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nimaanila · 6 months

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Slow Down, Cowboy (Part 2)

Pairing: Billy the Kid (Tom Blyth) x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Kissing, touching, just super fluffy!!

Synopsis: Now that he knows where to find you, Billy comes to the saloon as often as he can to see you, which ends up being just about every night. Reader and Billy get closer.

A/N: Thank you so much for the love on Part 1!!! I’m so happy it was well received. I think there will be one or two more parts. The fluff is ramping up as promised… Even more so in the next one hehehe. Please enjoy!

Part 1: Here

Part 2: Gentle Hands

You found yourself looking forward to the evenings, because you knew that’s when Billy would be arriving. He made a habit of coming to the saloon every night, and if he couldn’t, he stayed longer the following night to make up for it.

The routine was simple but sweet. Billy would file in just after his rowdy group of gunslingers, giving you a smile and a nod before going over to them. They all would come up to the bar together, Billy letting the guys order before him. You couldn’t help but notice the furrow in Billy’s brows deepen and his jaw clench whenever one of the guys made a suggestive comment towards you. You were used to it, so you either played along or brushed it off just to get them their drinks and on their way as soon as possible.

After the guys had gone to their usual table to drink their cares away, Billy would take a seat at the counter and order his usual whiskey. It had been about two weeks at this point, so Billy didn’t even need to say anything before a drink was in front of him. He always thanked you with a gracious nod and smile, never keeping his hat on when he talked to you. You made a mental note to thank him for that at some point. You would hate to miss an opportunity to see those gorgeous blue eyes.

This night, something in the air felt different. You and Billy had gotten more and more comfortable with each other, sharing stories here and there while he drank at the counter and you tended to other patrons, never failing to steal glances and sweet smiles all night.

Hours went by in a flash and soon the saloon cleared out, leaving only you and Billy behind.

“So, cowboy, will that be all for tonight?” Billy usually didn’t drink too much, so you reached out to grab his glass and start cleaning it, only to be stopped by Billy’s hand gently grabbing your wrist. Your breath caught in your throat. You felt frozen. This was the first time you and Billy had any physical contact. His fingertips were cold from holding his glass all night, and they felt good against the warmth of your skin.

You couldn’t draw your eyes away from where his skin met yours until he spoke. “Y/N, I got somethin’ to tell you, and I really want you to hear me, okay?” He trapped you in place, not only with his gentle grip on your wrist but with his piercing blue stare. All you could do was nod your head. You were so distracted by the delicious burning sensation from the hold he had on you. You never wanted him to let go.

He continued speaking while his eyes bore into yours, trying to translate all the urgency he felt in telling you this. “I wanted to apologize for the guys’ behavior. They don’t know how to act around ladies, let alone one as beautiful and kind as you. They’re dogs. I don’t like the way they were talkin’ to you, not one bit.” Touched by his words, you shook your head and chuckled softly. “Billy, that’s nice and all but really not necessary. I’m used to it. It happens all day when you’re not around, too. It doesn’t bother me,” you assured him.

Billy moved the glass from your grasp and set it off to the side so he could hold your hand in both of his. He gently rubbed his thumb along the side of your wrist as he continued to speak, never breaking eye contact. “Well, it bothers me. I was raised to treat women with respect, even more so the ones I care about. Now, I know we don’t know each other well, but these past two weeks gettin’ to know you have been some of the best nights of my life.”

You were caught off guard by his sudden declaration but moved by what he was saying to you. You were elated to know he felt the same as you did. “Billy, I-“ you paused to get a grip on the thoughts that were racing through your head as you stared into his eyes. “Thank you for those kind words. They really mean a lot. I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t been lookin’ forward to these nights ever since you first stepped through those saloon doors over there.” This earned you a smile from Billy. He chuckled and looked down bashfully to where his hands covered yours. He continued his soothing act of rubbing his thumb along the side of your wrist. “But why do I feel like you’re breakin’ up with me?” You furrowed your brows and tilted your head as you posed the question. You had a slight joking tone, because you weren’t together officially, but the look in his eyes told you he knew what you meant.

Billy’s smile faltered. You were too smart to fool. He mustered up the courage to tell you what he was dreading for the past week. He met your eyes as he spoke. “I know you know who I am. What people say about me. I’ve done some things I’m not proud of but I try to be the best I can be.” Billy took a deep breath before he continued. “A war is comin’, darlin’, and I’m right in the middle of it. I don’t know how it’s all gonna end up, but I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t get to tell you that I really like you. Whether you wanted to keep seein’ me or not, I had to make sure you knew.”

It looked like Billy was holding his breath as he waited for you to respond. You both didn’t realize it, but you had drifted closer and closer together as you spoke to each other, hands still connected and breaths mixing together. You smelled the whiskey he drank all night and he smelled the vanilla-scented oil you put behind your ears and on your wrists every morning. You found each other to be asolutely intoxicating.

You tentatively reached out with your free hand to brush some of his chocolate curls back from his forehead. His eyes fluttered closed in pure bliss. You ran your fingers back through his hair, resting your hand on the side of his jaw, holding him in place. Billy thought he had died and gone to heaven just by your touch.

Your thumb brushed along his jaw so softly he thought he was imagining it. But this was not a dream. This was real. You looked at him with a soft smile and told him, “Billy, if I wanted to run, I would have by now. I know what they say about you, but I don’t care. I know deep down you are a good man and you are doin’ what you need to do to keep survivin’. That’s all any of us can do. All I can judge is the man in front of me, and he makes my heart sing.”

Billy looked at you as if everything in the world made sense to him now. He couldn’t believe you were in front of him, real, warm, so inviting, so beautiful. And you weren’t scared of him. You weren’t running away. No, you wanted to stay. You wanted him to stay.

“Y/N, you could make a grown man cry,” Billy said with sparkles in his eyes and a laugh so contagious that you just had to mimic him. He sat up straight, moving his free hand to gently hold the side of your face, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. Your eyes closed and you sighed in contentment at the feel of his warm, calloused hand on your skin, and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into his touch. Well, you could have, but why would you want to?

“Y/N, would it be alright if I kissed you, now?” Billy whispered, careful not to disturb the intimate moment that had been created by the two of you. His gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips and back. They looked so soft and sweet. You opened your eyes to meet his, smiling softly as you said, “I was wonderin’ what took you so long to ask.” Billy smiled as he leaned forward, gently brushing his lips against yours as if he was afraid you’d shatter to pieces at the first contact.

His one hand remained on the side of your face while his other shifted to interlace your fingers together and hold your hands close to his chest, his thumb brushing back and forth across your knuckles. Your hand moved from his jaw to the nape of his neck, gently stroking the curls that rested there. Billy sighed in pleasure at your touch.

The kiss was slow, gentle, sweet. The type of kiss you’d expect from Billy, who was not like any other cowboy you’d come across. You tasted the whiskey, rich but somehow sweet on his mouth. Billy relished in the feeling of your soft lips against his chapped ones. You kissed until you both needed air, pulling away and resting your foreheads together.

“I think I could kiss you all day,” Billy said, breathless. He pecked you once, twice, three more times, making you dizzy. You chuckled as you said, “Slow down, there, cowboy. We got all the time in the world.” You gently kissed his nose before reluctantly pulling away, feeling immediately cold after his warm hands had released you. “You best be goin’ now and gettin’ some rest, Billy. I’m sure you got a big day ahead of you tomorrow,” you said to him, realizing just how late it was.

Billy looked at you up and down with a smirk before he agreed. “Yes ma’am, I’ll be on my way now. Can I walk you home?”

You heart soared at his kind gesture, but you politely declined. “I appreciate the offer, but that won’t be necessary.” Disappointment flashed over Billy’s face. You were quick to remedy that, however, by signaling to the staircase to the left of the bar counter. “I actually live right upstairs,” you told Billy with a grin.

Billy returned your grin with a subtle chuckle and a shake of his head. “Well, alright then. See you tomorrow?” He looked at you expectantly. You nodded in agreement. “See you tomorrow, cowboy.” Billy stole another quick kiss from you, earning himself a giggle before he all but skipped out of the saloon, giving you one last glance before he headed home.

You laughed and smiled to yourself in disbelief, biting your lip. You and Billy felt like two kids falling in love for the first time. And maybe that’s what you were. Two kids, falling in love, for the first time.

#billy the kid fluff #billy the kid #billy the kid fanfiction #billy the kid x reader #tom blyth #tom blyth x reader

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hotvintagepoll · 26 days

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Josephine Baker (The Siren of the Tropics, ZouZou)— Josephine Baker was an American born actress, singer, and utter icon of the period, creating the 1920s banana skirt look. She was the first black woman to star in a major motion film. She fought in the French resistance in WWII, given a Legion of Honour, as well as refusing to perform in segregated theatres in the US. She was bisexual, a fighter, and overall an absolutely incredible woman as well as being extremely attractive.

Joan Crawford (Dancing Lady, Mildred Pierce, The Women)— God, where do I start!!! Her face is so UNIQUE and compelling and stands out so much. I love her thick brows and high cheekbones. She has a school-marmy hardness too her that makes her a little scary and therefore sexy. Her low thick voice also does it for me. Despite being an unusual looking woman with an unusual face, she never loses her glamour. Just a gorgeous talented actress, AND she was some sort of gay!!!

This is round 5 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut. the famous banana skirt is mildly NSFW.]

Josephine Baker:

Black, American-born, French dancer and singer. Phenomenal sensation, took music-halls by storm. Famous in the silent film era.

Let's talk La Revue Negre, Shuffle Along. The iconique banana outfit? But also getting a Croix de Guerre and full military honors at burial in Paris due to working with the Resistance.

She exuded sex, was a beautiful dancer, vivacious, and her silliness and humor added to her attractiveness. She looked just as good in drag too.

So I know she was more famous for other stuff than movies and her movies weren’t Hollywood but my first exposure to her was in her films so I’ve always thought of her as a film actress first and foremost. Also she was the first black woman to star in a major motion picture so I think that warrants an entry

Iconic! Just look up anything about her life. She was a fascinating woman.

Joan Crawford:

I just love women that are very mean.

she was a smoke show in every decade, from the 20s to the 60s.

The classic matronly beauty with amazing eyebrows

of course there's a space for MILF joan but i want to just take a second and say she was so cute in her early movies (like grand hotel and the women)! those parts often get forgotten but her stardom shines in them just as much as in her older #queen #icon roles

Misremembered for wire hanger hatred, this original screen queen mastered the art of the comeback and refused to let Hollywood toss her aside as she aged. The term “auteur” is usually revered for directors or writer-directors, but most critics have one actor they’ll give that title to as well: Crawford—anyone who knows classic movies already has a “Crawford picture” in their head. She knew how to style herself and promote herself. She made herself a star and kept herself fixated in the Hollywood firmament. What’s hotter than knowing just how hot you are?

(don’t think about Mommie Dearest right now) Joan was known for being super nice to all the like crew of the movies she worked on and she’d get everyone gifts. Joan would hold movie nights at her house and knit at the back of her home theater. Joan was sooo obsessed with other women including Greta Garbo, whos dressing room she would obsessively and purposefully walk by. She said that while working on Grand Hotel, Garbo grabbed her face and “if there ever was a time in my life where I would’ve been a lesbian, that was it.” But like Joan also probably did sleep with women including Barbara Stanwyck. Joan was so obsessed with Bette Davis, screening multiple movies of hers in a day at her watch party, constantly trying to spend time with her or do a movie together, insisting on the dressing room next to hers at Warners and sending her daily gifts… etc. Once Bette said that sex was gods joke to humanity and Joan said “I think the joke is on her.” Joan fucked a lot. Joan got caught publicly fucking a man and sent a letter to the woman who saw them basically saying “I bet it excited you” and the woman was like you know what. It did. Joan was best friends with a gay man. Joan was an actually genuinely good actress even though people mocked her a lot for being like cheap and stupid (partially because she never finished school because her family was broke). Joan was so insane and so cool that’s all.

#joan crawford #josephine baker #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 5

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the-floral-perspective · 4 months

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Look headcannons | Creepypasta + mood boards!

