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bridgertonandchocolate · 16 days

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Top Polin moments from part 1. I can't put them in any particular order because I really LOVED ALL of them. Truly. But there is obviously a top favorite. If it's not everyone's #1 I don't know what you've been watching.

Carriage. Need we say more?! This is the top Polin moment of part 1. The way I finished the season around 6:30 in the morning and then proceeded to watch the carriage scene over and over for about an hour straight before I had to leave for work. They told us we weren't ready and they were right. I'm still not ready and I must have watched it hundreds of times. The rollercoaster of emotions from the anger and desperation to the despair to pure love and laughing together. Not to mention I think this has to be one of the longest Bridgerton love scenes (besides Simon and Daphne's honeymoon probably). It was the hottest make-out sesh followed by some special finger time I've ever seen. The way that you know they're both gonna be kinky too. The hair tugging and smirk. The AFTERCARE. Good god. I can't. It's fantastic. The way you can see in Colin's eyes that he's like "she's my wife now and forever" before he climbs out of the carriage. He's like maybe I should ask her lol. This will be my favorite scene of Bridgerton forever until part 2 comes out probably and then it might get topped.

Now in no particular order:

2. Cake. I really want to know what was going through Luke Newton's mind when he was watching her lick icing off her fingers. Because...the boy was hungry. You can't tell me he wasn't thinking about just how her mouth tastes but other parts too. You know he was. Also throwback to season 1 when Marina told Pen babies basically came from cake lol. And then Colin bought the same cake just to taste what she tasted and he LICKED HIS FINGER just like her and then looked at her. Like...bro be more subtle please.

3. "Shall we gallop on?" The two of them laughing together is something I absolutely ADORE about them. Colin and his dad jokes. I don't find dad jokes funny unless they're coming from Colin Bridgerton's mouth and obviously so does Pen. Even in the market when they giggle about their first meeting. PLEASE. Giving me life. The other two couples were too serious for me. This couple DGAF about propriety. Obviously.

4. Drawing Room Lesson and Cutting of the Hand. From beginning to end. Another rollercoaster of emotion. The fact that Pen no longer feels comfortable in Bridgerton House (like bitch you belong there don't even) to Colin's hand on her back. Had to rewind that a few times in the initial watch. And then he's setting the scene pretending they're at a ball and telling her to flirt with him. The eyes. A confession that's not really a confession from Pen. Colin rushing her out of the room. Her reading the journals (naughty Pen) and then we know what happens. He literally holds her hand. You cannot convince me he doesn't curve his fingers against hers to pull her in.

5. First Kiss. Perfect in every way. It's a moment I loved in the book and it was nearly identical and I loved seeing it play out on screen. The quick peck. The going back in for seconds and thirds. The hand lingering on her face. The way you can see he's fundamentally changed. GAH!

6. The Dream. I want to know what other dreams Colin's had because it seems like there was definitely more than one because he said he prefers sleep to being awake so....there's definitely more than what we were graced with. The way he pushed her up against the door frame. Good Lord Colin.

Honorable mentions: literally every other Polin moment. The savior moment with the balloon. The first lesson while promenading and then again in the market when she thinks she can't be taught and he's like "you already know what you're doing babe." Post kiss under the willow tree. Colin's conversation with Mama Bridgerton even though Pen wasn't super involved. It was magnificent. Colin getting interrupted by Debling when he wants to ask Pen if she feels the same way and he just can't help but stare at her lips and totally forget what he came there to do. Pen literally looked at him scared that he was about to eat her face. And then him sad and depressed watching them dance like he just lost his wife.

#bridgerton #polin #it’s polin season #bridgerton season three #romancing mister bridgerton #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #colin x penelope

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chrismcleanswife · 1 year

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Hiiii I luv your blog! I was wondering if you could do some hcs for mal, chris and Duncan with a s/o that has age regression and their little age is about 3-5ish if u dont know what agere is look it up im bad at explaining. Ok byeeeee

🐠🎀 𝐌𝐚𝐥, 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫! 🎀🐠

(ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ'ꜱ ʀᴇɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀɢᴇ ɪꜱ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 3-5 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ ɢᴀᴘ)

A/N -> The reader's attitude when they are on their little space is based on my best friend's who's also an agere and also on some researching I did by myself, so sorry if this is not accurate in some point of the headcanons, thanks for reading ^^

♥🔥🄼🄰🄻🔥♥

♥🔥 -> Despite him being a full-on maniac with other people, with you, his beautiful partner is definitely more caring and calm, even if it's hard to see to the outsiders.

♥🔥 -> So, when you are finally able to open up to him about your age regression he is calmly telling you that he doesn't care about it, not in a negative way, but instead in a way of telling you he'll still love you and care about you the same.

♥🔥 -> Let's now move on to his behavior when you're age regressed, okay? <3

♥🔥 -> He is very gentle with his movements, not wanting by any chance to scare your little mind.

♥🔥 -> His resting bitch-face is still on but you can tell by his actions and body language that he means no harm, so you are relaxed on his presence.

♥🔥 -> If you like playing games when you are in your little space then he is all for playing hide and seek.

♥🔥 -> Just don't expect him to be all excited when trying to find you because he'll be rolling his eyes almost all the time and will walk slowly and with some sort of mumbling you can't understand lol.

♥🔥 -> He'll also be like ❝Oh, where'd did Y/N go? I can't find them anywere!❞ with the most deadpan face you'll ever seen and the most sarcastic tone of voice while you're hiding behind a lamp.

♥🔥 -> If you are more of a cuddly agere, then he'll gladly sit in the sofa watching the TV while you curl into his side, his hand sometimes going to ruffle your hair slightly.

♥🔥 -> If you draw or do little handcrafts when you are in your little space he will compliment them with a little genuine smile, and If you happen to gift something to him he will out your drawing on the fridge or put your little hand made gift on top of one of his bedroom shelfs.

♥✨🄲🄷🅁🄸🅂✨♥

♥✨ -> Chris McLean it'd be eh?

♥✨ -> We all know that he is internally a child and by that I mean that when you are in your little space it is going to be an experience to remember!

♥✨ -> He'll be grinning smugly while he picks you up and gives you piggyback rides (only if you are comfortable with that ofc).

♥✨ -> He'll also love playing with you.

♥✨ -> Nothing too much, but maybe a bit of tag or hide and seek.

♥✨ -> He'll probably get tired after 10 minutes or playing but at least he tried lol 💀

♥✨ -> He will play dress up with you and sure as hell will bring Chef along lmao.

♥✨ -> You will watch as the two of them get dressed like women and start chatting with that high-pitched voice and pretend they're in a tea party with you.

♥✨ -> The two of them will be having the time of their lives while doing so lmao 😂

♥✨ -> He'll also let you do his makeup.

♥✨ -> Please, and I insist, PLEASE use blue coloured eye shadow and barbie pink lipstick, you can also add rimmel and brush.

♥✨ -> He will keep the makeup on for a long time, probably until he hears someone knocking on the door on smth, and then he'll rush to take it off in two seconds because he knows that whoever it is will tease him about it for EVER.

♥✨ -> He is also up to just get into bed and cuddle while the TV plays your favourite or comfort show for a while.

♥✨ -> He'll probably be reading stuff on his phone or chatting with Chef but he will pay attention if you ask him to.

♥🍏 🄳🅄🄽🄲🄰🄽 🍏♥

♥🍏 -> Okay, this boy is definitely more laid back than Chris but not as deadpan as Mal.

♥🍏 -> He would love to play hide and seek with you.

♥🍏 -> Like LOVE.

♥🍏 -> But, you know, not the classical version, that one version in which you play with the lights off.

♥🍏 -> Of course if that makes you scared he will stop.

♥🍏 -> But if you enjoy it then he will gladly seek for you in the house and then yell "boo!" when he finds you, tuckling you in his arms.

♥🍏 -> If you want, he can take you to the nearest park so you can play in the swings or enjoy yourself in the monkey bars.

♥🍏 -> If there is any food you like especially he will try and make it, or buy it in case it's a sweet/pastry/dessert, and you both will enjoy it after lunch.

♥🍏 -> If you are a more calm agere, then he'll gladly put a blanket on the living room floor and lay there with you.

♥🍏 -> You two can play palm/clap games if you like them!

♥🍏 -> If you want to sleep then he'll gladly tuck you in bed and then get in with you.

♥🍏 -> He'll probably rest as usual, his arms above his head in a comfy way, and you can curl up to his side resting your head on his chest if you want.

♥🍏 -> He can also tell you stories from when he was in JUVIE, obviously changing the dark/gory parts and changing the context slightly so you think it's just a very unusual and funny fairytale.

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ecto-gorper · 3 months

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Hi Hi!!! Me again (Bive and pilby reqs)! sorry for so many reqs i js LOVE your writing, i was wondering if we could get a Mach x reader eho’s just really good at obbies? like could usually beat the Hall of’s really quickly

(Also could i be 🎩 anon?)

