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mortwig · 2 years ago

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Sparks Fly

Entry for the amazing’s @withahappyrefrain “Dicked Down December”. Written for the loveliest and kindest person ever born: @ouralcohol

18+ EXPLICIT [minors DNI] - Peter Parker fanfic

Words: 5,2k

Pairing: fem!reader* x Peter Parker (based on TASM!Peter but flexible)

Summary: Friends/Co-workers to Lovers, Christmas vibes

Tags: 18+ explicit, strangers to work besties to lovers, so much fluff, smut (only in the Epilogue though), nudity, vaginal sex, oral sex (both F receiving), all characters are 18+.

Song inspo: Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift

Moodboard: here

“I hadn’t realised we needed a new PE teacher?” you mentioned casually, while taking a bite of your sandwich. You and your work bestie, Kayla, were sitting under the shade of some trees, hiding from the hot late summer sun. Children were running around playing tag, sometimes even using you as cover.

Kayla looked up quickly, mild panic on her face. The principal was with a tall, dark-haired man, pointing to the different facilities from the other end of the playground. “Tan pronto?” she whispered under her breath.

You looked at her quizzingly. Kayla always wore her heart on her sleeve. She was never good at hiding emotions, and right now was no exception. She took a deep breath and, looking down at her shoes, said:

“I’ve been offered to be vice-principal in a different school… And I’ve said yes. I guess that guy must be my replacement.”

“Kayla, that is amazing! Enhorabuena!” You went to hug her, but she turned, tears welling up in her eyes.

“The job is in Florida.”

Your face dropped, and your arms did too, now hanging uselessly at your sides. The tears were also making an appearance on your face.

“I’m sorry.” She managed before the sobs overtook her.

You looked at her for a long moment before pulling her into a hug.

“I’m not. You’ve needed a change for a long time and this sounds like an amazing opportunity. I’m proud of you for taking this step. And I’ll be visiting. Often. You won’t get rid of me that easily.”

It turned out that Kayla’s replacement as a science teacher was a guy from New York called Peter Parker. Rumour had it he was running away from something, or someone, back home. But when you asked, he just gave a vague response about him “also needing a change”. You didn’t press any further. After all, we all have our demons.

He caught on pretty quickly to the bond you and Kayla had, and it was as though he could feel your pain. Every time you felt the sadness creeping in, he would pop by with a question about school protocols or class locations.

Some petty part of you wanted to dislike him. He would never replace Kayla. He was just some guy. And the truth was, he didn’t replace her. But instead, he filled a void you didn’t know you had. You and Kayla had bonded over good food, Top Gun, and fanfiction of some superhero or other. You’d cook and then be lazy together, laughing and fawning over hot fictional guys and celebrities. Peter was different, he was intent on learning Spanish and he convinced you to go on runs together so he could practice his pronunciation. After endless conversations about anything ranging from soccer to Taylor Swift lyrics, by Thanksgiving you were essentially inseparable.

“Listen up, team! This year, it’s the music department’s turn to organize the staff Christmas party.”

You saw at least four people near you stifle a disappointed groan. The music department was composed of three very extra teachers who were known for the most extravagant ideas and an obsession with glitter for some reason. You wondered if they’d magically found each other or if joining the group implied a transformation into whatever they had going on.

Diana, the oldest of the three, stepped up, hands clasped in an effort to hide her excitement.

“We have a very special evening prepared for all of you. Unfortunately, the PE department wasn’t okay with us using the gym because, I quote ‘it’s a bitch to clean up, and you’ll be too hangover to do it’. So we’ve had to move the location to the old Victorian house at the end of the road that turns out is owned by Michael’s great aunt and which has been recently renovated in an effort to rent it out to tourists next summer.”

Diana’s gossiping and oversharing was nothing new, and most of the staff were only half listening by this point.

“The theme is Christmas fairytale. You must adhere to the theme. If you do not, you will be banned from the bar area. You have been warned.”

“Oh my god.” You whispered. “They did it. They figured out how to get people to put in some effort. Threaten them with an alcohol-free Christmas party.”

Peter giggled under his breath next to you. It didn’t matter how many times you heard that stupid laugh of his, it still made your heart skip a beat. It was like hearing a song you loved as a child that you’d forgotten about. Like the gasp of excitement at the arrivals lounge of an airport on the 24th of December, when someone sees that person they’ve been missing for ages. Like the pop of a champagne cork celebrating a long-awaited pregnancy over Christmas dinner. Like the crinkle of wrapping paper around a perfectly chosen present. It was a simple sound, but it filled you with pure, soul-warming joy.

You didn’t dare look his way though, because he might notice a slight red tinge to your cheeks, a vague indication of a simmering feeling trying to find its way out of your chest, one way or another.

“Kayla, I don’t want to go…”

“You’ve said that seven times in the last hour. I’ve been counting.” Kayla had her phone up by her stove and was making something that, you assumed, smelled as delicious as it looked. Her hands were on her hips, in a proper scolding teacher pose.

“But it’s true…” You pouted, sitting back on the mattress. The numerous layers of fabric of the dress you were trying on covered most of the bed.

“What exactly is the problem? We’ve already decided that the dress is beautiful and on theme, you’ll get enough alcohol to endure Sarah’s incessant bickering, you can watch Jerry make a fool of himself on the dancefloor after four tequilas, and most importantly: you can collect intel on all the new flings that form under the glittery mistletoe that these guys have undoubtedly hung in every dark corner.”

“But it won’t be any fun without you…”

“You have a new friend now!”

“He’s no you.”

“No, he’s way hotter.” Kayla raised her eyebrows and smirked at you through the phone screen.

“Shut up.” you replied, rolling your eyes. “It’s not like that.”

“Why not though?”

“Because… I’m not looking for anything right now.”

“Come on… You’ve ‘not been looking for anything’ for years now. Isn’t it time to have some fun? Or at the very least, some drama to entertain your best friend?”

“You’re the worst. Peter and I are on track to become good friends. If I lose him over a silly infatuation, I’ll be even lonelier without either of you. Not worth it.”

“HA! I knew it! I knew you liked him.”

You instantly regretted your wording, but there was no time to discuss it further. The doorbell rang and with a quick “Gotta go, bye!” the call was over and you were clumsily slipping out of the dress.

“Coming!!” you shouted as you slipped on an oversized hoodie. Hopefully it was the delivery guy with that cute light-up Christmas jumper you’d ordered two weeks ago.

But when you opened the door, Peter was standing there, looking absolutely dashing. Because the truth was, what you told Kayla was a “silly infatuation” was in fact a full-on raging crush. And it had been going on for weeks now.

The way you thought about him switched in your brain right after Thanksgiving. You had a very bad brain day. You didn’t mean for things to escalate, and you certainly didn’t mean to cry in front of him, but all the emotions you had been bottling up exploded and all sorts of negative thoughts appeared all at once.

And he’d said nothing, because there was nothing to be said. You didn’t want to hear another “it’ll be okay” or another “it’ll pass”, and he didn’t say those words. Instead, he hugged you and held you for a minute, five, half an hour, forty-five minutes. While you just cried and cried and cried. And then when you stopped sobbing, he took your hand, took you to the nice bar down the road, bought you a smoothie and told you about the movies that he and his aunt May and uncle Ben used to watch every single Christmas.

Since then, every one of his smiles held a different meaning and every one of his light touches to your arm stung like an electrical discharge. And while you knew nothing could happen -should happen- between you, you couldn’t stop yourself from imagining a life with him, your mind racing with images of picket fences and golden retrievers and children running around the living room.

“Hello…” Peter was still standing in front of you, his eyes wide in both confusion and worry. How long had you been standing there, staring into the void, thinking about how in love you were?

“Peter!” You blurted out.

“That’s me…”

You continued to stare blankly at him, your brain refusing to cooperate as your heart raced at the sight of his unruly hair sticking out in twenty different directions.

“I’m not one to judge anyone’s fashion sense, but I have to say I’m surprised that you chose the mustard stain look to go to Taylor Swift karaoke.”

“Wasn’t that Thursday?”

“Darling, today’s Thursday…” If your brain was short-circuiting before, his use of the endearing term sent it into overdrive and you felt light-headed for a second. You recovered quickly though, you’d had enough breakdowns in front of him for what was left of the year.

“Fuck.”

Despite the facts finally falling into place in your brain, you still didn’t move. So, Peter gently placed his hands on your shoulders and moved you to the side, stepping into your hall.

“You go get changed, I’ll grab the tickets. Where can I find them?”

“Yes, right, sorry.” You shook your head, coming back to Earth. “I think they’re stuck to the fridge. Otherwise… Somewhere on the counter, I guess. I’m sure you’ll find them eventually.”

You ran upstairs to your bedroom, your ballgown still covering most of your floor space. You didn’t really have the time to curate an outfit so you took the most basic black dress and the first pair of nice shoes you could find. It hadn’t even been ten minutes and you were back by the front door, keys in hand, coat on.

“Okay, I’m ready. Sorry about that.”

“You have a very messy place.”

“Not usually, I don’t… It’s just been a messy few weeks.” Messy in your head, you meant. Because it had been a long time since your heart had been in such a fit of emotion that it neglected all responsibilities. Like the night before, when you’d ignored the pile of dirty dishes and instead opened a bottle of wine and wrote self-indulging friends-to-lovers fanfiction that was definitely not a vivid daydream of Peter and you.

“I like your wall art, by the way…” You felt him looking at you from the corner of his eye as you locked the door and headed towards your car. “Spiders, huh…?”

You chuckled. “Yeah, spiders…”

“What’s so funny about spiders?” Did he sound almost… offended?

“Nothing actually. I used to be very scared of them. I sometimes am, still. But that wall art is part of my journey of getting over my fears, and it’s also a reminder of what I’m capable of if I get my mind to it.”

You glanced his way. He looked equal parts confused and in awe.

“Sorry, that was way too deep.” You cleared your throat, suddenly a bit overwhelmed and ashamed of your oversharing. “What do you want to sing first? I say we start with a classic, something from Speak Now maybe?”

Peter was still just staring at you. He didn’t laugh though, he didn’t even look uncomfortable. He seemed just… curious. After what seemed like an eternity in your over-thinking brain, he finally spoke slowly:

“Perhaps ‘Sparks Fly’.” He didn’t take his eyes off your face, studying you, your reaction, the way your eyes widened ever so slightly before you could put on your best neutral expression.

“A bop. Sounds good.”

You tossed and turned in bed, running through the events of the evening in your mind. Aside from the rocky start, it had been generally uneventful. Or so you tried to tell yourself. Because really, was there much to pinpoint that would make it different from any other meet-up with friends? There had been his hand gently touching your waist on your way into the bar. How he twirled you on your way to get a drink because someone was singing Lover. How he’d made his way to the bartender and winked at you when he got your order right within the first guess. And a million other tiny things. But above all, more than every other little gesture of kindness and every other possible indication of flirting, there had been Sparks Fly. How he’d held your hands throughout the chorus, and how he’d stared deep into your eyes and ran your hands through your hair at the start of the bridge. You’d expected him to laugh it off, to say he was just joking. Anything, any indication that there was not something weird going on between you. But he hadn’t. And now you were left wondering if maybe it was reciprocal. If he also felt the butterflies, the tension, the tug at his heart to kiss you when he leaned in to help you open your front door that always gets a bit stuck in the evenings. He said nothing. You said nothing. And you supposed life went on, same same but different.

As usual, you’d miscalculated how much time you would need to get ready and you were running late. You still had to do hair and make-up and you were supposed to meet Peter in ten minutes. You sighed heavily as you sat down in front of your mirror, phone in hand.

> Running late

> I’ll meet you there

> You sure?

> I don’t mind waiting

> Yeah sure

> You’ll just stress me out

> I would never

You giggled at the glassy-eyed cat sticker on your screen.

You hated – hated – getting to events alone. It was so awkward. Even if you knew everyone there, and you got along well with most of them. That feeling of having to find a conversation to engage in, those first few minutes. They were awful.

The hall was empty when you arrived so you sneaked a selfie in the huge vintage mirror that decorated one of the walls. You sent it to Kayla. After all, the outfit had been chosen with her. You were wearing a huge puffy white and ice-blue dress that shimmered magically under the light. A delicate mistletoe wreath on your head and some angel wings completed the look. “A Christmas angel-fairy”, Kayla called it.

You followed the noise to what must have been the dining room, but which had been turned into a ballroom. You gasped at how magical it looked. The renovated ceiling had been decorated with thousands of tiny lights that gave the room a warm glow and made everything look ethereal. The heavy red velvet courtains were drawn, and two fireplaces were lit. Christmas trees stood in every corner, decorated with classic red ornaments and gold tinsel. A bar had been set up at the end of the room, by a band that was playing a cover of Ayo Technology. They had several big bowls full of smoking drinks, and a guy dressed as an elf was mixing drinks for a very happy-looking admin team.

You looked around for Peter, in hopes of going straight to talk to him instead of having to engage in small talk with colleagues you weren’t nearly drunk enough to deal with. It might have worked, had he not been standing at the opposite end of the room. He was wearing black suit and trousers, a flowery midnight blue vest and a beautiful matching cape that brushed the floor with his every move. And… was that an eye patch? What even was that costume?

It took you close to half an hour to make your way to him, which included, amongst others: four compliments on your dress, one joke about the mistletoe on your head by Olivia from admin, and several questions about how Kayla was doing in Florida.

“What is that supposed to be? Santa’s ocean affairs delegate, pirate Parker?”

Peter scoffed, and even before he turned, he already shot back:

“Excuse you, you uncultured ignorant. I’m uncle Drosselmeyer from the Nutcracker. And this cape took a week to make, so be nice.”

Your eyebrows shot up. He’d never mentioned an interest in ballet, let alone in sewing.

When he finally took a look at you, he let out a low whistle. “Damn, you look stunning.” He took your hand and twirled you slowly, admiring the outfit from all angles. “I didn’t know you vibed with long gowns and angelical accessories.” His cheeks were slightly redder than usual, and you couldn’t tell if he’d already had a couple of drinks or if he was somewhat flustered.

“It seems we still have a lot of things to learn about each other.” You muttered under your breath.

You really thought you’d said it quietly. The room was loud enough that you had to speak up to hear and be heard. Yet Peter leaned in closer, your cheeks almost touching, and whispered just loud enough that you almost weren’t sure if it had been your imagination:

“I can’t wait.”

You took a step back in surprise, but he’d already turned to one of the arts and crafts teachers to compliment her elaborate hairdo with little golden bells sticking out of it. People really went all out when alcohol was on the line. You were no exception. You headed right to the bar.

You danced, you talked, you drank, you laughed. You even cried once in the bathroom after you saw Kayla’s supportive messages in response to your picture from earlier.

It was almost midnight and you were positively drunk. The kind of happy drunk that gives you just a little too much confidence and a lot of courage. So when the band’s guitar player started playing the first few notes of Love Story, you ran to Peter so you could sing it together at the top of your lungs.

His eyepatch long gone and his hair messier than ever, you could tell he was also drunk. His casual touches were becoming more frequent. His eyes lingered in yours for longer. His smile was cheekier. His whispers more intimate. And, in your inebriation, you felt that spark between you stronger than ever. As if you could almost see it if you focused on the narrowing space between you.

It still came as a surprise when the band got to the outro and he put both his hands on your waist and pulled you close.

“Let’s go outside for a minute.”

He must have been exploring the house earlier because, instead of taking you out through the front door, he led you upstairs through the beautiful staircase in the hall, his hand firmly around yours. You looked around dreamily, your eyes hazy. Whatever the music department had done with the party, you had to give them that it truly felt like a Christmas fairytale. Through a few doors, you were out on a balcony, overlooking the backyard of the house which was also decorated and lit with a range of Christmas decorations.

You stood there, looking out at the beautiful scenery around you. For a minute, you forgot you were there with Peter, you were just drunk and happy and content.

But then Peter let go of your hand. And, as if he was the anchor keeping you from slipping out of your daydream, you looked back at him, concern drawn on your features. Your heart started beating, it felt loud enough that if Peter started talking, you weren’t sure you’d hear him.

“Y/N…”

He searched your face for something, but you were too scared to say anything.

“Listen, I’ll probably regret this when I wake up sober and hungover tomorrow morning…” His voice trailed off, and he cleared his throat, maybe trying to gather enough courage to carry on. “I… I think I’m in love with you.”

Your eyes widened, your mouth agape in shock. You couldn’t form a single word, let alone a full sentence. Seeing how you had been left speechless, Peter continued, trying to fix whatever might have been broken with those few words.

“But I promise I won’t let it affect our friendship. I have a lot of fun with you, I don’t want to lose the best friend I’ve made in years.”

You continued to stare at him, your mind racing but your tongue tied. Ten seconds passed, twenty, maybe thirty, and you said nothing. It must have looked terrible from his perspective. But you couldn’t work out what to say, you were frozen in place.

“I’m so sorry.” He turned and walked back inside, while your hand covered your mouth and you tried to work out what to do. Would you risk the friendship you felt in your bones could be one of the most important ones in your life? Would you risk the awkwardness at work if it didn’t work out? Would you, for a relationship life you always claimed you didn’t want? You already knew what your heart would respond to all those questions: yes, yes, yes. You searched your reason, your cold, calculating brain, for a different answer. But again: yes, yes, yes. How could you not?

Your heels were comfortable but it was still a struggle to run with the voluminous dress.

“Peter wait!” You yelled when you got to the top of the staircase. He was almost downstairs, his cape flowing behind him with every step he took. “I’m sorry!”

He looked back, caution written all over his face.

“I’m sorry.” You repeated as you rushed down. “I don’t want to lose you either, but…” panic replaced every emotion that was rushing through your veins, as you felt one of the silky underlayers of the dress get caught under your toes. In slow motion, you realized Peter was too far down to catch you, but at least you wouldn’t take him down with you. Your wreath went flying off your head as you braced yourself for impact. But the crash against the cold steps never came, only two warm arms holding you firmly.

“But what?”

You looked around in shock, trying to work out how he’d made it up half the staircase in less than a second. “How…?”

“But what?” he insisted, interrupting you. You looked back at him.

“But I’ll risk it all.” You inhaled deeply. “Because I think I’m in love with you too.”

Peter’s relief was obvious, from the way his body relaxed noticeably, and from the smile he flashed at you. He helped you upright so you could gather yourself. You were checking the damage to your dress, partly hiding from the sudden elephant in the room, partly to make sure you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself again.

Once it was obvious you were stalling, Peter cleared his throat. When you looked up, he had an eyebrow raised, and gently nodded up. Hanging about a feet over your heads was your mistletoe wreath. It seemed to be floating mid air but upon closer inspection you realized it was dangling from what seemed to be a spider web.

“How…?” again, it was all you could think to say. But this time, Peter wasn’t so patient. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you in for a kiss.

EPILOGUE

There hadn’t been much time, Peter left to spend Christmas with his Aunt May in New York. You would also be visiting family.

As for New Year’s… Let’s just say things had worked out nicely and Peter was now running his hands through your hair and kissing your neck and up towards the back of your ear. And oh if he didn’t stop whispering sweet nothings against your skin, you were certain you would melt into goo and dissolve right there on the sofa.

“You are absolutely stunning.”

“Mmh…” You hadn’t been able to form a coherent sentence in the last ten minutes. You just hummed and whimpered while your body reacted to what you could have sworn was electricity passing to and from between the two of you.

Peter reached further down, caressing your back and waist tentatively. He was taking his sweet time and, as much as adored it, you felt a need building up in your core that needed to be met, and it needed to be met soon.

“Let’s move to the bed.” As much of a people pleaser as you usually were, the suggestion came out as a demand, firm and confident. In return, Peter didn’t hesitate, he simply looked into your eyes and picked you up bridal style.