This includes style and how I imagine their normal fits in this modern day. Also like race n whatnot.

Also, their everyday outfit is what they wear to kill their assignments! Their general aesthetics is like stuff they wear around the house or when they buy groceries or smthing. I’m sorry if I generally describe them the same way, but I promise how I vision them is different. Once I learn to draw it’s literally over for y’all.

Their everyday outfits are typically similar and nothing like their general aesthetic because of convenience reasons.

I don’t ever follow cannon so please don’t hate! Also don’t take the bodies too seriously! Y’all are beautiful just the way you are.

Jeff the killer

Face: triangle shaped face, slightly upturned nose with a slight curve from breaking his nose, hooded bright blue eyes, sharp jawline, thin lips. Unhealed but healing mouth scars, slightly discolored blotchy skin and unusually wide eyes. Wears guyliner. His mouth scars are like wide open btw. Super thin eyebrows tbh.

Physic: he’s got some boob, 5’11. Wide shoulders, a lil toned, but he’s got some squish. He’s got some MADDDD cake. His legs are hella muscular too.

General Aesthetic: lazy edge lord. Sweatpants, band tshirts, converse, slides. BLACK CROCS. Kinda pink sometimes tho, but that’s only cuz of Ben’s influence. He’s got a crazy collection of pajama pants tho (he has my kuromi pants from a secret Santa gift)

Everyday outfit: black ripped skinny jeans, black hoodie with a black turtleneck underneath. Wears some nice earrings tho and has an eyebrow piercing. Has a similar strap to EJ, but just on his thigh, it carries his knife and money. So yes he has a thigh strap.

Jane the Killer

Face: oval shaped face, bow shaped lips, high cheekbones, dark brown upturned eyes, upturned nose. Skin is a little patchy from the past burns, otherwise she is almost fully healed due to Slenders help. Has slight gashes on her cheeks but they’re mostly closed. Thicc arched eyebrows.

Physic: pear shaped, more booty than her chest. 5’8, seems a lot taller. A bit bony, long armed and long legged. A little toned, tho her arms especially, she’s got some DEFINEEED arms.

General Aesthetic: elegant lady going to the art museum. Wears a lot of longer pleated skirts (either knee length or longer), long silk dresses, heels, occasional converse. Shirts are form fitting and typically elegant or professional. Loves silk, satin fabrics and the occasional velvet.

Everyday outfit: a black sleeveless turtleneck with black flared pants and black fingerless gloves. When it gets really cold she wears a dark red coat with grey fur on the lining. Has a thigh strap and a chest strap to carry her weapons.

Ben Drowned

Face: heart shaped face, male button nose, small lips, completely black eyes with blood running down them. Pale skin and hella sharp cheekbones. Sharp ass jaw too.

Physic: 5’9. Broad shoulders, a little scrawny. Defined chest and shoulders, his stomach hella toned, he doesn’t got much cake but a barely adequate one. No boobs for this guy either. No honka honka for him :(

General Aesthetic: a lil punk and a lil basic. Like he wears a lot of plaid and also a lot of baggy band tshirts, so not really but sort of. He’s got the emo hair, he wears green plaid skinny jeans with a graphic tshirt and black combat boots a lot. Or converse. He’s got a lot of facial piercings too. So he’s just barely punk. He’s getting there tho.

Everyday outfit: a light green baggy tunic that kinda has a deep V 😏 and some black baggy pants that the tunic is tucked into. His shoes are black combat boots. Across his waist he wears a brown leather belt that has a small compartment on his hip where he can put his shit in.

Clockwork

Face: downturned lips, tan skin, a clock for an eye. Her other eye is monoloid shaped tho and brown. Hair is dark brown and messy straight. Button nose definitely.

Physic: pretty boxy and muscular. 5’11. She doesn’t have much boob or butt since she’s so muscular. There is a slight contrast between her chest and her stomach, but not that much. She’s defined and toned.

General Aesthetic: it switches everyday. Sometimes she’s pretty tomboy and other times she’s 2000 emo. She wears converse, short shorts, low waisted pants that have the bedazzled butt pockets, cropped tshirts and tank tops. So maybe 2000s party girl?

Everyday outfit: black zip up hoodie with fur lining the neck, lowrise dark blue bootcut jeans, dark red tank top. Brown ankle boots.

Ticci Toby

Face: male version of a button nose, diamond shaped face, bow shaped lips, multiple face piercings (snakebites, eyebrow piercing), slight stache on his chin and above his mouth (he shaves). Fluffy brown hair. The gash on his mouth is basically healed. Very very pale skin, pretty hazel eyes u could get lost in forever. Average brown eyebrows.

Physic: almost concerningly skinny, like he just barely makes the mark of being healthy. It’s cause he forgets to eat. 6’1. His shoulders are broad but he’s like a triangle if anything. Not much cake :(

General Aesthetic: boring white boy. Nowadays he only wears turtlenecks and tank tops with some boring ass pants. Tho they are tight on him 😏 he left behind his old hoodie habit. He picked up motorcycling gloves and vans.

Everyday outfit: a black, long sleeved, form fitted turtleneck with a black back harness for his axe’s. Black skinny jeans and converse for convenience. He still wears his goggles and face mask!

Judge Angels

Face: triangle shaped face, her chin has a prominent point. Almond shaped black eyes, heart shaped lips. Olive toned skin, pretty tan. Has a prominent crack on her left canine tooth. Upturned nose, crooked smile. Blond straight hair that greatly contrasts her skin. Blond short eyebrows.

Physic: short and petite, 5’2. Lean, doesn’t really have much muscle, or at least doesn’t look it. Pretty flat chested and a normal ass. She has calves of steal tho.

General Aesthetic: white and messy, likes baggier clothing and more trashy punk looks. Like she wears Tripp pants, oversized tshirts, big hoodies. She doesn’t really wear makeup except for some shittily done eyeliner. Her hair is still blond but now it has the occasional black streak.

Everyday outfit: one of those baggy tops that have the cuts down the sides yk what I’m talking about? Anyways it’s white with a bunch of charcoal on it that she stole from Bloody painter. For bottoms she wears black knee high combat boots and a pair of black, low waisted, wide leg shorts. Obviously under the shirt she has a sports bra. She also wears fishnet gloves.

Puppeteer

Face: Grecian nose, dark gray skin, almond shaped yellow eyes, a square shaped face, medium lips. I think his teeth are hella white tbh but he’s definitely got fangs of some sort. Thicc black brows.

Physic: pretty boxy, like he’s lean n all, but he is kinda straight up and down. Average cake, average waist, average muscle and tone. He’s still hawt tho, his hands 😩 6’3

General Aesthetic: helluva boss reject. Wears trench coats and boots and skinny jeans, business pants. The occasional hoodie. Doesn’t wear a beanie anymore. Or converse. Tho his wardrobe has lots of skulls. He kinda does a 360 with his wardrobe, going for more of an old school pirate vibe.

Everyday outfit: wears a long black trench coat that clips in the middle of his waist, black skinny pants, below the knee black boots, black button up (the last three buttons unbuttoned) are underneath his trench coat.

Nurse Ann

Face: diamond shaped face, button nose, mid/weaker jawline, thiccer lips, not a prominent cupids bow. Definitely pale/Greyish skin tone. Her hair is brown and is like boob length, also somewhat wavy.

Physic: curvy, kind of apple/pear shaped. She’s definitely well endowed with the bewbs and butt, has a more rounded stomach too, has thicc thighs and calves as well. 5’4.

General Aesthetic: fantasia 2000 princess type beat. I feel like she’s a huge fan of midnight blue and fantasy type of outfits. She loves dresses of any length with frill, lace and intricate designs. She loves puffy/billowed sleeves and mostly wears flats or boot heels. She’s also particular about silver star/moon designs.

Everyday outfit: I don’t think her outfit changed at all tbh, I think she still wears the black nurse costume and hat, tho I do think she’s added more weapons in her collection. I think she’s started focusing on needles and chemical injecting, tho she still uses her iconic chainsaw.

Bloody Painter

Face: oval shaped face, thin lips, bright blue almond shaped eyes, Grecian nose, a lil tan ngl, black messy hair (idk how to describe his haircut tho, it’s a lil long, straight and fluffy??)

Physic: kind of in the average or boney ratio. He has bony hands and forearms but aside from that he’s got medium sized shoulders and a slightly smaller waist. Ngl I feel like he does have some random curve at the bottom so some honka cake, but not much. 5’11

General Aesthetic: painter in despair. I think he likes Jean jackets, he’s like the male version of arthoe. He likes black/blue jeans, kinda looks like he came from the outsiders, wears baggy leather jackets too. Mostly sticks with tshirts with random bull on it. Also always has a brown satchel with him.

Everyday outfit: I feel like black cargo pants, black turtleneck and a black chest harness, probably combat boots too. On his chest he still has the smiley pin, but aside from that, for his assignments he goes pretty neutral and just for convenience. EJ totally helped him pick out his outfit too his first assignment.

Rouge

Face: square shaped face, upturned nose, chubby cheeks, vintage shaped lips?? Idk how to describe it. I feel like her hair is a messy black Bob now, but like pretty messy I mean it. Kinda tan. Definitely has freckles.

Physic: 5’7, pretty boxy. The best I can describe her is like Audrey Hepburn built. Idk why I feel like her and A.H are so similar. She’s boney and relatively small like that.

General Aesthetic: a little vintage sometimes, like she switches decades a lot. She wears fashion trends from the 1950s to modern day, both feminine and masculine styles. So she wears dresses, miniskirts, jeans, colored turtlenecks. Really her closet is very alive. She has stolen from her assignments hella tho ngl.

Everyday outfit: a black miniskirt with a tighter grey turtleneck, red tights, black calf length boots. When it’s cold she has a cropped jacket with a fuzzy hood and insides.

Masky

Face: oval shaped face, tan skin, dark brown hair (short and messy,) dark brown eyes, uhhh mid-somewhat sharp jawline, straight nose.

Physic: strong, average short 5’9. Builds more bulk, has strong arms and shoulders but a smaller waist, he’s got some MADD V-line. He’s got a nice smackable amount of cake.

General Aesthetic: 😏😏😏. He wears flannels, darker colored skinny jeans, SOMETIMES THO he wears 70’s pants that are like right around the hips and like highwaisted and whatnot with a sleeveless cropped tshirt. He’s oddly vintage with stuff like that, but in a rock singer type of way. He only just started getting into this tho.

Everyday outfit: dark blue skinny jeans, black tshirt, tan jacket that has a LOTTA compartments.

Laughing Jill

Face: button nose, oval shaped face, high cheekbones, an average (a lil weak) jawline, pale skin, black irises. Thinner lips. Thin slightly arched eyebrows.

Physic: southern mommy. SORRY. 6’2 tho Bc shes mythical. I think she’s a wide hourglass too?? Like she is big chested and she def has a gyatt, she’s got tummy. She isn’t really defined at all.

General Aesthetic: Harley Quinn wannabe. Just likes the mix matches jumpsuit idea. Like she loves mixing and matching contrasting colors and especially black and white. She mixes in some lavender too. Is always wearing the most dangly earrings too.

Everyday outfit: an above the knee length skirt with a black petty coat underneath, a long sleeveless vest that goes to her mid calf and buttons together under her boobs. Her shirt is a plain white button up with puffy sleeves. For shoes she wears black heeled boots. Her hair is in a curly bun with a tiny off center hat.

Hoodie

Face: Roman nose, not that pale, diamond shaped face, pretty light brown eyes. Pretty strong jawline. Short black hair (dyed recently)

Physic: muscular, 6’2. Hes beefy. Like he’s got boob muscle, ass muscle. HE IS SCARRRY. Think like a smaller Miguel O’Hara almost. He’s less beefy than that, but like yk still beefy.

General Aesthetic: tbh think he went for a goth/alt vibe. He mixes feminine and masculine occasionally. Wears like long skirts sometimes, like a kilt almost?? Wears the fishnet tights as shirts, has multiple Spencer’s belts and necklaces.

