#bonanza give me two sure
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tipsy (c.yj)
wc. 829
genre. fluff + suggestive
tags. bf!yeonjun x fem!reader, mention of alcohol, drunken making out, pet names (baby), pda (idk if that’s a warning), needy reader x dom(-ish) yeonjun
a/n. repost; i wrote this for my fayjjuni birthweek bonanza
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going out with you was always interesting for yeonjun, it didn’t happen often, but when it did, he was always astounded by how you so effortlessly transformed into the life of the party when you were with your friends.
positioned in his section of the club, he watched as your best friend beelined her way to you with another two shots in her hand. you took the one from her, downing it with ease, seemingly unaffected by its potency. casting the plastic shot glass aside, you continued to sway your hips carelessly to the rhythm of the song that was currently playing, an alluring grace radiating in the way you moved.
yeonjun, nursing his second drink of the night, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of possessiveness as he eyed the other men attempting to get close to you on the dance floor, trying to grind up against you. however, he knew you well enough to understand that you were always firm in turning down their advances, gracefully slipping away from their unwelcome grips on your waist, giggling with your friends.
if it was any other person, they might feel jealous in situations like these, but yeonjun found comfort in the knowledge that you were his, and that made all the difference.
and that fact was reconfirmed for him when he catches your eye. you wave at him from the middle of the dance floor, having just distanced yourself from another persistent and incredibly desperate guy. he returns your gesture with a subtle smile, and in response, you whisper something into your friend’s ear. your friend grins mischievously and nudges you in your boyfriend’s direction.
with a slight blush on your cheeks, you navigate the dance floor until you reach yeonjun’s section. taking refuge on his lap, your arms wrap around his neck for support. the faint scent of your perfume intoxicates him further as he tightens his embrace, providing you with extra support.
“hi,”
“hello to you too,” your boyfriend replies, leaning closer to you, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your exposed skin.
“i see you’ve been keeping an eye on me.” you tease.
“couldn’t help it.” he confesses with a soft chuckle. “have you seen yourself? you’re too beautiful.” he kisses you softly. “literally every guy in this club wants you.”
“don’t want you to be mad, junie.” you say against his lips.
he pulls away from you, a confused expression plastered on his face. “why would i be mad at you?”
“because those guys wanted to dance with me.” you shyly respond.
“but look where you are now?” his lips trail along your jawline. “why would i be mad at you?”
“just making sure.” you close your eyes and rest your head on his shoulder for a moment, relishing the sensation of being close to him.
“did you want to leave?” you ask after a while.
“do you want to leave?” he counters, he fingers gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“no, but you look bored.” you admit, a hint of concern in your voice.
“but you’re having so much fun with your friends.”
“i think i might have more fun with you at home.”
“hmm?” he hums, a knowing smile spreading across his lips.
“yeah.”
you say goodbye to your friends, who give you encouraging smiles, while yeonjun calls a taxi. you walk outside hand in hand. the cold air sends chills down your spine, but yeonjun quickly pulls you towards him to warm you up.
once you two are situated in the cab, you can’t keep your hands off him. you’re practically sitting on his lap as you sloppily press open mouthed kisses on his face, letting your tongue explore every inch of his jawline, moving down to his neck.
“baby, behave.” he gasps when he feels you fumbling with the zipper of his pants. he makes eye contact with the older cab driver through the rear view mirror and quickly swats your hands away.
“i want you so bad,” you whine, not caring for the other person in the car with you, who was trying hard to keep his eyes on the road.
“i know, but if you behave when we get home…” his voice trailed off, but you knew what he was implying.
“that’s not fair.” you pouted.
“we’ll be home in no time.” he tried to convince you, and he ended up being right. you leaned against his chest and closed your eyes, and after what felt like five minutes, the car stopped outside your building. you opened your eyes to see yeonjun pulling his wallet out of his pocket to pay the driver.
you exit the car, clinging onto yeonjun’s arm as you follow him up to your apartment. before he could even open the door fully, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. “baby, slow down.” he chuckled.
“you said once we get home.” you mumble between kisses. “we’re home.”
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Do You Remember?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader
Summary: After Steve almost lost you during a mission he needs to tell you about his feelings for you.
Word Count: 1220
Warnings: light angst, them being on a mission, let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: Hey everyone!💗 This is my submission to the @secretswiftymarvelfan I Love You 3000 writing Bonanza. I hope you and everyone else like how it turned out!
Prompts: Steve Rogers | friends to lovers| "Do you remember that night in [insert place]?"
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When you joined the Avengers a few years ago, you never thought you’d get this close to them. Especially not that you would be this close to Steve. Steve is your best friend and you are his. But there is also something else between you two. A few months ago, you started having feelings for him but were too afraid to tell him. Now you get butterflies every time he puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him while you watch movies together or when he gives you a pet name and gives you that smile you love so much.
What you didn’t know was that Steve felt the exact same way about you. There were so many moments where Steve wanted to confess how he felt, but then he got too nervous and told himself that he would tell you the next time he had the chance. But he couldn’t bring himself to tell you until today.
You were currently on a mission with the other Avengers. The goal of the mission was to take down a HYDRA base and bring important information from the computer there. Everything was planned and everyone knew what to do when they left the compound that day.
In the quinjet you could feel Steve’s gaze on you. As your best friend, he was almost always worried about you on missions, especially when it involved HYDRA. Of course, Steve knows that you’re a good assassin and that you can protect yourself, but as your best friend and because he loves you so much, he can’t stop worrying that something might happen to you. Steve always tries to look out for you and help whenever he sees you having problems.
The quinjet landed near the HYDRA base and everything went according to the plan. You all went in, took down the Agents and Natasha was about to get the information you needed.
“I have everything.” Natasha said over the headphones.
“Okay, then let’s get out of here.” Steve commanded and everyone agreed. Everyone made their way out of the building. You were almost outside when you suddenly heard an explosion not far away from you. You flinched and looked back to where it came from. A few seconds later there was a second explosion and the building started to burn.
You have to get out of there as soon as possible or you’ll never see Steve again. The next thought that came to your mind was that you’ll never be able to tell him how you really feel.
Outside of the building:
“Shit Buck, where is y/n?” Steve said as he nervously paced around.
“She’ll probably be out in a few seconds.” Bucky said and Steve hoped that he was right. They all looked at the building and waited a few more minutes until suddenly a second explosion occurred and the building began to burn.
“Shit, where is she?” Steve said again and the others started to worry as well.
“Y/n, can you hear me? Sweetheart?” Steve said over the headphones, hoping you would say something, but you didn’t.
“Y/n honey?” He tried again but got no response from you. Steve looked at Bucky worriedly. Bucky placed a comforting hand on Steve’s shoulder.
“Buck I- I never got to tell her how much I love her.” Steve said with a tear rolling down his cheek.
“Steve, she knows.”
“No, she doesn’t.”
“I have to go and find her.” Steve confirmed, turning around and running towards the building.
“Steve!” Bucky shouted, but Steve didn’t want to turn around. He had to find you and make sure you were safe.
Steve was about to go into the building when you came running out. When you saw Steve, you jumped into his arms. He was so relieved that you were safe now. Steve wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. He kissed your forehead and then asked.
“Are you hurt?” You looked into his beautiful eyes and noticed how worried and sad he looked.
“I’m okay.” You mumbled, laying your head back on his chest. Steve kissed your forehead and then picked you up and carried you to the quinjet. Steve gently placed you on a chair, knelt down and began checking to see if you had any injuries. You sat there in silence, still in shock at what just happened.
Steve softly pulled up your shirt and found a wound on your left arm. He looked at you worriedly and then said, “I’ll put a bandage over it, okay?”
You nodded and Steve asked Bucky to bring everything he needed. Steve treated your wound gently, then put a bandage over it and then looked at your face. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and tried to smile at you. You smiled back and reached for his hand.
“Thank you, Steve.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart, but you should still go to a doctor and get checked out.”
“Only if you come with me.” You said and Steve smiled.
“Of course, I’m coming with you.” He paused for a moment and then said more.
“I’m so glad you’re safe. I was so scared and for a second I really thought I had lost you.” Steve said, having that sad look in his eyes again.
“Oh, Stevie, I promise you that you won’t lose me.” You said and now put your hand on his cheek.
“When I first heard the explosion, I thought about how I could never tell you that … I love you. I love you so much more than you think. And I know I should have told you sooner, but I wasn’t sure what you -” Steve wanted to say more but you interrupted him.
“Steve, I love you too. A few months ago, I realized that you mean so much more to me than just a friend.” You confirmed and Steve’s smile began to grow and so did yours.
„Do you remember that night in Paris?” Steve asked and you nodded. He was referring to the night when the Avengers were invited to an important gala event. You and Steve danced that night and talked all night while watching the sunset together.
“That was the night I realized I love you.” Steve said and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach as he smiled at you.
“Oh, Steve I’m so glad we feel the same way.”
“Me too.” He said and then moved closer to you. Steve pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and placed his hand on your cheek. You made the last inch between the two of you and kissed him. The kiss was soft but didn’t last long because you both remembered that the others were there as well. When you turned away you smiled at each other. Steve stood up, sat next to you and took your hand in his. You rested your head on his shoulder and enjoyed the flight back to the compound. When you landed at the compound, Steve made sure you went to a doctor and got taken care of.
You and Steve were so happy to finally know that you have the same feelings for each other and you were so excited to go on your first date with Steve.
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HELLO! this is the first supposedly-annual nealloblondiest "mello isn't dead" bonanza, and this rec list is my main contribution. i have not made a rec list before, and i'm sure this isn't anywhere near comprehensive, but while compiling this, i found several new-to-me fics that i loved and am excited to include! the criteria for this list are mello/near fanfictions that are set after the end of the kira case in which mello survives or comes back from the dead. i'm not listing out the tags for these fics, since i trust everyone can check that for themselves and make judgments accordingly :-)
i will be including one (1) fic of my own here, but you can also find a list of all the fics i have which fall into this category over here <3
meronia authors: if you have a fic that fits this criteria, please feel so incredibly free to reblog and add a link to it [and i will in turn reblog your version so we can all see more fics!!] i am tagging the authors whose tumblr URLs i know, but i very well may miss someone; feel free to tag them in the replies if you think they would like to see it!
without further ado, the list is below the cut!! ^_^
heaven is a place on earth with you by @neallo
rating: E | category: M/M | chapters: 1/1 | words: 1.4k
There is no blood or body of Christ, no priest and no pews, but it’s here and now that Mello finally rediscovers a long-lost sliver of faith. Hands on Near’s hips, Mello lowers his face and presses his mouth to Near’s soft abdomen.
“I love you,” he murmurs, head bowed and eyes shut as if in prayer.
getting mine out of the way at the start here :-) this is a sequel to my only one, my smoking gun but can very easily be read as a standalone.
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Impulse by @empressofthewind
rating: M | category: M/M | chapters: 1/1 | words: 2.5k
In the span of a few weeks, Mello and Near’s rendezvous had quickly become a regular part of Near’s work day; Mello would suggest a time and place, and Near would always agree. Near was perfectly content with the arrangement, as long as his employees didn’t find out.
a sexy little post-kira workplace-romance oneshot in which mello helps near out with a case. and also gives him many hickeys ^_^ <3 the kissing scene in this makes me chewing-off-my-hands insane (highly positive)
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orchid by anonymous
rating: M | category: multi | chapters: 1/1 | words: 269
mello wonders about what he's gotten himself into, sometimes.
very sweet, very short smutty ot4 fic (mello x matt, mello x near, mello x linda, with an implication that all four are dating each other).
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reflection by @squidish
rating: E | category: M/M | chapters: 1/1 | words: 2.7k
Their bedroom door was open and the bed faced it. When Near closed the door, Mello raised an eyebrow. Just the one. There was a mirror on the back of the door that hadn’t been there yesterday. It was vertical, rectangular, with a simple black frame. Near looked at him with an expression so blank it could have meant literally anything.
“You don’t have to,” he said, beginning to twirl his long hair, “but I’d like it if you watched.”
very intimate & adoring, yet still filthy [<- very positive] smut <3 ray imo excels beautifully at established relationship fics & captures a delicate dynamic that i'm very fond of.
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Arsonist's Lullabye by TzviaAriella
rating: T | category: M/M | chapters: 1/1 | words: 3.3k
Two years after the end of the Kira case, Near and Mello pay a visit to L's grave.
i love the dynamic in this one very much; it's very contentious / antagonistic (esp at the start) but not without tenderness underneath :')
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ringing... by @madmeridian
rating: T | category: M/M | chapters: 1/1 | words: 1.8k
Near receives a phone call and reflects a bit on his past.
mello and near get in touch over the phone after the end of the kira case; great dynamic here. it's a cute and charming story but without feeling de-fanged; their dialogue still has teeth to it :D
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august underground by @brothercrush and @firebuggg
rating: E | category: M/M | chapters: 2/15 | words: 10.5k
Hell spits them out on a little Greek island.
was not going to include in-progress fics on this list, but had to make an exception. slowburn alternating POV story in which near drags mello out of hell. beautiful prose & a complex, compelling dynamic <3
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When Winter Comes - Emperor Madara AU
Ever since I posted this comic last year for @wisiaden's MadaTobi June Bonanza, I've been toying with the idea of making this AU into a fic, not just a short comic.
Thanks to Wisia and @kooriicolada who have graciously lent me their ears over the last few weeks, this fic is now officially a work in progress!
Hope you enjoy a small look into the story ahead. Please let me know your thoughts - I'm very curious! 👀
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Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, descriptions of injury, implied/referenced abuse
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Without saying anything, Madara approached the kneeling man, curious despite himself. Since the omega had his head bowed, it was impossible to see the expression on his face, but the trembling of his curled shoulders was more than enough to give Madara an idea about what the man was feeling.
In the background he could hear the crowd become lively again as it regained its ability to speak.
Madara listened to the cacophony of various complaints about the apparently cursed young man by the name Tobirama who, according to the whispers, was nothing but trouble and couldn't be trusted with anything.
A blight on the lives of the other servants.
A demon child with mud for blood.
A disgrace.
Somehow Madara highly doubted any of these claims were true.
Although he could see the evidence of Tobirama's apparent clumsiness in the form of broken dishes, spilled food, and a beaten up wooden tray lying nearby, he suspected Tobirama hadn't done it on purpose. The tray looked heavy and, considering the vitriol thrown at his head, it wasn't too hard to imagine someone actually tripping the man either.
Madara couldn't say why he was so sure of this, but there was something about this obviously scared, beaten man, which made him believe he wasn't looking at a troublemaker, but a victim instead.
"Silence!"
His voice cracked through the air like a whip and in an instant all was blissfully silent.
Perfectly aware that everyone was paying attention and probably wondering what he would do, Madara hooked his fingers under Tobirama's chin and gently lifted the man's face as he said, "Don't be afraid, Tobirama. You may look at me."
Tobirama resisted for a moment or two, clearly hesitant, before he looked up.
Madara's breath left him in a rush. In all of his life he had never seen a pair of eyes more beautiful. Their almond shape and the long lashes surrounding them were more than enough to inspire awe, but it was their colour that truly made them mesmerising.
Red.
Red like the fresh blood dripping over Madara's fingers from the cut on Tobirama's chin.
The red of the Uchiha clan mon.
These were the eyes of the sun goddess herself, Amaterasu-okami. She, who had been the patron and guardian of the Uchiha family for generations; the one Madara prayed to each morning at sunrise.
Like every Uchiha, Madara has heard the stories of how their clan came to rule over the Land of Fire. It was Amaterasu's Mandate that granted them this divine right and power.
What was lesser known was the fact that every once in a while the goddess of shining heavens would send a blessing to the earth. The red eyes were believed to signify its arrival. The Uchiha considered people born with them a sign of good luck and of prosperity, and an encounter with a blessed individual was said to herald the arrival of a particularly opulent era.
Although Madara had always been a sceptic at heart when it came to legends, believing most of not all to be nothing other than hearsay, but he couldn't quite shake off the feeling that his meeting with Tobirama wasn't a mere coincidence.
Such beautiful eyes in a face this fair…
Even the still bleeding cuts and the distraught expression couldn't distract from their appeal. Part of it was for sure Tobirama's overall beauty. The few tendrils of hair, which pulled silver when light hit them a certain way, framed his face, only further adding to the enchanting picture he made. His features, Madara noted, were well-balanced and delicate, though sharpened by his unnatural thinness, and his skin was impossibly soft under Madara's fingers, feeling almost like the richest velvet.
To put it simply, he was a vision and Madara would be a liar if he said he wasn't thoroughly charmed.
Extending a hand to help Tobirama stand up, he asked, "Are you alright?"
The omega stumbled as he stood, hissing in pain, but Madara caught him before he could fall again. He was surprisingly tall, a bit taller than Madara himself. A curiosity for sure. Not many people grew to such a height and it was certainly an impressive feat. However, there was also no denying that Tobirama's height made it even more obvious how worryingly thin he was.
His condition was a cause for concern to say the least and the way he was now leaning on Madara made it abundantly clear. There was really no point in denying that Tobirama was injured on top of being severely weakened and cold, his fingers like ice against Madara's own. It begged the question how on earth the man had been able to work up until now.
Without doubt he needed a healer and rest. Possibly food and sweet lemon water as well.
"Tobirama?"
Blinking owlishly, the man finally whispered, "I… I'm f-fine."
There was little doubt in Madara's mind that this wasn't the case, but it didn't feel right to question him further so publicly.
By all accounts he had been through enough already.
