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In 'vis a vis' Janeway doesn't mention B'Elanna in the list of people who're worried about Tom which implies that B'Elanna didn't report the fact that "Tom" grabbed her arm, called her a disappointment and broke up with her (as Janeway definitely would have mentioned it as evidence of him acting strange if she knew about it) which makes sense on several different fronts but also makes me scream and cry loud enough to break glass.

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Round 2, Match 23: Kaname Date vs. Jack Starbright

Submitted kids:

Kaname Date: Mizuki Okiura (or Date in AINI), and Iris Sagan

Jack Starbright: Alex Rider and Tom Harris (and i wouldnt be surprised if by the end of season three she's also adopted Kyra Vaschenko-Chao)

Propaganda under the cut!

Kaname Date:

1. "uhh implied spoilers i think but well. mizuki was literally legally adopted by him. as you can probably tell by the name change. and he was just dating iris' mom for only like 3 months before she went "hey so when are you going to marry my mom and become my dad. no i'm serious marry my mom. anyway can we play ratty cake." also the way he advices ryuki and bibi in aini is fatherly to me, even if i don't think the relationships r pseudo-fatherly i just think he's a good role model and if that's not what a good adoptive father is that goddamnit what's the point"

2. “Literally decided to take Mizuki away from her abusive family (he’s friends with her father) after just hearing about it, and called them bad parents for doing so. He meets Iris like once and then was like damn guess I’m a stepfather now and hangs out with her for a whole route like. He would adopt anyone. (AINI SPOILERS) I feel like Amame counts a little bit.”

Jack Starbright:

"was about to quit her job of looking after alex but then alex's guardian died and she went "guess he's my kid now" and didn't look back. and alex's best friend is always around so fuck might as well adopt him too while we're here. (to be clear, she does become alex's legal guardian at the end of season two, tom is not legally her kid he's just always at her house even when alex isn't home.) i'm almost certain she's trying to adopt kyra as well. jack is a twenty something year old woman who went from "i just look after this one kid when his uncle is away on business trips" to two "i have two teenage sons" pretty much the minute her boss died and she never looked back. she never asked for these kids, but she loves them more than anything and sacrifices so much to keep them safe."

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Representation in comics is seriously in the gutter these days but you know what specific examples really piss me off more than anything else?

When people try and use these panels to claim that Kitty is bi. This shit aggravates me on SO MANY LEVELS, first and foremost of which is the sheer fucking lack of self-respect on display that comes from it. Like I don't know about the white gays who go apeshit for these but Kitty's bisexuality being hinted at exactly once, not being addressed at all for two years, hinted at a second time then ignored again to this day really makes me feel so seen and represented. Call me old-fashioned but I want better than that, for Kitty and for myself.

And they hit you with that slick shit, they go "they kissed! She said she has a type "of guy"! What do you mean that's not canon!" and you know what, it would be canon, if writers knew how to do it, but they don't. Bluebird is my favourite DC character and her canonical coming out was not much better than whatever this attempt with Kitty is, she got canonised and then also promptly ignored and never addressed again, and that's BAD that's a damn SHAME there's prime opportunity here for interesting character work they're not taking advantage of

BUT.

At least she said it. At least she said, out loud, in plain English, on official ink and paper "I am bisexual" and now no one can take that from her, if they do it's intentional erasure. There is a concrete, inarguable source point to refer back to. Kitty never said it, so it doesn't count.

And that's not to say "every single comic character that gets canonised as LGBT+ HAS to say their sexuality out loud!!!" like no there are plenty of queer people who choose not to stick with one specific label preferring to be nebulous and undecided and that's FINE that's GREAT it's a viable avenue for representation in comics

BUT.

If a character doesn't say it out loud then the trade off is you have to put the work in, you have to do it in a meaningful way, you can't just do it once then only do it whenever you need to tell people "hey we didn't forget!" And that's just not something editorial is willing to commit to. Worth noting too, HUGE benefit of the doubt to the writers, the fact these panels even exist is a sign they want to do it, but for my sanity, I'm gonna assume it's editorial's fault. That said, there are a few names that come to mind but that's for another post.

Comics are getting more and more progressive each year, which is so great to see

BUT.