Everyday outfit: black fishnet top with a black fitted tshirt over it, black baggy pants. Multiple finger rings. Multiple belts and waist bands.

Sally Williams

Face: circle shaped face, slightly downturned nose, wide green eyes. Small lips, lil bit of a chubby face. She does not eternally bleed from the head. Her hair is long and curly past her shoulders. She’s pretty dark.

Physic: a normal, average weighted 8 yr. 4’8.

General Aesthetic: she likes more vintage, boxy styled dresses from the twentieth century, like 1960s European box dresses inspired by Iggy and kids dresses from the 20s. She actually really likes the vintage youth outfits Bc of Shirley Temple. She LOVES Shirley Temple.

Everyday outfit: a pink and white designed dress that pleats at the bottom. Black Mary janes and white socks. She carries a small white clutch that slings across her torso. Her hair is in a long braid.

Laughing Jack

Face: pale as a mf, triangle shaped face, high cheek bones, cone nose, black hooded shaped eyes. Sharp ass jawline. Small forehead. Hair is shorter and more curly.

Physic: toned as an mf but SCRAWNY, like he’s dangly and flexible. It’s scary and arousing. He has no cake tho, no boobs either. He’s very lightly defined but that is IT. 6’9

General Aesthetic: likes the David Bowie Jareth Labyrinth aesthetic, kind of similar to EJ, but not really. He just also really likes poets shirts and vests. He loves dressing sort of Royal or regal. HE LOVES to wear baggy button ups but he NEVER buttons them up all the way 😏

Everyday outfit: I feel like his main outfit hasn’t changed much, the only thing I see him changing is the wraps around his waist possibly changing to a corset instead for his convenience.

(I’d like to remind that Lazari doesn’t have assignments as she is not a pasta, so her everyday wear is less convenient.)

Lazari

Face: tan, dark brown straight hair (occasionally pink), square shaped face, Roman nose, bow shaped mouth, thicc brown brows.

Physic: depends on her age she changes physically. But she’s probably like average in all ages, just less lean and a little chubbier. Height ranges from 4’11 to 5’8

General Aesthetic: colorful and a little childish. She wears overalls and paints on her pants a lot. Think of her like 2019 in a nutshell. She wears mom jeans and Angel tops and bucket hats. Hates crocs tho. All of her jeans have some 90s cartoon character painted on them.

Everyday outfit: a black Spider-Man tshirt with black overalls cuffed at the bottom. Red converse, fun silly socks, her hair in a long braid.

Jason the Toymaker

Face: diamond shaped face, pale, Roman nose, shoulder length bright red hair. Bright green eyes. Kinda got that Jareth haircut. Sharp ass jawline. Thin nicely shaped eyebrows. The makeup does not come off.

Physic: triangle. Slutty man waist. Not that toned tbh but he has enough. HES GOT SOME NICEE BONEY HANDS. His arms have decent strength and buff ness, but it’s rlly not that obvious. 6’8

General Aesthetic: old clowncore ig. Or like fantasy 1800s boyfriend aesthetic. He wears mostly beige or rained colors tbh and then a dash of black and red. Otherwise he makes up his outfits in abstract shapes and styles.

Everyday outfit: his usual tbh, bro has not changed much.

Zero

Face: square shaped face, wide eyes, no cupids bow shaped lips. Completely black eyes. Completely white hair that goes just past her jaw. Messy hair. Has stitches on the side of her mouth.

Physic: broad shoulders, smaller breasted, not much of a different with her waist. Does have low hips, like a long torso with shorter legs. 5’9

General Aesthetic: crust punk. Wears shit that is torn up and dirty. Lots of DIY and ripped up tights. Low rise black skinny jeans. And cropped shirts that go like just under the boob.

Everyday outfit: cropped black ripped jacket, plain black tshirt and lowrise shitty ripped skinny jeans and black combat boots. Under her ripped jeans is her striped ripped stockings.

Homicidal Liu

Face: slightly upturned nose, still has the stitches on his face, green eyes. Lighter brown neck length hair. Kinda has like a slight wolfcut tbh. A lil tan.

Physic:I feel like he’s a lil buff. Like 5’9-5’10. Not as buff as Jeff. Has some thiccness tho mostly in his shoulders tho so he’s more toned than Jeff.

General Aesthetic: spider noir energy. He loves trench coats and business pants. No matter what he’s always wearing black gloves. He’s always wearing business shoes too.

Everyday outfit: black turtleneck and black trench coat with black pants and black knee boots. He has patches on his coat with holes in it, but they’ve been patched up with his striped scarf, same with his pants. His main fit is patched together with his old scarf.

Nina the Killer

Face: triangle shaped face, olive skin tone, button nose. Curly black hair (often straightened) with purple and pink streaks, thicc upturned lips. Her scar is healed, but still very open like Jeff’s. Her eye situation depends on her state of mind.

Physic: 5’4, pretty skinny and toned. Mostly proportionate. Aight sized boobs and butt, generally just dainty idk. Built like the girl from house of 1000 corpses.

General Aesthetic: risqué Monique Chabot in post war France. She wears short skirts, only cropped tshirts and small dresses. She does not get cold at all omg. A lot of times she’ll wear heals or platforms. Never flats or converse tho anymore.

Everyday outfit: platformed knee high boots, black tights with black thigh highs overtop, a black and pink plaid miniskirt, a black crop top that’s a random band tee. A fluffy cropped black jacket that’s zipped up halfway, for style purposes. Fluffy earmuffs if it gets cold and her hair in an emo high ponytail.

Candypop

Face: oval shaped face, hella pale, Grecian nose, heart shaped lips tbh, almond shaped purple eyes. His hair is still the long pretty blue color as always, always up in a ponytail.

Physic: built exactly like LJ but more meaty, like he’s got more toning on his thighs and legs and stomach. Like he looks a lot healthier than LJ for sure. His outfit definitely makes his muscle pop a lot too 😏 6’6

General Aesthetic: he wants to be Ramona flowers, but he literally can’t Bc he can never find men clothes that is like hers.

Everyday outfit: tbh, his outfit has NOT changed like at all otherwise in color scheme. When his hair was a light green, his outfit became more warmer toned b4 he grew out of that phase and went back to his OG look.

Kate The Chaser

Face: square shaped face, round white eyes, black messy hair just barely past the shoulders, small lips, high cheekbones, Roman nose. No brows, they are drawn on.

Physic: a little thicc, broad shoulders and broad hips. I’d say a wide hourglass figure, but she’s like hella muscular. She has a proportionate amount of ass. 5’6

General Aesthetic: she wants to look like Siouxie, very 80s goth. Allison from the breakfast club energy. She loves wearing long skirts with big sweaters and doing the beehive hair. She loves scarves too and has a hella collection.

Everyday outfit: black wide legged jeans with a billowy maroon sweater and black combat boots. Sometimes she’ll add one of those long black detective jackets, but that’s off missions.

Eyeless Jack

Face: grey skin, Grecian nose, rectangle shaped face, high cheekbones, medium sized lips. Split tongue. Almond shaped black eyes. His hair is dark brown and somewhat long and wavy/curly. Medium thicc arched brows.

Physic: 6’7 and very strong. He’s not ripped like bulging, but he is definitely defined. He’s got ass and thighs, his waist isn’t as small as Dr Smileys, but there’s still a medium difference between his shoulders vs his waist.

General Aesthetic: he wants to be cottage core so bad, like the poets shirt and tunics. He does wear cream colored tunics and billowy pants. Tho sometimes on special occasions he dresses like a basic bitch. He’ll get out the tight business pants and black button up.

Everyday outfit: a black button up, black jeans and navy blue converse. He wears one of those chest strap things tho that carries his scalpel and other weapons. He wears a black leather jacket too <3

Dr Smiley

Face: pale, dark red eyes, tiny pupils. Shoulder length, fluffy black hair. Diamond shaped face, Roman nose, thin lips. Defined jaw. Johnnie Gilbert looking guy. Thin arched brows.

Physic: lean and tall. He’s got broad shoulders and an itty bitty waist fr. He’s bony af tho (except for the thighs,) he’s got NO cake. No junk in the trunk for him. 6’1

General Aesthetic: professional emo/dark academia. He’s ALWAYS wearing black turtleneck and dress pants. He always has a red satchel too.

Everyday outfit: he still wears his black medical mask and white doctors coat, underneath that though he wears a black short sleeved turtleneck, so his arms are out when he’s not wearing his coat 😏 his pants are just basic dress pants tho. Aside from the shirt, he wears basically the same thing he always has.

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achaotichuman · 4 months

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See the thing with Tamlin having a daughter, he's absolutely a single parent and has no clue what the fuck he's doing.

So, balancing having a newborn with also rebuilding a Court from the ground up would be one of the most mentally taxing jobs he's ever had. He's so exhausted and can barely think straight or string a sentence together, and there's no real help in Spring, because most of the servants, or nurses, or anyone that could provide any support are still wary to enter.

So, he reaches a point where he's like, 'If I keep going like this, I'm not going to survive.'

Therefore, desperate times call for desperate measures, and Tamlin goes to one source of help that might take pity on the situation, or least on his daughter Dahlia.

And goes to Day, where Andrea, former Lady of Autumn, is staying with Helion.

Cue super adorable step in grandma and grandpa Lady of Autumn and Helion.

Anyway, it would start something like this.

Rain pounded down on the Day lands. People rushed inside, desperately dragging signs and chairs into buildings. Using books, clothing, anything to shield themselves from the onslaught of water that poured and poured from the raging dark clouds above.

Andrea drank jasmine-infused honey sweet tea. The warm liquid slipped down her throat, and soothing her body. The Day palace was warm and dry, a stark difference from the thunder and lightning cracking in the sky. A fork of brilliant white light streaked the sky, Andrea smiled, she had always loved storms.

Her husband… not so much?

Helion huddled himself closer to Andrea when lightning followed quickly by a snap of thunder pierced the sky. The Day Lord had near a dozen blankets wrapped around himself, his head lying in Andrea’s lap. Andrea laughed as he jolted and wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pressing his face into her navel. She toyed with the braids in his hair.

“It isn’t all that bad,” She assured him, leaning back into the soft white couch, while her eyes tipped to the balcony across from them, the glass doors sealed tightly to shelter them from the rain.

“It is that bad,” Helion insisted, “The thunder has no right being that loud.”

Andrea laughed quietly, stroking her husband’s hair. Placing the porcelain cup down on the table beside the lounge, Andrea tipped her head back and closed her eyes. Smiling to herself at the next round of thunder, holding Helion closer, knowing he was ever so frightened of the storm outside.

She sighed, this was nice.

There was a rapping at the door. Looking up Andrea furrowed her brow, surely none of the servants needed them currently? After a moment’s hesitation, Helion sat up and looked at the door, then Andrea. It was Andrea who called out, “Please come in!”

A short female with wild brown curls, red eyes and fluttering wings entered. She bowed low, then straightened, “Your Majesties, there is a visitor requesting your presence.”

Andrea put a hand on Helion’s. Her brown eyes turned to his, though she found no answer, his face was as confused as her own. Helion took in a breath, “Where are they as of now?”

“Still at the entrance, my Lord, the guards have not let him through.” She replied.

There was a moment of silence as Helion and Andrea assessed each other. Helion raised an eyebrow, Andrea shrugged ever so slightly. They weren’t in the middle of anything, the slight quirk of her lips told Helion she was just a little bored and this could be some form of entertainment.

“Alright, we’ll head down, thank you.” Andrea told the female.

She again bowed low, then quickly fled the room, flittering off to wherever she was required.

Andrea and Helion fixed themselves and quickly headed down for the Day Court palace entrance. Whispering to each other, “Who could be visiting so late?” “Perhaps a courtier, or emissary?”

They reached the tall golden doors, the two guards stationed there shared a glance. When Helion lifted his hand, they nodded, the doors flew upon.

Immediately there was an onslaught of cold wind, it rushed through the threshold and splattered water across the polished tiles. Hail had begun, the small balls of ice rained down from the sky, smashing against the flooring.