"Good," Madara said as he brought Tobirama's hands to his lips before blowing warm air on them to warm them up bit. When they felt less freezing to touch, he pressed a lingering kiss to each before placing them against his chest, right over his heart. "Now let us find you a healer, beautiful."
#here we gooo#emperor madara au#historical au#a/b/o au#mdtb#madatobi#madara#tobirama#wip#lossie writes#when winter comes verse#naruto#naruto founders#naruto fanfiction
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I loved your tierlist of genshin characters burps!! But can you explain why Itto is so high on the tierlist?
So I'll do burp canons for this since I've had a few requests for Itto.
There's a few reasons why I think Itto would be so high on the list.
First off, we already know that Itto is a big eater, having challenged Yae to a ramen eating competition despite being allergic to the tofu. With it making him sick, I'm sure that Itto would have dealt with all different kind of burps.
Itto is also an Oni, wild and barbaric, and I think that comes into his burps just as much as anything he does. Lastly, Itto is a show off, both to everyone and especially his gang and tries to impress them as much as he can, even if they know better (see the latest Beetle Battle Event nodding for an indication).
Why does that all matter? Well let me give you a few reasons.
If there's anything to have learned about Itto, is that he'll like to throw an event for really any reason, especially if it's a chance to party or show off. So because he's had a drum along festival, a test of courage, now a beetle battle, and all kinds of crazy antics, it's definitely within the realm of possibility that Itto would throw some kind of Burp themed event too like the "The Almighty Arataki Bodacious Bare Bellied Belch Bonanza!" where everyone has to compete on their level and style of burps. I could even see it being a judged competition between two different sides each round as it goes elimination style. He could eat or burp on command and potentially blow some people away. He's the type that would have that skill and love showing it off. I do know some sort of event like this would both attract several people (I like the idea that this happens in the center of Ritou as their biggest event yet especially since I could see Ayato wanting to help) and yet it being so loud that during some of the burps of the event that birds go flying from being disturbed. I wouldn't say no to their being an eating portion that goes along with it that might be used as an excuse to help with everyone's burps.
He'd also be the type that with his gang he'd endorse burps between them as they laze about, encouraging his subordinates to participate and trying to tell them how to do it better but ultimately giving terrible instructions with no one able to match his prowess (Poor Shinbu though since she does have manners). Incomprehensible instructions like "You just got to feel the gas in you and the stew and then FEEL it and then it comes up and just got to open your mouth, let that pressure build, you got it!"
And then he'll laugh when only a tiny burp comes out from them.
I do think that Itto can burp on command fairly easily and is probably pretty gassy in general. I think he's also the type that because he's just gassy in general, he'd be the kind that may talk for a while and then just accidentally burp mid sentence or have to pause to swallow it down. Most of those are fairly soft but he can save up his stomach gas for some powerfully strong belches that surprise everyone and make everyone in the vicinity stop and look to find the source. He might have to be careful because if he's not careful, is burps might give away his position to the Tenryou Commission if he's too strong about it.
Most of his burps would be loud and wet, with lots of oof behind them, as I think he's proud of the noise. He's also one that would burp after the end of a big meal as a way to show his satisfaction. He's one that would lean back, pat his belly, burp for a solid minute and say "Ooo yeah that hit the spot. That grub was amazing! Kudos to the cook! Do you want to join my gang? No, there's no pay..."
However, when he's really pushing it, like when Itto is busy eating 30 bowls of ramen again (with or without tofu), his burps would probably change to softer intermediate burps where he's trying to get more room. They are more guttural, from down below and may even do a shake after eating to make more room or to feel the release of tension. Once he really gets up there, he might do the really sick style burp of burping into his fist to try to hold down whatever food he has while getting the gas out. I also think once he has a big meal or wins an eating contest with legitimately or with false bravado, he'd pat his belly with both hands and rub it quickly and burp loud and long and ask "How was that? Pretty good, if I do say so myself. No one can beat the burping champion, the one and oni Almighty Arataki Itto! HAHA! BRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP. See what I tell ya."
Also because of his singing and rap skills, I think it's very possible for Itto to burp as part of his beat boxing or to sing out notes, though possible that may happen on accident. I don't know if they have karaoke, but him reaching a high note after a night of beer and snacks and chowing down and it coming out as an epic belch, is exactly something that would happen with him.
This is just the beginning of different scenarios with him, and many of them silly because that's just how he is. One last one I could see is that he has to roar to be intimidating and might keep trying and then it accidentally comes out as a burp. Or that I also think he would show of his burps to the kids just as much as his card games and beetles.
#burp canon#Arataki Itto#Genshin Impact#belly kink#burp kink#burping#belches#He's a show off belcher for sure#don't let him find out that others might out do him though#he'll be practicing forever just to have more epic belches#on second thought#let him know#Will he burp in your face?#Yes but might think it's a weird request#Also blue oni vs red oni belch war#he'd totally want to do that#“Come on guys belching is a sign of friendship! Let it rip!”
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It’s Harringrove week! Billy’s Birthday Bonanza Edition! @harringroveweek
prompt: “So, did you get what you wanted?”
this piece is something like a part two to this piece, if you’d like to read it first!
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Billy's actual birthday is finally here. A big finish to their amazing first week with the twins, their darlings sleeping soundly in two cradles, Aurora by Billy’s chair and Briar Rose by Steve’s.
Each of the other kids have brought him their gifts, all nine handing him paintings and crafts they made of their favorite things, their family, or just something they thought was pretty. Tommy especially put a lot of effort into his, since drawing is his favorite thing to do. He made a picture of the beach with a smiling sunshine that had Billy sniffling and wiping his eyes, just a little bit.
He thinks presents are over, and he thanks each of them individually to watch the way their little faces light up to know they did something good, but then he sees his shy angel Summer parading over to him with one last package she produced from somewhere.
One handed, she signs to him and tosses it into his lap somewhat impatiently, “Open it up!”
Billy chuckles at her excitedness and the way she practically vibrates with it, but for just a moment he wonders if he should turn this into a parenting moment. Something about perceptual rudeness. Fuck it. He’s not about to crush the little bit of confidence they’ve been able to encourage out of their adopted daughter over the last three years over some present skipping, as long as it’s not hurting anyone.
After Summer runs back to her brother Joey and hides her face in a hug with him, Billy makes sure to examine the present for a while, giving little awestruck gasps and ahs so she knows how happy and grateful he is. One day, little Summer is going to come into her own, and until then, Billy’s going to do his damndest to help her out.
The production draws the attention of another of their daughters though, as Bobbi-Jo hops out of her chair and comes over to Billy, opening and closing her outstretched palms to show she wants to touch the present, quiet because she woke up in a grumpy mood this morning.
Billy understands what that gesture means, but still he asks his third youngest, to watch the excitement in her freckled face burst forth, “Do you want to help me, badger?”
Bobbi-jo wordlessly nods, so enthusiastic her blonde curls bob right into her face, and she takes one side of the wrapping paper, looking to him to see when she should tear it open. He counts down, only mouthing the numbers since neither of them can hear anyways, and together he and his little one tear the present open to reveal..
His little girl tilts her head, and asks, “What is it?”
“It looks like jammies..” Her little brother points out as he comes over too, prompting Billy to pull out the bundle of fabric and reveal the full shape and blue and brown pattern of the now obvious onesie. Little Tommy’s eyes light up as bright as stars as he realizes, “Jammies of Bluey’s daddy!! Daddy, that means you’re Bluey’s daddy!!”
Billy has watched the show with his little ones, and honestly, the present seems silly, but it really touches his heart. He’ll take being regarded as the sensitive, playful, hardworking and considerate dad any day. And hey, a comfortable set of pajamas isn’t something he’s about to complain about either, even if they have pointy dog ears and a tail. Nowadays, he’s too much older and happier to care about embarrassing himself.
So he makes sure to show how grateful he is, playing up the excitement like anyone does on a birthday, “Oh wow, no way! I wonder who picked this one out?”
He’s expecting it to be one of the kiddos that got it for him, but as he goes down the line, each of them shrugging or shaking their heads, he eventually runs out of kids except for the two one month olds snoring softly in their bassinets, and clearly it wasn’t them.
Soft blue eyes finally land on Steve, as he switches to the language more comfortable for them both, “Papa, was it you?”
Like they’re still crushing highschoolers, Steve nods, bashful and shy and sweet. Like they aren’t married with eleven kids.
To thank him for the gift, and for everything really, Billy drags his chair a little closer to Steve’s and gives him a kiss. It’s nothing more than a soft press of their lips together, but the kids have been watching enough movies lately that the room erupts into squeals and exclamations of disgust over the innocent show of affection.
Except Sadie. She doesn’t care about that stuff and she just giggles because all her weirdo older siblings are funny. Billy looks at Steve, and Steve looks at Billy, before the both of them burst into giggles just like their little daughter.
Slowly, the kids lose interest in the ending festivities. Joey drags Summer off first to go play a new game he thought of, the both of them stopping first to give Billy a kiss on the cheek and a final happy birthday wish. Then Chrissy and Bobbi-Jo follow the same pattern, deciding to go do some science experiment involving bugs in their fenced in backyard. That moves Billy and Steve’s conversation into another room, where they can keep an eye on their rambunctious girls through the window, just in case.
Little Carol asks if she can take Sadie to play dress up, which the younger one is very excited about, and after following the track of the rest of their siblings in giving Billy more birthday wishes, they race up the stairs to their playroom slash old nursery. Meanwhile little Joyce fell asleep in her wheelchair at the table, and, along with the also sleeping infant twins, she was brought into the sitting room with her dads to be watched over.
That leaves little Tommy and Dorothy, who quietly decide to color at the dining table their family just abandoned, each giving Steve a hug when he brought them their colored pencils and paper, and asking him to relay to their daddy that they hope his birthday is as good as he makes theirs.
In all that spontaneous chaos, Billy took the time to change into his new present. The patterns, or really color blobs, of the cartoon blue heeler on his pajamas make it look like he’s tiny, drowning in just a slightly too large size of the onesie. He decides to roll up the sleeves, pushing each up to his elbows in little bunches, and suddenly he’s looking like just Billy again, at home and comfortable and perfect.
Steve looks away from the window where he’s been watching the two in the yard for just a second to ask Billy, loud enough for him to hear on his implant side, but softly and affectionately all the same, “So did you get everything you wanted?”
Billy’s answer starts with another kiss, taking his time this time since there are no babies watching, but it’s still just a kiss, and at this point, they’re okay with that. They don’t need theatrics and grand gestures, don’t need sex every five minutes. A couple of quick pecks of the lips and a pair of kids cartoon pajamas is perfect for their love.
Still, this is a special day, Billy’s 30th birthday. He wants his thankfulness to be clear. So he looks Steve in the face, focusing on his lips instead of his eyes because he knows Steve doesn’t like eye contact too much, and declares, “Eleven kids. A happy fucking- sorry, A happy freaking family. That’s the best gift you ever could’ve given me, babe.”
Steve lays his head on his husband's shoulder, rubbing a section of the new, soft fabric of Billy’s Bandit pjs between his fingers. He hums deeply in his throat just a little, those stims signature to when he’s sleepy. Billy decides to leave him to it while he goes and checks on everybody, able to slip away without Steve feeling abandoned by giving him his hoodie that he changed out of, a fluffy pillow, and the blanket from the back of their couch.
Almost instantly his husband falls asleep on the furniture, a sign of how exhausting these long, happy, laughter-filled days can still be. It doesn’t make them any less joyful, Steve just needs rest sometimes when his social battery is so emptied.
One more kiss to his forehead, framed by his grown-out, wavy locks, and Billy exits out the back door to check on the kids out there to take over Steve’s pre-nap task.
The girls look at him and squeal because they’re both wrist deep in the dirt digging for worms, so Billy makes a motion by his ear to gently say, ‘turn the volume down.’ Then, in actual sign, explains, “Papa’s asleep.”
There’s a sense of understanding in the girls, as they look at each other and giggle, until Chrissy puts her muddy fingers in front of her face to tell her little sister to- “Shhhhhhhh”
For a moment, Billy doesn’t know what to do next. Before their first girl was born, he’d have taken this time to light up a cigarette and just revel in the cool, fresh air and the setting sun. Not long after their first ultrasound though he quit cold turkey. If he hadn’t been brought up around addiction, to alcohol, to cigarettes, to violence- whatever it was, he would never have had to turn to the same thing in his darkest moments. He felt he owed it to his babies to save them from the same issues he’d struggled so hard with.
It still feels weird to just, not have anything to do with his hands, so he just sits. He looks up at the sky, the moon is creeping up and signaling that the day is nearly over. Their little ones should really be getting to be soon. He calls out, “Five more minutes girlies.”
Instead of arguing, the two adventurous girls run up to him and sit on either side of him, shaking off their dirty hands into the bushes, as they decide to spend their last few minutes by his side. His first born has now grown up into a big eleven year old girl, and he’s thirty one. Billy puts his arms around them and just sits.
He doesn’t need a cigarette to enjoy this moment. Just his family.
When the other kids have lost interest in their own tasks, eventually all nine make their way outside. Summer and Joey climb onto the porch swing, while Tommy and Sadie, the littlest kids, climb onto Billy’s lap. Usually Sadie would always go to her Papa, but with the new babies, she understands that sometimes Steve needs more rest. Billy just feels grateful that she has warmed up to him more than she had when she was a tiny, fussy baby and only wanted Steve.
Little Carol and Dorothy push a now awake Joyce’s wheelchair outside together, bringing her in front of the swing so she can see her siblings swinging and playing with her. Once Dorothy climbs up in between the slightly older two kids, that gets Joyce giggling uncontrollably, watching her twin and her big brother and sister make silly faces as they come towards her and pull back again.
Amid the chaos, whether it was something that happened inside while the kids made their way out, or the general chatter and creaking of the swing and laughter now, something wakes Steve. Though admittedly, Billy hadn’t even noticed until he heard Briar Rose start crying, and before he could get up from under the weight of the two kids on his legs, the crying stopped.
At first he blames it on his deaf ears and almost asks one of the kids to go help, but before they can Steve steps out onto the porch where the rest of them are, Briar Rose and Aurora both cradled in each of his arms, awake again, but quiet and peaceful.
Steve looks around at the kids, still occupied in their little groups and individual interactions, but all together, and all happy. The sun is about to disappear behind the horizon line, but the light of the evening is still enough that Billy sees when Steve’s eyes brim with happy tears.
He bounces the babies softly to somewhat soothe himself out of tears and stim some of that big happy feeling out, earning two tiny, toothless smiles up at him. Billy watches the sweet infants lovingly, but he doesn’t even need to ask before Steve comes over, and sits close by and leans his back against the wall of the porch, so Billy can see his girls better without straining his neck.
Little Chrissy also wants a look at the babies, so she leans over to put her face right above her white-haired sisters and talks baby-talk at her. Steve leans his head back and looks at Billy now. The pinkish-orange sky looks beautiful reflecting back in his eyes, adding to the inviting depth already there.
Everything is at peace on this cool, vibrant night. Everything is okay.
“Happy Birthday, Billy Ocean Harrington.”
Yeah. He is pretty damn happy.
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Correct me if I'm wrong because I've been forgetting things a lot lately, but...usually, event rerun missions give you gems but with a reduced amount and without the BP coins, right? So, why does the New Year 2023 event rerun give event scout tickets now? We can only get gems from completing the Battle Challenges with (and without) the required criteria and for completing a certain amount of missions?
And Battle Villa is going to be permanent next month, which means no more gems from it anymore?
Reddit has been 60% posts about this exact thing since yesterday. The short is, we don't really know why they made this adjustment, but it's only for the rerun of the seasonal event, not the upcoming VA rerun. It is currently a complete mystery as to why. At a guess, it's the usual gacha methodology of slowly rolling back rewards. One very optimistic soul thinks it might be heralding the inclusion of older seasonal pairs in the ticket scout, but (1) where would the cutoff for that be, and (2) some old seasonals still kick ass while some new seasonals suck, so this isn't really a cohesive option, especially with the whole paid only Mix Red scout going on where you can pity anyone ever. That's supposed to be a big draw; would take it away if you could ticket scout them. So in short...yes it's like that, no it's not normal, but it might be how all seasonal reruns are from here on. I'd be less bothered if they reran all past seasonal events and did something like this because it'd be a net increase in reward without seriously skewing gem counts, but no dice.
The Villa situation is nebulous, but yes it is permanent next month, which I'm 100% certain means its rewards will no longer be available. It is a point of very severe contention in my mind, because they're replacing what Villa had with this new mode, which creates two very major problems. First, the new mode must, by necessity, include the same kind of rewards as Villa. What I mean is, Villa was the only remaining place to get Lucky Scrolls. Blissful Bonanza was as good as dead for four months, we can't count on that. It's also the only place to get 2* cookies. For most, this doesn't matter, but it does for Crunchy with the Defense Crush 2, Fast-Track 2, etc options. It's also the only meaningful way to get Lessen Confusion 9 for base Iris, which yes is important. We can't just replace all cookie output with Gauntlet; those options wouldn't exist. Well. Okay, Defense Crush would, it's in the deluxe 1* cookie bin. But you get the idea. This means all rewards must map perfectly, or we're losing significant tools, especially if the lucky scrolls go away. New players would effectively have no means of acquiring lucky skills anymore. Regardless, I'm willing to bet it's less gems in total for the event.
