#yes I know the outfit is mixed up but whatever maybe I did that on purpose who knows
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fireball
DATE: NOVEMBER 24, 2022
summary: the cops get called at a party you didn’t want to go to, but luckily, tom takes you to somewhere safe and sound where no one can hear you.
request: YES!!
warnings: SMUT (m- receiving [oral, deepthroating], f- receiving [hickies, hairpulling, gagging/choking, slight degrading kink], praise kink, bit of dacryphilia, and dirty talking), slight manipulation (of her innocence), alcohol, and soo much dialogue i’m sorry (not)
words: 3.7k
note: OMG YES i love this so much!! i made this into a dark tom fic?? tell me what you guys think! i kind of like dark tom... if this makes you uncomfortable, do not read.
dark/frat!tom x innocent!reader
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You were not a fan of parties. Cliche, right? You didn’t care.
You loved group hangouts and drinking with people you trust. At parties, you don’t even know most of the people there, let alone trust them with your drunken state. Your friend, Eden, begged you to go, and you couldn’t really say no this time because you said no the last five times.
School has been riding your ass lately with pop quizzes and piles of homework. You wondered why you even decided to go to college sometimes. But a secure, steady job that you like is a decent enough reason to stay.
“I will give you a hundred dollars if you wear this,” Eden delicately takes out a strapless, purple dress that was just above the knees.
“Show me the hundred.”
“Damn it, you know I don’t have it!” She groans and hangs the dress back in the closet with not-so-much delicacy. You would’ve worn it, too, but you also wanted a hundred bucks.
“Here, I’ll wear this,” You pull up an image on your phone of an outfit you already had prepared to wear. You’re almost certain she’ll approve, but you’re going to show her anyway.
“Y/N, that’s hot as fuck! If you already had an outfit, why did you make me search for something?!” She scrunches her face in confusion.
“I thought maybe you’d find something better?”
“Oh, bull!” Eden waves you off as she closes her closet door. “I’m getting some tonight if you know what I mean, so I’m going to get ready. Did you bring your outfit? Oh, of course you did. Go get ready, you bitch.”
You laugh loudly as you walk out her bedroom door. You just love your best friend. Even when she makes you go to stupid frat parties.
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From the outside, you probably wouldn’t even know it was a party. As long as you were five miles down the street.
The house boomed with techno-like music, and strobe lights shined throughout the large window panes. The second you walk through the door, your face contorts at the rancid mix of alcohol, weed, and sweat. No matter how many parties you’ve gone to (four), you’ll never get used to that mixture. It’s just nasty.
Eden instantly leads you two over to the kitchen where different alcohols are scattered over the counter. You see Fireball and go straight over to the bottle. Not many people like it, but that’s one of the few alcoholic drinks that’s so good, you’ll drink it at a party. You grab the bottle and grab a solo cup. As your hand touches the tower of them, a hand rests above yours. You follow the hand up the stranger’s arm and to their face.
Tom.
Tom is the “leader” of the frat, or whatever it’s called. Captain? You didn’t care for it because people put him on a pedestal for a stupid reason. What was so great about him that people praised so much? Yeah, he was attractive, but he seemed… you couldn’t put your finger on it.
“If it isn't little miss Y/N. I didn’t think you were coming tonight. What made you come?” Tom taunts as he grabs two solo cups. His eyes crinkle with a small smile. A ripped baseball cap fits perfectly backwards on his head, so that his brunette hair pokes out from the sides. “Me?”
“I just felt like going out,” You answer dryly, snatching the cup from his hands and unscrewing the bottle cap. You fight a smile just looking at his smile. It was addictingly gorgeous.
Maybe that’s what he’s so praised for.
“Fireball? You look too good to be drinking Fireball, love,” The small nickname made your heart skip a beat. His words were a bit seductive with a hint of tease. You barely caught his eyes scanning over your body with how quick he did it. You were wearing a silky black v-neck with a black leather skirt. A cheap, gold necklace dangles above your breasts, while some small hoop earrings match. You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel good with your appearance, especially because you don’t go out too often anymore.
“But I want it. You worry about what you want and I’ll worry about what I want,” You nodded surely as you began to fill the cup about a fourth of the way. You wanted to drink a bit throughout the night without getting drunk. You take two sips, already feeling warmer.
“And I want you,” He says so low, you almost didn’t hear him. His words shocked you, sending electricity down your whole body. The music was so noisy and the people shouted the lyrics too loud. But he wanted you to hear him. He wanted only you to hear him.
All your movements stop and the hard bass of the speakers becomes your heartbeat. A wave of heat rushes over your skin as the tiny hairs from your body rise.
“You’re just saying that,” You deny, reaching over the liquors to grab a bottle of soda as a chaser.
“I know you want me, too–”
“How?” You question, cutting him off. He takes a step closer to you with a smirk arising on your face. Your innocence was becoming more visible to him, but you didn’t know that.
Can he really tell if you wanted him? Is that possible?
“I can see the gloss over your eyes, and I can feel the heat radiating from you. Your stomach is probably flipping so much you can’t even breathe. You’re trying to resist me, aren’t you, honey?” Tom takes a strand of hair from the front of your face and tucks it seductively behind your ear. Smoothly, his thumb runs along your jawline and gently pulls down your bottom lip. Immediate butterflies explode in your stomach from seduction overload. “Look at me. Am I wrong?”
You lift your head up slowly, eyes wide with curiosity and apparently lust. A fake, innocent expression coats his face as he slightly tilts his head. You shake your head just as slowly as before, knowing he was right. Based on what he said, you did want him. You’ve never really wanted someone the way you want him right now.
Before you could say anything else, three pounding knocks echo throughout the whole house. The music is cut and nearly everyone becomes silent and still.
“Police! Open up!” A muffled yell comes from the other side of the door. Some people scream and others mumble profanities while running all over the place. Your eyes widen in fear because you’ve never been to a party where the cops were called.
“C’mon follow me!” Tom shouts over the screams and running people. His hand laces through your fingers with a tight grip. Even though you’re scared, those butterflies flutter in your stomach again. Your thick heels weren’t very tall, so it was easy enough to move without slipping.
Tom weaves you both through the crowds strategically, going the opposite way of the wave of people. He leads you down a hallway and to a bedroom, which panics you because you don’t want to hide–you want to run away. However, when you get into the bedroom, you’re relieved to see a sliding glass door that leads into the backyard. Tom stops for a moment and snatches something off of the long dresser alongside the wall. Then you both rush through the door quickly, closing it before Tom drags you away again.
He opens the wooden fence door, pulling you through before shutting it and bringing you around the corner. Now, you were technically in the front yard, but the side of the frat house covers you. He holds you steady against the fence, your heart racing with many reasons but anticipation feels the strongest. This close you could smell his cologne and it’s delightful; something woodsy yet sensual. You spot a black car behind his shoulder and pray that’s where he’s taking you.