🎩 mach/reader who is insanely good at obbies!

yesss ofc!! thank u for being my first emoji anon this is a big win for gorp nation and dw about all the requests i love writing all of them!!! especially the mach ones!!!

before you two started dating mach really set you up for a challenge. noticing how efficient you were at completing each and every one of her torturous little competitions, she decided you needed something harder to match your skill level. which, of course, you shredded that completely.

you were typically one of the last few (if not only) people alive so it didn’t draw much attention from the others in the elevator when mach pulled you aside for juuuust a second to congratulate you on successfully being able to survive multiple rounds in a row, somewhat inflating your ego by asking you what your secret trick was

this little moment led to frequent hangouts with mach where you were able to see the entire control room and mach’s upcoming obbies, which let you have a bit of an upper hand on the other contestants lololol (shh... they don’t have to know...)

mach can read you like a book. before you even realized you had feelings for her, she KNEW. although she still doesn’t really go easy on you considering your ability to hold your own, she always makes sure you’re okay

this girl is powerful— we ALL know this, it’s not a secret. that being said she’s not impressed by much. but one thing she is impressed by? you. not only that, she’s super proud of you, and will let you know after each completion (or not) of the obbies. even if you fail, her feelings never waver

definitely takes your personal opinions into account when making new obbies. you know a way to make it harder? a fun new mechanism? ANYTHING with fire? god please tell her and she’ll make it happen. while she’s very decisive and prefers to work alone your input means the WORLD to her

mach allows you to test run unfinished courses she makes. or she’ll just make one up for fun so you have something to do and hone your skills— if you want, there’s no rush. mach prioritizes your health, both mental and physical, above all else! she’s just very excited having someone like you around lol

#regretevator #regretevator x reader #roblox #roblox x reader #mach #mach regretevator #mach x reader #mach regretevator x reader #🎩 anon

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ctitan98official · 4 months

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Alcina’s long lost child AU: Y/N is an emotionless soldier for B.S.A.A. part 2

Sorry this one took me so long to get out! I was having trouble deciding where I wanted to go with the story, but here’s what I got lol. Read the last part here! Let’s get into it!

You and Chris make your way up the mountain in relative silence, however, he can see that you’re clenching your jaw and repeatedly balling up your fists. You look incredibly tense.

“You okay, kid?” He asks.

You grit your teeth. Shit. Chris can tell you’re stressed. You don’t want him worrying about you, he’s got enough on his mind. “Fine,” You bite out, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself.

Chris is skeptical, but decides not to press you. He truly thinks of you as his own child and it hurts that he doesn’t know what to say to make things better. “Alright. Let me know if you need to talk, yeah?” He asks.

You nod stiffly at him, not wanting to speak anymore. You just want to finish this mission and get the fuck out of this place.

You two finally make it to the castle’s grand doors and Chris knocks, hoping someone in this enormous building will be able to hear him.

Just when he is about to knock again, the doors creak open and a small women in an old-fashioned maid’s uniform greets you… Before gasping and shrinking back when she sees you and Chris.

It’s an intimidating sight, to be sure. Chris’s imposing stature combined with your intense, but hollow, stare… Not to mention the heavy weaponry your both carry. The little maid gulps nervously at both of your appearances. “C-can I help you?” She asks timidly.

Chris answers calmly, trying to put the young woman at ease. “We’re not here to cause any trouble. We just… Need to talk to whoever is in charge here,” He tries to explain.

The maid perks up at this. “Oh… Then you must be looking for Lady Dimitrescu,” She tells him.

You and Chris look at each other in confusion.

“The report we got never mentioned anyone named Lady Dimitrescu,” You say.

The maid inwardly shivers at your cold voice. She finds you much scarier than Chris.

Chris sighs and shrugs at you before turning to the maid. “I… Guess so?” He says, rather unsure of what the hell is going on in this village. Apparently, his intel isn’t very good. You two are pretty much on your own, it seems.

“Will you wait for me in the foyer while I inform her that you’re here?” She asks, gesturing to some plush seats just inside the doorway.

“Of course,” Chris says.

The maid nods gratefully at him before excusing herself.

You and Chris sit down.

You try to relax, but that warm thrumming feeling is now stronger than ever. There’s something about this castle that makes you… Want to stay.

Wait.

No! No, you don’t want to stay! You just made up your mind about it outside. You’re so frustrated. Your head is all fucked up and has been ever since you and Chris landed. You seriously think you might be about to lose your shit for the first time ever… Thankfully, though, the maid returns and asks you both to follow her. Alright. A distraction is just what you needed. You take a deep breath and trail closely behind Chris as the maid leads the way, staying vigilant for any signs of trouble. You haven’t forgotten your orders. This could all be an elaborate trap.

Finally, the maid brings you to an ornate room trimmed in gold. She shakily curtsies before leaving.

As you scan the room, you see the biggest chair you’ve ever laid your eyes on… And in it? The biggest woman you’ve ever seen too.

“Well, well… It seems outsiders have invaded my castle,” She says in a smooth and velvety voice. She stands and smirks, somewhat amused, at the unusual duo standing before her. A stupid manthing and his, admittedly adorable, lackey.

Suddenly, you feel a profound rush of heat engulfing your body, almost as if you have a fever. You also feel that now constant thrumming transforming into a peculiar tugging in your chest. Your heart stutters a few beats, making you feel dizzy for a second. You stumble a bit and Chris places a steadying hand on your shoulder.

He doesn’t want to say anything in the presence of this stranger, but you can see the worry in his eyes.

You take a deep breath and nod at him, silently telling him you’re okay. You realize that what’s making you want to stay in this damn village… Is this woman.

You’ve never met her before and yet… She’s all you can think about at the moment. The tugging in your chest… It’s trying to lead you to her. But, you stubbornly refuse. You’ve never needed anyone before and you don’t now either.

Chris clears his throat before answering the tall woman. “Um… Apologies for intruding, er, Lady Dimitrescu, was it?”

Alcina turns to him with a surprised look on her face. “A manthing with some actual manners? Will wonders ever cease,” She quips.

You and Chris share a puzzled look at her reaction before he responds. “Well… Actually, my lady, we’re here on behalf of the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance. B.S.A.A. for short,” He explains.

Alcina’s eyebrows furrow at this. “And why, pray tell, is that any of my concern? Why are you pestering me?” She asks, patience wearing thin. She hates to be bothered for stupid reasons.

“We’re here to see if you’ll become a problem for us in the future,” You say in your usual monotone, your face stoney as ever.

Chris’s head immediately snaps to you. “C'mon, Y/N! Seriously?” He gripes, placing his hand over his face in disbelief. So much for being subtle. “I’m sorry, my lady. What Y/N means to say is-” Chris rambles on about ‘Strategic relationships’ and 'Alliances’ for a bit, however, Alcina’s ears perk up at what Chris called you.

Y/N…

She hasn’t heard that name since… She picked it out for her and Miranda’s baby shortly after they were conceived. Her heart hurts as she thinks about how she had to give them up. She just… Didn’t trust Miranda not to hurt them. She couldn’t take the risk. Her eyes flick over to you, studying you intently. You… Seem to be about the same age her child would be now.

Actually… Now that she’s taking a closer look at your appearance, she sees features of your face that are quite similar to hers and… Miranda’s too, if she’s being honest.

Meanwhile, Chris is still somehow droning on and on. It’s starting to get on Alcina’s nerves. “Would you shut your mouth for two seconds, you steroid-addled fool?” She growls and rolls her eyes.

Chris quickly freezes and shuts the hell up at Alcina’s admonishment. You swear his cheeks are red from embarrassment. “Sorry…” He murmurs.

Alcina looks back at you. “Now, what about you, little one? I want to hear what you have to say,” She prompts in a much gentler tone. It’s probably just wishful thinking, but… What if… You really are her child? The possibility exists… And she just wants to hold onto hope for a little while.

You’re silent for a moment, unsure of what she’s asking for. “What do you want me to say?” You ask.

“Well… Tell me anything you’d like to,” She says with a small smile… And then glares at Chris. “Why don’t you go ask my maids to make you something to eat, manthing? Leave the two of us alone to chat,” She dismisses and waves her hand at him.

Chris blanches. “I- But! I’m not leaving Y/N. We’re here on a mission-”

“I’ve got this, Redfield,” You say, now wanting to take the opportunity to learn more about this woman. You’ve become so curious about her…

Chris’s mouth hangs open. “A-are you sure, Y/N? I can stay if you want me to.”

“I’m good,” You reiterate.

Chris sighs. He can see you’re telling the truth. “Alright,” He agrees. “Just keep your radio on, okay?” He tells you.

You nod at Chris and watch him reluctantly leave.

Alcina goes over to close the door behind him and leads you to sit with her by the fire.

You cautiously sit down and watch her closely.

“Now… Tell me about yourself, little one,” She says.

Note: Talk about a cliffhanger! A very interesting conversation will happen in the next part… Hope you liked it!

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#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil imagines #mother miranda #chris redfield

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darling-wendy · 1 year

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kazurei clues part 1 (ep 7)

Now that the content of Mitsuhito Tsuji's twitter likes have been going around, I'm gonna start going through the occasions where I feel the writers were doing their best to throw out clues about what their intentions were with Rei and Kazuki. First up, because I've got the episode queued up to re-watch and because it's both (imo) obvious and subtle, are the ones I see in episode 7.

To start with, we hadn't seen Kazuki go back to Fairy Lips after episode 1, but this gives concrete confirmation that he stopped going. Of course, raising a young child is busy work, especially when you fell into it with no preparation or experience, but once Miri starts attending daycare, that opens time for him that he could've used with quick trips. Incidentally, we saw what his first choice was for relaxation.

He just wanted to hang out with Rei some more, how quaint lol. (There are several hours in-between them dropping off Miri and them going back to pick her up. I really, really reeeeeaallly wanna know if they seriously just sat in Kyu's restaurant for the whole day lmao.)

And this takes me to what Dorothy says next.

I can't quite make out the exact word she uses in Japanese, but let's assume it is indeed something gender neutral like 'sweetheart'. In the moment, Kazuki is focused on fleeing before Karin can see him, but once he's away and alone with his thoughts, this is what he zeroes in on:

That's what he dwells on for hours, all throughout the rest of his walk home, while doing household chores, at dinner, even during his talk with Kyu. His struggle is the way he's determinedly holding himself in the past because he thinks it's the only way to keep Yuzuko from slipping out of his memories. Being happy, being fulfilled by something else, would mean she's getting shoved out. But in that vein, the mention of having a sweetheart could (and should?) set him in a similar way. Yet they don't overtly go back to that. But they very much tossed that breadcrumb out there.