You were impressed by how easily he carried you up the stairs, reminding you that you still hadn’t worked out how he’d managed the sprint up the stairs at the party. But that was a conversation for another moment because Peter was putting you down on the bed and seeking confirmation in your eye as his fingers trailed circles on your thighs. You nodded and he proceeded to run his hands up under your skirt, pulling down the hem of your tights. His hands ran back up your legs to pull your panties to the side. His fingers ran up and down the inside of your thighs as his lips met your clit, giving it a soft kiss before licking up and down and getting to work.

You lost track of time, and you were pretty sure you ascended to an alternate reality at some point, and were only brought back by the tightening coil in your abdomen. Peter switched perfectly between licking, sucking, kneading your thighs and humming against you in satisfaction. It was as if he could hear your heartbeat accelerate and relax with every wave of pleasure, giving him privileged information as to how to act at every precise moment.

But it was only after he put in his index finger inside you that you felt the orgasm incoming.

“Oh, fuck, Peter.”

You felt him smile cheekily against your clit, and you wanted to smack his head. You probably would have if he hadn’t been in charge of your pleasure at the time.

A second finger quickly followed, hitting your G spot at just the right time while your clit remained at his tongue’s mercy.

“Peter!” you whimpered, your right hand gripping his messy hair, while your left hand held onto the sheets for dear life. Your moans filled the room as you rode your high, his fingers maintaining a constant speed throughout your orgasm.

You were panting, still trying to catch your breath, as Peter undid his shirt buttons and helped you out of your dress.

“I cannot stress this enough; you are gorgeous.”

You peeked through your half-closed eyelids only to find him standing there, admiring your body.

“Beautiful enough to make love to?” Peter’s eyes went dark with desire at the question and you smirked at him.

The remaining clothes that still clung to your bodies were quickly removed and discarded. Peter kneeled between your legs, his hands combing his hair back. He was hard and leaking precum already. The awareness of him being this aroused just from making out with you and eating you out hit you like a train and you spread your legs wider for him.

“Ready?” he asked.

“So ready.” You winked at him and his cheeks turned just a tiny bit redder.

He didn’t rush it, he took his time, letting you adjust to his size. He only started pumping once you nodded at him. Slow, long strokes had you whimpering and squirming as you hid your head in the pillow, self-conscious of all the noises you were making.

“Hey, look at me. Those sounds you’re making are the hottest thing I’ve ever heard but I want to see you too.”

You were flustered, it was as if he could read your mind. But you made an effort and kept looking at him. And oh, was it worth it. He sped up his pace and lowered himself down to his elbows, close enough to kiss you and for you to grab his hair again. God, he had such amazing hair. He was panting, he seemed to be struggling.

“Tired, Parker?” You giggled in his ear.

“No, not at all. I’m just trying very hard not to cum because it would be embarrassing to last literally five minutes and also I want to make you cum at least once more.”

You were taken aback by this display of honesty. You had to admit you’d never been with any straight guy who felt so comfortable admitting stuff like that.

“I can help with that.”

You pushed him back a little, just enough that you could reach into your nightstand drawer and squirt some lube onto your hand.

Peter wasn’t moving, just looking at you in fascination. You reached between your bodies and circled your clit just like you did when you were alone. When your first moan hit his ears, Peter was brought back to Earth and he started pumping into you again. Tentatively at first, but deeper and faster as he gauged your positive reactions.

“I’m so close”, is what you said, but it took you so much effort to string the sentence together that when it came out, you were actually extremely close. So close that the next thrust from Peter’s hips sent you into orbit and you could do nothing but clench around him and hold his arms as if they were your anchors. You were just riding the last few waves of pleasure when you felt his consistent rhythm failing and his face contort. He soon crashed on top of you, both of you panting, completely blissed out.

A sound coming from the outside caught your attention before you could fully relax into each other. You frowned.

“Are those fireworks?” Peter asked. You turned towards your window and, sure enough, you could see colourful lights through the thin courtains.

“It looks like it.” You responded.

“I would have sworn it was 10 pm just ten minutes ago.” He sounded positively confused. You couldn’t help but laugh, one of those laughs that come from the belly, that makes you feel like a child again. And it must have been contagious because Peter started shaking on top of you, laughing quietly into the pillow next to you.

“Happy New Year, Peter.”

“Happy New Year, darling.”

Shout-out to @p3mybeloved for her cameo as Y/N’s best friend ❤️

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spotsupstuff · 3 years ago

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I need to know how you got your art to be so expressive and flowy. It's so beautiful and I always love seeing your work.

JKDSMGK,,,,,,

THANK YOU SM THATS SO SWEET OF YOU

IM,,, GON TRY TO EXPLAIN MY ART THOUGHTS,,,

For the expressive part, it’s either about paying close attention to cartoons with good expressions OR checkin your own face out in the mirror!! For more realistic elements in my drawn expressions (even if they are supposed to be cartoon-y/anime-y, addin in some realism logic will enhance ‘em) I have either taken inspo from my own mug, my partner’s or my sister’s since we are all very facially animated. Checkin how your own face moves with Certain feeling is a varified way to get a nice expression on the paper. The movement of the facial muscles is very important to get somewhat a hang of, after all BUT!!! Important part to expressions is that you don’t focus Only on the face, the whole body moves along with a person. Hunched shoulders or a bit lowered head can do a lot for communication of an expression Especially in cartoons, there’s a rule that you should push an expression to it’s fullest potential. I also think about some ideas from stuff like traditional chinese threatre. They put on make up and elaborate costumes to enhance their features, so their expressions and character can pop out better

For the flowy part,,, bbrppbrrpbbb I have no idea how and when I started to do stuff more fluid

My art used to be quite stiff and for the longest time I defualted to thin and sharp lines

This was mostly because going Sharp and eliminating more rounder parts made sense in my head and helped me somewhat learn anatomy better. At least, in some cases it gave me a lesson about the torso to arms proportions n also kinda the legs. It’s why I recommend just kinda entering a stage where you just try and make sense of things, whether it be geometry, perfect straight lines or the more spherical ball things Ever. Going with the “basic shapes” like a circle for the head, triangle for the torso n so on might not be smth that will click in your brain

I was KINDA obsessed with learning anatomy as soon as possible even tho you don’t really have to go after that. One time I saw a pyramid of needs but like for artistic learnin and anatomy/realism were somewhere far on the top. Just go after what sparks the most joy, basically, but I didn’t know that back then so after every shower I would check out how my own body looks like from different angles. Yknow, thumbing where the rib cage ends, how does a shoulder connect to the torso, what the fuck is an armpit and how in the complete shittery does the neck connect to the head from the front

Cut like two years later, I think I’m enterin the Flowy arc

For the flowy, you KINDA disregard everything u’ve learned about anatomy Except the general idea of the proportions. I like to think about my drawings as part of an animation. From the picture that I’m making, there has to follow another and before it were also a few hypothetical drawings and together they gotta make up a movement. If I can’t see my drawing moving in my head, I’m not gon be too happy bout it

The main thing you want is a line of action:

And then you just,,, kinda build the body around it

Finding a brush that feels good and lets you develop a sketch style that makes u happy and lets you figure out where what goes cleanly also helps out. For me it was Luv and the the more faint sketch lines that u see up there ☝ give me enough space to be KIIIIIINDA messy about it but not overbearingly so to the point that I don’t know what’s goin on anymore

Practice, practice, take inspiration, study other people’s styles, disrespect anatomy, practice some more, don’t put too much expectations on yourself, don’t take every art “advice” too much to heart, let go of perfectionism, practice and you’ll get it!

#Spot says stuff #important thing about art i think is open-mindness. you want to find new ways to go about things n not get stuck on a thing #once saw an 'advice' that said one shouldnt make lineart like. allign. n i said 'like fuck im gon do that thats one of the Main Bitch-#-things of my style and it SLAYS' so basically do whatevs that feels good n not what peeps tell u to do

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davidpastrsnack · 4 years ago

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girls need love - mikko rantanen

a/n: here it finally is! mikko is absolutely adorable but also so hot and i think it’s time he gets some more love on here. this is filthy, but you probably already knew that lol. the title is from girls need love by summer walker ft drake, a bop that gave me so much inspo. also major shoutout to @hookingminor for always screaming about mikko with me. i hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you think!

word count: 5k

You were completely zoned out, the sounds of the bar overcoming your senses as you stirred your nearly empty, watered-down drink. Nate and Tyson were howling about some locker room argument they had earlier that day while Tyson bumped into your shoulders, falling over in laughter at their foolery. The bodysuit you had on was driving you crazy, you wished so badly that you could be laying across in your sweats at home instead.

You needed more alcohol if you were going to get through this night. Your gaze trailed to the bar, only to catch a glimpse of the one person you had been avoiding all night, a beautiful girl hanging off his arm drinking up whatever story he was telling. You subconsciously rolled your eyes at the way they were drooling over each other, pushing off the table with a scoff to go get another drink.

It had been a rough week for you, but Tyson would not take no for an answer when he called you that morning asking you to go out with everyone. Just five days ago you had broken up with your boyfriend of a year and a half after finding half a lingerie set that did not belong to you under the bed in your shared apartment. Sure, you were beyond hurt that Alex would betray you like that, but it was almost alarming to you how quickly your anger turned to relief.

It wasn’t that Alex hadn’t treated you well, until he didn’t, of course, but as the months passed in your relationship so did the excitement and passion. The two of you coexisted in that apartment, always saying hello and goodbye but there was barely anything in between. Not to mention the sex had plummeted downhill. He was never amazing in bed, but in the beginning, you still enjoyed it because you were having so much fun with him. Now you couldn’t even remember the last time you had an orgasm at the hands of someone other than yourself.

You stomped up to the bar, your heeled booties clicking against the hardwood floor before they rested on the base of the stool you sat on. You easily grabbed the bartender’s attention, giving her your order before your head fell into your hands, running them through your hair while you waited.

But of course, you couldn’t just get your drink in peace. Only minutes later you felt a body slide in next to you, shame crashing over you as you immediately recognized the scent of his cologne. You slowly lifted your head, your gaze locking with his as you confirmed that it was, in fact, Mikko.

“What do you want?” you groaned, eyes squinting as you looked up at him.

It was taking everything within you not to drag your eyes down his body. He looked incredible, per usual. He was wearing all black, except for his crisp white designer sneakers. His bright blonde hair was longer than usual, the soft waves hanging over his forehead. His baby blue eyes were sparking down at you, slightly glazed over making it clear that he had his fair share of drinks tonight. His dark pink lips curved in a smirk as he heard your words, a comeback already falling off the tip of his tongue.

“Why so grumpy, Y/N?” he teased, leaning his arms against the bartop encroaching on your personal space even more than his big body already was.

“Not in the mood, Mikko,” you warned, smiling at the bartender as she slid you your drink. “What happened to your little friend, hmm?”

The smirk on his face grew bigger, your jealousy not going over his head.

“So you were watching me?” he grinned, patiently waiting for your response as you sip your drink.

“It’s pretty hard to miss you when you’re eight feet tall,” you threw back, swinging your legs off the stool before heading back to the table. You meant it as an insult, but Mikko saw your bluff, just laughing as he watched you saunter away, his eyes lingering across your frame. His height was one of the things you found so disgustingly attractive about him and he knew it.

You and Mikko had a complicated relationship, to say the least.

You befriended Tyson over two years ago, one of your roommates briefly dated him and you hit it off when she introduced him to the group. You stayed in touch even after they broke up and you now considered him one of your closet friends in Denver. You were immediately welcomed into the crew of his teammates and Mikko caught your eye right away, the feeling mutual. He was in awe of you: the way you laughed at Gabe’s dad jokes, the way you blushed when EJ forced you two to talk, the way you cared so deeply for everyone in your life. You were perfect, but Mikko was as shy as they come. He stayed in his comfort zone, admiring you from a far distance despite the constant encouragement from the guys. He never garnered the courage to get to know you more personally, and before long you were with Alex.

From that point on, your relationship turned from polite acquaintances to the two members of the group that were constantly going at each other. Mikko had been beating himself up for letting you go and it was easier for him to deflect his feelings through meaningless chirps. You felt the same way. You loved spending time with Alex but part of you always wondered what it would have been like if you had just made a move with Mikko.

Now that you were single again, you couldn’t help but think about if things could change. So much had happened since you first met, but the physical attraction was still heavy between you two, if not more now that you didn’t have any reason to feel guilty for it.

You slid back into the booth, resting your head against Tyson’s shoulder as you observed the conversation. He was in for one tonight, his cheeks already flushed bright red and his eyes glazed over. Great, you thought to yourself, already imagining the struggle you were going to have when you tried to get him home later.

Your moment of peace was short-lived, however, your stomach dropping when Mikko sat down directly across from you, his legs brushing up against yours under the table. You picked your head up and rolled your eyes in disgust, bringing your drink up to your lips for a long sip. He left you alone for the time being, but it didn’t take him long for him to turn his attention back to you.

“So, Y/N, where’s our favorite Alex?” he questioned, eyebrows raised as he looked at you, his sarcasm almost as thick as his accent.

Your heart sank and you just stared back at him dumbfounded. Did he not know? There was no way none of the guys told him, right? Was he just playing a sick joke on you? You decided that it couldn’t be the latter, Mikko was a lot of things but he wasn’t cruel.

The table was silent, everyone’s eyes on you waiting for your response.

“Well, Mikko,” you hissed, emphasizing his name, “We broke up so I have no idea where Alex is.”

His face fell as he heard your words, he had no idea. The guilt washed over him instantly, eyes trailing down to where your hands were anxiously twirling the straw of your drink. The awkwardness at the table was like nothing you had ever felt before, and you wished you could disappear at that moment. You were doing fine without Alex, more than fine actually, but you didn’t need to be reminded of your failed relationship in such a cold way, by Mikko of all people.

The tension was finally broken by Tyson, his drunk rambling in full swing as he raised his glass.

“We love you, Y/N,” he slurred, throwing his arm around your shoulders, “Plus, when’s the last time that asshole got you off?”

Your eyes went wide at his words, your head snapping to glare at him. You and Tyson were very close, and for better or worse you shared nearly everything with him. You trusted him with anything, but you couldn’t count on him keeping his mouth shut when alcohol was in the picture.

Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment, only getting worse when you caught Mikko’s eye. He had a soft expression on his face as he stared at you, but there was a glint behind the blue of his irises that you had never seen before.

That was the last straw and you quickly left the booth, heading straight to the bathroom in hopes of gathering yourself. Ever since you and Mikko had started going at each other, you always kept up the facade that Alex was the perfect man. It was now very much so obvious that he wasn’t with Tyson exposing the fact that he barely managed to satisfy you for over a year. You didn’t know what was worse: your embarrassment or your anger.

After almost ten minutes of wallowing in the filthy bathroom, you pulled yourself together enough that you were ready to go back out. Hopefully, by now they had moved on, Tyson’s slip up just a faint memory. You opened the door, only to run into a broad chest as soon as you stepped outside.

Goddammit, Mikko.

You didn’t need to look to know who it was, pulling back right away to put some distance between the two of you.

“Mikko, please,” you begged, “Can you please just leave me alone tonight?”

You finally raised your gaze to meet his, the emotion making your voice shaky as you pleaded with him.

“No,” he spoke, his voice deep as he inched closer to you.

You shook your head, a small laugh slipping out of your lips in disbelief of his audacity. You backed away from him even further until your body bumped against the brick wall. You were stuck, his scent intoxicating you as he inched closer.

“I don’t want to leave you alone,” he continued, his fingertips dragging up the skin of your exposed forearm.

Your breath hitched as he touched you, the close proximity clouding your senses and leaving a trail of goosebumps up your arm.

“I want to take care of you, Y/N.”

Your eyes slipped shut as he spoke, his body nearly completely encroaching on yours now in the dingy corner of the bar.

“Mikko,” you whispered, your head falling to look at your feet. There was no way he was saying what you thought he was, what you secretly hoped he was.

He placed his thick pointer finger underneath your chin, urging you to look at him.

“I’m sorry about Alex, I really am, but I don’t think you are. I was a complete idiot when I met you and I’m not doing that again.”

Your eyes were wide as you stared up at him, waiting for him to continue. Your heart was racing beneath your chest, your cheeks flushed as his eyes burned into your own.

“Come home with me, Y/N. Let me take care of you like I should have been doing all along,” Mikko finished, his voice trailing off as he stood before you.

One of his hands snaked around your waist, just lingering there, barely touching you as your head fell to rest against the hard brick. His other hand was pressed to the wall right next to your head, his bulging bicep clouding your peripheral vision.

Two years. You had spent two years admiring Mikko from afar. And now here he was, offering himself up to you on a silver platter. There was no doubt in your mind that he would absolutely worship your body if you let him, and you wanted to let him. You were ashamed to admit how many times you had thought about him while getting yourself off over the years. He was just so big, so strong, and you couldn’t stop your mind from imagining what it would feel like to have him wrapped around you.

“Take me home, Mikko,” you whispered, the slightest smile creeping onto your face as he smirked down at you.

“Yeah?” he questioned, wanting to check that you were sure.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “But hurry up before I change my mind,” you smiled, your hand brushing against his chest as you teased him.

He rolled his eyes, a deep laugh coming from his throat. But the tension was back right away, your heart stopping as his gaze flickered down to your lips and he leaned in. You closed your eyes in anticipation, so ready to finally have him touch you, but just as your mouths were about to connect he swerved, instead pecking your cheek. You pouted as he pulled back, a cheeky grin across his lips as he started to back away from you.

“I think you can wait a little bit longer, prinsessa,” he spoke, urging you to follow him back to the table.

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Less than fifteen minutes later you were in the back of an Uber, Mikko’s hand sitting dangerously high on your thigh as he stared out the window. After your encounter outside the bathroom, you told the guys that you weren’t doing well and you were going to head out. He took his chance to slip out with you, claiming that he wanted to make sure you got home okay considering his comment was why you were leaving. Or so they thought.

The ride to his place was quick, and you were grateful because you didn’t think you could go much longer without him touching you. The tension in the car was palpable and you were convinced even the driver could feel it in the air. Mikko got out first, offering you his hand to help you slide out. You gulped as you felt his hand completely engulfed yours, your mind wandering to what else was that big.

The painful anticipation didn’t last much longer, Mikko pinning you against the door as soon as you both were inside. His lips found yours immediately and you sighed into the kiss, two years of tension finally being released. You worked perfectly against each other, the first moan of the night coming from you as he bit your bottom lip between his teeth, letting it snap back so he could re-tangle your tongues. His hands were wrapped around your waist, fingertips sneaking under the hem of the black top you had on. He pulled away from your mouth, trailing wet, hot kisses down your jaw and neck.

“Fuck, Mikko,” you whimpered, your hips rutting up as he found your sweet spot below your ear. He smirked against your skin and knowing exactly what you needed he moved one hand down to your ass so he could hike your leg up across his hip. His hardening length was now pressed against your core and you couldn’t control the moan you let out, desperately needing more from him.

“Mikko, please,” you begged, your hands tugging the base of his blonde curls.

“Okay, baby,” he whispered, lifting you up with ease and carrying you to his room, his lips still attached to your neck.

He dropped you down on the bed, pulling back from you only to take his shirt off before he was hovering over you. You ran your hands across his pale skin, the ripples of his muscles in contrast with your soft fingertips. He stared down at you, his baby blue eyes burning into yours, and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes shut at his tender action, your hands wrapping across the expanse of his back.