(Last one I promise)

The trade off for THAT is they're so so scared of offending anybody, they don't want to say for absolute certainty that anyone is or isn't - do the words "bare minimum" sound familiar? - and the ones that do by some miracle get confirmed, like Tim/Bernard or JayJon - are immediately shoved together with some zero development character that was so painfully obviously shoehorned in just to say that the other character is LGBT, and they're just not INTERESTING. All these relationships are clean and safe, pulled fresh from a Hallmark commercial and the dialogue is written like a goddamn PSA instead of real people. And I don't even care about Tim or Jon like that (especially not with Tom Taylor's hack writing) so that should be an indicator of how much this pisses me off, like we are never returning to the days of Scandal Savage marching into hell to save her one true love then ending up in a poly relationship because they're scared of implying that gay people go to hell or something equally stupid and cowardly.

So uh tl;dr Big 2 Comics are fucking spineless in case you didn't know that and please don't hope for actual representation from them, go out and read some books that actually do interesting and engaging explicit queer relationships (start with Invisible Kingdom by G. Willow Wilson)

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𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲 || prompt::holding hands every chance they have

Ship(?): Nitara x Tomáš

Rated: fluff??

Warnings: slight Yandere behavior?, implied stalking, Skin-Deep AU

           Sareena had never expected her High School friend to be anything but a bitch of diva, neither does she believe in miraculous changes of people's personas overnight, but what the fuck is this?!

           Did someone hit Nitara over the head? Ever since Sareena invited her to come with her sister and other two friends out, she began to act differently, as if the world's sweetest girl in all of ever existing realms that may be out there.

           It started a month ago, and Sareena was already going crazy when it was just a week.

           Idly scrolling through a website while ignoring her father's newest messages - old man felt bothered enough today to see if his youngest child is still successful, it seems - was a surprising routine of waiting from an independent fashion designer while her top catwalk model was still saying her goodbyes to her fans at the backstage.

           What Sareena came unexpectedly across on the screen had her eyes widening comically. She got some new recommanded posts, liked by her bestie Nitara herself. Invested, she went over to the fashion model blog's liked posts. Aside from fashion and beauty there were a lot of tattoo pictures and videos from one of Ashrah's friend.

           The gorgeous tattooist. As Nitara once quoted.

           Sareena stopped her facial muscles from cringing, not risking any wrinkles. "Stalking much...?"

           She didn't think much of it at that time, thinking that her friend is finally getting a tattoo on her own after dream-talking about it for years. And she did had the right idea but it wasn't the whole truth.

           When the two girls were later picked up by a moss-colored pickup truck driven by Ashrah's boyfriend, Syzoth, and Tomáš was at the back to Sareena's complete suprise Nitara took a place next to him than inside the comfy car. Sareena greeted her older sister before taking a seat next to her inside.

           "Thank you, Tomas." the ginger oh-so-sweetly cooed, her emerald eyes sparkled like those of a school girl when the man in the trunk helped her limb in. She did it as elegantly as she could with her heels.

           Offering back a smile, Tomáš gave her his seat. It was warm and it's cold outside tonight, seeing her in a tight, knee-long dress with a light shrug - he wanted to be helful in some way. And the group was off on the road to their next destination; a club.

           Nitara was glad that with the layers of make-up no one could tell she was blushing all the way to her neck. His hand was big against hers, he would be able to hald both her dainty wrists in one hand if he so wished becasue she was more than eager for that to happen, his knuckles were veiny and something about those types of hands charmed her.

           But the woman made sure she was obviously looking at the strain and flex of his arms when he was pulling her up as if she was just a feather. If he saw it and it boosted his ego then the humble man kept it for himself.

           "Hey, Tom-aaa-sh?" Nitara tried her luck in pronouncing his name in his language, she did butcher it but it at least made him laugh.

           "You were pretty close, an A for effort. The S with caron is harder for anyone." Tomáš grinned, he's not mean-spirited but he enjoys seeing people fail when trying to speak Czech.

           She giggled when she was being praised, she raked her ginger lock behind her ear.

           "Will you have any slots available next month? I have been thinking a lot and I'd really love a tattoo. From you." she scooted closer on the blanket they used as a seat and looked at him with big, hopeful eyes, her manicured, ringed hands gently placed on his that was on his propped knee and he didn't shy away from that touch.

           Tomáš looked back at the road, then at the buildings they were passing by, thinking and Nitara took advantage of it by getting closer and enjoy his body heat.

           "I will have to check my notes back at the studio but I guess I will be free at the end of the next month." he finally replied, looking back at Nitara who was beaming with glee like an excited kid.

