered for a moment. Maybe without all of the trauma, it would be different this time around. There was only one way to find out.

“Will you kiss me?”

He didn’t answer. It had been much too long since he last saw you. It had been much too long since he last held you. He craved your touch, the warmth that you gave to him just by being close.

“Don’t bite.” You whispered.

And his lips crashed onto yours. Just like before, you were able to relish in the feeling of his kiss for only a fleeting moment before you were consumed whole.

You were back at that place where the sun shone and it was fertile with greens and flowers of every colour. The feeling that spread through you was euphoric. Dracula stood before you and he beckoned you with his index finger. You complied immediately and found yourself in his arms.

“Mine.” He whispered.

He pulled you close and pressed kiss after kiss to your neck. Here in this hallucinatory haven, you didn’t feel threatened by his lips on your neck. No, you felt so at peace. You felt like you could do anything. Your fingers found their way to the base of his neck, tugging at the lowest stands of his hair. You hummed at the feeling of his lips.

You gasped, and you were back in the bedroom. Dracula’s hand was on your nape and he was looking at you with such intensity that you felt like you could melt. He pushed you backwards, until your back hit the headboard and he stood, moving to the door and locking it. When he returned to you, he lay at your side and pulled you into him.

“Enough of that, will you sleep in my arms?” He mumbled.

“Why did you lock the door?”

“Privacy.”

You snuggled into him. Never had you ever felt so at home. You smiled into his chest as his fingers began to play with strands of your hair.

Both of you would be content on staying like that forever.

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[sketchy-saram]

To celebrate my return, I thought I would post this bit of writing I did a while back for Advieh and Felix. It’s not done yet, but hopefully you’ll enjoy it nonetheless! 💖✨

“Here we are. Glad I remembered this one.”

The kitchens were quiet for the night, with only a low bank of coals left aglow that would be re-lit in the early morning hours. Still, they made a cozy atmosphere for the sandstone room, their dim light reflected off of burnished copper cookware and soot-smudged bricks. All of these things were familiar to Felix as he nudged open the door of the secret passageway, eagerly pulling Advieh in after him. The two of them were rain-spattered and out of breath from running; the warmth of the room curled over them like a blanket.

“Are you still cold?” he asked softly. He could see Ad’s eyes, the color of aged brandy, as they quietly took in a room they no doubt had little reason to be in most of the time. They shook their head, although he could see gooseflesh on their bare arms and exposed chest. Such a liar, he thought, mentally chiding them good-humoredly. He wished he had the patience to just watch them more, but the desire to pick up where they left off out in the garden was so strong.

Indulging himself, he lifted a hand, running his fingertips along Advieh’s cheek, turning their head in his direction so that those gorgeous eyes fixed intently on him. Then gently--ever so gently--he stepped forward, urging them to follow until their back bumped against the solid wood of the counter. Every movement he made was deliberate, exaggerated, and easily dodged. Advieh did not make any indication that they wanted to leave, although he could see their pulse quicken on the side of their neck. That set his own racing again, like horse hooves thundering across an open field. Well, he would warm both of them up soon enough.

He let his hand slide back, barely tickling over the curve of Ad’s ear, then delve into the glorious richness of their hair. As if the scarlet color of it had bewitched him, it was something he never seemed to get out of his mind. To be able to touch it like this was heaven, and he wrapped some around his fingers just to revel in the weight of it. Advieh’s eyes, still bright, followed his movements. Their chin was tilted up, always held aloft in such a haughty pose...Gods, it was enticing. With a small smirk, Felix gave a testing tug, forcing that stubborn chin up further. The accompanying sound of surprise, just a small exhale, broke what small tether of reason was keeping him together.

Felix buried himself in the crook of their neck, his lips seeking out every single freckle so that he could give them his individual attention. After an evening at the Raven, Advieh’s skin was such an enticing array of smells: woodsmoke, rain, sweat, foreign cigars, and whatever spicy scent it was that they usually wore all rolled into one. The combination was more intoxicating than anything he had drank that night. Their robe, which was now invitingly thrown open over their bare chest, gave him the perfect entry point for his other hand, which journeyed up along Ad’s warm and sculpted muscles to caress their neck. They might have been slight in build, but Felix knew how hard they worked, how often they trained; in a one-on-one match of strength, he would stand no chance. And yet right now, that magnificent body was molded against his, pliant, yearning; he was granted up-close access to every muffled moan, to every shudder, to each and every little detail of their arousal.

