#flight is a bonus ofc

[farshores]

Thinking bout Tei doing the whole meeting w Tulius and Ulfric for the peace treaty thing and like

Tei went to the latter first n there was... plenty resistance (seeing as the Argonian had some history w the Nords of Windhelm. There's a few less of em harassing the Dunmer now is all I'll say)

But Tei being all to okay with abusing their powers prepped for this beforehand by using Bend Will on a pair of dragons to fly over and attack the main part of the city. And they just sat there waiting for an agreement before slaying em both. And they were gonna do the same strat in Solitude but Elisif (who is more involved in the whole CW thing in my universe) immediately agreed to it before any convincing needed to be had.

Needless to say tensions at the council were high and not exactly between the Empire and Stormcloaks like in game

[aimedis]

lovely & vincent headcanons 🧛⚡

“god, your kisses are fucking nuclear...”

for lovely's birthday one year, vincent bought them their dream car. he took them to the dealership and asked, "if you could have any of these cars, which one would it be?". he let them point at the car he knew they've always wanted, dropped the keys in their hand and said, "it's all yours." (lovely was in shock for days)

lovely always finds themselves falling asleep quite often around vincent. it's because they spend a lot of time in fight or flight mode subconsciously and he just makes them feel safe

literally saying "vincent, i'm tired" every time there's five seconds of silence

lovely and vincent are both horror movie/game wimps (grown ass vampires scared of pixelated ghosts)

vincent is always incredibly empathetic with other vampire's turnings (especially lovely's)

vincent was 100% ready to let lovely go if they didn't want to be turned. he would rather grieve them than have them talk to him the way he talked to william

their song is rewrite the stars by james arthur & anne-marie

lovely and vincent are always always around each other. where one is, the other is not far away even if you can't see them both (aside from work and stuff ofc)

they are always looking for one another in a crowd when they're rarely apart for two seconds

always touching too, even if they're arguing or not speaking to each other they're always holding hands or touching some part of the other's body

they wear each other's crowns sometimes

vincent is always slapping lovely's ass. and whenever lovely gets caught off guard, they release electricity from their body (even post turning) so vincent is always getting shocked but he refuses to stop

vincent's favourite hobby is kissing all over lovely's face or being corny to them (especially in public) just to embarrass them (because they get embarrassed very easily)

lovely hates it but they can't help but laugh when they're done hitting him

lovely loves ignoring vincent as a joke. not responding when he's being clingy or talking to them, pushing his face away when he's trying to kiss them, and saying "what's that noise?"

vincent enjoys finding new ways to get their attention, both innocent and nefarious

whenever lovely has nightmares, vincent always wakes up before they do. he can just feel their distress like it's his own, not even just because of the maker/progeny bond they have

vincent puts lovely's shoes and jewellery on for them whenever they're going out for date night, outright refuses to let them do it for themselves because he loves doing it so much

in turn, lovely always does vincent's eyeliner for him on a daily basis (he says they do it better than he ever could) ((bonus if lovely can never do eyeliner on themselves))

lovely and vincent are so obsessed with each other, they literally get jealous so easily. not because they don't trust each other, they just hate the idea of anyone touching/talking to their partner the way that they do

when lovely gets really excited they either start hitting vincent a billion times or they jump into his arms and he has to spin them around to get the zoomies out while they both giggle loudly

they love playing minecraft and animal crossing together in bed

after the summit, lovely was reliving the trauma that came with watching another vampire get their head ripped off/adam's name being brought up and they had a panic attack in vincent's arms the second the two could get a moment alone

the entire time the queen of the house of baz was talking to vincent, lovely was just staring at the ground while squeezing vincent's hand as they tried to fight off the panic. but when vincent finally got away from people, he pulled them outside to the car to get some fresh air while they cried and shook in his arms

their way of dealing with traumatic events/stress is just holding each other for a long time after it's over

vincent definetly gives lovely princess treatment (gender neutral) ((opening doors for them, putting on their shoes, foot massages, kissing them all over etc.))

vincent carries lovely around the house more than he lets them walk unless they have people over (they’d never walk anywhere again if vincent had his way)

they rarely ever ever fight. during one of their first and fights, lovely started crying because they got overwhelmed and vincent immediately backed up and started apologizing (and that only made them cry harder because they've never really been apologized to before)

vincent felt really bad for making them cry and held them while they did because that was the only thing they wanted (they finished the argument later without any tears) 

now, they argue once in a blue moon whenever they can't probably regulate their feelings about the situation. but they usually make up within ten minutes

vincent tickles lovely's sides whenever they're stretching (lovely is crazy ticklish)

lovely before they got turned was really prone to nosebleeds

lovely calls vincent ‘lovebug’ 

lovely loves painting vincent's nails (even though the smell is overpowering for both of them, it’s something lovely enjoys doing so he likes it too) 

lovely kissed vincent in the car before some fancy clan gathering for a little too long and he got hard immediately so they had to wait in the car for it to go down before they could go inside. lovely was making fun of him the whole time

vincent used to heal pre-turning lovely’s every cut and bruise even before they themselves noticed they had it (he still heals them if they haven't fed recently and can't heal as fast)

vincent really really likes pining lovely to walls (they can barely walk down the hall without him zipping up to them and pressing their hips into the wall before kissing them hard) 

vincent and lovely are both korean (they also both did dance and figure skating)

vampire don’t get sick easily (it’s actually quite hard for them to get sick) but when they do it’s bad. vincent and lovely are both babies with being sick

vincent and lovely cry about everything together (happy? tears. sad? tears. angry? tears. excited? tears. bored? you guessed it, tears.)

lovely's favourite thing ever is how dazed vincent gets whenever he says they smell good (which is basically all the time) he's literally sniff kissing them all over and pulling them closer to him

vincent loves kissing lovely more than anything ever

blowing each other kisses whenever one of them leaves the room

vincent was away for two days on a work trip and everyone who saw them said they had never looked so sad

clingy mfers

both of their love languages are physical touch and gift giving (+ quality time)

they bicker a lot about the most random things

always texting each other random little updates with no context like "porter's pissing me off" "what the actual fuck does _____ mean?" "are you coming home yet? hurry up" "i'm tired" "i need to punch someone" and sometimes it doesn't even lead to an actual conversation

always on the phone if one of them is away, sometimes not even talking or looking at their phone but it's comforting to know that the person they love is with them in some way

vincent took lovely to italy for their birthday because they mentioned wanting to go there all the time

lovely rented a huge mansion in the mountains for vincent's birthday so they could just. relax. and get away from everyone

they're THAT rich couple

[comicaurora]

Well then whats the watsonian explanation to the dragon being a dragon

(if it isnt spoilers ofc)

if I was navigating the vastness of space, an ergonomic flexible form designed for flight would be nearly ideal, and if as a bonus I were hoping to nosh on some tasty stars on the way I'd want a nice set of big ol' chompers to keep me company

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Room 1017 - Jeff

Day #23 - Up and Coming | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Sex | POV: Jeff | Pairing: Jeff/Unnamed OFC | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, Touring, Road Manager Steve Harrington, Winding Down After The Gig, One Night Stand

1 Night, 4 Rooms Each is standalone, but takes place on the same hotel floor.

Eddie | Goodie | Gareth | Jeff | Steve (Bonus morning after!)

Jeff thinks he might actually be able to close this deal. She's moved from someone he talked to in line for the bathroom at the bar, to sharing a table, and now she's slid right into a booth beside him. Pressing close. Letting him kiss her, her fingernails scratching against his jeans. His thigh. 

Gareth's supposed to be at the hotel by one a.m. That's the time Steve assured Gareth that Di's flight would be in by, according to arrivals. Steve called the airline, more than once. But Steve's always on the phone, so this is nothing new.

Jeff just hopes Gareth can take care of himself, because if this continues much longer, Jeff's gonna ask if she wants to come back to his room. 

They booked separate rooms, and tonight it might come in handy. No last minute adding rooms at the front desk. And then forgetting to tell Steve they did it the next morning, so he fights over the unexpected charges, not knowing he's in the wrong.

That never goes well.

Jeff's pretty sure they've stolen rooms, because Steve won't give up when he thinks he's right, and hotels just cave to get him to go away. One room is nothing in the grand scheme of things, especially when booking a big block, but still. Steve would be really mad if he knew they add rooms without the proper accounting.

But tonight, that won't be a problem.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" he asks, leaning down towards her ear to be heard over the music. 

She smiles and nods, and he scoots out of the booth, offering her his hand, and she takes it, tucking herself right up next to his body.

He wraps his arm around her, hugging her close as he stops by their original table, catching Gareth and Goodie's attention to let them know he's taking the car. 

Gareth checks his watch. There's still plenty of time for the car to come back for him, and Gareth eventually nods. Like he's somehow giving permission.