I'd argue that Rei is functionally filling that role (hell, the preview for this very episode had a back and forth between Kazuki and Kyu where Kazuki obliquely compares Rei to his mom friends' husbands 😭). Miri is the catalyst for the big changes in their household, but it's pretty notable that once he and Rei start raising her together, he loses the inclination to flirt and party with women, and is only shown to do it again while he's in the middle of a breakdown. He hollowed himself inside so as to keep Yuzuko tethered to him. The rush of gambling and partying at Fairy Lips only briefly and shallowly filled the void. But once he and Rei outright form a family unit with Miri, he starts to heal.

Also, look at this face and try to tell me that he doesn't "ironically" refer to Rei as 'hubby' in his head!

The shot preceding this had a POV gaze at Rei's hand over Miri's, followed by a pan over to Rei himself, asleep. The shot of Kazuki smiling all fondly lasts 3 seconds. That's a good amount of time there. I can't help but think the animators were drawing attention to Kazkui having a moment over Rei.

#kazurei #buddy daddies #buddy daddies meta #kurusu kazuki #suwa rei #kurusuwa family

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blaaamboozle · 28 days

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Helloooo hi been a second sorry about that, I've been distracted with The Lost Boys hyperfixation I have and I've been making a little story about them, I also made them as ponies!! So ima post them probably later. And I've been playing Fallout 4 and Apex lol.

TW!! (Death and violence)

Anyway, here's is Aj and Pinkie! So their story is that Pinkie, Aj and Aj's family were Sweet Apple archers to celebrate Rainbow's welcome back to ponyville. Rainbow has been in the wonderbolt academy for a bit and today was the day that she was supposed to come back. But, they had a change of plans. An infected pony was running over to the farm, desperately trying to find help. Aj with her kind nature immediately tries to help the pony, taking them into a spare room into her house. Aj asked Pinkie to stay the night at the farm, noticing how sad she was that Rainbow didn't come today. Aj and Granny Smith were taking care of the infected pony, not knowing that the virus broke out. Granny was a little confused and worried, not knowing what this black substance was on the pony. Aj decided to tell her siblings and Pinkie not to disturbed the sick pony, also not wanting to get them sick. Later that night Aj woke up by screaming and wrestling. Aj quickly got up onto her hooves and ran down the hall, it was from the spare room. Once Aj got to the door, it was slightly open and she could hear crying and groaning. She opens the door and notices that the infected pony was bandaging on the wardrobe, trying to break it open. Aj tried to talk to the infected pony, but she didnt see until it turned around. It was disgusting, rotting from the inside out, and black liquid paint the fur of the pony and spread across the bed and walls. The cry yelled out for Aj, it was Apple bloom. Without thinking, Aj immediately tackled the infected pony. She moved the pony and herself away from the wardrobe so Apple bloom could get away. With all this commotion, Pinkie and Big Mac immediately ran out of their rooms and watched this infected pony and Apple Jack struggle. But what Aj didn't notice was that the way she tackled the pony broke her back leg. Besides, she was trying to stop that pony from biting her. Pinkie suddenly grabs the lamp that was on the nightstand and bashed the back of the pony's head, hearing a crack. The infected suddenly collapsed ontop of Aj, the black liquid slowly pouring out of the wound. Pinkie suddenly drops the lamp and began to panic before Big Mac quickly rushes over to Aj and the dead infected pony-

Aaaannnd that's all you get, for now of course hehe. I need to write out Pinkie's and Aj's side of the story a bit more detailed. But yeaaaah still working on thissss I have a few more survivors I need to do buuut I do have Discord, Fluttershy, and Rainbow done!! I just need to draw Rarity and a few other's!! Then I can finally work on the writing portion!! Pretty excited about that part!! But I might post some drawings not related to the infection au for a bit just because I want to take a very tiny little break from it, i just wanna draw something different you know? Might still be ponies however/pos.

#mlp infections #mlp fandom #mlp infection au #mlp fim #mlp fanart #mlp #my little pony friendship is magic #mlp Pinkie Pie #mlp Apple Jack #poor pinkie she just misses RD

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sopuu · 10 months

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I love your art so much, it's such an inspiration :D

2 questions about your champion au

First of all, Who would Romeo transform into after he forces Lukas and Jesse to fight? I would imagine Jesse because he needs that sort of power to do stuff to Beacontown. I could be wrong-

Second, would there be a confrontation scene in your au? Like that one scene in episode 5, Lukas confronted Jesse. Would that happen? I'm curious because Lukas also got teleported to the sunshine institute.

ooh ok so for the first, romeo still turns into jesse bc as you said he needs to have jesse's status as hero in residence to have the power to run the town as he wants- but i think this impacts jesse a lot more than it did in canon bc it literally happens right after he goes through the whole being romeo's perfect champion hell. like imagine going through all that, realising you've finally escaped and reunited with your friends, just to get hit with another immensely stressful situation that involves not only your friends but also your townspeople and possibly the world? everything just keeps getting worse for him

also i have this scene in my head where after romeo disappears and drops them all to the ground, the gang rushes to jesse to check up on him. but all he can do is sit there with his head in his hands, shakily mumbling that he needs a moment while he breaks down a little and processes everything. it's like he took one step forward and two steps backwards. the weight on his shoulders just got heavier and he's the only one who can lift it, but he's just...so, so tired. (everyone sits by him during this, and lukas gently wraps him into a hug, rubbing circles on his back until jesse feels better. once he's mentally caught up on everything he perks right up and frets over them instead, espcially lukas since he just had to fight him. typical jesse :,) ) i have no idea if i'll draw this later though so i'm putting this out there in case i don't sdjghf

for the second q, the confrontation still happens but this time it's with axel and olivia who's formed the dead enders (or whatever team name you chose in season 1). just like lukas they did that in hopes to remind "jesse" of what they, and most importantly he was like before they had any sort of fame, when they were just a bunch of nerds from a treehouse. also i kinda wanted to give them a more prominent role in the story since they barely had any screentime in s2 lol.

the difference between them and the ocelots tho is that the two aren't really fighters- not in the sense of power but in the sense that they didn't straightforwardly rebel against "jesse". some passive defiance was definitely there like telling him that he's not doing the right thing, but they didn't form the rebellion team until romeo threw them into the admin tower prison. that was their last straw and the final proof they needed to see that the new jesse no longer cared for them.

oughh this got so long im sorry ghfdjk. tl;dr, romeo still becomes jesse, and yes the confrontation happens but with axel and olivia. the thing about this au is that the major plot points stay the same: they go to jail, romeo terrorises beacontown, they find the weapon, romeo gets beat down etc- its just how they get there that's different. i just really like exploring how one small change in canon events affects everything else :]

#something something the butterfly effect and all #it's fun to think about!#asks #CJAU #and ty btw! super happy to know i've inspired someone!!#and also thanks for the au ask too! ik i dont always post stuff for it but i think about it often #so every time i get the occasional new tag or ask on the au i get excited #bc seeing someone's still interested in it is very reassuring haha

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surveillance-0011 · 2 months

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Hey what if I *draws your alien that hates humans as humans* lol

These are all a little old (from jan-march) but save for giblets I feel like I’ve got everyone pinned down nicely. Notes under the cut!! Don’t repost, feel free to tell me what you think 💕

1-2: Krubis. I hope you see my vision here. Mostly just trying to figure out if I like this hair texture for him or if I go curlier. I’m set for his work outfit though and I like the idea of him wearing glasses or shades 24/7. But yknow. I think this captures his essence. This is the sort of person he is in my eyes.

The second doodle is kind of rushed but I think in a human au maybe he’d forgo a prosthetic in most circumstances. Hell I think if he can remove the drill at all in canon then he does so when it comes to paperwork and shit. I think he was born without the arm so hes learnt to get by without any sort of prosthetic. I need to do more research into the matter though

3: Douglas. The shorter cut is more in character but I do like the (VERY SPLATOON INSPIRED BTW) braid idea. I think he’s on the younger side alongside the Skrendels? But also he’s very baby faced I think. To mirror the whole “actually Douglas was the silly blue goober the whole time” thing

4: Dr. Giblets. As I said before this sketch is a bit old but I did touch it up. A bit too lanky his face needs to be rounder. I think he’s the oldest of the officers maybe older than Garm. Probably? Not by much. Also 5 Torg in the corner but I didn’t like how she came out so she’ll be in the next batch of whatever 💔💔💔

5: Angela + Jonathan in armor bc for a human/more anthro au I think they’d all have these helmets that mirror the one big eye(and headcanons for what happens when they argue: Angela mediates between Jonathan and Mona, Jonathan does the same when Angela argues with Mona, and Mona just straight up leaves the two to beat the shit out of each other then tearfully apologize .). Also nipulon weezer blue.

6: Garmantuous. Idk if he should be bald or not. Also like 40? Could be a bit older maybe even younger… extra eyes HAVE TO be plugs though I have decided on this. I feel smart for this.

7: more Mona ^_^ more developed sketch of the same hc that he just dips if the other two ever argue + fem presenting alt design + probably what went through his head by the time the BH took out his other brothers during the fight. Also his hair would be bleached blonde 👍🏼 but all the Skrendels have very dark hair naturally.