He continued his assault on your neck, this time soothing the many marks he made in the entryway. The tops of your breasts were now spilling over your blouse, his plump lips biting into the flesh. You pushed him away just enough so you could yank the shirt off, Mikko swearing under his breath as he saw the black lace bra you had on. His hands slipped around your back, unclasping it before attaching his mouth to your nipples. Your body arched up into his at the contact, Mikko smiling as he trailed down your stomach before pausing at the waistband of your jeans.

“How do you wanna cum first, baby, hmm?” he cooed as you squirmed beneath him, “Tongue? Fingers? Both?”

“Anything, Mikko,” you pleaded, “Please just touch me.”

“Whatever you want, prinsessa.”

Mikko finally unzipped your jeans, sliding the denim off your legs painfully slowly. He groaned as he saw your matching panties, a dark chuckle leaving his mouth at the wet spot seeping through the lace.

“You really need this, huh?” he smirked, his middle finger delicately tracing the outline of the material.

“So badly, Mikko,” you whined, lifting your hips in search of more friction.

Mikko didn’t waste any more time teasing you, instead hastily ripping the panties off and hooking your legs over his shoulders, attaching his mouth to your dripping core. You cried out at the contact, his tongue licking a long stripe up your slit before reaching your clit. He moaned into you at his first taste, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. Your head was thrown back against the pillows, your hands tangled in his blonde hair as he flicked his tongue against you. He moved one of his arms to rest against your stomach, keeping you in place as he pulled moan after moan from you.

“Fuck, fuck,” you cried out. Alex hadn’t gone down on you for at least the last six months of your relationship, but even when he had it didn’t feel anything like this. Mikko seemingly already knew your body inside and out and he was getting just as much pleasure out of it as you were.

“So good, prinsessa,” he groaned, “So good for me.”

His dark pink pout wrapped around your clit, the pressure overwhelming your senses. He switched between flicking and sucking, your back arched off the mattress as you felt your climax approaching.

“Fuck, I- I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Mikko didn’t stop, rather he went faster, your high crashing over you as your mouth hung open in a silent scream. Your hands pulled his hair so tight, your body tensing as his tongue coaxed you through your high, only stopping when you pushed him away, the sensitivity getting to be too much.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your swollen clit before pulling away, trailing kisses down the inside of your inner thighs while you came down.

“Feel good, baby?”

You laughed at his question, you had never felt better.

“So good, Mikko.”

Your body felt numb, still not recovered from one of the best orgasms you’ve had in years. Your hand pushed Mikko’s hair out of his face, his eyes meeting yours as he smiled up at you. You played with the curls for a few minutes, the smell of sex thick in the air, before he got antsy again.

“Ready for another?” he asked, a cheeky smirk on his face as you looked down at him.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and gave him a slow nod, having an idea what he had in mind.

You were right, as soon as you gave him the all good Mikko’s middle finger was back on your core, spreading your cum around before slowly slipping inside. Your head fell back at the stretch, it only took one of his thick fingers to make you ache. He stared up at you as he moved it in and out, gaging your reaction before adding a second.

“Yes, Mikko,” you whined, your breath hitching each time he brushed your g-spot.

He picked up his pace, the filthy sounds of your wetness filling the air as he pumped in and out. The contrast between the roughness of his fingers and the smoothness of your walls was making your eyes roll back, your high already approaching.

“You want another one, baby?” he hummed, his accent growing thicker.

You couldn’t find the words to respond, just nodding as you looked down at him. He looked so pretty, his face hovering above you as his blue eyes stared up at you, smiling as you lost control of your body. His arm was flexing with each movement, hitting your g-spot perfectly over and over again.

“Mikko- Mikko,” you screamed, your climax overtaking you as he added his thumb to the equation, rubbing tight circles on your clit.

Your legs started shaking, your heels digging into his back while Mikko fucked you through your high, words of encouragement falling from his lips as you cried out his name.

“So pretty, prinsessa,” he cooed, “Such a good girl.”

He finally pulled back, slipping his fingers out of you and licking your cum off of them one by one. You were in a state of complete bliss, your body tingling from the two orgasms and his pants hadn’t even come off yet. He kissed up your body, smiling into you when he reached your lips. You sighed into him, the taste of yourself lingering on his tongue. It didn’t take long for you to get desperate for him again and you could feel him resting heavy against your leg.

You separated from him, whispering, “I need you, Mikko.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, sitting up so he could shake his pants and boxers off.

You audibly whimpered as you saw him completely bare in front of you, he was large. Without even realizing you were doing it, you reached out for him begging him to come back to you. Mikko let out a chuckle at your eagerness, grabbing a condom from his nightstand before leaning over you again.

“I got you, Y/N,” he murmured, throwing the foil to the side.

“How do you want me?” you purred, giving him your most innocent eyes as you gently stroked him.

Mikko nearly gave out at your touch, mumbling a fuck before he responded.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his hands spreading over your ass when you did what he said.

A soft smile crept onto your lips, you had a feeling that’s what he would want. You arched your back, your ass resting against his lower stomach as he gripped your waist. A whimper escaped your lips as he teased your entrance with his tip before finally sinking in. Your mouth fell open as he stretched you out, he was without a doubt the biggest you had ever had.

“Shit, so fucking tight, prinsessa,” he murmured.

He made sure to go slow, pausing once he was all the way in to let you adjust.

“Mikko, please,” you moaned out once you were ready.

He took the hint right away, swiftly pulling out before slamming back into you. Your mind went blank as he moved, he was hitting so deep within you with every thrust. He slid one of his hands from its post on your waist to the back of your neck, holding you there for more leverage.

“Fu- Fuck,” you cried, surely loud enough for his poor neighbors to hear.

“Feel good, baby?” he questioned, continuing his relentless pace.

He leaned down to rest his body against yours and you whined at the feeling of having him completely envelop you. Your head was pressed into the pillows when you felt his hot breath on your neck.

“Were you jealous when you thought about me fucking that girl like this, hmm?”

His accent was so heavy at this point that his words were barely understandable, but you knew what exactly he said. You couldn't muster up a response, rather a deep groan came from your throat as you nodded.

“Don’t worry, baby, I only fuck you like this, like that piece of shit should have been this whole time.”

Your body almost collapsed at his words, the contrast between the cute, funny Mikko everyone loved and the filthy one that was fucking you into next week clouding your senses.

“I- I’m so close,” you whined

Mikko snapped his hips even faster and snaking one hand down to your clit.

“Come on, baby, cum for me.”

The pressure on your sensitive nub was too much, his small circles sending you over the edge right away as he continued to brush your g-spot.

“Mikko, Mikko, Mikko,” you screamed, your mind completely blank as he fucked you through your climax, prolonging your pleasure for as long as possible. You had never had an orgasm so intense, stars filling your vision as the pure pleasure overtook your body.

The way you cried and clenched around him had him giving in as well, his loud moans as he came the hottest sound you had ever heard.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned as he finally slowed his hips, leaning over you once again to press a trail of kisses across your spine while you tried to regain your breath.

He stayed like that for a few minutes, moving your hair to the side to continue kissing around your neck before he finally slipped out. You winced at the sudden loss of contact.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” Mikko cooed as he went to throw out the condom and get a damp towel to clean you up with.

You laid on your stomach as you waited for him, your body too weak to even think about moving. Before long you heard his footsteps coming towards you, a soft smile on his face as you turned your head to look at him.

“Come here, honey,” he spoke, a quiet laugh leaving his lips as he saw you completely fucked out on the bed.

Mikko grabbed your waist, gently flipping you over so you were now resting on your back. You winced again as he brushed the washcloth against your still so sensitive core, but he tried to relax you with a kiss to your forehead. You opened your eyes to watch him walk around the room, his arms flexing as he pulled on a fresh pair of boxers. Your eyes slipped shut once again, the physical and emotional exhaustion hitting you.

“Here, prinsessa,” you heard from just above you, looking up to see Mikko sitting right next to you. You were surprised that he was still using pet names now that the activities of the night were over, but you were even more surprised to see a shirt in his hands.

“Oh, I-,” you stumbled, “I don’t have to stay, Mikko,” you whispered, realizing that now you would have to figure out what your relationship was going to look like moving forward.

“I want you to stay,” he rebutted, “I mean- if you want to.”

“I want to,” you reassured, sensing that he was feeling vulnerable after his confession.

“Good,” Mikko smiled, moving his hand to push a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You took the shirt from him, slipping the soft fabric over your head. It was huge on you and you didn’t miss how his eyes lingered on the Rantanen 96 that was written across the sleeve. Mikko lifted the sheets so you could slide beneath them, pulling you flush against his body as soon as he was under them as well.

Mikko’s strong arms wrapped around your waist, his fingertips resting under the hem of the shirt on your bare skin. His legs tangled with yours while he tucked his head in the crook of your neck. You were completely enveloped by his large frame, your body relaxing as he gave you a gentle squeeze.

After just a few minutes of comfortable silence, you heard his quiet voice tickle your ear.

“Y/N?” he whispered.

“Yeah?” you responded, your voice barely loud enough to hear.

“I really mean what I said before. You deserve so much better. Someone who can treat you right. And not just with sex, but obviously that too,” he nervously laughed, his tired rambling continuing, “I don’t know if I’m totally out of line here, but I really want to be that for you.”

You couldn’t contain your emotions as Mikko spoke, the tears burning the back of your eyes as you took in his tender words. You had settled for mediocre for so long, and he was right, you deserved better. You turned in his grasp, your hand gripping his forearm as you looked up at him.

“Oh no, don’t cry, prinsessa,” he cooed, his thumb catching the single tear that was rolling down your cheek.

“I’m fine,” you chuckled, blinking until you could see clearly again. “I just- yes, Mikko. I really want that too.”

The grin that spread across his face was one of pure joy, his arms tightening around you as he pulled you even closer to him. Your head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck, smiling into his skin when he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I have to say, I’m impressed that you went so long pretending to hate me,” Mikko chirped, the playfulness of your relationship coming right back.

You pulled back with an exaggeration gasp, your eyes wide as you stared up at him. His dark pink lips were spread open as he laughed, his blue eyes sparkling in the dim light.

“Keep that up and I won’t be pretending anymore,” you challenged, nuzzling back into his bare chest.

“No this is way more fun,” he giggled.

You rolled your eyes at him, sliding your arm around his toned middle as you felt your eyelids grow heavy.

“Good night, prinsessa.”

“Good night, Mikko.”

This was the last place you expected to find yourself tonight, but you knew it was exactly where you were supposed to be.

#mikko rantanen #mikko rantanen imagine #mikko rantanen smut #nhl imagine #nhl writing #hockey imagine #hockey writing #nhl smut #hockey smut #my writing

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cali-holland · 5 years ago

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The Talk- Harry Holland One Shot

Pairing: Harry Holland X Osterfield!Reader

Requested by Anon: Hey!! Could I please request one where Harry is dating Harrison’s sister and living in the house with them all and the whole dynamic between her and the boys? You’re my fave Holland/Osterfield writer 🤩

Prompt: Your older brother, Harrison, tries to give you the sex talk.

Word Count: 1600

Featured song: I Just Had Sex by Lonely Island (linked Julianne Hough’s Lip Sync Battle because that was the true inspo)

Masterlist Harry Holland Masterlist

*Not my gif*

Warnings: swearing, conversations about sex/condoms/pregnancy...

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“Asshole, stop cheating!” You groaned, kicking your brother’s calf as you sat on the floor and he stood in front of you.

“I’m not cheating. You’re screen peeking!” Harrison argued. He lifted his foot and stretched it backwards towards your face.

“Oh my god.” You gagged as you moved away from the terrorizing foot.

“Ah, sounds like Mario Kart.” Harry laughed, coming into the room.

“Yeah and Y/N won’t stop screen peeking.” Your brother sidestepped to stand in your way again. You groaned, getting up while you kept your eyes intently focused on the screen.

“Hi, Harry.” You acknowledged your boyfriend’s presence. He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, leaving you to fight out the last lap of Mario Kart with your older brother. “How was the shoot?”

“It was good. I take it you had fun this afternoon?” He laughed, laying down on his side on the couch as he watched you and Harrison elbow each other while trying to play.

Harrison was your older brother and best friend; when you had no one else, you always had him. And then he introduced you to Tom, who then introduced you to Harry. Sparks flew instantly between the two of you, but it wasn’t until six months ago that you started dating Harry and wasn’t until recently that you started staying at his place, which was technically also Harrison’s place and Tom’s and Tuwaine’s- and sometimes Sam’s. Like any protective older brother though, Harrison wasn’t a fan of you staying the night, but like any good younger sister, you still spent most of your nights with Harry. In your defense, their house was a lot closer to campus than your apartment.

“Well, I finished my research project early and then this div challenged me to Rainbow Road.” You explained. Knowing you were too far in the lead, Harrison licked his finger and stuck it in your ear, making you shriek in surprise. He and Harry both burst out in laughter. As you crossed the finish line in first, you hit your brother with the controller. “Fuck you, I won!”

“You get so heated over Mario Kart.” Harry chuckled.

“Loser cleans up!” You declared and Harrison shook his head.

“Ah, no. I set it up. You clean it up.” He argued. Your boyfriend sighed from the couch, clicking the remote to turn off the TV.

“There.” He said, and you smiled, laying down with him on the couch. He draped an arm over your waist while you brought him in for a kiss.

“Ok, ok, I get it. I’m not wanted anymore.” Harrison scoffed playfully, rolling his eyes at the two of you borderline making out in front of him. He quickly left the room, and you pulled back from Harry with a giggle.

“I thought he’d never leave.” You joked, feeling his fingers play with the hem of your shirt.

“I missed you today.” Harry mumbled, his lips gliding over yours as he spoke. He’d only been gone a couple hours, doing a photoshoot for the Brothers Trust, but his words still brought a warm smile to your face.

“I missed you, too.” You replied before capturing his lips with yours for a little lazy makeout session. You both knew only Harrison was home so neither of you were exactly worried about someone walking in, since your brother liked to stay clear of when you and your boyfriend were alone.

A couple days later, somehow you and Harrison were left alone again in the house, and you spent your time working on essays in the home office Harry and Tom had “made”.

“Hey, Y/N, can we, uh, can we talk?” Harrison asked, clearing his throat as he stepped into the room. You knew immediately those were the words of your brother, not your best friend or housemate.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You turned to face him as he sat on the nearby couch. He fiddled with his fingers nervously, before running a hand through his hair.

“Well, I know that you kind of live here at this point, and it’s been a month since you started staying over. And- and I know, that I told you it was okay, but you’re still my baby sister, you know?” He started nervously and you narrowed your eyes at him, trying to decide what he was getting at exactly. “I get that you’re 21, you can make your own choices, and you know I’m completely for you being your own independent woman. I’m concerned that- well, I know, Harry’s a good guy and I trust him, but he’s a guy-“

“Haz, are you trying to give me the sex talk?” You asked with a laugh of disbelief. Your brother’s cheeks turned bright red. Part of you wondered if he knew for sure that you and Harry had had sex before, but there was no way for Harrison to absolutely know since you two only ever did it when the house was empty.

“It’s an important thing to discuss!” He insisted as he attempted to regain some composure. “Look, Y/N, Harry’s your first serious relationship, but you aren’t his. I’m just trying to look out for you, make sure you know that you don’t have to do anything with him if you’re not ready for it- and really you shouldn’t be ready yet. It’s a painful experience for a lot of women.”

“Oh my god.” You hid your face in your hands, wishing he’d just end it there. “I went through sex ed, Haz, please stop.”

“Okay, so then you know to use protection. You can never be too safe. I don’t know about Harry, but never let a guy tell you that condoms are uncomf-“

“Stop!” You whined.

“If you need to go on the pill or get an implant, I’ll be fully supportive of that too.” Harrison continued on.

“Thanks. Are you done now?” You asked, still refusing to look at him.

“Not quite.” He replied, making you let out a groan. The humor of his awkward bluntness was gone and the torture was endless, “Now, if something happens-“

“You mean if I get pregnant?”

“Yes. If that happens, I’ll do everything to help you because you’re still my sister, no matter what. And if Harry leaves you, I’ll beat him up for you.”

“How nice.” You replied sarcastically as you rolled your eyes.

“I just say all this because Tom told me Harry bought condoms the other day.” Harrison admitted, and you bit back a groan. Of course your boyfriend wouldn’t think twice about the implications of buying condoms in front of his brother, a.k.a. your brother’s best friend. By your reaction, your brother immediately knew what that meant. With wide eyes, he asked, “You’ve done it before?”

“Uh,” You trailed off, not really knowing what to say. You two were close, but that didn’t mean you wanted to go into detail about your sex life with your brother.

“You have! Oh my god, Y/N, you’re too young. What the hell?” He raised his voice, standing up from the couch.

“Too young? You were younger than me when you lost yours!” You shot back, “Look, I love Harry and he loves me. And at least you know we’re being safe about it!”

He paused, shaking his head like he was trying to get rid of the thought. He let out a sigh, turning to leave the room, “It’s fine, just forget about it.”

“Hey Haz?” You called back to him, making him turn to face you one last time in the doorway. “Thanks for looking out for me. I appreciate it.”

Harrison offered you a weak smile before he left the room. You let out a small sigh, you definitely needed to talk to Harry when he got home. It wasn’t until a couple hours later that Harry returned home from an event with Tom, and by that point, you were lounging on Harry’s bed, waiting for him.

“Hi, lovebug. How was your day?” Harry asked, laying down beside you on the bed almost immediately after he had taken off his shoes.

“I had a very, um, interesting conversation with Haz.” You joked, and he furrowed his eyebrows skeptically at you. Laughing, you explained, “Babe, maybe you shouldn’t have bought condoms in front of the biggest loudmouth we know.”

“Fuck, Tom said he wasn’t going to tell anyone.” He sighed.

“Well, he told Harrison, so I had to sit through the ever lovely sex talk.” You said sarcastically, and Harry pulled you in for an apologetic kiss.

“If it makes you feel any better, Tom tried giving me the talk, too, but I tuned him out.” He laughed, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Lucky you.”

“So, is Harrison going to beat me up now?” Harry asked with a chuckle as you pushed his curls out of his face, cuddling in closer to him.

“I hope not. I love this pretty face too much.” You pressed a kiss to his nose, softly cupping his cheeks in your hands. You gave him a proper kiss, lightly swiping your tongue over his lips and he smiled into it.

“Wait, I have an idea.” You said, pulling away from him momentarily to get your phone out. You connected your phone to the living room speaker, pulling up Youtube.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, trying to look over your phone.

“Sometimes, something beautiful happens in this world,” The song started, and Harry laughed, immediately recognizing Andy Samberg’s voice.

“Wait for it.” You teased.

“You don’t know how to express yourself so, you just gotta sing,” The song continued. “I just had sex, and it felt so good,”

You and Harry laughed as you heard a loud crash from downstairs, followed up by Harrison screaming, “What the fuck?”

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shozaii · 4 years ago

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I don’t know if this is the place to request, I’m new to tumblr so I’m really sorry T^T, If I can request, May I have a dazai x reader where dazai is being forced by the agency to have a blind date with a girl thats basically perfect and wants dazai all to herself but then, dazai asks his fem!colleague (who has no ability) to pretend to be his gf, and it basically escalates to friends with benefits and then they fall for each other, lots of angst with a fluffy ending please! Thank you!

(a/n): helloooo anon!💓✨i had to find some really good inspo for this so i really apologize if this took too long :’( but i do hope you enjoy it as this is my first time working for a fic for him!❤️thank you for sending this in ahhh!!!

thank you so so much to @akutagawasbitches for helping me with this fic!! she gave me so much help and i’m so grateful hhh🥺🤍🤍🤍

masterlist.

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sparks fly.

pairing : dazai x fem! reader.

word count: 2704.

warnings: angst, mentioning of suicide and death!