It was everything he had dreamed; it wasn’t enough.

With a huff, Felix plucked them off the floor, sitting them on the countertop so that he could gain even better access. Their legs wrapped around his waist without hesitation, although they still seemed unsure about grabbing him; one hand was firmly pressed against their mouth, the other curled against the wooden counter. Feeling more breathless than he had after running here, he pulled back to glance at them and shake his head.

“Hey, don’t do that. I want to hear you,” he said, the words echoing around the empty kitchen walls.

He didn’t wait for a reply; couldn’t wait. His teeth found one nipple, and this time the sound they emitted was unfettered by their hand. Instead, he felt nails dig into the fabric of his tunic, grazing his back. He shuddered at the sensation. His tongue lapped gently at the places where he had bitten, then returned to suck on them to a chorus of heavy breathing in his ear as Ad’s head fell on his shoulder. Its weight was something Felix felt profoundly. It wasn’t surrender...it was trust.

When he felt he had properly attended to their chest--and the presence of several blooming bruise-colored bites agreed--he turned and nibbled his way along their earlobe, feeling them squirm against him.

“What is it?” he said, so close that it was less than a whisper. “What do you want me to do?”

“I…” Ad’s voice was rough and low from disuse, and they couldn’t seem to form the words. Why was saying what they wanted so difficult? Felix knew that about them already, but he so desperately wanted to hear it. He wanted them to acknowledge it. If they had only asked, he would have given them anything. Did they even know? How could they possibly? The emotions in him any time they were near were almost enough to crush him. Could you possibly love someone so much and survive it? Maybe it was best if they didn’t say the words out loud--if feeling them left him so raw, what would saying them do? It was such a scary thought.

To distract himself, he took their head in his hands and tilted it, gaining access to their lips at long last in a deep and drugging kiss. He tried his best to pour all of those feelings--the indescribable joy at seeing them, of hearing their voice, of sitting down to a meal together, of playing a card game with the sound of rain outside, or the accidental brush of their hand against his--into that desperate contact. Advieh, for someone who Felix didn’t think had ever been kissed before him, responded with a surprisingly unbridled enthusiasm that was only a bit hesitant, and grew to rival his own fervor. With just the briefest stops to drag in air, Felix kissed them again and again, every bit of his heart turned inside-out and bared to them. If it was possible to get closer than this, he didn’t know how, and yet it still left him yearning. Every part of him ached and burned like it was on fire. He thought if this didn’t stop he might die, but knew that if it DID stop he would certainly die all the same.

“I…” he began, mirroring Ad, his lips on the side of their bruised mouth. I love you. I love you. I love you. I— “I want to...can we…can I?” His brain couldn’t seem to connect to the rest of him. Ad’s hands were running through his hair and it was making it hard to think.

“Yes,” they responded quickly, their own breath coming at a sprint. And it was a coin-toss for a second whether Felix would take them right there in the kitchens, but at the last moment he seemed to think better of it. He bit the inside of his cheek hard.

“Let’s, ah, go to your room then,” he managed to say, in what he was pretty sure were actual words. Ad, whose eyes by now shone brilliantly gold, blinked lazily at him and looked around as if they were only just now aware again of their surroundings.

“Oh, ahh...yes, I think that would be...appropriate.”

Loath to lose their proximity and physical contact, Felix nodded, then in a quick motion put one arm under their legs and wrapped the other behind their back, lifting them up in a bridal-style carry. As he suspected, they were so slight that the effort wasn’t much, although he did make a mental note to start working out more often. Gratifyingly, their arms wrapped around his neck, although they let out a startled huff.

“Wait a minute--I can walk, you know!”

“That you can. Quite well. Almost like you’ve been doing it for years.”

He headed out of the large kitchen doors into the resounding silence of the palace beyond. In the high-ceilinged halls of purples and golds, it felt like they were the only two people alive.

“What if someone sees us?” hissed Advieh in a panicked whisper.

“Stop wiggling or I’ll drop you.”

“You should put me down! This isn’t...it’s not…”

“Not what? Proper?” For his own part, Felix was absolutely thrilled. Less by the prospect of someone catching them, but more from the simple domestic closeness of the two of them being the only ones awake, talking together in the middle of the night. He couldn’t stop the wide smile from lighting up his face, and he almost laughed in utter delight.