(On that note: as mentioned before Krubis’s hair is all grey now to mirror the drill. Douglas not sure probably brown or strawberry blond/gingery but dyed blue. Giblets. Uh. Idk it’s pink ish but that way naturally somehow and greying obviously. Garm also blonde but probably bleached? And like I said Skrendels all have black or brown hair but Mona bleached his and Jonathan dyes his hair every now and then

#gijinka #human au #high on life #high on life game #g3 cartel #Krubis #Douglas #the Skrendel brothers #dr. giblets #Garmantuous #my art

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sneezeplease · 1 year

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The warmth of a caring touch, and a hand to hold.

This sickfic just barely won the poll I had posted a few days ago lol. I'm working on the second one too! please enjoy about 1k words of Kaz/inej fluff because they are my comfort heterosexuals. ----- Kaz Brekker was fine. He was more than fine, actually, working on yet another time sensitive job. This time, their presence was required just outside of Ketterdam, and while the mission was done Kaz could tell no one would be able to make it back to his beloved bar tonight. So, they had walked into a hotel Nina knew never took names or remembered faces, getting three separate rooms.

Like their usual arrangements, Kaz and Inej took the same room. Inej was the only person that Kaz trusted to sleep next too, although he would never tell her that. She left to talk to Jesper only minutes ago, giving the put-together male time to recuperate.

He was trying to do so but felt too on edge. Locking the rooms door, Kaz took a deep breath that instantly turned into a crackling cough. His heart skipped a beat as he found himself suddenly unable to breathe, using a gloved fist to muffle them as his body shook from the coughs. Kaz had never been someone with a strong constitution, even if he tried to conceal all signs of weakness. Even once he stopped coughing, his head still felt dizzying and weak. Kaz fell onto one of the beds, his eyes closing for a moment. Everything was spinning around him, even while he was in the dark. — Click, the door swung open with barely any noise, signaling Inej’s arrival. She gasped as she saw the scene in front of her. The only time Inej had seen Kaz like this was when- he was sick. Probably for days now, considering how he dreaded illness so much. “Kaz?” a garbled groan was the only noise she got in response, yet Kaz turned and stared at Inej with one eye, the other still against his pillow. “Inej,” his voice sounds like a whimper, weaker than she usually hears it. The woman rushes to his side, using the back of her hand to check Kaz’s forehead for fever. His forehead was hot enough that she hisses as she pulls back, now looking for his usual waterskin.

“You look horrendous,” She says, trying to lighten the mood. Kaz tries to answer, but instead his face warps. “Hehhhhh’tshhhhhh! Ehhhh’kchuhhhhh!!” He only sneezes in doubles whenever he has caught a bug from someone, and Inej knows he wouldn’t sneeze like that unless he is too delirious to care about getting her sick.

“Ghezen,” Grabbing a handkerchief from Kaz’s own jacket, she brings it up to his face. “Try to blow your nose,” Inej can tell that the man is falling asleep, but he does attempt a weak blow for her. She puts the handkerchief back on the nightstand, and is preparing to change herself when Kaz coughs lightly, then tries to speak.

“Inej, I can move-” he trails off, nose still giving him hell for a few seconds but failing to build into a real sneeze. “Can we sleep next to each other?” usually Kaz is much too reserved to ask such a question, even though they have been romantically engaged for months now.

The sweet, innocent question draws a smile out of her. “Of course Kaz,” she moves the beds together after changing into sleepwear, a long dress that is lighter than her usual clothes but still lets her react in case of someone attacking in the middle of the night. It had taken her a long time to be comfortable with sleeping next to anyone, but they had done this enough exhausted nights for her to be so very happy here.

Kaz’ eyes are still closed as she slips into bed next to him, being the big spoon as she protects Kaz with her own body. The last thing Inej hears as she drifts off to sleep is the smallest snuffles possible, his snores sounding extremely stuffed-up.

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It is early morning when Kaz wakes up next. There is a small amount of dreary sunlight coming into their room. He realizes that the room has been changed while he was very out of it, but he also realizes that there is very familiar arms holding him in place. Inej. she must have come in while he was passed out on top of the sheets, helping him into bed.

As much as he loves her warm touch, his nose and throat is already starting to itch. There is no rest for the wicked, after all.

“Uehhhhhh’kshht!! Uhhhhh’tchushhhh!!” Kaz stifled the first sneeze with his thumb and forefinger, but the second sneeze managed to escape his hold. They did nothing to help the tickle, instead shifting the congestion in his nose and making it so much worse. His breath caught harshly again, causing Inej to stir. “Heahhhhhhh–tchushhhhh!! Ahhhhhhhh’pshiewwww!!” the last sneeze was undeniably loud, causing Kaz to wince. His headache wasn’t worsened from the sneezes, but they caused his already weakened voice to rebel against his own throat.

“Kaz? How do you-” Inej was cut off by choked off coughs, Kaz’s [I] ungloved hand cupped over his mouth as he tried desperately to muffle them. The assassin could see how panic set into his watery eyes as his hand moved away from his mouth, the coughs now significantly weakened. “Oh, angel-” her hands gently felt Kaz’ forehead before moving away. “You’re too sick to leave your bed,”

Usually, this would be the part where Kaz refused her. Where Kaz pushed everyone away to wallow in a sea of terrible memories, but he was different now. At least, he wanted to believe he was better, better than he had been before. In actuality, it was both Kaz and Inej trying to stop their terrible habits and learning to be more secure in each other.

///////// Although unplanned, the next two days consisted of the other crows all playing cards and screwing around. Occasionally, Jesper or Wylan would walk back up to Kaz and inej’s room, only to hear their quiet conversations, the snores someone made while sick, or soft totally not cute sneezes. They definitely didn’t gossip about the two, and if Inej couldn’t be a perfect wraith when they got into Ketterdam because of a running nose, no one mentioned it.

#snzfic #snz kink #snzblr #snz fet #both of them are ooc #but its okay because I love them #i kind of rambled through this but oh well

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leiawritesstories · 1 year

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Lights, Camera, Yulemas!

Written for 12 Days of Rowaelin, basically every day lol @rowaelinscourt and based off this prompt from @everenvacker

Word count: 2,865

Warnings: language, innuendo, flirting, slight hints of angst. also i'm not sorry for ending it there teehee

Enjoy!

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"Good afternoon, passengers, this is your captain speaking from the flight deck." The man's smooth voice cut through Aelin's concentration, and she looked up from her thick folder of notes, wincing a bit at the pinch in her neck from spending four hours bent over her work. "We have begun our final descent into Orynth. The local temperature is just about 8 degrees Fahrenheit, with clear skies and sun--though the sun isn't doing much against the chill, I'm afraid." A pause so the passengers could chuckle. "We're expecting to land in approximately twenty minutes. Flight attendants, final checks and prepare cabin for arrival." He put down the microphone.

Aelin stretched her arms above her head and closed her thick manila folder, tucking it back into her expensive tote bag--the only piece she'd ever designed exclusively for herself--which she stored in the lovely little closet space to her right. Ah, the perks of flying first class.

Directly across the aisle, a woman who appeared a few years older than Aelin gasped, clearly having caught sight of her tote. "Excuse me for my rudeness, but is that...a Galathynius?"

Aelin half-turned, offering the woman a smile. "It is! In fact, it's a custom one, something you won't see in any in-store or online collection." She winked. "Let's just say I...well, I know the designer personally."

Just her luck, the couple of sketches that had slipped her notice chose that moment to flutter onto the ground.

"Bloody hell," Aelin grumbled, leaning down to pick them up. "Pardon my rudeness."

The woman gasped, clearly having seen the sketches. "Holy gods!" Her eyes were wider than the plane windows. "Are you...you're Aelin Galathynius!"

Aelin tipped her head. "Busted." She tucked the drawings neatly into her bag. "Pleased to meet you, Ms...."

"Lyria," the woman rushed. "Lyria Frelau." She flashed Aelin a charming, sweet grin. "If it's not too personal, I actually work in the modeling industry--gods no, not as a model, that was never my path. I'm an agent at a firm in Orynth, that's all."

"Well, Lyria, let me tell you something--there's no such thing as 'just an agent.'" Aelin winked. "If I'm being honest, agents are the ones who make the world go 'round, as it were, because you help set up the people who walk in shows so little designers like me can get our work out to the world." On a whim, she handed Lyria her business card. "I'm releasing a Yulemas collection here in Orynth, actually, and if you're interested, please do give me a call." She grinned. "I'm sure I can find you a few tickets."

"Oh my--I--" Lyria accepted Aelin's card, incredulous. "Gods, thank you so much!" She beamed. "If it's not too much, I will certainly be interested in this show of yours--oh gosh, I can hardly believe it!"

Aelin grinned, settling back into her seat. "From one person in the industry to another, that's all."

In the whirlwind that swept her up almost the second she walked out of Orynth International Airport, she nearly forgot about Lyria.

Until the agent with the sweet smile turned out to be just the woman she needed to save the unexpected catastrophe that threatened to ruin her whole entire show.

"He what?" Aelin all but shrieked, her pulse spiking as high as her stress level. "Go--fucking gods, NOW?"

"I'm so sorry, Ae!" On the other end of the phone, Lysandra was trying her absolute utmost to placate her dear friend. "Shit, I didn't know until the goddamn hospital called, saying Fen was out."

"Again. Fuck!" Aelin raked her hands through her loose hair, sending the shoulder-length golden blonde strands into disarray. "Fen's my core male model, Lys, what the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Hold on a sec--" Somewhat muffled, Lys's voice barked orders at whoever was close by in the office, probably trying to find any of the understudies they might have. She was back a few tense minutes later, her voice tight. "Fuck, Ae, I'm so sorry."

"Just what I fucking needed," Aelin grouched. "Thank you, Lys, you're a superhero."