“Again...?”

It was yet again another whine that brought attention to more of the colleagues from the agency, including your (e/c) eyes.

“A-Again what?”

“We kind of arranged a blind date for him,” Tanizaki said, as he was standing right next to your desk, watching the commotion unfold. “Haven’t you heard?” But how could you, really? When the man of your dreams has been constantly pressurized into having to date women; left and right. And they turn out to be nothing of his choice of sorts. They don’t lack looks, or anything in particular. The spark was never alive within their eyes, and that only seemed to make Dazai grow more impatient. But you see, what was to be highlighted here, was that if he ever found the spark, you were no longer a chance. And if you were to ever let him know of your very own buzz of hope, it would all probably go downhill from there.

“Argh....I’m afraid I would have to pass that opportunity,” he rolled his eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time today, folding his arms in desperation of wanting to head home, and lay on his bed, lightly snoring away.

“I don’t know, Dazai. this girl here was really interested in wanting to meet you. But then again, I’m guessing you have someone else in mind,” Yosano eyed Dazai very carefully, trying to trace his facial features for any discrepancies.

“Atsushi-kun-,” he groaned, looking at him with a face of complete disagreement.

“I tried telling them that you wouldn’t like it, Dazai-san,” he muttered, to which he then slowly eyed you. The only other person who truly knew from a to z about your feelings was Atsushi and only Atsushi. So, every time he hears of these blind dates Dazai was going on, he winced. He winced because he knew not only it was going to be another rejection, but it was going to be another shard of your glass heart, being chipped away, slowly losing strength of holding on to each other.

This time, you could feel a few more being picked on by a sharp needle, leaving the impact on it as slow as possible, for you to take in all the pain second by second. Before you knew it, Dazai was already up on his feet, forcing himself to actually accept the so- called blind date that his friends have already set him up for. with a heavy heart, he has to reject someone. with an ignorant face, he has to show disinterest. with a blunt emotion, he has to say something.

Anything.

“Y/N!”

You occasionally walk behind Dazai if you ever had the chance - sometimes you’d come out a little late just to finish any paperwork lying around, Dazai’s untouched ones, to be more specific. Sometimes he goes missing from the agency - this just meant he had something important to do; let it be in or out of the agency. It’s not weird that you didn’t know his whole schedule. This man always told you stories, reminded you of what he was about to do next, teased you-

“Y/N...? Hello...?” a shadow loomed near you, causing you to stop your train of thought.

“Dazai! H-Hi.” The little – but burning – spark ignited in you once more; causing you to tumble back.

Your tumbling wasn’t the one which would make you fall in an instant; it was definitely one you could hold onto. But when you felt an arm inviting itself around your figure, your eyes went wide open; to whether you were facing reality or not. Never in your wildest dreams did you think that Dazai would be the one to do so, as he pulled himself towards you.

“Good evening.”

“Ah!” You sort of got yourself out of the position, now having your cheeks completely heat up. “Good evening, Dazai. Anything that I could help you with?”

“You do know what is going to happen within the time span of….24 hours, I suppose? This blind date that I have. Terrifying, you know.”

“Well, I did hear about it. you’re heading to it, a-aren’t you?” He raised an eyebrow when you seemed to be nearly choked on your own words.

“Bold of you to assume that I’ll be going! Yes, sweet pea. But no. I just can’t seem to bring myself to these new faces. I may like all kinds of women – but this feeling doesn’t hold me great paths.” That same nickname he decided to call you a long time ago, and it stuck among the both of you like glue. Why were your friends even trying so hard for him to find someone else? Heck, you dropped hints (or so you thought you did); so, what was just so difficult up until now?

She looked so pretty though. Dazai didn’t get a look – it’s called a blind date for a reason. Was he really just meant for you whatsoever?

“Please be my girlfriend, y/n.”

“What?!” You blurted out, slapping your mouth shut right after, your breaths quickening.

“Did I hear you right? Your girlfriend? W-Where is this coming from-,”

“Ah! Well only just for a day, if you will? Pretty please?”

And just like that, when you already have multiple pieces pricked away; twenty more lost grip, flying away without leaving a trace. The spark popped right after, causing even more bits to drop off, merely at the complete edge of slipping away, finally begging you with all their might that they wanted to break their bonds between one another. How did the mechanism work? you never knew.

“Dazai…. I-,”

“It will only take a while, I promise. I know it’s hard, especially when a colleague is asking another, but I’ll leave you be. You can even not talk to me, anything you want!”

“So, it’s even eligible if I decided to say that I have literal feelings for you.”

“What’s that?” Dazai’s eyes were visible with confusion.

“Nothing! I just...”

*****

It all came to plan, whatever he wanted, he got. But something that he definitely didn’t want, happened.

The scheduled location was fine. a beautiful park, now blooming with an endless trail of sakura trees and lovely flowers. The weather was really fine today; not too hot, not too cold. Everyone wished him luck; even though no such luck was retrieved during these dates. He even wanted to wear his usual trench coat for even more ‘contrasting effect to his luscious locks’, but Atsushi and Kunikida dealt with it immediately, now perfectly dressed in a collared shirt, and a jacket hung loose over his shoulders.

Wasn’t that the one you gave him for one of his birthdays? You had to admit, every outfit he ever went with looked so utterly amazing on him.

The timing was perfect as well, though he did whine about being there a few minutes earlier than expected. His blind date arrived shortly after. A small smile painted across her face, her beauty ever so blinding, a sight for sore eyes. The looks that they both had were absolutely downright stunning. If they were ever to be walking into a ballroom, with all the fancy lights and the sparkly dresses, people would immediately turn their attention to the both of them and swoon, for they were the ones that might as well allow anyone to worship for their combined artistry.

This wasn’t just a blind date, it was a reunion, from when these two distant souls met each other once in the agency. It was urgent the other day, since she needed help for something which was actually quite serious. Somehow, they arranged the blind date with the same woman, now fully glimmering with her ethereal beauty.

Dazai was either flattered or displeased with this situation. Displeased not because of the first glimpse that he managed to catch back then, but rather because he didn’t need this to go any further. Flattered? Maybe because she complimented his looks and such, and somehow, he managed to pay them back.

To you, it was really rude to be spying on someone like this. But this was like a mission, in order to conclude whether this was a successful date, or just plain boring. Right now, you could see neither. but if your head were to ever want to prick more needles into your heart, it would tell you the progress went smoothly. And by every growing minute into the date, you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, coated in the right amount of heat executed from your body.

Of course, Atsushi saw that. How could he not? It was clear that this job was given to you by accident, but you still insisted on coming along anyway.

*****

He expected a lot of things to go wrong, of course -you know, like her slowly losing interest in the date. or maybe she would change her mind with just anything at that point, but to no avail. All Dazai could ever do now was to pray and pray that she was going to forget this whole blind date thingy that absolutely made no sense to him. But then, he didn’t expect the sudden arrival of a beautifully dressed damsel, walking up towards the both of them. From afar, it looked like just another stranger in sight, probably stomping away in anger. Or that’s what he thought.

It was you, finally out of your hiding spot, with Atsushi not being able to find you in the crowd any longer. you assured him for what seemed like the thousandth time before taking off, and he was already shaking in fear when he reminisced the conversation, he had had earlier with you.

*****

“But how are you going to tell him? He did tell you to pretend to be his girlfriend!”

“I know Atsushi! I know!” you let out a sob in between, now sitting on the ground.

“Y/N-san, please think about it. Dazai-san is a person who would be really difficult to get through, but I do have a feeling that you might ace this. We also don’t know much of the girl, so are you sure? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You wiped your tears away furiously now, eyes bloodshot, your anger emphasizing the red. “Then I might as well get it through his thick skull. go, Atsushi. and don’t come finding for me.”

*****

Thinking that it was actually time for him to call you out as his lovely partner, he straightened his posture in confidence.

“Well, well! look who’s here, my lovely-,”

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

“Y-Y/N?”

“All these years and I honestly expected something out from you, you dumbass. I’m not just someone you could play along with, suddenly teasing the shit out of me, calling me all those silly, adorable nicknames, and then pressure my heart into breaking even further, while I hear that you constantly get blind dates. How exactly do you think I feel? Sure, maybe you don’t know much about my stuff. But how dare you.”

“Look, if you’re only going to come here and start dissing someone for no goddamn reason, I’m going to have to ask you to leave-,” the girl began.

“Like you know what it’s like to be with the most amazing yet wacky person on the planet. thinking that all these blind dates were going to go so well. if they say no, they say no! what part of that word do you not understand?!”

“Let me ask you this. Who do you think you are, you witty brat?”

Without waiting, you answered shakily. “His gir- his girlfriend.”

She took a final glance at Dazai. no response. which was what made her finally leave you and him alone, as he continued to look directly at you. Well, you did get his attention. might as well continue.

“Now. I may be the stupidest person in the world for doing this, but I think I have dropped more hints than I ever have to anyone in my life, ever. My heart aches every moment, thinking of you. When will you get a partner? When will you leave? When would it be the moment where you decide that I’m not good enough? Stupid, stupid questions. I shouldn’t have told Atsushi. I shouldn’t have let everyone observe me. Why and how did I ever fall for you?!” Y/N yelled, her chest heaving. Swallowing, she continued to speak.

“Most importantly, I wish I didn’t barge up here to tell you how I feel. why? Look at her. Look at me. She has got everything I don’t. She is ready to give you her all when she asks for it. She doesn’t need to worry about any flaws. Oh, to be as brave and confident as her. the next thing I know is that we’ll completely forget each other, you leaving me be, vice versa. Us staying this way, because that’s how it is! a complete, hell of a circus!”

Dazai reached for your hand, but you inched away. “I’ve never known what did ‘slowly dying’ meant, but now I see it all.’

You stormed off, hoping to all the gods above that he actually took the hint of what you finally spat out. Stupid spark; lighting up when you decided to cry it all out, while he watches on, genuinely shocked. Stupid tears, making you feel lightheaded when all you wanted to do was talk.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

The day wasn’t quite over yet, when you felt someone grab you hard, and also painfully, by your wrist. You felt your knuckles crack during the process, and you just had no time to turn around and actually suspect who this person really was.

Until you did.

You tried swatting his hand away. You didn’t need this. You didn’t need him. You didn’t need Dazai Osamu pulling you towards the most beautiful, yet empty bridge of Yokohama, where the sun was slowly setting, the harmonious glow beginning to land on the tall buildings.

“Let me go!” you breathed out softly, eyes now tired and high on the tremendous set of tears you have let out. “Please.” But he believed that by walking closer towards you, placing both of his calloused hands on your cheek, and by leaning in closer to you, you would calm down. You would stop. You would feel loved.

You would feel the sparks once more.

“Y/N.”

His eyes were now dim, but not the kind of dim where the look would kill a person on sight. It was dim, dull with anguish and torment. A plead for your eyes to look right into your his, aching with the regrets. With the words he needs to say, but never knowing how to put them together.

“My heart and soul told me that if I wanted you safe, I was only supposed to lock them in. Far, far away, for you to not find them anywhere.”

“But why would you….?”

“Oh, sweet pea. why would anyone want me, really? A man who wants to find a beautiful woman to commit suicide with. Also, someone who could annoy you to the core. Ex-port mafia executive. As a human myself, my flaws are pretty huge.”

“If you think I would ever ditch you for your flaws, that could be another person you’re talking about. I have no ability. I’m nowhere as great as you. don’t you see that I…I have flaws too?”

“Not having an ability doesn’t mean having a flaw. Neither your perfection shall ever beat that silly word.”

You definitely didn’t expect more sparks to ignite the light in you, or the next few seconds as Dazai leaned in, finally closing in the gap that you both shared. His lips were like honey, and yours were like the world’s finest sugar. the first kiss that you shared was definitely a new kind of passion, a sweet release of both your yearnings. It was also the kind where you could never forget. As he let go, his scent still lingered on you. His eyes slowly began to bloom the gorgeous glow, his smile now softer than ever. He reached for your hand and placed it on his chest.

“if you listen closely, you could hear sparks fly.”

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(a/n): ahhh here it is!! angst and mitra?? hmmm maybe :O jejsjsj

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mulletcal · 5 years ago

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when did you first know? -- a calum hood one shot

a/n: okay so i was hit with inspo for this like 8 hours ago and here we are. it’s the origin story for cal & mama from my twin universe, but you don’t need to have read those to know what’s going on here!! pls enjoy

words: 3.9k

warnings: cavity inducing fluff mb???

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Soulmate was always a word that Calum heard, and while he believed that they existed, he was never certain that a soulmate would be something he’d find in his lifetime. He saw his friends pair off with their respective partners, and it warmed his heart to see the people he loved so happy. Calum grew content with the fact that he was meant for platonic soulmates, already having found those in his best friends.

The fans never let the idea go that Calum was preparing for his soulmate though - citing his quitting smoking, and in general cleaning up his act as the source. That was never consciously what Calum was doing though, rather just choosing to better himself for himself.

It was a Tuesday when he first met her - the sky was clear and the moon full, the air was warm, and he was surrounded by his best friends as they shared stories from their past. Why Michael had decided to have a party on a Tuesday, he’d never know; but he knew that he would one day need to thank the man.

Andy had brought her along, saying how she was an old friend from his hometown who just moved to L.A. and had zero friends there other than him. Maybe it would be Andy he’d need to thank - in all the years he’d been alive, he had never met someone so beautiful. The night carried on in similar fashion to previous nights, most of them crashing in various rooms in Michael’s house rather than heading home. She went home, though, without Calum being able to say goodbye, or get her number - she was gone.

For days thoughts of her clouded his mind; the sound of her voice, her laugh, how she danced with his friends as if she’d known them for years. It tugged at his heart how well she fit in with them, and he wished he knew her well enough to invite her along to things they had plans for.

In a vague attempt to rid his mind of her, he thought he’d distract himself with the one thing that always seemed to cheer him up - dogs. Duke enjoyed wandering the dog park, even if he didn’t interact much with other dogs, Calum was always there to toss a ball or two for his old baby.

Pressing a kiss to the side of Duke’s head, he set him down onto the grass and took his leash in his hand, at least till they got away from the busy parking lot. Letting him begin to sniff around, Calum’s eyes scanned around the park - it wasn’t a particular busy day for a Friday, they may be able to have a wider range for Duke to roam.

He froze, though, when he saw an oddly familiar face underneath a nearby tree - it was her. This had to be some form of serendipity, right? There was no way she knew he would be there, at that time, on that day, so maybe this was his chance.

Calum’s feet took over before he got much of a chance to overthink it, stopping when he and Duke reached a few feet away, “Hey, didn’t expect to see you here!” Oof, lame line. He could’ve done better than that, truly.

She looked up, lifting the sunglasses off of her head as she met his eyes, a bright smile spreading across her lips, “Calum, hey! How are yo- Is this your dog?” Her eyes were wide as she looked at Duke, whose head was cocked to the side as his dad interacted with this woman he never met.

“It is, his name’s Duke. He’s wary of people, so maybe just approach with caution. It’s not his fault, he’s old and grumpy. I feel as though he should be back at home readin’ the dailies.” Calum was rambling, and he knew it - but his comment made her laugh, so it counted as a win to him.

“Me too man, you have no idea,” She shook her head as she spoke to Duke, as if he could understand her. She held out her hand and Calum waited with baited breath while his dog gave it a sniff, usually Duke would huff and walk away from the offending person - but after what felt like an eternity, Duke’s tail began to wag as he looked at her expectantly.

“That absolutely never happens,” Calum stated, stunned; and the responding smile that he got was brighter than the sun that was high in the sky that day. “D’you wanna come toss a ball for ‘im? He seems to like you,” While Calum had been deep in his own thoughts, Duke had taken to putting his front paws on her legs so she could have better access to behind his ears.

“Really? Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude on a quiet day at the dog park.”

“It seems as though if anything, we’re intruding on you,” Calum motioned to the tablet and pen beside her and she responded with a wave of her hand, standing up to dust off her pants.

“Thinkin’ bout it now, I was very likely sitting in dog pee, wasn’t I?” She pouted, continuing to brush off the back of her pants. Gathering her things, she slid them into her bag before turning to the pair, “We ready boys?”

The rest of Calum’s afternoon was spent exchanging stories of their pasts, and how they came to be where they were today. He found out that she was a graphic designer, working on animation as well, and she moved to L.A. because she was offered an amazing job she couldn’t turn down. The more he learned about her, the more infatuated he became; and when his phone went off to remind him of a time slot they had at the studio.

If Calum didn’t act now, he knew he’d miss his chance - he could sense it deep down that the universe had given him the perfect opportunity and he couldn’t waste it.

“Hey, d’you have plans for tomorrow night?” Tomorrow night? What an incredible way to sound desperate.

“I don’t actually, I was supposed to go for coffee with Andy but something came up!” She grinned, adjusting the bag on her shoulder, “Why what’s up?”

“Would you want to go out tomorrow? On a date, maybe?” Calum swallowed thickly, running his fingers through his hair, avoiding any and all eye contact with her.

“I’d love to, actually.”

Calum’s heart soared, breaking into a toothy grin that brought out the crinkles by his eyes. She said yes, and it wasn’t just him imagining things. He tried to prevent his hands from shaking while they exchanged phones and phone numbers, the promise of the next day hanging from their lips when they departed.

***

Calum had been pacing through his house for the last hour, the anticipation leading him to sweat through the first shirt he had picked for the night. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so nervous for something, even crowds of people watching them perform.

He could be vulnerable, he could be himself, but what if she rejected him? What if he opened a door as an insight to himself, and once he did he couldn’t close it again?

The drive to her apartment was shorter than he would have liked. Then again, maybe he shouldn’t have been left alone with his thoughts for too much longer or he may have backed out.

Calum wanted to be a gentleman, but the whole process of buzzing up to her apartment and her waiting at her door to be picked up seemed a little awkward - so instead he waited by the passenger side door of his car, a small bouquet of wildflowers in hand. He almost started to pace again while he waited, but then his eyes landed on her.

Her silk, navy blue dress swayed as she walked towards him, tucking her keys and phone into her purse but her eyes never left Calum’s. He couldn’t help to notice that the dress hugged her upper half in all the best ways, flaring out to stop just above her knees.

“Hi,” She breathed, standing up on her tippy toes to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

A spark radiated from Calum’s cheek, causing goosebumps to raise on his skin, “You look absolutely stunning,” he spoke softly, extending the flowers to her. “These are for you.”

The expression on her face softened ever so slightly when she saw the flowers, a smile present on her lips while she thanked him with another kiss to his cheek. Calum opened the car door for her, assuring she was in before rounding to the other side.

Conversation flowed easily between the two, and Calum’s cheeks were beginning to ache from the amount he was smiling- he genuinely couldn’t remember the last time he ached because he was so happy. It continued well through dinner, her even offering up a forkful to him of her meal.

Once dinner was finished, Calum paid and escorted her again out to his car, grabbing the door even though she insisted she was fine before they headed to the second part of their date. This part was met with confusion from her, a teasing smile quirking at her lips.

“Ah, I see. The infamous Calum Hood shows a gal a good time, and then takes her out to the beach late at night to kill her, is it?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

It wasn’t an entirely unfair assumption - the only light illuminating the road ahead was his own headlights, and those of the occasional car that would pass by. She had guessed right about the beach, though, and Calum faked an incredulous gasp.

“How could you think I’m a murderer? I know we’ve been driving down a dark road for half an hour, but that’s irrelevant to the matter.”

“I’ll have you know I’ve sent Andy my location, in case you do choose to kill me. At the very least he could come locate my body.” She was biting her tongue to keep from laughing, but ultimately failed and she squeezed Calum’s hand in an attempt to let him know she was kidding - but also possibly a poorly veiled attempt at wanting to hold his hand.