           "Splendid! Can't wait~" she cooed and it brough out a chuckle from him, he didn't mind Nitara's getle squeeze on his hand, it felt like a friendly-affectionate gesture.

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I Was Awake

Part 2 of If Only You Were Awake

Pairing: Mob!Tom x Reader

Summary: You tell Tom you heard his confession

Warnings: Implied smut (cuz actual smut is hard to write)

A/N: So, I have considered making this a series but I wasn't sure anyone would like it. But if you liked these two fics let me know if you would like to see this turned into an actual series.

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You sat across from your best friend Belle in the kitchen as you both ate your breakfasts quietly.

You had bags under your eyes completely exhausted. The rest of the night that followed Tom's confession had been restless. You didn't sleep well, your mind running wild. Tom liked you. The scariest mob boss in all of London liked you. Of course you liked him back, it was hard not to. You loved how powerful and intimidating he was, and you also loved how sweet and charming he could be underneath his cold exterior.

You felt so many emotions. You were flustered, excited, turned on...

Hearing him call you princess and pretty girl made your heart race. The nicknames he usually called you were darling and sweetheart, which would already make you blush and stutter. But the new ones made you weak in a way you couldn't explain. And all you could do was imagine him calling you princess as he fucked you.

"Hey (N/N)." You were snapped from your daydream. "You okay? You just got really red." Belle said.

You cleared your throat, "I'm fine, just tired." You sighed.

"Were you up late with Tom again?" She teased.

You rolled your eyes at her, "Shut up, and no that's not what happened."

Belle raised her eyebrow, "Oh so that means something did happen then. Is it about Tom?"

"No?" 

"Oh my god, something happened! Did he hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable cause if he did I'm not afraid to beat his ass." Belle exclaimed.

She had been the only other person you could talk to in Tom's mansion, so you had told her everything that happened between you and Tom. Belle supported it, she saw how you came out of your shell and how Tom seemed to be happier ever since the two of you started talking. But Belle was terrified Tom would screw it up, you were so innocent and kind she was scared that he might end up hurting you.

You rolled your eyes again, "Calm down, that's not it."

"Then what is it?"

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably, "Well uh, I stayed up late last night waiting for Tom but I fell asleep on the couch in the TV room. He came back really late and I guess he heard the TV because he walked in. I woke up by his footsteps and I was about to get up, but then he started saying all these things."

Belle was completely intrigued, "What kind of things?"

"Um, some nice things... and then some dirty things." You said looking down at your tea.

"No way! I need to know everything he said!" She yelled.

Your face turned red, "No! Oh my god, I don't wanna repeat the things he said!"

"You have to now, I need to know."

"...Ugh, fineee." You whined, "He came in and said I was driving him crazy and that he wished I was his so he could love me." You said paraphrasing.

"And then..." Belle urged.

"And then... he said he wished I was his so he could also... fuck me." You stated awkwardly. "And uh... then he said something about the noises I'd make and he bet that he could have me screaming his name in seconds."

"Holy shit, did he say anything else?"

"No, after that he just carried me to bed." You shrugged.

"And he had no clue you were awake?" 

You shrugged again, "I guess not."

"Well you gotta tell him you heard him!"

"W-what!? No! I can't do that." You refused. 

"C'monnn." She whined. "I'm tired of you guys just hanging out and flirting with each other. Make a move, you know he likes you."

"Yes, but c'mon Belle he's the leader of a freakin mob." This had been something you've been worried about. You knew what he did, he'd come home with bruised knuckles and blood on his shirt. And it scared you. Personally Tom never scared you but knowing some of the things that happened behind closed doors at his job, freaked you out.

"(N/N), I grew up around all this mob stuff, so I know first hand how hard it can be. But I think you can handle it, you've got Tom and you've got me. So I think you should go for it."

"...I-I'll think about it."

~

The rest of the day progressed as it normally did. You hung out with Belle, screwing around in the mansion. It also proved to be hard getting Tom off your mind, but that also may have been because you weren't trying. You wanted him and the more you thought about it the less his job seemed to matter. And as by the end of the day, you came to the conclusion that you wanted to talk about what happened. Belle had been very excited about the prospect.

It was hard to predict when Tom would return, but he always came back late. You had accidentally fallen asleep again, it seemed these days he would come back later and later. It had been 2 in the morning when you woke up. 