"I'll keep trying to find someone," Lys promised. "I just..."

"Hold on a sec, I've got a call incoming."

"K, call me back." Lys hung up.

Sighing heavily, Aelin accepted the incoming call. "Aelin Galathynius, what's your call?"

"Miss Galathynius?" Lyria's voice. "I really don't mean to intrude, not at all, but my agency just received a call from your office saying there was a last-minute gap in your model cast?"

All of a sudden, Aelin's head cleared. Or at least cleared enough to hear herself think. "Actually, yes, we do have a gap. Fenrys Moonbeam had an unexpected skiing accident yesterday and is unable to walk today."

Lyria cleared her throat. "Well, as it happens, we do have someone available here in Orynth." Rustling paper as she checked her file. "His name is...Rowan. Rowan Whitethorn."

Aelin's brows furrowed. "I'm not sure I've ever heard that name before, is he new?"

"New to major designer shows, yes," Lyria confirmed. "He's walked in smaller shows for a few years, done a lot of work for brands and magazines, mostly in menswear and cologne."

"Ah. Worlds I don't keep up with as much as I should." Aelin thought for a brief moment. What the hell, he's here and he's male and I need a male model right the hell now. "Lyria?"

"Yes?"

"Send him over. I'll give you the address; if he could be here as soon as humanly possible, that would be amazing."

"Of course!"

"Thank you so much," Aelin breathed. Then she rattled off the address and hung up, barely even noticing that Lyria was halfway through one last note.

"...Rowan's not much of a Yulemas person, though."

Chaos.

Everything was chaos.

And Aelin was very much part of the chaos, running from station to station, model to model, team to team, checking hair and makeup and the lineup and going over any last-minute notes she had. All while distracting herself from checking the door every three seconds to see if the model Lyria said she would send--Regan? Ronan? Roger? What was his damn name again?--had shown up.

She successfully distracted herself enough that an assistant had to tap her shoulder to inform her that a Rowan Whitethorn was here to fill in for Fenrys.

Rowan. Right. Aelin strode over to what would have ben Fen's dressing area, flicking through her folder of notes. "One hour to runway, people!" she called. "Whitethorn, was it?"

"That's me."

For what felt like eternity, Aelin froze, sweeping her eyes over the sight of six foot three of sheer perfection in front of her. Then she cleared her throat, extended her free hand like the businesswoman she was, and shook hands with the model. "Aelin Galathynius."

"Pleasure to meet you, ma'am." Rowan's handshake was as firm as the defined muscles carving every inch of his body.

"Don't ma'am me, it makes me feel ancient," she laughed. "Right. Fenrys Moonbeam was supposed to walk the core male position today but is currently incapable of walking. So. How much runway experience do you have, Mr. Whitethorn?"

"Rowan, please, and not much. I've done a lot more with campaign shoots, magazines and all that fun shit. I have walked in a few Fashion Weeks, but that's about it as far as major runway shows go."

"I see." Aelin scribbled a few things on her notes. "Well, something is always better than nothing." She nodded at the stylists and dressers, who went right to work with Rowan's appearance, tousling up his silvery hair--a unique color, Aelin observed. Casually observed.

Not like she was ogling the man.

"Good news," the dresser murmured to Aelin. "He's just about the same measurements as Fen."

"Finally, some good luck," Aelin muttered, half under her breath. "Great, let's see if we need any alterations done."

When the wardrobe people wheeled in the rack of outfits, Rowan's posture stiffened, his spine solidifying into steel. Aelin's keen glance didn't miss the shift. "Are you alright, Rowan?"

"Fine," he bit out.

"Rowan." She placed herself in front of him, folded her arms, and leveled a flat stare at the man. "Truth?"

He met her stare with one of his own, a current of wrath simmering beneath his flat glare. "A Yulemas collection?"

"I thought Ms. Frelau or whoever your agent is would have informed you of that." Aelin's brows knitted. "Didn't they?"

Rowan shook his head. "Nobody did. Just told me to get here ASAP."

"Damn industry," Aelin grumbled. "Yes. A Yulemas collection. My first solo clothing line, in fact."

"Congratulations," he returned, something resembling actual warmth in his tone.

"Thank you." She arched one brow. "Nothing I have for you is ostentatious, I promise. I'm not that kind of designer."

Thank the gods," he deadpanned. "One less godawful tinsel-tree contraption to haunt the stores."

"Oh, you're a funny one," she snarked right back. "I'm sure the audience will be entirely captivated by you regardless of the clothing, Whitethorn. In fact, I'm half-tempted to send you to the runway with just your skin and your sass; you'd charm the pants right off half the crowd at least."

His lips flattened, laughter forcibly pressed back. "Funny."

"I know." She winked. "Right, let's see the outfits."

Rowan Whitethorn was completely and utterly fucked. Had been since he walked into the Yulemas explosion of the Galathynius show's backstage area to realize that he'd been called into a huge blaring show of everything he couldn't stand. Had been even more fucked when he met Aelin Galathynius, the designer, and very quickly discovered that he would have to keep a constant sad-puppy image in his mind lest he walk onto the runway standing upright, as it were.

But this was a godsdamn Yulemas show. A Yulemas collection. A whole lineup of clothing that represented everything Rowan hated about the winter season.

How the hell was he going to make it through?

He had to admit Aelin was telling the truth--none of the clothes that were rapidly pulled on and off his body were terribly ostentatious. In fact, they were really rather tasteful and beautifully designed, even if almost everything was in a color palette of greens, reds, ivory, gold, silver, and white. Holiday colors.

Colors he refused to admit were actually quite well suited to him.

Aelin, though, spoke her mind freely. "Well, sign me the hell up," she smirked, appraising him with her glance.

Gods roast him, Rowan wished that glance was her hands. Or even better, her tongue. Not that he would ever do something as completely inappropriate as fantasize about a woman he hardly knew...right?

Aelin smacked her lips. "I was right about that gorgeous ass of yours, Whitethorn. Every lady in the audience is going to be having some wonderful dreams tonight, oh yes."

"Galathynius," Rowan groaned, tipping his head back and screwing his eyes shut in discomfort. "Why?"

She chuckled. "I have a penchant for teasing people when I'm stressed, so forgive me if I've said anything wrong."

"'S'fine," he mumbled, beyond thankful for the runway makeup hiding his violent blush.

"Good." And Aelin whisked out of his dressing room, calling out that there were only five minutes to showtime.

Hell.

Just like that, the nerves exploded in Rowan's stomach. He looked at himself in the mirror, stared at the deep-red, fitted trousers, the partially unbuttoned off-white shirt, the casually festive tie hanging loose around his neck, and he felt faintly sick. That tended to happen when he had to face the flashy glamor of Yulemas.

"You'll do wonderfully." Unexpected, Aelin's voice broke into his reverie.

He whirled around. "What?"

"You'll do just fine, Rowan," she repeated. "I know you will."

"Hope so," he muttered. "Goddamn Yulemas memories."

If Aelin heard--which she most likely did--she said nothing, just adjusted the artfully tousled fabric of his shirt and patted his shoulder. "Oh! We almost forgot." She grabbed something off the table behind Rowan. "Give me your hand."

A little confused, Rowan held out his left hand. Aelin swiftly looped a small strand of multicolored lights around his wrist--a holiday decoration. "Every model is wearing one of these bracelets," she explained. "It's the little thing that's going to run through the whole show."

"Oh." He rolled his wrist around a bit, getting used to the lights. And forcing away everything those Yulemas lights brought to mind. "I like the idea, it's a nice touch."

"Us designers have to have those nice little touches." Aelin eyed him once more, obviously satisfied for how she nodded. "Queue up, Whitethorn. And don't worry, the show will be over before you know it."

Aelin was right--the show did go by in a hazy blur, and before Rowan knew it, he was standing in the wings waiting for his signal, clad in his final outfit of the show. And of course, of fucking course, this last outfit would have been the one that most made him want to crawl into the ground and hide.

The suit (should he even call it that?) wasn't awful, just...green. Festive holiday green. And the suit jacket's lapels were embellished with shimmering silvery fabric. And there was a sprig of mistletoe, of all things, tucked into the breast pocket.

Oh, and he was conveniently shirtless.

It was far, far worse than the magazine shoot he'd had to do last Yulemas, where he was dressed in fitted red velvet pants, a very tight matching jacket, and a Santa hat and been subjected to three whole hours of giggling little jokes about Santa being caught looking like a whole snack. Whatever the hell that meant.

Jaw locked, he ignored yet another snicker from his left as someone else passed by and ogled him. He really didn't know why everyone seemed so obsessed with his shirtless-ness; for the gods' sake, being physically fit was part of his job description.

"Annoying, isn't it?" Aelin's voice unexpectedly sounded near his side.

"Awful," he muttered.

She snickered quietly. "Well, you only have to wear this for about ten more minutes, and then never again."

"Thank the gods," he grumbled. "No offense to you, of course, the designs are phenomenal."

"You flatter me." She flashed him a quick, genuine smile. "Wait--before you walk, I need to fix this." Rising onto her tiptoes, she quickly smoothed out the jacket and adjusted the mistletoe in his pocket.

Which oh so conveniently required that she teasingly pass it over his head.

"Look at that," she drawled, "guess we found the mistletoe. Pucker up, Whitethorn."

He didn't have time to choke out any response before her soft lips pecked his, barely there for half a second before she replaced the mistletoe, patted his shoulder, and giggled.

"You've got this, Whitethorn! Make me proud." And with that, she gave the signal, nudging him out onto the runway.

Rowan's brain completely stalled, his body moving on autopilot down the runway and back. She kissed me! his mind screamed, the thought incredible and overwhelming all at once. As that thought finally quieted, he realized something.