Thankfully, Calum took the hint and laced their fingers together, bringing their joined hands up to his lips, grazing against the back of hers. He heard her breath stop, and he quickly glanced at her with a hint of a smile.

The rest of the drive was silent, only the faint sound of Louis Armstrong playing in the background. The lights of their destination came into view, and Calum chewed on his lower lip while he tried to gauge her reaction. It would be impossible to tell what it was just from a glance, but the smile that came across her face was enough for Calum.

While the sound of Louis Armstrong was now gone, the sounds of a vibrant jazz band filled her ears, and her smile went from soft to ear to ear within seconds.

“What is this, Cal?” She asked softly, reaching for his hand when he had met her at the front of the car.

The first thought at the forefront of his mind was how he could get used to the feeling of her hand in his, but the next thought he had was that he should probably answer her question. “Well…” He began, tugging her hand gently so she could follow, “There’s this jazz band I’ve come across that plays here once a month and I love to come and watch them. They’ve even let me play for them a handful of times.”

Her eyes scanned the people, wide with wonder as she did so. She saw couples of all ages milling about, and much to her delight some were dancing. You often heard about things like this, but she never could have dreamed that this beautiful man standing beside her would have taken her here.

“Wanna dance, doll?” Calum asked, looking down at her expectantly, giggling softly at how quickly her gaze snapped up to him.

He didn’t need to say anymore to her before he was dragged out to the ‘dance floor’, proceeding to sway and spin to the music.

After a few songs, they decided to take a break, sitting down at a table beside this elderly couple Calum appeared to know, excusing himself to go get you both a drink.

“You don’t see that often, do ya Ruby?” The man spoke up, clearly trying to the attention of his wife, as well as the young lady that sat beside them.

“What’s that darlin’?” The woman, Ruby, said to the man, leaning her chin onto her hand.

“Calum seems to have brought a special lady with him tonight. Don’t think he’s ever done that before.”

Now he had her attention, turning her head to look at Ruby and her husband, chewing on her lip before she asked, “He hasn’t?”

The couple shook their head practically in unison, knowing smiles on their lips, “He must really care about you.”

It took her off guard when Calum came back, setting down waters for them. Sipping it absentmindedly while their words echoed through her head. If Calum truly had never brought anyone there before her, this place must have been special to him; and what lead him to want to bring her there? Her chest was warm with the implication that she, too, could be special to Calum in the same way this place was.

Not much longer later, they made their decision to leave. She had been making her rounds, getting to know the regulars of the area, and them doing the same for her. It didn’t take her very long to be invited back by the regulars, all of them kissing her and Calum’s cheeks before they finally departed.

Arriving back at her apartment, there was a sense of hesitation in the air, neither of them wanting their night to end. It needed to though, if only to let the night continue on and they could venture into the future together.

“Walk me to my door?” She asked, glancing over at him with a hopeful expression in her eyes.

“It would be my pleasure,” He answered honestly, hopping out of the drivers side, quickly making his way to her side to offer his hand to her.

The nerves from earlier returned while they made the short trek upstairs to her apartment. Calum knew before he reached the door that he wanted to kiss her, but the thought of it being the typical awkward first date kiss hurt his chest while it constricted in panic.

He could tell she was nervous too when he saw her fumble with her keys, and it made him breathe a little easier. When they stopped in front of her door, she spun around to face him, stumbling back despite the lack of alcohol either of them drank that night.

“I had an amazing time,” She began, licking her lips when she finally met his eyes. “I’d love to do it again sometime, if you’d like.”

“Trust me, I’d like nothing more.” Oh, so he was back to desperate, that’s good.

“Good, good…” Her words died in her throat when Calum stepped closer to her, bringing his hand up to brush against her cheek. Their eyes seemed to take turns glancing from their lips, back to each others eyes - a wordless request for a kiss. It was just a matter of who would move first.

Calum couldn’t wait any longer, the anticipation enough to kill him, so he closed the gap, capturing her lips in the most breathtaking kiss she had ever received. His lips were so gentle and soft against hers, and she couldn’t help but to tangled her fingers in the front of his shirt, desperate to have him closer.

A long moment later, they pulled apart, both slightly gasping for air and sharing breathless giggles.

“Alright, so I’ll talk to you later then?” Calum teased, his fingers still dancing along her waist, enjoying the feeling of the soft silk under his touch.

“You’d fucking better honestly.”

With that half threat, they shared one more kiss before she slipped inside, pressing her back against the door with her hand against her head. The whole night had been a whirlwind, and it was difficult to believe that it was her real life - every series of events felt movie like, and it was the last thing she expected when she moved to the City of Angels.

Calum had begun the walk back to his car, waiting until he was fully inside before he rested his head against the steering wheel and laughing softly to himself. He had never felt such a strong connection to anyone before, his heart was racing at the fact that maybe he had just met his soulmate.

Taking his phone out of his pocket for the first time that night, he noticed the group chat was blowing up with questions of his date, shaking his head before he sent a simple reply:

[9:54pm]: She’s perfect. I’m gonna marry her.

Once that was sent, he silenced his phone again and headed home, proceeding to write the same words down in his journal with a date, almost as a manifestation of his future.

***

Their relationship only blossomed from there - In ways they were completely inseparable, but both knew the times when to step back, letting one another have alone time, or time with their friends.

It made the boys so happy to see their best friend completely and totally in love, excited that he had met someone who matched him on different levels. It was rare to see them argue, and when they did, it was resolved almost as quickly as an issue came up - it was almost then that everyone realized that the two really were meant to be together, knowing how much Calum despised conflict.

At the year and a half mark, Calum began to plan his proposal. Their friends demanded to be in on it, but being in on it revealed the only thing he ever kept from his friends - the one thing that was just for them.

In the end, it was worth showing them if it meant she said yes to him, and the promise of their future together was more set in stone.

When the day of the proposal finally arrived, Calum was a nervous wreck all day - he had to call Andy to help get her out of the house so he could panic in private. Ashton showed up at one point in the day so someone could force him into the shower, so he’d be ready for the night.

Calum lost count of how many times he was told to relax by his friends via text, after his shower Ashton was long since gone, not wanting to be there when she got home in an attempt to not give away the surprise - as if him being there was anything out of the ordinary.

When she arrived back home, she got ready for their typical once a month Saturday night date, still seemingly unaware about what was in store for the night. It put Calum at ease a little, to see her go through her routine of getting ready without the knowledge that he was going to ask her to spend the rest of her life with him.

“Ready baby?” She asked softly, smoothing out her skirt, cocking her head to the side while she waited for an answer.

“Yeah, love, let’s go,” Calum smiled, lacing his fingers with hers as they headed out to their destination.

The familiar lights were a welcome sight to Calum, further easing his nerves for the night. It helped knowing that everyone that was there loved them, and only wanting what was best for them. When he wrapped his arm around her waist, she shivered slightly and curled into him.

“We gonna dance, angel?” Calum whispered, his lips lingering near her ear, leading her to the dance floor regardless. His eyes scanned the room, not giving her much time to look around before he pulled her close to him.

Over her head, he saw Luke getting into position behind the mic, smiling at Calum. ‘Dream a Little Dream of Me’ by Louis Armstrong began to play, Calum continuing to move her to the music with him until Luke began singing.

‘Stars shining bright above you

Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"

Birds singing in the sycamore trees

Dream a little dream of me…’

The moment she recognized the familiar voice, she spun around, a bright smile on her face. She started to suspect something was up, especially considering that at any given chance, Calum would never be able to turn down playing with his best friends. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, swaying from side to side as she watched the boys play the song.

As it came to an end, Calum felt her take a deep breath before turning to face him, suspecting what was about to happen.

Calum took his arms from around her, rubbing his hands on his pants to wipe the sweat that was forming, taking the small box from his pocket. “I know you can kind of guess what I’m about to say, you’re too smart for your own good - but at least I managed to keep this a surprise this far. Anyways… Before I met you, I wasn’t quite sure that a soulmate existed out there for me. I watched my friends pair off and meet their amazing significant others, leaving just me usually. But then you came, and my world turned upside down. I didn’t know what to do with myself, but I knew I had to be near you. You simultaneously stole the air from my lungs, but breathed a new life into me I didn’t know I was capable of. I’ve become a better man because of you, and for you. So, I need to ask…” He finally got down on one knee, opening the ring box with tears in his eyes, “Will you marry me?”

She couldn’t contain the tears streaming down her cheeks any longer, nodding fervently as she dipped down to his level to kiss him, nearly knocking him over, “A million times yes. In every universe, in every lifetime, yes.”

She hadn’t realized that all their close friends and family were there, and it caused more tears to flow when she saw them. Never in her life had she felt more loved, and it was all thanks to the beautiful boy who brought her to a jazz bar on the beach.

Despite having a lot of friends and family, they kept their wedding small. They wanted it to be intimate and sweet, and everything about it spoke to who they were as people, and it represented their relationship perfectly. Growing up, she never had brothers, but as she swayed with Michael to the song playing, she couldn’t resist the urge to rest her head on his shoulder and tell him how they’re all the brothers she’s always wanted.

Later in the night, the newly wedded couple decided to exchange gifts. Hers was a set of shadow boxes, with pressed and dried flowers from their first date that she had kept for the now almost three years. His gift to her was a simple frame, but in it was the paper he wrote after their first date.

“Baby, this isn’t the day of our first date.”

“You’re absolutely right, my love, it’s the day I realized I wanted to marry you.”

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bandsanitizer · 4 years ago

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congrats on 4K alison!! 🥳💛 also making playlists?? amazing. I love the idea so much!! so playlist idea, I’ve been really digging muke lately so maybe a muke inspired playlist? as far as music inspo goes i def think of kill my time as a muke song because of writing credits, also some classic pop punk like all time low and also songs from sounds good feels good, castaway for example is a song I associate with muke! I don’t really have a quote but I hope that’s enough for you to work with!!:)

hi!!!! thank you 💖 and thank you for sending in an ask!!! ahdjdjwkd muke. gotta love them. this one was fun to make! I really hope you like it!!!!

some background on the song choices if you care to know!

Check Yes, Juliet - so! this is definitely cos their cover of the song. and cos it has a sound that fits! and it’s feels like “let’s take on the world together and never look back” to me which is very 5sos and !!! muke !!! especially because I think the band really pushed them out of their comfort zones?

Kill My Time - because you specified it! and it feels very “now” muke... can’t really explain other than it feels like a very solid blend of CALM & YB with SGFG & self-titled. like sonically it has their various influences and tHE LYRICS?!?! anyways—it was written by muke and it definitely sounds/feels like that too!

Stella - I honestly CANNOT explain why but this is a muke song for me. idk if they’ve both mentioned it before or what but I’ve associated this song with michael and luke for SO LONG!!! I think part of it is that it sounds like a michael song and the name “Stella” means like “star” and luke reminds me of the word “star” so yeah... !!! and it carries “night out” vibes from Kill My Time

Where Did The Party Go - part 3 of the party vibes LOL lyrically it feels like observers of a party (rather than hardcore participants) and that’s the kind of people at the party muke are. in different ways, granted, but if they’re at a party where they don’t know people? I feel like they’re hiding in the kitchen or sitting on a couch or sitting on the porch. both part of the party and sorta just watching and then they meet each other and get lost in their little moment and it’s like “woah! where did the party go?”

Catch Fire - muke just reminds me of bright things: stars, suns, lights at a party or concert, etc etc. catch fire has that with the sort of “get out of this town” vibe. which is both muke and 5sos—this feeling of being bigger than the town you’re in or just wanting more than the monotony you’ve got? and particular muke with this because it’s kind of about finding that spark which is something the band really gave them

Kids In Love - it feels vaguely like a sequel to Wrapped Around Your Finger (which is the muke song for me) with the summer love in the lyrics and just mayday parade seemed fitting for the playlist. also it reminds me of Castaway

If It Means A Lot To You - cos they covered it and it fits and I needed a ballad and like Kids In Love it reminds me of Castaway (thematically) ((and a little bit sonically))

Castaway - !!!! because you mentioned it and honestly I didn’t get it but now I do and just— ugh GUITAR BATTLES!!!!

Flights - okay so like I told myself I wouldn’t add songs just cos I like them but this one... it’s kinda twinkly? to me or it’s like seeing streetlights through the window as you’re driving at night. (sorry very specific and a bit obscure) but basically it’s reminiscent in the best way which kinda wraps up the previous songs on the places and spins a slightly hopeful note. sonically, I think it fits michael and luke

Drive - this one I’m not too confident about. sometimes it feels more cashton than muke but like... idk there’s something about muke sitting in a car, driving on a highway somewhere (Cali, I guess if we stick with the song) and just... vibing. I can’t explain it more than this feeling of realizing you’ve found a person to be quiet with. which is a twist to a lot of the earlier part of the playlist and I think for muke, it’s capturing michael and luke on a level above the antics they get into? like they wrote Wrapped together!!! their capacity for emotions that pour into music is just !!!

Backseat Serenade - back to the upbeat songs because we love atl in this house. also it’s a bit of a pun? or connection? cos Drive -> you drive cars -> cars have backseats -> Backseat Serenade! also the “dizzy hurricane” reminds me of The Only Reason and JBH which are michael songs and the lyrics also vaguely tie to the previous songs as a sort of reconnection/wanting one

Tear In My Heart - there’s stuff about driving in the bridge (yeah i’m very literal) and it’s one of the the few non-5sos songs that muke’s spotify playlists have in common. idk I just like the sentiment of the lyrics and this sort of agression to it? kinda firey? I guess? this one I really can’t explain but it’s here

Last Young Renegade - again with the atl cos why not? 🤷🏻‍♀️ a very nice closing lyrically (and sonically I think) and just... well there’s a lyric about “road” in there and just this sense of letting go and coming back and thE CHORUS!!! (also, while we’re here, alex gaskarth singing “darling”????) ((mICHAEL CALLING LUKE DARLING??? ok sorry)) basically this feels very summary-ish of the playlist and so it’s a good finale, I think

#gosh that’s a lot of words #i hope it made some sense #sorry if it’s all jumbled and whatnot #eloquence about music is something i’ve got none of #also I couldn’t tell how ‘shippy’ you meant muke like bromance or a little more removal of the b or like mike and luke inspired #so hopefully this is vague enough that it works for all interpretation... nothing was particularly meant as more than like brotp #but sorry if it is #anyways! thank you again!!!!#redrattlers #i dont have a tag for asks so i guess i’ll make it this #bandsanitizer 4k celebration #muke #long post

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rivolted · 4 years ago

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today i bring you Goth Stylist. tomorrow ? who knows.

[ LEE JIEUN, DEMIGIRL, SHE/THEY ] well, if it isn’t nerilla baron, our resident DISTRICT 12 STYLIST ! i’m so excited to see what they’ll be bringing to the table this year. they’re twenty six years old, & they’ve been in this position for less than a year. i hope they’re ready for the publicity — the tabloids have already started talking about them ! anyways, i got to meet them once, & they’re a lot like the satisfying pop of a champagne bottle, remember: snakes in the grass don’t always resemble snakes, a light in your eyes that glints not like the stars but like a knife, the hollow stillness in the air just after a camera flash.

CHARACTER INSPO : mai ( atla ), juliette cai ( these violent delights ), kaz brekker ( grishaverse ), damon salvatore ( from the books. I Do Not Perceive Show!Damon )

𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞 . it’s fathomless . it is not something that can be measured or studied . 𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙉 , 𝙀𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙔 , 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙍 . it’s endless , all consuming fire . 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 .

name : nerilla baron.

age : twenty six.

gender & pronouns : demigirl & she / her / they / them ( alternating, but some days they just want to hear one or the other ).

district : two

occupation : district 12 stylist.

moral alignment : chaotic good.

wcs at the end !

great-grandchild of one of the first gamemakers, nerilla belongs to a long line of capitol greats. their family is mostly notorious for their work in the hunger games, and very rarely do any of the barons take a job that isn’t somehow directly tied to the games; their brother, for example, is a painter who remakes particularly popular scenes from the games.

so, growing up, they found themselves in the lap of luxury. they had no need to work for anything; if she wanted something, she got it. there was only one rule in the home: be good. if you were good, you were set for life.

originally, nerilla did not want to be a stylist. she wanted to be a painter, but her brother was already well on his way to doing so, and a rule of being good was no competing with each other. assuming styling people would be the next best thing, she was thrown to work by her parents, immediately placed as an assistant to one of the oldest game stylists working at the time. here, they found a love for the occupation that was all but forced upon them; they were still making art, but now someone could wear it on their body. fashion is statements. how better to communicate ?

nerilla grew in popularity very quickly, but, to the dismay of their family, refrained from becoming a games stylist, instead taking jobs from high-paying & esteemed capitol clients. they, blatantly, denied their parent’s insistence to style for the games. they did not say why, but the thought of dressing someone to send them off to slaughter made them sick. for a while they did do some game-inspired outfits for clients, but stopped because, again, for some reason it gave her a guilty conscience.

she’s in the right place in the wrong time when it happens. a party. a slip of the tongue, a case of mistaken identity, perhaps even a deliberate act. this person changes nerilla’s perspective on everything. it happens so quickly, one moment betrayal leaves someone’s mouth, and suddenly nerilla’s like a spark that’s been lit up, with the sudden, incredible realization: yes, this should be changed.

it’s dangerous. it’s idiotic. it’s the very antithesis of being good, and yet they can’t help it. everything about panem is wrong. for the first time, they put into words their disgust with the treatment of the districts.

applying to be a stylist in the next games was the logical step. get close to those in power, closer to those without. her name recognition, their work recognition - all enough to have landed them a spot in a career district, maybe, but they shut that idea down. they wanted to experience the worst. they wanted to see it.

okay thsi is going to be nigh incoherent but. u know colette from ratatouille ? edna mode ? that’s nerilla. very strict. very much likes things their way.

she’s also Very Scary, and it doesn’t help that she dresses Very Scary. this is on purpose. only the bravest of crows reap the rewards from approaching scarecrows, and nerilla has no patience for cowardice. also i feel like most people in the capitol who dress eccentrically do it with bright clothing ? WHERE ARE THE GOTHS SUZANNE.

they will literally never say it but they care... a lot. about their work, about other people. they’re just very tough-love about it.

wcs !

anything to do with her job. the stylist she apprenticed under, ppl she’s styled/regulars, an up-and-coming stylist or a stylist she’s got a bit of a rivalry with, SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO APPRENTICE/STUDY UNDER HER ??

their brother.... pl e ase.. . . .. THEIR BROTHER ! he’s a painter and very pro-capitol and i imagine him as someone who looks/acts all sunshine and rainbows but is every much Evil. they’re close for now, they have been since they were children, but as the rebellion kicks off their relationship will go sour so quickly. please. Sibling Angst. also i imagine he��s like a year younger or their twin but he can be older if u want.

not technically a connection but if u have a character in the d12 team. Hello. MMZMMXMXM

uh literally anything they’re a very Fun character for me they deserve some Fun connections

#sacrificialintro #this took me so long #Never Have More Than 1 Backstory Possibility Kids #ABSOLUTELY REFUSE to spellcheck this

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quixotic-writer · 4 years ago

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Give it a Start

Song inspo: Kickstart My Heart — Mötley Crüe

Summary: There’s nothing Q wants more than to just take Sal on a scenic ride on his motorcycle but he keeps saying no. Finally the day comes where Sal caves and Q knows just how to kickstart his heart.