“Do you see that car? We’re going there. But the front door is right over there. That’s where the cops are. I’ve done this before, but I’m sure you haven’t. Once the cops break down the door and go inside, we’re running to the car. Okay?” Tom tries to explain as slowly and relaxed as possible because he’s scared for you. He doesn’t want you to be afraid and he wants you to trust him. All you do is nod. He grabs your hand again, but with less intensity, and more delicacy. He brings it up to his lips and kisses your knuckles softly. “Still with me?”
Heat rushes to your cheeks and you fight the urge to a huge smile, but you somehow nod in response. You look away nervously, as your fear begins to die down. He sees this and smirks, glad he is able to distract you from the cops. To Tom, this scene is not that big of a deal because he usually runs away by himself. But you were standing there, so innocent, so susceptible, that he could never leave you alone.
The signal of the door breaking down alerts both of your ears and you look up at Tom again in urgency. He tightly grips your hand again, hopefully not hurting you, and drags you as quickly as possible to the black car across the street. Yanking the keys from his pocket, he clicks the unlock button and swiftly opens the door for you.
“Oh, what a gentleman,” You giggle, but shut the door urgently. He jogs around to the driver’s side and immediately starts the engine.
“Only for you, love,” He winks as he drives away into the night. You don’t even ask where he’s taking you, automatically trusting him.
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Your mind was racing. You couldn’t stop thinking about Tom and what he told you. You wanted him, and you wanted him bad. You… needed him. But how do you bring it up again? Can you just tell him?
You’ll try that.
“Tom?” Your soft voice fills the no longer silent air. His thumb rubs gentle circles over your thigh, giving you that flipping feeling in your stomach again. You instinctively close your legs, trapping his hand. Your heat pounds with need, but you mistaken it for pain. He opens them again and continues to rub the soft skin of your thigh nonchalantly.
“Yes, doll?” His voice is deep and knowing, but you’re oblivious. A shy smirk peeks on his lips.
“I have that feeling again.”
“What feeling? Describe it to me,” Tom’s fingers inch slowly closer to your privates, making you inhale and slightly hold your breath. You try to remember exactly how he described it, so you could put it into words.
“I have that flipping stomach feeling, and I feel kind of hot. But it’s more intense… and it hurts,” You mumble under your breath out of embarrassment.
God, how are you even talking to him right now?
“What hurts, honey?” Tom questions innocently, keeping his eyes steadily on the road.
“My…privates,” You look down shamefully, while closing your legs again. Tom hums and you can hear his smirk.
“Do you…want me to get rid of that feeling?” He asks as if he’s just as oblivious as you. Your eyes sparkle and turn to look at him hopefully.
“Yes! Please, please, please!” You plead as Tom pulls into a driveway. You don’t even question it, even though you know he lives at the frat house. But you don’t pay any mind to that because the pain between your legs is becoming even stronger now.
“Alright, alright, I got you,” He laughs, turning off the engine. It’s pitch black outside apart from a single streetlight in the distance. The houses beside Tom’s were asleep, you assumed. It was probably pretty late, but you had lost your phone somewhere along the way, most likely when running.
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Tom leads you through an empty house and into a bedroom. It’s dark throughout the whole place, only spots of moonlight peek through the curtains.
“Is this yours?” You had to ask, hands waving around in the air. You didn’t think Tom would bring you to some random home that wasn’t his. You didn’t want to trespass.
“Technically, yes. It’s mine as well as my parents’ second home,” You purse your lips at the new information. You had always assumed he had come from money.
The bedroom left you entranced in the way it was mysterious. Tom’s dark silhouette caused you to ache more than before. He turned around, staring at your helpless, desperate expression.
“I will help you, but,” Tom starts as you take a seat on the edge of the soft, white bed.
“I’ll do anything, please,” You beg pathetically, crossing your legs to decrease the consistent throbbing.
“Anything? Well, let me finish,” He takes a step toward you, making you look up into his eyes. He towers over you, showing full dominance. Your chest raises up and down with the tension. “You have to be a good girl.”
“I am,” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you peer up at him with a pouty face.
“You will be once you listen to me,” He pets the top of her head while you nod in agreement, still slightly confused. “Now, get on your knees.”
You don’t hesitate to obey Tom because you’re really desperate. The carpet is rough and scratchy, but you don’t say anything. He takes your hands and delicately places them on his belt buckle
“Take my belt off,” You nod again as you slowly begin to do so. “Now, my jeans.”
You want to complain so badly because of how slow this is going. But you want to be a good girl for Tom, so you keep your mouth closed and listen. You’re eye to eye with his boxers and without waiting for him to speak, you lower them down. Tom hums in satisfaction and runs a smooth hand through your hair. You inhale at the small touch, impatient.
“You’re so…big,” You note, eyes doe-y and wide. Tom stiffly laughs once with his mouth closed.
“Is that an issue? I thought you were a good girl?” He asks condescendingly, fingers brushing your jawline. The contrast of his rough fingertips ignite flames along your velvety skin. Your eyebrows pinch together in determination because you will be a good girl. Even if he is scarily big.
“Now what?” You gaze up at Tom through your eyelashes, innocence cascaded across your face along with a sense of challenge.
His cock sits big and stiff right in front of you, pre-cum leaking from the rosy tip. Out of instinct, you take your thumb to wipe it away, but more leaks out. You keep rubbing back and forth, trying to get the liquid to go away. Tom sighs from above you, gripping your hair tightly in a fist to halt you. You gasp and look at him again.
“Put your mouth on me, doll. But no teeth. Do you understand?” His intense hold on your hair lets you know he’s serious, so you nod again. “Words.”
“Yes, I understand,” You speak, before licking your lips and opening your mouth. The bit of liquid coats your tongue as you put his cock inside of your mouth. You get a little more than halfway before it’s touching the back of your throat. You instantly gag, wanting to spit. However, your tongue starts exploring, running along the sides and rubbing under it, which distracts you.
Tom groans, making you proud for some reason. Without a warning, Tom starts moving in and out.
“Breathe through your nose– fuck,” Tom’s voice is gravelly and rough when he moans deeply. His grip on your hair controls your head movements, so you’re forced to have his cock in your mouth the whole time. You grasp his thick thighs for support and dig your nails into his skin aggressively. You can feel his muscles tightening with immense strength. You moan on him, sending a warm feeling throughout Tom’s body.
“You like my muscles, baby? Yeah?” You hum against his cock because yes, you like his muscles. You never really cared for them on anyone else. However, you’ve always thought they were so attractive on him. When you’d see him waltzing around campus with his tight workout shirts, you always took a double-take. “Tell me how much you like them.”
His cock slips out from your mouth, coated in salvia. You gasp large breaths throughout your mouth, so you can answer him.
“I’ve always liked your arms. But I’ve always wanted to touch your stomach…” You shyly admit, looking down breathlessly. You stare back up at him with small courage. “I love when you wear your workout shirts around school because I can see how strong you are.”