He wanted to kiss her properly.

Not that...not that he would ever kiss a woman he barely knew, much less the designer who'd hired him to model her collection.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Pull it together, Whitethorn! he yelled at himself. This is work, not a goddamn crappy Hallmark Yulemas film!

Along with all the other models, he waited backstage as the lights went down and the audience broke into waves of applause, calling for the designer. The lights rose back up and Aelin, after a few nudges from a brunette woman in a headset, walked out onto the runway, beaming and waving to the crowd's cheers. She walked back smiling giddily, an almost girlish expression that made her striking turquoise eyes light with gold. The models and the teams cheered just as loudly when they were all backstage, congratulating the young designer on a wildly successful first show.

"Stop it," she laughed. "I could never have done it without all of you, and you all know it. Congratulations, everyone!"

As she passed Rowan, he shook her hand. "Congratulations."

"Thank you," she beamed. "Couldn't have done it without you, Whitethorn. I'm dead serious." Then she winked, that gleam in her eyes going wicked. "Besides, who am I to resist seeing you shirtless?"

"Gods," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're bad, Galathynius."

"Oh, you have no idea," she purred, her voice dropping to a velvety purr.

Rowan was too stunned to form a coherent retort, especially when she threw him a smirking wink and a lazy, sensual grin as she walked away. Too stunned to retort for several moments, at least.

He was decidedly not stunned, however, when he returned to his dressing room to find Aelin perched on the stool, wearing a form-fitting golden dress of her own design, the glimmering material molding to her form like a glove, save for the deep slit running all the way up one leg.

"Ho ho ho, Merry Yulemas," she hummed, brazenly appraising his form with her molten gaze. "Lock the door behind you, darling."

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@morganofthewildfire

@backtobl4ck

@rowanaelinn

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@silentquartz

#my writing #12 days of rowaelin #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #model and designer au #designer aelin #model rowan #rowan x aelin #rowaelin fanfic #enjoy #hehehehehe

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savebatsartedition · 2 months

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Second to last old Scratchcraft fanart dump! (I think.)

(These ones are three years old I think.)

Scratch link: X

(More notes under the cut.)

Ack this season was awesome, I explain why this wasn't posted earlier a bit further down in the instructions.

Technically the sixth one but you get the deal by now lol.

Click or space to progress through the art.

If you think anything in this project is inappropriate, please tell me and give me the chance to remove it, I don't think anything is, but I don't have the best track record of being correct in that area. I'm not trying to have anything bad in projects.

Alright then, explanation time, I can't really go on youtube anymore, or at least I couldn't for a few months, so this fanart is a bit… uh, later than was expected I guess? Oops, it's not my fault though. (Ack season two started and I'm just over here-) This is kind of rushed and there aren't many drawings in it, but that's because I wanted to seperate the season one stuff from the season two stuff.

I- I think Drawception might have seriously helped my drawing abilities in the terms of backgrounds.

Please don't steal my art!

Now I've decided to write something for each drawing: 1: Storm taking off lol

Kenpo flying.

Storm with a sword and a trident.

Hm… I could really use a trident.

Fools… (Hunted hiding in the grass ft. really weird lighting.) I lowkey dislike this one a lot but it was funny.

I kinda hate this one too but they are fighting over the egg.

Mallon calling Kenpo to help kill Hunted, fighting over Mallon's stuff.

Same people as last time fighting in the background and Storm annoyed about the side of his shop blowing up. (I was too lazy to draw a helmet.) ALSO I know it was in a desert, I forgot but was too lazy to change it, sorry!

Hunted in his base just trying to build when the creepers attack.

"How Distressing," Mallon is in prison lol.

He won. :)

Kenpo and Hunted sitting in a pool of lava together. (Hunted's base.)

Kenpo I doodled because I felt bad for not drawing him enough in this one.

Storm falling out of the world.

Bonus Meme! … and that's it because I really want to share this project.

(More season one fanart might be in the next one, but I started watching season two, and I don't want any of that fanart in this one, even though I really want to draw fanart for that one already lol. Hope that explains the utterly sad amount of art in this.)

The people who made the 24 different songs. Scratch bitmap is the place I drew stuff. The Scratchers in Scratchcraft. @savebats (me) for art.

The Scratchers in Scratchcraft are these people! Their episodes are all amazing, and though I haven't been able to regularly watch them, I wish I could, and hope I can soon. @huntedskelly: huntedskelly @unknownscratcher1234: KenpoViper @Haunted_Enderman: StormLordZeus @Mallonations: Mallonations

#scratchcraft #mcyt #stormlordzeus #huntedskelly #mallonations #kenpoviper #digital art #traditional art

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goldenhourwriter · 11 months

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✧.*poe dameron x reader love life ✧.*

⋆ ˚｡warnings: allusions to sex, nothing too graphic, it’s mentioned in passing and in jokes ❥ talks of fighting and arguments

⋆ ˚｡a/n: i’ve been in love with poe dameron for years now, so this is mainly a treat for me lol

♥ poe dameron is the sweetest lover. compassionate, thoughtful, flirty, goofy enough to keep the energy going, but also he knows when to quit, when to be serious. but, of course, he’ll leave sarcastic remarks anywhere he can

♥ he asked you out in the middle of a battle, in the heat of it all. you were already the best of friends, partners in crime and in battle, always snickering sneakily to yourself after leaving a lecture from the General, while she pretended not to hear you with a small, knowing smile on your face. you two were in your respective ships, flying and dodging attacks. you had just let out a triumphant yell after you took down 6 tie fighters in a row after dismounting your ships on your planet, when he rushed up, slamming his lips to yours with no words. he whispered against your lips, “Maker, please date me already.”

♥ after that, things really went forward on their own speed. your first date was simple, but nice. just a drink, you two already knew so much about each other that there really wasn’t a line crossed, you were just you.

♥ he’s a big man on pda. he’s not jealous, nor possessive, he just loves you so, so much that he really just wants to show you that he’s not embarrassed about you. he wants to show you that he is not private about his love. but, he’s appropriate about it. but if you want something a little more he’d be more than willing

♥ his favorite physical affection is hand holding. but not like full-on. he’s totally someone who just draws random circles on your arms with his fingers during meetings, or having your pinkies intertwined. he’s also big on forehead kisses, giving you one every-time he enters the room you’re in, every-time he leaves the room, every-time you say something sweet or get particularly animated about something, or you could be doing nothing at all, mouth shut, and he’s just lean over and give you a kiss on the top of your head.

♥ he’d have the casual arm around you, his side slightly leaning into you. he even did this while you were just friends, so it’s more than second nature now. its just….law now. every-time you’re sat next to him, within reach, and when it’s comfortable, his arm is on your shoulders.

♥ kissing with him is truly an out-of-world experience. the light-hearted kisses are when you pull him in by his shirt to shut him up, him smiling against your lips, chuckling. usually, he’s still talking, until your hands get a little too close to a certain spot, then he shuts his mouth. but the stronger, deeper kisses? they’re slow. he’s a passionate man, with lots of emotion and lots of energy. of course he’s gonna show it to you! he’d devote every single fibre of his being to show you how he feels through a kiss. his lips moving slow and steady against yours, his tongue moving past your lips with an intent to explore, a mission to devour. these kisses are after a long, hard day, maybe a mission went bad, maybe you two had an argument and he just can’t stay away for more than hour, knowing you’re angry.

♥ this is mainly more for me, but here we go. eye contact with him is intense. he devotes every single drop of attention to you. even if you’re telling an awful, corny joke, he intends to listen. if you deem it good enough to say, then of course he’d listen. he cares about what’s on your mind, so his gaze never wavers. if you’re bad at eye contact with guys/people (like me, i SUCK) he’s give you a small smile when you look away, and he’d use a single finger under your chin to make you look back up at him, making you get used to his gaze. to his eye contact. people can see the most through the eyes, so of course, he wants to look in yours. your eyes are like the most beautiful galaxy to him, he could fly into them forever, and never feel the need to turn back. he’d be safe.

♥ he never doubted for a single second that you were the one that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. from day one, when you mistook him saying his name is “hoe dameron,” he knew you were the one. it took a few months, but he finally proposed. he proposed at a celebration of a victory in battle. he pulled you up on the bar counter, surrounded by everyone, and proposed with the blue ring he always carried since weeks ago. you, of course, said yes.

♥ your wedding was quickly planned, what with attacks from the First Order becoming harsher and more frequent, he wanted to get married to you as soon as possible. you still had a white dress, with a bit of flowery lace to match the scenery. he was in his pilot uniform, it was both very resembling of the both of you. simple string lights were hung up, it was at night, under the stars, and the entire Resistance came. obviously, there was no honeymoon, but the night of your wedding CERTAINLY made up for it

♥ you two wore your rings as necklaces, you were both pilots, there’s no way you can risk losing it in a glove, maybe you were taken hostage and it fell of, leaving someone to find it. that would leave room for them taking one of you and using you as leverage, using their only weakness. so, you guys wore them as necklaces, so they can be concealed at a moment’s notice, and it’ll always be next to your heart.

♥ fights are not more frequent, but they aren’t less when you two get married. it used to be small fights, usually childish. there was the occasional serious fight, but other than that, mainly harmless. but now you two were married. there was a lot more. you had made a commitment, a promise to one another that you two would always come home. so when Pow would try something a little too risky for your liking, you would let him know about it. and he would definitely let you know about his objections to it.