Jeff takes it for what it is, and laces his fingers with hers, walking out of the bar, opening the door of the town car for her. 

It's always a little awkward, having sex with a stranger. He's still a little shy, and making the proposition is still uncomfortable, even now, famous-adjacent. He's still Jeff. 

So, yeah. He's never quite gotten used to it. But she's grinning, and running her hands all over him, so he figures she must be into it. 

He tears open the condom wrapper, and rolls it down his dick. Positioning himself over her, asking, "This good?"

"Yes," she agrees, nodding as she wraps her legs around his waist, encouraging him.

He eases in, not wanting to hurt her by rushing anything, but she doesn't seem concerned. Her whole body is loose and pliable under him, and her eyes are shut, but she's smiling.

It's good. She's not giving him much feedback, but that's okay. He's not exactly loud himself. 

He's gonna come, it's inevitable. He thrusts into her, one, two, three more times and groans. Pressing as far in as he can. 

She hasn't finished, and after he pulls out and deals with the condom, he lays next to her. Sliding his hand down her belly. She spreads her legs, an invitation, and he presses the pads of his fingers against her clit. Moving them in gentle circles, keeping what he hopes is a good rhythm that will get her there. 

With his free hand, he thumbs at her nipple and she arches her back. That's always hit or miss, but it seems like a hit with her, so he leans over and runs his tongue over her nipple, then sucks, and she arches her back. 

She's so fucking wet, slipping easily as he moves his fingers. He shifts, leans down, kisses her stomach, and she tilts her hips up, chasing his touch. 

It seems like an invitation. 

He hopes so. 

He slides back between her thighs, brushing his thumb against the damp curls between her legs. 

"Can I?" he asks. 

"I, I don't…" she trails off, and that's okay. He won't, not if she's not comfortable. 

"Okay," he says, moving so he can rub her with his fingers again. 

It takes a while. He doesn't know her, and she doesn't know him, so he's happy when she finally comes with a breathy laugh. 

He shows her where all his bathroom stuff is, if she wants to take a shower. Gives her a clean towel.

She can stay, or leave, he's okay with either. He knows guys, especially musicians, aren't always the nicest. Eddie would kill them if they acted that way. 

Gareth's a fucking manwhore, or at least he was, before he got all smitten, but not even he's ever been that kind of a dickhead. 

She does take a shower and changes into a Corroded Coffin t-shirt. Steve doled out the samples that they didn't end up using when they ordered new merch, and this is one Jeff ended up with. 

"Is this a band or a movie?" she asks. 

"A band."

"Never heard of them," she says, as she gently sits down on the edge of the bed. 

"It's a heavy metal band," he says. 

She nods, "Are you sure you want me to stay?" 

"Yes, if you want to. If not, I can get the car to take you home." 

She slides under the covers, and lays there in the silence. 

Finally, she says, "This is your band isn't it?"

He laughs and rolls closer, hugging her from the side, "Yeah." 

"I thought it was weird you had a private car to bring us back, instead of grabbing a cab." 

He smiles, "Our road manager. Steve. He sets that up. So he doesn't have to worry about us getting into trouble getting home." 

"Smart," she says. 

"And experienced," he clarifies with a grin, pressing his lips to her shoulder. 

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

[explodingchantry]

hi sorry to come into your inbox for this but i just need. to gripe. every new bit of info we get about the new DA game is making me more and more preemptively tired lol. mostly the way it's looking like eeevery bit of lore that's been revealed has something to do with such and such book. or this comic over here. or this podcast from two years ago. or THIS podcast that is happening now that's a ~discord exclusive~. or this youtube series. or this random VA talk show. etc etc ad nauseam. i am so tired of videogames coming with HOMEWORK you're expected to do just to know what's going on

Please never apologise for sending messages!!

I think its honestly REALLY funny how bioware just doesn't know what it wants. On one hand they say that the new game is fine for newcomers, the way they did for dai, and use this as an excuse for how dumbed down some of the writing is - but then in the other hand the majority of the characters and plot beats have origins hidden behind pay walls.

It was already bad enough when, to understand each game properly you had to have paid for the previous one's dlc (want to know anders' past as a warden? Buy awakening! Want to know wtf is up with Morrigan and the eluvians? Buy witch hunt! Want to know who tf corypheus is and what hawke and varric even have to do with him? Buy legacy! Want to understand ANYTHING about veilguard? Play the descent AND trespasser, our epilogue that we hid behind a paywall!!!!!) and you know at least the dlcs were pretty good on their own so I could forgive it a little bit.

But there's so much extra media now omg I haven't touched a single one of the comics because I'm not rly into American comics, I've read almost all the books and some of them are genuinely fucking mid. And at least back in the day the books were more... Bonuses? You DONT need to read the stolen throne to understand anything on the games, but it's INTERESTING. it explores characters you mightve been curious about. I love that ! Or the last flight is really interesting, just, to see how the 4th blight was beaten, to get to know those legendary heroes, and know why griffons went extinct. A bit annoying because you do need to read it to also understand how the hell they're coming back - but it still feels a bit more like a bonus than a necessity.

But then we have asunder, which also in general just kinda sucks as a book, that is really really needed to understand the mage rebellion, Fiona, Cole, and the cure for tranquility. The characters will explain a lot of those things to you in game, but it leaves you with the certain feeling that you're missing something. It's a huge advertisement for asunder.

Similarly wicked eyes and wicked hearts is hollow if you haven't read the masked empire which is also my least favorite book because it's so damn fucking boring I literally never managed to finish it, but it's mostly because I hate Trick Weekes' writing lmfao. Gaider was wildly misogynistic but my god at least he was entertaining as a writer whenever he didn't butcher female characters.

That's two major plot beats in inquisition that require reading one of the books. And ofc it's major villain and another major plot beat that require having played the previous game's dlc to properly understand.

And since then we've had so much more. I don't know. It's just complicated because I *like* book characters showing up and the books having importance in the sense that, I like reading and I'm a lore nerd lol. But I think there's a lot of frustration to be had as to the sheer quantity of extra media you need to consume if you want to be invested in the story. Because you could say "well just don't buy them then" but I LIKE dragon age, it's story, and plot, but omg some of the books and comics are also so hard to find and so EXPENSIVE. I think tevinter nights costs like 20£ if you want it on paperback rather than Kindle, and don't get me started on the dozens of comics.

At least the podcasts and discord only content isn't nearly as offensive, imo, because they're free. But also there's another issue with all of this extra content - it's that it doesn't get fucking translated. Not often, anyway. Not in as many languages as the games do. That means there are many, many many many players and fans who are just not allowed to learn more about their favorite game series because they don't speak English, because theyre not rich enough to buy 10 books and 20 comics. It feels a bit wrong

[elliesmainhoe]

thinking about ellie with an actor! reader 🫣like maybe reader is doing short films and indie films to start off their career. reader sometimes brings ellie to set with them and ellie can just watch them do their thing and be a certified supportive gf🫡

a bonus thought that i just thunked while typing this; what if reader gets a callback for a pretty big show and gets !! the !! part !! and it could be considered their like “breakout role”, and how proud would be :,))

Ellie Williams Headcanons: Actress!Reader

The start of your career

Supportive gf Ellie is prominent!

Comes to all of the sets of projects that your working on-

Makes you and the whole crew lunch because theirs only like ten staff

Ur biggest fan❤️

Watches every single indie movie your in, every short film, you could be an extra or the lead and she will absolutely LIVE for it.

Sitting next to her giggling away as she watches gobsmacked at every plot twist and cliffhanger of a film your in.

Takes all the photos for your Instagram.

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ellie_sketches @dinnodina look at how pretty my girl is.

→ dinnodina @ellie_sketches nah y/ns my gf not yours

→ yourinstagram @ellie_sketches lomls... Don't fight <33 your both my bbygirls dw

Breakout Role

She was the first one you told when the audition told you that you had gotten the role

The lead in a film adaptation of a well known spy novel. The script was amazing, empowering and had beautiful character development throughout the plot

And as soon as your agent told you of the role you knew you had to do it.

You never expected to actually get a call back.

You had never ran so fast from your car, up the three flights of stairs and into your shared apartment than you did once you got the call.

"ELLIE!!! ELLIE OH MY GOD WHERE ARE YOU!" You screamed before an alarmed Ellie came out of your bedroom.

"Fuck babe- wants wrong are you alr-"

She couldn't even finish her sentence before you had ran into her arms, squeezing the life out of her.

"I got it- I fucking got it Els" you sobbed. Ellie's face light up immediately and her smile beamed before her lips smashed into yours. The kiss lasted for what felt like hours before you broke away from eachother.

Her hands cradled your face, tears rushing down her cheeks "I am so, so fucking proud of you baby"

Lets just say she is the proudest girlfriend ever.