The second, potentially worse aspect, is that this game operates on point scores, which are augmented by how many of a particular role you bring, and EX roles count. Their stingy-ass bullshit decision to not give EX roles to any older pairs except a handful of Master Fairs suddenly makes sense, as it means this mode has an element of pay to win. The game's generally been good about "all meaningful rewards are easily obtained, but if you want to play rank pay up," but this is becoming more and more frequent, to the detriment of the overall experience. Like sure, great, glad we can't give Drasna an EX role, but we can let Ryuki have one. Bullshit.
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Nov. 13th, 2022 InuPrompt: Headcanon & Inuyasha Bingo Bonanza: Scars
So, I was actually inspired by @shinidamachu for this one and decided to go along with it. I had so much fun coming up with these one shots for Nov. Inu Prompt Week and can’t wait to do it again next year. feel free to check out my full list on ao3
Kagome smiled as the transformation overtook her husband, his demonic traits fading completely when the last sliver of daylight descended below the horizon. This was the first new moon they would be sending together since being married only two weeks ago and she was excited to say the least.
The first human night after her return, they had spent the entire night talking, Inuyasha finally admitting he was afraid she was going to disappear and that since he was human, he wouldn’t be able to go after her. The second and third human nights, they stayed with Sango and Miroku while they were finishing their own hut before the wedding.
“Why ya smilin’ like that?”
“Can’t I smile at my handsome husband?” Kagome giggled when a bright blush spread across his nose and she gave him a reprieve from her teasing, turning to place another log on the fire. She figured he was feeling a little out of sorts, while yes, they were married and consummated their marriage, they had yet to do more than kissing while he was human.
It wasn’t for lack of trying on her end, Inuyasha simply insisted they wait until after they were married and he wanted their first time while he was a hanyou. She didn’t push him, understanding his reasons completely, but she wanted to explore his body and see how many times she could get him to submit to her.
“I know whatcha thinkin’ wench.” He stated, crossing his arms across his chest as she leaned back on her calves, tilting her head.
“You couldn’t possibly know what I was thinking, Inuyasha.”
“We will get to do whatever it is your plannin’, just give me some time to adjust.” He requested, his voice quieting with embarrassment. Feeling a twinge of guilt, Kagome nodded and smiled in understanding. Seeing something white on his neck, she reached forward, ready to remove when she realized it was a scar.
“Inuyasha?” She leaned to the side, peering closer.
“Oi, ‘Gome, why are you starin’ at my neck?” He moved back, staring at her like she was crazy, his gray eyes searching hers with trepidation.
“When did you get hurt on your neck?” She inched her fingers towards him, her fingertips a gentle touch as she brushed against the half inch iridescent scar.
“It was either from Yura’s hair or Jakotsu’s sword, ya don’t remember?”
“But I thought you healed from all of those? You never have any scars, except for the one when you were sealed to the Goshinboku.”
He took a deep breath and began removing his robe of the fire rat and then his under kosode after, revealing his chest and arms. All over his body were various scars in all shapes and sizes, Kagome staring in pure shock.
“They show up when I’m human.” He grumbled, his fear of being rejected evident in his tone. Shaking her head, Kagome readied herself to reassure him, observe his body and love him, hoping he understood that she loved him in no matter what form he was in.
“Can I touch them?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, swallowing a lump that had formed in his throat. She gave him a soft smile, her fingers tracing a particularly long one across his forearm.
“Do you remember how you got them all?”
“For the most part, though I’m sure ya remember most of them too.”
She nodded, flashes of a teenaged hanyou covered in injuries during the shard hunt, her gaze never leaving his body. She knew the large one that splayed across his gut, with one to match on his lower back was from Sesshomaru. The circular dime sized one above his heart was from Kikyo and she had the urge to place a kiss over it.
He had a few more around his neck, similar to the first one she noticed and figured it was from both battles he mentioned. He even had one above his right eye, the memory of the missing black pearl and their adventure to his father’s grave surfacing.
“The one you touched on my arm first was from Tokajin, that bastard’s vines got in too many places to count, but that one took longer to heal for some reason.” He grabbed her hand, placing it on his shoulder, her fingertips pressing against two fang shaped pink scars. “Remember the first night I turned human? That damned spider demon got me good with his venom. I was shocked to see that one the next time I transformed.”
He guided her hand to a long slash across his abs, parts of it overlapping the one Sesshomaru left.
“I don’t need to remind you about my brother’s injuries to me, but the long one is when I transformed and slaughtered the moth demon Gatenmaru and his stupid bandits. Even my demon blood couldn’t stop that one from leaving a mark.”
She continued her search, Inuyasha adding various comments and descriptions here and there, Kagome ending her study for his face, noticing the tiny ones across his cheekbones.
“When Tessaiga got the Adamant Barrage, I took the brunt of all those diamonds to protect you.” He whispered, pressing his nose into her palm. She rose to her knees and gave into her desire to place kisses on each of them, her heart overwhelming with conflicted emotions. She loved that he protected her, but hated that he was injured because of her as well.
Beginning with the one above his heart, she did just what she wanted and ended, brushing her lips against his jaw, continuing to cradle his face.
“Thank you for showing me. I had no idea, but I know you would have just shrugged it off as nothing anyways.”
“I would do it all over again, just for us to be here with each other.” He placed a brief kiss on her lips, full of love. She quickly crawled into his lap, wrapping her arms around his waist, his arms curling around her. They sat there silently for a little while, enjoying the feeling and warmth of the other.
Sleep overtook her and when she awoke the next morning, her hanyou was back to normal. Checking to see if they had all disappeared, she vowed to cherish each of his battles, his scars, his love, every human night they shared for the rest of her life. And if she never got the chance to make him submit, she would be completely okay with that.
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2. "I'm ambitious. I'm going to find *all of it*. All the pieces."
KIM KITSURAGI - "All of it?" The lieutenant raises his brow. "There are junior officers out there, eager to prove themselves. I would leave *some* for them, but okay. Let's find *all of it*."
New task: Find all armour pieces
CALL ME MAÑANA- "A Mesquese epic then, all across Martinaise." He glances south, where the canal runs: "I hope it will be a real *bonanza* for you."
4. "Thank you for the cooperation, sir."
CALL ME MAÑANA- "No problem." He finally takes a swig from the flask. "If you see that kid, thank him from Call Me Mañana. Thank him for showing me the *way*."
EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - He is sincerely grateful he is not tracking down pieces of armour right now.
2. "I'm looking for assistance with a *dead body* situation."
CALL ME MAÑANA- "Body still hangin' in the tree?" He rubs his chin as if pondering his core beliefs. "Aye, that's a rough pickle... can't help you with that, sorry."
"I'm not really an admirer of dead bodies. Might be someone else from the Union can render assistance..." He shrugs.
"Does this mean you can let me through the gate?"
CALL ME MAÑANA - "I don't operate in that capacity. I'm not a *granter of passage*." He takes a swig and points up the stairs with his flask. "The passage grants itself."
EMPATHY [Challenging: Success] - Beneath the jolliness he suddenly seems doubtful.
"That simple? I just walk in?"
CALL ME MAÑANA - "Aye -- walk right past Measurehead and go in."
"Past Measurehead?"
CALL ME MAÑANA - "Yeah, the two-and-a-half-metre tall Semenese supremacist there." He points to the bridge above the gates. "Walk right past him..."
"Right."
CALL ME MAÑANA - "... then press the button to unlock the door..."
"Aha."
CALL ME MAÑANA - "... then go past him again..."
"Okay."
CALL ME MAÑANA - "... and you enter the harbour through the office. Esta!"
"Hmm, for some reason it doesn't seem like it's going to be that easy..."
"Uh. Gotcha. I think I have some questions for you first."
CALL ME MAÑANA - "Don't worry, I'm sure it's not *completely* impossible. For example, you could best Measurehead in a physical confrontation."
"Or you could convert to his Semenese supremacist world view. Or, hmm," he strokes his moustache, "maybe it actually *is* completely impossible."
"Has anyone here ever bested him in a physical confrontation?"
"Has any of the scabs tried converting to his world view?"
"Got it. Another thing..."
CALL ME MAÑANA - "Not yet, no." He fixes his eyes on you, evaluating your prowess. "He's... incredibly strong."
2. "Has any of the scabs tried converting to his world view?"
CALL ME MAÑANA - "Jean-Luc himself would say the philosophy has proven... *overly heroic* for the scabs to convert to. Not enough intuition."
3. "Got it. Another thing...."
CALL ME MAÑANA - "Sure." The man whistles a jaunty tune, the wind rustling his whiskers.
2. "I'm a bit short on *money* right now. Can you give me some of it?"
CALL ME MAÑANA - "Sure thing, my friend, I can help you out." He flips a coin toward you.
[Hand/Eye Coordination - Medium 10] Try to catch it.
Let it fall on the ground.
HAND/EYE COORDINATION [Medium: Success] - The coin lands into your hand as if it has always belonged there. The swallow returns.
"Appreciated."
Say nothing, pocket the coin.
+5 XP
+0.10 real
CALL ME MAÑANA - "Always glad to help out the RCM. Shame I can't do more -- things are meagre at the moment, due to..." He nods toward the protesters.
"You know -- the winter's fat is slowly running out and all. Still better than scabbing, though."
"The Union has problems getting by?"
"Every little bit helps, you know."
"Gotta spend money to make money."
CALL ME MAÑANA - "Nothing to worry about, really. The jam's a bit of a mess, cargo can't get in or out. The rationing is a bit stricter, is all. Supplies should last the strike, though."
"Every little bit helps, you know."
CALL ME MAÑANA - "I'm always glad to help out when possible -- not like these slithering scabs." He looks at them in disbelief.
2. "What's the strike about anyway?"
CALL ME MAÑANA - "You know... serious business." He smiles. "I'm sure the big boss would be glad to tell you. You'll have to ask him first."
SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - He's a chatty guy. *Wants* to talk about the strike. Return once you've met the Union boss, and are on a better footing with the organization.
3. "Nice talk. Gotta get moving." [Leave.]
A notice: "IN CASE OF A STRIKE - PRESS BUTTON BEHIND GUARD"
A hermetically sealed door. Locked by electronic means.
There's no lockpicking or door-kicking this one.
MEASUREHEAD - "YOUR BODY BETRAYS YOUR DEGENERACY."
MEASUREHEAD'S BABE - "Yeah, Measurehead, his body totally betrays his degeneracy," the young woman at the giant's side agrees.
AUTHORITY [Medium: Success] - Don't say anything, size him up first.
Say nothing, size him up first.
"What do you mean, my body betrays my degeneracy?"
"My body does *not* betray my degeneracy!"
"My body is unimportant. We're with the police and we need to get to the harbour."
"We don't have time to get into this now." [Leave.]
MEASUREHEAD - "ARE YOU ADMIRING MY MORPHOPHYSIOLOGY?" A ripple of muscle passes underneath his skin. He lets you look.
IT MUST BE FRIGHTENING TO STAND IN THE SHADOW OF THIS *RACIAL PINNACLE*. BE CALM, HAM SANDWICH. YOU ARE NOT IN DANGER, BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT A THREAT TO ME."
Puff out your chest, still say nothing.
"What do you mean, my body betrays my degeneracy?"
"My body does *not* betray my degeneracy!"
"My body is unimportant. We're with the police and we need to get to the harbour."
"We don't have time to get into this now." [Leave.]
MEASUREHEAD - "WHAT IS THIS *ANDROGYNOUS* DISPLAY OF SEXUAL MATURITY?" He looks down at you, taking stock of your physique.
ENDURANCE [Medium: Failure] - Merely standing up makes you sweat profusely. Your breathing is erratic. Your own heartbeat in your ears grows frantic and you feel your blood pressure rise.
MEASUREHEAD - "STOP IT. YOU ARE EMBARRASSING YOURSELF IN FRONT OF THIS WOMAN, AND YOUR PAEDOMORPHIC FRIEND."
KIM KITSURAGI - "Khm...."
MEASUREHEAD - "THIS DISPLAY OF WEAKNESS MAY APPEAL TO OLDER WOMEN, WITH A STRONGER MATERNAL INSTINCT -- BUT IT IS A LIABILITY, HERE ON *BATTLEFIELD MARTINAISE*."
MEASUREHEAD'S BABE - "Jean-Luc, his body is betraying his degeneracy pretty hard..." She holds her nose. "Maybe you can ask him to leave?"
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hiiii its about the mars conj venus ask! sorry for responding so late i didnt see it
anyways thank you SO MUCH for taking the time to give me your opinion on it i really really appreciate it
i definitly see what you mean as the venus student person i have this HUGE need to make him proud he asked me to do competitions and i said yes but i really really want to be the one to get us the first place
and even tho ig he wont show it and he is always supportive im pt sure he would be disappointed if i dont win
hes an aries sun, venus and mars and im an aries moon and venus its pt wild
You're very welcome, love!
So my assumption did translate into real life 🤔 that's interesting to hear! As I mentioned before please make sure to not push yourself too much in order to satisfy your mentor ... I'm glad he's being supportive of you, though. When it comes to the fear of disappointing him .. well I can't talk much. I don't know if he'll actually be or your fear of wanting him always proud of you is making you think he'll be highly disappointed or mad if you didn't win. (Like some sort of anxiety projection. But then again, I'm just thinking it a possibility, not stating it the truth!)
That's an Aries bonanza! I can see how things are so wild. That's a moon to sun conjunct synastry, a Venus conjunct synastry and a Venus to Mars conjunct synastry... Woah 🤯
Usually I find an Aries moon is a little bit more impulsive and with more mood swings than the Aries sun. (If anyone wants to prove me wrong, you can!) So he might be grounding for you, in that sense. You two definitely have a very intense connection. It's very... Single minded. (In the idea that the relationship is very committed and dedicated.) With such synastrys, I'd think you're his favorite student 😁
The crazy thing is that when you first gave me this ask it got me thinking I've never had a Venus to Mars conjunct synastry where I'd be the Venus... I wandering how that would be like. Guess what! I'm an Aries Venus 😂 This feels fated!
With both of you having Aries Venus... I would say you are probably both very honest and direct. So my advice would be to talk things out, always. Instead of sitting alone with concerns and anxieties, voice them out. Upfront communication is always good with Aries placements 😁
It's fun talking to you. Don't hesitate to reach out to me again if you ever have any other questions you wanna debate or even just stories to tell. 😊
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Minka took a step out of the car, her excitement palpable as she surveyed the sprawling blackberry fields. "We're finally here!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with anticipation. The scent of ripe berries lingered in the air, and the sun cast a golden glow over the landscape.
Zoe and Pepper followed closely behind, taking in the picturesque scene. "Wow, this place is gorgeous," Zoe remarked, her eyes shining with admiration. "Almost as beautiful as me," she added with a playful wink.
But Pepper couldn't resist the opportunity for a pun. "Well, I guess you could say it's a 'berry' good thing we came," she quipped, earning a laugh from Zoe and a playful nudge in return.
As Vinnie bounded out of the car next, his eyes lit up at the sight of the vast blackberry fields. "I can't wait to start eating!" he exclaimed, his mouth already watering at the thought of their sweetness. Meanwhile, Russell stepped out more cautiously, eyeing the sun with concern.
"Guys, don't forget to put on sunscreen," Russell reminded them, his voice tinged with worry. "We don't want anyone getting sunburned."
Penny nodded enthusiastically at Vinnie's mention of eating berries, already dreaming up recipes for the sweet treats she would bake with their bounty."I can't wait to turn these berries into pies, jams, and muffins!" she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Meanwhile, Sunil, ever the practical one, approached the group with a small bag of gloves in hand. "Does anyone need gloves for the berries?" he asked, his brow furrowed with concern. "I'm worried about the thorns on the plants."Vinnie, brimming with excitement, slung his arm around Sunil's shoulders with a wide grin. "You worry too much, buddy!" he declared, giving him a playful squeeze. "Let's get in there and start picking!"
Sunil couldn't help but smile at Vinnie's infectious enthusiasm. "You're right," he conceded, feeling a sense of reassurance from his friend's gesture. "Let's make the most of this berry bonanza!"
Time seemed to slip away as they lost themselves in the simple joy of picking berries, their baskets quickly filling with the juicy fruits of their labor.They laughed and joked as they worked, taking breaks to sample the sweet fruit and apply sunscreen. Zoe snapped countless selfies, capturing each precious moment, while Pepper entertained the group with her endless supply of puns and jokes.
As the hours passed, their worries and stresses melted away, replaced by the carefree joy of the present moment. With the sun dipping low in the sky and their baskets overflowing with berries, they reluctantly made their way back to the car and As they drove home, the memories of their berry-picking adventure lingered, a reminder of the simple joys of friendship and the beauty of living in the moment. It was a day they would never forget, a day filled with laughter, love, and the sweet taste of summer berries.
:3 it’s summer so have a berry cute little story!
It is indeed summer. I hate the high temperatures that are in summer, I could never spend a whole day outside when it's so hot, nuh-uh. My son is nothing like me, how is this possible >:( he's thriving out there
At first I thought they they all got a summer job or something of picking berries, you know, that's a thing with strawberries for sure, so I figured that maybe that was the case and then Vinnie and Penny said they would eat them xD. They would, I know they would, they are the two hungriest people there.
The way I imagine that Vinnie would respond to Sunil handing out those gloves to not get hurt by thorns he'd just be like "Sunil, buddy, I had so many wounds in my life, this is literally nothing" but then he would of course end up with so many marks on his hands, some bleeding, he... probably wouldn't even mind, eh, he can take it or leave it
As soon as I heard Zoe say that this place is gorgeous I just knew she was gonna snap selfies, and look, she did!
