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TikTok Tease | Tom Cruise 18+

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Summary : You did a tiktok video in front of Tom and teased him with it.

a/n : saw something on tiktok and just can't stop to think about this. here's the link . Also i tried smtg different, this is on reader's POV.

Pairing : Tom Cruise x Fem¡reader

Wc: 2k ish

Warning : smut. do not enter if you're minor

I saw this video and I'm itching to do it to Tom. He's upstairs right now in his office having his last phone call meeting for the day. Meanwhile I'm just down here in the kitchen preparing for our dinner while i jammed to A Gangester's Wife by Ms Krazie.

"Darling?" his voice shoots in between the upbeat tune.

Looking up, Tom's walking down the stairs. Donning a casual navy polo shirt and a pair of jeans, he looks just as ravishing as he always is.

"Hi babe, dinner's almost ready.." i smile to him as he walks closer and joins me in the kitchen. "Everything okay with the call?" I ask.

"Yeah..." he nods with a smile. "It went well. We still have to call the studio and ask for the greenlight, but yeah, everything sorted out one by one— is that my favorite pesto?" He leans to the stove and takes a look at the food that I'm cooking. Tom takes an inhale deeply at the smoking food on the stove. "Ahh.. smells amazing," he grins.

I chuckle, "Two more minutes, and I'll be done,"

"Okay.." Tom sits down on one of the stool right in front of me. He he stares at me with glimmering eyes, kid-like kind of stares. He props his chin with both hands. His big smile never leaves as his eyes glued on me.

"What are you a five year old?" I laugh and shake my head.

Tom chuckles. His eyes dart down to see what I'm wearing. Suddenly, those cheeky grins turn into a dirty smirk as he furrows his brows. His glimmering eyes turn darker.

"Is that a new apron?" Tom cocks an eyebrow.

Looking down at the blue stripy apron on my body, i remember i just ordered this a couple of weeks ago since i get bored with the other basic black apron. Blue is Tom's favorite color, i thought it would be appropriate to buy it in this color. Seems like he likes it.

"Uh-huh." i nod.

"Hmm," Tom squints his eyes and smirks. "Looks good on you, darling," his voice suddenly changes, drops an octave deeper.

"Is that so?" I tease him with a slight head titl as i turn off the stove. I lick the spilled pesto on my finger while i look up to his eyes with that sireny-spelled gaze.

Tom chuckles, he shakes his head, "Baby.. no! I'm hungry. We're gonna just eat this delicious dinner you made." His smile is wide despite the stern in his voice.

"Okay!" You laugh, "What else are we gonna do– it's done. Stop gawking at me and help me plate,"

Tom laughs, "Gawking at you?" He repeats as he stands up and turns around the island. Tom captures me, his hands around my waist, and he pulls me closer to him. "How am i gawking at you, huh?" he tickles me.

I giggle and try to stop his attacking tickles. "Tom! Tom, stop!" I laugh and try to hold down his tickling fingers. Tom grabs me and pulls me to his chest. He places a deep kiss on my temple.

"Go on, help me plate, please," you ask nicely. He finally lets go of me and takes some plates from the cabinet.

Remembering i have a bright idea of how to tease him (again). I set my phone against the oil bottle. He doesn't even see me setting up my phone. Tom just focuses on scooping the pesto pasta to our serving plate. I take off the apron i wore and undo my messy bun.

Then i just pressed the record button.

The song plays, and he noticed I'm recording. He stops, and he looks up at my phone screen.

Daddy let me know that I'm the only girl. The only man that i need in this gangster world.

I mouth along the lyrics as it plays. Tease him a little by leaning down a little bit too seductively cause i was feeling the song. His mouth drops open. His eyes widen in a surprise to find my little tease. I can't help to get out of character and laugh at his shocked, stalled-breath expression. Tom's blushing, and he's absolutely stunned. Tom laughs and quickly hoists me off the screen.

"Darling!!" He laughs, Tom picks me up like my bodyweight is nothing, setting me to sit on top of the granite top island.

Hooked in. Nailed it. Just the right thing to do to turn him on.

I just can't stop laughing. Tom keeps giggling, and his face turns even a brighter shade of red. His eyes flickers lightly. "Did you call me daddy, love?" Tom asks.

"Hmm... Maybe.." i shrug my shoulders.

He shakes his head, he's smile never seems this wide. The earlier tiredness on his face seems to be gone. "You little minx," he whispers as he pulls my chin and kisses my lips.

"Say it again," he demands.

Chuckling, I shake my head.

"Darling... say it again," his voice is low, and sexily hoarse. The way his demeanor shifted as he commanded me, it struck a tingling heat inside of me straight to my toes.

"Daddy." I whisper.

"Mmmhmm.." Tom grins, showing his satisfaction from hearing me say the new nickname. "How did the song go again?" He asks. His nails are clawing on my thighs. He knows i like it when he does this. I muffled a whimper, my head rolling, and falling back. "Tommy..." i murmur.

Tom uses the advantage to place a kiss on my neck. He grips my hips and pulls me closer to him. He gradually picks up his pace, erotically sucks and nibs my sweet spot, earning me to moan lightly into his ears. "Tom..." i whimper, my fingers gripping the collar of his shirt.

I feel warmth tingling inside of me. Excitement rushing in my veins. I feel myself pooling under there.

His heated kiss moves down to my collar bone as his hands never stop to explore my body. He cups my tits. Kneading them and his finger circling my erected nipples.

"I thought you said you were hungry?"

He lifts his face off my breast and looks back to me. He gives me a wild smirk. "I am. Starving right now."

His hand slips underneath my tanktop, shifting it up to reveal my naked breast underneath. He passionately kneading one in his hand while he's busy sucking roughly the other. I moan, fingers running through his soft brunette strands, the feeling of his warmth slick tongue on my nipple starts to bring tingling pleasure throughout my body.

Opening my eyes, i look back straight to his eyes. His eyes darken with lust. He looks amazingly intoxicating. Sometimes, it still hasn't kicks in that i have him for real. That I have the sexiest bachelor of Hollywood all for myself.

I pull him by his shirt and kiss him again. Tongue hungrily meeting his. I desperately pull him even closer to me. His fingers tucks on the waistband of my shorts. He takes my shorts off and toss it onto the floor. Spreading my legs apart widely, Tom chuckles at my submissive display.

Tom shakes his head and takes a step back. "I ask you something, darling. I won't continue if you're not going to answer me." He cocks an eyebrow.

"Wha... Tom!" I exclaim in disbelief. "Kiss me," i mewl. I try to pull him closer to me again, but Tom laughs. He grips my hand and holds it down. "Try me, darling," he challenged me to disobey him. He meant what he said he wouldn't continue till he heard what he wanted to hear. Such a dominant of him.

"What? What do you want?" I chuckle.

"Remind me how the song goes again?"

"Daddy, let me know—" i start to sing the lyrics. A wild smile appears on his face.

"Good girl," he cooes, then he squats down, face to my needing core.

"Ohh--" i moan as i feel his tongue flicking on my clit. "Tom," i purr. He sucks me passionately. His eyes look up to mine. He notices i stopped singing and enjoying the sensation of his oral expertise.

"Finish the song," he commands and eats me roughly again.

"Oh.. fuck—" i moan.

My breath starts to ragging. Feels like my voice is stuck in my throat. I feel the ecstasy starts to forming inside of me, needing for it to be released. My mind buzzing from the pleasure. I buck my head back, fingers tucking on his hair. "Ngh.. Ah! Tommhh," I helplessly moan.

"Sing." Tom tells, and sucks me again.

"D-daddy... let me know that—  oOH!" I lost it again when i feel his fingers entering me. He pumps his fingers in and out of my cunt, coaxing me closer to the edge of spilling all over for him.

Climbing, climbing, pleasure keeps adding: He curls his fingers and make that deadly beckoning movement. He knows my body front and back. He knows exactly how to get me easily falling apart.

"F-fuckk! Yes! Right there!!" I moan, and moan, and moan.

All of a sudden, once I'm nearly gonna cum, Tom stops.

The feeling of unfinished pleasure makes my mind buzz. I whimper and squirm uncomfortably. How cruel is he. "Wha— why'd you stop?" I look down to him.

Tom shoots me an innocent look, he slightly shrugs his shoulders as he brings his coated fingers to his mouth. "You stop singing." He licks his finger clean.

I can't believe this man sometimes. "Oh my God— Tommy!"

Tom can only laugh at me. "That's not my name!" He titls his head to the side.

"Right—" I climb off the island and push him back till his back crashes the other counter. I roughly kiss him, hands circling to the back of his neck, i desperately kiss him.

"Daddy." I say in between the sloppy kisses. Tom smirks against my lips, hearing that nickname. Guess i manage to pull a new kink outta him.

"Daddy, let me know that I'm the only girl."  I whisper to his ear as i place a wet kisses on his neck. "The only man–" i nibs on his neck. "The only fucking man," my hand explores his toned abs, i pull the polo shirt over his head, toss it down to meet my shorts on the floor.

I look up to his eyes. "You're the one that i need in this gangster world, daddy,"

Tom chuckles darkly. He cups my face and pulls me closer to him again. "That's right, I'm the only one," he cooes. He then continues to hungrily kiss me again. His kisses move to my neck, quickly finding my sweet spot, and erotically he nibs it, leaving his mark of ownership on me. I can feel his buldge pressing against me.

"Ouhh, daddy please..." i murmur, practically begging him

"Please? Please what, darling?" He cocks his eyebrows. The excitement is way too apparent in his tone and gaze.

"Let me have you,"

Tom chuckles darkly. "Have me?" He shakes his head, "Oh, I'm having my way with you tonight, darling," He throws me over his shoulder like my bodyweight is a feather. A playful slap lands to my cheek as he brings me to the couch and both of us falling onto the fluffy couch. Tom unbutton his jeans. He doesn't bother to take the whole thing off but just enough to free his cock. He aligns himself to my entrance. His tips rubbing against my opening. Tom instantly bottoms up, his cock fully enters me, stretching me to the brim. I yelp and squeal to his chest.

"You're gonna beg for me to let you cum," he darkly whisper into my ear. Tom starts to fuck me in a relentless pace.

I moan.... hard. My brain rattling with the immense amount of pleasure he's giving me. Tom looks down at me with intense, lustful eyes. His cock went deep inside of me as he have me folded in half with my knees to my chest.

My head falls back, eyeing the ceiling, my vision of the light blurs. "Ohh... god–" my eyes rolls to the back of my head.

"Nonono, eyes on me!" Tom pulls my neck back straight for me to face him again. "Oh you feel so fucking good," he moans. His eyebrows knitting together but his eyes still darkly looks down at me.

My nails dig on his shoulder. Tom leans closer, rest his forehead against mine, eyes still locked on mine. He fucks me so hard that I'm sure I'd be sore tomorrow. But it feels too good that it'll be so wrong to tell him to slow down. And I'm too overtaken by the pleasure. Too drunk with the taste of him.

"F-fuck— Tom!" I moan and panting hard.

"Yeah? Yeah, you wanted this? You think you deserve to cum after you tease daddy like a little slut, huh, darling?"

I can only helplessly nod.

"Tom... don't stop... p-please!" i beg feeling myself getting closer to cum.

"Not stopping, darling... You feel so good, all nice and tight for daddy,"

"O-oh! Tom let me cum please... please!" I cry out begging to him. He just smirks at me, dark lustful eyes looking down at me and still he's fucking me hard.

"Daddy please.. daddy let me cum!" I beg. My walls throbbing around him. I feel fire burning inside of me. My fingers gripping onto the couch hard.

"No! Wait!" He pants.

"S-sshhiit, Tom!" I squirm all over the place, trying my best to hold it.

"Wait baby! Cum with me," Tom leans closer holding me tightly. His forehead resting against mine. His panting breath meeting mine. I cry, couldn't bear the overflowing pleasure needing for the snap to occur.

I can feel his cock throbbing inside of me. He's close. He's holding onto me hard. His thrust starting to get sloppy. And just like that i lose it. The moment i feel him throbbing inside of me i can't help to hold it anymore.

I breathlessly scream daddy over and over again, moaning hard as i make a mess and squirm all over him. The sight of me falling apart got Tom spilling too. "Akhhh! FuUCk! Darling!" Tom groans. He remain freezes as he stills himself empty inside of me.

For a moment, he takes a breather and just rest of top of me. What's better than sex with him is what happened after the sex with him. It's like our soul intertwined, and i just feel a deep connection with him. Tom rolls me over so I'm on top of him, his arms instinctively hugs around me. He kiss me deeply. Still with a messy breath, he look deeply into my eyes with that shimmering after sex glow.

"You okay?" He softly asks.

Still panting i just can smile and nod. Tom kiss me deeply again. "I love you," he whispers softly.

I smile and kiss his cheek. "I love you too, daddy,"

Tom laughs and kisses me deeply again.

[popcornforone]

I’ll Make An Exception

A Frankie (Catfish) Morales Fic

Day 20 of Pedrotober

Masterlist

Ooooh so you all liked soft Frankie reading Fink did you (im publishing this now I’m home from my second viewing of The Wild Robot in 48hs) well today you get a bit more of the menace that we all fantasise about. God he’s talented.