Reads all the books the movies are based off of even though she's not a big reader

Going as your date for the premiere <33

Such a fucking sweetheart, goes with you to every new experience to help you with your anxiety. Whether she's lurking behind the camera during an interview or holding your hand as you meet your idols.

She's there for you. Always.

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ellie_sketches I have never met someone more deserving of this than you ❤️

dinnodina so proud of you bestie <3

florencepugh I'm so happy I got to work with you!!!

Becoming a star

After the success of the spy movie you lead- you were scouted for so many new things.

You became a face in many franchises: scream, the hunger games and even marvel!

It was honestly insane.

And ofc big roles came with high rates. You bought a penthouse apartment in Manhattan- and you bought Ellie everything she wanted.

(Your her sugar mommy fr lmao)

She was able to quit her day job and focus solely on her art. She did something she loved and you were doing yours. It was perfect.

Date nights mainly stayed at home- the paparazzi and constant flashing lights became really tedious- so dinner and a movie was the way to go

Not like the two of you were complained.

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yourinstagram I have never felt so honoured, appreciated and in love than I am right now. Being able to make acting my livelihood is something that I had never thought I would be able to achieve in this lifetime- and I am so so so grateful for everyone that has made this possible. Thank you to the staff, the directors, my agents and my team.

But a special thanks to my Ellie. Ellie has been by my side since day one, she has seen me lose roles, get roles, cry, scream and laugh through this completely and utterly insane experience. I love you so much.

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GUESS WHO HAS AN OSCAR BITCHES!!!!

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[idlenight]

@flystep's post had the fhr avatar au grip my brain within moments and rattle it violently.

while i think you could make it work in any avatar era, my own bias goes to korra!era avatar. Mostly so I can shove Chen inside of one of those mechs.

Quick initial thoughts for the RO's + some other relevant characters and what kind of bender/non-bender i think they could be:

Ortega A firebender, specifically one with the lightning sub-bending ability. Which they use more than the actual firebending.

Chen Non-bender, earth-nation heritage (family is from Ba-Sing-Se). In an older era he would be a martial expert, but in the korra!era he would operate those mech-machines.

Lady Argent This one im hesitant on but; Lady Argent as an earthbender and metalbending prodigy.

Herald Airbender is pretty obvious isn't it? Wouldn't work so well in the 100y war era. Although straight up flight is only possible if one 'loses all earthly attachments', and i think herald has a few too many of those. So regular airbending flight with the help of gliders it will have to be.

Dr Mortum Non-bender. Wears clothing that does not identify them as part of any nation specifically. Still a scientist, likely an inventor.

Hollow Ground Waterbender, born in a fire nation colony, mixed nation descend (to make it easier for your sidestep to be any other kind of bender). A bloodbender on the levels of Yakone and Noatak. Does not need a moon, and can fuck with people's bending.

Sentinel Airbender. Less of the flowy movements and uses airbending more in the way Korra bends air. Powerful gusts of wind. Moving like a boxer, less like a monk.

Anathema Waterbender. Uses water laced with other substances that they carry, really add a kick to their fights.

(Bonus) River Becker, my own sidestep I'm inclined to make river a waterbender/bloodbender as well. But that is like giving candy to a baby. Giving the water nerd exactly the power he desires? nah. He could alternatively be an airbender (+spiritbending as sub-bending) or a firebender i think. Or i shall be merciful for once and give him waterbending as he desires.

These are just my interpretations ofc. I'd be interested to hear other's thoughts on character's bending/lack thereof, as well as what they'd imagine their sidesteps would be. 👀👀

[k-evans-reads]

In Living Color

Chapter 23

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 4,886

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: None.

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May 15th, 2022

Chris craned his neck as he dug in one of the many cardboard moving boxes still scattered around Nat’s apartment, coming up empty on his search. With another sigh, he grabbed the boxcutter and opened the next box, listening to Nat humming in the other room as she searched as well. 

He opened the box, eyes widening as he finally found the box with her workout clothes. It was – of course – unlabeled, a wrinkled and scattered mess inside the box from being driven up the coast, but the sight of the pairs of sneakers and workout clothes, among a few toiletries and sheet pans, was welcomed. 

“Nattie! I found it!” He called over his shoulder as he sat down on the window seat with a sigh, pulling out the clothes and shoes just as Nat hurried in from her bedroom. 

Her hair was falling out of the bun she’d thrown it up in, a disheveled curly mess hanging around her face. Any annoyance he felt at having to spend their morning, after he caught up on some much needed sleep from his long flight the day before, searching every box that still sat unpacked in her apartment for a single outfit disappeared at the sight of that relieved smile as she came closer to him, holding out her hands to take the things from him. “Where was it?” She asked as she held the shoes in one hand and the shorts and tank top in another. 

“In this box with your kitchen shit… and a bunch of shampoo,” he trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief as he tried to come up with some explanation for that logic. “Who the hell packed these boxes anyway?” 

“...I was in a hurry, okay? I didn’t have time to label everything and put it all together,” she retorted with a shrug, turning to go back to the bedroom. Chris hopped off the window seat to follow her as she called over her shoulder, “Besides, what does it matter if they’re organized? You just have to unpack it all anyway.” 

He brushed his hand across her lower back as he walked past her and headed to where his suitcase was open on the old wooden floor. “It matters because in moments like this it takes us a half an hour just to find your damn sneakers,” he muttered playfully, grabbing a pair of sweatpants to change into. 

He had slipped into the old ensuite to brush his teeth when he heard Nat tell him, “Well Mark and Jamie helped me pack so blame them.” 

“Oh yeah that sounds like a good plan, three artists packing boxes. No wonder nothing is organized,” Chris drawled sarcastically, a smirk on his lips when he caught Nat’s eyes in the reflection of the mirror. He leaned down, rinsing the toothbrush off before he put it back next to Nat’s in the small holder that sat on the worn countertop. 

“Chris, we both know you are the organized one anyways, but you weren’t around to keep me straight,” she laughed, sticking her tongue out at him as he came out of the bathroom. He rolled his eyes as he changed into his sweatpants and jammed sneakers on, just as Nat quickly changed into her tank top and added, “I’m starting to think you flew all the way from London just to make fun of me,” 

“Nah, that’s just an added bonus,” he smirked, laughing loudly at her unamused expression. He sat down on her bed with a sigh, his muscles still aching from the long twelve-hour flight, and quietly pointed out, “I never even asked if you’d locked yourself in this apartment yet.” 

“For your information smartass, I’ve only locked myself out of this apartment,” she corrected, her laughter echoing the room as he leaned over to smack her ass playfully. 

They quieted down as Nat continued getting ready, fixing her hair before she pulled her pajama pants off. He was silent as she pulled the athletic shorts up around her waist, but his eyes were drawn to the large tattoo he caught a glimpse of, the one that he could still see below the shorts as well. 

“Hey, that’s healing up really well,” he pointed out as he stood up, coming to stand behind Nat in the reflection of the standing mirror, raising a single eyebrow as he nodded his chin towards her leg. 

“That first week it was so itchy but now that it’s been almost two it’s feeling really good,” Nat told him, a smile growing on her lips as he slipped his arm across her stomach. He hooked his chin on her shoulder, unable to break his eyes away from hers. He was struck, not for the first time since arriving in San Francisco late the previous night, that she’d been his for a year now. And if he had any say in it, that fact wouldn’t change for the rest of their lives.  

“It looks even better in person, baby. I love it,” he complimented, turning to press a few kisses to her neck. At her silence, he raised an eyebrow again and met her eyes in the mirror, asking, “Are you still happy with it?” 

Nat nodded, her empty hand moving so she could run a finger over the delicate lines of ink. “I am. I love how it came out and I just keep smiling everytime I see it.” 

“I think it’s really beautiful how much thought you put into designing it,” he murmured. His eyes were drawn to the different representations of her family that he could see – Saturn for her father, a little moon for herself, Mars for Alex, a larger moon for Heather, and a hand holding them all, representing Shelly, her late mother. “I know that there are a lot of feelings surrounding your mom and everything, but I think it’s special that you incorporated something to represent her.” 

“Even though I didn’t know her, she still is a big part of my life,” Nat whispered back. Her gaze avoided his in the reflection of the mirror as she glanced around the room, her hands fidgeting by her sides as she confessed, “Which honestly feels so weird at times that someone who is part of your life, also isn’t part of your life if that makes sense.” 

“No, I can understand that,” Chris assured Nat. He watched as her eyes met his in the mirror, her hands wringing in front of her as a frown settled on her lips. He knew he’d never have any comparable loss to hers – a parent, one she never remembered, having lost them as a young toddler – but he understood it. He was always willing to listen to Nat, to hear the occasional confessions, and would never judge her for any of that. “She was your mother but you didn’t know her so that’s a strange dichotomy.” 