I do like me some berries thought, just not picking them myself, not when it's so hot outside
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4 Uses of a Financial Advisor Near Me
What is the value of a financial advisor near me? The personal touch. Here are four stories of how flesh-and-blood advisors you meet in person (that’s opposed to a Robo-advisor, where your contact is digital or over a phone line) benefited their clients.
These good advisors helped clients to overcome emotionally based decisions, stop them from making mistakes, figure out whether to make a big purchase, and decipher arcane retirement plans. We’ll have separate articles throughout the summer describing in greater detail how they helped their clients.
Planning is so very vital for your future. According to a study by insurer Northwestern Mutual, a large majority (72%) of U.S. adults believes that the economy will suffer future crises. But two-thirds of them don’t have a financial plan. Plans are not static. Once you have a plan in hand, ongoing contact with your advisor is vital to make the plan work.
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Prevented an emotional decision. A client of Nicholas Atkeson and Andrew Houghton, the founding partners of Delta Investment Management in San Francisco, feared that the stock market was getting too frothy recently and it was time to sell. No one can predict the market, and the wisest course is to have a well-diversified portfolio that you stay true to through good and bad times. There is room for rebalancing, certainly, but panicked decisions are almost always bad ones.
“Our role as financial advisors near me is to gently guide the client back on the road to smart portfolio management,” Atkeson and Houghton write. “The best deed we have done for a client is simply telling him it is a bad idea to be ruled by emotions.” The client relented from this ill-chosen decision.
Headed off an investment mistake. It’s amazing how often you come across seemingly great investment opportunities. Guess what? They are traps. Karl Schwartz, an advisor with Hewins Financial Advisors near me in Miami, notes that a client knew “a guy” who could get him into a sure-fire money-making investment, a South African gold mine. Trouble is, there is no such thing as a sure-fire investment. Schwartz managed to convince his client, through patient persuasion, that this great plan simply was not a good one.
When you hear about such bonanzas, Schwartz reports, “you cringe, as you know right away it’s a bad idea for the client.” Gold did well after the financial crisis but has lagged lately. It defines volatile.
Helped make a big purchasing decision. The question of whether to buy or rent is a major item in people’s lives. For many, their home is their largest asset. John C. Fales, lead advisor Allos Investment Advisors, which has offices in Phoenix and Overland Park, Kan., had a client who inherited some money and wanted to know how best to deploy it. He could buy a home for $150,000, or over the next 25 years, could pay out $300,000 in rent.
Fales did the math and figured out that, in this instance, it made more sense to buy. The client likely would have money left over to put into other investments, which would not be so if he were shelling out for rent over the next quarter-century.
Decoded abstruse pension details. A knotty problem confronted a client of Adam D. Koos, founder, and president of Libertas Wealth Management Group, in Columbus Ohio. The client, a fireman, had previously been a police officer for eight years. When he quit the force, he collected his pension money as a lump sum. Now in his 50s, he wondered if he could buy back those eight years and thus boost his pension in the state-run pension fund for cops and firefighters.
Koos crunched the numbers and discovered that, for $80,000, the client could buy back the lost time and end up with a pension worth $500,000. As Koos puts it, this gives his client the “confidence that he and his wife will be able to retire on time and spend their later years doing what they enjoy.”
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Wow I actually finished a fanfic for once. This is for @inupi 's bimbo bonanza collab. God my mind goes brrrr for a sweet dumb girl (and boy, I love my himbos)
Yuuji Itadori x Bimbo! reader
All characters are 18+
For context I made it so that reader and the other first years are in their second year of university.
No curse AU
Work count: 3.2k
Slight slut shaming from Sukuna. Minors DNI and it's referenced that reader has a more chubby body type but nothing explicit.
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His feet were sore and his arms were starting to ache but he didn’t care.
Hearing your giggles coming from the dressing room kept a cheerful smile on his face as you were getting changed into yet another dress you wanted to show him. He knew at 1:30 in the afternoon you were meant to be in your chemistry lecture, but with a bat of your lashes and a reassurance you’ll catch up on what you've missed from a classmate (he knew you would just copy but as long as you pass and are happy he couldn’t care less about how your classmates feel) he let you drag him around from store to store through Roppongi.
Hearing the ping come from his phone, Yuuji fetched it from his pocket. He saw it was a notification from the group chat that he, Nobara and Megumi were in.
Megumi: Itadori where are you? Did you forget we was going to study with the third years today?
Oh? Guess he forgot he made plans. Oh well, he was sure they’ll understand he’s got important business to tend to.
Yuji: Ah~ Sorry, I’m out shopping with the gf rn completely forgot!
Nobara: You goddamn simp. You two make me ill. I can’t believe you was the first of us to get a relationship 凸(｀△´＋）
‘How does this one look?’
At the sound of your voice his head snapped up, immediately disregarding his half typed reply.
Holy shit.
He knew you were fond of short skirts and dresses (something that he vividly remembered you getting in trouble with in high school by getting a size too small). The low cut of the dress pushing up your breast and the length cutting off just at your upper thigh, showing off your thick thighs in all their glory.
At the lack of response from your boyfriend you pout, did he not like it? Before you could ask him again a wide toothy grin broke out on his face.
‘You look great baby!’ eyes wide and cheeks flushed, ‘ why don’t you show me the back?’
Giving a short twirl, you faced towards the dressing room mirror, looking over your shoulder as you showed off the dress to your boyfriend. Amber eyes trailed down your back to where your ass was snuggly fitted into the dress. God, how did he get so lucky to get someone like you?
He remembers the first time he saw you in high school, transferring from abroad and speaking in broken Japanese, only enough to get by in class. Another memory comes to mind when his friends asked him who he had a crush on; his answer was definitely something that threw his friends off.
—--
‘Eh? Her? I didn’t know you liked them ditzy Itadori’
‘You really are an ass man aren’t you?’ another friend laughed.
His cheeks flushed as he moved his sight over to you sitting with your own group of friends, the buttons of your uniform straining across your bust and skirt rising up your thighs.
—--
‘I’m going to go pay for the dress and then we can go get something to eat Yu. Oooo maybe that new pancake place down the street, they recently added a strawberry drink on the menu and it looks so cute! I promised Nobara I’d instagram it for her’
At the mention of Nobara he realised he forgot to reply to the group chat; sending a half assed reply he shoved his phone back into his pocket and caught up to you at the counter and getting out his wallet to pay for the dress. He doesn’t know exactly where you would wear it so it looks like he’d have to take you out on a more high end date night at some point in the future; his heart was racing already imagining you getting ready and making yourself pretty just for him, your Yu.
Watching him hand the cashier 9500 yen you let out a squeal and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a hearty kiss.
‘Thank you so much baby!’
Grabbing his hand you dragged him from the store towards the pancake place you mentioned to him earlier, although if he was honest he didn’t pay too much attention considering he attention was largely on your ass in that dress.
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‘God I’m so full, those pancakes were so yummy!’
Cheek resting on his first he watched you drink the last on your strawberry shake you was so excited to try, after you instagrammed it with a filter for Nobara.
With both hands placed on the table Yuuji hauled himself out of his seat ‘come on, I’ll walk you back to your dorm’.
Getting up out of your own seat, you placed your manicured hand into his while your bags hung from his opposing arm as the both of you walked towards your dorm room.
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The same arm carrying your bags had now gone numb as you were both outside your dorm door, he didn’t want to leave until you were in and safe, however you were still rummaging through your handbag for a key that by this point he was certain wasn’t there.
‘I swear I put it in here earlier, how did I lock the door?’
Poor Yuuji didn’t have the heart to tell you that you didn’t, you have a bad habit of forgetting and your roommate has long since given up nagging you about it, they lock the door behind you now. Unfortunately it was the same roommate that has locked you out currently and decided tonight was the night to spend at her boyfriend's place.
Tears sprung up to your eyes ‘what if I have to sleep on the street tonight?’
‘What? Don’t be ridiculous baby, you’re going to sleep at mine tonight’
As quick as they came the tears dried up and your boyfriend's hand engulfed yours as the both of you walked towards the station to catch the next train to Yuuji’s apartment.
As much as he adored you, he used any and every excuse he could think of to try and avoid bringing you home, not because he’s ashamed or embarrassed of you but because he dreads to think how Sukuna would talk to you.
Yuuji knows he isn’t exactly the smartest guy and he gets his fair share of insults flung his way by his older brother; he couldn’t live with himself if you got upset over a situation he could avoid putting you in.
Checking through some of the notifications on his phone while you cuddled into his side on the train he took note of the time. Sukuna works night shifts at a club in the city centre so with any luck he’ll be gone by the time you two get to the apartment and will be able to leave while he’s passed out catching up on his sleep. His shoulders slumped, more relaxed that he won’t have to deal with Sukuna tonight.
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This was it, this is his 13th reason. He should have known damn well his brother couldn’t let him have one thing.
The moment he opened the door to his apartment the smell of cigarettes and indie rock playing in the background was enough to let him know that Sukuna, was in fact, not at work tonight. The shit eating grin that broke out on his face when he looked over from his place on the sofa and saw you, his precious little girlfriend standing behind him, not even aware of the man looking at you but more entertained with all the posters and pictures littering the wall.
‘You’re back late punk. Spending some quality time with your girlfriend I take it?’
The innuendo wasn’t lost on him, his frown deepened as you finally realised that there was someone else in the apartment. With a cherub-like smile you greeted the older man. You knew Yuuji had an older brother, however he didn’t expand much on it and you couldn’t remember often enough to ask.
‘Now ain’t you cute? Yuuji why did you not bring her over sooner?’
Now that you looked closer you can really see the resemblance, from their pink hair to their chestnut brown eyes. However you noticed Yuuji’s brother was a lot more muscular, hair slightly longer and brushed back and tattooed. The tattoos on his face and running down his bare chest caught your attention, after all it wasn’t as common to see someone as heavily tattooed as him since you moved to Japan.
‘You’re never home, now if you excuse us we’re going to my room’
Keep it curt, keep it blunt and just walk away. If Yuuji gave him any opportunity to make a remark he knew his brother would take it up in an instant.
‘Make sure to keep it down then yeah, common courtesy and all that’.
That son of a bitch, these were clearly going over your head as you responded with a chipper ‘yes sir’ and the barking laughter of Sukuna followed you both to his room.
‘What was so funny? Did I make a joke?’
‘No baby, he’s always been weird like that’.
With that the both of you got comfy on his bed which he’s thanking the heavens he made this morning. Scrolling through his netflix he landed on a K-drama that if he was honest, was full of plot holes and classic tropes; but you seemed to be highly invested in it, so he kept it on knowing you would get confused if he changed the movie now.
You wrapped your arms around his waist as you leaned more into him and his own arm wrapped around you with his hand placed on the curve of your hip. Glancing down he felt the hot flush of arousal, he hadn’t noticed the lack of bra today. In this position the creamy skin of your breasts was on show to him and the pebbling of your nipples visible through your shirt. He mentally curses to himself as his pants start to feel more constricting as he feels himself get half hard.
‘Yu, I’m thirsty’.
Fuck, he either sends you to get it yourself which will end up with you getting pouty at him, on top of that Sukuna will be having a field day being able to catch you on your own in their kitchen; especially since his brother has eyes like a hawk and more than likely noticed your lack of bra before he did.
Or he gets up to go get the drink himself and you either catch his half hard cock or his brother does, and truthfully only one sounded less embarrassing to him. He’s no virgin by any means, and the two of you have done some heavy groping and a few hand jobs here and there but neither of you have slept with each other yet. Not for your lack of trying though, you’re an open book about how much you want to please him, but Yuuji has held off out of the respect he has for you.
He knows that because you’re a little more.. ditzy than other girls, guys have tried to take advantage of your nature before, he saw it during high school and during your first year of university, before the two of you got together.
Your slow nature is also another reason he wants to keep you away from his brother; he’ll push his luck as far as he can with you. If it wasn’t for him being financially dependent on Sukuna, he would have moved out a long time ago.
With an internal sign he decided to bite the bullet, a roasting from Sukuna about being caught with a boner is surely the better outcome than seeing how far he’ll take it by touching you up.
Unfortunately he couldn’t get off the bed before you noticed his problem.
‘Oh! Yu you should have told me’ with a pout ‘I can help you with that’
The red hot flush went straight to his cheeks, as he tried to get up off the bed, but was pushed down by your hands.
‘You really don’t have to do that baby, it’s fine don’t worry’
He felt your hands play with the zipper of his pants and in one swift motion, you had yanked both his pants and boxers down, the tip of his cock was swollen, heavy and red by this point, the beads of precum already having ruined his boxers.
He felt the soft skin of your palm wrap around his cock. He couldn’t help but think how pretty they looked with your freshly manicured nails (paid for by him of course, and he would happily pay for them again). A hiss escaped him as you started to move your hand up and down his shaft, the pad of your thumb rubbing against the slit each time you bring your hand back up.
‘Hn, baby you don’t have to’
‘But I want to’
With that you give his tip a kitten lick before taking it into your mouth, causing the pink haired boy to tense, his abdomen muscles clenching as if to stop himself busting a nut right then and there. His teeth are tightly digging into his lip to keep his moans from escaping.
You took him further into your mouth, the wet sounds of your tongue making room to take him made his dick throb harder. Whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth you took into your hand and softly pumped the rest of him.
He could see it, the streaks of your lipstick and the stickiness of your lipgloss wiping off on his shaft. Jesus fucking christ that was hot. One arm was positioned further back to hold his body up to get a better view of you while his spare hand made its way to the bad of your head and tangled into your hair. It took everything in him to not push down and make you take it all, the tears prickling the corner of your eyes already letting him know you’re taking as much as you can.
Instead he follows your rhythm and guides you up and down his shaft, each soft gag and moan vibrating up his dick and making his balls tighten. If he didn’t get you off him soon he’s gonna blow.
‘F-fuck, inside. I want to be inside you’
That was all you needed to hear. Pulling the shirt over your head, your breasts gave an almost comical bounce and Yuujis hot mouth soon made its home on your nipples as he took them into his mouth.
Aiding you in getting your skirt and thong off, he wrapped his arms around your waist as he pulled you into his lap, the shaft of his cock snuggled between your cheeks. He removed himself from your breasts and planted his lips on yours, tongues moving between each other's mouths.
He placed his hands on your hips and lifted you up ever so slightly before rearranging himself so that his leaking top was placed at your entrance. With one swift pull of your hips he entered you. Letting out a load moan from being filled up by him for the first time Yuuji quickly placed his plam over your mouth.
‘Shit, we don’t want my brother to overhear us, do you baby?’
A small shake of your head was all he needed to hear, as quick as he removed his palm from over your mouth he pushed two fingers in between your lips. The soft bucking of his hips beneath you and the friction of his pubic bone rubbing against your clit was enough to turn your brain to mush. You welcomed his thick fingers with a gentle suckle and rocked your hips in retaliation. With one of his hands placed on your hip and the other with his fingers pressing down on your tongue, you used your free hands to give him a show.
Placing your hands on your lower belly, sliding them upwards. You didn’t bother to check if he was watching, just having another set of hands on your was enough to produce more slick. As your hands reached up towards your sternum you took your breasts into your hands, squeezing them for pleasure as the friction on your nipples caused your core to clench around Yuuji, causing a quiet groan to be produced from him.
He pulled his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva still connected your tongue to his fingers tip. ‘Remember, be quiet baby’.
With that both hands were on your hips and the pace of his thrusts got faster and more violent. Grabbing you and lifting you up before slamming you back down onto his weeping cock, the thick creamy ring of precum forming around his shaft with each up and down motion of your pussy engulfing him. What a good girl you are for him, he can see you trying your hardest to be quiet, his fingers replaced with your own as you’re trying not to let your moans get too loud.
He would almost be paranoid that Sukuna could hear the wet slapping of your hips coming together but the clenching of your pussy around his cock was too much for him to pay too much attention to anyone else around him.
His pace grew erratic as he lifted up his legs so you could lean back and rest on his thighs, his hips snapping up at a more volatile pace, he felt you clench around him more regularly now, he knew you was close and god he couldn’t hold on much longer either.
‘C-cum, I’m gonna cum - oh god - Yuuji~’
With one final pump of his hips you clenched around him so tight it was almost painful, the milky spurts of his cum coating your walls. It would have been perfect if it wasn’t for the fact your loud pornographic moan was the reason he busted his load when he did.
You slumped on top of him, softening erection still stuffed inside you and sweat rolling down between your breasts. You clearly didn’t realise how loud you moaned. You looked so fucked out and pretty as he leaned back onto his pillows, bringing your body to rest on top of his. Fuck it, maybe Sukuna didn’t hear, hell who cares by this point; after all he was the one that got laid.
‘I love you Yuuji’
Arms wrapped tightly around your waist and digging your head into his shoulder, Yuuji couldn’t help but think, how did he get so lucky to have you.
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‘Shit’
His chest was sweaty and his palm sticky, covered in his own cum as his cock was softening and going limp in his hand.
What was he supposed to do? When his little brother had walked in with a hot piece of ass like that, tits squished into a tiny shirt and had her moaning like a whore.
Sukuna washed his hands under the kitchen sink and made his way back to his previous position on the sofa. With any luck in the morning he might be able to get another glimpse at you, hell, might even try to convince Yuuji to let him have a go at that tight cunt of yours.
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I’m really tired and I’m getting pretty bad at doing these so this is gonna be quick because the newest chapter got delayed 2 weeks! Boy Murata sure is lazy! (This is sarcasm please don’t kill me).