♥ when he argues, he argues. he’s a very passionate man, willing to stand up to the General if that’s what it takes. so, he’s stubborn. which, to a certain point, is a very good thing. but, when he’s paired with another strong, independent personality, it can get explosive. usually it starts with little stabs and sassy remarks, then it starts to turn to bickering, then arguing, then someone slams the door as they leave, because there’s no way you two would resolve it while in the middle of it. after a few hours apart, he would come back, put his hand on your leg in a comforting manner, and apologize for his behavior. he would shortly after give you a space to talk, and you would do the same.

♥ making up after a fight? he’s all for it. and it’s not just sex, sometimes that can get a bit old (don’t get him wrong, he’d always like you underneath him, but he doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea). so, he plans to take you out on dates, get you up in the morning just to cuddle with you, get you breakfast in the morning. some gestures are big, some are small, but they never go unnoticed.

♥ this man’s love languages are definitely physical touch and gift giving. he’s gift you a flower he’d randomly see on a new planet (full disclosure, he made you bed ridden for three days with some unknown allergy), he’d press tiny kisses to your lips, hands, fingers, shoulders, anywhere that was appropriate for the situation, and that is accessible

♥ you ended up getting pregnant…..while the first order was still under control. he freaked out, half overjoyed, and half damn terrified. what would it mean to raise a child while the first order was around? what would happen to the kid? he then made the vow to bring down the first order even faster

♥ really, you two end up settling down on a quiet, far away planet. you’d think he would like that, but he’s actually very grateful for the chance to just love with you and your baby girl, quiet, with no threats. just living his two best girls every day.

#star wars #poe dameron #poe x reader #star wars x reader #star wars x you #fanfic star wars #star wars fic #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron x y/n #oscar isaac #oscar issac characters #oscar issac x reader #finn x reader

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hattywatch · 2 years

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J. Vesey - July for the Whole Year 4

A/N: Chapter 4. Tell a friend to tell a friend. Comments, critique, and conjecture encouraged. Jimmy's looking so fine these days y'all. NYC agrees with him.

<< Chapter 3

March 2020

Jimmy: The season is going to pause, wish I was back in ny. We’d have nothing but time to catch up on GoT now.

Like I’d let you in my bubble.

Jimmy: Who are you kidding, I’m the best bubble partner.

No comment. :P

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April 2020

Do you have toilet paper, should I send you some? You never remember until it’s too late.

Jimmy: lol, my mom sent me some. Good looking out.

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“I’ll tell you when to hit play! Don’t hit it without me!” It’s makeshift for sure, but you figured out how to watch Netflix together over video chat. Everyone has been going crazy over this Tiger King show and there’s literally nothing else to do, so what’s the harm. You haven’t seen another human in about two weeks, save when you went to the grocery store to pick up some essentials for Mr. Callahan and he waved at you as you left the package outside his door. Even that was exciting contact. Plus you’re missing Jimmy extra.

“I cannot believe you talked me into this. This looks like the dumbest thing I have ever seen.”

His laugh, you’ve missed that laugh so much. Your cheeks hurt as your smile stretches, “I miss you so much.” You don’t mean the words to blurt out like they do; honest and out there for him to hear, read into, draw conclusions from.

Jimmy’s face is a welcomed sight, so your smile doesn’t even falter when he pokes at you. “Oh my Godddd. Shut up! You get to pick the next one. Probably going to make me watch something Boston, so I have to listen to that terrible accent for hours on end.”

______

“Yeah, me too. Like a limb,” his smile is a little soft, a little sad, but he’s Jimmy and he’s notoriously stoic, so he straightens up on his couch and grabs his remote, “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

May 2020

Who do we cheer for now, Brady, Kevin? An unknown third party?

Jimmy: I’m gunna flip a coin. Tampa looks good though, hate to say it.

Gross.

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October 2020

Jimmy: You gunna to visit me when the borders open back up? It’s pretty cool up here, I think you’d like it.

Only if you’re paying for Tim Hortons.

Jimmy: Not with this contract.

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December 2020

Jimmy: Did you get a package 👀👀

I have to check the mailroom when I get home, why?? Did you buy me something! 🙃

Jimmy: Maybe. Keep an eye out.

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As soon as you get in the building you rush to the mailroom and it’s there. A plain brown Amazon box, but when you open it, there's another box inside, shabbily wrapped in blue paper, tied in a white ribbon.

You snap a photo and send it to Jimmy,

It's here! Proud of your wrapping tbh!

Tucked under the ribbon, you start with the envelope, pulling out the Christmas card. It features a cartoon Santa proudly proclaiming "I hear there's some Hos in this house?" shaking a judgmental finger at the naughty list in his hand.

Jimmy's tight, sloppy handwriting covers the inside of the card and your smile grows, happy he thought of you enough to fill the left panel of the card entirely with a handwritten message.

When you finally tear the ribbon off and the paper open you're not surprised to see the bright blue jersey with the Leafs insignia on it. You are slightly surprised that Jimmy's name is across the back and his number is on the sleeve. You're warm to your toes thinking about him branding you in this way, even if you also have Kevin's jersey in the back of your closet and have never had a second thought about Hayes being stitched across your back.

(Y/n),

I thought you'd like this card, since I've seen your Spotify unwrapped and you've played this song more than any one person should. Freak.

Here's a new jersey so you can remember who your favorite player is. I had to change my number, which sucks, but I can't have you representing Philly. That's gross and blue looks way better on you anyway.

I know I said I couldn't afford Timmies on this contract, but here’s a bag anyway. Their coffee is really good and I don’t know when the country will re-open so you can visit and get a real one. I got you plain, French Vanilla is superior though. Even if you disagree.

We can’t have you embarrassing yourself at family skate again, so I hope these are the right size. Take them to the rink when it opens, have the blades sharpened and the skates baked. They’ll fit your feet better and they won’t hurt as much. Whenever I get to come visit we’ll practice.

Hope you like it, miss you.

Merry Christmas,

Jimmy

The skates do fit. He got you hockey ones so they’re chunky and black and not at all the sleek ice skating ones the rinks usually give you when you rent them. It’s so Jimmy that your heart skips at the idea of him spending time, thinking of a thoughtful gift, trying to figure out your damned shoe size, and wrapping the box alone in his apartment.

You’re not sure when you started sniffling, but the card is damp from the few tears that have slid down your face and you laugh in spite of yourself. The distance definitely hasn’t made any of this easier.

This is really thoughtful. I can’t wait to try them out. <3

Jimmy: You’re crying, aren’t you?

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January 2021

Jimmy: Did you listen to this new Drivers License song yet? Seems up your alley.

RED LIGHTS STOP SIGNS!!!

Jimmy: I’ll take that as a yes.

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The phone only rings once before he answers. “Hello?” His camera is facing the ceiling, so you can’t see his face, but it looks like he’s eating lunch.

“Watch Bridgerton with me?” it’s not really a whine, but it’s a little pitchy. He heaves a sigh and he picks up the phone so he’s finally in frame, munching on his pizza. You continue before he has the chance to turn you down, “Please? Everyone at work is talking about it, it’s only 8 episodes, please? You made me watch all those Ben Affleck movies last year! I barely even complained even though Matt’s the better actor.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m off Sunday we can start it then,” he tears into a piece of crust.

Smiling, you remind him, “You’re my best friend,” before you hang up and send him a calendar invite.

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March 2021

Jimmy: I take it back, you’d like Vancouver better.

Missing me, Jimbo?

Jimmy: Maybe

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July 2021

With restrictions eased up, you find yourself toying with the idea of a weekend trip to Boston. You’ve typed out about 60 messages to Jimmy telling him you may be in town, but you backspaced each and every one, because you’re a coward.

You haven’t been in the same state in almost two years, stuck video chatting during lock down, which has become a weekly ritual that you haven’t dropped since the world began slowly opening back up. Still though, something about seeing him in person has your heart rate picking up and your palms sweating.

In the end you sleepily reveal it when Jimmy calls you to say goodnight.

Your phone jingled loudly in your ear, you could probably put it on silent while you slept, but then you'd miss these calls, Jimmy's profile picture smiling on your screen before you answer and clear your throat.

"Hey," you sigh into your pillow at the content feeling that blankets your body.

"Hey, I'm walking home from the bar and I wanted to say goodnight."

"Okay, goodnight," you're quietly breathing into the phone, smiling to yourself at the sweet gesture.

He laughs, "ooookay, you don't want to talk to me? You already asleep?"

"A little, but I always want to talk to you." You'll be embarrassed by your admission in the morning. In the dark it's just honest and you feel light saying it out loud.

He's quiet now and you hear the cars passing him by as he walks.

"I haven't seen you in forever," he trails off and your decision is practically made for you.

"I'm thinking about taking the day off Friday and shipping up to Boston for the weekend, but the hotels are so much money" you're slightly more awake now, nervous for some reason that you both will feel differently in person since it's been so long.

He takes in a breath, "Do it. You can stay with me."

"Okay," it's Jimmy, it's Jimmy, it's Jimmy- your heart thumps. No reason to be nervous.

"Okay!" You can hear his smile through the phone and when you both hang up you slip easily back into sleep.

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Jimmy's laughter booms through your headphones, "What do you mean 'what if you don't recognize me?' We video chat like every day you know what I look like."

You're feeling silly and giddy and bubbly only 2 hours away from Boston according to your itinerary.

"I should like, bring a red rose like Lorelei and Rory do in Gilmore Girls, just in case. So you know who I am." You look out the window in the train, watching the landscape blaze by.

"Any excuse to bring up the fuckin' Gilmore Girls. I'm sure we'll be okay."

"I'm hanging up on you, you interrupted my music and now you're slandering the Gilmores. See you soon."

You cut off whatever he was about to say and hang up, cackling with delight as he calls you back immediately.

"This is (y/n), how can I assist?"

"I can't stand you. When is 'soon?'"