Andrea had closed her eyes and put her hands out in front of her as she adjusted to the sudden cold. Then she looked up to see the person standing at the entrance.

Her jaw fell open. Looking at Helion his face had gone white.

Tamlin was shivering in the cold, his whole body quivering. His eyes were dull and his skin was near grey. His lips were blue and frost-bitten. Instead of the normal greens and whites he wore a heavy black coat with a hood that had fallen off. His hair was a wild mess of knots and tangles.

And in his arms was a tiny babe, so small she couldn’t be more than a few weeks old. She had tiny golden curls and pale skin, mostly wrapped in linens, her face was red, she was crying and screaming in his arms.

Tamlin met Helion’s eyes, then turned to Andrea’s. Looking back at the High lord, he half-sobbed, “I had nowhere else to go.”

He stumbled like at any moment he might collapse. Snapping out of the daze they had been shocked into, Andrea made the first move. Like him or not, he had a child in his arms. She quickly approached the male and gently took the small girl from his arms, hushing and cooing as she did in an attempt to console her.

As soon as the babe was safe in another’s arms. Tamlin collapsed to the floor. Helion then rushed to the younger High lord, shouting orders for a room to be made up and dry clothes to be brought out. Andrea rocked the crying girl as Helion picked up Tamlin.

The doors were shut and the storm was locked outside. Helion and Andrea exchanged a look. Then the Lady of Day looked at the babe in her arms.

Green eyes glistened up at her. Andrea stood there in pure shock. She looked like a tiny version of Tamlin. She screamed and Andrea watched as tiny claws pricked out of her fingertips.

“Thats…” Helion trailed off.

“The future Heir of Spring.” Andrea finished, her voice filled with wonderment, “Tamlin’s daughter.”

Tamlin himself shivered and gasped in Helion’s arms. The older High lord gritted his teeth. Her eyes didn’t deceive her, Andrea saw Helion bring the younger male closer to his chest.

“What do we do?” Andrea asked.

“We do what’s right.” Was all Helion said, then a group of servants came out.

The oldest among them said, “We have prepared a room for the guest.”

Helion nodded, he then said, “Tamlin and his daughter will stay with us until further notice.”

Looking back down at the baby in her arms, Andrea bit her bottom lip.

“Why were they out in the storm?”

Helion shook his head slowly, “I don’t know.”

#is this a fic im plotting?#no of course not #... it might be #give me a headpat if you like this i crave validation #acotar #tamlin #pro tamlin #tamlin's daughter #helion acotar #lady of the autumn court #pro lady of the autumn court #we give her a name here #we stan a queen #acotar au #acotar headcanons

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holdmytesseract · 9 months

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A Spell To Break?

model!Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Summary: When you have to witness Tom posing with another woman for a sexy perfume photoshoot, your insecurities are kicking in...

Warnings: thirst, angst, insecurities, swear words, fluff

Word Count: 4,3k

a/n: I couldn't help myself but to write a part three for this lil' series/AU. 👀 I had an idea and well... This is the result. I hope y'all enjoy it! 😁

Divider by the lovely @fictive-sl0th <3

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Here's part one and part two of the model!Tom series. This can be also read as a stand-alone fic.

(Credits for the pic goes to @multifandom-worlds )

The day had started so good. Better than the most days. You woke up early - but in your boyfriend's arms, had a nice breakfast, three wonderful photoshoots that morning, and the coffee machine wasn't broken. That was how every work day should be supposed to go. It was a perfect day - until after your lunch break. That was when the dream started to turn in a nightmare...

You had one photo shooting left for the day. A very huge photo shooting, to say the least... A perfume ad - and it was for none other than 'Dolce & Gabbana'. Yes, no joke. After you had landed the Calvin Klein job almost two years back, quite a few other big shoots followed. 'Dolce & Gabbana' was the fifth one this year - and it was July...

And not just that... Quite a few things had changed within those two years. You still worked with your best friend Sam - but she had promoted you and suddenly, you owned this little company as well; were the second boss. Beside that, you had found your soulmate and were in a very happy relationship. Remember that handsome lad with the tattoos and piercings, Tom Hiddleston? The newcomer in the model business? Exactly. You two were a thing now - a big thing.

All in all, you could say that the Calvin Klein photoshoot had turned your life upside down - in the best way possible.

You were in the studio now, setting everything up for the said perfume ad. A green screen, small wind machine and your camera, of course. The clothes your models were supposed to wear, laid perfectly folded on the little table in the corner. Sam had forwarded you the email of 'Dolce & Gabbana's management, so you knew what they wanted and what the setup should be. They didn't want anything super special, but it was definitely... spicy and sexy. A couple on a stony beach, with the sea and waves in the background. Wet hair and clothes; paired up with intimate poses.

You were totally lost in adjusting the camera and tripod, when you suddenly felt two muscular arms sneaking around your waist; big, gentle hands crossing in front of your tummy. You couldn't help but flinch at first at the sudden contact, but when you saw the beautiful, black inked flowers wove around the strong arms embracing you, you relaxed immediately. "Tommy?" You asked; giggling like a schoolgirl, as you felt his lips on the exposed skin of your neck. "What are you doing here?" You heard a deep chuckle rumbling through your boyfriend's chest. "Your humour is truly something else, darling." Uhhh, okay… Now you were a bit confused.

Frowning, you turned in Tom's embrace, hands landing on his white t-shirt clad pecs. His beautiful smile greeted you instantly; alongside those stunning baby blues. "My... My humour? Tommy, I'm afraid I can't follow you at the moment." Tom's expression changed at your words; eyebrows slanting. "Baby, I think we are talking past each other. You asked me, why I'm here. I thought you made a cute, little joke. I'm here because of you." You blinked, "Because of me?" before your cheeks turned red. "You are visiting me at work? Awww, cutie pie, that's so sweet of you!" Tom giggled, but shook his head. "No, darling. I'm here because you booked me for this photoshoot."

Your eyes widened. "Wait, what? No, I... I didn't book you for this photoshoot. I booked a couple, 'cause the management of 'Dolce & Gabbana' asked for it, so I booked Nicky and Tessa. Not you." Tom was visibly confused now as well. "What? But... But Luke told me I was booked for this photoshoot. Perfume ad. 'Dolce & Gabbana'. And since you were listed as the photographer, I didn't ask further."

Your frown deepened. "That's quite a bit quaint and... strange. Something definitely went wrong." Tom shrugged his shoulders; tongue darting out to wet his lips, bringing his tongue piercing on full display. "Perhaps it was a misunderstanding?" "Could be, yes. But that doesn't answer the question who booked you. Clearly, I didn't, the management neither and Luke had nothing to do with it as well. Who booked you th-"

You weren't able to finish your sentence. The thud of the wooden door to the studio closing shut cut you off. High heels click-clacked over the floor; announcing another person's arrival. And then her voice cut through the air. A voice you hoped you'd never hear again. Not after everything that happened.

"I did. He is here, because I wanted him to be here." Instantly - like struck by lightning, you let go of your boyfriend; eyes landing on the woman with blonde hair, leather skirt and skintight red top; looking as arrogant and tarted up as always...

Ivy. Your former high school best friend. Emphasis on former.

Back in school, you were like the yin and yang to each other. Soulmates. Inseparable. Now? Now you were not even close to what once was. Now, you were enemies. Why? Well...

It all started with you both sharing the dream of becoming a professional photographer. You followed this dream together. Bought your first professional camera together. Applied to various photo studios together. You encouraged each other. Always. For years. At some point, Ivy decided to switch to the model business instead - a decision you supported wholeheartedly. Since both your jobs were quite similar, you kept on helping each other to reach your goals - until that one particular day...

You didn't really know where you both took the wrong path, but suddenly, Ivy distanced herself more and more from you. She became bitter, harsh and especially jealous. Perhaps because you landed a big job first, but who knew? You spent endless nights awake; pondering about why things went as they did. Why you were losing your best friend. What mistake you made to get the ball rolling. You didn't know. You just didn't know. It ate you up inside. So, you decided to confront her - which caused things to escalate and get even worse. You walked in that conversation with the hopes of you and Ivy reunite as best friends. Instead, you walked out as enemies. She hurt you to the bones that day; called you unspeakable things and spat right into your face that you were nothing more than a millstone around her leg. With that, Ivy just moved on, but loved to give you absolute hell once in a while. It was exhausting, but it didn't stop you from reaching for your dream. And then you met Sam. She picked up all your broken pieces and puzzled them back together. She became your best friend - a true friend. Someone you could trust with your life.

They say time heals all wounds - but not the wound Ivy inflicted you. It was a scar so deep; bound to stay forever carved into your soul.

"I-Ivy? What... What are you doing here?!" The blonde-haired woman gave you a spiteful smirk. "What do you think, silly? I'm the female model for this photoshoot." Your face fell. "W-What? But... But that can't be! I booked Nicky and Tessa a-and-" Ivy cut you off with a high-pitched laugh. "Oh, you wish you did, sweetheart. I changed it. Well, my management changed it. They asked me to choose a male model as well and I chose Tom." Now you were even more speechless - and utterly angry. The problem was, that Ivy knew Tom - and Tom knew Ivy. She had casted an eye on your beautiful boyfriend a long time ago, and when he fell in love with you and the two of you got together, Ivy bursted with jealousy. In her eyes, you weren't worthy of the sweet, polite gentleman.

You were quite a bit bewildered and stood in front of your boyfriend and former best friend like an absolute fool. "I-I... B-But this was supposed t-to be a couple photoshoot. Dolce & Gabbana asked specifically f-for a couple..." Your former best friend faked a surprised gasp; "They, uh, wanted a couple for this photoshoot?" and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh... Whoopsies. My bad. I didn't know that. Sorry, bestie. In that case, Tom and I have to make it look very real."

A breathless gasp left your lips at her words and you had to fight hard against the rising bile in your throat. All of a sudden, you felt like absolute shit. She knew. She knew - and did this on full purpose. Only to get her filthy hands on Tom and torture you. What a bitch.

Another bitchy giggle left Ivy's lips. "You don't look well, Y/N. Perhaps you should call it a day, go home and let this photoshoot do someone who can stay professional." That was the point where Tom couldn't just stand by anymore. He had to intervene. And he did. He walked the few steps up to you and placed a comforting hand on the small of your back. The handsome Brit wasn't able to change the situation, but he was able to help you.

"Perhaps you should go and get changed already, Ivy. I'd like to have a moment alone with my girlfriend." Tom audibly underlined the last two words of his sentence, while pulling you closer towards him. Ivy just answered with a fake smile, then stalked past you and Tom; vanishing in the small side room.

"Darling..." Your boyfriend addressed you immediately, once Ivy was out of earshot and took your smaller hands in his bigger ones. "I am so sorry about this. If I would've known I-" You shook your head; interrupting him. "No, it's not your fault, Tommy. It's entirely her fault." "That may be true, but if I would've talked earlier with you about this, I could've prevented it from happening. Now, I'm afraid we both can't change this situation. But I can assure you that this photo shooting is going to be purely professional. I'll do what I have to do, but it won't change anything." You nodded; trying to look confident. Tom knew you better, though. He knew how insecure you were about yourself. Letting go of your hand, he lifted his up to gently cup your chin. "Hey... I love you, sweet girl - and you better know it." Once again you nodded; giving him a small smile. "Love you, too." Tom pressed a sweet, lingering kiss on your lips, before he left to the other side room, in order to get changed as well.

Once everyone was ready, the photo shooting could start. You tried your best to stay completely professional; block out everything around you. You'd pull through this shooting like every other shooting - and you did. At some point, you were so focused, that you didn't see your boyfriend and ex best friend standing in front of you and posing together for a quite spicy perfume ad. You saw two clients; doing what they should do, in order to get the job done.

At this point you were confident to believe that you had tricked your mind and dodged Ivy's attempt to fuck you up. Little did you know, that everything would come back at you later...

It had gotten quite late. The photoshoot had taken more time than you had expected. After cleaning up the whole studio and sending Sam home, you decided to edit the photos you had just taken. You wanted to get over with it and move on.