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Flashy Flash Ass Shot Number 37 (this month).
Within the year 2022, Murata is just gonna start drawing his dick outline through the suit huh. Maybe even give him pointy tinfoil hat nipples like Fubuki since we’re already like 80% there.
I think this King panel is cute. He’s so happy :) but I also think it’s really funny that he’s just screaming at the top of his lungs as is shown with not one, not two, but THREE exclamation points. When was the last time you saw a grown ass white man lean forward, open his mouth all the way, and scream. When was the last time anyone heard that with their real life human ears. Everyone on that battlefield is looking over their shoulder and questioning whether or not they’d get their shit kicked in if they told him to shut up.
Also, he’s doing this at the sight of Saitama coming back from the shadow realm (with Mike Wazowski and the juiciest little piece of ass on the planet [Flashy]). Homosexual behavior. See that blush? Murata might as well draw him getting a full boner. (This is also sarcasm please don’t kill me)
I don’t know why I think this is so funny like he’s got NO ARMS OR LEGS 😭😭 HES BARELY ALIVE DUDE STOP TOUCHING HIS HEART HOLY SHIT.
“Bro, your heart got stronger because of the battle bro.”
“No, bro. My heart got stronger because of you.”
“Bro…”
“Bro…”
I love these two shits so much. Look at Genos’ over-dramatic puppy stare. It’s like he’s front row at a Beyoncé concert.
Everyone talks about King’s plot armor but what about Saitama? More specifically, the plot armor his teacher relationship to Genos has. Fucker doesn’t do anything and it’s like the most amazing shit to Robocop over here. I think it’s hilarious. I wouldn’t mind if they continued it until the end of the series because it’s such a good running bit, and when it’s not being used as a funny bit, it’s being used as a sentimental one. Saitama doesn’t even have to try. He’s just that inspiring.
I mean, for most guys, when you work out every day for 3 years straight to such extremes, people just say you have depression. Which is also true for Saitama, but he got powers and— I forgot my point.
Drinking a gallon of GFuel every day has crippled King’s kidneys and he now pees out stones the size of the Crown Jewels.
This is hilarious. “I’m glad you made it Mr. Saitama, yeah!” Okay Pokémon dialogue. I know shit gets lost in translation and that makes some of the dialogue seem ham-fisted, but I like the idea of King unironically saying Mr. Saitama while the S-Class is around just to seem more put-together and professional. He’s like thirty, right? But he’s a bigass nerd loser (with kidney stones), it just seems like the kind of thing he would do. It’s either that or him calling everyone bro.
I’m not reading all that. Good for you, or sorry that happened.
Me at age 15, dungeon master to my friend’s shitty dnd circle and trying to come up with a cool name to the magic system I made up like ten minutes prior.
It is funny imagining him during his dojo-busting days or whatever. I imagine the teachers would talk to each other like “oh be careful! Garou fucked my shit up so make sure you’re super cautious.” and then the other guy would be like “nonsense! My disciples are super talented and shit. We’ll fuck him up!” And then their disciples actually suck and they get their shit pushed in. Repeat 30x
Now, I know this means jack shit coming from a dumbfuck but a big part of being intelligent is your capacity to learn! Garou absorbs shit like a sponge at 90mph! He’s a genius, but we already knew that. It’s just funny that he’s dumb and smart at the same time, which is inherent when you’re 18 and haven’t been to school in like 8 years and also 18. He’s 18 and he’s dumb. Did I say that? He’s stupid. Fuck him. I’m gonna hit him with my car. Deflect this Nissan Altima 2020, dumbass.
Garou is a dirty hypocrite and that’s good! — Words you never thought I would say.
At first I got annoyed at this but now I think it’s pretty cool (if done on purpose).
“You’re a hero, yet you sucker punch me like that?” Sir can we rewind to when you beat Mumen Rider, who was defenseless at the time (and ALSO took a punch for you), to the brink of death? Could we also rewind to that time you literally walked up to Golden Ball while he was off duty and committing the crime of—checks notes—getting a drink, and decided fuck him up for no reason?
Also, going to him getting upset at being ganged up on by the heroes at the shed fight: would you or would you not also round up your homies if you knew some bigass shit was beating the hell out of your coworkers for no reason? I’m not saying it’s the right thing to do, or that I condone it, but I understand, man! This was after Garou took out TWO S-Class heroes, they knew he’d be hard to get, and that’s his fault for knocking people’s shit around in the first place! Consequences of your actions, bitch!
And he was disgusted with their behavior because the heroes were doing it for themselves and not public safety (or just… general pursuit of justice I guess?), which is probably true, but like… do they need to do it for public safety? He obviously wasn’t hurting civilians. The heroes acted out of self-defense, because they had in their minds that any one of them could be next if they hadn’t at least tried to snuff him out. Garou KNEW he had the upper hand even while fevered, and he used their own weapons against them, and their own bodies against them.
So him saying that to Flashy Flash after all he’s done—after attacking and traumatizing and injuring innocent people while he knew he had the advantage MULTIPLE times, is ironic. He’s a hypocrite. And I think that’s cool, because it’s a very human trait to have.
Even Saitama is kinda guilty of it. He gave the credit of killing the Deep Sea King to the other heroes, and then later on complains that he gets no recognition or credit for the work he does. People often say one thing and then do another, and that’s a cool thing that characters need to do more.
(You could argue that Garou is a monster so the same standards of “heroism” don’t apply, but he’s still a hypocrite! Berating others for doing the same shit you’re doing/have done is literally the definition of it lmao. His whole arc is him turning into the very thing he despises: a bully. Still love him tho! He’s a cool character.)
There are many benefits to being a marine biologist.
Evil Natural Ocean blinking once just cost the taxpayers 5.7 trillion dollars and that is NOT an exaggeration.
I really love this panel. I can tell Murata likes drawing jets and military shit because he always goes all-out. That’s all I have to say about it, I just wanted to make everyone look at it again :)
In conclusion: character flaws are good. I’m pretty sure the country OPM takes place in is bankrupt. Genos is one Death Grips track away from dying. King is going through kidney failure right the fuck now. And most importantly: lots of cardio gets you a fat ass, evidently. Happy new year, everyone. Thanks for reading.
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Truth or Drink (Tom Holland)
[YouTube AU: Video 2]
a/n: this took a while asdfghjkl this was in my drafts since oct. at 7k already (but got distracted with other WIPs as always) and was suggested by this anon back in aug. so i’m sorry this took a so long hun. also, the gif took a fucking while too ‘cause we are extra in this house haha (i mean, i wanted the time in the vid to match the wc so ha). anyway, enough babbling and let’s get into the video! lol, i hope you guys enjoy this one!
summary: You and Tom do a couples Q&A where you spilled steamy secrets with the help from alcohol.
pairing: tom holland x fem!reader
warnings: dialogue bonanza (lots of laughing and asking), alcohol consumption, secret spilling (from both parties), teasing from everyone (will include dirty jokes from the lads), mentions of smut & risque aka sex-themed questions.
word count: 14.2k+ (aha enjoy!)
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⚠ DISCLAIMER: this is a multi-part (not a series) which is basically one-shots happening in the same universe meaning you don’t need to read the previous one to understand this one since they are not heavily connected plot wise. although each fic does happen chronologically, you don’t need to read them in order much like how you don’t need to watch youtube videos in order.
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You knew something was about to happen the moment you walked into the dining area, the way Tom immediately went to latch onto you like a koala bear—as if he hasn't seen you just minutes before—tells all.
"What are you up to now?" you asked with a playful scrunch of your nose.
You rested your hands on his shoulders, the fabric of his pink hoodie—while you wore his other pink hoodie, outfits not at all planned since you just took the first thing you saw in his closet—soft to the touch as you took a glance at the camera that was set up at the head of the dining table. The greenery of the outside world behind the glass doors served as a backdrop to the shot.
The crease between your brows deepened at the sight, gaze landing back on the boy attached to your hip who was hugging you sideways with a certain glow in his eyes.
"I'm not up to anything," Tom denied, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck to litter the skin with sweet and soft kisses. Although the gesture made your heart melt, it also made your suspicion grow. You just know there was more to this than meets the eye.
Strong arms staying around your torso, Tom pulled away slightly so he could meet your gaze again, a certain smile growing on his lips, one you know too well. It was the usual smile he wears whenever he wants something from you, a favor perhaps. An all too powerful grin that had you made him get away with things—mostly stupid ones—easily that you aren't exactly proud to admit.
"Tom," you warned with a raise of a brow, enough seriousness and command in your tone that he was quick to give in.
"Okay, okay, we're shooting the next video," he chuckled, tracing your jaw with the tip of his nose before giving it a soft peck. "Which I am hoping you'll do with me still," he murmured, placing another kiss on your cheek before pulling away to look at you fully as he flashed you a not-so-innocent smile.
Bingo.
Tom just doesn't suddenly become so clingy—well, he normally is but more than usual anyway—especially out of nowhere without it having an underlying reason.
You narrowed your eyes at him skeptically. You stayed silent as you weighed your odds, if the enjoyment of making the video was worth it for you to endure the obvious embarrassment that would come with it. You do love this YouTube thing he's got going on, you truly do enjoy being a part of it. But with the things he's spilled in the last video, you just want to make sure that this time won't be too much, though you highly doubt it.
It was hilarious how his bottom lip started to go at your reaction, eyes turning rounder, cuter that would give Puss in Boots a run for his money. And just as you counted in your head, three, two, one—
"Please, darling? Do it with me?" Tom cooed, placing his head on your shoulder as he gave your waist a loving squeeze, fluttering his eyelashes at you in the most adorable of ways with that cute pout to match. It was his signature look whenever he wanted something, the look of handsome and adorable persuasion. "I'll keep the secret-spilling at a minimum, love. And besides, we can always edit it out."
You let out a soft sigh, shaking your head at the fact that you're saying yes either way. You can never say no whenever he puts on that very persuasive face of his, can never resist him even if you tried. And of course, Tom knows this power he has over you, and he's mastered a way on how and when to use it to his advantage.
You aren't exactly proud to say that he has never failed once, his tactic very effective and that's putting it lightly. It's sneaky and annoying sometimes but it's still cute nonetheless.
Though, never did he once abuse this weakness of yours, only using it with the little things—like letting him sneak in some snacks on set when he was instructed not to or when he wants to do certain stuff—because when it's something serious and you say 'no,' then he's quick to listen and settle when you've made your final decision. He knows you only have the best intentions when it comes to his safety and just him in general, so there's really no doubt on Tom's behalf when it comes to following you on that.
"Why me? Why not give the other boys a chance to be in the spotlight?" you proposed, not giving him the satisfaction of winning just yet.
Tom shrugged with a wide smile. "The fans love you," he hummed.
The reception of the last video was mostly positive. Maybe it was the fact that you've been with Tom for a couple years already.
Your relationship was private of course, but it wasn't a secret. It was relatively the both of you showing glimpses of it every now and then online. So, compared to when the news first broke out, this time was a bit calmer. There are still trolls and haters—they're always going to be there unfortunately—but you've learned to shut them out, turning your focus more on the ones who are very positive and supportive. They should be the only ones who should be given attention to, no point wasting your energy on random keyboard warriors.
"You mean they love it when I make fun of you?" you said, laughter escaping your lips soon after when Tom buried his face back on the crook of your neck as he groaned in dismay.
Let's just say his fans quite enjoyed how you handled him in the last video, the teasing, the banter, the whole lot. Tom hasn't been able to escape the countless clips that are circulating the good old internet. No matter which platform he uses, a clip or meme is always there to haunt him. Most of them vary from him screaming and wriggling in pain; laughing like a hyena while also wriggling in pain; the random facial expressions he's made; and even sometimes, a snapshot of you looking at him in great disappointment and/or embarrassment. That's just some among the plethora of other memes.
Tom had seen it coming of course, but it doesn't mean it's any less embarrassing, especially with how clueless he seemed when it came to women.
"Unfortunately, that too," he grumbled.
"Okay then, might as well give them more content," you teased, Tom pulling away again to gawk at you with a look of feign betrayal crossing his features. You could only laugh at that, giving his jutted out lip a kiss to replace it with one of his many sweet smiles. Despite you saying it in a joking manner, he can't really deny that that would happen either way. After all, no matter what he does, he will always be a walking meme.
Tom finally lets you go after one more peck on the cheek, guiding you towards the seat by the other end of the table soon after. He helped you in like the gentleman that he is, a kiss landing on top of your head once you were seated before he made his way towards his place.
"What are we doing this time?" you asked when Tom sat down on the chair across from you.
And as if on cue, Harry walked into the dining area with two bottles of gin on hand, Harrison following suit with a bowl of half-sliced limes along with Tuwaine with a bucket of ice and two Collins glasses.
"Truth or drink," Harry said with a wide grin, lifting the bottles of Aviation gin to further prove his point.
"You guys chose me to do this with him because I'm a lightweight, which means I'm more likely to talk, didn't you?" you said, narrowing your eyes at each of them as they placed their respective items right in front of you in the middle of the table.
All three boys gasped exaggeratedly at your accusation, shaking their heads as they made their way behind the camera, chorusing a bunched of:
"Oh no, of course not."
"That was not the plan."
"We would never."
You could only roll your eyes at them, playfully of course, turning back to Tom who was quick to throw his hands up in surrender once he took in your expression of pure suspicion.
"I swear, I just want to do this with you, plain and simple," he confessed, though his follow up sentence made you think that it wasn't as plain and simple. "But you are very funny when you have alcohol in your system."
"Does that mean I'm not when sober?" You raised your brow at the man across you, sitting straight up as you clasp your hands together, resting it on the table to seem serious.
Tom shook his head frantically. "No! You're still very funny sober!" he rushed. "Love, you know what I meant," he added with a whine, head dropping low once you let out a laugh, only lifting it back up to shoot you another pout. He can be quite gullible sometimes and you honestly love it, love teasing him about.
"Besides, it's a couples Q&A and the only couple here are you two so there aren't really any options. The only difference is that it has alcohol to spice things up a little," Harry said, now in his place behind the camera just like before.
"With equally spicy questions," Harrison added with a wriggle of his brows, coming back up on the head of the table to place a stack of white cards to which you assumed was where the questions were written.
"You guys wrote the questions didn't you? Okay, this is a set up," you joked.
"They're harmless questions I swear!" Harrison defended with a laugh before returning back to his place by the camera. Though knowing them for as long as you have, you've learned to never trust those words fully. It was highly expected that the questions aren't going to be simple, let alone safe for work.
"But if you're not comfortable doing it, it's totally fine, darling," Tom said, smiling sweetly as he grabbed your hands across the table and gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. He knows you have never been an avid drinker. As you've said, you are lightweight. So, if ever you wanted to back out, he's just making sure you know that you have the option to.
"No, I'm fine with it. This will be fun," you said, flashing him a true, reassuring smile of your own, squeezing his hand in return for good measure. "But can I at least have some juice or something? I'm not drinking gin straight," you added.
"Figured you'd say that," Tom said with a wide grin, rushing up from his seat and disappearing into the kitchen. He came back not long after with a bottle of orange juice on one hand all while holding a spoon and paring knife on the other. "Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice," he sang the good old Snoop Dogg classic no matter how corny, placing the bottle juice right beside the gin on the head of the table.
You narrowed your eyes at your man. "You seem prepared Tom."
"Nope, I just know you too well," he hummed, giving you a sweet peck on the forehead before he was back on his seat across you.
"Right, let's give the people what they want," you said, rubbing your hands together with a wide smile.
It was Tom's turn to look at you skeptically. "Why do I have a feeling that we'll just take turns in exposing each other?"
You tilted your head at him with a grin, shrugging your shoulders and said,
"How bad can it be?"
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"And we are rolling."
"What's up guys! Tom Holland here," he introduced with a loud clap. "I'm back with another video joined by none other than the gorgeous Y/N." You waved at the camera with a sweet smile at the mention of your name. "The rest of the gang are behind the camera as per usual," Tom added, the lads cheering at their cue unenthusiastically and totally not in sync, chuckles and giggles following soon after.
"You can feel the excitement in the room," Tom said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. "Anyhow, since lovely Ryan Reynolds sent me a case of gin just recently, I thought; why not put it to good use?" Tom shot the camera a knowing look. "Hashtag not sponsored but should be!" he yelled, making you jump slightly at the sudden loud sound.
"Do you have to be so loud?" you grumbled, playfully covering your ears in the process.
"Oh, sorry love," Tom chuckled, shooting you a sweet smile before turning back to the camera, finger pointed at it as he said, "But Ryan, my DMs are always open."
"Always looking for someone to replace me," you sighed, shaking your head dejectedly as you turned to the camera with a deep frown.
"Ah, here we go," Tom groaned, shooting you a playful glare because he knows that the teasing would only get more and more prominent from here on out.
"What? You and I both know I've got a lot of competition," you said as a matter of fact, leaning back on your seat with arms crossed over your chest. "Mainly Jake G. and Harrison, with a couple of variations here and there but you get what I mean."
Tom shook his head at you with a teasing roll of his eyes. "Once again, my girlfriend everyone," he said to the lens with a tight lip smile before turning back to you with a deadpan expression. You only shrugged in response, flashing him an innocent smile.
"Anyway, a fan suggested this in the comments of the last video so today, we're going to be doing Truth or Drink," he continued, turning back to face the camera. "Rules are simple, we take turns on reading out the questions that are written on these cards right here"—Tom lifted the stack of white, rectangular cards before placing them back on the table—"and we either answer them truthfully or we take a drink."