"Two hours. You better be ready to eat. I'm starving."

"Okay, soon."

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South Station is pretty empty, which you expected considering it's noon on a Friday. You try to call Jimmy but his phone goes to voicemail both times you call, so you stand and wait, knowing he'd never leave you hanging, so you find a bench and open your phone, scrolling through mindlessly.

Someone sits down next to you so you slide a little to the left without looking up wondering if you should call Jimmy again, but the person clears their throat and shoves a bouquet of roses at you.

Pushing them to the side you see Jimmy's smiling face. "I figured it's been a while, maybe one rose wouldn't do the trick if you forgot what I looked like."

In that moment, Jimmy smiling at you in a train station at 12 on a Friday, it takes everything in you not to lean over and kiss him square on the mouth.

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"So what do you want to do today?" Jimmy says around a mouthful of sushi. Between you and Kevin constantly shoving your rolls at him, he's by no means an aficionado, but he's come around.

"I don't know. Last time I was here we did a bunch of touristy things," you pause chopsticks halfway to your mouth, "Show me Harvard."

Jimmy's too happy to oblige.

The two of you pile into his Jeep and drive to Cambridge, stopping briefly to grab coffee. "I used to come here all the time," Jimmy places his order and lets you keep looking, "sit at that table and try to finish my papers before midnight. Is it weird that I miss it?"

"Not at all," you confirm. His eyes are fond and you're happy you're here to see this version of him. "Can I have the same?" You place your order to the young girl behind the counter, her glasses are wide and her chemistry book is sat next to her, pages face down, spine bent to save her place.

"You're going to hate it, it's sweet," Jimmy warns, but you shrug your shoulders and nod to the barista to continue making your copy of Jimmy's nostalgic order.

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You spend your day traversing the campus, being suitably impressed by the history and slightly in awe by the IQs you're surrounded by. The art museum is a particular delight- full of classic Van Goghs, Degas, and Stieglitzes, but also housing fine Japanese art, Buddhist statues, and textiles you haven't seen before.

He sidles up behind you quietly and you don't realize until he whispers, bent down and leaning over your shoulder, "Four years here and I never came in here. Kinda crazy."

Swatting him you answer, "Uncultured swine," and grab his hand to pull him to the next room.

It's full of earlier photography, and you stop in front of Stieglitz's The Glow of Night, depicting an empty street, glowing in the evening; only a few horse-drawn carriages sit in the distance under the glow of the streetlights.

"I miss New York," Jimmy mumbles under his breath.

Your eyebrows raise, "You're Boston through and through, I can't believe you just said that outloud."

He shrugs, "I love it here, I do. But I guess I miss the early years. Us and the boys, young and stupid."

He sounds doleful and it stings your heart. "I think we all miss that," you reply gently, hand looping through his arm.

"Do you think you'd ever move," it's close to the topic at hand, but a distinct deviation, so you think on it, staring intently at the photo in front of you.

"I don't know. A few years ago I'd have said never..." Jimmy nods, seemingly content with your answer, but looks at his phone and notices the time.

"C'mon. They're going to close soon, let's go home."

You're not home.

You're about 200 miles away to be exact, but it certainly doesn't feel that way.

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Sunday morning you're sat in a hole in the wall getting breakfast with Jimmy. Your train leaves in the late afternoon and Jimmy's trying to pack as much into the day as he can, so you appreciate the quiet time at the table with him.

He's fidgeting a little and you can't take it, a little on edge from the close proximity of the weekend.

"Just take the bed!" He's not shouting but it's definitely as close as you've ever seen him to being short of patience.

"No! You're letting me stay for free! I saved so much money not staying in a hotel, I'll sleep out here!"

Jimmy picks up your bags and tosses them onto his bed. "Night! There's clean towels in the bathroom. Shout if you need anything." He gently pushes you into his room and closes the door behind you.

His bed is plush and you snuggle in after huffing at your defeat, washing your face, and changing into your pajamas. You would have thought you'd fall asleep quickly, a long day of travel followed by a ton of walking typically tires you out, but you're in Jimmy's bed.

You're in Jimmy's bed and it smells like him.

You're in Jimmy's bed and it smells like him and you're having a crisis.

"Do you think you'd ever move?" His question replays in your mind.

A few summers ago you told Gracia never, but you're not so sure that you couldn't be easily persuaded if the right person asked.

"You're ignoring me." Jimmy flicks your coffee cup. The tinkling noise pills you from your daydream and you shake your head.

"Sorry, what?"

"I said," He repeats himself, "I'm a free agent in the fall… maybe I'll end up on the East Coast and we can do this more often…" he smirks, "you know, having breakfast and you ignoring me."

Desperately you wish you were annoyed at his teasing, but you can't find it in you, "That would actually be awesome. Is that a possibility?"

Stirring too much sugar into his coffee he looks optimistic, “Anything is possible.”

#christmas fic #jimmy vesey imagine #jimmy vesey fic #ny rangers imagine #ny rangers fic #hockey imagine #hockey fic #reader insert #writing #toronto maple leafs fic #vancouver canucks fic #mutual pining #idiots in love #idiots in denial

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osaka-lilac · 1 year

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okay i’m finally free and can do this tag game cause i was busy sorry for the wait lol

tagged by @killingevie @arodynamics-xo and @formula-red <3333 i love u guys

1. are you named after anyone?

yea! i’m named after my great aunt and she’s pretty cool and she’s super sweet. my full name is a different spelling of alison krauss, she’s a bluegrass singer that my parents like, bonded over. she’s pretty cool actually

2. when was the last time you cried?

uhhh probably when i was still getting over my ex and it was still raw. i got close to it during a rush at work literally today and i had like 5 orders to do alone and i got scared and i just like. profusely apologized for the wait and they were like “well you shouldn’t be alone anyways” and i was like idk sorry i guess

3. do you have kids?

no and i don’t plan to for a long time. i’m literally 19

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

not really? i’m bad with detecting sarcasm a lot when it’s subtle but when you do the whole fake voice thing, then i get it. idk if it’s just the social anxiety in me or what

5. what sports have you/do you play?

so i dabbled a bit in elementary school and middle school but sports have never really been my thing. i did basketball camps in elementary school but i was not good at it, and then i did volleyball camps from fifth grade to seventh grade. i was part of the volleyball team in seventh grade but i wasn’t good and i wasn’t like already part of their crew so i wasn’t treated very well. but i joined tennis in eighth grade and i loved it and i played it up until my senior year of hs when covid cancelled our season. i was more into music, i did band and played french horn in middle school, and have done choir and theatre from fifth grade all the way up to my senior year.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

i’m good at reading people’s faces. i can tell if someone doesn’t like me even by the twitch of an eyebrow. but usually i notice their eyes and smiles first. windows to the soul, am i right? i’m really bad at eye contact when people are also looking so it’s a bit awkward lol. i also love people’s smiles, and i’m able to match emotions p well

7. scary movies or happy endings?

so i used to be big into happier movies, like i would actively avoid movies that made me feel bad cause i didn’t want to feel like that. but once i took my film class in my second year of college i’ve appreciated movies that make me sad and uncomfortable. there’s so much i missed on by being afraid of feeling bad. i really enjoy psychological horror/thrillers, but i’m not into super gory or jumpscare-filled horror movies. think like full metal jacket, ones that make me feel scared in a tense way rather than just violence, although fmj has both

8. any special talents?

depends on what you call special. i did art for two years for college so i’m not too bad at that. i can sing but i haven’t sung in a non-private manner since high school so i’m pretty rusty. i’m not really that special when i think about it and i’m pretty ordinary. but i can make good coffee i guess.

9. where were you born?

north-eastern wisconsin and i barely have left the state in my life other than week-long vacations to florida as a small child that i barely remember.

10. what are your hobbies?

i still draw in my free time, even though i’m still working through my burnout. i like walking around town and driving for fun, i read and play video games but i’ve kinda been falling out of that. i like animal crossing, minecraft, destiny 2, and f1 21 (the only good one on xbox game pass). but i’m not very good at racing games yet cause i don’t have a wheel, i’m on controller. if you consider my hyperfixations hobbies, im big into f1 rn but in the recent past i’ve been really into total drama island, and mcyt (but i barely talk about that anymore)

11. do you have any pets?

yes! back at home i’ve got two cats named rudy and hermey, they just turned 19 in may and they may sound old but they are still kicking it and oh so sweet. they’re brothers and i’ve had them all my life and i love them. i also have a corgi who’s like 7 and she’s super sweet and bouncy and i love her

12. how tall are you?

5’4.5” ~ 162.5 cm [i tell people i’m 5’5” to fuck w them >:) ]

13. fave subject in school?

i liked art, choir, and english a lot. i actually loved writing papers about things i read and my teachers kept them as “examples” to show future students if they were confused so i take that as a personal W

14. dream job?

if you had asked me this like. 8 months ago i would have told you i would like to be a storyboard illustrator for movies or tv shows and stuff like that. however i am so burned out of everything except mindless sketch studies that i don’t know if i want to do that anymore. i’ve been oddly into engineering lately (literally only because of F1) and even though i didn’t enjoy math as much i’m willing to put it aside and work at it for the sake of a possibility of working for F1 one day.

15. eye color?

green with like. brown highlights. it’s not hazel but it’s also not fully green. i’ve been told i also have blue around the outside which idk about that. it’s like the dark blue ring with green and very little brown highlights.

uhhh i’m a little late to the party for this so idk who’s been tagged and done this already but i’m gonna tag @toffee-and-tandoori , @racingliners , and @tinyweltmeister as well as anyone else who wants to do this :)

#ask game #thank you for tagging me hopefully u like me #shut up allie

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