Synopsis:- it’s the morning after you met a hot stranger at the bar.

Word count:-1100

Warnings over & above:- most of this is done by messages to each other, masturbation,naughty photos suggesting activities, sexual tension, swearing, alcohol, hook up friends with benefits.

Thanks for giving this a read my loves. As always please thank @alyssamariag & @norththelemon for setting this up.

Had the night before been a blur, or did it happen? You weren’t sure. You knew you were overly tired on this Sunday morning. Not actual hangover that made you dash to the bathroom to be sick but you did have a small headache. Past you knew this would be the case for Louisa birthday & you had a bottle of water & some painkillers by the bed, past you knew future you would need them. You’d also clearly had not been that tipsy as you had got home, locked the house up, taken your make up off & changed into your sleep shirt. That blue & white stripy one. Yet as you laid there thinking about if you should get brunch, you also felt happy. Like something had happened the night before.

That’s when your 11:30 emergency alarm went off. You knew you didn’t want to sleep in & not get any sleep before work on Monday on Sunday night. You’d learnt from past mistakes. As your hand reached to turn it off it stopped. This made you sit up in bed & reach for the phone.

Unknown number

1 message

You swiped & clicked & your eyes widened.

Morning beautiful, hope you got in okay last night 😘

It floods back. The handsome man at the bar. The one with the dirty cap that looked older than him. The stray locks & curls trying to escape it. Big brown eyes. Soft large hands. A grey shirt & jeans which well showed him off in all his glory.

You lie in bed & smile. Your friends know you often don’t like guys to flirt with you at bars, but you signaled to them that this one was fine. He had started out nervous, but from your memory you remember a gently kiss on the back of your hand, you kissing his beard patch, & vaguely remember grabbing his phone to put his number in, before your girls dragged you to the next bar for their happy hour. Your eyes lingering on him for as long as you could. Your blushing right now thinking about him, when the next message pings through.

If you don’t remember me that’s fine, but I just want to check your okay.

You smile & reply to him.

Morning, I’m alive not hungover how are you… frankie?

Your being honest when you ask that, something in the back of you mind just clicked that this was his name.

Ahhh I’m so glad you’re alright, & yes I am Frankie… how many guys did you give your number to last night? You know he’s starting off soft but you can tell from the messages & how you body feels as you think of him, that he could be the right kind of trouble for you.

Just the one, he was kinda cute & shy, I liked him. You can’t see frankie blush as he reads that message.

Lucky him, so I didn’t scare you off?

No 2 for 1 cocktails are clearly more important to my friends than my dating life

Which is?

Until last night none exisitant

& now?

Possible

So you think I’m a good dancing partner?

Whoever said we’d go dancing?

I mean in bed?

You almost choke on your bottle of water at his reply, he’s being forward now he’s realised you’re up for it. It’s not usually what you go for but you are enjoying this. Your arousal growing, tempted to get out your vibrator as you message this handsome stranger from the night before.

Well that all depends, I like whoever I bed to take me on a date first

Ooooh so dinner before desert

Yes

Hmmmm & what would I wake up to each morning if I decided to peruse this. You then quickly snap a selfie not caring how bad your hair is & send it to him so he can see you sleeping in the sleep shirt. Frankie has to palm his cock instantly once he receives the photos.

Any panties under that?

Yes, a small red thong

Damn it baby

& you frankie? What does a smoking hot pilot wear to bed. Your turn to receive a topless selfie, you lick your lips looking at his good body, his chest you want to bury your head in as you bounce up & down on his cock moaning his name as he grabs your arse & he tells you to be a good girl. Your own hand goes to your clit.

Hmmm nice view

I think mine would be better. You then do the ultimate power move & take your thong off & send him a photo of it on the bedroom floor.

Well I’m sure that’s a view you’d like to see.

You fucking tease

You started it

Did not

Did too 🤪

You go back & forth with this. Your pace picking up. He’s asked you if you like someone in control, if you shut your eyes when you cum. The friction unbearable & you moan in a voice note going fuck yes. You have know I dear that this send him over the edge too. Frankie cums all over his hand. A waste he says to himself. After all the self pleasure he then send you one final message.

What if you turned your location on right now to your phone? What would happen?

I dunno come round & find out. You turn on your location & then hear nothing at all for 15mins. You lie there damp & ready to be ravaged by a man who you know nothing about other than he likes to pull a girls hair as she sits as his reverse cow girl.

Then the door bell goes off & you walk downstairs to open it. There in the midday sun stand frankie, he’d clearly thrown on what was near him, long shorts with paint stains on them a grey tshirt & that cap. you stand there still in just your night shirt & look at him.

“Hello handsome”

“Hi does this count as a date?” He asks as he clicks his keys to make sure his truck is locked & you can see his other hand is over his manhood trying to not cum at the state of you in a bed shirt that just about covers your bum.

“No but for you sexy”You wink & grab his hand”I’ll make an exception”

You drag him into your house & lock the door & he pushes you up against it. Clothes fly off everywhere as what was going to be your lazy Sundays for recovery becomes one of the most passionate afternoons of love making in your life.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Most memorable items of clothing in bl series in 2023

In order of their airing/me watching them:

I'm thankful I've gotten into the habit of noting which shows I watch and when otherwise I wouldn’t be able to remember. As it is, first on my list is Bed Friend, which kind of sets the tone for this post since it features the best and the worst outfit choices for Uea. The waffle robes and cat ears vs the fake sleeves shirt.

Next is a quick shout out to Por in My School President, since the show started in 2022 but did finish in 2023, and basically all of his outfits. The man is a style icon. But this stripy polo shirt takes the biscuit for me. I need to have it.

On to Moonlight Chicken and this one is a combined effort between Heart and Li Ming. @telomeke prompted me to write a little about it, but essentially the two shirts together are saying 'you're my other half'. Urthe / Tomato sauce.

The Gloves! Need I say more? (Alright, for those of you who don't know - how could you not?! - they're from Chains of Heart).

And now not strictly an item of clothing but an accessory, the most straight ankle bracelet you'll ever see in a thai series. Totally platonic, not gay AT ALL. In Midnight Museum.

In July the different Thai production companies took stock of three versions of the same stripy linin shirt – the cream long-sleeved, the brown short-sleeved, and the charcoal short-sleeved - and proceeded to clad every actor they could in one of them within a three and a half month period (six shows*, eight different characters). We had couple-shirts with both Kawi and Pisaeng and Mew and Top wearing them, and Namneua in Wedding Plan wore all three. (*Step by Step, Be My Favourite, Hidden Agenda, Wedding Plan, Love in Translation, and Only Friends).

Staying in July for a while, and speaking of weddings, Kawi rocked on up to Pearmai and Not's wedding in Be My Favourite in this brown houndstooth shirt and black pants outfit - an almost exact replica of Ray's outfit in the original pilot trailer for Only Friends. I waited with baited breath to see if Ray would still wear the outfit in the actual series...and he did! Not only that, I then realised Uea had already worn it in Bed Friend earlier in the year.

In a surprising turn of events, Be My Favourite – and Krist – turned out to actually be Quite Good. Perhaps distracted by Krist's puppy eyes, we weren't entirely ready for the first appearance of the Dudes shirt – itself a wonderful comment on the narrative since Kawi was figuring out his feelings for Pisaeng – but it was a delight to see it again on Nick in Only Friends, and offering a different narrative comment.

This next one may only be notable for me, but when I was doing my dedicated scan through of oh so many shows to collect items for the communal wardrobe, I noticed this sand and grey sweater amongst the many other items of shared clothing which appeared in The Warp Effect and then very briefly on Pisaeng in Be My Favourite. Not long after, the trailer for Last Twilight dropped and I spotted it again immediately. I've also since noticed it in a speed scan of The Shipper. Not only do I think it's a pretty neat sweater, but I loved the effect it gave in Last Twilight, which I wrote about at the end of this post.

This is getting long but I'm going to keep going (this might be the only 2023 wrap up I do so I'ma make it count).

If you've been following me for a while (or since the BBS days), you’ll know how rabid I go when I see a pair of the yellow-soled Mustard brand shoes in a show. The most recent being in Hidden Agenda worn by Zo…but they're not the ones on this list. Oh no, it's Joke's blue-soled shoes which made me sit up and scream this time...meaning even their shoes were colour-coded in this show. Oh how I wish I could buy a pair of each.

There were many fabulous outfits in Laws of Attraction (especially Charn's) but Tanthai's green rope shirt wins out for me. Green seemed to be used in the show to represent the lies and secrets Tanthai was forced to keep because of his father, and he was metaphorically bound and trapped in these lies and his life. Ah perfection!

I've mentioned a lot of brilliant items but there have also been many awful ones, and the one I can't seem to stop thinking about (or horrifying over) is the Droopy Tits shirt (or Nipple Protector, whichever way you want to call it) which first appeared in Dangerous Romance and then The Jungle just three days later. I'm surprised we haven't seen it again to be honest, but I imagine if we get more spoiled rich kids we probably will.

These next two aren't specific items but more of a shout out to the whole wardrobe design of the shows.

First, Only Friends, with Mew and Ray's transformation to Ray and Sand's (respective) wardrobe choices, as well as the inversion of colours to highlight differences in relationships, and the use of colour-groupings to separate characters (<- a post i have yet to write). I wish I could write more about it…but life is just too busy to give it the time it needs.

The second is, of course, Ai Di and Chen Yi in Kiseki: Dear to Me with how they always share a colour in their different outfits. @respectthepetty details this perfectly here, so I don't need to. I am however still feral about these two and can't wait to do a full re-watch of the show.

And lastly, much like Baseball Mom in Bad Buddy two years ago (and to be honest many of Pat's other shirts), Aof recently gifted us another absolutely ridiculous but brilliantly poignant t-shirt slogan in Mhok's Fart Proudly shirt in Last Twilight, which I went into detail about here. Just A+

Thanks for sticking with me through all that! Any others that stood out for you or that I missed?

[pocksprincess]

Chapter 5 - Confidence Building

Series masterlist

Obito Uchiha x f!reader

Modern AU, obi still has scars, so much flirting and simping that it's actually gross, first date in sight? 👀

Word count - 1247

Beta baddie - @dabilove27 ty for being the reason I continue <33

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It has been two days since Obito caught you hanging out of your upstairs window with a choked little scream. You had looked so cute in a strappy little tank top with a bandana wrapped around your head to keep your hair out of your face (after ascertaining that you were okay and not actually in danger, he only had a mild amount of shame admitting to himself that you looked good). 

You said you had been cleaning the windows and his mind can't help but wonder if you'd been cleaning the rest of the house as well. Unbidden thoughts of you pairing that tank top with tiny little booty shorts that barely covered your ass, leaning on tiptoes to dust the top of the cupboards, flooded his mind. Your shirt riding up just enough to reveal your soft stomach…

Obito has gone insane, his poor addled brain cannot stop thinking about you. He's never felt an attraction quite this powerful before, never really noticed someone and all the little things about them so thoroughly. Obito usually keeps to himself and only speaks to others when it's required, like at work, and he's been fine with that arrangement so far. 

But you make him lose all sense and reason and he barely even knows you. Maybe it is because you speak to him like he is a human being worthy of respect, look at him when you talk to him and not just his scars, people never behave that way when they first meet him. But you did. It's nice. More than nice. 

And so Obito doesn't even think twice when he sees you wander out onto the driveway to put out your recycling from his kitchen window. He rushes to open his door, hair still damp from the shower, and calmly walks (or tries to) to his mailbox under the guise of checking it-even though he already did this morning.

You turn at his approach, catching his eye, and that brilliant smile (the one that keeps him up at night) stretches across your cheeks. And in this moment, Obito desperately wishes that you would only smile like that for him.

You close the distance between you both, wandering over with a bashful look about your face, a look he's never seen on you before. You're wearing a stripy, blue tie-front top with denim shorts- the perfect picture of summer in the golden light of the setting sun.

"Hey, neighbour," you greet him, hands dangling at your front, those nervous fingers twisting together again.

"Hey." Obito feels like he should have something better to respond to you with, but his blood is rushing too loudly in his ears for him to focus.

"Sorry about yesterday, I wasn't spying on you or anything, just couldn't get the damn window open.” You chuckle to yourself, a slight grimace to your mouth as you remember the moment. 

"Yeah, I could see that. You made quite the scene." Obito can't keep the amusement out of his tone or the smile off his lips at the memory.

You look at him with wide eyes, your amiable smile dropping as your lips part in apparent surprise, gently scrutinising his expression. He should feel self conscious with how intently you're staring at him, but everything within him is too busy fighting not to stare at your full mouth and the way your lips look all shiny with gloss. Obito wants to ask you what has you so focused on him, but he doesn't seem able to form the words. 

All he manages is a rough clearing of his throat and a hard swallow. But it's enough to snap you back to the present.

You laugh then, a beautiful sound, “What can I say? I'm clumsy. And that window wasn't playing fair!” The little pout you give following that statement almost has his heart seizing in his chest.

“But enough about me embarrassing myself, please. I saw you working on your garden, it's really beautiful! I wish I had a green thumb so I could sort out the mess in my backyard.”