Nat nodded, her eyes filled with some relief as she agreed, “It is, but I’m glad the rest of my family has memories about her so that they could talk about her so I kind of got to know her.” A small smile crossed her lips as her hand reached back to take his own, telling Chris, “Just the other day my dad was telling me how proud of me she’d be for moving here and taking this promotion.” 

He smiled at those words, knowing Eric must’ve been bursting with pride. But at that mention, his heart also clenched, remembering just how completely different his own reaction was. He was proud of Nat, always, but he was too blinded by his own hesitations to see just how important this role was. “I’m just sorry I wasn’t at first,” he whispered to Nat, squeezing her hand as he hooked his chin over her shoulder.

She sighed and shook her head, her voice low and a bit strained as she said, “Chris, that wasn’t meant as a dig at you.” 

“No, I know it wasn’t but I just want you to know I’m sorry for not handling all that better,” he insisted. He paused as she turned in his arms, facing him now. A small grin appeared on his lips as he looked down at Nattie, still struck that they’d been each other’s for a year – and if he was being honest, for far longer than that – already. “I love you Nattie, and that matters more to me than anything in the world.” 

“I love you too, Chris,” she murmured, leaning up to press her lips to his quickly. As she pulled away from him, she smirked and her eyes twinkled when she added, “Which I think I’m proving by going on this stupid hike with you.” 

He rolled his eyes, reminding her, “I thought we agreed no complaining about the hike if you get to pick where to go to dinner.” 

“No you said that, I never agreed. If I’m getting dragged on a hike there’s going to be complaining,” Nat argued, laughing as he frowned and pinched her rear.

They finished getting ready, then left the old apartment and climbed down the many flights of rickety stairs before they were in the sunny San Francisco late morning. The streets weren’t too busy as they made their way over to where Nat’s car was parked, then they quickly made the drive to the trail. It was nearly lunchtime – something else Nat had realized and complained about – by the time they’d begun their hike, but getting to be alone, still technically inside of the busy city, on their anniversary, was one of the best gifts Chris could’ve asked for.

Chris shifted the backpack straps on his shoulders, feeling their water bottles inside the bag move. He squinted his eyes behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses, the bright sun too strong for the frames, but he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. He saw Nat stop walking ahead of him, waiting for him to catch up as she looked around. 

“I still don’t understand why people enjoy doing this,” Nat mumbled, but he knew the words were only teasingly said. She hadn’t been exactly… over the moon when he sent a link to a local hiking trail for them to do during his short visit to San Francisco, but she’d been more than open to the idea after a bit of discussion. But still, Nat was Nat, and she wouldn’t let a moment go by without some chance for banter.

His hand dropped from holding the strap of the bag to instead slap Nat’s ass lightly as he informed her, “Because it’s fun to be out in nature, so shut the fuck up and be happy.” 

“Yeah that really made my mood just brighten up,” Nat laughed, batting his hand away as her laughter echoed off of the large trees.

Chris’ eyes flicked down to Nat’s rear as they made their way up the steep trail side-by-side, watching the way her muscles tensed beneath the running shorts with the action. “With the way your ass looks in those workout shorts, I think I’m going to drag you hiking more often,” he informed her quietly, despite knowing they weren’t near anyone else for at least a solid mile. 

Nat laughed loudly at those words, shaking her head with a smirk as she suggested, “How about I wear them at home while sitting on the couch painting? That seems like a better compromise…” 

“You’re being a brat, I hope you know that,” Chris informed her, smiling to himself as they kept making their way further up the trail. 

“Oh I do, I just don’t care,” Nat giggled, reaching up to bat a fly away from her face. They fell silent for a moment as they kept hiking and listened to the sounds of the birds chirping in the trees above them before she added, “In all seriousness, I’m really glad you’re here Chris. I know how exhausted you must be after just getting done with filming and then flying out here.” 

He frowned a bit as he listened to her words, knowing it wasn’t that big of a deal. He’d been working on his latest film, one for Apple, since mid-February, and they’d wrapped with three days of filming in London the previous week. He’d already sent Dodger home with Josh, his longtime friend and personal assistant, prior to leaving Atlanta for London, and then had flown directly from London to San Francisco, getting in the previous day. He’d wanted to be with Nat for their anniversary, even if it meant an eleven-hour flight and a day of sleeping after he got in. “It’s worth it to be with you,” he told her honestly, his voice soft. 

“I’m just glad we’re okay, now,” she whispered, gently reaching to take his hand in hers as they walked. She was quiet for a moment before she admitted, “My dad didn’t even believe it when I told him we had broken up.” 

He frowned a little, knowing this entire mess was on him for walking out in a fury in the first place. “I’m sure Alex wanted to kill me and probably still does,” he sighed. 

She was silent for a few moments before delicately confessing, “Well… kind of, yeah.” 

“Ma was worried sick about both of us that week. She’d text me every day and ask me how I was,” Chris supplied, wanting to shift the focus off of Nat for a bit. He’d been practically embarrassed when he realized he’d have to tell not only his mother and father, but also his siblings, who Nat had grown so so close to, about their sudden split. It was humiliating to tell them the news, there was no other way to say it. Telling his Ma, when she asked how Nat was and what he and Nat were up to together during their call that night he’d arrived in LA…. it sucked. Then hearing from his sisters as they found out, and Scott… that hurt the most out of his siblings, since Scott and Nat had grown close in LA over the last year as well. He squeezed her hand gently in his own, adding, “She also told me just the other day that she thought about calling you so many times to check on you but didn’t want to overstep.” 

Nat smiled faintly at those words, admitting to him, “Honestly I would have been fine with it, I love her so much.” He laughed at that, knowing it was true. She and Lisa had developed such a close relationship since they’d met back in October, between calling each other often, connecting on social media, and also with Nat’s latest visit to Boston in February. It was a little reminiscent, in Chris’ own mind, of how Nat’s relationship with Shelly might look if things had gone differently. 

“Scott just told me how fuckin’ stupid I was,” Chris informed her with a chuckle, then he shrugged as Nat laughed loudly. “Which was fair.” 

“I think we’ve both agreed that both of us were equally at fault,” Nat amended as she swung their joined hands between them. With her free hand, she pushed her sunglasses further up her nose as she whispered to him, “I’m just glad you showed up outside that elevator.” 

Chris smiled, knowing that his last-ditch effort to fix this turned out to be the best decision of his entire life. “I just couldn’t go any longer without seeing you,” he admitted, reaching his free hand to adjust the strap of the bag again as he and Nat kept hiking. 

They were both quiet for a while as they reached the top of the trail – and if he had to guess, Nat was thinking ‘finally’. As they stood at the top of the trail, overlooking the Bay and feeling the strong breeze, Nat admitted to him, “If it’s any consolation, I was planning on calling you once I got settled in here.” 

He turned, looking down at her in surprise as he asked, “Were you, really?” 

“I really was.” 

Nat adjusted the basket of laundry in her arms as she tried – and failed – to sneak into the bedroom without waking Chris. The creaky door was too loud to be ignored as Chris’ eyes opened suddenly from where he was laying on his side beneath the fluffy duvet, his hair sticking up every which way. 

Although she’d ruined the last of his nap, there was a small smile that crossed his lips once they locked eyes. She gently dropped the laundry basket to the bed, watching as he slowly sat up with a yawn as he woke up more. 

“What time is it?” He asked, his voice gravelly as he ran a hand through his messy hair, attempting to flatten it a bit. 

Nat turned her bedside lamp on, watching the way Chris jerked a bit as his eyes adjusted to the light. “Almost five,” she told him quietly as she reached for her laundry, moving to put it in the dresser behind her. 

He nodded, yawning loudly before he pushed the duvet off of his bare chest. “I better get up, I need to take a shower before dinner,” he mumbled as he turned to get up off of the bed. 

“Baby, we can just stay in. We don’t need to go out to dinner,” she tried to reason, watching him stretch, the muscles in his back rippling. “I’m sure you’re still exhausted from filming.” 

He made his way around the bed, arching a single eyebrow as he passed her. “I’m not missing taking you out on our one year anniversary,” he told her, his voice firm and decisive. 

She rolled her eyes as she grabbed her leggings, turning to put them in the drawer as he stepped into the tiny ensuite bathroom. “Well you’re going to be here for like four more days so we have plenty of time to go out,” she called, listening as Chris scoffed.

Through the open door, Nat could see him reach into the shower, turning on the water for the shower. His head popped out of the bathroom one last, a firm look on his face as he replied, “I’m taking my Nattie out tonight,” just before he shut the door behind him to shower. 

Once they were both ready, they walked hand-in-hand to the highly-rated restaurant only a few blocks from Nat’s apartment, slipping into a table tucked in the back corner that had been reserved under Nat’s name. As they settled into the plush chairs in the dim lighting with glasses of wine in their hands, Chris peered at Nat over the menu. “I haven’t really gotten a chance to ask you yet how you feel like everything is going,” he began, pausing before he added, “Like with your job and moving here.” 