"Oh and a little disclaimer," you paused as you looked at the camera. "The lads wrote the questions so we have no idea what's in the cards nor did we have any involvement in the choosing of certain topics which are possibly going to be discussed in this video," you added, feeling like it was a fact that needed to be said.
"Parental guidance is advised," Tom chuckled.
"They're not that bad you divs," Harrison grumbled.
Now you're certain on who wrote most of the questions, he's been keen on taking offense whenever anyone gets suspicious over them. "We'll be the judge of that," you stated, raising a brow at Harrison before turning back to Tom.
"Let's get right into it shall we?" Tom proposed. You gave him a nod in response, jutting out two thumbs up for good measure. "Ladies first," he said, flashing you a charming grin as he gestured towards the pile of cards.
You reached over to the pile, making sure to pick the card in the middle just to make sure that it was completely random. You adore the lads, but knowing how mischievous they can get, you've learned to always keep one eye open with regard to everything that they do. Plus, it was so easy to set it up for you to pick a certain question given that it was only you and Tom taking turns on picking a card.
"We are starting off with something a tad bit dark huh." You gave the lads a swift glance before turning to the card you had on hand. "If I killed someone would you help me cover it up?" you read out loud, placing the card on the discarded pile before your gaze landed on Tom who gave you a small, secretive nod 'yes' which only made you giggle.
Tom leaned forward as he rested his elbow on the marble surface, hand playing with his chin with his eyes on the ceiling to seem that he was deep in thought. He turned back to you and said, "Do we not get any context? Was it an accident or was it on purpose? Was it due to hate or fear? Was it justified?"
"It's a yes or no answer Tom," you laughed.
"Well then, you already know the answer but for legal purposes," Tom paused, reaching for the bucket of ice and putting some in his glass. He poured the gin on top of that and then added a dash of lime, swirling around the glass to mix them all together. "My lips are sealed," he chuckled, lifting the glass up to his lips and taking a drink. "Oh, that's good stuff," he commented, taking another sip before putting the glass back down.
"Hypothetically, if you were going to help, you'll probably be the one who'll get us caught if I'm being honest," you giggled to which Tom threw his head back with a laugh.
"Yeah, you'll tell me what you did, I'll get shocked and as we're getting stuff to you know, hypothetically hide the body, I'll go 'I can't believe you killed someone' in public and then someone will hear and call the police and we're done."
You burst out in a hearty laugh at that, nodding your head in agreement. "That's exactly how it's going to happen."
It was Tom's turn to pick a question, his grin growing wider as his eyes scanned the card in his fingers. "What's the most embarrassing thing you've done in front of me?" he asked, his features brightening in excitement because he already knows the answer. There wasn't really much to begin with other than that one incident that will always haunt you for the rest of your life.
"Do you want me to tell them the story?" you sighed, leaning back on your chair with palms flat on the table. It wasn't one of your finest moments that's for sure and Tom hasn't been letting you hear the end of it. In fact, it was one of his favourite stories involving you both.
"It's up to you, love. You don't have to if you don't want to." Tom shrugged with a smirk, reaching for your glass to get your drink made. "But that moment was so adorable for me though, embarrassing for you but very adorable for me," he added with a wink.
"Adorable or ego boosting?" you pointed out with a raise of your brow.
"Both," Tom laughed, adding some ice in your glass and pouring just the right amount of gin soon after.
You watched with an adoring smile as he poured in the orange juice, the sound of silverware and glass clinking together filling the air as he mixed up the liquids. He then squeezed a bit of lime in your drink, taking the paring knife soon after to slice up another lime in a thin circle, making a small slit in the middle so he can put it on the rim of your glass easily. Tom can be extra at times, of course he felt the need to decorate your drink, even when it wasn't exactly necessary but you wouldn't want it any other way.
"Look at you being a bartender," you teased, Tom looking up from his task to shoot you playful wink with a smug smirk to match.
"You love to see it."
You shrugged, not at all denying his claim because well, you do love seeing it.
"Here you go, mi lady," he hummed, handing you your beautifully decorated drink with a proud grin on his lips.
"Thank you, kind sir."
As much as how refreshing the cocktail looked in its cold glass and bright, orange colored glory, you know you had to be strategic with drinking. Because alcohol boosts your confidence, it makes you brave, it makes you say things you wish you hadn't when sober. And with you being lightweight, it isn't exactly ideal to be happy-go-lucky with it, especially knowing how these questions can go from one thing to another real quick.
You thought it's best to share embarrassing things that you can live with to keep the drinking at a minimum, rather than take too much alcohol too fast and say worse things down the line because you got somewhat tipsy or downright drunk. There's really no way of knowing how hard it hits given that different types of alcohol affect you in different ways.
"Okay, it was when we first met, which obviously doesn't make it any less embarrassing, first impressions and all that," you started, sitting straight up as your fingers drummed around the cool surface of your glass. "Me and a friend of mine were at this park and decided it would be fun to rent out these bikes to get around quicker, so we did. Lo and behold, Tom and Harrison were also at said park—"
"Oh yeah, I remember this," Harrison laughed. "This is going to be good."
You shot the blonde lad a quick glare before continuing. "Luck wasn't on my side that day—well, depends on how you look at things because I did meet Tom and seem to have gotten far," you laughed towards the camera, giving Tom a swift glance who was quick to lock eyes with you as he nodded agreeably with a chuckle. "But add that to me being very clumsy and simply put, I fell off the bike right in front of him," you sighed dejectedly, heat coating your cheeks as the lads chuckled in their seats, purely in amusement and not at all in a demeaning way.
"Go on love, let's hear the full thing," Tom encouraged, sitting back on his chair with his arms crossed over his chest to relax, attention fully on you as if he hasn't heard this story many times before. He genuinely does love hearing it. As you've said, it was one of his favourites.
"I'm getting there," you grumbled, narrowing your eyes at Tom who only flashed you an adorable, bright smile, knowing that if he does that, you can't stay mad at him. With a another sigh, you continued, "As we were riding our bikes, we saw him and Harrison sitting on this random bench from afar doing, I don't know, maybe they were on a date or something—"
"Darling, don't try and steer the topic here," Tom laughed. You stuck out your tongue at him—yes, very mature—his laughter only growing louder at your reaction.
"I'm a big fan of the Marvel movies, so obviously, I knew who he was. I was trying to keep my cool, you know, I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of him and thought I'll just ride pass, don't want to disturb whatever they had going on. But as soon as we got near to where they were sat, he looked towards my direction and we made eye contact—"
"The power I have," Tom crooned with a smug smile, earning a pointed eye-roll from you.
"Oh shut up. You know that wasn't the sole reason why I fell," you scoffed. "The chains on my bike went loose so I had no full control over it. We weren't going slowly as well because this friend of mine thought it was a good idea to one up each other so we kept going faster and faster, racing towards who knows what.
"So, my next option was to just plant my foot on the ground to stop it right? But as I've said, luck wasn't on my side that day. Before I could even do it, a rock went under the front wheel—which I didn't see given that I was distracted, you lot know why—and completely took me off balance and the bike went sideways real quick that I didn't have any time to react at all. And...did I roll a few times?" You turned to your boyfriend.
"Twice," he confirmed, a sympathetic smile on his lips as he tilted his head at you sweetly.
"Now, I don't see why you find this story adorable." You narrowed your eyes at your man.
"Not the actual accident, darling. It's what happened after that I found adorable. You were so cute being all shy and embarrassed," Tom defended with a pout. "And you know for a fact that whenever I see you with the smallest scrape or cut I panic and fuss over you immediately."
"You do. A bit too overdramatically," you giggled. It was a bit much sometimes how he worries but that's just Tom being the caring and overprotective boyfriend that he is. "Anyway, so yes, I rolled on the ground twice but all I remember was that I was already lying on my back, watching the sky while my knees, forearms up to my elbows and palms were burning. Then I saw Tom approaching and I swear I was just wishing that the ground would swallow me up right then and there," you finished.
"I quickly rushed to her aid, because you know, I'm Spider-Man," Tom added with a cocky shrugged, arms open wide as if to showcase himself.
There was a loud, collective groan from the lads which earned a laugh from you and a sound of pure protest from Tom.
"It's true!" he exclaimed. "Anyway, she then went, 'oh, my knight and shining armour, my handsome Prince Charming'," Tom gushed, voice at a higher pitch with the utmost exaggeration as he placed the back of his hand over his forehead. "And I went, 'don't worry princess, I'm here to save you,' and then we kissed and lived happily ever after," he concluded with the cheekiest smile.
"We remember this story very differently." You shook your head at him with a hearty laugh. This boy is always something else. "But fine, I'll give you the Prince Charming part because you did look like it.
"What you said was, 'miss, are you alright?' which was very formal of you, especially with the accent." You turned to the camera with a suggestive wiggle of your brows, making Tom drop his head shyly with a chuckle as his cheeks turned slightly pink. "And no, we didn't kiss. You don't kiss people you just met Thomas, get a hold of yourself. He helped me up and was kind enough to offer to take me to the hospital which wasn't needed since it was just a few cuts and scrapes but still insisted that I get checked. Who knew you'd be overprotective since day one," you laughed.
Tom shrugged with a chuckle. "We got to know each other while in the hospital and after she got cleaned up, I thought, I liked talking to her and I really don't want to say goodbye just yet. So, I invited her to lunch which she surprisingly said yes," he teased, sarcasm laced in his tone at his last sentence as he shot the camera a knowing and smug look. You kicked him lightly under the table, the action catching him off guard making him let out a yelp.
"It was more of me being polite because you helped and that. Didn't want to seem rude by saying no," you said, Tom gasping in full offense at your words. You let out a laugh as you rushed, "I'm kidding! Of course I wanted to go to lunch with you. It was impossible to say no because you've been really sweet and a real gentleman that day. And well, it was fun hanging out with you."
Tom smiled widely at that, nothing but pure love coating his features as he held your gaze, hand sneaking over to yours that was on the table and giving it a quick but loving squeeze.
"Where did Harrison go?" Harry wondered, the blonde boy suddenly turning silent and surely enough when you gave him a swift glance, he was already blushing.
"I had my friend with me, Tom had Harrison, you do the math," you said plainly, laughter laced in your tone.
"Oh, so you got some that day," Tuwaine chuckled, nudging the boy beside him with his elbow.
"Shut up, Tuwaine," Harrison grumbled, swatting away his friend lightly.
"But in conclusion, I am a superhero in real life," Tom stated proudly, swiping away the imaginary dust that was lying on his shoulder. He turned to the camera with a bright and wide smile. "But I do thank that bike every day."
"A bit sadistic but okay," you added, looking at Tom skeptically with a scrunch of your nose.
"No! I meant we wouldn't have gotten to know each other if that didn't happen," Tom rushed, lips turning into a pout when you only did nothing but laugh. "You're mean."
"You're just too adorable not to pick on," you giggled, his pout turning more prominent at your words.
You so badly wanted to get up off your seat and give him a proper kiss, but those things are always reserved privately. You two had never been big with public displays of affection, just the casual holding hands and occasional hugs. There are a few instances where you'll sneak a quick kiss while hanging out with friends but that's different compared to it being on tape for the whole world to see later on.
"Anyhow, what's the most embarrassing thing that you have done in front of me?" You asked back, your turn to grin wide because you know which story it was going to be, the way Tom's cheeks were quick to be dusted red was a clear indication that you were right.
"I'm smooth as hell, would never embarrass myself in front of a lady," he said casually, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back on his chair, all cool and suave.
"Oh shut up and tell the story," you said with a playful roll of your eyes, Tom letting out a shy chuckle before he leaned on the table.
"Right, it was our second date and I split my trousers open," he said, short and sweet, though his blush was already deepening because Tom knows the sharing won't stop there.
"Wait, how open?" Tuwaine asked.
"Like full on, centre to back, underwear and inner thighs with a bit of butt showing open. It would have been a bit better if I wore black pants—boxers to the American people—and black trousers right? But me being unlucky, I went for light-coloured denim jeans and black pants that day so it's fully obvious that I did ripped my trousers open," he chuckled shyly, hand going to rub at his shoulder, body slightly crouched as he refused to look away from his glass of gin.
"Go on Thomas, let's hear the full thing," you prodded, throwing his previous words right back at him.
He lifted his head up to shoot you a playful glare, though sat straighter anyway, elbows now on the table with his hands clasped together as he got ready to tell his story. "We were well underway our second date, a simpler one which was a walk in a somewhat less crowded park—"
"What's with you two and parks?" Harrison pointed out with a chuckle.
"Disaster just waiting to happen as you can tell," Tom laughed.
"We've steered clear from parks after all these incidents," you joked with a giggle.
"I did a flip and didn't land the right way was basically what happened," Tom continued, turning to the camera with a look of dismay. "We were walking by a couple of street dancers who were practicing a routine and they were doing all sorts of flips and tricks. She stopped walking completely and watched—wait, correction, stared at this certain bloke who was doing backflips—"
"I was not staring," you butted in. "I was just watching him do his thing and said how cool it was. And why are you making it seem like it's my fault?" you gasped, placing a hand over your heart, feign offence crossing your features.
"I'm not!" Tom laughed, hands up in surrender before he crossed his arms over his chest. "All I'm saying was that I was trying to impress you, which is why I offered to show you a flip. And as everyone in this room knows, I do the stupidest things when trying to impress a girl, especially when I like her that much."
"I was already impressed by you as is Tom, you didn't need to do a flip," you said as a matter of fact, small giggles escaping your lips as you looked at him with nothing but pure adoration. Tom felt his heart melt at the sight and more by your words. "And besides, I already knew you could do it. But somehow you felt the need to prove yourself after you saw me complimenting that dancer," you added.
"It's what you call ego, Tom," Harry laughed.
"Shut up, Harry." Tom shot his brother a glare though chuckled right after because it was in fact a bit true.
It was the silliest thing thinking back on it now, how he just said 'you want to see me do a flip?' out of the blue. You furrowed your brows at him in response, though your smile was laced with amusement. He just wanted to impress you as he'd said. And fine, maybe his ego got struck at teeny bit, and maybe he felt a little jealous that your attention got torn off of him because he truly did like you that much.
But at the end of the day, even though he had a little mishap, it all worked out so he wasn't at all complaining. "Anyway, so I did the flip, completely disregarding the fact that my shoes were slippy and my trousers were tight. I did land upright and not on my face this time so that's something," Tom chuckled. "But my right foot slipped so I was full on going on a wide split which I normally can't do since I am not flexible enough and proceeded to fall on my bum.
"The moment I heard the sound I instantly knew and just went, 'oh no' and remained on the ground because I didn't know what to do then. I was already embarrassed because I slipped, do I really want to tell her I tore open my trousers too?" Tom laughed timidly, the blush on his cheeks turning redder as he rubbed the back of his neck in utter embarrassment.
"I kind of knew right away though because I did hear something rip," you giggled. "He then just slowly stood up, hands behind, flat on his bum and said, 'I split my trousers open' in the smallest voice like a kid who's scared to tell their mum they fell or they'll get scolded. Plus his face was beet red, just like now." You pointed towards your boyfriend, who in turn stuck his tongue out at you as his blush turned into an even deeper shade of crimson.
"Thank God I wore a jacket that day and I was able to at least hide it until we got back to the car or else someone would've clocked it, took a picture, posted it on the internet and it would've made things much worse," Tom pointed out with a chuckle, glad that there was no paparazzi or it would've been a nightmare. "And the fact that you tried so hard not to laugh but still failed made me feel so embarrassed that I was quick to think that that was it. I ruined my chances, no more third date," he added as he turned to you with a small pout.
"I couldn't help laughing because it was the most adorable thing how you went from being all confident and cocksure on doing a flip to this shy boy who refused to look me in the eyes without turning even redder," you said, pure amusement laced in your tone. "But no, that incident made me like you more, it was just too endearing. Third date never left the table after that," you concluded with a sweet smile which only made Tom's grin grow wider.
"Even though she laughed, she was so sweet and kind about it. We had to cut our date shor—actually no, we didn't. We went back to your place and decided to do a movie marathon instead," Tom said fondly, face glowing with joy as the memory brought nothing but warmth across his chest.
"Yeah, with you wearing a pair of my sweatpants," you giggled, mirroring his expression as your mind recalled the sweet moment of you and him, simply cuddled up on the couch.
"And that's on getting the girl by splitting your trousers open," Tom said with a smug smile, pointing at the camera as he shot it a knowing look with a wriggle of his brows.
"And getting the boy by falling off a bike," you added, doing exactly what he did as you turned to face the lens.
"Look at us," Tom gushed, looking back at you with a smile, reaching across the table to take your hand in his. "Hey, look at us."
"Look at us. Who would've thought?" you giggled, giving his hand a squeeze in return.
You were always quick to catch on what he was trying to do that Tom couldn't help but smile widely, heart melting ten times over at the thought of you knowing him so well. "Not me," Tom chuckled, letting go of your hand and holding up his palm for a high-five to which you gladly obliged with laughs of your own.
"You two are made for each other," Harry chuckled with a shake of his head, now just getting that you two were recreating the famous Paul Rudd meme.
"My turn right?" Tom asked. You nodded with a hum as you pushed the pile of cards towards him. He let out a loud scoff once he read the question, his reaction making you raise a brow in both curiosity and slight dread. "Be honest," he said as he looked up from the paper, gaze landing on you. "Who do you love more, me," he paused for dramatic effect, narrowing his eyes at you before continuing, "Or Tessa?"