Being still completely convinced of the strong wall you had built up around you, you sat down at your desk, connected the memory card to your computer and opened the program. When the first picture of Tom and Ivy came up, the walls came immediately tumbling down. It was the moment you realised, that these walls had been anything but strong; rather consisted of paper and not solid stone.

It was also the moment it dawned on you, that your mind couldn't be tricked. It had just tricked you into believing you had. How foolish, you thought of yourself. How fucking foolish.

With that, the damage was done. It got the stone rolling - and you wouldn't be able to stop it. You knew it. Your mind had you trapped now, and the bad thoughts - all your insecurities came crashing down on you; invading your system like poison. Every look on each picture hurt you more - and destiny had chosen one of the worst ones to start with...

It had been a picture you had taken towards the end. Scenery: Tom and Ivy were both wet; clothes absolutely drenched with water. Ivy wore nothing more than a scarce, white bikini; showing off everything she got - and Ivy got a lot. Way more than you did...

Tom wore a tight, white tank top, which literally clung to his chest, but also showed off his tattoos and especially nipple piercings. His hips and legs were clad in jeans dungarees - close to those who mechanics wore, but with the straps dangling loosely around his thick, muscular thighs. Of course, they were also wet. Water droplets ran down the skin of his neck, face and arms, causing him to look even sexier.

Ivy wasn't any less sexy. It was simply a fact. And the posture they were in didn't lack sexiness either. Quite the opposite...

Your former best friend stood in front of your boyfriend; literally clinging desperately to his wet body. Both her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, while they gazed each other deep in the eyes. Their heads were close; lips not far from touching. Tom's big hand was splayed out across Ivy's back; fingertips tantalisingly playing with the knot who held her bikini top together. It was perfect - and you hated it. Sure, you had told them to posture like that, 'cause 'Dolce & Gabbana' described something along that, since they had a TV ad which was similar, but nevertheless... It fucked with your brain. And the other pictures on which they were free to posture how they wanted weren't any better... Ivy being as close to Tom as somehow possible; always literally eye fucking him with her lusting gaze and touching him in places only you thought you were supposed to touch him. In one picture her hands were close to his ass - you could tell. Or in another, she was touching his pecs and six pack. Hence, she even had her hands in his hair once.

Watching all the pictures you had taken; it came all crashing down on you. But it wasn't jealousy, who poisoned and fogged up your brain, no... It were your insecurities who kicked in; causing you to fall down a deep, dark hole.

Seeing how utterly perfect Tom looked with a woman who was so much prettier and sexier than you could ever be, planted the toxic thought in your brain that you simply weren't good enough. Not pretty enough. Not sexy enough. Not smart enough. Not loveable enough. You were just you. And being just you didn't apply to Tom's standards. He was out of your league - by miles. What is he doing with a girl like me? you thought. He deserves someone better... Perhaps Ivy had been right all the time. You weren't worthy of such a handsome, loving and respectful man.

You clicked further through the pictures; tears starting to form in your eyes. Since you already were spiralling down that dark path, once thing was triggering another and fear joined the party. Fear of Tom leaving you. Why would he not? You're nobody, the voice in your brain whispered. He could get rid of you so easily. And he would. You were sure of it. One day, he was going to wake up and see. Tears trickled down your face by now, as emptiness spread within your stomach and radiating throughout your whole body, causing you to feel so utterly cold and lonely.

You had lost every sense of time, but you could tell that it was quite late. You didn't care, though. All you cared about was if you should leave Tom before he could leave you, or beg him on your knees to stay. Anyways… It was both pathetic...

By now, you had abandoned your computer and the pictures; said huddled in a corner of the little office and positively crying your eyes out.

Tom, who had waited for you at home for way longer than planned started to worry, of course. Always checking his phone and walking impatiently up and down in the cosy, little apartment you two shared. He got uneasy. You hadn't texted him and you also didn't pick up your phone. What if something happened? He decided to not just sit around longer. He couldn't. So, he grabbed the keys of his bike, alongside his leather jacket and helmet, and swung himself on the vehicle; riding straight to yours and Sam's photo studio.

When he arrived, he saw that no visible light was on in the building, giving him an even more uneasy feeling. The unlocked door didn't quite help. Quietly, he entered the studio; switching on the light. "Y/N?" No answer. "Sam?" No answer. He swallowed hard, but made his way through the studio; checking every room - which turned out to be either locked or neatly cleaned up; ready for the next day.

Tom's heart was literally beating out of his chest, as he went to check the last possible room you could be in... Your office. With a slightly shaking hand, he opened the door. The lights were out, but he could see that the computer was on and the only thing which casted a small ray of light through the darkened room, was the display of your camera - on which he recognised himself. Small, soft whines and whimpers could be heard, causing him to immediately switch on the light. And then he saw you. Curled up in a ball in the corner. Your body was shaking with sobs. Relieved, that he had finally found you, but nevertheless worried about the condition you were in, he literally threw his helmet aside and ran over to you.

"Y/N!" He said with relief; dropping to his knees beside you, "I thought something had happened to you! My texts stayed unanswered and whenever I called, you didn't pick up... Gods, I was so worried!" and immediately scooped you up in his arms. You let him hug you tightly for a few seconds, bathing in his embrace and how good he smelled, before your brain kicked in again and you started to push him away from you, leaving the handsome Brit confused.

Frowning, he pulled back - like you obviously requested and letting go of you. "Darling? What's wrong?" Tom tried to reach for your hands, put you avoided his touch. It confused him even more. "Love, what- Why are you crying? What happened?" You didn't answer him, but pushed yourself further against the wall in the corner; wrapping your arms around yourself and hiding your face. Your boyfriend tried to connect the dots; figure out what could be wrong - and suddenly it fell like scales from his eyes... The pictures. The photoshoot.

"Y/N..." He spoke your name with his deep, velvety - but hushed voice; addressing you gently. "Is this about the photo shooting I did with Ivy today?" Her name upon his lips caused the tears to fall even more. "Please... My love... Talk to me," the Brit literally begged; tongue playing nervously with his black labret piercing.

You looked then up at him; eyes swollen and red due to all the crying. "Don't... Don't call m-me that..." You whispered; shaking your head. "Don't call you what?" "L-Love... D-Darling..." "But why? You are my love and you certainly are my darling." You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head again. "'M not worthy." Your boyfriend frowned. "Not worthy?" You nodded, "Of your love. Of you." and shed another few tears. "You deserve someone better, Thomas." The way you rolled his full name over your tongue left a bitter feeling behind. It sounded so wrong to him.

"It's okay if you're going to leave me for a woman who is smarter. Prettier. I can't force you to stay. Even if I wanted to. You are free to go." The words caused a stinging pain to shoot through your heart, like you've been just pierced by a knife. Your whole body was shaking; trying somehow to compromise the heartbreak.

Unbeknownst to you, was Tom looking at you like he had just seen a ghost. He was literally speechless; couldn't believe what he had just heard. His heart ached and screamed; suffering with you. "Y/N... How... How can you say something like... like that?" He needed a moment to find his ability to speak again. Tom knew about your insecurities and fears and he had witnessed them playing with your mind more than once, but that... That was a whole other level. He had never seen you like that - and it shook him to the core.

"Why should I ever leave you? I-" You interrupted him. "Because you can't waste your time on me!" "Waste... Waste my time on you?" That was it. He needed to stop this. Shaking his head and reaching out his hands, he slowly lifted your chin with his fingers, before he cupped both your cheeks; gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "Y/N..." He spoke - again, in that deep, velvety voice, which lulled you easily to sleep at night; having such a calming effect on you. "Look at me, please." You did what he asked you to and looked up into his baby blues - which were clouded with tears.

"My sweet, beautiful girl... I'd never... NEVER waste my time on you. Neither would I ever leave you. I don't want somebody else. I don't need somebody else. All I ever wanted is you." Your bottom lip wobbled dangerously as you spoke up again. "But-" "No, my love..." Tom interrupted you this time, before you were able to say something bad about yourself again. "Please listen to what I have to say. Don't listen to the voices in your head. They are wrong. I am not out of your league. You are out of my league. When I walked through that studio door, down the hall for the very first time and saw you there, I couldn't believe my eyes. I had never seen such beauty before. You literally swept me off my feet - and definitely not just with your good looks. You are beautiful from the inside and the outside. I had a hard time playing it cool."

You were still gazing in his eyes, listening to his every word. "It pains me thoroughly to hear how ill you speak of yourself, because you are the prettiest, smartest, sexiest, sweetest, kindest, funniest- Do you want me to keep going?" For the first time since hours darted a small smile over your lips. You couldn't help it. Tom noticed, of course. "Ah! I saw that, my love! I saw that!" He exclaimed like a happy little boy, who had just walked into a candy store.

He smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss on your forehead. You felt the cool metal of his piercing on your skin. When he pulled back and gazed at you again, you saw that a tear was rolling down his cheek. "I love you, Y/N. I love you so much it hurts and I promise you, I'll never leave you. You are enough. You are more than I ever dreamed of." You nodded, trying desperately to believe him. "Are those voices quiet now?" "A-Almost..." He shook his head. "Now, now, we can't have that. I must eliminate them from your sweet, creative mind. I can't keep on letting them poison the woman I love and want to spend the rest of my life with."

Your heart literally skipped a beat at that sentence.

Tom leaned towards you again and kissed you repeatedly on the lips; whispering countless 'I love you's' in between - like a preacher a prayer in the church.

The voices in your head really disappeared and at some point, you broke out into giggles. "Tommy! I-" Kiss. "I need to-" Kiss. "Breathe!" Kiss. "I need to breathe!" Your boyfriend stopped then, chuckling softly and watching how you took a few deep breaths. "Was my mission successful?" You nodded; smiling up at him. "Voices gone?" "Voices gone." You shuffled; moved towards Tom and snuggled into his awaiting arms. "Thank you, Tommy... And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you and-" He interrupted you once more.

"Shush, baby. It's all good." He moved to sit on the floor beside you, then pulled you into his arms; making you sit onto his lap. Tom cuddled you close; not letting go. You accepted his touch and the comforting position; cuddled close and just enjoyed the moment.

"Did you feel that way because of the photoshoot?" Tom asked after a while. You nodded, "Uh.Huh. Seeing Ivy on those pics, having her hands all over you and giving you those 'Fuck me' eyes unleashed the insecurities in my brain." Your boyfriend nodded; interlacing your fingers with his. "I should've said no. I should've known..." You immediately shook your hand, "No, Tommy. You couldn't know. You did your job." and traced the tattoo on his arm with your free hand. "I just let Ivy get into my head..."

You felt how Tom's soft, warm lips pressed a sweet kiss against your temple. "Well, I won't let her do that again, baby."

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My metal collection has been expanded

#the piercing lady was SUPER nice #she even changed the bar and adviced me on my older industrial and even tried 3 other bars on it to try and help me #all free of charge #< changed the bar because it was swelling more than she expected lol #the shorter one looked so cool though so im looking forward to getting it changed #she talked to me about cats #thank you for stabbing my eyebrow Cynthia i love you 🙏#turns out i should get some product at the pharmacy and put that on for a few weeks as well as isobetadine #because i have these fluid bubbles that can turn into keloids if it doesn't go away #my old piercing shop didn't tell me how important it is to change to a shorter bar 🧍‍♂️#but i also immediately forgot the name of the product 🧍‍♂️#molotov talks

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Uriè and Cabiria, you see, they are night and day.

What an interesting pair of rivals! They're probably the biggest opposites in my redesigned cast, even more so than Raf and Sulfus. Here's my design notes for these lovely ladies:

Their designs came very naturally to me once I cemented their personalities: Uriè is super positive and socially inclined, while Cabiria is solitary and reserved. Based on this, I decided to keep their Prisma Fly colors from the show as their main outfit colors: yellow and indigo, respectively.

While the series has Uriè and Cabiria as paired rivals, in the comic they're paired differently: Uriè is paired with Gas while Cabiria's with Gabi. Since I decided early on to keep Dolce in the cast, I also kept the cartoon's pairings. They also contrasted much more nicely in terms of personality and colors, so I couldn't pass the opportunity up!