Nat took a long sip of the red wine, hesitating. “Well… it’s kind of hard to say right now. I mean, I’ve only been doing it for two weeks,” she slowly said, shrugging her shoulders. It just all still felt so unfamiliar to her, even outside of work, that she never felt as though she could relax fully. 

The sounds of her neighbors walking around, the creak of every door, floorboard, and cabinet in her apartment, to needing to pull up Google Maps so she could find the grocery store…. It was all things she never remembered noticing back when she moved to Los Angeles over a decade ago, and now at this point in her life… she hated the readjustment, especially while alone. 

He arched an eyebrow at her, giving her a suspicious look. “Ten days at work means that’s nine more days than you need to make friends,” he pointed out with an amused smirk. “Didn’t you become friends with Mark on your first day?” 

“Yeah I like everyone, but I haven’t really had a chance to connect with anyone in particular yet,” Nat told him, her voice quiet. She took another sip of wine to buy herself time, her eyes dancing around the dining room over Chris’ shoulder before she explained, “They’re all kind of close and I’m the new one coming in so it’s just different I guess.” 

“I know you’ll settle in,” Chris assured Nat. Her eyes followed his movements as he put the menu down on the table, reaching for a small piece of bread from the basket between them. “Have you gotten to explore San Francisco much?” He asked her with genuine interest, and she felt her shoulders slouch at the question. 

“Not yet,” she murmured, following his lead and taking some bread as she cleared her throat. “It’s been kind of weird being somewhere new again. It’s been almost fifteen years since I moved to LA so it’s just an adjustment.” Having made the decision to take this new role, Nat knew there’d be an adjustment period. But she’d forgotten how it felt to be somewhere new without anyone there with her, welcoming her home each day, exploring the city, visiting local restaurants, and getting acclimated together. Sure, she still had her friends, and she’d see Jamie when he came up every few weeks for meetings, but she was alone. Entirely alone, at the stage in her life where she felt ready to begin thinking about taking the next step. She loved what she did, but was finding it hard to muster the energy to face the next few days sometimes, let alone make it to the final deadline for the projects.  

Chris nodded, his expression sympathetic, but obviously unaware of the true depths of what she was feeling. “I can understand that but I’m sure once you get your apartment all set up and get into your routine, it’ll be better,” he assured her, his voice certain. 

“And my dad is coming to visit next weekend so I’ll maybe get to see around the city when he comes,” she said more to herself than anyone, feeling like having Chris here now and her dad’s visit coming up shortly after was a little lifeline to her while she tried to settle in. 

With a warm smile on his bearded face, Chris replied with, “I’m sure you will, and I can unpack a bunch of your stuff while you’re at work tomorrow.” 

“It’s just hard to adjust. I miss Los Angeles and my friends there and the Disney campus and just the… the life I had there,” Nat’s voice was soft as she stared down at the bit of wax dripping down the lit candle on the table, feeling nothing but disheartened about how things were starting here in San Francisco. 

“I know it’s not easy, especially since it has been so long since you moved but I know you’ll get used to the new place. It’ll be fine, Nattie, just wait and give it time,” he tried to encourage her genuinely. She knew that Chris could see that unsure look on her face, prompting him to go on to point out, “I’m sure when you moved to Los Angeles it wasn’t easy either, but it was worth it because that’s what you wanted to do. Now this is what you want to do so it’ll be worth it too.” 

Their conversation was interrupted when the waiter returned to take their order, and Nat quickly ordered her food before Chris took his time, ordering them a couple different things to share as well. 

She mulled over his words as he ordered, letting them sink in. Nat couldn’t help but begin to wonder if this really was what she wanted to do. With all that had happened between this promotion coming out of the blue, her exhaustion from the past few months of working like crazy, being apart from Chris and then ultimately fighting with him over this job while her family and friends were all encouraging her to take it, had taken its toll on her. This promotion had seemed like the perfect opportunity, it seemed to solve a lot of problems with her schedule and ticked that box in her heart telling her that she had made her family proud and worked hard enough to turn her passion into a full fledged career. 

But moving here and taking on this new job for the past two weeks hadn’t been as fulfilling as she’d expected it to be. She hadn’t woken up excited to go to work like she used to. She hadn’t been bubbling with excitement for her lunch break with her friends as she loaded her tray with the soft serve machine. She hadn’t been able to feel like this place was her home yet… in fact she didn’t even feel like she fit in. But then again, it had only been two weeks. Maybe she just was expecting too much or wanting some lightbulb moment that didn’t really exist. 

She tried to remind herself that what Chris said was probably true, that she just needed time to settle in and get adjusted. In the back of her mind though were those other words Chris said weeks earlier when he told her that this job wasn’t her or what she wanted. She remembered him inferring that she was just getting caught up in wanting to succeed, that she had lost sight of what it was that she wanted. That thought seemed to linger in her mind, wondering if Chris had known her better than she’d known herself in that moment and that maybe deep down this wasn’t the right decision. 

At the lingering thoughts in her mind, the stubborn part of her personality seemed to kick in. Nat knew that this was what she should be doing. This job was the normal path to keep succeeding and moving up, not to mention having better hours and more flexibility moving forward. She was determined to make this work and knew that she just had to try harder to adjust to her new life. This evening though, she didn’t want her thoughts to be consumed by her job, and instead wanted to fixate on the fact that the man she was madly in love with and sitting across the table from her now had been in her life for an entire year. 

“I’m just glad you’re here with me,” she whispered, her voice full of emotion. She reached out over the small table, holding his hand tightly.

“I am too, baby,” he answered easily, a wide grin on his lips as he squeezed her hand tightly. “I certainly never thought that when I said yes to doing Lightyear that I’d not only be getting my dream job, but my dream girl.” 

She huffed out a laugh, shaking her head and rolling her eyes at him as she sarcastically replied, “Yeah I’m really glad I could sweep you off your feet by slamming into that glass door for your first impression of me.” 

“I was pretty hooked on you from day one,” Chris added, his bright blue eyes twinkling in the dim lighting of the restaurant. He leaned back in his seat as he held her hand still, adding, “And I still am.” 

“If you would have told me when we met during that meeting that I’d be sitting across from you celebrating our anniversary, I would have laughed my head off. I would have said there was absolutely no way,” Nat admitted to him. She could have never predicted having any sort of friendship with Chris back when they first – briefly – met during that daily. But through some pull and some way, they’d grown closer, forming a friendship before it eventually evolved into… this. This absolute greatest love she had known and would ever know. 

“I’m pretty glad things worked out the way they did,” he told her, his voice barely above a whisper. He squeezed her hand a few times as he added, “I love you, Nattie.” 

“I love you too, Chris,” she replied easily, knowing she’d never hesitate to tell him that. “And I just keep loving you more.” 

“I hope you know, I’m not planning on this being it. We got a lot more anniversaries to celebrate, for the rest of our lives.”

As Chris spoke those words, Nat knew in her heart that it would be true. Somehow she just knew that they were going to be together because all of this just felt so… right. She knew they were meant for one another and both of them were determined not to let anything get in the way of that again. It felt like so many things were up in the air right now for Nat. She was trying to figure out a new job, settle into a new city, and basically start this new chapter of her life and all of it just seemed so overwhelming. Sometimes she just felt so lost, wondering if this was the right thing to do or how it would play out, but through all of this uncertainty there was one thing in her life that she was completely sure of, and that was Chris.

[montimer]

"I'll come running to save you"

Arthur x spider-!reader

(In that universe reader is spider/man/women/other)

= means time skip

Ur clothes are not mentioned

Warning:none ig

A lot of people knew you. Since you started saving people from others. In Gotham there were a lot of crime makers. And since you got ur powers,and the police wasn't a big help, you decided to help the city.

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You heard laughing and yelling from the streets. So you immediately run to were the sound came from.

When you got there, a group of teenegers were beating up a man dressed as a clown. You were a bit confused,but you did what you had to do.

But when they saw you they ran away. You were relieved you didn't have to hurt those kids.

You looked down at the man.

"Hey, you good there?"

He opened his eyes, he looked hurt. "Y-yeah,thank you"

"No problem! Thats what i do"

You helped him up.

"Should i take ya home? Its easyer than walking"

"My boss would get angry if i wont show up at work. I already broke the sign.." he pointed at a broken sign. You looked back at him.

"Don't worry. You're hurt, he will understand. For now,let me take ya home" he smiled at that and nodded.

You hugged one of ur arm around him. "Hold onto me,i wont let ya fall" he akwardly hugged you.

"Ready?" "Um,i guess- whoa"

You shoot ur web at a building and fly up there. You put him down.

"I forgot, tell me where do you live?"

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You put him down at the doorstep.