You let out a small groan as you hang your head low, fingers tracing the side of your cold glass. You let out a sigh of defeat before you met Tom's expectant gaze. "I can't possibly answer that question," you grumbled, bringing the glass up to your lips as you took a swift drink before placing it back down.
"That was such a tiny sip," Harrison pointed out.
"Alright, alright, I guess we can tell who the bad influence here is," you said with a teasing roll of your eyes, but still took another drink anyway, taking in more of it this time around. You just want to play the game fair and square. "You actually made that really well. It's really good," you hummed at Tom as you placed your drink back down, the lad grinning widely in response.
"Why thank you, darling," Tom crooned, voice smooth with a pride-filled smile, pushing over the pile of cards back in the middle of the table to get you to ask the next question.
"Okay, who wrote this?" You turned to the boys behind the camera with a raise of your brow. "If the alcohol wasn't going to do it, then this will definitely get the video restricted, unless you're going to bleep some words out?" You turned to Harry.
"I've got that covered," Harry laughed.
Glancing back at the card you had on hand, you asked, "If our sex life was porn, what genre would it be?" You looked up at Tom to see him try his best to hold back a smirk.
"Nope, not answering that," he laughed with a shake of his head as he lifted his glass off the table. "Mainly because there are too many genres that it would fit for me to only pick one," Tom muttered softly against his drink as he looked at you through his lashes. His words were muffled but you still heard it, you were closer to him after all. You felt your cheeks heat up at that, even more so when your man shot you a teasing wink before downing the shot of gin not long after.
Tom set his glass down and reached over to take another card. "What does your family think of me?" he asked with a clear of his throat.
"Well..." You slowly dragged your drink closer to you, Tom's mouth falling agape that you couldn't help but burst into a hearty laugh. "I'm kidding! You already know how much they love you," you said. "I mean, my parents call him 'son' so." You shrugged as you turned to the camera. Tom puffed out his chest all proud with a very smug smile on his lips. You rolled your eyes, sighing as you added, "They probably even love you more than they love me."
Tom chuckled, "My family loves you more than they love me, too—"
"I can vouch for that," Harry intervened.
"Thanks, Harry," Tom said sarcastically, flashing his brother a forced smile. Turning back to you, he finished, "So, I guess we're even."
You could only nod with a soft giggle, reaching over to the stack of cards to keep the pace going. "Lads! What's with these kinds of questio—you know what, I don't even expect any less from you guys," you sighed, pursing your lips as you re-read the question again before sitting straight up and looked into Tom's eyes. "What would you do if you caught me watching porn?" you asked.
"Watch it with you and help get it done, duh?" he answered without hesitation, leaning back on his chair as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Have done a couple times actually," Tom murmured, somewhat to himself, though not really since everyone in the room—and pretty sure the camera—heard it.
"Tom!" you hissed.
You felt your body tingle, legs instinctively closing together as the countless moments it happened replayed itself inside your brain. Although what he said wasn't false, it wasn't the full truth either. He didn't exactly catch you red handed, never did since you don't watch porn often.
All you did was asked him—merely out of curiosity—what type he mostly watches. Your question sparked an idea in his head which led to you sitting in between his legs, bare back against his naked chest as the laptop sat right in front of you both with the video of his choice.
Tom then made his way with you while you watched, making sure you never take your eyes off the couple on screen or else. He was always fully in control over you every time you do it, his fingers sometimes delicate, mostly rough, touch hot and heavy all over your skin, lips warm on your neck, teeth sharp against your bare shoulder as he brings you to the edge over and over and over with nothing but his hands. And once the video ends, Tom will take it upon himself to re-enact the whole of it with you—if you could still take it of course—bringing what was on screen to real life, full recreation from start to finish.
Best believed you're properly blissed out at the stop of every play.
Your boyfriend's eyes widened once he realized the actual volume of his voice, face turning a deep shade of red, sitting straight abruptly as he rushed, "No! Wait—dammit." Tom casted his eyes down shyly when the boys let out exaggerated gasps and sounds of disapproval, a telltale sign that they already heard it. "I'm sorry, darling." He met your gaze again as he shot you a sheepish smile, his head tilted to the side guiltily to which you only responded with a shake of your head.
Typical Thomas.
"Bleurgh, too much info," Harrison gagged, the other boys following suit with their own sounds of repulsion.
"Oh fuck off you divs. You guys wrote the questions so obviously, you wanted to find out," Tom countered, shooting the lads a glare each.
"We didn't expect you to actually answer it!" Harry defended.
"We're cutting that whole part out, no way that's going up online," you grumbled, eyes staring at nothing but your drink as you tried to hide the obvious embarrassment that's coated your features.
Tom reached across the table to give your hand a squeeze, you meeting his gaze to see him mouth a gentle 'I'm sorry.' You flashed him a sweet smile, squeezing his hand in return to tell him that it was alright. It wasn't live so there wasn't any real harm done, aside from future jokes from the boys. That you can deal with than having that confidential information on the internet which will then follow you around for the rest of eternity.
Letting go of your hand, Tom sat straighter and turned to the camera. "If you guys are wondering why there's a jump cut and my face is suddenly so red, it's because I spilled something I shouldn't have that we had to cut it out. And no, it's something you'll never find out," he chuckled shyly, knowing that once the video goes out, fans are going to be so annoyed and will pester him—and everyone in the room—nonstop to try and find out what was cut.
Better that, than embarrassing you in front of millions though, so he'll deal with them no problem. Because as promised, if you weren't comfortable with it staying in the video, then it gets cut out, no questions asked. You and what you're comfortable with always come first in Tom's book.
"Yet again, thank God we didn't do this live," you muttered with a playful roll of your eyes.
Tom shot you one last apologetic smile before he cleared his throat, "Right, moving on." He shifted in his seat and took another card from the pile. "What's the one thing you'd change about me?" he asked.
"Your height," you answered without missing a beat. You chewed on your lip to suppress a grin but still failed miserably, especially when Tom looked at you with his jaw hanging and his eyes wide open.
A chorus of 'ooh's erupted from the boys which only prompted a laugh from you, the joyous sound growing louder when they started to rub it to Tom even more.
"Pfft, apply ice on the burnt area," Harry said as he blew out his cheeks.
"Mate, she's just bodied you with that," Tuwaine tutted at Tom, rising up from his seat soon after to offer you a high-five. You gladly obliged with a laugh, Tom gawking at you with utmost betrayal on his face.
"You're lucky you're very cute, especially when you laugh," Tom grumbled as he shot you a playful glare. The crinkles on the corner of your eyes deepened as you only smiled brightly at him with a tilt of your head, which honestly made you look even more endearing. He could never be mad at you, too whipped to hold a grudge no matter how much you tease him. And besides, that's all there is to it, nothing but teasing jokes and banter.
"If I were you, Tom, I'd start taking those growth pills before she starts to question why she's even with you," Harrison proposed jokingly which earned boisterous laughter from the rest of the gang.
"You lot are so fucking overdramatic. I'm not that short," Tom quipped with a roll of his eyes, gaze landing back on you with his famous pout now in play yet again. "And babe, it's a truth or drink video, not a roast me video," he stated, palms flat on cool marble as he looked at you with puppy-dog eyes.
"I'm joking! I'm joking," you rushed with a giggle. "I wouldn't change a single thing. You know I love you, just the way you are," you sang the last line, though your voice held nothing but sincerity as you reached over to give his hand a loving squeeze. Tom nodded with a sigh, though never did he doubt your words, knowing it deep in his bones that physical traits would never outweigh how much you love him, no matter what.
"Right, let's keep this going," you said as you took another card. "Who is smarter, me or you?" you asked.
"Me," Tom said proudly.
"Well, that's a lie," you objected.
Tom couldn't help but laugh at that, nodding at you as he chuckled, "It's you, obviously. Have you seen the last video?"
"Hmm, I don't know, I think Tom's smarter. I mean, you decided to date him, Y/N, which isn't exactly the brightest decision," Harry inferred, earning a loud gasp from his older brother.
"Excellent point," you agreed, your boyfriend's head whipping towards your direction with nothing but absolute offense written on his face.
"Babe! You're supposed to be on my side!" Tom exclaimed. "Why are we roasting me all of a sudden?" he complained.
"You're just too fun to pick on," you laughed, Tom's bottom lip jutting out at your words. "Especially when you do that, too cute," you pointed out, the apples of Tom's cheek turning pink as a smile grew on his lips at the compliment. "But I am smarter," you concluded, shooting the camera a wink.
"Will not refute," Tom chuckled, keeping the flow of the game as he took another card. "If you weren't with me, who of my brothers would you consider dating?" he said, voice pitching higher at the last few words. A look of downright disgust covered Tom's face immediately as he looked at the boys behind the camera who were snickering like the mischievous little shits that they are. "You lot are grim."
You matched Tom's expression, scrunching your nose as you shook your head quickly. Having been with Tom long enough, you now see the three of the Holland boys as your own brothers, so the mere thought of dating any of them is just—
"I'm not even going to think about it," you grumbled as you took a sip of your cocktail and then picked a card right away. "Who's the celebrity who you were the most disappointed with when you met them?" you continued swiftly, a smile on your lips as you looked at Tom who let out a sigh.
"You know I can't answer that," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone, your smile growing wider as you picked up the bottle of gin and refilled his glass. "Thank you, darling," he chuckled with a shake of his head, taking a drink right after.
"Is there anyone in my friend group, famous or not, that you do not like?" Tom continued with a raise of his brow, gaze steady on you.
You emptied your glass—that was still half full—without a single word and placed it back down with a small burp. "Oh, excuse me," you cleared your throat with a laugh.
Tom's brows furrowed at you in mere curiosity, gesturing for your glass so he can remake you another drink. You slid it over to him with a soft 'thank you' and a sweet smile. He started opening up the bottle of juice though his eyes were still on you, narrowed in pure skepticism.
"Who?"
"Not part of the question, Tom," you said, flashing him an innocent smile
"I know who it is," Harry coughed fakely.
"Me too," Tuwaine added with a fake cough of his own.
"It's Harrison because he's trying to take you away from me," you commented, laughing at how the blonde lad gasped in utter protest.
"That's a lie because I know who it is too," Harrison defended.
"So, everyone knows except me?" Tom mused, rolling his eyes in the process.
"What else is new?" you giggled with a shrugged, Tom only sighing as he shot you yet another pout. This boy never ceases to use it since he knows you always swoon whenever he does. 'I'll tell you later,' you mouthed, making him nod with a proud smile.
You gently leaned back on your seat, closing your eyes when you felt a little woozy. You took in slow, deep breaths, the marble cold against your palms as your body started to grow warmer from head to toe.
Maybe downing that drink wasn't the best idea.
"You okay, darling?" Tom asked sweetly, tilting his head at you in worry as he went to take your hand in his. His brows knitted together when your skin felt unusually warm in his palms.
"Yeah," you giggled, opening your eyes to meet his concern-filled brown ones, flashing him a reassuring smile and a nod to match as you gave his hand a squeeze. "Just the alcohol slowly kicking in."
"Want to take a minute, sweetheart?"
"No, I'm good. Go on and ask the question bubba," you prompted as you beamed at him, Tom's heart melting at the beautiful curve on your features and more by the sound of that sweet nickname. Although, he knew that you'd reached your calm before the storm.
You're always smiley and extra sweet when you start to get a little tipsy. But from here on out, especially if you decide to take even more alcohol, you start switching from calm to giddily energetic. That's when the words would start flowing out your lips before your brain could even register what you've just said.
Tom replaced your hand with a white card once he was sure you were fine. A cheeky grin erupted on his face as he asked, "What's your favourite sex position?"
You pursed your lips, eyes landing on the ceiling, fingers drumming on the marble surface of the table as you pondered on it for a second. Tom watched you intently, a soft chuckle escaping him when you met his gaze again with a sweet yet shy smile.
"I've got three though," you said, mostly to him but in a not-so-hush tone. Your mind and your mouth don't cooperate sometimes when there's alcohol in the mix.
"Different one for a different mood," Tom hummed with a smirk, finishing up your drink with a squeeze of lime, mixing it up before sliding it back towards you. "Just say one or take a drink, darling."
"I need to slow down with drinking or else I'll be saying much worse things. I can already feel my filter shutting down," you breathed out, tilting your head to the side as you gazed at Tom for a bit of help. "But do I really want this out in the world?"
"Oh, go on Y/N, live a little," Harrison prodded with nothing but utter mischief in his eyes.
You don't know why but somehow, Harrison words were the last straw for that burst of confidence to suddenly overflow. Boldness coated your every nerve as you squeezed your eyes shut and straight up blurted,
"Doggy."
Tom's eyes grew wide, both of his brows rising as he looked at you surprised. Yes, doggy was one of your—and his—favourites, he already knew that, what surprised him was you actually saying it out loud. Although he was swift to turn cocky as he leaned back on his seat, arms crossed over his chest while he kept his gaze steady on you.
As you peaked one eye, you saw that certain smirk of his now playing on his pink lips, one you only ever see privately. You felt your face heat up at that, added from the alcohol and embarrassment. The warmth was quick to spread to the rest of your body though, with the way he was looking at you, it was so hard for it not too. And as your eyes fully soaked him in, gaze traveling from his handsome face sporting that teasing smirk to his bulging biceps, the temperature could only rise. Your senses was now somewhat heightened that you were able to notice every single thing that made your man so fucking attractive and downright hot.
Since when did his hoodie grow even tighter? And damn, why is it so hot all of a sudden? It's probably the alcohol, or mainly just Tom, or simply both.
"Favourite type of porn!" you hear someone from the gang call out—probably Harrison since he's been causing trouble from the very start—interrupting your thoughts. With the alcohol in your system, just as expected, your brain genuinely forgot to take control of your tongue before you could even tell yourself: 'don't!'
"Sometimes hardcore," you let out, slapping your hand over your mouth immediately as your eyes grew wide. You quickly met Tom's eyes, his brown orbs glowing with shock, amusement and a sprinkle of lust. He gave you a soft nod with a soft smile in response, confirming that yes, you said it out loud, and yes it was already too late. "Oh no, this was what I meant when I needed to slow down on alcohol," you groaned, rubbing your hand over your warm face before looking back across your man with a pout.
"Aye! Hardcore doggy yeah?" Harrison cheered teasingly, moving towards Tom and giving his best friend a pat on the shoulder. Tom threw his head back with a laugh, face red but the look of utmost pride was also there. Harrison swiftly offered his fist to Tom, to which the brunette gladly indulged, their knuckles colliding as chuckles escaped the two mates.
You let out a choked laugh as your eyes widened in surprise, jaw going slack with your face heating up even more. "Did you guys just fist bump to that?"
"I mean." Tom shrugged, throwing his hands up with the smuggest grin, causing you to shake your head dejectedly with a groan. You shot Harrison a pointed glare when he went back to his seat, still snickering to his heart's content as if his master plan was in the works.
What a little shit.
"I'm definitely not going to let my parents watch this video," you mumbled with a roll of your eyes.
"I've got a question for Tom though," Tuwaine started, though the glimmer in his eyes told you it wasn't a clean one. "Do you grab it or do you smack it?"
Tom wheezed before erupting into a very rowdy laugh, hands slapping on his thigh as his body shook in nothing but pure enjoyment, his face red from a mixture of embarrassment, glee and the alcohol.
"Oh my—right! Next question!" you squeaked, not giving your boyfriend any time to answer as you attempted to swiftly move on.
"Wait, wait," Tom breathed out as he slowly calmed down, getting up from his seat as he went over to your side. "Harry stop recording for a sec," he called out to his younger brother before he gestured for you to turn until your back was facing the camera.
Tom crouched down in front of you, hands on your knees with a sweet, reassuring smile on his lips. "We'll edit out the parts you're not comfortable with to stay in the vid, alright?" he stated softly.
You nodded with a smile of your own, taking his hand in yours as you played with his fingers. "I'm not opposed to keeping the last two questions since everyone has their favourite position and type of porn. It's normal," you hummed, tilting your head at him as you added, "You saying you've helped me with, you know, that was much more private though, 'cause it's our thing."
"I know, I'm sorry, love," Tom apologized, voice soft but coated with sincerity as his hand went up to cup your face lovingly, brown eyes gazing up into yours with just the same emotions. "We're cutting that part out, I promise."
"But you think your fans would take these questions well?" you queried, leaning into his touch in a way that made Tom's heart do flips inside his chest.
He nodded. "Yeah, I think it's fine. The video is going to be age restricted anyway. And besides, we're both adults, so there's nothing wrong with it," he explained. You hummed in agreement, leaning your head on his hand as you closed your eyes with a soft sigh, your skin very warm against his palm. Tom moved closer to give your lips a sweet peck. "Want some water angel?"
"No, I'm good." You smiled, Tom nodding as he mirrored your grin, giving your lips another kiss before he stood back to his full height and then sat back on his seat.
Shooting Harry the go signal to start recording again, Tom chuckled, "Sorry, needed to cool down for a sec after that." He turned towards the camera, tugging at the collar of his hoodie as he blew out his cheeks to get a point across.
You could only roll your eyes at your man, his laugh growing louder at your reaction. Swiftly taking a card from the pile, you continued with the game. "Is this going to be the theme from here on out, lads?" you asked, eyeing the boys behind the camera suspiciously before you turned back to Tom. "Is there something in the bedroom you'd like to try that you haven't told me?"