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Sal sat quietly in the living room scrolling through his phone, watching the cats circle about like vultures. While he’s grown a little more comfortable with the felines his boyfriend has, it didn’t mean he wasn’t scared of them anymore. He could hear faint shuffling coming from upstairs which could only mean Q was up to something, he just didn’t know what it was today. Any time Q was actively searching for something like he was right now, it never ended well.

Soon, down came Q, tank top on with his Four Color Demons vest on, worn out dark blue jeans that were starting to fray at the bottom, and his black boots laced up on his feet. Sal couldn’t help but stare and take in the view before him, he looked so hot when he was done all up in his biker gear.

“Morning Sal.” He says as he gathers something for himself to eat before he presumably heads out on the road.

“Good morning handsome. Taking the bike out for a spin i’m guessing?” He says still looking Q up and down as though it’s the first time he’s seen him dressed up in this fashion.

“I am! The weather is positively perfect and I can’t pass up a day like this.” The two stare at each other and Sal knew there was another bit to his statement. He shot Q a look to finish what he knew he was thinking. “...But, I wanted to see if maybe you want to go with me?” Q smiles awkwardly as he posed the question.

For as long as they’ve been together and as long as Q had his motorcycle, he couldn’t even get Sal to look at it. Sal always had promised ‘one day’ he would, but no matter how many times Q offered, asked, or begged: Sal had always turned it down. Sal looks a little less hesitant than he usually does, he takes a moment to peer out the window to see a picture perfect weather on the other side of the window.

“C’mon Sally. I’ve had the bike for a while now and have never gotten into an accident! On top of that, you’re helmet has been collecting dust in the closet.” Q had bought the helmet hopefully as an offering to get Sal on his bike and out for a ride so it could be a new thing they did together. But even that wasn’t enough to motivate the scaredy cat. Q pouts his lower lip out and gives Sal the sparkly eyes he couldn’t say no to.

“Maybe.... Maybe I will go today. Anything funny happens you turn that bike around no ifs ands or buts.” There was a sprinkle of nerves as he spoke but how could he back out when his boyfriend is smiling so wide. Q raced upstairs to finally bring out the previously mentioned helmet. It sat on the bed in their room since he had hoped that he would finally get his boyfriend on his motorcycle. He picked up the helmet and looked at it: a full helmet, sleek looking and glossy black. The helmet even had a bluetooth connector to allow them to speak to each other while on the road and finally today it was being put to good use. The thought of this all finally happening made Q all giddy and he couldn’t stand to wait another moment.

Q went back down and placed the helmet on Sal’s lap. “Ready to ride?” Sal forced a smile as he took the helmet into his hands and they strolled off to the garage. There she was, in all her glory: the magnificent midnight blue Triumph motorcycle. One of Q’s pride and joys. Sal could already feel the pools of sweat seeping out of every pore on him, why did he agree so fast to this and why are they leaving so soon, he hasn’t even had time to mentally prepare for this!

“There she is, and the passenger seat behind me has just been calling your name Sally boy!” Q dusts off the leather seats and grabs his helmet off of the handlebar of the bike and steps in closer to Sal so they can properly sync and connect their helmets. Synced and secured, Q swings over to seat himself on the bike while Sal stands a few feet away nervous and dumbfounded at the situation he’s in. Q notices the nerves taking over his boyfriend. “Sal, if you’re having second thoughts it’s fine, you can ride out with me another day.” Q’s voice comes over the speakers in his helmet, Sal purses his lips and thinks for a moment.

“No, this is fine, it’s fine, i’ll be okay. I trust you.” Sal takes another breath and, with a little struggling, hops onto the back of the bike. Q looks back to him and smiles through the clear windshield of the helmet and starts the motorcycle engine. It lets out a loud rumble that transitions to a hum, Sal’s arms shoot to wrap around Q’s torso and he hugs him tight.

“You okay? Startled you a bit there, huh?”

“I didn’t think it was THIS loud! I can barely hear myself think!” Q chuckles knowing it seems louder than it actually is because Sal has never even thought of coming around a motorcycle.

“You’ll get used to it, I promise.” With his lover’s arms wrapped around him, Q props up the bike, kicks away the kick-stand, and off they were onto the road.

“Just keep your balance and lean with me when we turn, not against me. We’ll go slow around the block and then we’ll get to the good stuff when you feel ready.” Sal felt like everything inside of him was just gonna drop out, he couldn’t tell if it was because of the vibrations of the bike or because he was scared shitless. The sensation of not having the walls of a car around you and going much faster than a standard pedal bike was alarming to say the least. With every turn that they made, Sal hugged onto Q tighter and tighter to the point where Q thought that he was either gonna crush him or suffocate him. “Babe, I need to be able to breathe to drive properly.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” Sal eases up his arms, the sweat forming on them making his skin stick to Q’s leather vest he had on. As they continued through their neighborhood, Sal noticed that Q was making his way to the main roads. “Where are we going exactly?” He looks as more cars begin to surround them as they transition to more densely populated areas of the town.

“Just take in the view, enjoy the ride, and don’t worry about it. I have a plan.” Q twists the handle increasing the speed of their travel. The only thing he could hear aside from the winds blowing past them and the hum of the motorcycle engine was the panicked mewls that escaped Sal anytime he changed lanes or sped up in the slightest. It gave Q a good laugh because he knew his boyfriend was okay, it was just his way of calming his nerves a bit.

To both of their surprise: Sal eventually started easing up. The arms wrapped around his torso didn’t feel like they were holding on for dear life, it now felt like a loving and comfortable embrace. In his side view mirror, he could see glimpses of Sal looking all around and taking in the view. That’s how Q knew Sal was fine behind him without having to say anything. And now that Sal wasn’t worried, he could finally detour off the main roads to where he wanted to take him and actually enjoy it.

After hopping off the main road and taking a couple of backstreets, the two had found themselves along a cliffs edge over looking the still waters that separated Staten Island from the bustling city of New York. In the distance you could see the colossal buildings that towered above the few clouds that were scattered in the clear light blue skies, the bridges with cars consistently coming and going, and the ferries that glided along the waters. Sal took in the view with his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape. It wasn’t where he was expecting to land up, truly he didn’t even know where they would have landed up today, but this surpassed whatever expectations he had.

“I told you it was a nice day today.” Sal could practically hear Q smiling, and he couldn’t help but smile back. Q pulls off to a overlook area and turns the bike off. He allows Sal to jump off first and they both remove their helmets. Sal’s hair is stuck to his sweat ridden forehead, and Q’s hair is all flattened out from his helmet, they both laugh at the sight of the other. Q takes Sal’s hand in his and guides him over to the single bench that was at the overlook.

They sat together quietly breathing in the crisp air that blew by. Sal was cuddled up against Q, sneaking occasional glances up at him and just feeling pure unadulterated joy spark inside of him.

“You know, this was actually really fun.” Q looked down to his boyfriend who hadn’t stopped smiling since they arrived here. “I’ve got two great views: my smoking hot biker boyfriend and an incredible view of the distant city.”

“You sappy son of a bitch.” Q chuckled and brought Sal in even closer. They looked into each others eyes for a moment before going in for a sweet kiss. Sal took it a step further, transforming the sweet exchange into a make-out session as he held Q’s head in place and kissed him harder. Q gladly accepted the gesture and matched energies before realizing that they were still very much out in public and pulled away, huffing for air. “Okay slow your roll there, you’re gonna get me all hot and bothered in public.”

“Who’s to say that wasn’t my goal there Brian.” Sal flashes him a good set of bedroom eyes.

“Shall we take this adventure back to my place?” He raises an eyebrow and gives Sal the sultry look he knows makes the other melt in return. Sal bites his lip and smiles back.

“Yes please.” They wasted no time hopping back onto the bike to get home as soon as possible. Their next adventure destination: the bedroom, where anything can and will happen.

#brian quinn #sal vulcano #impractical jokers #vulquinn #suki writes #fluff

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shophotlavablog · 4 years ago

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Inspo: Lizzy Alvarado

Lizzy went from an internship at Steakworld to a career woman at depop. One of my favorite Lizzy stories is that she used the tips from a post I made on tumblr about” how to land an internship” ON me and got the job. Now She is the the marketing manager at Depop and constantly making waves. She is always inspo for Hot Lava design and aesthetic so I wanted to highlight this hustler to inspire everyone to seize the moment and make it happen for yourself.

Q: What have you been working on lately?

With my job everything has turned digital, which has been a crash course on how to do an event in digital format. So, I’ve been doing a lot of [Instagram] lives with different artists and trying to bring the energy that I used to do with my work IRL to digital, so it’s kind of been a challenge, but it’s been fun.

At home, kind of just nesting it up. I feel like every few weeks I realize how long we’re going to be in quarantine—so I, like, redo my house a different way, so I think it’s kind of nice because since quarantine started I’ve really settled into my house. I have a lot of house plants and cats, so I’m kind of like trying to keep everything alive.

Q: What are some things you’ve been doing to prioritize “me time”?

I think by making myself a challenge. Right now, me and my best friend are doing this workout challenge, where we FaceTime each other and do the workout at the same time. It’s been my mental and physical entertainment, and gives me something I have to be held accountable for, like trying to workout and having a goal.

Recently, I took a week off. Even though were working from home I don’t think it’s the same as when you’re working; you always have to take a little break and reset and a lot of my coworkers and myself have not given ourselves that, because we’re working at home, when are we going to take that time and just sit? But recently I took a whole week off and I didn’t answer one Zoom meeting or do anything. For me, that reset my whole mindset and gave me time to just think about the reality of the position we’re all in, and my reality, like what I need to do instead of living in limbo of half doing things because I’m waiting for us to be out of quarantine his life for now just telling yourself that you need to adjust at least until like January or something for now and just set my dates back, pushing things back as things happen.

I feel like I’ve been working later and more sporadically when I’m working from home because you can just check your messages or your computer whenever, and you can get up and see the dishes are piling up and spent two hours cleaning your kitchen, and then you have to make up for it, and then you’re working until nine or something, so it’s definitely a balance figuring it all out.

Q: Can you give us a small walk through on how you started out in your career, and what younger you would need to hear to get where you are?

I started off by doing a PR internship in NY that was focused on beauty products. It was there that I learned a few hard truths like the "top 10 best products for glowing skin" mentioned in vogue was actually just a list of products that various PR agencies were able to pay off editors to add. It just didn't sit right to me and I didnt end up staying at the agency after my internship, but it did spark something in me about promoting products that I did like and that aligned with my values: sustainability, female owned brands, etc.

One great thing about my time in NY is that's where I happened to meet my boyfriend on one fateful night out at Max Fish which is usually the opposite of the place you meet your soulmate lol. Anyways fast forward a few months and I ended up moving to LA for said boyfriend and had to completely start over. I had no connections in LA, no friends, and at that point was still too early in my career for my resume to stick out of a pile. The start was rough and I had to get PT jobs to make money while I figured out what the fuck I was going to do in this new place where people usually move to with very specfic big dreams.

Now to the good part, the part where HOT LAVA started it all for me. Rachael loves this story and I didn't actually admit it to her until several months after working for her. Basically I had been reading her advice column Steaktalk for a long time and she had a post about how to get a job. Literally she broke down how to set up your resume, cover letter, and mentioned ways to set yourself apart from the rest. Well I used it to apply for an internship with her and it worked! Once I had that experience in LA under my belt I was able to transition into a brand manager for The Cobra Shop which was right next door to the HL office and eventually I started working for Depop as a Marketing Manager which is where I am today.

Q: Tell me your most embarrassing moment in your current career/ relationship/ creative endeavor:

That’s a tough one. I feel like when you’re first starting out, everything feels embarrassing. I remember the first time I came to Hot Lava—I didn’t do anything I can think was embarrassing, but like, being embarrassed of my existence of just not knowing how to interact with people. Because when you just see everything online, when you finally meet people in person, sometimes it can be really overwhelming. It’s kind of funny to just be embarrassed for being yourself sometimes, but I feel like you grow out of it.

Q: Do you think about where you’d like to be in 5 years or even 1 year, or are you more of the “in the moment type”?

I am more of a person who is in the moment. I do think of where I want to be in five years but I don’t hang onto that title too much, because I think if I think, “In five years I want to be a CEO,” and right now I’m just a marketing manager, in my head I’m like, “What am I doing? I’m just out here everyday not doing that.”

I feel like I live in the moment as far as knowing that, if you are in the moment, it’s going to pay off in the future. If I do work on whatever I’m supposed to be doing at the time, or whenever I’m given the opportunity to do that, then yeah, it will pay off in the end.

I don’t think my career really started to move until I was able to accept being in the moment. For me, when I think about my jobs and how I got to being hostess in New York, to being a dog walker and now to becoming a marketing manager, I don’t think I was able to do that until I was able to say that I just need to live in the moment and get that job to make money right now.

I knew I thought I could do something great but I wasn’t able to do anything great until I was able to sit myself down and handle the basics like, get a job—not “the” job, but a job, and just do OK at that, get your money right, and get to the right place. And slowly I was able to start looking for internships and then I was able to get one. Then it just grew from there.

I feel like if I was living with my head in the clouds, thinking about the future, I wouldn’t have been able to do that because I wouldn’t have accepted just getting a basic job for now.

Q: What causes you stress and how do you ease those stresses?

Prioritizing my work/home life tasks stress me out, especially working from home RN if you have a deadline but also a pile of dishes to do it's hard to ignore that when you aren't able to leave the house and ignore the home life stuff. I try to read self help books, make lists, ect. The biggest help is self talk and just reminding myself that the world won't just because your todo list isn't complete.

Q: Name one hobby:

I really like going out and riding my bike, so finding places are safe right now has kind of been the thing. I don’t go mountain biking or anything, I like riding my bike in a nice/safe area. I also don’t want to be in the city, so I’ve been looking for national parks nearby and local areas where you can do a 14 mile bike ride or something. I used to live in New York and I would ride my bike everyday, so I used to ride 25 miles a day, but now it’s like 12 miles I’ll make a whole day out of it.

I also really like music, but it’s sort of like a personal thing. I write songs and work on stuff, but I’ve never thought of it as something I’d do in reality. But, I’ve been doing that a lot more since we’ve been in quarantine.

Q: One thing you always tell your best friend:

I mean I tell her everything. I literally have become attached to Facetime with her daily since quarantine started. It's kind of a nice thing because she lives all the way in Texas so being stuck inside has brought us closer. I used to call her every couple of days and give her the highlight reel of my week but now it's like every 3 hours and life is so boring stuck inside that no detail is spared.

Q: If you wrote a book what would the title be and why?

Scared for No Reason: Why Doubting Yourself is Your Downfall.

I feel like there are already many books about this subject but I haven't found one I really connected to specifically. One of my biggest realizations in life is how much fear has stopped me from doing things I am actually really passionate about or interested in. I am still on the road to ultimate confidence (giving myself a deadline of reaching age 30 for this), but a lot of things changed in my life when I pushed past the fear and doubt that is a big part of my inner voice. A few examples are applying for internships that have led to my career (thanks Hot Lava), talking to my boyfriend who I have now been with for 5 years, walking up to a brand's creative director and telling them I can produce content for them and making that my side gig. The point is none of this would have happened if I was listening to that fear voice in my head saying I'm not good enough, pretty enough, or qualified enough.

Q: What's your favorite Hot Lava piece and why?

My fav Hot Lava piece recently would have to be the bike shorts or zebra dress just from a design perspective. I think the team really hit the nail on the head and created trending pieces in a unique Hot Lava style. My all time fav piece and first piece I ever bought is the surf top! I purchased the first one HL ever produced the night it launched in 2014 or 15? Its white and has an eye! But I love the cut the most. I have it in black and lime green too. It's just the perfect top, a contrast of modesty with the high neck but also sexy with the tightness.

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ofeliancs · 5 years ago

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⋆ * ✰ — ( odeya rush. twenty-one. she/her. cisfemale. ). i hope that eliana abraham isn’t late for their shift again. i swear to god they can be so impetuous & stubborn sometimes. then again i know joe hired them two of years ago because they’re charismatic & nurturing, whatever. every time they’re working they always want to play break my stride by matthew wilder, it kinda drives me up the wall. they’re studying musical theatre & composition at northview university. i think they ended up working at empire because she wanted to pay for school but still be around music. they remind me so much of marked up scripts, the third iced coffee of the day, heart-shaped sunglasses, the sun shining through sheer white curtains.

hi angels!! i’m kristin and i’m SO excited for this rp it’s so cute??? i’m also rlly excited to bring my obnoxious lil baby it’s been so long since i’ve written for her. all of her links are below, so please give this a like if you’d like to plot!!

stats // connections // pinterest

so i’m gonna start this by saying eliana is A LOT to handle sometimes so im sorry for her in advance but also pls love her

ANYWHO lets get on w the show

eliana was born and raised in derby. like i kid you not this child has not lived anywhere else so friends at the store that she’s known since diapers?? its more likely than you think (pls give me that pls)

her father, daniel is a fairly well known lawyer in the city and her mother, ruth is a writer. that being said money wasn’t necessarily an issue for the abraham family, but their children also weren’t spoiled. daniel abraham would be damned if he ever discovered he had raised brats.so like basically they HAD money but didn’t like to flaunt it ya know

as much as it pains me to not have any tragedy eliana grew up in a pretty standard childhood???? raised by nice jewish parents who took care of their kids as much as they could, good education, good grades. nothing traumatic to report rip

BUT lemme tell you eliana wasn’t a standard child o no

first off she was always a tiny lil ball of energy. she was always running around and talking anyone’s ear off that gave her the chance and it was either adorable or you wanted to punch her in the face

hc that she was the actual worst in preschool??? she prob never took naps and was prob too loud oops

beginning in her childhood years, ellie showed a passion for two things- theatre and music, specifically writing. she participated in every school and community theatre production she could, and spent any free time she had writing a melody, a song lyric, anything that popped into her head.

it was her aunt that first encouraged her to make a career out of her passions, and she began pushing harder with her writing and performing.

she spent most weekends at the piano during her junior and senior year.

she graduated high school with plans of moving to new york city to pursue a career in musical theatre, hoping to be able to perform and continue to write her own songs.

her biggest dream is to write a full musical and it’s in the works currently (she’s also writing on her breaks every day).

ofc she was advised by her parents to go to school first to work on her craft before she left, and she agreed. not wanting to move too far away (aka new york) just yet, opted for northview university where she is double majoring musical theatre and composition!!

she’s been working at empire records for two years now. it began as a way to help her parents pay for her tuiton (and set some aside to move to new york), but over the years it’s become more than just a job to her and she really loves working at empire.

she’s graduating college in may and the thought of having to leave this job when she moves makes her sad :(((

okay so personality overview!!

god she’s everywhere

if i could put her into a label, it would the dynamo which quite literally means “an extremely energetic person” SO there’s that. she does come off a bit strong at times but she means well and just has a lot of energy

she is also very soft but WAIT she’s also a strong bitch with bde sorry i don’t make the rules. she fights for what she believes in and won’t stop for anything that gets in her way if it comes to it.

if ur working with her on any given day she will greet you with a hug every day i don’t make the rules sorry

side note: im in love w her

is actually 5′1 but will FITE

will sometimes do and/or say stupid shit but it’s fine we’re fine

want to do something dumb at 3 in the morning? call her and she’ll be there in 5 minutes

i don’t wanna say she’s an idiot but ,,,,, im not NOT saying it either

but yes she’s an idiot

also a giant meme don’t take most of what she says seriously

has a tiktok account and sometimes just quotes tiktoks once again I DON’T MAKE THE RULES she’s just the most obnoxious

protective binch. if u mess with the people she really cares abt she will battle. she doesn’t get angry a lot but if you somehow make her im sorry

also?????? a clumsy bitch. will knock over everything bc she can’t walk in a straight line and just falls a lot

how are you a performer but also accident prone? i don’t know don’t ask me

bottom line is i just love her and would Die for her thank u

pls love her

i have a connections page but here’s my most wanted connections!!

a best friend- her favorite person and closest companion. will also accept a trio squad tbh??

childhood friend- ellie has lived in derby her entire life so she’s definitely made friends at every stage of life, so someone that’s been her friend for almost two whole decades would be awesome

practically family- people that she has grown such a close bond with that she sees them as another sibling at this point.

the secret fling- this is a wc that i have up which you can read more about right here, but it’s also open to any current members if it sparks anyone’s interest. feel free to message me if you have questions about it!! (i have some inspo if needed)

#empirefmintro

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harleysarchive · 6 years ago

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Merry Christmas, Ben - Ben Hardy x reader

Fandom: Bohemian Rhapsody Warning: None (bad writing?) Pairing: Ben Hardy x reader

Summary: Secret Santa with Ben

Requested

A/N: Finally some inspo and a request fixed! Good now for Christmas! Enjoy and Merry Christmas everyone!