“No! Ugh, arguing with you is just useless...why are you smiling? Oh, just please hurry up, will you?”

You have no idea how precious you are, Felix thought, and candidly leaned over and placed a kiss on Ad’s forehead. That seemed enough to quiet them, and even in the darkness, Felix thought their golden Prakran skin was once again looking flushed.

They reached the second floor with little issue, though at one point there was the faintest creak of wood that had Ad’s arms tensing around him in a noose-like grip that he had to tap out of.

“It’s just old wood,” he croaked, until finally they loosened their arms a fraction.

“Oh gods, if someone sees us like this…”

“Imagine if they saw how we’re going to be in a little bit.”

Their mouth opened and closed wordlessly, like a fish. Felix chuckled to himself as he managed the last few feet, fumbled with the handle, and let the two of them into Ad’s personal quarters. As soon as the doors were firmly shut behind them, he deposited them into the large desk chair of their office, a room that was now as familiar to him as anywhere else in the castle. One place he hadn’t been yet? Advieh’s personal room, behind the doors before him. He looked at that final barrier now, his mind awake again and somewhat cleared from its earlier fog of desire enough to think.

Was this really okay? Was Ad also having second thoughts? Not that these were ‘second thoughts’, exactly. Felix would have gladly had...relations with them much earlier, but by the same token, he could also wait longer. He could even wait forever--it wasn’t important. Sure that connection was nice, and Felix had enjoyed sex before, but the true deciding factor was how Advieh felt about it.

And so, even as Ad was grumbling and re-adjusting their clothes after being unceremoniously carried, Felix reached out a hand and placed it gently over theirs, causing them to still in confusion.

“Are you sure?”

“Huh?”

“Are you...are you sure that you’ll be okay?”

As what he was saying sunk in, Ad’s face flamed again in the low-lit lamplight. They were so easily embarrassed...learning that had been such a surprise, when normally they presented themself as cool and immovable marble. Nothing could have been further from the truth.

“We don’t have to do this, if you’re not...if you don’t...if you don’t think you’re ready. It’s okay.”

Ad’s mouth twitched, as if they were thinking of several different ways to reply.

“Don’t...don’t be silly. I’m fine. This isn’t...well, it is my...ahem. You don’t have to worry about me.” Yet even as they said it, Felix could see them stiffening up before him, tension flooding back to their body and leaving it taut as a bow string. Well, he wasn’t against working his way up to the big finale, as it were--they would just have to get Ad relaxed again.

“Okay, I believe you. But I hope you’ll indulge me then, if I want to take my time. The lead-up is very important.”

They quirked an eyebrow at him.

“And what would you call all that in the kitchen, then?”

He smirked.

“I like lots and lots of lead-up.”

[anastasiaskarsgard]

BAD IDEA

No one asked for this but here it is. Smutty smut drunken NSFW 18+ filth for your reading pleasure.

If you had any sense, you’d have stopped drinking hours ago and be in bed by now... but where’s the fun in that?

Your head felt somewhat heavy but light at the same time. It was more of a foggy feeling really. Honestly, you couldn't exactly pinpoint how you were feeling. All you knew was that it was the moment before passing out. The feeling of the alcohol being a little bit too much but not quite enough to push you over. Though you couldn't even recall why you were at the bar right now. In fact, now that you were thinking about it, you were alone with no idea where your friends had gone.

You turned slightly on your bar stool and leaned against the bar. The martini you were holding spilled over a bit as you moved, but you barely noticed or cared. I mean the glass was a terrible design. Far too easy to spill. You sipped at the remains of it absentmindedly as you surveyed the room. Where had your friends gone? Why did they do this to you? Invite you out and then ditch you. You needed a new friend.

Then you saw him. The most delicious man that you had ever laid eyes on was sitting farther down the bar. He was long-limbed with silky chestnut hair. Long legs, angular sharp features and my God those lips. He looked very broody too. Just your type, and he was all alone too.

You got up and walked over confidently, flashing your winning smile that often brought men to their knees, and struck a pose. He didn’t even seem to notice, as he looked back down at his glass disinterestedly.

He didn't say anything, and you wondered if he was already trashed. You poked him to see if he was even aware of his surroundings. He coldly glared at you.

Wow he was even better looking head on. You smirked at him mischevioisly. Aaannnnddd nothing. Wow!