Tom’s ego flies through the roof and his heart pounds heavily in his chest. The fact that you’ve noticed him around campus makes his stomach flip. He simply hums as his thumb on your jaw guides toward your bottom lip, pulling it down to open your mouth. You obey, widening as he slowly slots his cock back into your mouth like it was made to be there.
You take a deep breath as he begins moving in and out. His pace speeds up and your face gets all tingly. The carpet burns your knees, eventually numbing them.
Saliva spills on your chin and down to your chest. You can’t help but gag every time his tip tickles the back of your mouth. With every thrust, you swear he gets lower down your throat. Your jaw begins to burn and your throat begins to ache. Tears form at the brim of your eyes before they slowly fall on your cheeks.
“Choke on it, just like that. You like this, don’t you?” Tom asks while more tears stream from your face. Although you’re crying, you love it because it makes you a good girl. Pleasing Tom makes you get butterflies.
The throbbing between your legs gets more intense with every thrust and gag. You helplessly close your legs like you had in the car. Tom notices.
“Of course you do, you’re filthy. Just like me,” Tom degrades, whispering the last past, so you couldn’t hear him. Tom’s cock fits perfectly snug in your mouth; coated by your warmth. The tickles and subtle rubs of your tongue make him throw his head back in awe. Your private throbs again, pleading to be helped.
“Do you like when I talk dirty? Do you?” You muffle a moan on his cock, sending vibrations through him. He groans loudly. Your head feels light and your vision seems fuzzy. You assumed if you did this too long, you would pass out. His chiseled stomach peeks beneath his button up, tense as his orgasm nears.
But of course, you’re oblivious to the fact that he is going to come soon.
“You want to be a good girl, right?” You look at him as best as you can while attempting to nod. You gag again, nearly spitting him out. He continues to ram into your mouth as you drool everywhere. “Then take it.”
More tears spill onto your cheeks. You learn it’s hard to breathe solely out of your nose, and moving your head backwards only slims the opening of your throat.
His pace is rough and quick, making you see stars. His stomach tenses again as he groans a variety of profanities above you.
“Fuck!” Tom yells as he yanks himself out of your mouth. Suddenly, come spurts out from his cock, coating your chin and chest beautifully. Specks of white splattered on your shirt, looking like the stars in the night sky.
Tom strokes himself until he’s breathing steady, mind still blown from you. Somehow, teaching you how to deepthroat rather than you being skilled at it turned him on more than ever. He tugs up his boxers and jeans, not caring about the mess of saliva on him.
“Stay right here, baby.”
You stay kneeled, drenched in his white liquid. Tom exits the room and comes back with a towel and a blanket. He slowly wipes the liquid away with the towel until you’re all clean. A throb still pounds between your legs and you wonder if you’ve been good enough for him to fix it.
“Tom?” Your throat is sore, so your voice comes out squeaky and breaking. Tom’s eyes follow you as you gracefully stand from the kneeling position, knees burning. “Was I a good girl?”
Tom, nearly getting hard again, smiles at your innocence and caresses your cheek lovingly.
“The best,” He says, and your eyes light up in praise. “You’re my good girl.”
A toothy smile widens on your lips before Tom delicately kisses you. The room was so dark and eerie, but the kiss felt like a rainbow and a thousand butterflies. His skillful lips kiss you mesmerizingly, while his fingers brush over your warm cheeks.
The kiss was soft and tender, completely opposite from his previous actions. A heartbeat continued to pulse between your legs the more and more he touched you. With some self-control, you slowly pushed him off of you. You just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Tom,” You whisper groggily. “It still hurts.”
He smiles devilishly, licking his bottom lip.
“Good girls ask nicely,” He raises his eyebrows as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ears.
“Please, please help me, Tom. I need you,” You beg breathily, feeling floaty. Tom smirks, satisfied with your plea. He guides your body toward the bed, laying you down delicately. You melt into the mattress’s comforter as Tom crawls over you.
“Anything for my good girl,” Tom hums as he hovers above your relentless body, trembling slightly with anticipation. His hum follows through the trails of kisses and love bites he discards along your neck. You moan out with each touch of his hands and lips.
“Now what,” You whimper out, wondering what he’s going to do next. You mentally pray he’s going to mend the pain.
“Now, baby, it’s all about you.”
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thank you for the request ;) i hope you liked it!
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― who you gonna call? pt.3
the boys know they'll always have someone to call when they need them. that someone in question being you, luckily that feeling is more than mutual.
‧₊˚ chris x gn!reader
‧₊˚ warnings: light swearing (?), the tiniest itzy bitzy bit of angst in the beginning, mutual pining (?)
‧₊˚ word count: 700
‧₊˚ pt.1 ( matt ) | pt.2 ( nick ) | masterlist
( 𝖈. ) ; you don't have to call him. you always find eachother.
your finger rested over your chat.
snickerdoodle [5:32 pm] : have fun on your date!!!!
you [6:34 pm] : i will, thank uuu
snickerdoodle [5:34 pm] : & tell me if he's a creep
snickerdoodle [5:35 pm] : ill find him.
Despite the tragic circumstances, being you sitting alone in the library, you had to hold back a smile at his words.
You've contemplated calling him multiple times over the last hour, your date had cancelled about half an hour after he should have picked you up. But instead of changing back into some more comfortable clothes and asking Chris to come over for a spontaneous movie night that he would most definitely say yes to in an instant, you decided to search for some comfort in your third favourite place in the world (the first being the triplets' couch and the second being your bathtub).
You actually missed the deadline on returning some of the books you borrowed just to give your full attention to this date that you were really looking forward to.
You sighed.
Those were 30 cents you would never get back.
The same thought taunted you as you walked through the shelves of said library, hoping to distract yourself and not wanting to waste a perfectly good outfit, you found yourself here.
The eerie silence you usually loved felt tauntingly grim tonight and the thoughts that were racing in your head sounded even louder.
Though it did help with recognizing a familiar voice at the librarians desk.
"I'd like to return these please."
You peaked your head out of the bookshelf, the familiar brown locks covering up the familiar and only face you wanted to see tonight.
You had totally forgotten about your date as you tapped him on your shoulder.
"Chris?"
He turned towards you, his face brightening at the sight of you, automatically pulling you into a side hug, his other hand still occupied with an oddly familiar set of books.
"What are you doing here? I didn't know you could read," you mumbled, watching him roll his eyes.
"Ha ha, very funny. You forgot these books at ours and I noticed the return date."
Your eyes widen a bit, A Brief History of Mixed Media Film Making, Directing Explained with Chloé Zhao and Color Theory in Stop Motion
Those were definitely your books.
"And I almost had hope you cared for Chloé Zhao's breakdown of directing," you murmured with a smile.
He shoved you a bit to the side, "Not even my undying love for you would make me pick up a book."
"Undying?"
"Don't get smug. I did it only because I knew you were busy because of your date."
He watched the smile in your face fade a bit.
"Speaking of the date, that you so rudely cancelled our movie night for, how is...did it go?" Chris mumbled, pulling a face at the change of mood he witnessed.