And without even meaning to, he's taken a step closer to you, as if he can't help but be drawn to you like a moth to a flame. A false sense of bravado courses through him at the way you look up at him through your lashes in surprise, the picture of innocence, if it isn't for the way your thighs clamp together instinctually. Your own body betrays your desire.

"Thought you weren't spying?" Obito teases, crossing his arms over his chest, and staring you down as if daring you to deny it. 

It's your turn to stutter over your words, eyes wide, and mouth opening and closing several times as you try to process his proximity and how to respond. He can practically see the little cogs turning in your brain, you're so cute. 

Maybe Obito can get used to being a little braver if it means this is his reward.

You laugh, voice barely an octave higher than usual, but your pretty face is composed once again-body language no longer timid.

“Okay, big boy, you got me there.” You mirror his own action and take the last step towards him, practically toe to toe, playing a game of chicken that you know you'll win. And he knows it too. Did you just call him…big boy? Obito isn't conceited in any sense of the word, but he knows he's large, he's worked hard to stay healthy and strong (especially after the accident). But even so, hearing it come from you? It's almost too much for him to handle. 

“But I just couldn't help admiring the view.” You utter it so casually, a small and easy smile on your face. But he watches you look him up and down, eyes roving over his hips where his sweats hang low on his frame and lingering on his chest, his crossed arms doing little to hide his muscular physique.

And that's all it takes for him to lose all composure, that fragile confidence, any and all thoughts in his brain. If it had ever been in question that you had been flirting with him, that uncertainty dissipates with your sweet words and hungry eyes. Obito doesn't know what comes over him but in the next second he's speaking.

"Yousaidyouwantedtogarden. Learn, I mean. I-I can teach you, you should come over sometime.” The words pour from Obito's lips like an unstoppable tide, jumping forth from his hazy mind without his permission, and he curses himself for being so weak and smitten. What does he do if you say no? Melt into the core of the earth, probably.

But before he can retract his offer and apologise for being so forward, for assuming that you would ever want to spend time with him outside of pleasant niceties, you accept-with a quick "Yes! I mean, I'd love to.” That coy look creeping back into your expression.

Your eagerness is honestly adorable (you look as if you like the idea more than Obito himself), especially hidden behind a sheepish smile, looking up at him through dark lashes. It's the first time he's ever seen you look so unsure of yourself. Embarrassed or surprised (and most recently flustered), sure, but not this self-doubt. Like he might suddenly change his mind and reject you, decide he isn't mildly obsessed with you. As if he ever could.

He knows then and there he's done for.

[hoedamn-eron]

baby, please - part 15

You join Santi at Frankie's Halloween party, and you think his friends are a hoot.

Warnings: Reader is called 'Auntie' by a four year old. Heavy on the Halloween theme (obviously). Bad descriptions of a decorated house (I've never been one to celebrate Halloween, I've never really decorated my house). Lots of dialogue. Like one swear word. Slight, teeny-tiny, self-consciousness regarding future relationships for the babies/Santi/the boys/other kids. Nervousness over meeting new people. Slightly drunk Santi. Word count: 4,301 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Again, not a great chapter, I apologise. I tried my best and no amount of rewriting could make me love it. But at least you've met the guys now!

Part 14 ● Series Masterlist ● Part 16

“I’m actually really excited for tonight, thanks for inviting me,” Gabrielle said as she walked into your apartment, kids in tow, already dressed in their costumes, the Hulk and…Michael Myers.

Theodore looked up at you as you closed your door, and he gave a loud roar, before ‘flexing’ his arms. “Hulk smash!”

You grinned before pretending to act shocked. “Please, Mr Hulk, don’t smash up my apartment! I’m moving out soon and need it to look nice for the new owners.”

“Are you leaving?” Theodore asked, lifting his mask, and looking at you with sad eyes.

You shake your head. “No, I’m just getting a bigger house, for me and my babies.” You pat your bump.

“Okay,” Theodore said, going quiet before asking, “Can I smash your new house then?”

“No smashing of other people’s property,” Gabrielle said, putting Luna down on the floor as the two-year-old toddled off into your living room.

You look at Gabrielle with an amused look at Theodore followed his sister. “So…Michael Myers?”

Gabrielle rolled her eyes as she made her way through your apartment, bags in hand. “I don’t know where she got it from, but she refused any other costume. I asked Matthew about it, but he’s claiming ignorance. It was definitely him though, but I’m not sure when he’s had the chance to watch Halloween with our two-year-old.”

You throw your hands up. “I mean…if Luna likes it – “

“Won’t people think I’m being a bad mother letting her dress up as a serial killer from a movie?”

“No-one’s going to think you’re a bad mother, Gabs. If anything, they’ll find it funny. I know Santi will.”

Gabrielle pulled a face before shaking her head. “It’s fine. You know what, it’ll be fine. I’m overthinking it.”

“You are a little. Seriously, don’t worry about it.” You look at her bags. “What are you dressing as?”

“A pirate,” Gabrielle replied. “And I made it myself with an old shirt and pants. They haven’t fit me since before I was pregnant with Luna so I thought they might as well have one last good use.”

You nod. “Cool. I’m going as Midge, you know, the - ”

“The Barbie doll?” Gabrielle cried, her eyes widening as she laughed. “That’s genius!”

“I have a wig and everything,” you laugh with her. “I hope it’s not too niche.”

“No, it’s great! I can’t wait to see it!”

You get ready together in your small bathroom as the kids watched cartoons and ate some dinner (Luna had refused to take off her mask until Gabrielle had bought out the PB&J sandwich and banana). Gabrielle looked amazing in her home-made costume (an old stripy black and white t-shirt, and some black pants that had been strategically cut to look ripped), complete with eyepatch and red head scarf. She helped you get into your costume until you both laughed with tears in your eyes, finding yourselves absolutely hilarious. You laughed even more when you placed on your red-haired wig.

“I need a photo!” Gabrielle said, still laughing, before you posed at the bathroom door as she took the picture, a wide smile on your face as you hold your bump.

After a few more laughs, and some photos with Gabrielle and the kids, you share the photos with the group chat, where Beth and Courtney both send back images of their own Halloween plans; Courtney at home with Andy, on the couch watching horror films with a big bowl of candy they were going to hand out to the trick or treaters, and Beth and Georgia at another Halloween party with Georgia’s family, where they were both dressed in a couple’s costume of She-Go and Kim Possible.

Once you and Gabrielle were ready, and the kids had finished their sandwiches, you text Santi to let him know you were on the way to Frankie’s house. He had sent over Frankie’s address earlier that day, and it wasn’t too far from the restaurant you had your date at. You set up your GPS as Gabrielle got the kids settled in the back of your car, settled in the car seats you had borrowed from Georgia via Beth.

“Are you nervous?” Gabrielle asked as she climbed into your car and closed the door.

“About what?” you ask, looking behind you as you backed out of your parking space.

“Me meeting Santi, or Santi meeting me,” Gabrielle answered.

“No, not at all,” you answer back, pulling out onto the street. “I’m more nervous about meeting his friends. He holds them in such high regard, I’m scared I’ll disappoint them.”

“You could never,” Gabrielle says. “You’re having the guys kids, I’m sure they’ll trust his judgement.”

You give her a look.

“Not that there’s anything to judge, you’re a wonderful person, I love you,” Gabrielle quickly adds, sending you a wide smile with a small giggle.

“Thanks, really appreciate it,” you snark back good-naturedly, shaking your head as you laugh.

“Auntie?” Theodore calls you from his place in the back.

“Yes, honey?” you ask him as you stop at some lights.

“When are your babies coming?”

“Not until February,” you reply. “We have to do Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year, and my birthday, then I’ll have my babies.”

“Can we meet them when they’re born?” Theodore asks.

“Not until they’re all settled at home,” Gabrielle said. “Remember when we bought Luna home, and it was just me, you, Luna, and daddy for a while?”

“Yup,” Theodore said.

“Well that’s because we all needed to get to know Luna first, wasn’t it?” Gabrielle asked. “So your Auntie and…her…friend…”

You smirk in amusement as Gabrielle tried to explain your relationship with Santi in a child friendly way. You make a right turn, making your way onto a residential street, already with a few trick or treaters.

“Anyway, your Auntie and her friend will be with the babies for a little bit before we get to see them.”

“Who is your friend, Auntie?” Theodore asked.

“His name is Santiago,” you reply. “You’ll meet him tonight.”

Theodore is quiet for a little bit before saying, “I thought mommies and daddies had to be married to have babies?”

“Who’s excited for the party?” you asked enthusiastically, causing Luna to cheer, Theodore soon joining, causing the four-year-old to soon forget his questions.

Gabrielle grinned before quietly whispering, “Nice save, you heathen.”

“I may be a heathen, but you will have to explain to your kids why I’m pregnant without being married. We’re here!” you call, pulling up to a nice-looking house, covered in Halloween decorations. The house was covered in fake cobwebs and ‘Keep Out!’ tape was stuck on the doors and windows.

There was a large, blow-up witch by the front door, and a few fake gravestones littering the front yard, some skeletons hanging over some, and you could see fake spiders with light up eyes scattered over the yard with them. The lighting inside the house was lightly fading into different colours, like purple, red, green, and orange. Lastly, you spot Jack-o’-Lanterns gathered together by the garage and the steps leading up the small porch, and the front door.

“This looks nice,” you say, looking at all the decorations.

Gabrielle nodded, smiling. “Looks like fun! Let’s go!”

You climb out of the car, giving a small shiver at the chill of the Autumn air, before getting Luna out as Gabrielle tended to Theodore. You hold the two years old’s hand as Gabrielle comes to your side, holding Theodore’s hand and the children’s bag over her shoulder. You all make your way up to the front door, before you stop, but you stand there, nervous. The sound of laughter, chatter, and faint music spills out from it, mingling with the rustle of fallen leaves.

You look at Gabrielle. “I feel really nervous. And really stupid because I feel really nervous.”

“It’s okay to feel nervous, and you’re not stupid,” Gabrielle said. “There’s a lot of things happening tonight, and if you’re not comfortable, we can just forget this and walk around the neighbourhood with the kids.”

You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart. Gabrielle was right, there was a lot happening tonight. One of the most important people in your life is meeting an equally as important person. And in turn, you’ll be meeting the most important people in his life. You're grateful for Gabrielle’s comforting presence of your friend, her reassuring smile helping to ease the nervous tension.

Eventually you nod at Gabrielle before turning back to the door before ringing the doorbell.

After a few moments, your heart stops as the front door opens. You’re faced with a gorgeous woman, her thick, dark hair cascading in loose waves, sat under a witch’s hat. It framed her face, where her flawless sun-kissed skin was decorated with the glitter and Halloween make-up. She looks at you all with her dark eyes before gasping, her eyes widening in excitement. She calls your name.

“Yes, that’s me,” you say, smiling nervously. You assume this is Sarah. “And this is Gabrielle, my friend. And her kids, Theodore, and Luna.”

“I’m so glad you could make it! I’m Sarah. I’ve been so excited to meet you, can’t believe Santi kept you to himself for so long. Anyway, come in, come in,” she ushers you all in, closing the door behind you. “Your costumes look fantastic! Everyone’s just in the living room, I can put your bag in the closet?” she asks Gabrielle.

“Oh, no I’m fine, thank you, I can do it,” Gabrielle said.

“It’s no problem,” Sarah said, taking the bag from Gabrielle. “Go on through!”

You and Gabrielle thank her again before you make your way through the house. It was a small corridor that lead into an open plan living room, where it was just as heavily decorated as the outside. You feel your heart beating harder as nervousness ran through your body, as you take in the people in the living room. It was a little loud, but not too loud where it was obnoxious. The kids immediately let go of yours and Gabrielle’s hands at the sight of the toys scattered around the living room, throwing themselves on the floor and immediately playing.

Your eyes widen a little as you take in the small crowd. Santi wasn’t here. And you didn’t recognise anyone other than Frankie (who hadn’t actually put on a costume), and he was stood with a good-looking blonde man and a cute redheaded woman, who was hanging off of the man’s arm. The blonde and redhead were in a couple’s costume of Daphne and Fred from Scooby-Doo. Frankie chuckled at something the pirate said, before turning and catching your eye.

“Oh hey!” Frankie called as he saw you. He excuses himself from his group and makes his way over to you. “Glad you could make it.”

“Thanks again for the invite,” you say, giving a nervous laugh before turning to Gabrielle, who smiled at him. “This is my friend, Gabrielle, and her kids Theodore and Luna, who are absolutely demolishing your daughter’s toys.”

Frankie waved a nonchalant hand. “Don’t worry about it. Nice to meet you,” Frankie says, shaking Gabrielle’s hand.

“You too. And thanks again for letting me join you,” Gabrielle replied. “My kids love Halloween.”

“It’s not a problem,” Frankie says before turning to you. “Pope just ran out, he’ll be back in a few.”

You nod, letting out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“Come over, make yourselves at home,” Frankie said, leading you both over to the people who he was talking to. “These are Will and Claire, I’m sure Pope’s mentioned them to you before.”

“Hi,” you say, Gabrielle giving a small wave.