“You responded! I was wondering if you were plastered already. Wait... you did just respond right?” You asked giggling.

“You realize that you're drunk?” he asked.

“False statement!” you sang in a sing song voice. “I'm very tipsy, and if I have one more I'll be drunk, but I'm definitely not there yet.” You tried to take a sip of your drink, but realized it was no longer in your hand. Confused, you looked around, trying to find it.

He was clearly skeptical, or at least, you thought so. The changes in his facial expressions were so minute that it was hard to tell. His eyes were green and very pretty though. Almost like emeralds or that crazy green algae in aquariums.

“For the sake of peace, how you take a shot with me, and then we'll both agree that I'm drunk!” You winked at him.

He didn’t react, just looked away again, ignoring you. It was a shame he was so good looking and such a poop. Seemed like a waste. You didn’t care that you were staring at the side of his head. It was pretty amazing how good he was at blocking you out though.

“What kind of drunk are you?” you suddenly asked.

“Excuse me?!” he demanded, snapping his attention back to you.

“How're you drunk? You look like a moody drunk to me.” You nodded slightly, agreeing with yourself like you’d just given some sage advice.

“I don't get drunk."

“Nu-uh!” you disagreed. “That's a lie and green eyes don't lie, and you have such lovely green eyes. Green eyes only get jealous!”

“You must be a stupid drunk,” he muttered to himself.

“No! Stop lying green eyes! You're not supposed to lie. I'm a horny drunk, and I'm not horny enough to be drunk yet,” you shared.

“Why are you bothering me?” He seethed.

“Because you're gorgeous. Also I lost my friends, and I want you to get drunk with me. I’ve had the worst week in my life and I never go out or get drunk. I’m the most responsible bitch you’ve ever met!” You said waving your arms dramatically. You leaned in and spoke breathily in his ear “but not today, today I’m all about terrible decisions, and I’ve never seen a better bad idea than you.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed, “if I buy you a drink, will that make you go away?”

“Maybe,” you confirmed. “But you need to get another one too and drink with me!” You turned to the bartender and got his attention.

“Another martini for me and a... whatever he had before for green eyes here! Plus we need two shots of something that tastes nice. He's paying,” you told the bartender.

In your tipsy state, you didn't notice the way the bartender looked to the man next to you for confirmation, Nor did you notice the way your green eyed man nodded at the bartender. You were too focused on admiring his face.

When the bartender returned, you both took your shots, then you made sure that your green eyed man was drinking his drink before downing your own.

“Now I'm drunk!” you declared happily.

“Good. Now go away.”

You pouted. “But I don't know where to go, or even how to get there. And you’re my bad idea. Are you drunk yet?”

“Ugh.” He was obviously very sick of you. “I'd have to be in order to deal with you." He signaled the bartender who promptly brought him another drink.

“Where's my drink? How come you get another one!” You whined.

“I'm not buying you anymore. Go away.” He glared at you. He was not very nice at all and normally you’d never let someone speak to you this way, but you were drunk and he was pretty.

“You're mean! Ummmmm...”It occurred to you that you didn't know his name. “What's your name again?”

He looked at you with disbelief. “You don't know who I am?”

“Noooooooo.” You were confused. “Do I know you? Because if You know me then you know I’m not being myself and you should be way more confused like me. I don’t remember everyone I meet tho. Don't take it personally. Oh God, we've met before. . . Did you maybe get a haircut? what's your name again?”

He laughed, but it didn't seem very happy, more like a calculating laugh. It gave you the shivers. You wanted him to make you shiver in other ways.

You got distracted by his eyes again. As he drank, you watched him, entranced. He wasn’t as good at ignoring you though, he checked you out, and then looked up to see you staring and glared at you again.

You stood up abruptly, and grabbed the sides of his face, kissing him. You bit his lip, dominating, but then he began to kiss back. Soon you were fighting him for control. His hand was in your hair, pulling it to get your head at a better angle for him. You pulled away and thrilled at the fact he had been so responsive.

You bit your lip and whispered in his ear, “I don't live too far from here.”

“Where?” His voice was slightly husky.