"Didn't show up." You shrugged, your voice didn't waver, but Chris could still make out some hurt.
"I'm sorry."
"It's whatever."
"It's not, this is all my fault," Chris mumbled, his face towards the row of books, though something told you he wasn't actually very focused on Biographies of Philosophers A-G.
"How is this your fault?"
"Should have never let you go on a date with that idiot..."
"Chris," you frowned, concerned.
"Should have taken him out when I had the chance."
"Chris." You warned, amused.
"And I should have taken you out instead of him as well."
He was now toying with Aristotle's biography, but even in the dim library light you could make out his blush and the occasional glance he'd send your way.
"As in on a date or do you want to beat my ass."
"Maybe both if you make fun of the fact that I don't read on our date tomorrow."
You giggled, fully turning your body towards him now.
"Tomorrow? Do I get a say in this?"
"No. Because you have terrible taste in men," he teased, leaning down towards your face.
A beat of silence, the two of you just stared at eachother.
"I'm starting to doubt that," you spoke, lowly. It was more a mental note to yourself than anything, though it flustered Chris nonetheless.
"We'll see," he leaned away again, putting the book he had paid no mind to back and dragging you out of the library.
The rest of the way towards your home was spend in silence, but his hand never left yours, and you had a giddy feeling every time you'd catch him staring at you.
"Thank you, really," you whispered once you eventually made it to your front door.
"You saved this night...and spared me a fee of 30 cents."
"Don't mention it. I'm just happy we spent some time together today."
"So humble," you mumbled as you unlocked the door, for the first time in what felt like the whole night you were turned away from him.
"Take all blame, duck all credit," he quoted, shrugging casually but his smug smile told you otherwise as you turned around with your mouth agape.
"You did read the Chloé Zhao Direction book!"
i hate the word agape. u say it ag-ape, scientifically proven. (real)
i hope you enjoyed, luv u <3
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What's your favourite episode of 13's run and why?
Ok! I surprisingly enough do have a favorite episode… but it’s by such a small margin I’ve made an executive decision to talk about 2 other of my favorites episodes and then a few honorable mentions and why I love them
I’m half sorry for how long this is, I’m fully sorry for the fact that it took a while to actually put my thoughts to words
We’re starting with my absolute favorite because that’s what was asked lol. The Power Of The Doctor is my favorite episode, the plot is fun but it’s really the characters that make me love it so much! Every character that shows up is used really well.
Yaz is absolutely the star of the episode. I love her in every episode but especially in this one she shines a lot. She takes charge so well and really does fill the docs shoes with flying the tardis and making the plans and all that jazz. Her interactions with everyone is amazing to watch but especially the master, their dynamic is so interesting to me! Mandip also does a great job portraying emotions in this one- her anger at the master, and sadness about 13 regenerating in particular is one of my favorite parts. Also yaz with a gun is hot, and I fully believe she woulda shot the master if he gave her a reason so this episode would be in my top five just for that
Speaking of the master! This is 100% his best appearance. The dancing, the outfit, his interactions with yaz being a mix of cruel and endearing, in a way? Maybe that’s not the right word… interesting at the very least. The way he talks to her like they’re friendly, like they both know the doctor very well… kinda like they’re two sides of the same coin, in a way?
13 is lovely in this episode. A) I ADORE the navy version of her coat and am so happy they brought it back in the inbetween cliff (or whatever that was) B) her regeneration might just be one of my favorite scenes, even if it pains me to watch (ignoring 14’s existence for this) and the hologram is so smart (btw does yaz still have that? Do you think it activates still?) also love the fugitive doctor appearance even if it was hologram form. Her comforting yaz, their conversation, the icecream <333333
Love ace and Teagan and vinder, they’re all great but especially ace is SO FUN and I love her interactions with graham(did they flirt?) who btw, I love that he was right back! Too bad Ryan isn’t there tho, it’s fun to see how the dr leaving affects the companions, the bitterness Teagan holds is definitely a really fun bit that I’m glad they included. Also Kate is amazing as she always is! Dan wasn’t that bad either but I’m still glad he didn’t stick around
Also! I really like the plot! I saw someone complain about having all 3 cybermen, daleks and the master in the same episode but honestly it was just super fun- and the master was really the main villain with the cybermen and daleks as minor/background/subvillains. I much approve fun plots over anything else and having the master dance to Rasputin is very fun!
Onto The Woman Who Fell To Earth!
Yes, 13’s first and last appearance are my favorite episodes! This will be much less in depth but I did recently rewatch this one so it’s as fresh in my mind as the first.
I really like how… snappy they all are, in a weird way? The fam kinda mellow out through the series, especially Graham. Theyre all somewhat aggressive in this one and it’s very fun! It’s too bad grace died… she’d have made a great companion
Also the plot, the plot is great. 13 making her own sonic, not remembering who she is but knowing she has to help people, picking up the first humans she sees (which she has a habit of throughout the series, lol), being super smart! Just lovely! Also her in a suit is hot
“I’m calling you yaz, cuz we’re friends now.” Is 100% one of my favorite quotes too
Also Swiss army sonic should’ve been a running gag, it’s funny! I think that’s everything- my thoughts on this episode are very disconnected but oh well
My third favorite: the witch finders!
I’m not actually sure why I love this episode so much? Actually yes I do, soaked 13 is hot- that’s not the only reason tho, promise.
The fam is great, as always, but especially yaz this episode. It portrays how kind she is really well! 13 experiencing sexism and being pissed about it is also really cool, I kinda wish we got at least one other episode where it happened but I understand why we didn’t . Also the king being gay for Ryan is funny as fuck and I didn’t notice it my first watch
The background(side?) characters are also really good- the possessed lady is a fun antagonist, and the king is wonderfully incompetent at his job.
Also 13 telling them not to interfere and then immediately interfering is fantastic. I don’t think I have much to say about this one? I just really like it
Honorable mentions!
The timeless children, solely for the scene with Graham and yaz being family and for yaz being halfway to the portal by the time Graham is done asking who’s first- tbh this is my least favorite appearance for the master and I think the cybermasters are stupid so
Arachnids in the uk I love yaz’s family, i love jade, i love that the bitch ceo gets schooled by women in stem and yaz’s mom, i like that when asked if she and the doctor are together yaz’s response is “we’re [just?] friends!” But when asked the same about ryan it’s a very emphatic “no!”, I love “more of the universe… more time with you.”
Demons of the punjab “we can’t have a universe with no yaz!”, young umbreen is so much like yaz it’s amazing, i love yaz in this episode (this, ive realized, doesn’t say much, I love her in every episode), the plot is really fun and again i love yaz’s family
The legend of the seadevils my beloved gays. The characters are all really fun, the plot is great, all the thasmin moments I love and they hurt my heart, and Dan has a stupid outfit!