“What can I get you to drink?” Frankie asked.

“Lemonade, please, if you have it,” Gabrielle said.

Frankie nodded before looking at you.

You really wanted Diet Coke, but you’d just met these people and you felt like it would be really rude to just…ask for something they might not have. Maybe you could just have a water? No, that was a bit boring, especially at a party, but you were pregnant, so it was the healthiest choice and no-one would question if you just wanted a water. God, you’re overthinking over a drink. You wouldn’t be so on edge if Santi was here, you wouldn’t be as worried to ask anything.

“A lemonade is fine for me too, thanks,” you reply.

Frankie nodded again before claiming he’d be back soon. He disappears through to the kitchen, not before stopping to give Sarah, now carrying a little girl dressed as a fairy (who was the image of Frankie), a quick peck before disappearing into the kitchen.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Will says gently. You got a chill vibe from him, although he looked rough and tumble. “Pope’s told us all about you.”

“All good things, I hope,” you say with a nervous smile as Frankie leaves towards the kitchen.

“Absolutely,” said Will, smiling as he pulled Claire into his side, her hand automatically resting on his chest, her engagement ring glinting in the Halloween themed lights. “You and the kids are all he talks about nowadays.”

You hold back a grin as Gabrielle gave you a small nudge.

“It’s been nice, that he wants to stick around,” you say, your cheeks warming. “Having kids wasn’t in my plans right now, and I could only guess they definitely weren’t in his.”

“They weren’t, but Pope’s always been good at adapting. And he’s really warmed up to the idea of being a dad,” Will said, giving a nod. “He’s dedicated to ‘em already.”

“Not dedicated enough to get a fucking car, though,” said Frankie, jokingly, suddenly coming up behind you with two glasses of cloudy lemonade in his hands.

“He said he’s working on it,” you said, coming to Santi’s defence, before taking a glass from Frankie and thanking him.

Gabrielle thanked Frankie for the other lemonade before looking between you all. “Is he fond of the truck?”

Frankie snorted, now nursing his own beer bottle. “He’d marry the truck if he could. He bought it when we came back from our first mission. Surprised it still runs.”

“Whose kid is Michael Myers?” a deep voice asked from behind you.

You turn to see a tall, blonde man, dressed – ironically – as a pirate. His eyes were the same colour at Will’s, and they looked similar, so you had to assume this was Benny. He was carrying a pack of beer in one arm, an open can in the other hand. He looks at everyone with a furrowed brow, confused about you and Gabrielle – obviously because you were unfamiliar.

“She’s mine,” Gabrielle said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t ask.”

“Holy shit, we match!” Benny cried, his grin widening as he motioned to their outfits. “Here I thought I was being clever being a pirate!”

Gabrielle gave a small, amused laugh. “Your costume is better than mine, I just threw this together.”

“Nah, you look great!” Benny said, and you could tell he meant it. He reminded you a little of a Golden Retriever; a dumb, loving, Golden Retriever.

“Well…thanks,” Gabrielle said, blushing a little as she took a sip of her lemonade.

Benny’s eyes landed on you, before smirking. “Been looking forward to meeting you.”

“Be nice,” Frankie said, giving Benny a pointed look.

“He bothering you, cariño?”

You turn so suddenly, you’re surprised you didn’t give yourself whiplash. Your breath catches. Santi's dressed as a charming vampire, complete with the fake-bloodied holes on his neck, a black cape and fake fangs that glint as he grins at you. As if they feel their father near (or, you know, the sudden acceleration of your heartbeat), you feel a few kicks from within, a reminder of the two lives quietly developing beneath the surface.

Realising you may have taken too long to answer, you shake your head. “No, no. He isn’t bothering me.”

Santi gives a small laugh of amusement before he holds up a case of Diet Coke cans. “Had to get these, since Frankie isn’t accommodating for new guests.”

“Hey, hermano, I would have gotten them if I’d known,” Frankie says, with mock offence, before giving Santi a pointed look. “Don’t blame me for your bad planning!”

Santi throws him the bird before pulling a can from the pack. “Might be a bit warm, I can put the rest in the fridge. Unless you want to wait?”

Oh, you love this man. You want to marry this man.

“I’ll finish my lemonade first, thank you,” you say, smiling softly. “I’ll have a Coke later.”

Santi nods before putting the can back in the pack before he glares at Benny. “Don’t be an ass.”

“I wasn’t!” he called as Santi walked off into the kitchen. He turned to look at you. “I wasn’t going to be an ass, I swear.”

“I believe you,” you say, nodding as you sip at your lemonade.

“Go and put your beer in the fridge,” said Will, laughing.

Benny rolled his eyes, muttering something you couldn’t quite hear, before he turned and followed Santi through to the kitchen, calling for him.

“So uh…that’s Santi?” Gabrielle asks you quietly.

You sigh lightly, giving her a look. “Yup.”

“Cute. Nice hair. And a nice smile…I assume, he’s got fangs in.”

“He does have a nice smile,” you say, before smirking. “Nice ass, too.”

You both snort a laugh in amusement before going quiet when Santi and Benny come back, talking animatedly about something that you couldn’t quite keep up with, beers in their hands. You avert your gaze, looking at Gabrielle, who smirked back at you as she sipped at her lemonade. You shake your head as Santi stands next to you, Benny next to him.

“What have I missed?” he asked, looking at the group.

“Introductions, mostly,” you say, motioning to Gabrielle. “This is Gabrielle. Gabs, this is Santi.”

Gabrielle and Santi shake hands. “Nice to meet you,” Gabrielle says.

“You too,” Santi says. He nods to Theodore and Luna, who were still sat playing with the toys. “I’m assuming Michael Myers and the Hulk are yours?”

“They are,” Gabrielle says, letting out a small laugh. “Theodore and Luna. She insisted on being Michael Myers.”

“Girl’s got taste, it’s my favourite horror film,” Benny said, laughing.

As the night goes on, more and more guests show up, and the house is soon full of people. Sarah’s brothers and sister had turned up with their kids, and Theodore and Luna soon integrated themselves with the other children, who ranged from aged 6 months old to 9 years old. Sofía had even joined after a while, although she played mostly on her own, beside Luna, who still had yet to take off her mask.

Sarah had set up some Halloween activities in the back yard; she’d set up a table with some pumpkins of various sizes and some carving sets, mostly for the older kids, but you and Gabrielle helped Theodore and Luna make their own pumpkins. Sarah had also set up a large box filled with water and apples for bobbing, something you opted out of, but howled with laughter when you watched the Miller brothers almost try to drown each other in order to win. Santi was by your side throughout.

You talked to so many people; mostly about work, how your pregnancy was going, if you were enjoying the party. You had to admit, you were having fun, and it was nice to see Santi interacting with his friends. He was…different. But in a good way. He seemed more laidback, chatted a little more, and you got to see him interact with Sofía. He loved that little girl. She was just learning to walk, and she would always find herself toddling over to Santi and reach up for him.

There was never a lull in conversation as he picked her up, it was almost as if it was instinctive for him. It made your heart swell.

The guys didn’t let you down in telling you embarrassing stories about Santi.

You started wondering what it would be like with your kids. Would he take them to Halloween parties like this? Would your children and Sofía grow up together and become friends? Would Frankie, Will, and Benny be as involved as they were with Sofía? You suppose it would be harder, with you and Santi not being an actual couple. They would only see the twins on whichever schedule you and Santi eventually decide between yourselves, and even then, that might not be every time Santi has them.

You look around the living room, holding your long empty Diet Coke can. Benny and Gabrielle were standing with the kids, talking about whatever they were talking about (something to do with boxing…you remember Benny had done some cage fighting), and Frankie and Sarah were putting Sofía to bed. Santi and Will were talking with Claire about wedding planning; but it did look like Claire was doing most of the talking. It was cute, you looked forward to hearing more about it.

You took the opportunity to sneak away to the kitchen, grabbing a moment of peace and quiet. You toss your empty can into the recycling before opening the fridge to grab another.

“You okay, corazón?”

You give a small smile as you look at Santi, who had joined you in the kitchen, beer bottle in his hand. His eyes were a little unfocused, and he was giving you a little dopey smile, probably from the few beers he’d had. You close the fridge. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just grabbing another drink. Thanks for getting these, by the way.”

Santi nodded, leaning against one of the counters. “Not a problem. It was my fault Frankie didn’t have any, I did forget to tell him.”

You shake your head at him. “I would have gone without, you didn’t need to go to the store.”

“Benny was going anyway,” Santi said. “And I wanted to. They didn’t have any Sourpatch Kids though, you might have to steal some from the Trick or Treat bowl.”

You shake your head, grinning. “I’ve already looked, they’re not the watermelon ones.”

“Damn, you just can’t get the staff nowadays,” Santi joked.

You laugh as you open the can. You hold it out to him in a silent offer, and he shakes his head at you, finishing the beer he had with him.

You nod, then you both go silent, and you take a sip of your drink. Something felt…weird. You couldn’t put your finger on it. It wasn’t an awkward feeling, not at all. But now, in this moment, there was an unfamiliar tension in the air. You’d been alone together plenty of times before. Maybe it was because you’d really integrated in each other’s lives; his apartment had a fully furnished nursery, which you picked yourselves, you were both meeting each other’s friends, and you even had your own designated snack drawer in his kitchen for your favourite foods whenever you found yourself at his place.

Maybe that was it. A lot had happened in the last few days and it was getting to you.

“You okay?”

You blink at his question before giving him a closed lipped smile and nodding. “Yeah. Just tired.”

“You can go home if you want, no-one will mind,” Santi said, coming off the counter.

“No, no, I’m okay. Gabs and the kids are having a good time.”

“You sure?” he asks, coming closer to you. “I don’t want you uncomfortable. You’re carrying my kids in there.”

You give a small snort of amusement before nodding. “Yeah…yeah, I’m sure.”

He doesn’t say anything, just takes a few more steps closer to you. Your breath hitches, as you stare at him. The sounds of the party in just the next room seem to fade away, and all you can hear is the thumping of your heartbeat in your ears.

The atmosphere is charged with anticipation as you and Santi share a moment of connection. He’s so close, you feel your back hit the fridge, your noses touching. He smells faintly of the beer he’s been drinking, but mostly of the pumpkins he helped carve for Sofía, and the cologne he always wears, and something that was just plain Santiago. It was mouth-watering. His eyes flash to your lips before meeting yours. Your lips inch closer, teasing the promise of a sweet, stolen kiss in his best friend’s kitchen.

“What are you doing?” you whisper.

There’s a pause before he whispers back. “I don’t know.”

You lean in, your lips barely meeting when the spell is abruptly broken as the kitchen door opens.

Santi jumps apart from you as you gasp at the sudden movement, and before you know it, he’s across the other side of the kitchen, throwing away his empty beer.

Gabrielle walks into the kitchen, looking between the two of you, obviously reading the room. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

You open your mouth to reply but Santiago shakes his head, a light blush on his cheeks as he grins at her. “No, we were just talking. Nothing going on.”

You freeze. No, that’s not what he meant. Don’t overthink this. He’s a little drunk and you’re having his kids. It’s understandable that he might be feeling a little friendly.

You give a shaky smile to Gabrielle. “Yeah, just talking.”

Gabrielle nodded as Santi mumbled something about re-joining the party and leaving the kitchen. You both watch him leave before you shake your head, trying to calm your breathing and your heart.

“What was that?” Gabrielle whispered, her eyes wide at you.

You shook your head. “I…nothing. It was nothing.”

Tagged - @khonsulockley, @bluenredndeath, @superficialfeelings, @othersideoftheparadise, @beezusvreeland

[womanbreast]

underswap take idea dump

ok so basically. major changes, right off the bat: - instead of a mountain, the monsters were sealed under a lake. - the intro sequence is not an animatic, but a puzzle, where you play as some random human in a laboratory. it is (at a glance) unrelated to the story as a whole. - you play as flowey. i'm not 100% sure how that works yet, but you *might* not be able to walk.