Besides the yellow, most of Uriè's redesign is inspired by her comic's counterpart: I picked the lilac and pink colors from there (which is great, coupled with yellow she looks like a breaking dawn!), as well as the hazel-green eyes (while Uriè is not meant to represent one particular ethnicity, I think her eyes were a nod to the black population of the Caribbean and Northern Africa where this eye color is a distinctive trait). She also wears the same gold and blue friendship bracelet as Raf, which may break away from the rest of her ensemble but signifies how their friendship stands out to her.

Cabiria's look from the comic/series might seem too different side by side, but they have the same root: gothic rock/metal and what I can only refer to as "spooky chic". I simply doubled down on this premise: I made her hair long and wild for theatrics, same with the eyeshadow, mascara, lipstick and nail polish; I was heavily inspired by bands like Siouxsie and the Banshees, and The Sisters of Mercy. The silver hair is meant to contrast her very dark clothes, as well as make her silhouette more readable.

Uriè is a little ball of sunshine, so she's plump and the shortest of the entire main cast. Meanwhile, Cabiria is the tallest of the devil girls; her vertical-striped pants as well as her heeled boots bring out her long legs even more.

Their earrings were inspired by their respective mascots: Uriè's pearls are shiny dots just like her firefly, while Cabiria's piercings are linked by a chain like a spider web (her spider mascot hangs from an actual web string).

Mascot placement has some symbolism behind it: I put Uriè's firefly on her choker to signify how her bright words often guide her friends like a beacon. On the other hand, Cabiria's spider hangs from her left ear, just like she often lingers quietly and listens, waiting for the right moment to act.

In all honesty, I'm very satisfied with how I've handled my redesign process so far; I also enjoy sharing my thought process, who knows how it'll change as I go on with this project? I'm curious to see where this takes me...! While I can't tell you more without entering spoilers territory, I can at least leave you with links to the rest of my content to check out! :D

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Chapter 5

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The next day as you entered the training room, Matt walked up to you. “So we were thinking of doing a training session to help you get out of a Chokehold.” You just nodded in agreement.

Matt looked at you questioningly “You okay?” You nodded again and smiled.

Not convinced he looked at you but continued “Right, so before Sylvia and Winter get here let me show some basic moves. " Matt reached out to grab your neck but you flinched exposing your neck. He stopped in his tracks looking at your throat and the black bruise around it he gasped.

"Hey I’m a super soldier, two days and this will be gone, " you whispered. Matt sent you to run a few miles on the treadmill.

When Sylvia and Winter entered the training room they made their way toward Matt “All ready?” Sylvia asked.

“Yeah, I think it’s best we give the two assets a few day’s apart" Matt stated.

“No!” Sylvia exclaimed "Imagine what Pierce would say she questioned sounding scared.

As Matt grabbed her bicep and pulled her away from the winter soldier he whispered "Sil I think she needs time to recover,”

As Matt and Sylvia argued it out the winter soldier approached you. " So ignoring me now,” he smirked, “Definitely is a nice change from hearing you complaining all the time.”

When you didn’t respond he kept trying to get a rise out of you. When he grew annoyed at you ignoring him, he pressed stop on your treadmill causing you to turn to him in anger. When he saw the bruises on your neck his eyes widen, as did Sylvia’s.

“What you think this bothers me, don’t flatter yourself.” You spat sounding hoarse.

“Right,” Sylvia said, “I think it’s a good idea we work out how to get out of a hold”

She instructed the soldier to hold you, and she then instructed how you would get it out of it. Each involves him getting a right battering in the stomach or in his genitals.

After half an hour of this torture, the soldier shouted “I'm done.” And limped out of the room. Sylvia nodded at you and Matt before she left.

“Think she did that on purpose?” you asked.

“Most definitely," Matt laughed.

The soldier entered the canteen that night and saw you at your usual table as he went to collect his food he asked for mashed potatoes. “All out” the dinner lady barked.

“What are you talking about, there is a whole tray full, ” he pointed out.

“Not for you,“ she scowled. Looking in your direction “You know it may not seem like it, but we all actually liked her she treats us with respect.”

“What, how, she doesn’t even speak to anyone,” he argued.

“No, she just doesn’t talk to you, now move along your holding up my line.” she stared the soldier down.

@cjand10 @makayla-666

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WIP Wednesday!!

Omg I didn't forget!! Holy shit!!!

Anyways, this week's WIP Wednesday includes some bits from Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral"! Enjoy :)

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Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral":

The piercing neon green of his eyes bled back into their usual icy blue, though the curious look did not leave. “Why’s that? And who names their kid Batman?”

Part of the City Spirit’s dark cloud tried to nudge him back towards his couch. “The Batman,” she began, “is a hero who operates to protect my city. He was born here and donned his cape in order to help those in need from the many criminals who call my territory home.”

Danny gave an involuntary awed noise. “So you guys have heroes here, too?” A dark tendril of smog wrapped around the back of the couch, resting gently against Danny’s neck.

The idea of having other heroes around was something that greatly appealed to Danny. Being the lone super-powered protector of Amity Park for so long took its toll on the young man, even with his human companions. It just wasn’t the same, being the only one with advanced abilities. He had to take the bigger hits, he had to be the one to save his friends if they got into too great of a bind, he had to be the one to try and take on the burden of Amity Park alone when they all went off to find their place in the world. With great power comes great responsibility, after all. And being the Ghost King? Well, Danny had more than enough "great power" to spare.

The thought was just as sobering as it was exciting. Other heroes, super or not, meant that there was something to have caused those heroes to come into play. Some great villain, or a world-ending disaster, or even large crime rates. Lady Gotham only said criminals, though, so maybe there were no supervillains Danny needed to worry about.

“Yes, in fact there is a large society of both heroes and villains.”

Well, it was a nice thought while it lasted.

“But many of the aliens you were so excited to hear about are among those heroes.” Gotham continued, not noticing Danny’s sudden mid-afterlife crisis. “There is the Batman, who is one of the founders of the Justice League. Superman, Wonder Woman, the Flash, Green Arrow, and many others are all part of this superhero society - the Justice League.”

“Okay,” Danny was desperately trying to keep up with this sudden information. “So, Batman is a super-powered dude who helped to start an entire squad of superheroes?”

“He has no powers. The Dark Knight is just a man, same with Green Arrow and many others. They simply are able to keep up with the aliens, gods, and metas.”

Danny paused, taking in a breath. He touched his fingers together, pressing his palms flat. Another breath was taken, this one deeper than the last. With every ounce of teenage angst he still had within him, Danny lifted his hands up together to rest against his forehead before bringing them down in an arch that would have made Sam proud. “What the fuck.”

A laugh rolled from Gotham’s form, his guardian sneakily tightening her protective hold on him. “What the fuck indeed, Little One.”

“Okay, okay-” Danny’s voice cracked with indignation, “So regular every-day humans fight supervillains and are able to keep up with gods? And super-powered aliens?”

“Yes.”

“And one of those humans - who named himself after a bat - is the sole protector of your lair? Besides yourself? And he doesn’t let any of his superhero friends help him?”

“I never said he worked alone. Though, for a long time he did not have any help.”

“Lady G,” Danny said again with exasperation. “I repeat: what the fuck.”

Her only response was to laugh at his expense as he continued to moan about how he couldn’t seem to escape crazy people, no matter what dimension he runs to. The space shared by two multi-dimensional beings filled with an easy warmth.

“So,” Danny started after a couple minutes of his grumbling. “Superpowered people aren’t allowed in your city because one of your protectors is just a man in a… What, fursuit? A crime-fighting fursuit?” He paused, considering, before rapidly moving on. “But there are super-powered people in this dimension who are also heroes.”

“Yes, that is all true.”

The young man took a second, silently thinking, before speaking again. “Okay, okay,” He started. “And the chances that I’m going to have to just… steal all of these ghostly artifacts is pretty high, right?”

“Again, you are correct.”

“So,” Danny said, stretching out the word. “Chances are they’re going to think I’m some sort of villain.”

Gotham made a noise akin to two cars scraping against each other as she hesitated to answer. “There is a chance of that, yes.”

...

“Great,” he bemoaned, bonelessly flopping around his couch. “Guess it’s time to pull out the ol’ acting shoes. Welcome to Danny’s One-Stop Shop for Villainy.”

Mmmm Dead on Main my beloved :) Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral" chapter 4 should be posted sometime this week! I just need to actually finish writing a couple of POVs ^-^

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This is intended to be...archival, for myself, mostly. But if you find it interesting you should definitely check out Ikemen Villains!

Ikevil Event - Wrapped in Wicked Romance pt.2

Harrison's Route Ch. 2

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Kate: “Accomplice…?”

Harrison: “What, don’t feel like you’re up to it…?”

-time skip-

Kate: “H-hey, that tickles!”

Harrison: “Sit still or else I can’t get this necklace on you.”

Harrison: “I’m helping you since you couldn’t put it on yourself, remember?”

(I wasn’t expecting him to make me change clothes all of a sudden…)

I wore a chic black dress, an expensive necklace, and high heels–a far cry from my usual self.

As for the person who made me change, he now walked slightly ahead of me.

Kate: “Um, where are we heading?”

Harrison: “The dangerous place Al told you about. The casino.”

Harrison: “I’m pretending to be a naive, well-to-do noble there.”

Harrison: “And your role is to play my devoted, adoring girlfriend.”

Kate: “...So that’s why we’re dressed to the nines.”

Harrison: “I would’ve thrown something together anyway if you hadn’t shown up.”

Harrison: “Anyway, there’s something I want you to do in there.”

Kate: “And what’s that?”

Alfons had said that Harrison’s curse was the Lying Fox, and that I should be wary of him.

Honestly, I didn’t know much about Harrison yet.

I had no idea why he was going to the casino, either. I’d asked, but he’d insisted it wasn’t for a Crown mission.

However…

Kate: “Earlier you said I was going to be your accomplice.”

Kate: “So does that mean you’re going to make me do something bad?”

Harrison: “Pretty much.”

Kate: “But what if I decide that I can’t be your accomplice?”

He paused for a moment.

He turned toward me and smiled faintly.

Those eyes that could detect any lie seemed like they were piercing right through to the depths of my heart.

Harrison: “Well, that casino’s right there. And beyond the door is a place full of lies.”

Harrison: “You have to choose very carefully what’s a good lie, what’s a bad lie, who is evil, and who is just.”

Harrison: “You said you wanted to see it for yourself to make your own decisions, right?”

Kate: “...Yes.”

Harrison: “Good answer. All right. What I want you to do is…”

-they enter-

Kate: “Whoa!”

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a sight so dazzling it didn’t even seem real.

Luxurious decor, the scent of wine, stacks of bills and coins on the game tables.

(I had no idea a place like this even existed. Just looking at it makes me feel kind of dizzy.)

Harrison: “Hey. Pull yourself together or people will get suspicious. You’re supposed to be my girlfriend, remember?”

Kate: “Yes!”

Flashy Woman: “Look over there! Isn’t that Lord Oscar? He’s been winning an awful lot lately.”

Flashy Man: “Yes, that’s him. I heard he’s the heir of a very rich noble family. Must be nice to be rich AND lucky.”

(Hm, so Harrison calls himself Oscar here.)

I made eye contact with him and he placed a finger to his lips and smiled.

(I’ve been thinking this for a while, but I bet Harrison is super popular with the ladies… He’s attractive and has that air of casual charm.)

It seemed like all eyes were on him as he walked through the room.

Harrison: “You’re being too awkward, you’re acting too suspicious, and you’re bad at lying.”

Kate: “W-well, I didn’t think we were going to get so much attention!”

Harrison: “...Fine, then. Come over here and just sit still and act like my girlfriend.”

He wrapped an arm around my waist, and his light, minty fragrance drifted through the air.

I stood up straighter, trying to pull off my role a little better.

Man with Mustache: “Y-you’re cheating!”

A man nearby shouted.

(What’s going on?)

Man with Mustache: “There’s no way the same card would keep coming up! It’s impossible!”

Man with Mustache: “...Please let me play one more round!”