Eve of the daleks once again: my beloved gays! The plot is so fun, and even though the side characters aren’t my favorite I still really like them
Fugitive of the judoon FUGITIVE DOCTOR MY BELOVED <333333 also Jack is cool
Oh also My least favorite is resolution because it’s boring. Ok I think that’s everything… hope you don’t regret asking!
#doctor who#new who#13th doctor#thirteenth doctor#thasmin#yasmin khan#yazmin khan#ryan sinclair#graham o'brien#dan lewis#yaz khan#yaz x 13#yaz x thirteen#13 x yaz#the power of the doctor#the woman who fell to earth#the witchfinders#demons of the punjab#legend of the sea devils#arachnids in the uk#the timeless children#eve of the daleks#fugitive doctor#fugitive of the judoon#the master#spy master#spymaster#dhawan!master#kate stewart
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The lights are still on in the mobile, and the windows glow warm yellow through the gauzy blinds. The silence of the late evening is punctuated only by the chirping of insects in the grass, and the crunch of our feet upon it. Long weeks under the sun have left it dry and crisp underfoot, though footfall has worn it away to dust and dirt around the steps to the veranda.
“Mister Turner, is that you there?” I jump as a voice cuts through the darkness. At first I didn’t notice anybody there, but Shane’s mother sits on a deck chair with a novel on her lap looking at me with a curious tilt of her head. A little citrine candle lights up the pages of her book and fills the air with the smell of lemons.
“Hello Caroline,” I clear my throat, hit with a strong urge to be extremely polite, “How are you this evening?”
“I’m well, thank you,” she says, “Is this your new girlfriend?”
“No,” I glance at Clóda who is looking at anything but me. “She’s just come with me to get something of Shane’s. Um, would you mind if we go inside to get it?”
She peers at us, “Are ye all hanging about down on the beach?”
“Yeah.”
“Not getting up to anything your mother wouldn’t like to hear about I hope.”
I shake my head, “No, Caroline,” though she and I both know that she’d never tell my mother anything. All the other mothers avoid mine at the coffee shop when they see her and say things about how odd she is when they think I’m safely out of earshot, but they’re all like this, even her peers back home in Clontarf. It'd be more surprising to me if they were friendly to her.
She waves us away and goes back to her book, “Go ahead in, so, if you know what you’re looking for.”
Before I go inside Caroline stops me with a hand on mine, “C’mere to me,” she says very quietly, “Would you do me a favour when you’re in there?”
She pulls me close to her face, “Would you ever go in and ask Kelly if she wants to go and hang out with ye all?”
“Um… Kelly?”
“She’s not really mixing with the other young people, she’s on her own a lot and I think all she needs is someone like you to ask her to go out and hang about with you. She won’t listen to me when I tell her, so don’t tell her it was me who asked. I’m just worried about her cooped up in there all evening watching the telly or whatever she’s doing.”
I shrug, “Okay, if you want.”
She gives my hand a satisfactory pat, “Thank you Jude, I think it’d mean the world to her just to be asked, especially by such a nice boy as yourself.”
“Yeah, of course, no problem.”
Shane’s room is our first destination, and we set about digging half a dozen bottles from beneath his bed. I don’t know where he got these or for how long he’s hidden them here, but I don’t suppose that alcohol really goes bad, nor are we in any position to be picky about it even if it did.
Clóda’s curiosity gets the better of her as I’m underneath the bed frame, “Who’s Kelly?”
“Shane’s little sister,” I say quietly so that my voice doesn’t penetrate these notoriously thin walls. “I dunno what her story is. She never really talks to us.”
“Oh, well, do you think it’s a bit weird that her mam is telling you to hang out with her?”
“Yeah a bit, but let’s not tell anyone that maybe. I think it’d be embarrassing if everyone knew, don’t you?”
“Mm. Maybe.”
I swipe a layer of dust off my t-shirt and begin putting several bottles into the pockets of my cargo shorts. I work slowly and carefully so that none of them clink together and cause enough noise to raise Caroline’s suspicions. There are two left. “Do you have space for any?” Clóda looks down at her skimpy outfit with pockets that wouldn’t even fit a quarter of her own hands. “Right, never mind.” I shove them into the waistband of my shorts and head back into the hallway.
“That’s Kelly’s room,” I whisper, and we hover awkwardly around the door for several long moments.
I raise my fist and knock.
A voice comes from within. “What?”
“Uh…Hi, do you-”
“Ugh! Shane. If this is about the DS, I told you it’s my turn on it today and I’m having it, so you can piss off away from my door, and-” She flings it open to see me and Clóda instead, and her face drains of colour. “Oh God.”
I don’t know what comes over me, but the sight of her there with her curly hair sticking up around her face, wearing hot pink floral matching pyjamas makes a laugh explode from me. And not one of my normal laughs, but a high pitched squawk. Her eyes boggle in horror and she blinks once. Twice before she manages; “Wha- um, I’m sorry, but what the actual hell are you doing here?”
I stuff my knuckles into my mouth, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Jesus, Kelly, I’m not, um, laughing at you really, you just looked so surprised, and… in those pyjamas and everything.”
She looks down at herself as though she can’t believe she’s even wearing them, like they’ve appeared on her body without her knowledge. She looks at Clóda then and almost turns the same colour as them. “Everything else is in the wash! God! Did Shane send you here to play another stupid prank on me?”
“No, it’s- We were here to get something but then we were uh, we were wondering if you want to come and hang out with us. We’re down on the dunes near the surf shack.”
“Why would you want me to go there?”
“I dunno, in case you wanted to. I just thought I’d be nice and ask.”
I can’t tell if she’s shocked or furious, or something in between, “I’m sorry, you’ve come here to be nice? Do you think I was born yesterday? Why do you think I would want to go anywhere with you?”
“I don’t know. If you were bored or something or if you wanted company.”
“Yeah, okay. Well I’m not that bored, thank you very much.”
“Oh yeah? Where are your friends tonight?”
She baulks. “Busy. Just like me,” and I peer into the tiny twin room behind her to see just a half empty bag of popcorn and a Nintendo DS on one of the beds. “Wow, yeah I can see that.”
“Leave me alone please.”
“Yeah, fine.”
After she slams the flimsy door in our faces I look at a shell shocked Clóda and shrug. That’s classic Kelly. She’s not been right with me since I put a frog in her hair two summers ago.
“She’s nice, isn’t she?” I mutter to her as we pass through the tiny kitchen. She snorts into her elbow, and this moment seems to dissolve the tension between us, “Oh God,” She says, “Yes she’s a real delight, I definitely wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of her.”