FLOWEY flowey is now an "it" rather than a "he" and is supposedly a blankish canvas for the player to fill humans consider it a monster since it's clearly not human, yet is sapient, and has external magical abilities monsters consider it a human since it has a soft, "solid" water-based body, is sapient, and has a soul which can survive outside of its body as opposed to in undertale where they just assume youre a monster like them, many will actually assume you're human mainly cause toriel is more militant & has put actual effort and resources into training people (haha tutorial) in fighting against humans

ASGORE asgore is the caretaker of the Garden in fact he's the one who turned the ashen remains of the (???) into, well, a garden he's very warm and kind theres supposed to be a degree (haha) of irony to him, a calm and peaceful gardener, having fire magic i love the idea of fire magic being a purifying force (cooking, pasteurizing, cauterizing) and a good and beautiful thing, and it kind of it with asgore...? but thats not the main take away here -- despite him being such a kind and loving creature, he has the capacity to destroy and ruin it all if he doesn't control himself, control his temper and thus far, he has managed to do so quite well!!

and - his last name is still "dreemurr", which is still an anagram of "murderer" so how do i make this relevant in canon? i dont know lmao ill figure it out later

FRISK theyre a bit of a freaky little fellow uhhh well first off, no striped shirt. just a delta rune marked poncho & a stripy scarf and their hair is all fucked up. their face might be blank, as a parallel to flowey? probably not and they MIGHT have like a spear or sword as a weapon. ill come with a design later secondly - unlike flowey, they dont show up at the start to do a sort of pseudo-tutorial thing where they try to kill us. instead they just kinda lurk in the bg, a bit like gman. we dont properly meet them until the end of the Garden.

lore wise, story wise, i have BIG plans for frisk

NOBODY ok so,,, nobody is like,,, mettaton as a ghost atm theyre "a nobody" (no body) and they dream of one daying being "somebody" might say something along the lines of "anybody who's anybody has a body" at some point the battle with them sort of vaguely implies that you're literallly fighting actually nobody. like they dont have a battlesprite (im in invisible to everyone) you can spare them by basically validating that they're there. that theyre somebody. that you recognize them as a person or you can attack them until they run away. but every attack misses because there's nobody there sorry this ideas a bit of a mess this isn't the last you see of them btw

uhh i think that's everyone in the garden. ill rb this with more ideas soon

[itsgonnagetinspiringsoon]

ok so i know i've literally never posted abt sanders sides before on this blog (i haven't been keeping up for a few years) but i've been tumbling down a waterslide lined with my old hyperfixations for the last few hours and ended up creating D&D au character designs for the core four sides using heroforge. images and descriptions under the cut if you're interested ❤ bonus points if you can guess what classes they are (this is EXTREMELY self-indulgent so pls forgive the ranting abt them, they're very important to me ok)

First up we have Roman! my beloved. one of my first questions when starting his design was how can i make him look as cunty as possible? the answer: heeled boots and winged eyeliner (It's a little tricky to see but he's got gold metallic eyeliner). I ADORE Roman's colour pallet so i kept it as close to accurate as i could, making white the base colour and accentuating it with the gold armor and the dramatic red shoulder cape as my stand-in for his sash. he's wielding a katana OF COURSE how could he not be. he's slaying ⚔ 🐉 and slaying 💅💋

moving on:

Patton. my baby, my honey, my ragtime gal. i decided to make his hair a little longer than roman's bc i thought it made him look softer and more approachable. it was UNBELIEVABLY hard to find something that sort of replaced his cardigan without looking too chunky but i did like this kind of loose tattered mantle, so i went with that. kept the sky blue shirt and gray cardigan/shawl, but gave him more greyish blue pants so they didn't blend into the shirt too much. glasses are round instead of square bc again i thought they made him look friendlier than the square ones. freckles bc i personally think freckles are very cute and patton is very cute so he got freckles. no shoes he's travelling the realms like the gods intended. the dad vibes are strong i want him to give me a hug 🥺

next up:

logan is quite possibly my favourite side so i really wanted to get his design right. the MOST important thing was giving him his iconic necktie, which ended up being pretty much the same color as his canon design. i couldn't give the tie specifically a pattern, so i made his vest stripy like his tie is in the show and i think it looks really good. his glasses are the more classic nerd ones which is perfect for him and i gave him black eyeliner bc i thought it made him look more serious. i added the coat for more of a d&d look (it doesn't make sense to traverse planes wearing a vest and tie) i think it gives him an extra bit of style that i love.

and last but not least:

the Anxious BoiTM himself (i've only had him for five minutes seven years but if anything happened to him etc etc). virgil's was one of the easiest designs aesthetically and hardest mechanically (you'll never guess what class he is guys i took some BIG swings). I knew i wanted him in black and purple (obviously) and i knew i wanted to give him the iconic purple hair dye and eyeshadow. i almost said screw the genre and put him in a zippered hoodie but i do think that a cloak and cowl would suit him very well (good for hiding in) and i found a combo that looked equally cosy and spooky. a bow is good for attacking long range and keeping out of danger (appropriate for anxiety, i thought) and the mask looks intimidating but actually helps him with sensory overload (with the cowl and mask on he's basically in a mini sensory deprivation bubble). an eyebrow ring bc he's edgy idk why honestly i thought it looked cool.

So that's basically it! As i said before if you can guess their respective classes i'll give you a cookie (🍪). since i can't draw, heroforge is usually my go-to for character creation and i have to recommend it (i think i talk abt this site a lot but 🤷‍♀️) it's so helpful for non-artist types like myself.

I hope you enjoyed! please leave comments if you liked they feed me (if you didn't like it, please just move on and don't let me know, i'm doing this for fun and i don't want any negativity please ❤) @thatsthat24 hope you like 🥰

[eggyslang]

Redesigns of the new strawberry shortcake reboot :]

Design notes under the cut:

Strawberry shortcake: I gave her short hair so the silhouette of her head with the beanie looks more strawberry shaped. Also, something about her new look gives me a skater vibe [maybe it’s the beanie? Idk] so I wanted to lean into that with the rest of the outfit. I gave her a graphic tee over a stripy shirt [the green and white stripes call back to some of her past looks], baggy jeans [calling back to her 2003 look], and sneakers that look like red converse [kept from her current look]. I gave her a cute apron with a heart shaped strawberry on it to make her look more like a baker and to give a bit of a 2000’s skirt-over-pants type of silhouette that I think is fun. Also, I’d like to think that her grandma made it for her :]. I put in a lot of hearts in her design because hearts are kinda strawberry shaped and also she seems like a loving, friendship oriented person, so I felt hearts would fit her personality

Blueberry muffin: I wanted to give her a look that matched her kinda weirdgirl personality in the new show. I’ve only seen an episode and a half so I don’t have too much to go off of, but she seemed kinda spiritual, for lack of a better word [loves ghosts, talks about things having “good energy,” etc.] I gave her long, layered skirts to resemble muffin liners as well as add some flowiness to her outfit. Similarly, I gave her a cropped cardigan thing with wide sleeves. I gave her mismatched socks to make her look a little more eclectic. I tried to incorporate a lot of round/circular shapes into her design to make her more blueberry-ish like her mary janes, the circle pendent on her necklace, the round shape of her bangs, her bubble braid hairstyle [idk if that’s what it’s actually called, i just thought it looked cool], and her blue sunglasses. I made her bangs a little messier so it almost seems like she cut her bangs herself.

Orange blossom: her visor is my favourite part of all of these redesigns. I stole it from one of orange cookie’s costumes from cookie run bc it’s just so nice. I put flowers on her shorts to lean into the blossom part of her name. I also gave her a little orange slice watch to incorporate more oranges into her design. I imagine it’s one of those watches that tells you your heart rate and stuff.

Lime chiffon: I’m not really happy with her design but I tried my best. I have her pigtails in the shape of semicircles to look like lime slices. I made her glasses lime shaped. To lean into her nerdy/preppy look, I gave her a sweater vest over a polo. I kept the design of her skirt to be lime-ish. I gave her blueberry’s Ugg-like boots because I wanted to add some brown into her outfit to be like the cake part of a lime chiffon cake.

Lemon meringue: shes not TOO different from her current canon design. I changed her hair to be more lemon shaped. I also thought the shape gave her a bit more of a mad scientist look. I also put some white in her hair to incorporate some meringue-ness. I put some patches on her overalls like she’s used them for a long time and they’ve gotten worn out. Also, it allowed me to add some more lemon-y elements to her outfit. I put a lightning bolt on the chest of the overalls because her voice reminds me of rainbow dash and also i think you can use lemons to make electricity[? I think I did an experiment like that in elementary school]. I made her goggles look like lemon tarts for funsies. I gave her a tool belt to incorporate more brown into the design and bc all inventors need tools handy.

[lazzarella]

And, after another torturous seven days have passed, we are graced with another stellar episode of my new favourite show! Huzzah! And that means it's time for more notes that no one asked for from yours truly:

- *Bill and Ted voice*: 69, dudes!

- Ooh, Doctor, your jealousy is showing! (And Yak totally clocked it too. You can see he's thinking about milking it—when he mentioned Yei—but he doesn't let it hang over them for long)

- now I'm curious about his mum/parents...

- Okay, if anyone sniffed me, I'd find it odd because it's not my culture but I think the Thai sniff kisses are sooooo cute :3

- (Seriously, though, I'm still not over Yak giving Dee the necklace like they're steadies in the 1950s, ahhhhhhh, will I ever be over it?)

- Cher, Yei and Kao all clocking the necklace XD

- 'Fuck buddy' lmao I was not expecting that! And it sounds so much cuter in a Thai accent

- Kao howling like a dog lol

- Kao knows what's up! (With the, so you're hanging out, only sleeping with him, etc.)

- I MISS YOU!!!!! And sending each other flirty texts!!!! sdfjsldkjfldskjfdlk

- How many boxers does it take to change a light bulb?

- Dee is so cute in that scene, btw, all feigned incompetence lmao

- ngl, I want to try black sesame soy milk

- Awww! Coming in with the clown nose to cheer the little boy up! But oh no :( (I wonder if that's why Yak and Dee dress in the tiger and bunny suits from the preview???)

- 'It feels nice to have someone ask if you're tired when you're tired' Oh!!!

- Just... That whole phone call! Their little faces!! They're soooo fond of each other

- Boy, those nurses are gossipy! But I think that's pretty accurate from what I know about hospitals IRL

- It's going by too fast D:

- Dee's stripy shirt is so cute! He looks like a little boy in the 1970s haha

- Dee has so many tchotkes! And, ooh, my mum has that same IKEA lantern lol

- 'It's not fun for me anymore!' :((((((

- I love that he says it's over between them but doesn't ask for the necklace back!!

- Look at that pouty baby!

- There's the briefest expression on Dee's face as he walks away that made me want to scream, Inn is SUCH a good actor

- Guess we're getting some hints at what happened to Dee's parents. Was it the siren that made him flashback?

- HOLDING HANDS!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!

- Seriously, though, Yak is concerned (maybe rightly so?) about being romantically involved publicly with a guy, but he takes Dee's hand when he sees something's off at the crossing???? He's so caring I can't take it D:

- Damn it, I want noodles

- Ugh, Yak feeding Dee!! I can't take thiiiiiis

- HANDS AGAIN! Argh. I'm such a sucker for a hand holding/touching moment. This episode really fed me, thank you <3

- Okay, but I could write an essay on Yak's facial expressions in that bridge scene!! Like... Holy hell

- COOKING TOGETHER! So domestic ;__;

- ...or not lol well, it's still domestic, even if the end result isn't edible right?

- Dee teasing Yak is so cute arghhhhh

- Why does he have spray paint???? Why is that a thing he just has on the table???

- Oh! They're so soft!!

- Nooooooo! Don't finish yet! How am I meant to survive the next seven days after seeing that preview?! Life is so cruel :(

[headcanonsandmore]

'Fright Night' Chapter One

Summary: In a dark and stormy planet, the Fifth Doctor, Tegan and Nyssa find themselves separated from the TARDIS and are forced to seek refuge in a old castle nearby. However, strange things are afoot on this alien world and, in the gothic rooms and corridors of the castle, one of the time-travellers begins to find themselves changing...

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‘Tegan, I think you’re being a bit overcautious.’

Tegan zipped up her waterproof jacket.

‘I don’t care what the Doctor says,’ she replied, checking to make sure that her boots were properly laced. ‘We don’t know what weather this planets going to have; I may as well be prepared.’

Nyssa chuckled. The Trakenite was sat at the end of Tegan’s bed. She was wearing her new stripy shirt, with the jersey tied around her middle. Tegan ignored the stammer in her own heartbeat as Nyssa kicked her legs absentmindedly beneath her.

Why had Nyssa decided to stop wearing her usual jumpsuit? On the one hand, Tegan could understand that Nyssa had likely gotten tired of wearing the same sort of clothing every day, but… good grief, Tegan’s heart was having a tough time seeing so much of the Trakenite’s legs.

It really wasn’t fair. Nyssa had always been pretty, but Tegan seemed to get distracted by her every other moment these days. It was as if her time spent away from the TARDIS had changed how she viewed the wonderful woman she shared a room with. Nyssa was her best friend, and she had developed a crush on her, probably from the moment they had first met on Logopolis, but now… that attraction had evolved beyond a simple crush. And Tegan knew -was absolutely certain- that Nyssa had no idea that Tegan saw her that way. More than that, Tegan was sure that Nyssa did not see her the same way.

So, here she was, in love with her best friend who didn’t realise that her feelings had grown beyond the platonic.

‘You sure you’re alright? We can pick up a thicker jacket for you from the TARDIS wardrobe if you want’

‘It’s fine,’ Nyssa said, smiling as she got to her feet. She picked a light waterproof jacket off the coat-stand nearby, her brown curls bouncing prettily. ‘Let’s go.’

Nyssa slipped the jacket on, and immediately linked one of her arms through Tegan’s. The Australian felt her heartrate escalate, as it always seemed to do whenever Nyssa initiated physical contact without warning.

Hoping against hope that she wasn’t blushing, Tegan allowed Nyssa to walk them out of their bedroom, and down the corridor towards the console room.

The Doctor was, of course, waiting for them, wearing an expression of excitement as he took readings from the central console.

‘Ah, there you both are,’ he declared, looking up as they entered. ‘Rather splendid planet, by the looks of things.’