"Well here we are. Did ya liked the flight?"

"Yeah!...i mean,it was nice. Thank you again."

"Of course. What is ur name?"

"Arthur..Arthur Fleck"

"Well then, see you around Art!"

He waved as you fly away.

'See you around' did you mean you will come back? He was so happy and exited,he has to write this down on his journal.

Bonus hc's!

Aaand yes,you did come back to meet him

Sometimes you guys are just talking while walking on the streets

You keep an eye on him. Making sure he wont get hurt again

He feels so honored, you from all of people decided to be around him

You also hear him out and comfort him

He blushes when you hug him

He asked you akwardly if you want to see him at the comedian club, and ofc you said yes. He was so happy

You randomly bring him food. And you say you will be offended if he doesn't accept it.

He's very upset if you get injuried. He want to patch you up, and if you let him,he will keep on doing it.

You will show him around the city,flying w/ ur webs. Thats the excuse. But both of you want to be close to each other. He loves to get held by you

His heart beats faster when you put an arm around his shoulder and defend him

When you laugh at his jokes,comfort him,save,love and care for him,he can't help but to fall for you

He tells his mom ab you. And if she doesn't believe it. You will come over (thats ur excuse)

Or when his mom is sleeping you come knocking at his window to let you in. He will make ya coffee or tea. And if you let him,he'll like to dance w/ you

He is also jealous, all those people try to get to you. Little does he know,you have fallen for him too ;))

Here's my idea

Should i make part 2?

[betasquadx]

Dating Niko Omilana headcannons ( pt3 )

Credits : @b4tasquad

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- Niko and you went to an arcade one time and you really wanted a giant teddy so Niko spent nearly an hour trying to get it until he gave the person who ran the arcade money to just give it to you.

- Another time you and Niko went out shopping and found a photo booth and you forced him to go in to take photos, you each have 4 cutout photo’s from it and you keep 2 of them in each others phone cases while the rest are hung over Niko’s bed 😽.

- Sometimes he randomly texts you during the day to give his daily insult *nothing to bad ofc*, it usually consists of ‘Your a schmuck’ or ‘Your breath absolutely stinks btw xx’, if it was a streak like snapchat except insults, you’d be on day 900 🔥.

- Since your way shorter than Niko, you always find creative ways to kiss him/hug him. One time he was Ironing and you got on the chair behind him and hugged him while planting small kisses on his neck, he gasped and chuckled then turned the iron off to hug you.

- After a long day you like to rant to Niko sometimes and he’ll just stare at you while smiling, taking in your every feature & everything your saying. The same goes for you as well, you always love hearing Niko rant, whether that be about work, a funny story Aj told him, how his latest video banged, anything.

- Sometimes Niko will randomly hit you with a pillow just because he can and that leads to a pillow fight with you, Niko, Aj, and if your lucky George will join in.

- When Niko’s at work he definitely stalks your socials, Instagram, TikTok, you name it. He spam likes all your posts and comments all the time, and will spend minutes staring at photos of you.😽

- Travelling with Niko is fun as well, since his job needs him to go to different countries, locations, etc. Trips with him are always good, bonus if Beta squad are coming. On the long drives or flights, you always see Aj and Niko arguing about who should take the window seat, as they can never come to an conclusion, you end up taking it.

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Sorry if theres any grammar mistakes, if so please lmk!!

[bluelolblue]

Real question. Does Santino have a blood kink with female reader? 😧 if not what are his kinks? 👁️👄👁️

OH EHEH Hi, hello! Tyyy for asking! >:]

If we're talking about Vampire!Santino, of course he has blood kink with fem!reader, too ;)

This gets NSFW so I'm putting the rest under the cut!

A vampire fits Santino so well, I had to write him like that, and I'm working on another one. But yes! He could definitely have blood kink, I mean, it's hot eheh >:]

He's really good at sucking blood, he makes it... very pleasant yk yk. He knows how to use his tongue, how to bite down to get the blood spilling onto his tongue, and he's just so damn good. Like, yes, he will feed on you that way, but it can be sexy ;)

Especially if the reader's blood tastes sweet, different, but delicious, so he has trouble stopping himself. AND he likes it when the reader feeds on him, too (if the reader is a vampire). It turns him on as much as it turns the reader on 😈

I did make an NSFW headcanons list for him if you want to check it out here :)

But I don't mind talking about them ^ ^

For example, praise kink! He loves giving praises and receiving them. He'll melt if he gets praised, he'll act like a little puppy, whining for more, begging just to get it. But he also loves to praise, it makes him feel like he's in control, so it boosts his ego. Worshiping him as well, he NEEDS to be worshiped because he's a work of art, the most beautiful masterpiece. So, praise him however you want it, make him fluster, just get him to be submissive, and he'll do anything. I love submissive Santino a lot, that's why I'm mostly talking about him.

I mentioned choking kink a lot of times. I do think he's into it, but I don't think he's rough with it (unless his partner, in this case reader, tells him to be, but he's still cautious). Like, when he's doing it to the reader, I don't think he would press too hard. It's supposed to be sexy, not painful, let alone to trigger a fight or flight response. So, I think he has his sexy way to do it, well his pretty hand feels good in any way eheh. When he is being choked, I think he likes to experiment with it, to find his limit (actually that's him with any kink). But he likes it, make him whimper when you suddenly press slightly harder on his neck >;]

BDSM, he is my perfect doll for that. He can be both sub and dom, even with the reader. Like I mentioned before, I like sub Santino, so I like to imagine dom reader with him. He will try to obey to you, but he's a little stubborn so you have to be persistent. But ofc you can get him to the point of crying and moaning.

Gunplay, OH guns >:]. I wrote Santino getting fucked with a gun, SO of course, he still likes that. Santino sucking on a gun, tracing the barrel of it down his thighs, pressing it against his crotch, let him hump it- but edge him, okay? Edging as well, he gets frustrated but he's still such a mess. He's still whining, might throw a little curse but he's back to moaning really quickly. He's a spicy kitten, will hiss at you but you just gotta take him and take care of him and he's calm. But yes, I think he has a thing for guns, likes the gunplay even when he's the one teasing the reader with it.

Degradation kink. Okay hear me out, he likes it. You can play a lot with this one, so many possibilities, but for example when he's exhausted and he's already super submissive, insult him. Call him a slut for behaving so needy, while you're touching him. Bonus points if you edge him for a long time and he fails (that could've been your plan eheh). Pretty much the same if the roles are reserved switched.

I mentioned kinfeplay as well, similar to the gunplay. He likes to play risky, although with a knife, it's slightly different for the obvious, sharp reason. But he likes it, trace it over his chin and throat, make him a little nervous (ofc NOT to actually hurt him, or yourself). The same if he's doing it to the reader, and he's careful.

Oh well, I will put pegging as well because I love to think about it with him. I think he would love to get fucked by the reader, I mean I wrote it and maybe I'll write something similar again (can't make a promise when, I'm sorry). Pin him down, face down, ass up, and make him cry out into the pillow while you fuck him. Imagine, if his men, his colleagues knew that he loves getting fucked... how humiliating for the D'Antonio 🤭😈

There is a lot I can think with him, a lot of possibilities with different AU's, therefore kinks as well. Santino can be put into anything with anyone and he's still gonna be so fucking hot. I need him AGHH

[dem0nguy]

Guess whos back with another redesign XP

Like promised, we got Sheriff’s Flight School/Mission Shopping outfit:

I changed a LOT about this one, mostly because I have a minor obsession with WW2 pilots and bomber jackets (they’re cool ok)

First off, we got the signature bomber jacket. I just thought it looked cool, especially compared to whatever jumpsuit he’s got on originally. It just doesn’t fit the pilot vibe.

I did however like the little skull with wings, so i decided to incorporate that into the back design. Along with some other wing details to finish it off.

Also, THEY TOOK AWAY HIS DAMN STAR AGAIN! THAT’S IMPORTANT TO HIS CHARACTER YK??

So I gave him his star back, I think it fits really well with the bomber jacket. Kinda like a pin a WW2 pilot would wear on their jacket….

*cough* anyways, I decided to give him some cargo pants and combat boots as well. Again, just fits the whole pilot vibe. (I feel like BP would really like this kinda outfit, seeing as he wears straight camo….)

Finally with the colors, I wasn’t really a fan of them changing his main colors from blue to yellow. Just didn’t really match his other outfits in the series. So what did I do about it? Made his outfit brown and gold ofc!

I was gonna try to make it more blue but eh, gold and brown just felt right.

(Bonus headcannon drop! I feel like this kinda outfit would give him flashbacks to his time on that military base. Because no doubt there were pilots that wore this kinda thing.)

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I've been putting some thought into what various Aftons might be like when seriously panicked, and this is what I've got so far.