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The “Little Things” they do(Heartslabyul)
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“Is this tea to your liking” Riddle asked as he pours some in my cup and I just nod as i fix my outfit “Riddle I know I remind you of someone but do I really have to wear this? I don’t think this matches my style” i asked which he frowned . You said you would oblige me, did you not?” he asked “well yes but-” i was about to finish but seeing riddle’s face scares me a little. Unlike the irritated and angry faces he makes with ace and deuce, this felt different. Like something’s off.like he could kill me right now. “Were you lying when you said that?” he asked as the grip on his cup tightened and i shook my head no then he calmed down “I knew it. You wouldn't lie to me although I must argue, the dress/suit really suits you well. I see no other wearing them” Riddle smiles and I nod awkwardly trying to brush off what has happened. “You had me worry for a moment. I though you were trying to make me upset. You wouldn't want to make me angry right?” he asked “ n no.” I replied,he beamed “Good. I’ll be right back. I want to see how the tarts are coming along” Riddle said as he dismissed himself from the table. This gotta be the first time I’ve ever seen that angry face directed towards me.
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“Smells good in here” I mumbled as I reached the kitchen. “Good evening,(y/n). You’re just the person I wanted to see today” Trey said as he stirred some pastry dough “I need to make some filling for some cream puffs can you start making the filling for me” He asked and I nodded. He’s done stuff for me might as well return the favor right. Per his instructions I prepared and made the mixture to the T. then i began stirring in my own little world when a cold chill was felt behind me and a hand wrapped around mine “you’re mixing it wrong. You’re supposed to be more gentle with it” Trey said as he moved the stirring spoon in my hand,mixing the filling slowly and carefully while he placed the other on my hips like he’s keeping me stable. Once done he took the bowl from my grasp and set it aside “thank you for the help i appreciate it” he said as he kissed my hand before I left. I wonder when he began to be so touchy?
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“T this is for you” Deuce said as he held out a singular flower out to me “aww. That’s so sweet of you deuce” I said as i took the flower “are you cleaning the manor today. Can i help?” Deuce asked eagerly “well ya, i am. It’s nothing i need help with-” i could barely get the rest out as he sprinted away. I sighed and let deuce clean whatever he thought was dirty or dusty. Really i was just going to sweep the second floor and dust the paintings. While i was dusting Deuce came running up the stairs eager to see me “I cleaned the down stairs for you” He said “oh thank you. I guess that leaves one less thing to take care of. Anyway what’s all this for” I asked he looked down slightly “I remember helping you with chores like this. Its a way we spend our days together” He replied oddly enough “well who am I to deny your umm…. Nostalgia” I chucked “than can i stay with you. I always wanted to go into ramshackle with you” deuce beamed as he grabbed my hand “I don’t think you can” i replied “We can try. I can try. I’ll even break down the door if it means we can get inside” Deuce smiled as his grip tightens “umm how about we just take a walk around the property. Maybe chat about your memories” I spoke finding some quick way to snap him out of whatever zone he was in “oh that’s fine too. Shall we” he said as he let go of my hand. What’s gotten into him?
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“HA HA I won! Finally!” ace exclaimed as he slaps down the final uno card “you’re a fast learner” I smiled as I equally enjoyed myself “Do i get a prize” Ace asked “a prize?” I questioned and he nods “if you win a game you get prizes. Money, bragging rights, even valuables.” Ace listed “well i have nothing on me right now so maybe we could ask trey to bake you some treats or something” I offered “hmmmm…That’s not fair. You lost~” he said as he rest his head on his hand “how about a kiss” Ace asked “I don’t think I’m capable of doing that” I chucked “Why not. You never hesitated before. Come on just on the cheek” He smiled “or do you want me to just steal one from you” he asked with a certain… hostility. “Fine, fine. Come here” I said. He smiled widely and practically skipped over. He went on his knees and I bestowed a kiss on the cheek satisfying him…for now at least. Although he was always satisfied when I offered Trey’s treats. Wonder what changed?
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I couldn't move. The cold shot me awake but I couldn't move. This happens many nights in a row. I’ll give it 3. Sleepless,cold ,and motionless. Truly a horrifying experience. “You don’t look so well” a voice spoke snapping me out of my slight trance. How long was i staring at that wall. I turned to see Cater “oh it’s just I haven’t been sleeping well these past few days I was staying here” I explained “oh that’s too bad. How about I’ll make you some tea before bed” Cater offered. I nod. That night before bed, Cater prepared some tea of my liking then disappeared somewhere. The warm drink relaxed my body and mind almost like a soft invisible blanket or a nice lullaby. I should thank Cater personally so I began making way to the art room. I didn’t see Cater but what I did see was an uncovered painting. Curiosity got the best of me so I took a peak. To my horror and surprise it was a painting of me asleep “do you like it” A Cater spoke from behind which made me jump “This one is much better then the last. At least i would think so” he adds “...but why in my sleep” i asked “I like to see you in your most natural state. I told you this remember..well it was some time ago.” he said as he placed his hand underneath his chin “I wonder why you dislike it. Were you lying when you said you didn’t mind or has time chipped your memory” Cater mumbled but quickly waved it off “anyways. It’s late and you should be asleep. I’ll be up and fixing and making final touches” Cater stated as he passed me. I couldn't sleep after that. “Did I really say that?”
#twisted wonderland haunted au#twisted wonderland ghost au#yandere twsited wonderland x reader#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere riddle x reader#yandere trey x reader#yandere ace x reader#yandere deuce x reader#yandere cater x reader#yandere cater diamond#yandere riddle rosehearts#yandere trey clover#yandere deuce spade#yandere ace trappola#twisted wonderland x reader
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omg those billy things you just wrote... i was gagged!
but imagine his muse coming back after a fight and she is all like "ok, if you are going to call me a groupie then i will act like one". like walking away from him whenever he wont pay attention to her, openly flirting with eddie, and wearing the sluttiest outfits possible! and eventually it gets a little concerning so billy is like "wtf are you doing? youre mine." *cue the angsty and frustrated smut* but then after she just feels so angry, she did what billy wanted but he still wasnt happy! she is just so confused about her life, and i feel like this is maybe a month before she disappears at daisys house
-🦋
so real and so her
like you're young and confused and don't really know what you want or what he wants, so it's from this mixed place of I'll be the thing he says he wants but also an angrier, fine, I'll do what he wants and see how much he likes it. plus this is the beginning of the end, so the allure is starting to become even less fantastical.
but when billy gives you the look or comment that you're being too needy, you give him what he just want, space. for you to be just like every other rejected groupie and cozy up to the next member of the band. so the moment billy casts you away with his attitude and snide comments, you've cozied right up next to eddie.
eddie who will always respond to your advanced, lets you be touchy, isn't scared to be just as touchy and flirty back. it always grates on billy, but it does so even more when you're not stuck to his side at all. if he calls you don't come running desperately back, you take your time. you even flirt with warren a little and don't shy away from showing yourself off in extremely low cut tops and short shorts. the tension in the studio is palpable, so much so that even warren gets the message and tries to interact with you less, but eddie doesn't give a care in the world to how billy feels, so you stay cuddled up with him on most breaks unless billy specifically asks for your attention. and yes during this time you're totally is hiding off with eddie to suck him off or fuck because if billy doesn't want you like that, you can be the groupie mostly focused on eddie, who does make you feel valued, special, important.
and this behavior continues at the house, you'll take rides from anyone who offers, cuddle up with whoever, although you don't insert yourself anywhere like you're scared you might be overstepping. which confuses everyone because you're a friend, but it's like you've demoted yourself from that role fully to a groupie in the background. and billy is sick of it and during a break asks for you to come over to him and he's pulling you into a closet.