You rattled off your address for him, and suddenly, he had your arm and you were both leaving. This was kinda surprising. He went from stone cold to let’s go in record time. Walking was proving to be a bit difficult in the gravel wearing heels so he picked you up like you didn’t weigh anything in a bridal hold. He smelled nice, so you snuggled up against him and let you carry you, grinning like an idiot. He lightly kissed your forehead and gently rubbed shapes in your skin where he held you. It was very soothing and almost sweet.

Suddenly, he set you down and you found yourself looking at your door. You didn't know how he had gotten you to your apartment. He'd distracted you the entire way with his kissing and touching. You fumbled for your keys and had a very hard time getting your door open. He made it harder by kissing your neck the entire time. This was the best idea you’d ever had.

As soon as your door popped open, he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and walked inside. As soon as the door was closed, your back was against it and he was kissing you again. By now you'd lost the battle, and he was in complete control, and you were loving it. He was so dominant, and losing yourself in someone was just what you needed.

You began to unbutton his shirt, wanting to know what his chest felt like, wanting to feel his skin. He broke away for air, and you took the opportunity to unhook your legs from around his waist so you could unbutton the last few buttons. You removed his shirt and threw it somewhere. At this point, you were standing so you kissed your way down his chest and to his belt. Unhooking his belt and quickly pulling it off, you took the opportunity to make a mad dash for your room He caught you before you made it, and you dropped his belt as he picked you up. You squealed with excitement as He carried you into your room and dropped you on your bed. Then he was on top of you, kissing your neck as his hands made their way up your shirt. One unhooked your bra as the other pushed the cups up and away from your breasts. His thumb moved over your nipple lightly causing you to gasp slightly. He cupped your breast with his hand and brushed the nipple, harsher this time causing you to moan. Then his hands were both tugging your shirt off.You were quickly topless and his eyes were on your chest before he dipped his head down and his mouth was around a nipple. He licked and bit it lightly. But you forgot about his mouth completely as one of his hands found its way under your skirt and cupped you from over your underwear. You arched into his hand as it pressed against you and moaned lightly. He pushed your underwear aside and two fingers slid into you. You began to moan and buck your hips into his hand as his fingers pushed in and then pulled out slightly. He pumped his fingers in and out a few times before smirking at you. “What a good girl. You're so wet for me.”

You whimpered as he got off of you and the cold air made you shiver. He yanked your skirt and underwear off before undoing his pants. You watched fascinated as he pulled his pants and boxers down. He was gorgeous everywhere. His skin was flawless, and he was nicely toned with broad shoulders and a prominent V line. Speaking of that area, he was very nicely sized, downright impressive. He could walk around naked and not have a single insecurity you decided.

You didn't have much time to admire his body, as soon as his pants were off he was on top of you and between your legs again. He pushed into you quickly not giving you very much time to adjust before he was pounding into you. His thrusts were hard and fast leaving you convulsing and moaning beneath him with screams and moans leaving your lips with reckless abandon. You didn’t care if you looked crazy or pissed off the neighbors.

Soon his rough pace had you seeing all white and reaching your climax. You shook and convulsed beneath him, clenching around his member but he fucked through it. He kept going and soon you were starting to build up again. You were almost seeing stars again when his pace sped up and he crushed his lips into yours, kissing you possessively as you both climaxed. He stayed inside you, giving you sweet kisses and rubbing his nose against your cheek. It was a stark contrast from the way he just fucked you.

You started to rock your hips again, and then quickly flipped him over so you were straddling him, smiling triumphantly.

He was apparently not amused by this and you found yourself face down in your mattress. His hands pulled your hips up and he roughly entered you from behind. His pace was fast and hard again but you were enjoying it. His hands were holding your hips in place tightly and you held your upper body up with your arms. At some point he reached forward and hooked your mouth with two fingers pulling your face so he could see you, growling the most dirty delectable things at you. That sent you over the edge and you were completely undone. Never in your life, had you cum like that. He came soon afterward and you both collapsed onto your bed. He pulled you over and kissed you on your head affectionately.

It was crazy how he could go from ice cold asshole, to passionate savage lover, to soft sweet cuddler in the blink of an eye.

Staying awake seemed impossible, and in your hazy state, you didn’t care that you’d just had unprotected sex with a total stranger, or what ever happened to your friends, or what your neighbors may think of your loud shameless fucking; there was still something you wanted to know. “Green eyes? What’s your name?”

He tensed up a bit and hesitated. You could practically feel him thinking before nuzzling into your hair and whispering in your ear....

“My name is Roman Godfrey.”