Tom's cheeks turned even redder at the question, completely shying away now as his hand went to rub at his shoulder. "I can't think of one right now," he muttered as he looked at you sheepishly. "But no, I'm not answering that since we talk about that off camera anyway," Tom settled with a timid chuckle, refilling his glass and taking a drink of the gin soon after.
"Your turn," you giggled, pushing the pile towards him.
"Oh, okay. What a way to shift the topic," Tom breathed out, scanning the card one more time as he sat up straighter. "If I was in a coma how long would you wait for me?" he asked, meeting your gaze with a tender smile.
"I'll keep waiting for you until you wake up, no matter how long," you answered, without even a single inch of doubt, despite the slight shake in your voice as your eyes started to well up. "Never giving up on you."
"Darling," Tom cooed softly with a pout, the screeching sound of his chair echoing around the space as he pushed his seat back. He went back over to your side quickly, remaining on his feet as he leaned down to engulf you in a tight and warm embrace, swaying you side to side in the most comforting way as he whispered sweet nothings against your hair.
You buried your face in his chest with a shaky breath, the material of his hoodie soft against your cheek. You willed your brain not to think much of it, to not dwell on that thought and focus more on the Tom's warmth that's coated you right now. Or else you'll end up a bawling mess, and with the alcohol in your system, it's not a good idea to start crying now.
Your man pulled away gently with a charming smile, cupping your face with both hands as he towered over your seated form. "I'd do the exact same, just so you know," he hummed, brown eyes locked with yours, his thumbs caressing your cheeks fondly before he dipped his head to capture your lips in a loving kiss. You let out a sweet sigh as you melt at the feeling of his soft lips on yours, mind and heart at ease at familiar warmth. The gesture wasn't fully caught on camera though given that you were turned at the opposite direction.
"I love you," you hummed against his lips.
Tom chuckled sweetly, giving you a few more pecks on the lips before pulling away completely, staring right into your eyes as he whispered, "And I love you."
With that he went back to his seat again, flashing you one of his many charming grins before he turned to the group behind the camera.
"You lot are onto something I can tell," Tom said as he raised a brow at the lads who suspiciously grew quiet, looking everywhere in the room but at you two.
Not thinking much of it, you swiftly took another card and read the question. "What would you do if you suddenly get a call that I was gone?" you trailed off at the end of your sentence, brows knitting together as you turned to the group behind the camera. "Guys, this is a cruel question."
"Oh," Tom faltered, smile slowly slipping away from his face as he casted his eyes at his drink.
"Tom, you don't have to answer it," you called out softly, frown deep on your lips as you reached over to take both his hands in yours. But it was already too late when he squeezed your hand tightly, lifting his head back up to meet your gaze and you felt your heart ache. That's when you saw that his mind was already there, brown orbs glossed up as he let out a shaky breath.
"I'd literally shut down," he croaked. "I-I don't know what'd I do if that happens. I just can't imagine my life without you. I—" he stopped, head dropping as his voice broke.
"Oh Tom, come here," you cooed as you immediately got out of your seat and rounded the table, turning him around and away from shot for a bit of privacy. You squatted in between his legs that were spread apart to be much closer to him, gently cupping his face with both your hands so that you were now within eye level. "Hey, look at me," you whispered when you were met by eyes that were screwed shut.
With a deep intake of breath, Tom willed his eyes to open. He looked at you with a small smile playing on his lips, heart steadying at the sight of your beautiful orbs boring into his own. He leaned forward to close the distance between you two, just so he could feel your lips on his. Tom badly needed to. A soft satisfied sigh erupted out your chest as your hand took home on his warm cheek.
"I'm still here bubba. I'm not going anywhere," you hummed against his lips before giving him warm kisses all over his face that made him stifle out a small laugh. You pulled away a little with a loving smile, wiping away the few tears that sat on his skin with your thumb, your touch gentle and warm.
"I love you so much, you know that?" Tom whispered as he looked at you fondly, nudging the tip of his nose with yours in a wholesome manner.
"I love you too, you sweet, soft boy," you giggled, placing a sweet peck on his lips before pulling him in for a hug. You lifted your head up to shoot each of the boys a sharp glare, the three cowering away in their seats as they each said their soft apologies.
Pulling away with a smile, you cupped Tom's face with a hum, "Better?"
"Loads," Tom sighed with a sweet smile, leaning in for one last peck before he lets you go back to your seat. "You purposely put that in there to make me cry didn't you?" Tom spoke, narrowing his eyes at boys who only shrugged in feign innocence. "You lot are evil I tell you."
"Now let's get back on a lighter note!" you exclaimed, pushing the cards towards Tom since it was his turn to ask.
Tom pursed his lips as his brows furrowed at the question. "If you could sleep with any person in the world, who would it be?" he wondered, eyes locking with yours in warning. "Now, careful with your answer, love," he hummed.
"Is that a threat Holland?" you challenged with a raise of your brow.
"I'm just saying, I may already know or will meet this person in the futur—"
"Chris Hemsworth," you blurted, Tom's mouth falling open as he gawked at you in shock. "I'm kidding," you rushed with a hearty laugh.
"Are you though?" Tom doubted, squinting at you suspiciously.
You bit your bottom lip as you held his gaze, Tom letting out a loud gasp when you suddenly took a drink all while maintaining eye contact with him.
"I'm going to have a word with you later missy," he grumbled, voice suddenly an octave deeper, somewhat a soft growl, one that you felt down to your core.
You shifted in your seat with a clear of your throat, shooting him an innocent smile as you said, "To be fair, you did say—publicly may I add—that you'd sleep with Hemsworth too when you did fuck, marry and kill with the three Chrises so, roll the clip!"
Tom shook his head at you with a playful roll of his eyes. "Touché," he sighed, brows furrowed in confusion when you suddenly covered your mouth.
"Oops, I just realized I said the F-word, sorry Harry," you said meekly, a certain smile on your lips which guaranteed that you were now dancing onto drunken territory. Tom knows you like the back of his hand, if the way you were smiling wasn't enough then, the simple look in your eyes would let him know that the alcohol has fully hit you this time.
"It's alright. One bleep word is nothing compared to last week's video. And it's not like this video has been clean anyway," the young twin chuckled.
"So, Fuck Hemsworth, who are you marrying and who are you killing?" Tuwaine asked.
"Marry Evans, Kill Pratt," you answered promptly.
Tom leaned back on his seat as he crossed his arms over his chest, running his tongue over his teeth slowly all while staring you down. "That's a quick answer Y/N," he hummed, shooting you a teasing glare.
"Oh please, yours was quick too, Thomas," you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest as you mirrored him, never backing down from his stare even though it was making you feel certain things.
"Wait, if you're marrying Evans and killing Pratt, and I'm marrying Pratt and killing Evans, does that mean we're set out to kill each other's husband?" Tom started as he leaned forward and towards the table.
"So, if you were successful in killing Evans, and I was successful in killing Pratt, that means we're both widowed," you continued, laying your hands now flat on the marble surface.
"Meaning there's still a chance that we will still end up together. Meant to be if you ask me," Tom concluded, lifting up a hand.
You moved forward to give him a high-five, missing his hand by a lot which made you let out a loud, hearty laugh, Tom following suit with laughs of his own.
"What are you two on?" Harrison said with a crinkle of his nose.
"Alcohol," you and Tom answered at the same time. Both of your mouths turned into the shape of O's as you looked at each other properly delighted.
"Jinx!" both of you exclaimed in unison. "Jinx again!"
"Our mental synchronization; can have but one explanation," you and Tom sang in harmony, never breaking your gaze as you both smiled proudly.
"You—"
"And I—"
"Were—"
"Just—"
"Meant to be!" You two ended with fits of laughter, raising your hands to go for another high five. You missed Tom's hand again which only made you wheeze, tears of joy brimming in yours and his eyes as you tried for the second time, both of you cheering loudly when it finally landed.
"Cringe, really made for each other," Harry gagged teasingly with a grimace to match.
And then Harrison intervened. "How about fuck, marry, kill, Tom Hiddleston, Tom Felton and," he paused, grin turning wider like a Cheshire cat as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. "Tom Holland?"
"That's not part of the game," you protested with a pout.
"Answer the question, darling," Tom encouraged, looking at you expectantly.
"I'm taking a shot," you muttered, going for your drink but before you could even do so, Tom had already taken it far away from your reach. "Hey!" you whined.
Tom chuckled softly as he shook his head no. "You said it's not part of the game so no, you have to answer," he said. "And that's enough alcohol for you, my love," he cooed, tilting his head at you knowingly with a sweet smile. If Tom will let you continue with the drinking then you'll surely be complaining nonstop about the throbbing headache you'll get and the constant nausea after all this.
You sat back on your chair with your bottom lip jutted out, arms crossed over your chest to match, much like a child as you started to think about your answer. Although the process took way longer than you'd expect it to be and the boys were quick to notice.
"Uh oh, she's having a hard time," Harry teased when a few long seconds has gone by and you still haven't given an answer.
"I don't know how I feel about the hesitation here," Tom admitted as he looked at you curiously, brows furrowing with a chuckle when you were still deep in thought after a few seconds more.
"She genuinely is having a hard time," Tuwaine laughed.
"This is so unfair," you grumbled dejectedly as you looked at your man with a sweet, adorable pout, silently asking for help.
"What'd you do with me first to make things easier," Tom offered with a chuckle.
As if there was a hidden message to his words—there wasn't—your face suddenly lit up, slapping your palms on the table excitedly as you sat straighter. "You know what, kill the other two and I'll fuck and marry you," you declared heartily, eyes locked securely with Tom's with the proudest grin playing on your lips.
Tom's heart did somersaults at the mere fact of you wanting to marry him, grin wide and bright as he stared into your orbs, utmost love glowing in yours that was wholesomely mirrored by his brown ones.
It wasn't long until Tom felt his blood rush down though, heat dancing on his skin as his brain got occupied with the thought of you fucking him too. Certain memories flooded his mind, one after the other that it was getting harder for him to stay calm in his seat.
You are honestly giving him a whiplash with how you make him feel one emotion to another in a span of seconds, though Tom wasn't at all complaining.
"That's not how the game works!" Harrison exclaimed.
"I'm pretty happy with that answer," Tom shrugged with a wide, cocky grin, eyes never leaving yours as he raised a brow at you suggestively. You held his gaze with a tilt of your head, bottom lip caught between your teeth to try and stop your smile from growing.
The interaction didn't go unnoticed by Harry though. "Okay, stop eye-fucking each other you horny teenagers," the younger brother complained.
Tom laughed at that, shifting in his seat as he turned towards the camera. "On that note, we're ending the video there. This has been Tom Holland," he paused, giving you a nod as a cue.
"And Mrs. Holland," you blurted at the camera with a smile, eyes widening once you realised the choice of words you've just used. "Oh wait! No! Fuc—I don't mean no as in 'no,' I meant not yet," you fumbled. "We're not even engaged yet! Don't start with the headlines you." You pointed at the camera in warning.
He shook his head with a chuckle, red tinting his cheeks but pure admiration glowed in his eyes. "You own my fucking heart, you know that? You make me melt all the damn time," Tom gushed through gritted teeth, and it was taking a whole lot of his self-control to not jump over the table and just kiss you senseless. You felt your heart grow at his words but you could only bury your face in your hands with a groan of pure embarrassment. "She's drunk, my apologies," Tom added with a laugh as he turned towards the camera.
"Tipsy, there's a difference," you corrected as you shot him a glare.
Tom chuckled, smiling at you widely before turning back to the lens. "Anyway, see you on the next one and peace!" he finished with the sign and then a salute, Harry throwing out an upturned thumb to signal cut.
Once he saw that the camera was off, Tom was out of his seat in record speed, moving over to your now standing form as he swiftly wrapped both his arms around your waist and crashed his lips onto yours with a low groan. His arms tightened around you as he relished the feeling of finally having you so close.
You giggled against the kiss, resting your arms over his shoulders as you leaned back on the table to keep your balance, your bum half-rested on the marble while your foot stayed steady on the floor, legs apart so that Tom can situate himself between them easily.
"So, fuck and marry me huh?" Tom hummed deeply against your mouth, playfully nibbling at your bottom lip before pulling away so he can see your gorgeous face fully.
"Out of all the things I've said, that's what stuck with you?" you giggled with a shake of your head.
"I mean, you fucking me will never fail to sound very hot, reminds me of the few times you did." Tom wriggled his brows at you suggestively, hands giving your waist as teasing squeeze. "Though I don't know which one's hotter, that or you marrying me," he said with the proudest smirk.
"Will you two take this somewhere else?" Harry complained, always the last one to be left in the room given that he's mostly in-charge with taking care of the camera. Harrison and Tuwaine were already gone, continuing whatever they had to do that day.
"Don't think that would make a difference though," Tom chuckled smugly, looking back at you with a knowing grin.
"Which reminds me how we need to sound proof the fucking walls you nasty rabbits."
"I was kidding. We're not that loud fuck off," Tom remarked, rolling his eyes at his brother.
And to prove how wrong Tom's point was, Harrison suddenly started moaning so piercingly right in the next room, his voice a bit muffled but you can still hear him, loud and obnoxious.
"Fuck! Love! Fuck yes! Just like that, darling! Shit baby I'm gonna—"
"Fuck off Harrison you fucking twat!" Tom yelled at the top of his lungs, the blonde lad's boisterous and annoying laugh echoing soon after.
Tom turned crimson red as the embarrassment coated him from head to toe, head dropping for him to hide his face on the crook of your neck with a groan. You let out a soft giggle, hand landing on the back of his head as you ran your fingers through his hair comfortingly. Your face was warm as you were embarrassed just the same, although there was more of a sense of pride on your behalf because yes, Tom does get a bit loud sometimes, all courtesy to you.
It wasn't always of course, both of you aren't evil enough to torture the lads that much. Aside from the fact that Tom is rarely even home—meaning you don't do the deed that much in this house—the two of you had made a pact to make sure that you're completely alone before properly going at it. Admittedly, it does get a bit hard to keep the noise down sometimes, so the boys have to endure it every now and then. They do get back at you guys soon after as they are quick to be little shits with the teasing and dirty jokes, much like now.
"Maybe we do need to soundproof our walls," you teased once your man pulled away to look at you with a soft sigh, hands running up and down your waist sweetly.
"Or we could finally look for our own place to move in?" Tom proposed with a charming smile, your heart melting at the sight and skipping a beat at his words.
Granted, you've been with Tom for a fair three and a half years already, but neither of you had gone to take that step of actually living fully on your own where it's just no one but him and you in your own home. You've been living in this house for roughly the same time—maybe a year or two less—and you've got no problem living with the lads, you consider them as your brothers now. But you won't deny that having a place exclusively for you and Tom only would be pure bliss.
Of course you've talked about getting your own place and neither of you were opposed to it. It all just came down to Tom being constantly busy and barely even home. You'd rather live with the boys for the mean time than sulk all alone in a house while slowly being buried in the emotions of missing your boyfriend.
Tom also wanted to be there for the most of it—choosing and buying furniture, decorating a thing or two, moving, the likes—but with his schedule, it was hard to find the perfect time.
But now he's promised you that he'd slow down for a bit.
He genuinely hasn't done anything but work nonstop. It was just projects upon projects with only so little breaks in between, a month if he's lucky. Tom is one hardworking man, that's one of the many things you love about him, but he sometimes doesn't realize when he's pushing himself too far.
That's when you step in.
You'd encouraged him to take a breather, even if it's just for half a year or so but you never did pester him about it constantly as you weren't one to take him away from doing what he loves. Unless it gets way out of hand, then that's when you'll be putting your foot down. You know he'll do it whenever he's ready to slow down and now with most of his projects wrapped, he's finally decided that it was the right time to take that much needed break.
"I love the sound of that," you giggled, treading your fingers through his hair before tracing it down his chiseled jaw. "Not as much as I love the sound of you moaning though," you hummed teasingly.
"Well then, let's find our own place so you can hear me moan all for you and as loud as you want, darling," Tom purred lowly, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as his darkened orbs bored into yours, his hands sliding down to rest on the swell of your bum. He fondled the flesh hotly as he started to lean closer to capture your lips. But before Tom could even do so a loud voice made you both jump away from each other.
"For fuck's sake guys! I'm still fucking here!" Harry yelled, throwing both his hands in the air in downright annoyance and disgust as he screwed his eyes shut. "Go to your fucking room for the love of my sanity!"
You didn't even get a chance to apologise to the young lad as Tom swiftly grabbed your hand and rushed to your shared bedroom.
Nothing happened though apart from a couple minutes of making out, Tom deciding not to take it further given that you were all tipsy and intoxicated. Him deciding since you were persistent on saying you were fine even though you were giggling nonstop, easily tickled no matter how feather-like his kisses were. Not to mention how you could barely even keep your eyes open. So, both of you ended up taking a warm bath and then a nap right after that, instead.
Although the minute you sobered up, Tom made sure you weren't at all quiet this time around. It was due to the pent up tension that's been building since that somewhat steamy Q&A. And maybe, just maybe to get back at the boys a teeny bit for being little shits with both the teasing jokes and the dirty questions.
The two of you went out of your bedroom only at dinner time, stepping foot in the dining area where Harry, Tuwaine and Harrison were all situated. You felt the embarrassment coat every inch of your body when you took sight of the boys, more specifically, their expressions. Tom, on the other hand, had the cockiest smirk playing on his lips as he held his head high, tauntingly chuckling at his mates.
The three lads were sitting around the table with nothing but grimaces and downright disgust on their faces as they all grumbled in unison,
"Rabbits."
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