"what the hell is up with you?"
"what do you mean?"
"you know what I mean, you're-"
"look, billy, if you wanted your dick sucked all you had to do was ask. or I'm sure someone else would love that about now." before you can sink to your knees he's keeping you up.
"what do you mean by that?" he's seething.
"you know exactly what it means." and his lips are on yours, pushing your back against the shelf. he's quick to mark up your neck and chest.
"you're my girl. my fucking girl you get that? you're here for me." by the time he's got your legs wrapped around his torso as he pounds into you you're still just lost in whatever is it he's proclaiming. "I say you're my girl, tell other people that, bring you to the studio, you get talked about in the fucking papers, and you don't even talk to me in the studio. fucking ridiculous"
"billy-"
you're so close to pure ecstasy when his words are throwing you for a loop, "you close, baby? making you feel better then eddie, aren't I? you fit me perfectly. eddie could never-"
"billy!"
you gasp when he harshly thrusts up, "eddie could never take care of you the way I do, could he?"
you want to refuse to answer, to give him the satisfaction, but then he's hitting that spot that nearly has you losing complete control and you can't help yourself. "no billy, feel so fucking good. need you, oh my god, billy, so fucking close!"
he's smirking up against your jawline. "that's what I thought. it's okay, baby, let go. I got you, got my girl." and when you've both finally come undone and he's got you securely back in the ground. you're more confused then ever. "okay, now that you've thrown your little temper tantrum, we can move on, baby."
you're scoffing, "you're fucking unbelievable." you're storming out of the closet and he's following behind in disbelief.
"you acted out for attention, like a fucking child and I indulged you. why are you mad, now?"
"I don't know the hell you want from me, billy! 'youre just another groupie, realize your place. I could have anyone, you're not special.' and if I do that you get upset because I'm not only paying attention to you! and then it's all, 'you're my girl, just mine. I care about you, need you around. my girl. my girl. my fucking girl.' you make no fucking sense and I'm sick of it!" you don't care that the whole band is watching when you grab your purse in the studio.
and billy knows you're right, that he is constantly throwing you for a loop. he has no idea what to say do he just grabs your arms, puts your forehead to his and takes deep breaths until you reluctantly do the same. "why don't you just come sit by me and help me fix the sound up, baby?" and then you just start crying because of how overwhelming this all is and he nods, takes you on the other side of the glass to sit you down as he has the band run some instrumental things. his hand tracing patterns up your thigh as he works.
and this is all just yeah part of the buildup of her having enough lmao
#wanda 💋#billy dunne#billy dunne x reader#billy dunne x reader angst#eddie roundtree#djats x reader#🦋 anon
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THERE WAS LITERALLY NOTHING STOPPING ME FROM WRITING FAN FIC ABOUT MY OWN SHIT!!
FUCKING NOTHING!!!!
(Maybe because I created this world it's canon now? But that is 1001% not my concern nor my problem)
Nova was alive. The pulse that ripped between her temples and settled angrily behind her eyes informed her as much.
She groaned, reaching in vain for memories from the night before. There were flashes: a bar, a party, another bar, a man, possibly a third bar and then…nothing. The rest of the night was ash and dust. She reached out for the glass SAWA should have left on her night stand and knocked something over sending shards of pain dancing in the space between her eyes.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” She ground her face into the pillow. It smelled of something sweet, herbs the people on this planet used to keep pests away.
“Fuck.”
Please be a hotel.
She couldn’t take another morning of awkwardly running into the members of a family of someone she could only vaguely remember.
Nova gathered what pieces of herself she could manage. Her mouth was dry, her head was attempting a revolt from her neck, and spending the morning retching in whatever passed for a toilet here seemed a half-decent idea. It only got worse as she sat up.
The room was sparse, just a bed really. Her clothes were strewn across the floor, mixed with an outfit Nova didn’t recognize, all sequins and scarves. A screen sat nestled into the far wall and flickered silently through a morning report, a perky looking reporter sang the GU’s praises in the subtitles that scrolled across the bottom.
A hotel room.
Thank God.
Nova’s attention landed wearily on the woman sleeping beside her. What had happened to the guy she’d been with? Had she ditched him? Wandered off and found better company? She tried to remember but all she could recall was him pinning her to a wall, the heat of his body pressed against hers and the fleeting thought, hazed by brandy and something bitter she’d been offered to smoke, that he wasn’t enough to silence the thoughts in her head.
Maybe the woman had succeeded where he’d failed. Nova wasn’t sure. She couldn’t remember this woman at all.
That was supposed to worry her. Lulu would be concerned.
Nova shut the thought away with a viciousness that made her stomach pitch.
As it turned out, there was a proper restroom, though a prerequisite for puking was actually having eaten something in the first place, so it was really more about form than efficacy. Nova sent prayers to a porcelain alter, a thought that teased a near hysterical laugh from her throat.
God, she was tired.
She picked up her clothes, showered, and left her companion to sleep off whatever had happened the night before.
“Hey.” Nova leaned heavily against the front desk she only half-remembered approaching, rubbing her fingers against her temples as she reached for words.
“Yes?” The person behind the counter, some alien with six eyes that blinked asynchronously in a way that made the impossible task of focusing on where to look, harder still.
“I—, uh, shit, I don’t even know the fucking room.” She turned around like that might somehow make it clearer, but she distinctly remembered taking a lift. She was fucking this up. Breathe. New tactic. “I’m Nova. Did a Nova sign in a room yesterday?”
The receptionist typed something, every key stroke hit like an axe between Nova’s brows.
“Last name?” Thunder.
“Don’t have one,” except the art of opening her mouth properly had escaped her and everything had come out in a continuous nearly indecipherable donaveone. Which after receiving several blinks Nova repeated to marginal success.
“Mmm, there was a Nova NoStar.”
She cringed. “NoStar?”
The clerk nodded, well, sort of nodded. Bobbed. They had no neck or equivalent thereof.
“Goddammit,” her hands returned to her temples, her elbows to the counter, the effort of keeping herself upright just a bit too much when she had to deal with this shit. “Yeah, NoStar. I’d like to pay, yesterday and today.”
She’d have to burn this planet off the list. How fucking stupid did she have to be to give her real name? Sure, there were probably millions of Nova NoStars out there but Jeanne would find a way. Fuck.
Nova paid, the blaring of the screen as her transaction went through made her want to dash her head against the wall.
“Is there anything else you need?”
Nova blinked, waiting for the words to settle in her head and mean something. “Need? Oh, uh, yeah, fuck, is there someplace to get breakfast around here?” She glanced at the sun that filtered in through the small window by the receptionist’s desk. “Or lunch?”