In the Christmas spirit, the cast wanted to do something fun. So, Rami suggested that we would do a Secret Santa before the holiday’s and meet up at his house on the weekend to have a Christmas party/coziness. All of you thought it was a good idea and Rami scribbled down all our names on pieces of paper. Ben was the first to go and after him was Joe, after that it was your turn. You reached down the hat that Rami had found and brought up a name.

Gwilym.

You tried your best not to show who you got, but your poker face wasn’t the best.

“Okay guys, I’ll see you on Saturday.” Joe said and got out of the set.

You followed his lead, figuring that you needed a lot of inspiration to come up with something good to Gwil. What did he even like?

“Hey, (Y/N).”

You turned when you heard Ben shout your name. Feeling butterflies in your stomach when he called your name.

“Yes?”

“Are you going to the mall?”

“Yes I am.”

“Mind if I join you? I kinda need inspiration for my gift.” He said and rubbed the back of his neck. You smiled and nodded. The two of you went over to the mall, it was all Christmas decorated with Christmas trees and glitter hanging from the ceiling. You felt the Christmas spirit rise inside of you. You had always loved Christmas, it was something about the holiday that made it special. Brining families together and spending time with them and showing your appreciation to them. The presents were just a bonus. You and Ben spent a long time in the mall, going through different stores in hope of inspiration.

Your attention was caught when you walked passed a jewelry store that had a beautiful necklace. It was a silver heart with a red stone in the middle. You let out a sigh and Ben turned his gaze at what you were looking at.

“You like it?” he asked when he saw the necklace.

“Yes, but it’s too expensive. I’ve been eyeing that necklace from some time now. It’s so pretty.” You said dreamy. “Besides you can’t by gifts to yourself so close to Christmas.”

Ben laughed at you and the two of you kept on walking. You had lunch at one of the restaurants and Ben payed for both of you – even if you protested a lot, he insisted. As you kept on looking, you finally had found the best gifts for Gwil, a Queen vinyl and some socks with sarcastic meanings on them. You smiled at yourself, he is going to love them.

You said goodbye to Ben and made your way home to wrap the presents for Gwil. You couldn’t wait for the weekend to come but you still had the week to go through before the fun began.

Saturday cam quickly and you and the boys were over at Rami’s to exchange the presents. It was super exciting. Joe were the first one to get his present, he had got a book of bad puns and a t-shirt that said, ‘God save the Queen’ and a picture of the Queen members. Gwil couldn’t hold his laughter and Joe – of course – figured that it was him. Gwil was up next and he opened the presents, the socks made him roared with laughter and then the vinyl of Queen. He first guessed it was Rami, but he shook his head. You tried you best not to look guilty but when Gwils eyes met yours, you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“It was you!” he said, and you laughed.

“I thought you would like the socks.” You said, wiping away a tear that had escape from your eyes during you laugher.

“Thank you so much, (Y/N).” he said and gave you a bear hug. You hugged him back and now it was your turn to open your present. It was a small package with red wrapping. It was very cure. You opened it carefully and inside it was a navy-blue box. You opened it and inside the box was the necklace that you had been looking at for weeks. You gasped loudly.

“What is it?” Rami asked.

“A necklace that I’ve been wanting for a long time.” You said.

“Oooh, let me see.” Joe said, and you showed it around. The guys thought it was pretty and you knew immediately who it was.

“Ben?”

“Hmm?” he said.

“Did you buy this?”

He rubbed the back of his neck again and his cheeks turned bright red. “Yeah.”

“Wow man, you were really spot on there.” Joe said, and patted Ben’s knee. Ben’s cheeks turned even more red.

You took out the necklace and put it around your neck. “Thank you so much, Ben.”

The party kept on going after everyone had got their presents, you were admiring your necklace and Ben came up to you. You smiled at him.

“You didn’t have to buy me this.”

“But you wanted it.”

“I did, and I still do. But I don’t want you to spend so much money on me. You should save it for someone you care about.”

“But I do care about you, (Y/N). I always have.”

You looked at him shocked.

“And I saw this opportunity to maybe, finally tell you how I really feel.” He said and got closer to you. “I’ve cared about you ever since we met the first time on set. (Y/N), I love you and I wanted to express my love towards you with that necklace.”

You smiled. “Oh Ben.”

The two of you stood there for a while and when you looked up, you saw that Joe had a mistletoe over your heads. You felt a blush creep up on your cheeks, and Ben’s cheeks were already red.

“C’mon now, you can’t diss a tradition.” Joe said and winked. You shrugged your shoulders and kissed him on the cheek. Joe shook his head in disapproval.

“No, no, a real kiss.”

You felt your face going even more red and you looked at Ben, to get his approval. He leaned in and you did as well. The kiss was short but filled with electric sparks, like a tension was relieved from the both of you.

Ben looked at you with admiration and gently grabbed your hand.

“Was it okay?” he asked.

“It was perfect.”

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

“Merry Christmas, Ben.”

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roseymoseyberry · 7 years ago

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Clever Lines (one-shot)

I realized the other day that it had been three months since I last posted a fic about my otp, and that’s a crime. Also I’ve been getting the itch to write them anyway so it was just a matter of time.

But this time the old husbands are young singles meeting and flirting, because I love thinking about their little pre-war friend group plus Jazz, because if anything can make the pre-war friend group better, it’s Jazz.

I’m absolutely slipping in that Party Ambulance headcanon here, and I know we all love small and sweet Orion Pax, but I am personally even more in love with tall and lanky Orion Pax who is wildly proactive and never afraid to speak his mind, but appropriately polite as he does. I mean, come on. He went out of his way to track down and befriend gladiators. He’s a brave little archivist.

Also this is inspired by an A Softer World strip oops. The specific line has been altered to make it more conversational but you’ll know it when you see it.

Title: Clever Lines

Series: Transformers Prime with a little inspo from Aligned as a whole (aka Jazz haha)

Ship(s): Orion Pax/Ratchet with a huge smattering of Jazz&Ratchet friendship

Rating/warnings: PG-13 for alcohol, references to fighting and fragging, some intoxicated kissing, and just a lot of Ratchet worrying too much

“Oh scrap,” Ratchet hissed as he spun on his pede. He blindly reached out towards Jazz, grabbing him by the closest edge of armor he could get his digits around to pull him towards the same direction he was facing.

“The frag, Ratch--?”

“Just act casual and don’t look over there!”

Jazz huffed as he settled next to Ratchet, crossing one arm over his chest while the other brought his drink to his lips for a slow sip, before replying, “Well, that’d go better if we weren’t staring at a wall, but I guess I’ll make it work.”

Ratchet’s engine grumbled but he had to admit that this was far less conspicuous than he had hoped for. He could blame the high grade for the sheer lack of spatial awareness that brought him here, and that was true, but he was pretty sure blind panic had a big part.

“Ok, fine. We can turn towards each other.”

“But I was starting to enjoy the view,” Jazz deadpanned, as if Ratchet couldn’t read the way his visor flickered with humor. Still, he dutifully twisted and leaned his shoulder against the wall, all grace and casual confidence. Ratchet was sure he wasn’t nearly so convincing, never mind that he had never had his drinking companion’s grace, but he did his best with what he had.

Jazz had the handsome frame of a nimble dancer and the Unmaker’s smile to charm his way around the city. Ratchet, on the other hand, had neither, and had instead learned to utilize the bulk of his frame and the boldness of his personality to make his way through crowds and into mecha’s sparks when he cared to.

They had both made their individual marks on the party scene before they had finally crossed paths all those years ago. The night that the Party Ambulance and the famously infamous Jazz met was the night they got completely sloshed and argued, danced, brawled, and fragged each other well into the next morning. When they woke up sprawled across a berth neither of them recognized, they both came to the conclusion that they were best friends.

The fact that Ratchet’s partying nights were fewer and further between now, not to mention far from the wildness of those years, hadn’t kept him and Jazz from being inseparable when Ratchet wasn’t waist-deep in finishing medical school. Ratchet was beginning to suspect that Jazz was using him as an excuse to pull himself back a bit as well, but he wasn’t about to complain.

Jazz was an incredible friend.

And that was why he gave Ratchet the dignity of not immediately looking out into the crowd to try to find the mech who had Ratchet in a tizzy and no doubt giving them away. Instead Jazz held Ratchet’s gaze and asked, “So, who walked in that you’re so desperate to avoid?”

Ratchet grimaced and took a large gulp of his high grade.

“Have I ever mentioned that one archivist?”

“The snarky one you nearly started a physical fight with when he said he couldn’t find that article you needed because they were closing in ten minutes?” Jazz replied with ease, because of course, the mech was like a sponge for any information he thought might be important or embarrassing later.

“No, not him--”

“Then the cute one who volunteered to help you find the article anyway and then spent the rest of the night at some café with you so you could use his access to the digital archives and finish your papers on time?”

Ratchet felt embarrassed heat spread up his neck and into his face. It hadn’t been his proudest moment, but having three papers due the same day had left him with little dignity and endless gratitude towards that archivist. He still wasn’t sure if it was better or worse that the archivist had also been unfairly attractive and that they had actually gotten along well enough that the last couple hours at the café had actually just been chatting, admittedly a little deliriously on Ratchet’s half.

At the very least it made it more embarrassing.

“That’s the one.”

Jazz’s visor brightened with interest as his mouth started to curl around the lip of his cube, clearly enjoying Ratchet’s flustered expression more than his drink.

“Orion Pax, right?”

“Of course you’d remember,” Ratchet grumbled, receiving a snicker in response.

“Never forget a name or a face. Speaking of--”

“Don’t look!”

“Relax. I can be subtle,” Jazz reassured, lifting his drink to his mouth again so he could tap his pointer digit against the side of his visor. “Let me do a little bit of espionage to soothe your overcharged spark.”

“As if you haven’t gone drink for drink with me.” Still, after a moment, Ratchet sighed. “A helm taller than me but he’s lanky, all legs--”

“Lanky? You usually like ‘em--”

“Focus, Jazz. Yes, he’s lanky. Red and blue paintjob, and he’s got—he’s got this crest on his forehelm along with audial finials on the sides--”

“Got ‘im,” Jazz said. His helm tilted slightly. “No kidding about lanky though. Course, with that face and those legs? Can’t argue there.”

Ratchet would swear he could feel a processor ache coming on.

“What is he doing, Jazz?”

“He’s getting a drink.”

“Really?”

Jazz’s brows didn’t need to be visible for him to give a withering look.

“Do I need to remind you we’re at a bar.”

Ratchet grimaced but pushed on, “He just doesn’t seem the type. More of a ‘fun night out is a night in’ type.”

Jazz snorted, replying, “You really are going soft if a nerd like that has you wound up tighter than a turborabbit in heat. That why you flipped your lid? Worried about him finding out about the Party Ambulance that comes out when the sun sets and your papers are finished?”

Ratchet glowered at him, turning his helm to look away before realizing his folly. He was now looking out into the crowded bar and by the Allspark, there was Orion across the way. The archivist’s back was towards them though as he chatted with the bartender, and—

“Who the frag is that?”

Jazz whistled as, on top of the one gigantic mech at Orion’s side that Ratchet was talking about, yet another mech sidled up to Orion’s other side and took a drink that Orion handed to him.

“Well, I can officially say you don’t gotta worry ‘bout your little secrets, because he’s hanging with folks who’re shadier than you ever were, Ratch.”

The first mech was enormous – a little over a helm taller than Orion and far broader with heavy looking silver armor. There was at least one large healing weld across their back that Ratchet could see from the distance. The other mech was shorter, but their build was still sturdy, certainly one built to withstand a fight. And when they turned their helm, their face was completely covered with a visor.

A visor that Ratchet would swear glinted, as if they had met optics.

Ratchet immediately looked away, turning to Jazz to find his friend still zeroed in on Orion and his companions.

“You know them?”

Jazz’s lips curled into a smirk.

“Like I said, I never forget a name or a face,” he replied. “You never did get into going to the Pits, did ya?”

Ratchet’s brows furrowed. “You mean gladiator fights? Course not. I see more than my fair share of spilt energon as it is, thank you very much. Why?”

“No reason,” Jazz lied before throwing his helm back and starting to chug his drink.

Ratchet watched him with narrowed optics before his high grade-addled processor put it together.

“No. No. There’s no way that those two are gladiators. What would Orion be doing with ruffians like that?”

With one last gulp, Jazz finished his drink and grinned at Ratchet.

“Like you’re one to talk. Now stop worrying,” Jazz insisted as he tipped the empty cube towards Ratchet, “and finish your drink.”

Ratchet’s drink was still at least half full, never mind the fact that he was beginning to suspect what Jazz had planned.

“Oh no. Don’t you dare,” Ratchet hissed, nudging Jazz’s shoulder with the servo holding his drink as he leaned in. “I have this under control without you forcing your way in as my wing-mech.”

“Gonna go back to your staring contest with the wall?” Jazz teased, his grin full of too many dentae when that was enough to have Ratchet’s face twist with flustered indignation. “Come on. Finish your drink and let me get the ball rolling.”

“I don’t need you to--!”

“If you don’t finish that drink,” Jazz warned as quicker than Ratchet could track, the cube was plucked from his digits, “then I’ll finish it for you. It’s up to you how much liquid courage you want in you once I’ve done my magic.”

Ratchet shot Jazz a look and his engine growled, but he still took the cube back and chugged it.

And then once it was empty it was in Jazz’s grasp again.

“I’ll just get us another round,” Jazz purred as he pushed off the wall. “Don’t miss me too much.”

And then he slipped into the crowd. Jazz had a nearly supernatural ability to find his way through the busiest of bars quickly, so it wasn’t long before he had found a place at the bar next to the mech with the visor. Whoever they were, they weren’t surprised to see Jazz. Or Ratchet didn’t think they were, but he couldn’t really tell because of said visor.

Orion though startled, and then—

And then he turned and looked in Ratchet’s direction.

Their gazes met and Ratchet would have sworn his spark stopped right then and there. Orion’s optics were bright and without a doubt focused on his, though he looked unsurprised to see Ratchet at least. In fact, Orion smiled, small and too sweet, and Ratchet had no idea how to react to that. Ratchet knew how to flirt with mecha like himself – mecha who drank too much and got into too many fights and wanted to just escape life for those brief hours spent on a dance floor before jumping right back in thrice as hard. If the mech even three stools over from Orion had caught his attention, it would have been easy to throw them a wink, to stroll over and drop a line.

The Party Ambulance knew how to flirt.

The medical student with a crush on an archivist he had once shared energon with while talking about archival organizational systems and favorite cities and plans for the next couple of years?

He had no fragging idea.

Before Ratchet could think about it, his servo lifted and gave a small wave.

A wave.

Jazz would never let him live that down.

Before Orion had an opportunity to react to that, the large grey mech beside him grabbed his attention, leaving Ratchet to just awkwardly stand by the wall while he watched the scene across the way. Something was being placed in Orion’s servos and Jazz leaned past the visored mech to say something to him.

Primus. Ratchet was regretting not being more forceful about keeping his drink because at least it would have given him something to do. Instead all he could do was fight the urge to squirm, wondering if it wouldn’t just be better to go over and face the embarrassment he had made of himself face-on.

But then Orion was turning, glancing up at the grey mech for one last exchange, and then he was making his way through the crowd.

Towards Ratchet.

Ratchet could only stand there in a mixture of trepidation and idiotic hope as he watched Orion’s progress. It certainly took him longer than it had Jazz who now seemed more than happy to lounge against the bar to chat with Orion’s companions, though his visor was no doubt hiding a gaze that was squarely on Ratchet.

And then there Orion was.

His smile was still small but sincere and each of his servos held a cube of high grade.

“Hello, Ratchet,” Orion greeted as he stepped closer, the volume of his voice just loud enough to be heard over the mild din of the bar. Still though, it didn’t sound strained or at all tinged by any of the awkwardness that Ratchet felt consumed by. Orion lifted one of the cubes in invitation. “Your friend told me you were in need of a drink.”

That slagger.

Ratchet grasped that kernel of irritation and held on tight to pull himself out of his fluster.

“Better not have let him convince you to buy it. Jazz is damned good at getting other mecha to pay for his drinks,” Ratchet replied as he took the cube. Somehow though that just made Orion’s lips curl more which in turn made Ratchet’s spark flutter.

“I’ll admit that I didn’t take much convincing.”

“Too easy,” Ratchet teased as he took a sip. It was a sweeter mix than he was used to – delicious for certain but lighter on engex content than Ratchet would let himself spend shanix on. “It’s good.” After a beat Ratchet quickly added, “Thank you.”

“Think nothing of it.”

Ratchet couldn’t hold Orion’s gaze for long, not when he had no idea what Jazz had told him or what to even do with himself. Ratchet was caught between acting friendly like he had when they had met and acting flirty like he would with any other mech he was attracted to, not sure which was the better option with a mech like Orion. So somehow Ratchet ended up just blurting out, “So, you come here often?”

If Jazz wasn’t quick about it, Ratchet was going to kill himself over that cliché line before Jazz ever got the chance.

Orion’s expression wavered, slightly frowning, and this one was definitely a record for how quickly Ratchet had fragged up—

“No, I must admit that I actually came specifically to see you.”

Ratchet’s optics widened as they snapped up to Orion’s face and he reset his audials.

“What?”

Orion was now the one to glance away, looking a bit abashed. “It was pure chance that I was in the medical section that day since I don’t work on the public side of the archives often so I was unsure that we would ever happen to cross paths again, and one of my friends has a particular talent for finding mecha so I—I asked him for a favor.”

Ratchet couldn’t help looking over at the two gladiators – how had this darling archivist found himself friends with mecha like that? – before returning to Orion, who was now looking down at him, concerned optics searching him for a reaction.

And that’s when it had really set in. Orion had wanted to see him again, and instead of simply hoping to cross paths, Orion had someone find Ratchet so they could make sure they met again. And on top of that, he was worried that Ratchet would react badly to that fact. However, Ratchet couldn’t help being impressed and, quite frankly, flattered. His sparkrate picked up and his face heated and oh was that glimmer of hope getting brighter.

“Well,” Ratchet said, tipping his cube towards Orion with an embarrassed chuckle, “you managed to find me despite my best efforts.”

“Did you not want to be found?” Optimus asked, concerned still, and it was cute. It could have been the high grade talking, but Ratchet was certain that the archivist couldn’t have looked any more adorable than with his brows knitted and his optics wide.

“More that I didn’t want to be found here,” Ratchet admitted with a shrug, pausing to take a gulp of his drink for strength. “Easier to keep up a more flattering image of myself at the archives than here.”

Optimus’s helm tilted slightly, but something like amusement flickered in his brilliant blue optics.