Your nerves instantly returned when you saw the time. Taking a shaky breath you got off of your bed and went to check if Tom was back. The answer was confirmed once you saw the light peaking out from under his bedroom door. 

'Well here goes nothing'

You knocked on the door, bouncing on the balls of your feet. The door opened, revealing Tom with messy curls, wearing only sweatpants. You bit your lip as you looked at his chest, looking at his muscle. Realizing you had been staring you tore your eyes away and looked up at his face, which held a smug smirk. "Did you need something, darling?" He asked.

"Um, uh y-yeah. I w-wanted to talk to y-you about something." You said, silently cursing yourself for acting so nervous.

"Alright, come in." He held the door wider for you, once you entered, he closed the door. It hadn't been the first time you were in his room, sometimes you'd fall asleep next to him in his bed when you had a nightmare or felt lonely. So, being behind closed doors with him had never put you on edge, but tonight it did. He walked around you and sat on the edge of his bed. "Alright, darling, go ahead."

You ran your fingers through your hair and started pacing back and forth. "Okay, so I-I don't really know how to j-just come out and say this, c-cause I-I'm not very g-good wi-"

"Darling." Tom said cutting you off and you stopped pacing. He stood up and walked towards you. He brought his hand up and held your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. Your breath got caught in your throat. "Relax, just tell me what's on your mind sweetheart."

You took in a shaky breath and nodded your head. "I was... I was awake." 

It took Tom a second to understand what you meant. Once he realized what you were referring to he was taken aback and he let go of your chin to run that hand through his hair, backing up. "You were?" You nodded your head. "So, you heard everything I said?"

You nodded again. "E-every word."

Tom looked at the ground. "Well then... how do you feel?" Tom would never admit it, but he was nervous. He had never been in love and had never felt rejection and if he lost you he would most likely become the bitter man he was before. 

"I- I want to be yours." You said softly. "... so you can show me how I should be loved... a-and how I should be fucked." 

You whispered the last part but Tom heard it clearly. He looked up making eye contact with you. The atmosphere in the room became tense and you both felt the buried feelings you held for each other rising to the surface. And just like that Tom's nerves disappeared and was replaced with power, which he was all too familiar with. 

The only girl he ever fell in love with just told him she wanted him to love her and fuck her. You noticed the change, he stood up a little straighter, his eyes became darker and held something in them that sent your heart racing. 

"Is that right, princess?" He asked rhetorically, his voice lower, as he stalked towards you slowly.

There was the nickname again. Princess. How a simple word could send your heart racing was beyond you. He noticed a shiver run down your spine and how you let out an almost inaudible whimper at the nickname.

He had reached you and placed his hands on your hips pulling you close. Your hands flew to rest on his chest and you looked up at his face that hovered inches from yours. Your breaths mixing together. "Y'like that sweetheart?" He teased. "You like it when I call you princess?"

You nodded your head. "Y-yeah." You said breathless your eyes wide and innocent.

Tom loved your innocence, it was so different from what he saw everyday. He moved his lips by your ear. "I love how fucking innocent you are, pretty girl. It makes me think dirty things about you." He growled lowly and started to leave open mouthed kisses down your neck

"L-like what?" You whimpered.

"Like picturing you... writhing underneath me... as I fuck you into the matress." He said in between kisses and your moans. "Or... having you bent over my desk... while you scream my name... would you like that princess?"

"Mmhmm." You hummed, not trusting your voice.

"Be a good girl for me, use your words." He demanded, your knees going weak at his dominance

You opened your mouth, letting out a loud moan as he bit and kissed a certain spot on your neck, "Ah~ F-fuck yes."

His lips left your neck and hovered over yours and he whispered, "God, I fucking love you." and crashed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans and kissing you for the first time. He tasted like cigars and there was a hint of whiskey, but also a sweetness you couldn't quite place. He was intoxicating and you felt completely consumed by him. Your breaths labored as you tried to keep up with his pace. It was passionate and rough, expressing all the feelings he developed these past five months that he got to know you. He held you flush to his body, gripping your hips tightly as you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging at the brown curls making him groan into the kiss. 

You both pulled away and panted as you stared into each others eyes. "I love you too." You whispered and he smiled.

You bit your lip and took a deep breath, "I w-want you t-to show me how I should be fucked."

His smile turned into a smirk.

"As you wish, princess."

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