Man with Mustache: “My daughter has a high fever and she’ll die unless I can afford her medication…”

Dealer: “You’re the one who decided to bet such a small amount. Please leave.”

Man with Mustache: “B-but…!”

Dealer: “Take this man out of here.”

Two men in black suits grabbed the man by both arms and dragged him away from the table.

The moment they passed by us, Harrison spoke up.

Harrison: “...Hey.”

Man with Mustache: “...Huh?”

Harrison: “They played you. You can’t protect anything with pure intentions alone, you know.”

Man with Mustache: “...Ugh!”

The man’s face filled with despair and sadness as they dragged him away.

(Why did he say that?)

Kate: “Harr–Oscar. You didn’t have to kick the man while he was down.”

He didn’t look toward me at my words, his focus remaining up ahead.

(Huh?)

Harrison watched the man being dragged outside.

And I saw anger and then sadness on his face.

(...Why does he look like that?)

Dealer: “Lord Oscar! Welcome. What are you planning on playing tonight?”

Harrison: “Ah, could I get a bottle of your finest wine first?”

Harrison smiled calmly at the dealer.

There was no longer a trace of his carefree demeanor from earlier.

Harrison: “I wanted to take that as a gift and play against the owner of this casino, since he’s rumored to be the most competitive player in England.”

Owner: “I’m happy to hear you’d like to play with me.”

A man wearing a nice, tailored suit strolled out from the back room.

(This must be the casino owner.)

Owner: “Sounds like a good time. I’ve got the wine and a special partner to play against!”

Owner: “How about a game of roulette, Lord Oscar? I believe you’ve never played that before.”

Harrison: “Sounds good to me.”

They showed us to our seats, and the owner sat in the dealer’s seat.

Kate: “So this is roulette?”

Harrison: “Oh, I’m sorry. This is my girlfriend. She’s been pestering me to come to the casino for quite some time now.”

Owner: “Oh, I see! Haha! Well, we can’t have you losing in front of your lovely girlfriend, now can we?”

Harrison: “The dealer spins the roulette wheel and throws the ball onto it.”

Harrison: “We predict where the number will fall, and place our chips on the betting slots.”

Kate: “If the ball hits our number, we win. If it doesn’t, the chips go to the dealer.”

Harrison: “Exactly. I’d expect nothing less from you, my dear.”

Harrison: “Shall we begin, then?”

The game started off surprisingly calm. A small amount of chips moved back and forth.

It was almost like an appetizer for our wine.

Harrison: “Hmm, don’t you think this is a bit boring? Let’s raise the stakes.”

Harrison arranged the highest value chips in order.

(That’s a lot of money. If he loses…)

A small wave of anxiety washed over me.

Harrison: “Six again? The probability of the ball hitting number six consecutively is extremely low, don’t you think?”

Owner: “That’s what they say.”

Harrison: “Then the next number should be anything but six. So I’ll bet on a different number.”

However, the ball landed on…

Harrison: “Six again?”

Owner: “Oh! Well you know, things like this happen sometimes.”

Harrison: “Surely, it wouldn’t happen four times in a row. I’ll bet on everything but six again.”

Harrison tapped twice on the table.

-flashback-

Harrison: “This is what I want you to do.”

Harrison: “When I tap on the table twice, I want you to bet all your chips on the number that appeared consecutively.”

Harrison: “In other words, bet everything. That’s all you have to do.”

Harrison: “And until then, just pretend to be my girlfriend.”

-end flashback-

(I’m still not exactly sure what his intentions are.)

(And maybe this is some kind of trap, for me or otherwise…)

(However…)

(I can’t stop thinking about the anger and sadness I saw in his eyes before.)

(He told me I had to decide what was a good lie, a bad lie, who was evil, and who was just.)

(So in that case…)

Owner: “Last call.”

I grabbed all of my chips and–

Kate: “I’ll bet it all on number six!”

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Mine | Chapter 3

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Warnings/Content: alcohol & marijuana usage, swearing, drunk person, mentions of vomit but nothing graphic (don't worry, your girl has a phobia), col & presley pining for each other, col talking about his dick again

Again, thank you all for such a positive response to this story!

Presley

I enjoy the show even more tonight after my talk with Colson.

His apology seemed genuine and it was nice to hear that he wants me to be comfortable around them. As much as he makes me nervous, a part of me can’t help but go soft with relief knowing that this is who Cash spends all his time with.

We’re going out tonight, and since I promised last night that I would, I can’t fake a headache and curl up in my hotel room with room service and a movie, much to my dismay.

I don’t bother changing clothes after the concert. I’m good with my outfit. I freshen up my makeup and spritz a little perfume, then meet up with the rest of the group in Slim’s room. Colson and Rook aren’t here yet, but I recognize the two ladies Cash introduced me to yesterday, Ashleigh and Olivia.

“Hey, Presley!” Ashleigh greets. “You’re hanging out with us tonight. Forget the boys.”

“Deal,” I say with a smile.

Once Rook is here, everyone is ready to go. Confused, I turn to Ashleigh. “What about Colson?” I ask.

“Oh, if he isn’t here early then he’ll be late,” she explains. “That’s Colson for you.” I feel slightly disappointed. Is he going to meet up with us eventually? I shake my head a bit to clear my thoughts. God, what am I doing? Colson is clearly seeking a friendship and nothing more. He might not even find me attractive. I need to stop pining over him before this gets embarrassing.

We pile into two cars and are taken to a bar nearby. It’s pretty deserted, thankfully, and I’m happy to follow the girls to a private corner where the music isn’t very loud. I watch as the boys find a table, too, talking animatedly about something. I smile softly. I do want to hang out with Cash, but it’s also kind of fun to just observe.

“So Presley,” Olivia says, and I meet her eyes. Gosh, she’s beautiful. Everyone here is beautiful. “Tell us all the dirt on Cash.”

I lean my head back and laugh, then turn as a waitress approaches our table. Both women order a Sex on the Beach. One drink is usually my limit and that sounds pretty good, so I order one for myself.

I sigh once the waitress is gone. “There’s not much, really,” I say. “He really is as sweet as he seems.”

“Is there a girlfriend back home I should know about?” Olivia continues, leaning onto her elbows on the table with a little smirk. “What?” She says when Ashleigh laughs.

I grin. “Nope. He’s single,” I say. And she’s just his type. I already know he’s into her, he’s told me, but I won’t tell his secret, as much as I want to.

“Interesting.” Olivia nods slowly. “Very interesting.”

Ashleigh and I laugh. “So you’re a piercer, right?” Ashleigh asks, and I nod. “For how long? Tell me more.”

“I’ve been at my current shop since I was, like, 20,” I explain. “Obviously had to start as an apprentice and the girl who I was apprenticing for ended up leaving the profession, which made for a super seamless transition into her spot for me.”

“That sounds like such a cool job,” Olivia says.

“It is, for the most part,” I say with a nod.

Ashleigh wrinkles her nose. “I bet you get gross clients sometimes,” she says. “I don’t mean physically, but behavior-wise.”

I grimace thinking about the creep I had to pierce right before Cash invited me to join him on tour. “Yeah. Trust me, you don’t want to know,” I say.

“I do, though. That’s my toxic trait,” Olivia says, and we laugh. The waitress drops off our drinks and the first few sips go down easily. It’s one of the best mixed drinks I’ve ever had.

“Yum,” Olivia sighs.

“Right,” I agree. “So how did you guys get into the industry?”

Ashleigh grins and takes out her phone. “It might be easier just to show you,” she says, scrolling for a moment. She turns her phone around, and on the screen is a picture of her sandwiched between two teenage boys. Upon closer inspection, I realize they’re Colson and Slim.

“No way!” I say. “Y’all are babies here!”

“Yep,” Ashleigh says, pocketing her phone again. “We’ve been friends forever. I managed them when they were young and broke as shit, and I’ve been there ever since.”

“That’s insane,” I say, glancing over at the boys. Huh. I hadn’t noticed Colson walking in, but there he is, standing beside Slim. I feel oddly sentimental about the fact that they started out as nothing and now they’re some of the biggest musicians in the world. It gives me lots of hope for Cash.

Colson catches my eye right away and my heart stutters in my chest. It’s impossible to look away when he’s spearing me with his eyes like that. They’re so blue and intense, even from across the bar. He lifts his chin in an invitation to come over there.

“I’m being beckoned,” I say, grabbing my drink. “I’ll be back.”

I almost feel out of control of my own body as I walk towards the man for which I definitely shouldn’t be feeling butterflies. “Hey,” he says when I reach him. “Sex on the Beach?”

I nod, taking another sip. “Best one I’ve ever had.”

Colson smirks, obviously finding some double meaning in my words, and I blush. He has no idea.

“Are you drinking?” I ask, and as I do, the bartender slides a thick glass to Colson. Straight whiskey. He holds up the glass and I cheers with him, finishing my drink.

“Another?” He asks me, but I shake my head. He arches an eyebrow. “No?”

I shrug. “Not really a drinker. One is usually my limit,” I explain.

Colson studies me for a long moment and then nods slowly. “That’s cool. I should take a page out of your book,” he says.

“Definitely makes it easier to get out of bed in the morning,” I say.

“You smoke though, huh?” He asks.

I nod. “Oh yeah.”

“It’s the best,” Colson says.

“I agree. Way better than alcohol,” I say.

Colson sighs. “Damn. You’re right.” He studies his whiskey, tosses it back, and declines another when the bartender asks. “You wanna go outside and smoke?” He asks.

“Sure,” I say, feeling excited about having a moment alone with him. I follow him out the back door of the bar. With the sun down, it actually feels like September and I shiver, wrapping my arms around myself.

Colson pulls a joint and lighter out of his pocket and I bite back a grin. So careless. He lights it and I try to ignore the way his jaw and neck look when he’s inhaling. He passes the joint my way and I breathe deeply, inhaling the earthy flavor. As I blow it out, I immediately feel lighter.

“Thanks for sharing,” I say, passing it back to him. Our fingers brush as he takes it.

“What did you think of the show?” He asks, bringing the joint to his lips.

“It was great,” I say. “You put on a super fun show.”

Colson smiles faintly and passes me the joint. “We try,” he says. “People pay a lot for our tickets. I want them to cost less, but that’s not really in my power.”

I nod. I like that there’s a humbleness about him. I sense that he’d love a small, intimate show where no one had to pay. I could be wrong, but it’s just the vibe I get.

He’s known as such a wild, party boy in the media. A guy that sleeps around — well, maybe that one’s true. But from what I’ve seen so far, Colson is chill, friendly, and conversational. Like Cash says, the media is totally wrong about this dude.

We pass the joint back and forth a few more times before I speak again. “So, I saw a picture of you as a teenager today,” I say.

Colson snorts. “Which one?”

“Ashleigh showed me,” I say, watching his face. “Can’t believe you guys have been together for that long.”

Colson nods, looking up at the sky. “I’m the luckiest motherfucker on the planet,” he says. “I have some serious ride or dies with me.”

“Has everyone else been around that long?” I ask.

Colson shakes his head. “Nah, we picked them up along the way like lost puppies.” We laugh. “Yes, your brother included.”

I grin. “Yeah. He’s a puppy, that’s for sure,” I agree.

“He says you two are close,” Colson says, and I nod.

“He’s my best friend,” I say, and I’m surprised that my voice breaks a little on the last word. “Shit. I hadn’t realized how much I missed him.”

Colson studies me. “Yeah. I bet it’s tough having him so far away.”

“Yeah. It is,” I say, “but I’m so happy for him. He deserves this.”

“You’re not getting him back at this point,” Colson says, bending down to snuff out the joint. He stands back up to his full, intimidating height. “Ready?” I nod and follow him inside, and shit, I’m high. That was some good stuff we were smoking.

I join the girls again, this time sipping a cherry Coke, and with my inhibitions lowered by the weed, I can’t help but watch Colson. Luckily, the girls don’t seem to notice, too engrossed in their conversation. But man, Colson is just…a wonder.