“And what image have I found here then?”

“Med student by day, party ambulance by night, and all around pain in the aft,” Ratchet recited, as he had a million times before at thousands of parties.

Orion’s chuckle, warm and barely audible over the noise of the bar, was by far the greatest reaction he had ever gotten, and Ratchet’s spark swelled.

“Is that what you think I see?” he asked, tone full of humor.

“If not yet, then give me a couple more drinks to prove my point,” Ratchet insisted, his lips curling at the corners as he felt himself relax. The almost familiar ease he had felt with Orion before was back again.

That or the high grade he had chugged was kicking in.

“I thought Jazz was the one looking for free drinks.” Orion was teasing him and Ratchet couldn’t help laughing aloud now.

“No, no! I didn’t mean—I can pay for my own drinks, thank you very much.”

Orion made his way closer, shifting to the side so Ratchet wasn’t trapped between him and the wall, and Ratchet thought to himself that he really wouldn’t have minded that so much. And Primus was that a thought he shouldn’t be having at the moment.

“Then I really don’t see what you have to worry about. I’ve yet to see any supposed ‘party ambulance’ or ‘pain in the aft’.”

Ratchet rolled his optics before replying, “Need I remind you that I was the deranged medical student who had you up until sunrise because I had papers to finish.”

“And I had a lovely time,” Orion replied easily.

“I also nearly punched out your coworker.”

“You’re not the first and you won’t be the last,” Orion insisted, shrugging ever so slightly in the face of Ratchet’s surprise. “He’s not a particularly likeable mech.”

“And you think I am?” Ratchet asked with a snort.

Orion immediately, without a second thought, nodded and said, “I do.”

Ratchet nearly choked on his high grade, wincing as he forced it down his intake correctly and tried to ignore how his whole frame burned.

“Well, that’s very flattering of you.”

A moment passed, and then another, and Ratchet was too flustered to think of anything to say, instead just focusing on his drink and trying desperately to come up with something—

“Ratchet?”

Ratchet’s optics flicked up to Orion’s face. The archivist was staring down at him, optics bright, focused. And he was leaning closer – not too close, nothing invasive but feeling all the more intimate for it.

“You should know that I wanted to find you because I think you’re beautiful and I would like to kiss you,” Orion said, quieter now that they were close, quieter but in that deep voice of his, and Ratchet’s spark pulsed hard at the blatant confession. He opened his mouth, feeling as if that deserved something in response, but Ratchet was wordless. Orion continued, “I know that usually mecha use more, ah, clever lines than that in situations like this, but none of the ones I found seemed to be about you or me. So if you would prefer, I can come up with something, but I wanted to say that first.”

It took rebooting his voicebox twice before Ratchet could stammer out, “No, that—that won’t be necessary, that was – that was good. I mean--” Ratchet grimaced, his face feeling as if it was melting off because this was ridiculous, he was making a complete glitch of himself.

But Orion didn’t stop smiling. If anything, he looked rather charmed.

“I hadn’t realized you were so shy,” Orion commented, teased really, and that was enough to finally snap Ratchet out of his reverie with a startled laugh.

“I’ve been accused to be many a terrible thing, Orion, but shy isn’t one of them,” Ratchet said as he waved his servo in dismissal of the idea.

“You could have fooled me,” Orion insisted, unmoved but clearly amused.

“Well, that’s--!” Ratchet paused, floundering for a moment as his chuckles trailed off, until finally he continued, “It’s a very recent development, I assure you.”

Orion’s optics cycled with interest.

“Oh? How recent?”

“Well,” Ratchet drawled, enchanted by the way Orion looked at him, as if he was somehow equally enchanted by the mess of a mech before him, “how long ago was that night at the café?”

That finally caught the archivist by surprise. Orion’s expression froze and his optics were nearly blindingly bright.

“Ratchet?”

“Yes?”

Orion’s digits were gentle under Ratchet’s chin as he leaned down closer.

“May I kiss you?”

“Please.”

Orion leaned down further, closing the distance as his free servo found a place on Ratchet’s waist, and Ratchet eagerly reached up to pull him in faster.

Until the splash of his forgotten drink across his digits and down Orion’s back startled him and Ratchet could feel humiliation shoot across his lines lightning fast as he yanked his servo back and tried to pull away.

“Frag, I’m sorry --!”

”It’s alright,” Orion laughed, keeping Ratchet close as he plucked the now empty cube from Ratchet’s servo and placed it on a table next to them where his own drink was. Ratchet couldn’t remember when the archivist had abandoned the drink, couldn’t really think past the embarrassment that he had just dumped a drink on Orion, and now of all times--!

And then Orion was pulling him back in and kissing him.

Orion’s lips were sweet with lingering high grade and impossibly soft, and Ratchet quickly lost himself in the feeling of them as he clung to the archivist, kissing back with fervor. Warm servos cupping his cheek and pressing against his lower back, a clever glossa meeting his own eagerly, and the gentle rumbling of Orion’s engine when Ratchet nipped and sucked on his upper lip – it all left Ratchet feeling heady with affection and lust.

Ratchet couldn’t help a muffled groan as Orion retaliated by capturing his bottom lip between his dentae.

“Orion?”

The archivist hummed in question as he kissed the corner of Ratchet’s lips, giving him room to speak, and Ratchet’s spark throbbed.

“You can’t let me go home with you,” Ratchet insisted, aware that the effect was ruined by how breathless he sounded and how his digits pulled at Orion, “no matter what I say later.”

“That’s rather presumptuous of you,” Orion commented, voice full of amusement and somehow deeper than before. Ratchet shuddered slightly and moved his helm so their mouths brushed again, stealing a quick, wet kiss.

“That’s just how things usually go when I’m overcharged and kissing someone at a bar,” Ratchet said as he nuzzled his way under Orion’s chin to drag his glossa up a prominent fuel line before sucking on it. Orion’s engine gave a subtle rev at that and his servo behind Ratchet’s helm stroked encouragingly. “But I like you too much to ruin this with a one-night stand.”

Orion moved then, swooping down to kiss his way into Ratchet’s mouth, long and deeply enough that by the time he pulled away, Ratchet panted against his lips since his overworked cooling fans found little relief in the crowded bar.

“You can’t ruin this.”

Ratchet snorted and replied, “Is that a challenge?”

“More like reassurance,” Orion replied as he trailed his soft, damp lips along Ratchet’s check towards his audials. “Though I can promise you we won’t interface tonight.”

Orion’s mouth was hot around Ratchet’s audial finial and he gasped aloud as his frame arched up against Orion’s.

“You sure? At the rate you’re going, I could be convinced.”

“Which is why we won’t.” Orion drew back until their gazes met, his expression serious as he said, “Not while you’re overcharged.”

And that—

That was new.

Ratchet’s spark ached with emotion strong enough that he dared not name it.

“That’s very considerate of you,” Ratchet managed, aware of how ridiculous that sounded when they were entangled together, spilt high grade growing sticky on Orion’s back and Ratchet’s lips nearly feeling bruised from their fevered kissing. “And that only makes me like you more, so now that we’re agreed about what we won’t do tonight, can we return to what we are doing?”

The serious expression eased into a warm smile as Orion leaned in, but only enough to press their forehelms together. “At this rate, we’ll never get back to our friends.”

“Frag ‘em. This is what they wanted anyway, isn’t it?”

“A fair point, Ratchet.” Orion pressed a slow kiss to Ratchet’s lips. “But we’ll have to face their gloating eventually.”

Ratchet frowned and somehow that just earned him another, albeit chaste, kiss.

“Fine. But you owe me at least one more session like this before the end of the night,” Ratchet demanded, finally removing one of his servos from Orion’s frame to point at him, “and your commlink.”

Orion huffed a soft laugh as he nodded.

“Perhaps even plans for an actual date?”

Ratchet rolled his optics as he stepped back, though he reached to grab Orion by the wrist.

“Obviously. Now come on. Let’s get you cleaned up and then we’ll find where those slaggers got off to. Your big frag-off friend can’t be hard to find in here.”

“Of course.”

Orion’s whole face was lit up with tenderness and quiet joy, and Ratchet swore his processor hiccupped.

Ratchet had been so wrong before, because this. This mech, this face, looking at him with such adoration, was the most adorable thing he had ever seen.

“By the Allspark,” Ratchet murmured. “You really do think I’m likeable.”

And Orion laughed, bright and rumbling.

“Exceedingly so, Ratchet.”

Within seconds, Ratchet had Orion back against the wall and was savoring the sensation of laughter against his lips.

Jazz could wait another five minutes before getting Ratchet’s begrudging gratitude.

#fanfiction #tfp #I hope to write more with Jazz in the future because boy is he a fun character #also characterization is hard when you're writing them young and pre-war and also a little drunk

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Marauders Era Headcannons

Ok so no one asked but these are mine. It’s really long, so sorry about that. A lot are based on inspo I’ve seen on Tumblr, tweaked to my liking, which is probably wrong but I just have all these feelings that I’ve gotta get out so here goes. If you see an idea that’s originally yours/you know who’s it is, please message me and I’ll credit your genius.

Peter

Shortest marauder. like hella short.

He wasn’t visibly muscled bc he liked food so damn much, but he wasn’t a creampuff either

preferred coffee over tea, and was the person who introduced coffee to Marlene

Funniest marauder. Could spin a tale/tell jokes like no one’s business.

Towhead, tanned up nicely, brown eyes

was actually very particular about how his hair was combed/parted, but didn’t fuss about it openly *cough cough Sirius*

just didn’t get the hype behind Quidditch. sure, he liked it, but he couldn’t imagine letting a sport take over your life like James always did and even Sirius did during season

was actually hella perceptive and good at figuring things out about other people

like for real I think he was the first one to notice a lot; Remus’ condition, Sirius’ abusive home situation, when Lily’s feelings for James started to change, how James himself started to change

Was also the swiftest/sneakiest of all the marauders (rat!) and collected all of their intel

didn’t much care about school, and wanted to open a cafe in Diagon Alley after school

Had something of a talent for Divinations. Like, wasn’t a seer or anything, but he understood the theory and appreciated the art

fell in love with Marlene McKinnon in their 6th year, and her death in the first wizarding war (Mentioned in Lily’s letter to Sirius) is what pushed him over the edge and away from the Order. he was already struggling before then, but she grounded him and gave him something to fight for, and without her he just couldn’t handle anything. grew angry, bitter, resentful, flipped on the order and tore apart his friends. yuck.

Remus

V tall. Tallest Marauder. Tallest student. certified tallboy.

Tea and chocolate and jumpers

smoker, but only right before and right after the full moon. it helps him cope

only swears when he’s well and truly angry

Brown hair with hints of copper that grows into a kind of mop. He manages it, somehow, even though it’s way out of style, and it just works

pale, brown eyes with gold in them

Messy to a fault, but somehow always has what he needs in the moment

LOVES quidditch, and attends every match especially because Sirius is a beater and damn just look at his arms

is the strategic brains behind the marauders operation. as much of a strategist as Ron is, Remus was too, and he was very good at planning things, especially things like breaking into filches office or putting potions in the Slytherin’s morning pumpkin juice that makes them all turn red and roar spontaneously

Always studied, because if he didn’t put in the work he wouldn’t pull good grades

Forms a very close relationship with Lily in their 5th year when they’re both prefect

realized he was bi (and totally in love with Sirius) in his 4th year

Refuses to come out to his parents because they already have a broken son, and he didn’t want to expand on those feelings

tutors kids for chocolate bars or spare change whenever he has the time

was terrified of being made head boy, because he just knew he couldn’t handle it, and was relieved when it was James (bc he just knew Lily was a shoe-in for Head Girl)

Is the first person Lily actually admits her confused feelings about James to

Sirius

Second-shortest Marauder (much to his chagrin)

has excellent posture as a result (because if he slouches he’s the same height as Peter)

Long black hair, grey eyes, regal/sharp features.

has a leather jacket that he picked up at a muggle consignment store when he was 14. it’s worn & covered in patches, and when his mother finds it in his closet his father uses the cruciatus on him

speaks excellent french. a side effect of Toujours Pur

Always paints his nails black or grey. When they chip, he paints over them, so it’s just layers and layers of paint

Starts to grow his hair out in the summer before his third year. Keeps it roughly shoulder length, and trims it himself after he had Emily Tefty teach him how

Incidentally, the summer before third year is when he stopped believing he could ever make amends with his parents. The only reason he went home after that was for Reg

Wants to live in London and work in a muggle garage

Is very smart, but doesn’t try. can ace every test though

is particularly gifted at CoMC

Smokes way more than he should

gets his first tattoo (a lion, what else) in Knockturn alley when he was 15. it paces and roars depending on his mood, and is on his ribcage, protecting his heart because he’s so afraid that one day he wont be able to protect his heart from his parents ideology

realized he was Gay (and in love with Remus) in the start of their 5th year

was so terrified of that fact that he went on a year-long dating extravaganza, in which he dated and snogged every girl he could get to agree to go out with him (which was, of course, almost all of them) in an attempt to find someone he liked better than Remus. It failed.

Ran away from home for good after a particularly brutal beating between 5th and 6th year

cried for days when he heard about Reg getting marked

hates Snape because snape doesn’t have the shackles of a pureblood fundamentalist family, but actively seeks that lifestyle, while he would give anything to be free of it

James

Gets up every morning and goes for a run around the grounds, no matter how cold it is

eats healthy, but he’s a growing boy so a second helping of pudding isn’t going to kill him

Lives, breathes, eats, and sleeps quidditch. Wants to be a professional player someday and probably could have

half-hindu, so dark complexion, dark eyes and dark hair

keeps said hair wildly messy in a lighthearted rebellion against his family

has a massive soft spot for the house elves, and sneaks into the kitchen more often to visit with them than he does to get remus and himself a cuppa

is the literal life of the party

Has loved Lily since 2nd year

doesn’t understand why she doesn’t like him for a long time, but eventually he gets it

is naturally smart/gifted, and doesn’t understand why Remus has to study all the time

Disliked Severus for a multitude of reasons; his closeness with Lily, his inclination towards the Pureblood agenda, the fact that he was a Slytherin and was proud of it. This made him an easy bullying target for James, but he only started to truly hate Severus after the mudblood incident

is very careful with his belongings

Dated a cute Ravenclaw for the first 6 months of his 6th year, but eventually broke it off because Lily was single again because they just didn’t have that spark

Was terrified when he was made head boy, just like he was terrified when he was made Quidditch captain the year before

Is literal Mr. Oblivious. Doesn’t realize the wolfstar situation, doesn’t realize that what he says has an impact on people, doesn't realize how many girls are interested in him, doesn’t realize that not everyone is as smart as he is, doesn’t realize when Lily’s feelings change.

literally peter has to spell out the wolfstar thing to him

Is terrified of the mermaids in the Black Lake

Lily

the most feminist feminist who ever feministed

Kept a muggle record player from her father that Remus helped her charm to work in Hogwarts during 4th year

Was definitely very close to being in love with Severus before the mudblood incident. He was her first kiss

she and Severus both made up their own spells, and correct their potions books with better instructions. Muffiato was her creation

Smart, but studies very hard nonetheless, Bc in the back of her mind she was terrified that someone someday will take away her wand

Actual queen of sarcasm

knitted in her spare time (the muggle way)

Long (like, can tuck it in her waistband) red hair, creamy skin (burns like a lobster in direct sunlight)

Cuts her hair after the mudblood incident because Severus always loved to play with it

this is 100% someone else’s idea, but i cant for the life of me find the post. If it’s your’s, or you know who’s it is, PLEASE message me and let me know and I’ll give them all the credit

Ends up with a bob and scraggily bangs. Keeps it for a month, then magically grows it back out until it’s below her shoulder blades. Keeps the bangs, because she likes them

Figures out Remus’ secret after 3 months of prefect duty in 5th year. Tells him, just to make sure he doesn’t feel like he has to lie or hide from her.

can banter back and forth with Peter so well that they leave the others in stitches every time

Loved her parents, but never had much of a relationship with her mother

Officially gave up on trying with Petunia in the summer before 4th year, when she threw a scarf Lily had knitted her for her birthday in the bin immediately upon opening it, because she was convinced Lily had knitted it with magic

fell in love with James somewhere in the middle of 6th year, and was terrified of it, because they had managed a truce/friendship and she was so afraid to mess that up

legitimately doesn't believe she’s good enough to be Head Girl

Fierce protector of all the muggleborn students

Retreated into a shell of a person early in 6th year when her dad died of cancer. the marauders and Marlene took 2 months to try and get back to being herself

Dated Amos Diggory for the first 3 months of 6th year, but ultimately broke it off because of James because they just didn’t have that feeling

when Severus started sending her letters threatening to harm himself if she wouldn’t talk to him, she stopped opening them, and reported him to Slughorn as a suicide risk

Wanted to become a healer and totally could have

Marlene

Best friends with Lily since the first night of first year

Sucker for a funny guy

Talented artist, terrible in all of her courses (she only passes because of Lily)

dyslexic as hell

hated tea with a passion, but fell in love with coffee after Peter introduced it to her during their 2nd year

now she buys it from columbia (that and art supplies are the only things she shamelessly splurges/spends her family’s vast wealth on)

Is a pureblood, but her whole family rejects the doctrines, and she’s very proud of that. Especially after seeing what its like for Sirius to fight his family.

wants to become a wizard tattoo artist and totally could have

has a floral 1/2 sleeve she designed herself

short stature, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes

does commission work for students and faculty

By 7th year, starts giving illegal frowned upon tattoos to students in her dorm (but only those of age). Lily turns a blind eye to this because she knows Marlene is clean and safe and damn good at what she does, and she feels the need to support her best friend’s dreams

Started to fall for Peter in 6th year, because he made her laugh

See’s the good in (almost) everyone

original queen of the bat bogey hex

Went on one date with Sirius to Hogsmede in their 5th year, during which they talked about tattoos and neither of them felt anything other than friendship

Keeps lots and lots of plants in her room (if she was ever good at any class, it was herbology. She just couldn’t take the tests/do the readings/write the essays)

had multiple piercings all the way up her ears

once hexed Lucius Malfoy’s hair off of his head for sneering at her for spending time with non-purebloods

served almost as many detentions (almost) as the marauders

commentated quidditch matches

Severus

Loved Lily since they were 9 and he saw her first do magic on the playground

He had pretty regal features, if he would just get his hair out of his face

he wasn’t really greasy, thats just something the marauders called him

Dark eyes, light complexion, long, straight, black hair

Was a very talented student, but really only cared about defense and potions

secretly hated the slug club and all it stood for, but was a member because he saw the value of networking

loved pepper imps, and would buy them whenever he had any extra money

was very good at budgeting

Had an abusive father who used to beat him, until one day when Severus was 7 and his father was chasing him with a belt. He made the china cabinet unscrew from the wall and crash down on his father

Refuses to let his mother buy him new clothes until he desperately needs them, because he knows how expensive they are and can’t stand the thought of her going without because of him

Hates James from the moment he shows any interest in Lily

See’s Lily as a possession to be hoarded

Refuses to acknowledge that his love for her conflicts with his pure blood agenda

legitimately believes he can have both, even if that means hiding her away. He even draws up plans of how he would accomplish this

Loves to play with her hair

Wrote Lily letters following the incident in which he threatened to harm himself if she wouldn’t talk to him. She never did, and neither did he.

Figured out Remus’ secret in 5th year after Sirius gave him a huge hint, and was basically forced to make an unbreakable vow with Dumbledore that he would never tell anyone

#headcannons #jily #marauders #sirius #sirius black #wolfstar #remus #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #james #james potter #marlene mckinnon #Lily #Lily evans #Severus snape #snape #mine

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