Tegan exchanged a look with Nyssa, who giggled. The Australian ignored the giddy dance that her heart made at the sound, and raised a disbelieving eyebrow as she turned to look back at the Doctor.

‘Really?’

‘Oh, ye of little faith,’ the time lord, wagging his finger at her. ‘Come along, let’s go and have a look around…’

*

Tegan stared at the brooding forests around them, the dark clouds above that seemed to cast the entire landscape in a dim twilight, and could even hear the sounds of unpleasantly course birdcalls. The TARDIS had landed on what appeared to be halfway down a mountainside. In every direction, all that could be seen were dense forests with a scattering of towering cliffs inbetween them. If Tegan didn’t know any better, she would have assumed the Doctor had deliberately landed in darkest Germania during the dark ages.

‘Splendid planet?’ she repeated, with a frown in the time lord’s direction. ‘That’s one way of putting it. Doc, this place looks like something out of Grims Fairy Tales!’

The Doctor glared irritably at her, before unfurling his hat from his jacket pocket and setting it neatly on top of his head.

‘Always the pessimist, aren’t you, Tegan?’ he said. ‘Cheer up; you and Nyssa both have jackets, and I’ve got my umbrella, after all.’

‘What umbrella-’

Out of (apparently) a jacket pocket, the Doctor pulled out a long umbrella. The handle seemed to be formed into the shape of a question mark.

Smiling smugly, the time lord unfurled the umbrella, and put it over his shoulder.

Tegan gave him another glare. The Doctor ignored her, and set off along the path that weaved down the mountain towards a river, which streaked jaggedly through the forest.

Nyssa gave Tegan an encouraging smile, and the Australian allowed herself to be led along by the arm. She really wished she could say no to Nyssa when the Trakenite smiled at her like that, but she knew that it was impossible. Those soft grey-green eyes had a habit of burrowing into her soul. And the irritating thing was, not only did Nyssa clearly have no clue as to the effect she had, but that Tegan liked it. She would have stopped time if Nyssa asked her to. It was as if her heart had a massive “property of Nyssa” stamp on it.

Overhead, there was the distant rumble of thunder. In the horizon, Tegan could see rain falling over the forest trees. She felt gooseflesh erupt unpleasantly up her skin; every single atom of her being was telling her to get back inside the TARDIS now.

‘That doesn’t sound good.’

‘Oh, probably just a spot of light rain,’ said the Doctor, airily, from in front. ‘I find the weather isn’t nearly bad as initial impressions suggest.’

Tegan doubted this very much, but by this point they had reached the river. A small stone bridge lay across it.

There was another rumble of low thunder.

Nyssa slipped her hand into Tegan’s as they followed the Doctor across the bridge.

‘Nys?’ the Australian asked, softly, as she turned to look at the woman stood next to her. ‘You okay?’

Nyssa nodded, quietly.

There was another crack of thunder, and this time, Nyssa’s hand squeezed tightly against Tegan’s.

‘It’s okay,’ Tegan said, giving a soft smile. ‘I’m here.’

Nyssa smiled, cheeks dimpling.

‘Thank you, Tegan,’ she said, softly. ‘I always feel safe when you’re here.’

Tegan felt her heart well with love for the Trakenite. It was all she could do not to burst into tears right there and then, and throw her arms around her friend.

‘I’m sorry for leaving you,’ she eventually said, ignoring the lump in her throat.

‘Don’t blame yourself for that,’ Nyssa said, with a nod of her head towards the Doctor. ‘You weren’t to blame.’

‘I heard that!’

Tegan laughed, as the Doctor let out a huff and strode off at a faster pace.

‘You didn’t leave me, Tegan,’ Nyssa said, still smiling at the Australian. ‘I’m just happy that I managed to find you again.’

‘Almost sounds like you missed me.’

‘Of course,’ Nyssa said, with a gentle nudge of her shoulder. ‘I can’t have a universe without you, Tegan Jovanka.’

Tegan’s heart seemed to pummel against her chest. What the hell did that mean?

‘N-Nys,’ she stammered, feeling her face burn. ‘I… you don’t have to… I don’t deserve you-’

There was another loud rumble of thunder, and the two women startled, coming to a stop.

The path they had been walking along was stretching upwards across the other side of the valley. The Doctor, a few hundred feet in front, turned to face them and pointed up the path.

There was a crack of lightning.

On a rocky outcrop sticking out from the mountainside was a castle. Well, somewhere between a castle and a fortified keep. It must have been at least two hundred feet tall, with ramparts and several towers stretching up. Gargoyles of strange creatures adorned the outside and Tegan could have sworn that, in the afterglow of the lightning, they seemed to move.

The path led up to the main doors, which stood at least ten feet high.

There was another crack of lightning, and the heavens opened.

Near instantly, the rain seemed to crash down around them, turning the path into a mud pit. Tegan squeezed tightly on Nyssa’s hand to help them both stay upright.

The Doctor charged down the path, wobbling as he struggled to maintain his balance amid the mud and rain. His umbrella was barely keeping him dry. 

‘Over the bridge, now!’

The two women turned.

A horrible sight met their eyes.

Looking down the path towards the way they had come, Tegan let out a groan. The bridge had sunk beneath the rising water of the river.

The three time-travellers turned once again and, feet slipping, ran up the path towards the castle. The path gradually became stone-paved as they grew closer, and Tegan was glad for the change, as she could already feel her boots beginning to get dirty. As they reached the entrance, the Doctor hammered on the huge doors, which swung open with a horrible creak. The time lord hurried inside.

Scrambling inside out of the wet, Tegan pulled Nyssa by the hand after her. The Trakenite seemed to have been momentarily shocked by the sudden change in weather.

Looking around, Tegan now saw that they had entered into some sort of entrance hall. It was rather small and cluttered, with various suits of armour haphazardly shoved anywhere they could fit. Several pairs of walking boots had been left scattered nearby a large doormat, which was a tired burgundy colour and had clearly seen better days. The door, in front of which the mat stood, was in barely better condition.

The Doctor pulled the doors shut behind them, and put down his umbrella, wiping his brow with a damp sleeve.

‘Well,’ he said, with a bit of irritation. ‘I suppose you’re going to tell me that you told me so-’

‘Never mind that!’ Tegan exclaimed. ‘Look at Nyssa!’

The Trakenite was shivering under her jacket. Damp curls lay against her face, and Tegan was horrified to see that Nyssa’s cheeks had turned a cold pink colour. 

Without thinking, Tegan unzipped Nyssa’s jacket and helped her friend out of the wet garment. She wasn’t sure why she herself wasn’t feeling the cold as much; perhaps Traken had a much milder climate? Whatever it was, Tegan didn’t like how cold Nyssa was to the touch. She immediately put her own hands around Nyssa’s and began to rub them, trying to get some warmth into the younger woman’s skin.

‘You bloody stupid time lord!’ Tegan said, glaring now at the Doctor. ‘I swear, if she gets hypothermia…’

‘She’ll be fine,’ the Doctor said, feeling Nyssa’s forehead with his palm. ‘Although I don’t recommend that we go back out into that storm anytime soon. Perhaps if we see if the inhabitants of this place can put us up for the time being…’

The Doctor stepped over to the door, and wrapped smartly on the wood with his knuckles.

‘Hello?’ he called. ‘Anyone home?’

Tegan quickly pulled off her jacket and was glad to find that, aside from a little bit of rain on her trousers, she was mostly bone dry. Her boots, of course, had been waterproof anyway. She was immensely thankful that she had decided to wear a warm wool jumper over a blouse, with thick winter trousers; why on earth she had ever thought that a pair of shorts and matching tube-top was a suitable outfit for rainy cold Amsterdam was beyond her.

Well, actually, she had thought it was cute and decided to wear it on the off-chance that she might meet Nyssa again, but that was beside the point. 

She immediately wrapped an arm around the young woman’s shoulders, rubbing her side. With her other hand, she continued to rub Nyssa’s hands.

Nyssa gave a shiver, before sneezing.

‘T-thank you, Tegan,’ she said, a little nasally. ‘Sorry, I’m not normally this bad when it comes to rain.’

‘Hey, don’t worry about it,’ Tegan replied, as softly as she could. ‘We got caught unawares by that storm; let’s just focus on getting you warmed up, okay?’

Nyssa nodded.

At this point, the door opened

‘Oh, hello!’

The speaker was an elderly man. He was balding, but with large tufts of white hair around his ears. A large pair of spectacles was perched on his nose, and he wore a long white lab coat over a battered suit. He looked like the textbook definition of “mad scientist” but his eyes -magnified through his glasses- were kind and gentle.

‘Good evening!’ exclaimed the Doctor, hurrying forwards and shaking the man by the hand. ‘My apologies for the intrusion, but I’m afraid we have become separated from our craft in the storm.’

‘Oh, another storm?’ said the old man. ‘Those are always terrible at this time of year. I tend to stay inside mostly… can’t deal with the cold at my advanced years, I’m afraid.’

‘Understandable,’ the Doctor agreed. He then looked back at Nyssa and Tegan. ‘Er… my young friend here is somewhat the worst for wear; could we get her some warm blankets?’

‘O-oh, yes; please, come in…’

Nodding encouragingly to the two women, the Doctor followed the old man inside. Grimly, Tegan squeezed Nyssa’s side in a supportive manner, and followed. The door creaked shut behind them.

‘Welcome to my home,’ said the man, as they walked into a large sitting room. It was a rather cluttered place, filled with bookshelves crammed haphazardly with old tomes. A couple of slightly dusty-looking sofas adorned the middle of the room. Several test-tubes lolled on a desk, which was covered with scattered papers. ‘I’m afraid I don’t normally have visitors, so you’ll have to excuse the mess. You know how it is, being on your own and focused on work.’

‘I know the feeling,’ the Doctor replied. ‘I’m the Doctor, that’s Tegan, and the young woman who is currently feeling the worst for wear is Nyssa.’

‘Professor Brockenfeld,’ the old man said, smiling kindly at Nyssa and Tegan. ‘And it’s a pleasure.’

‘Oh, you’re a scientist?’ exclaimed the Doctor, now squinting at the titles of the books on the shelves.

‘Yes!’ exclaimed Brockenfeld, eyes widening in excitement. ‘My current field of specialty is preventative medicine, you see. All throughout the galaxy, people want to live longer and healthier. So I’m currently researching scientific means beyond the usual diet-and-exercise that is normally recommended.’

‘Fascinating,’ said the Doctor, keenly. ‘Gosh, it’s wonderful to meet another scientist. Nyssa, weren’t you looking into preventative medicine a while back?’

In response, Nyssa gave another squeeze. Tegan glared at the Doctor reproachfully. However, the time lord didn’t seem to notice, and instead launched into a lengthily discussion with Brockenfeld about the various aspects of his research.

Tegan rolled her eyes.

‘Can you understand what they’re saying?’

‘Mostly,’ Nyssa said, thickly. ‘But I’m afraid I won’t contribute much to the conversation.’

‘That’s more than I can. C’mon; let’s see if we can find a kitchen and get you warmed up; that rain chilled you to the bone…’

*

The kitchen was thankfully not too far away.

It was a bit tidier than the rest of the house, and reminded Tegan somewhat of recreations of Victorian-era kitchens that she’d seen during history class in school. Well, except the various machines that kept steaming randomly. Tegan gently eased Nyssa into a chair, and then doubled back to an airing cupboard they had passed on the way.

She pulled several thick, warm blankets out from the wooden shelf sat above the boiler, and hurried back to Nyssa. She quickly wrapped several of the blankets around Nyssa, who gave a contended sigh of gratitude.

Now… hot drinks were in order.

On the plus side, the kettle did not steam randomly, and barely a minute later, Tegan had poured out two mugs of hot chocolate, one of which she gently placed into Nyssa’s hands.

The Trakenite gave a soft moan as she slowly digested the warm drink.

‘Better?’ Tegan said, smiling as she sat down next to the younger woman at the table.

Nyssa nodded.

‘Thank you, Tegan,’ she said, returning the smile. ‘You’re always so lovely to me.’

Tegan shrugged, feeling a little self-conscious.

‘Hey, what are best friends for, eh?’

Nyssa’s cheeks turned a healthy pink hue as she grinned.

‘Oh, Tegan…’ she said, eyelashes fluttering. ‘Am I really your best friend?’

Tegan wished Nyssa would stop smiling at her like that; it wasn’t doing her heart any good to see the undisguised joy on the younger woman’s face.

‘No-one better,’ Tegan said. ‘I… you mean so much to me, Nyssa.’

‘I imagine probably roughly the same as you do to me.’

Tegan doubted that very much, but she decided not to say anything. It wasn’t Nyssa’s fault that Tegan had fallen in love with her, after all. Well, technically, it was her fault, but Tegan could hardly hold that against Nyssa. If anything, she held it against herself for continuing to pine for the sweet, kind woman who clearly saw Tegan purely as her platonic best friend. 

*

Once they had finished their drinks, and when Nyssa was thankfully warming up, Tegan had suggested that they head back to the Doctor and Brockenfeld. However, Nyssa had then suggested that they take a detour.