Tall and lithe, the way he moves is so strangely intoxicating. Though some of the others are tall, he towers over all of them. Covered in tattoos and piercings, he should be intimidating, but when I can see the shadows his long lashes cast on his cheeks, the warm way he smiles at whoever he’s talking to, he takes on a soft, angelic quality. In the deepest parts of my soul, I know this man is so much deeper than most other men I’ve met. It’s almost haunting.

It isn’t long before the night takes a turn. I suddenly see Cash with his head down on the table and anxiety spikes in my chest. I get to my feet to go over to him, putting a hand to his back. “Cash?” I say. He just groans. We’ve gotten Colson’s attention and he comes over, brows furrowed in concern. “Do you know what’s wrong with him?” I ask.

“I think he’s wasted,” Colson says with a wince. “He was pounding the shots.”

Cash groans again. “I’m gonna puke,” he says suddenly and my eyes widen.

“Slim!” Colson barks, and Slim hurries over. They get their arms around Cash and hurry him out of the bar where I can only assume he pukes up everything he’s drunk tonight. I grimace. I have to share a room with that tonight.

I love my brother, but god dammit.

Colson

It’s a good thing I don’t have a weak stomach, because Cash puking all over my fucking boots would be pretty insufferable otherwise.

Slim and I dump him into a car and climb in with him. Presley takes the front seat. Lucky for us it’s a quick drive to the hotel and Cash manages to hold it in until we’re back. Slim and I get him up to his room and immediately he’s in the bathroom again.

“Alright, I need to go change and shower,” I say, grimacing.

“I’ve got him,” Presley says with a sigh, rubbing Cash’s back as he throws up.

“You sure?” I ask.

She looks up at me with those gorgeous green eyes. “Yeah. Go wash the puke off you.” She smirks a little, the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen, and I swear my dick twitches in my pants. I nod and make a beeline for my room.

After a long shower, I decide I need a drink. I grab a bottle of whiskey from the minibar but upon realizing I have no ice, I sigh and pull on some sweatpants over my boxers, grab the ice bucket, and go on a search of the ice machine.

On the way there, I pass a little lounge with a couch and some chairs, and something catches my peripheral vision. I pause, stepping backward, and when I look inside the lounge, I see Presley sitting on the couch. She’s changed, and her hair is up in a messy bun. She wears sweats and a cropped tank top, showing off some of that toned, tan stomach. She holds a book in her hands but she looks up when she sees me. “Hey,” she says.

“Hey,” I say, stepping into the room. “What are you doing in here?”

She shrugs and places a bookmark in her book before setting it aside. “Slim is taking care of Cash and I can’t with the vomit.” She shudders.

I frown. “It’s almost four AM,” I tell her.

“I know,” she mutters, and stifles a yawn behind her hand.

I study her and shift on my feet. Don’t do it, Colson. Don’t do — “You can come stay in my room.” Nice, idiot.

Presley blinks those gorgeous eyes and her lips part. “Oh,” she says, shaking her head. “That’s not fair to you, I—”

“Nah, it’s no big deal,” I assure her. “I’ll sleep on the floor or the couch or something.”

“You’re, like, 12 feet tall,” she says, and I laugh. She smiles a little but then it fades. “Seriously. I can’t kick you out of your bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“We’ll figure it out,” I say. “Come on. Don’t stay out here all night.”

She chews her lip for a second and then nods. “Alright. Thank you so much,” she says sincerely, getting to her feet. God, how does she look good in everything she wears? And Jesus Christ, there’s no bra under that little tank top, but there are nipple piercings. A flush breaks out on my chest and I’m glad my tattoos hide it.

I change my mind on the ice. The last thing I need is liquid courage to do something I’ll regret. I lead the way back to my room and let us in. I set down the ice bucket and turn on the TV. I can’t sit here in silence with her. “Make yourself comfortable,” I say. “Go ahead and take the bed.”

“Colson,” she says, shaking her head.

“We can both hang out on the bed and we’ll figure out sleeping arrangements later,” I say. “Deal?”

Presley nods. “Alright, deal.” She smiles softly at me and I smile back, crawling onto the bed. She takes a seat, too, and I relax slightly.

“Are you tired?” I ask.

“Honestly, not really,” she says. “Cash kinda freaked me out.”

I nod. “He’s fine. But I get it.”

She nods, too, chewing on bottom lip. She does that often, and it’s way sexier than it should be.

“Wanna smoke?” I ask, pulling a blunt from behind my ear.

She looks over at me and nods. “Yeah, actually. Do we need to go outside?”

“Probably,” I say. “But, eh.”

Presley giggles and curls her legs beneath her, turning to face me. “I’ll try not to get ashes on the bed.”

“You do then you’re footing the bill,” I tease, and when she sees that I’m being playful, she snickers, shaking her head. I light the blunt and inhale the sweet taste of the wrap, then hand it to her, depositing the blunt between her thin fingers. “So, you’re a piercer. You play in a band. What else is there to know about Presley Carver?”

She smiles and takes a hit of the blunt, leaning her head back to exhale the smoke. She hands the blunt back to me and shrugs. “I don’t know,” she says. “I’m not that interesting.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I challenge her, and for some reason, there’s now tension in the room. I wonder if she feels it, too.

She grins and wets her lips, resting her head back against the headboard. Her eyes close. “I’m actually pretty boring. I like to be home.”

“You don’t go out?” I ask.

“Not really.”

“So, you play shows and you go to work. Don’t you hang out with friends? A boyfriend?” I shouldn’t add that last part on, but I do. Cash already told me she doesn’t really date. But I need to know more about her. I don’t even know why.

She snorts, opening her eyes to look over at me. “Hasn’t Cash told you? I’m chronically single,” she says.

I grin a little. “Me too.”

“Why?” She asks, and then she looks a little surprised that she did. I pass her the blunt.

My smile falls a little. I’m not going to tell her the real reason, even though she feels like someone I can trust, someone who won’t judge me. “It’s just easier with my career,” I say, half-true. It is difficult to be in a relationship when I’m never in the same city for more than two nights.

“That makes sense,” she says quietly.

“What about you?” I ask. “Why are you chronically single?” I need to put the blunt down. It’s making it too easy to be truthful and open, and that was the whole point of changing my mind about drinking the whiskey. But I put it between my lips again.

Presley shrugs and her eyes drift away from mine. “Honestly, I have issues,” she says.

“Don’t we all,” I snort, and this makes her laugh.

“Yeah. I guess so,” she agrees. “Just easier to be alone. Safer.” She twists the ring on her pointer finger.

“Agreed,” I mutter. She has no idea just how much I fucking agree. “That’s why I just sleep around.” Presley laughs softly, but her cheeks get pink. I cringe a little. “Sorry.”

“No, don’t be,” she says, her hand falling onto my arm. I’m surprised by the touch. Her hand is warm, and her long nails graze my skin, making me shiver a little. “I’m not judging, I promise.” Her jade colored eyes meet mine and there’s a sincerity in them that pierces through me.

“It’s okay if you are. Everyone else does,” I say. I’m not sure why this is all pouring out of me right now, but I can’t stop it. I’m sure I’ll regret it tomorrow.

Presley looks sad, her brows drawing together. “No one gets to judge you,” she says. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want. As long as it’s consensual, then it’s totally fine.”

I blink. “Really? Most people just think I’m a man whore.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” She shoots back.

I slump a little, looking off into the distance as I consider this. She’s not wrong. It’s always consensual. Could I be a little more respectful to the women I fuck? Probably. Deep down I know I’m doing it to cope with big feelings, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“I guess nothing,” I say finally. “Casual sex serves its purpose.” Presley nods, but she looks a little stiff. It’s a weird reaction after what she just said to me. “Hey,” I say, and she looks at me. “I’m not judging either, if you do the same thing.”

Presley laughs at that, and I’m taken aback. “Sorry,” she says, blushing a little. “I just…I don’t. Do that.”

“No?” I ask, still confused by her reaction.

She opens her mouth like she’s going to say something but then she clamps her mouth shut. “Yeah. Um. I think I might get some sleep.”

“Oh. Okay,” I say. I put her reaction in the back of my mind to explore later. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“No, Colson, it’s fine. I’ll sleep on the couch,” she insists.

“Just sleep in the bed. With me,” I blurt. She looks over at me. “I’ll stay on my side. I promise.”

“Are you sure?” she asks.

“Of course,” I tell her. “If you’re comfortable with it.”

“Yeah. That’s fine,” she says slowly.

I nod. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth and stuff,” I tell her, getting up. She nods and I go into the bathroom. When I come back, she’s under the covers, all the way at the edge of the bed. I bite back a grin and climb into bed, staying on my side, too. I switch off the lamp.

As attracted to her as I am, it won’t be hard not to touch her. I respect her too much to want to use her like that. As tempting as it would be to do some bad, bad things with her, I promised Cash I wouldn’t, and Presley is worth more than that.

She’s complex. That much I can tell. I want to know her so badly, to figure out her secrets and learn her personality. It’s the first time I’ve felt anything close to this since what happened. I didn’t know I could want anything other than sex with a woman again. It scares me, and because of that, I need to stay far, far away from anything with her. Not even just because of Cash, but for my own good.

Because when I get too close to someone, when I actually admit feelings, I get hurt. Badly.

It’s been a very long time since I’ve been able to sleep in.

I wake up slowly, all of my senses fading in at a lazy pace. Before my eyes are even open, I can tell I’m not sleeping alone. No, definitely not alone.

I pry my eyes open and my temples throb slightly from how much weed I smoked last night. I blink a few times and shift slightly, and that’s when I really notice my current situation.

Somehow, at some point, Presley and I found our way to the middle of the bed. So much for staying on our own sides. Not only did we gravitate towards each other, but somehow, she ended up halfway on top of me, her leg draped over my hips and her head and hand on my chest.

I look at her face, and Jesus, she is breathtaking. She breathes slowly, looking incredibly peaceful asleep on my chest. Her hair is messy, falling out of its bun, but she’s still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I frown a little, wondering if she’ll be embarrassed when she wakes up.

I definitely need to piss and brush my teeth, but there’s no way in hell I’m moving when this is probably the closest I’ll ever be to her. I relax into the bed and hug her a little closer, gently, not wanting to wake her.

I must fall asleep again because I’m drawn back to consciousness when Presley moves. I blink my eyes open slowly and look down at her as she stretches. She freezes when she realizes she’s on top of me and I close my eyes, pretending I’m asleep. I can feel her head shift as she looks up at me, and I’m surprised when she doesn’t immediately pull away. After a few moments, I slowly open my eyes to find her looking at me. She blushes and smiles sheepishly, but she doesn’t pull away.

“Hey,” she says sleepily.

“Hey,” I croak. Fuck, my throat is dry. She rolls off of me then, and I’m cold in her absence. I want her back immediately. We fit together like fucking puzzle pieces and I can’t deny that.

“Sorry,” she says. “I don’t know how that happened.”

“Me neither,” I say. “I’m sorry, too.”

“No, don’t be,” she says, laying on her back and looking up at the ceiling. “I haven’t slept that well in a long time.”

“Shit. Me neither,” I realize. Usually, it takes forever to fall asleep and I toss and turn. I haven’t slept that deeply in longer than I can remember.

“Thanks again for letting me stay here,” she says, looking over at me with sleepy eyes. My heart softens. Fuck.

“It’s no problem,” I assure her.

She sighs and stretches, back arching slightly. It’s impossible not to stare at her tits as they reach towards the ceiling as her back bows. I didn’t have morning wood but I definitely do now.

“I should go check on Cash,” she says, slowly rolling out of bed.

“Yeah. Probably,” I say, although all I want is for her to stay right here with me. All damn day.

She scoops her phone and book off the nightstand and slips back into her sandals. “Thanks again, Colson. I really appreciate it,” she says, smiling.

“Yeah. Of course,” I say. “I’ll see you later?”

“See ya,” she says, and leaves the room.

I roll onto my back and groan loudly, sliding my hands over my face. Fuck, why is this happening? I don’t even know who the fuck I am, experiencing feelings like this. I need to get them in check, and quick.

But first…I need to get this boner in check.

Shit.

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