Evan:

We have the most canon information for Evan in this area

Fear makes Evan cry. In a panic, he'll cry, have difficulty breathing, pretty standard stuff.

It's not uncommon for him to lose coordination and kind of just fall over

Panics easily, but maintains awareness well enough even at his lowest points

Almost always a freeze response, even though he wants to run. Becomes as small and unnoticeable as possible, aside from occasionally trying to seek outside help. (Nobody ever helps.)

Cries nearly silently.

Shakes like a leaf when he's afraid.

Responds the best to comfort out of any of them. Literally just acknowledge that he's suffering and don't torment him further and you'll make it like 10% less bad

Give him something comforting

Elizabeth

Rarely panics. Getting her to panic would require something to be both extremely distressing and surprising, and not many surprises escape her intellect

That being said, enough stressors piled up will result in a sort of burst of frustration that's identical to what a panic attack would look like for her anyway

Fight response. So much fight response.

Throwing things, breaking things. She tends to end up destroying things she really loves, and it often makes her cry afterward.

If anyone else is present, it's yelling, starting arguements about literally anything, insulting anyone within her sight, etc etc.

It's best to give her space and a safe place to calm down without breaking anything she really cares about. She'd benefit from being given the idea of punching something soft or screaming into a pillow or something like that. Put her into martial arts also maybe?

Calms down quickly when left alone, but it makes things worse if anyone tries to engage.

She would benefit from talking about it after she's already calmed down, because at that point she's tired and sad and could use the comfort

Michael

Michael generally doesn't panic during stressful events. He panics after they've ended.

During actual stressors, Mike will either be eerily calm and rational or dissociated to the point of it being obvious to anyone around him. This is directly related to how much focus is needed to survive a scenario; his brain will protect him in the face of danger by keeping him aware, but he's more likely to have to pay for it later during the inevitable panic

He tends to panic about something small and unrelated shortly after something major happens

And Michael's panic attacks are scary.

There are less severe instances ofc but when they get really bad

It's the kind of presentation that would get emergency services called if it happened in public.

It's the ugly kind of panic attack that makes onlookers think you're actually posessed. That strangled, scream-talking that's difficult to understand, sobbing, choking when he tries to breathe, red in the face, falling on the ground– it's really, really bad. It's a huge scene every time

He's got a fight response turned inward, and he's very likely to be a harm to himself in an actual panic

Because of this, he goes out of his way to avoid any possible chance of this happening in front of anybody. He will legitimately hole up in his room for weeks if he's worried something is going to set him off

Or he'll try to trigger one on purpose so he can control the circumstances and maybe lessen the severity

The really bad ones generally don't even happen that often but they really do fuck with him

Best response for Michael: stay with him and don't act like he's the spawn of satan

The drinking water trick works to steady his breathing somewhat

His attacks generally last <10 minutes anyway just bc of the sheer amount of energy consumed, so they basically just need to be waited out

Bonus round:

William

I cannot think of a circumstance that would cause William to have an actual panic attack

That being said, he's a flight response when he's actually frightened. If he thinks his life is in danger, he'll get shaky and sweaty, and he'll run

He always tries to put on the facade of having some kind of power, but it's not always that convincing. Faced with a life or death situation, he's one of those types who would stumble backwards and fall to the ground rather than find some way to fight back

In order to be conniving, he needs the upper hand. If you want to defeat William, scare him.

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Sliding Into Home ~ The Future is West

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, eventual smut, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

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Previous: It Doesn’t Stay in Vegas

Main Masterlist ~Sliding Into Home Masterlist

“Mary please!” 

“No!” 

“C’mon Nugget, we have to go.”  

“NO! I don’t want to leave.” Sobs echoed through the door of the bathroom. 

Frank groaned and hit his head on the door frame. The decision to move was not taken lightly but it was decided. “Mary, c’mon, please? I know it’ll be tough but it’s a new adventure.”  

The silence now coming from the bathroom is louder than the screaming.  Frank knew he would be lucky if she got in the car let alone leaving on time. He needed to finish packing up before the movers came but Mary refused to let him into the bathroom.  

“Still not letting you in?” Frank turned to see his nanny, Scott, leaning on the hallway, popping his gum.  

“No.” 

“Told ya.”  

“Yeah, I know. I know.” Frank rubbed his temples. “The movers will be here in an hour, I need to finish and then get us to the hotel before our flight tomorrow and she is being just like...” 

“Your sister.”  Scott smiled.  “Let me handle this while you make sure the suitcases are in the car.  I brought some stuff to help us relax after she goes to bed.” Scott squeezed Frank’s shoulder.  “Its gonna be ok.”  

“Thanks Scott.”  Frank turned to leave him to it as he made his way to his bedroom.  Scott Evans had been a godsend since the day he turned up for his interview for the nanny position.  Mary took to him immediately and became a friend to Frank at a time when he had felt so lost.  Bonus points that Scott was a man as well, as a female nanny would have just made the situation worse. Frank was grateful that Scott was ok with relocating his life five years later to stay with him and Mary with their move to Los Angeles.  

Los Angeles. City of Angels, Hollywood, movie stars and his new team, the Dodgers.  

After five successful years with the Red Soxes, Los Angeles offered a monster of a deal. Ten years, $106 million dollars and a change that was needed. Frank talked to Steve, Scott and Andy, his now closest friends, and made the decision to move. He needed a fresh start, a chance to move on after the shit show five years earlier.  

He had heard that Abby had graduated from medical school last year. Well, he watched it from the shadows. He snuck in to watched the girl that he still loved accomplish her dream and graduate with top honors from Harvard University Medical School.  However much Abby’s parents hated Frank for what he had done to their little girl, Frank insisted on paying for her schooling, keeping a promise he had made to her when he was drafted.  He sent the money to her parents, and they made the payments.  

But she had moved on, taking a medical residency outside of Boston for work. He didn’t know where, so he took the time to move when he had the chance.  Maybe he could stop loving her, finally.  Maybe he could find happiness.  

He kept his promise to himself in that no other woman made a permanent place in their hearts. Sure, Frank kept the carnal needs to flings on the road, Friday night fucks away from home, away from Mary.  She didn’t need the instability.  She needed him to be present as she grew up. She was the only girl in his heart.  

Apart from Abby.   

He listened as Scott murmured to Mary, the door creak open and then Mary’s face peak into his room. Frank didn’t turn to face her, letting her get through her thoughts and emotions on her own, letting her decide when to speak. After a moment, she sniffled, and he turned. He watched as one solid tear ran down her cheek before he scooped her into his arms, and she cried. “I don’t want to leave.”  

“I know Nugget. But I got traded and I can’t leave you behind. I love you so much that I would never leave you behind.”  

She sobbed in his neck for a few more moments before he pulled her away. He inspected her blue eyes, eyes that had seen more than their fair share of heartbreak. “Is Scott going?” she asked again, needing to confirm that she was not losing everyone in her life. 

Frank nodded. “Scott is moving with us. We have a big house now near the beach.  There’s a room that has perfect light for my little artist with a balcony so she can set up her telescope and see the stars.”  

Mary sighed and leaned back into him. “Ok,” she whispered.  

“It's gonna be great, Nugget.  You’ll see. I got you into the science school for next year and we have a pool so we can keep up with swimming and you can try out for the team. I promise you; we’ll be great in Los Angeles.  Just you wait.”  

A few hours later saw Mary pass out in bed while Scott brought out the whiskey bottle.  He pours two fingers of the amber liquid and thrusted the tumbler into Frank’s hands.  “Ready to leave Boston?” 

“No.” Frank took a sip.  “I feel like if I leave, I am giving up.”  

“Giving up on what?” 

“Whatever love Abby and I could still have.”  

“She’s not even in Boston anymore.”  She hasn’t been since May the year before. Its August. Fifteen months later and it still hurt him that she was gone 

“I know. I understand it. But all of our memories are here.”  

Fifteen Years Earlier... 

Frank was sitting in chemistry class, doodling before class started. Mike was seated in the back, fucking teacher tried to seat everyone alphabetically but missed counted.  Now Frank sat alone at the front of the class.  The door opened but Frank didn’t acknowledge it.  The next thing he heard was the teacher saying, you can have a seat next to Mr. Alder.  His head snapped up as he saw a beautiful brunette walked towards him.  She had the blackest hair he had ever seen with the most beautiful curls.  As she walked closer, he couldn’t help but acknowledge her curves, but it was her eyes, deep brown with flecks of gold and green, that took him. 

She studied him for a moment.  “Hi. I’m Abby.”  

Frank swallowed.  “Hi, I’m Frank.”  

“Is this seat taken?”  She looked at his books spread out across the desk.  

“Shit, sorry.”  He gathered his stuff and stacked them in front of him.  She giggled as she sat. Once the teacher reviewed the syllabus for the semester of chemistry, she set a simple worksheet for each set of lab partners.  “So, I don’t think I’ve seen you in my classes before.”  