‘Are you sure it’s alright for us to be walking around?’

‘I don’t see why it wouldn’t be; Brockenfeld did welcome us in, after all.’

Tegan looked around. The corridors of the castle were uncomfortably dark, even with the pale electric lanterns that dotted the walls at regular intervals. The darkness was… heavy here, as if the light was intruding on it at its own risk. Tegan also felt uncomfortable speaking loudly. It almost felt like the castle itself was listening in on them. An uncomfortable shiver went up her spine.

‘You’re braver than me, in that case.’

‘I’m not as brave as you, Tegan.’

‘You always say that, but didn’t you hold up the high council of Gallifrey at gunpoint?’

Nyssa flushed. In the half-light, the effect was rather wonderful.

‘How did you-’

‘The Doctor told me,’ Tegan said, trying not to think about how cute Nyssa looked whilst blushing. ‘You’re a bit of a dark horse, aren’t you, Nys?’

‘What… what does that mean?’

‘A bit different than initial appearances would suggest.’

‘Oh,’ Nyssa said. ‘Er… what is my initial appearance, then?’

‘Cute as a button and twice as adorable. Too good for this world.’

‘Oh, Tegan…’

Nyssa was now smiling fondly at her. Tegan felt her own face flush.

‘W-well, it’s true,’ she stammered. ‘You are cute. Cutest woman I’ve ever met, and all…’

‘I would have thought you were cuter, Tegan.’

‘Now you’re just trying to make me flustered.’

‘Is it working?’ Nyssa giggled. ‘You do look pretty when you’re blushing, Tegan.’

‘Oh, ha ha…’

Tegan reached out and put her arm around Nyssa’s shoulders, pulling the younger woman closer to her. The Trakenite let out a happy sigh.

‘Thank you,’ Nyssa said, softly. ‘You’re so sweet, Tegan.’

The two walked in silence for a while, before coming to the end of the corridor. A large door -open- stood in front of them.

Nyssa smiled at Tegan, and the Australian found herself being pulled by the hand into the room.

*

The room -or laboratory, as it clearly seemed to be- was mainly covered in large work benches, which were themselves covered in all manner of scientific instruments. On one long wall, bottles of brightly coloured liquids bubbled away, as if on a slow simmer. Tegan bent down to examine one of them; even from a distance, it smelled vaguely of gone-off cheese.

‘Geez, what do you reckon all this stuff is?’

‘I suppose it’s part of the professors research,’ Nyssa replied. ‘If he’s trying to prevent diseases, then it would make sense to investigate animals with different immune systems to humanoid creatures.’

Tegan nodded, as she continued looking. There appeared to be two huge vents in the ceiling, one of each end of the room. At present, both seemed to have grates covering the entrance to each. Strange, Tegan thought. For ventilation, perhaps?

‘Bit Hammer Horror, isn’t it?’

‘Er… what?’

Tegan cursed her own ignorance.

‘Sorry, Nys; it’s a series of films on Earth.’

‘Oh.’ Nyssa said, with a nod. She didn’t seem hurt by Tegan’s forgetfulness. That she’d forgotten Nyssa wasn’t human, again. ‘Are they any good?’

‘The TARDIS probably has some; I don’t know if they’d be your thing, though. Bit scary.’

‘Scary?’

‘I… oh, I’m explaining this badly. Horror films are films that you watch to deliberately scare yourself.’

Nyssa stared at her, perplexed.

‘Why would you do that?’

‘Er… it’s kinda thrilling, I guess,’ Tegan replied, lamely. ‘And… well, when you watch it with friends, it can be fun.’

‘Oh, I see!’ Nyssa said, eyes widening with apparent understanding. ‘It’s an earth bonding activity, yes? Well, I’d be happy to do that with you, Tegan. As… as long as you don’t mind me holding your hand during?’

Tegan knew fully well that she wouldn’t mind that at all.

‘S-sure,’ she stammered. This was bad, this was bad. ‘I’d gonna go check this bit out…’

There was a portion of the room that was separated off from the rest. Almost like a bunker of sorts, with thick panels. The door stood open.

Tegan headed inside. There was a panel located just inside, looking out over the room. The panel itself was covered in buttons and levers, all of which seemed to be connected to different wires, that ran down into the ground.

TEST 3624 ENGAGED!

Tegan swung around, shocked at the robotic voice that had spoken out of the speakers set into the roof of the booth. The door slammed shut behind her.

Nyssa hurried over, and stared at her friend through the glass of the booth.

‘Tegan?’

‘Nys, there’s some sort of test happening!’ Tegan yelled, through the thick glass. ‘You need to find Brockenfeld and get him to turn it off!’

‘I will!’ Nyssa said, eyes wide with concern. ‘I’ll be back soon!’

The Trakenite hurried across the room but, as she got halfway to the door, there was a horrible… horrible sound.

The sounds of the grates being opened, as if automatically. The door to the laboratory swung shut. 

Nyssa spun round, confused, and her eyes met Tegan’s.

And then they heard it.

Out of one of the huge grates, there was a noise. It was low level at first, but it grew louder by the second, increasing with each passing moment. It was a ghastly, haunting sound. It was a sound that gnawed at the primordial corners of the human psyche. The sound that had terrified Tegan’s distant ancestors, way back in the mists of time. Of a multitude of animals all screeching at once.

Before Tegan’s horrified eyes, a black cloud of bats erupted from out of the duct. Hundreds of them, wings flapping wildly, each of them screeching at the tops of their voices. And heading straight for the Trakenite woman stood in the centre of the laboratory.

‘Nyssa!’

The bats swarmed around the Trakenite, who gave a great cry of surprise. The bats were so great in number that Nyssa vanished inside the buzzing mass of them all. There was a sickening thud as the Trakenite dropped to the floor.

Tegan cried, banging her hands on the glass, ignoring the pain that came with it. She had to do something! Her mind buzzed with terror.

Thinking widely, she turned and began to press buttons on the control panel.

TEST 3624 TERMINATED!

The bats fled out of the second shaft, leaving the crumpled form of Nyssa lying on the ground.

The door to the control room (as Tegan now understood it to be) swung open, as did the main door of the laboratory, and Tegan charged out, running straight for Nyssa.

Dropping to her knees, Tegan turned the Trakenite over. Was… was she…

Tegan’s brain refused to contemplate the end of that sentence. A universe without Nyssa was too horrible a prospect to consider.

Nyssa’s head lolled on her shoulders, eyes closed. Her face was horribly pale, but…

Thank goodness; she was breathing!

Tegan’s pulse calmed slightly, but only a little. Nyssa was clearly much the worst for wear, and she needed medical attention immediately.

No broken bones…no bruises aside from the one on her leg from where she had landed on the stone tiles… no visible signs of trauma…

Tegan’s eyes swept over her friend, quickly assessing the situation.

Unfortunately, maybe a little too quickly.

Because, as she checked Nyssa’s breathing, Tegan failed to notice the marks. Barely visible, just under the collar of Nyssa’s shirt, were several bite marks in the white flesh of her neck.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thanks for reading, everyone; hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my spooky Halloween fic! I did promise a fang-tastic October, after all!

[castlebyersafterdark]

'Look at him compared to all the skaters at the roller rink in particular because I think that's the most poignant moment to demonstrate all this.'

omg youre so right, and we're totally gonna revisit will at the rink arent we? i have a feeling we will. it's gonna be torture for him, either him standing still frozen just watching el suffer - maybe vecna even taunts that will enjoyed that after the day he had - or bad memories of similar humiliation from bullies and perhaps his dad. the ol' billy and will link, bad dads and homophobic bullies.

you nailed it with why will is the quintessential 'other' character for the normal side, while el is our 'other', alien rep for the supernatural side of things. you said 'he's neat and tidy, his clothes are often tighter.' and yeah! i always thought it was cos he's wearing jon's hand me downs that don't fit, but i think youre right and it's a combo of all this stuff. will's outsiderness is - instead of wacky and wild and big like so many others like eddie for example - the fact that he pares himself back, makes himself smaller and tidier with neater edges. he basically tries to take up as little space as possible in the world, and even his clothing portrays that self-restriction with it's tightness. fantastic visual storytelling.

it also adds to the queer reading so well, and i've gotta say that your description reminded me of s1 mike too. when the show came out everyone loved dustin's cap and lucas' shearling jacket, but no one mentioned mike's dorky preppy beige jacket or his stripy green ringer tees because they just werent iconic enough to be worth mentioning. but he was my secret fashion fav!!! cos to me, mike was THE nerd of nerds for s1. the king nerd. his style only became harder and harder to read as time went on, and i hope all becomes clear in s5 as to why! the cyan windbreaker shirt of s4 is most inexplicable of all!

I'll be so sad if we don't get some really devastating flashbacks or visions that Henry uses to taunt Will, especially featuring that roller rink. It's such a good visual. You're so exposed out there, panic makes it harder to escape, he already stands out and it will be so much worse in a vision. The guilt angle, the bullying angle. And I know everyone hates Lonnie but I really want Lonnie back. We need closure even in just the acknowledgement of Will's childhood and what brought him to this point, he's been brought up in regards to Jonathan but not as much for Will. I think he should be.

the fact that he pares himself back, makes himself smaller and tidier with neater edges. he basically tries to take up as little space as possible in the world, and even his clothing portrays that self-restriction with it's tightness. fantastic visual storytelling.

YES! Just yes to this. Says it all. And Mike has always been my favorite in terms of fashion, too! Until Season 3 then I liked Will the best onwards. They both embody such great nerdy, retro style. They never seem too gimmicky where some outfits on some characters, while very in the era, do seem costumey rather than wardrobe? I don't really know what I'm talking about haha my fashion opinions are all over the place. But! Unpopular opinion: not a fan of the teal jacket from season 4, but maybe its because we're used to seeing outfit changes and I got so sick of seeing the Cali crew in the same stuff, even if it made sense in the plot. It just seemed jarring to have them all so covered up for desert scenes. I get the reasoning for Mike's outfit, showcasing color blocking and sharp angles as his theme, but it wasn't my favorite. Though, excellent hint with the triangle pocket. Which absolutely holds meaning since the jacket was said to be customized. That detail was supposed to be noticeable.

I know most of what we've seen from set photos only show the one or two outfits for everyone, but I think we've only seen stuff from the first few episodes so I'm hoping we get more outfits than that! It's so fun to compare and analyze the clothes and it really makes it feel like a lived in world and adds to character personalities.

[510amy5]

Chapter 19

Caroline was reminded that while her characters couldn’t deliberately deceive her, that didn’t seem to count for much when they were lying to themselves.

Poor Rosamund. She went for a few quiet minutes im the chapel before returning to her new husband (and all that entails) and Caroline is trying to tell her its ok if she needs more time. Rosamund can't face the truth herself though, let alone admit it to anyone else.

Robin goes to prod Leo into action (both literally and figuratively) advising that Rosamund will tell him if she wants to be left alone, but that he should at least check on her. This is good advice.

Caroline is stressed about, well everything, but especially work and talks to her mom about it. Her mom clearly wants to help as she offers (unhelpful) advice and buys her a little gift.

I found another one of those stripy shirts you like so much.’ Caroline, who now owned eight different striped work shirts and had given up arguing about it, just said, ‘Thanks, Mum,’

I do feel this pretty hard. Now my mom's advice is usually pretty good but sometimes she gets it in her head that I like something A LOT when it was more a nice thing to happen/receive ONCE. Generally it is just easier to say thank you than try to repeatedly correct her.

Back to Rosamund! She is heading back to the house via the gardens when she manages to interrupt an attempt on Leo's life. She alerts him at the last moment and runs to help while pulling out a knife.

‘How many knives do you routinely carry on your person?’ said Caroline, incredulous. ‘Clearly not enough!’

This is very funny and adds some much needed comedic relief to what has been a very heavy chapter. You keep stashing those pointy objects on your person Rosamund and don't let anyone tell you to stop! She gets injured but Leo takes the man down.

The man on the ground was screaming about Baron Mabry, about the queen, about fire and birds and cheeseboards

Lol cheeseboards.

Maybe, she thought, shivering and bleeding outside her children’s room in the dark of the night, I am not, in fact, fine. ‘Yes, please.’

YES!! Who knew the words "yes please" could feel like such a victory! Leo jumps right into action to help Rosamund and she actually let's him! Henry and I are both happy to see this character growth.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

An alternative review of GMMTV Live 2024 part 2

A list of the shared items of clothing that appeared in the trailers, ranked according to the amount I squealed when I spotted it.

6. getricheasy sports shirt

The first of four from Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist, this had its first appearance in Only Friends and was used in the promotional material for The Outing but I didn't spot it in the show, so I'm happy to see it again. Who knows if it will be used in the actual show...that goes for any of these items incidentally.

5. Blue with yellow detail knitted vest

I've had a screenshot of this vest worn by Thor since I saw it as Wednesday Club aired. I swear I've seen it somewhere else before but can't remember. But hence why it immediately jumped out to me in Perfect 10 Liners.

4. Green sports jacket

On to the second of the four from Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist, and oh to be Poon and be able to wear the jacket that our King and Queen have worn -> first by Namtan in UMG and then Mix in his glorious cameo at the end of Only Friends. I predict we'll see this again a few more times.

3. Blue with brown edging shirt

I was happy to see this one, another in Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist, because I had kept it in my mind since seeing it in Only Friends - as another potential that might get worn again. It's subtle yet quite distinct...and very much in a similar vibe as many other shirts worn by Force (and shared with Sea, Ngern, and New amongst others).

2. Red, blue, and green striped t-shirt

I'm impressed with my brain for spotting this one, the last from Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist, because at first it just felt familiar, and I immediately thought of UMG but I thought it might just be because it's similar to a few stripy colour shirts that Nanon wore. But I had a look through my screenshots of the series and eventually found it all the way at the end...

1. Ink's mustard knitted vest!

This one I could not believe. Never in my wildest dreams did I think we would see this iconic vest from Bad Buddy again. But here we are, on Mix no less in Ossan's Love. It's not something you'd expect to see on Mix...but then again I thought the costuming of the trailer looked a lot more 'quirky' than usual and very much fitting the kooky/slapstick vibe of the series. But honestly, this made my day.

[yourtouchismidas]

would love to see a blurb of adam’s conversation with matty if it’s not a spoiler! (i also just want to give him a hug)

Matty is drunk. So drunk. The red checked hotel carpet is moving a little below his feet as he walks down it, making him feel even more like he could loose his footing any minute. He reaches the hotel room. Slumps against it. Then turns around and slides down it, back to the door.

"Hann," he whispers. "Hann."

Nothing moves behind the door.

"Hann," he whispers again. Well, not a whisper, more like a quiet shout. "Are you sleeping?"

The door opens and Matty almost falls back with it but he catches himself. He looks up at Adam, tall and thin above him in a white t shirt and stripy pj bottoms, and smiles.

"You alright, mate?" he says, giving Matty a hand to grab to pull himself up.

"I'm sound," he says and follows Adam back into his room. Matty sits on the bed while Adam runs some water from the tap into a hotel owned glass for him. He joins him on the bed while Matty gulps it down and gasps after.

"You good?" Adam says, and Matty nods a heavy nod, eyes closed and then flops back on the end of the bed, long legs dangling over the edge of it.

"I think I need to sleep, Hann," he mumbles, "Sleep it off."

"Okay," Adam chuckles, and slides back under the covers, shoving his feet under Matty's head. Matty's mind has been spinning all night, thinking, talking to strangers, smoking, watching traffic, watching people make out in bars, laughing, dancing, moving. His heart beat, once wild, starts to slow. He takes notice of the quiet in the room. Of Adam's rhythmic breathing. Of the rise and fall of his own chest. And once again the thought he has been avoiding returns to him. Spotlighted. As if its the only thought in the entire world. The only thing that has and should have ever mattered to him.

"I'm going to be a dad," he mumbles.

Adam chuckles again, "Yup."

"I'm going to have a kid."

"That's usually how it works yeah."

"And she will be half me. And half her. Half perfection. Half chaos."

Adam laughs. "Doesn't sound too bad to me."

"It doesn't?" Matty says, rolling over towards him, crushing his feet in the process.

"No," he says, "You're alright, mate. We're fond of you. Your kid is going to be okay. Can I go to sleep now?"

"Yes," Matty says. "I'm gonna be such a shit dad."

"No, you're not."

"I am. You're all lying to me. Lying to me to make me feel better. How can I..." he gestures down at himself, his dishevelled shirt, his stained tie, "be a good father."

"You want me to tell you the truth, Matty?"

"Yes."

"Honestly?"

"Yes."

"If you keep acting the way you are. You probably are going to be a shit dad."

Matty is silent. A victim of his own game.

"Fuck you, man," he slurs.

"Look at you. You're off your face, sleeping on the bottom of your friend's bed, whining. I love you. I think you can be a good dad. But if you want to do this. If you really want to do this. Get your shit together mate."

"It's not that simple."

"It really is Matty, it really is."

[rogertaylorshbb]

"movie theater" roger Taylor fanfic {part 2}

smut* {I'm not that great at writing smut btw}

it had been a couple hours since roger gave you his number, you sat on your bed in your favorite warm pjs looking down at the paper with his number.

'should I call it, maybe I will seem to eager, but what if he thinks I'm not interested? did he expect me to call him tonight? what if it was a joke?' you thought to yourself all your thoughts racing. you hadn't been asked out by a guy for very long since your ex boyfriend.

you took a deep breath and decided to just call the number. you dialed the number and put the phone to your ear sitting nervously at the edge of your bed.

"hello? roger speaking"

"hi, its y/n"

"oh, y/n" you heard a sudden excitement in his voice "didn't think you would call so soon"

"oh sorry, didn't know when I should call you, just wandering when you would want to hang out"

"um, you free tomorrow?"

"uh huh, not really doing anything tomorrow"

"well, why don't we meet at the café next to the theatre, about 11?"

"sounds great!" you said blushing over the phone.

you both said your goodbyes and hung up.

you smiled widely when you hung up the phone, you were having butterflies in your stomach like some 13 year old girl, you never really felt like this before on first dates, maybe it was rogers good looks, or his extremely attractive voice talking over the phone.

*the next day*

you woke up at about 9, and got out of bed exhausted, you felt like sleeping more but you didn't want to look like a mess on this date.

you shuffled to your closet to check what you had. you knew it was cold out so you got a paif of your favorite jeans, a stripy long sleeve and a white jumper over it.

you got all ready, brushing your teeth and taking a shower before you put your outfit on. you walked over to the mirror looking at yourself, 'do I look to casual, maybe these clothes don't go together? maybe I should pick something more girly, yeah maybe a skirt, but its cold' there go your racing thoughts again.

"just shut up y/n, you look great" you whispered to yourself. you looked down at your watch, "oh shit its 10:50 I should get going"

you grabbed your bag and raced out the door you roommate standing there with a hot mug of some nice smelling drink, that you wanted to snatch as you raced passed.

"hey, where you going-" your friend mumbled but was cut off by the sound of the door slamming behind you.

----infront of the café------

you were infront of the café, rubbing your hands together the frosty air making your ears feel like they could fall off.

you looked around for him till you saw him walking up to you. he was wearing black pants and a white shirt with a cute red stripy jacket.

"you look nice" he said with a big smile.

"thanks, so do you, i like your jacket" you said a bit stunned by his energy.

he blushed and looked down. you then both made your way into the café.

-----in the café---

"shit- it was cold outside, nice in here though" he said looking over to you taking of his jacket.

"must all the hot food that makes it warm in here" you replied also taking your jumper off.

you took a seat near the window and began to talk. you both talked for a while taking sips of the coffee that was getting cold infront of you. you didn't have much time to drink cause you were talking so much.

"yeah- wait- I know- its hilarious" you laughed barley being able to speak, holding your stomach. roger sat across form you crying cause he was laughing so much,

as you were laughing a waiter came over to you, "um excuse me, we- we have a few complaints could you please keep it down or you will have to leave"

roger looked over to the waiter his face instantly changing. "are you joking, did-" he sighed "you know what, we were just about to leave"

he through the money on the table and quickly got up.

you both walked through the doors.

"hey we didn't have to actually leave" you said shivering from the cold outside.

"i know-just- just got mad, what do you wanna do now" he questioned looking over to you.

"well do you have an apartment..?" you said turning to him with a smirk.

he gave you a smirk back "come, follow me, its just up here".

-----rogers apartment-----

you looked around as you walked in of rogers apartment "nice place" you said softly.

"oh- thanks" roger said taking his jacket off and placing it on his counter.

"hmm, so- where's your bedroom?" you smiled at him.

he glanced at you and raised an eyebrow, "we dont need a bed" he guestered his head over to his counter, and you jumpred and sat on the edge of it.

he grabbed his arm around your waist, he hummed at you so close to him "your so beautiful, you know that, I couldn't take my eyes off you all day"

"hm, I can say that same for you-" you were saying but was cut off by his lips to yours. he kissed you fervently running his other hand through your hair.

you grabbed his back and he trailed his kisses down your neck. "fuck" you softly moaned as he kissed your neck. you took off your shirt and he trailed his hand up the side of your stomach. he took his shirt off and you kissed his collarbone making him slowly groan and your mouth against his soft but also rough skin.

he started to tug at your jeans, "woah, calm down" you chuckled. "oh c'mon, I need them off so badly" he smiled.

'well lucky for you I was just about to take them off"

"good girl" he whispered as he kissed your again

you took your jeans off and he followed by also taking his off. he bent his head down, kissing your thigh, squeezing the other one. you breathed heavily. he started to kiss the inside of your thigh moving his hand closer and closer to your clit.

you loved the feeling but wanted something else. you slightly moved away and looked at him "roger, don't tease" you sighed "just fuck me"

"oh fuck y/n" he groaned trailing his kisses back up to your neck and grabbing a condom from his jeans from the floor.

"wait, you had a condom I your pocket?" you laughed.

"well- I- I- yeah" he smirked as he stuttered opening it.

he put it on and slowly began to enter you "ah- god- y/n" he softly moaned as he entered you.

"your so wet" he whispered fulling entering you. you moaned loudly at him fully in you.

"you ok?" he questioned.

"yes, I'm- oh shit roger, just fuck me"

"if you insist he said as he pushed himself into you.

he began to harshly push himself into you fast, giving you no time to think and for your thoughts to race, all you could feel is a full feeling and an intense pleasure, you couldn't stop all your whimpered and moans from slipping out each time he pushed into you.

as you were dripping all over his cock, there was a knock at the door. roger tuned around shocked, "what the fuck? who-" roger questioned.

'um.. HEY, WHOS AT THE DOOR" he called out.

"roger" you whimpered, moving your hands around his waist.

he looked back at you wanting to desperately make you moan again.

"ITS BRIAN" you heard a guy call out 'and john!" you heard another softer voice call out.

"oh my god, are you kidding me" roger said frustrated with his head down.

"COME BACK LATER, IM DOING- SOMEHTING" roger called out angrily.

"but its an emergency" you heard a soft voice call out through the door.

roger looked at you with an embarrassed look on his face and eyes that said sorry, you looked back at him disappointed but nodded your head in understanding.

he quickly put his clothes back on and stumbled to the door. you grabbed your clothes "hey, where's your bathroom?"

"oh just right there" he pointed. "thanks" you said as you walked into the bathroom.

roger answered the door. "are you kidding me?!" he whispered but in a angry and frustrated tone.

"what?" Brian whispered back confused.

"oh my god-, I'm with- I'm with a girl you fucking dumbasses" he loudly whispered.

john snickered "oh sorry mate, didn't know"

"well what's the emergency?"

"oh, nothing we just made that up-" before Brian could finish roger shut the door in his face. he couldn't believe his idiot friends for ruining such a good moment.

as he stood his the door shut, back against it with his hair all messed up you walked out.

"round dos?" you said.

"yes please" he chuckled walking over to you.

the end!

@sarcastic-sourwolf

[crossedwiress]

what's ur ranking for calum's tour fits so far

okay so as a general rating i would like to award calum with a full 5/5 stars ⭐ he deserves it <3

first outfit would definitely have to be the santiago fit

i mean. come on. this fit is by far the winner for me. like,, arms out? with these pants?? the colour white suits him so well ??? also i really love these stripy socks they're so fun. they even match his shoelaces 🥰

more photos bc i will not be silenced loOK AT HIM

there's neck there's arm what more could u want from an outfit !!

2. annnd second outfit would be buenos aires (night two)

once again, he's fulfilling the simple criteria for a good outfit: arms out, with some fun pants. i kinda love how you can't even see his shoes in either of these photos but you KNOW it's the same white shoes he's been wearing almost every night <3 he is nothing if not consistent i'll give him that. also i would like to mention this COLOUR tank top bc green suits him. so. fucking. well.

3. third outfit! São Paulo babyyyyyy

all black is a LOOK and the white star ties in nicely with his white shoes <33

i dont know what else to say abt this fit other than if i could eat it i'm sure it would taste like cookies and cream, more specifically an oero, and i would thoroughly enjoy it

4. okay! now onto RIO !!!

green again!! this was very close to being third but didn't quite make the cut. fun fact this is the only show he has worn a different pair of shoes other than his white ones. like i'm almost convinced he just wanted to see if he could get away with having the least clothing packed for this leg of the tour tbh

ANYWAYS, as i was saying,, it's GREEN. green suits him a little too well and i think he knows it! pls observe the display of neck in the second pic here; not for any particular reason just bc i think he looks nice 😃

5. next up buenos aires night oneeeeeee

sorry i cropped ashton out but this ain't abt him

so. i've been calling this the farmer shirt since i first saw it, and i'm not sure what else i can add. he's giving little old farmer dude vibes! i don't hate it! looks kinda soft and cozy so good for him <3

BONUS:

i just think he's neat 😎 and this shows off his farmer shirt nicely, yknow?

6. last fit! Bogotá

what is this colour. why. i only have more questions abt his endless supply of near-identical shirts 🙂

okay FINISHED thank u for sending in such a meaningful ask jess 🥰 i can honestly say this has been a true star's wardrobe so far, i can't wait to see these bad boy popping up again the in the next leg of the tour <33