“Oh, probably not.”  She tucked a ringlet behind her ear.  “I’m a freshman but I tested out of freshman and sophomore science.”  

“Explains it. So you’re fourteen?” 

“Just turned.” She kept her gaze down.  

Frank studied her, noting the shyness in her face. “You look scared.”  

“Upper classmen intimidated me a little.” She finally looked up at him. He could tell that she wasn’t comfortable with her intelligence just yet. She was shy, lost in the whirlwind of being set up in an advanced class.  

“Well, stick with me and I’m make sure no one messes with you.”  

“Why wouldn’t anyone bother you?” 

“Because when you are a star athlete, no one messes with you.” Frank had just turned sixteen. A junior but the star first baseman for the school’s baseball team. He explained as much to her. “Friends with me and you’ll be going places.”  

“You know, you’re a little cocky for being sixteen.”  

“Have to be if I want to play professionally. So friends?” He stuck out his hand. 

She took it with a beautiful smile. “Friends.”  

Present... 

As Frank, Mary and Scott made their way to LA, Frank couldn’t help but reflect on the memory.  How stupid had he been to friend-zone himself that quickly. But, she had been a scared freshman, and chemistry was not the only upper-level class she been put in.  She also had Trigonometry and English 3 as well, and Frank happened to be in all of those classes as well.  

He had learned a lot about Abby.  She had come from a big family of immigrants. She would be the first to go to college, her aspirations to be a doctor.  

She made it, he thought as he studied the clouds in the sky. He did as well. He spent eight years with the Red Sox, the team he had cheered for as a boy. Moving away would be hard but a necessary change. He wanted to get away from all the bad memories he had there.  Between his fuck ups with Abby and the shit show his sister and mother had put him through over Mary, being in Los Angeles made the most sense.  

After landing, Frank found the car that the team sent to pick them up from the airport and take them to their new home. Frank had purchased new furniture so they wouldn’t have to ship all of their stuff from their old home.  He had kept the home in Boston for when they visited friends for breaks and holidays. Christmas in Boston would still be a must and he wanted to make sure that those traditions would be kept on track.  

The home was in Pacific Palisades, roughly an hour from the stadium but Frank wanted to have space away from the downtown area.  The ocean views and gated community made the decision but what sold Frank was the space Mary would have to be herself.  Her school was just a few minutes away, making it easy for Scott.  No, it wasn’t Boston, but they could make it a home.  

The next couple of days were filled with getting used to the area, finding their local grocery shops, restaurants, coffee shops and such, with the arrival of their things from the moving company.  It was mostly boxes of their things, clothes, Frank’s beloved 1968 Camero, but one thing that was most important.  It was the solid wood rocking chair from Mary’s room.  Frank couldn’t bare to part with it. He bought it to rock a six-month-old Mary to sleep, read her stories when she was older, hold her as she dealt with her emotions. It was the only heirloom they had. He immediately set it up in her room, placing her beloved penguin, Max, on it.  

On their fifth night in Los Angeles, Frank reminded Scott and Mary that he had a meeting with the team president, medical director and legal team, along with Andy and Steve, to sign his contract and fulfill his physical to start the season.  

“Why do they make you take a physical?” Mary asked, shoving a fry into her mouth.  

“To make sure I am healthy and in tip top shape,” Frank replied. “I should probably tell them I have a bad back from loading up your telescope into the truck. Thing weighs a ton.”  

“You bought it for me so that’s your own fault,” she sasses back, making Scott snort. “You should have made Scott carry it if you are too... delicate.”  

If Mary got anything from Frank, it was her ability to sass.  Frank was a smartass, from diapers according to his mother. Frank rolled his eyes as Scott roared with laughter. “Shut up,” he groaned. “On another subject, since we have to head into the city, do you know what is near the stadium?” 

“Parking lots?” 

“Seriously, stop,” he grumbled.  “No, we are close to that Funko store.”  

Mary’s eyes lit up. “Really?  Can we go?” 

Scott laughed, “I don’t know, you’ve been sassing him pretty hard there Nug.”  

“Please? Pretty please?” Mary used her one weapon at him: those damm blue eyes.  

“Fine, I guess,” Frank said with a sigh, hiding his smile. It was always his intention to take her. “Scott is going to take you to get breakfast and then a haircut while I am in my meeting and then we will go.”  

“Thank you, Frank!” She ran over to hug her uncle.  

“Welcome Nugget. Now finish up, you can read for an hour before bed.”  

The next morning, Frank was looking at a Los Angeles icon, Dodger Stadium.  It was his new home, his new team and hopefully his new life.  He asked a security guard where to go and was met at the door by an assistant.  She was a shameless flirt, commenting on Frank’s forearms and his tattoos, cooing about how good of a player he is.  There was zero chance of Frank being interested.  His Friday Night adventures were reserved for road trips only. His one-night stands worked out just fine, in his opinion.  

As he was guided into the conference room, Frank was met with the president of operations, Nick Stanton. “Mr. Stanton.” 

“Frank! Good to see you again.” He shakes hands with Frank. “We’re waiting for everyone so can I offer you a drink?” He gestures to Frank to sit at the table. 

“Just a cola, thanks.” Frank took the seat next to the head of the table.  

“How was the move?” 

“Smoother than I thought it would be. Mary, my niece, threw a couple of tantrums but between me and my nanny, we managed to get her here.”  

“Nanny?” 

“Oh yeah, Scott, he’s great. He was willing to move with us, which is great since Mary seems to only listen to him.” Frank chuckles. “Who would listen to your uncle/pseudo father?” 

“I remember that story,” Nick replies. “You are brave to take on a baby right after bring drafted.”  

Frank shrugged. “Its not that big of a deal. You would do anything for family, especially Mary.”  

More voices float towards the conference room and Frank stands as he sees his agent and lawyer walk in and shake his hand. Then the general manager for the Dodgers comes in, making small talk with Frank.  

“Ok, I think we are just missing the team doctor and our legal team,” Nick tells everyone. “Its not Natasha, she’s busy with another client.  She’s sending in their new associate.”  

Frank just nods as the GM goes over the training schedule and when he would meet the team.  The conference room door opens and another couple enters the room.  Frank turns to see and his stomach drops. He feels himself become clammy and pale. Because this shouldn’t be happening.  

He’s not supposed to be here.  

Fuck.  

He looks at the brunette that walked in with him.  

And she’s definitely not supposed to be here.  

What the FUCK! 

Abby Hernandez walked into the room.  

Holding Mike Weiss’s hand.  

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[panther-os]

Omg I wanna hear about the spiky blackberry wife!!! What is she like?? Does she fit JC's list?

She does!

naturally beautiful - my fc for her is Liu Shishi who is just. amazingly pretty

graceful and obedient - definitely graceful, and she's obedient but not blindly so, if she has a genuine problem, she'll bring it up to jc in private but she'll defer to him in public and make sure to present a united front

hard-working and thrifty - she's been managing her parents' household under her mother's oversight for a few years and she's good at it, she definitely knows her way around a budget as a result. she also wanted to learn how things were done to make sure she's giving sensible orders, so she knows how to cook and clean and occupy herself and will pitch in if needed, though she knows when to step back and let people do their jobs

coming from a respected family - she's the eldest daughter of the Ma clan leader, a minor clan of my own invention that is based in Yangquan and made up of horsemasters who provide the best trained horses to the Nie clan

cultivation level not too high - she's just powerful enough for minor talismans and short sword flights, she knows theory as well as strong cultivators do but she is not one herself, she still works hard to be able to defend herself and her home if it ever becomes necessary but for that she usually winds up training with non-cultivators and their methods

personality not too strong - this one was hard to find a balance because she can't be a doormat either, especially with jc's own strong personality, but I think I managed it where she's confident and willing to speak up when it matters but neither extremely strong-willed nor overtly challenging

not too talkative, voice not too loud - she's quiet when she talks at all, not in a "she doesn't like to talk" way but more in an introspective "she wants to make sure whatever she says is meaningful" way, she's a foil to jc in this way, where he talks a lot and says very little she instead talks very little and says a lot, but she's still good at conversation - she has to be in order to perform her political duties well

must treat Jin Ling nicely - to her, Jin Ling is a growly wet kitten she found behind a dumpster and she absolutely adores him for it, she will occasionally spoil him, and jc likes her because she's very clearly not trying to curry favor or anything, she sees Jin Ling for who he is and she accepts and loves him that way

bonus, here are my two favorite pictures of Liu Shishi for this character - both from zll/love lost in times (ofc my favorites have to include the one I found of her wearing purple):

I'm also going to be taking inspiration from the blue and grey one for the Ma clan colors, those feel close enough to the cql Nie to declare allegiance while distinct enough to be recognizable as their own sect.