The directions she’d received sent Nova to a small food stand that smelled of grease and the promise of revival. She couldn’t read the menu and simply pointed and was handed something that might have been bread and some sort of meat, along with a bottle of water. The man who ran the stand was some flavor of human, though Nova could hardly be bothered to parse his existence. Modified, maybe?
She tried not to look too hard at what he’d given her. It undulated a bit if she stared at it too long, like it wasn’t quite dead despite the steam wafting from it. The first bite reminded her that she hadn’t really eaten the day before and the thing was gone before she knew it. She licked the oil from her fingers and set on the water.
Thank god for small miracles. She felt halfway human.
The traffic of the world sang through the air above her, in large ships belching black into the skies and buffeted her from all sides in lower forms of travel, things with wheels and rails and low flying capabilities. Galactic Union banners waved high overhead. Somewhere a commercial played calling for people to sign up for positions at their embassies.
The Galactic Union: Be part of something bigger.
Nova didn’t recognize this part of the city. It was cramped and crowded, two things Nova actually liked while she was working, but now that she was simply eating and drinking her way through her savings, was simply another obstacle that teased the remainder of her headache from the corners of her mind.
That and with food and water sustaining her, what little of her mind that was able to rouse for non-essential activities busied itself chiding her for her stupidity or cycling through all the things she could have done to save Lulu.
If only she’d been faster.
If only she’d noticed sooner.
If only she wasn’t such a fucking idiot.
If only she hadn’t listened.
Nova, stay put. The words rang clear as a bell between her ears. And then she was there again, frozen. Watching.
Lulu smiled. The skin at the corner of her eyes crinkled in concern, for Nova or herself, Nova didn’t know.
Then Lulu was gone.
The air around Nova was too thin, her pulse was a thready hum. She walked faster as if that might somehow put some distance between herself and the memory. A horn blared and the world rocketed into focus as a vehicle stopped just short of ramming her full speed and settled instead for banging into her leg just enough that her palms slammed into the hood to keep her steady.
Nova stared, wide eyed at the driver, her breaths coming in pants.
Wasn’t this what she’d wanted?
Why hadn’t they been driving faster?
Why did they stop?
The curses that filtered in through her translator were colorful and fantastical. Her bottom lip quivered as tears pricked the back of her eyes.
Lulu wouldn’t want this for me.
Her hands flew away from the hood as if she’d been burned. “Sorry,” was all she offered as she hurried away, her leg protesting at her speed after enduring that abuse. The driver’s curses followed her until she turned a corner and pressed her back against the wall of some towering building. The stone dug into her back, rough and painful, and real.
Her hands shook with leftover adrenaline.
“Fuck.”
She was going to cry. She couldn’t keep doing this.
“Lulu wanted you to live, you fucking idiot,” she whispered. “How could you forget how to do the one goddamn thing she wanted you to do?”
#this is something I wrote while procrastinating on something else purely in an effort not to do the thing. don't @ me#tw: drinking#tw: grief#tw sui ideation
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Can you write a Steven Adler one where he meets a female reader at a night club. Then it’s time to go home Steve offers her a ride
hii! yes i can. i didn't know if this should be smut or fluff or a mix so i did a mix! thank you for requesting this, i couldn't wait to have someone request something for steven! i love him sososo much 😭💕
Sweet Amber
Warnings: Smut, filth you know? Most of its fluff though! (Minors you can interact just skip the smut part but! usually i'd say dni, but you can skip the smut part this time!)
Summary/Plot: Requested by an lovely anon. <3
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the colorful, flashing lights of the night club shined across you and others. drinks spilled, lost thing's scattered the club. the disco ball danced within. you and others danced around, catching up with others and talking to people you didn't know. the place was crowded. you didn't even know regardless where you were going. the crowd swerved and pushed you around, your drink spilling onto the floor. people jumped and tossed.
people didn't care. they bumped into each other, not even caring if their drink was spilled, or they lost their wedding ring, or expensive bracelet. it was a night club, people were reckless or just lost. you somewhat felt anxious, and a swarm of overwhelmed feelings coursed over you. but the music that played thru the night club soothed ur anxiousness. it distracted you. usually a band playing a gig would be there but they weren't this time. it was just music and nobody was playing. the dj was playing requested, and top hits.
soon, you bumped into somebody, face first. he had long, blond— somewhat a mix of wavy and curly hair. he had a keen smile across his lips. he was wearing a leather jacket, dark jeans with rips, and a band tee shirt you were fond of. his drink spilled onto you. "jesus— i'm so sorry!" the man said fondly quickly. "nono, its all okay! don't worry- um, sorry for bumping into you!" you said, an smile peered and smeared across ur face apologetically. "its fine! whats your name?" he asked, dancing with the music casually. shouting to you since the music was loud. "y/n! you?" you called back. "steven! steven adler." he explained. "nice to meet you, steven adler." you would say. "you too, y/n." he softly said.
"so, i noticed your band tee! you like Pink Floyd?" you asked curiously. "yeah! do you?" he questioned back to you. "of course! if i didn't i wouldn't be pointing out ur shirt, dumbass." you joked, you had a sarcastic tone. "yeah, whatever." he laughed. "your dress is awfully pretty. well- even though its ruined." he smiled awkwardly. "thanks! i think your outfit is pretty sick." you told him, "thanks, y/n." - "hey, um- it's getting kind of late. i was thinking of leaving. maybe i'll see you again?" you explained. "hey! i'll offer you an ride home?" he offered. "that'd be lovely! thank you." you accepted. "okay, lets go!" he said, taking your hand. you felt a sudden wave of nervousness. you took his hand.
he led you to his car. he opened the door for you. you gladly hopped in, buckling your seatbelt. steven got in after closing your door for you. he started the car. "whats your address?" he asked. "its, **************" you explained. "alrighty!" steven gladly said happily. he started driving. "so why did you even go to the night club?" he questioned you. "ah, well. i thought a band was gonna be playing but there wasn't, but i still stayed for a bit." you told him. "ah, okay. thats cool. sometimes bands don't play there anymore from what i've witnessed." steven told you. "why did you come?" you asked. "well, i came because i was supposed to meet up with someone, but they never came." he said. "oh, thats kinda— sad. sorry about that." you apologized to steven. you had something about steven. he was.. sweet. he was kind of— hilarious. he had some luscious locks. he was kind. there was something about him.
"its alright. well, were here!" he sweetly said. "wait— before I leave," you murmured. you leaned in. Steven's eyes widened. you kissed him passionately on the lips. his lips tasted like candy. you fell deeply in the kiss, both of you and steven's eyes closed. you moaned softly into the kiss. steven pulled away from you, sharing saliva with you. he moved into the backseat with you, laying you down onto the cars seats. he kissed ur neck, sucking spots onto your neck. you moaned breathily. "so sweet," steven muttered. he licked the sides of your neck. pushing ur dress strap down and your bra strap at the same time. he pushed everything off. your breasts exposed to him. he placed purple hickeys on your breasts. he sucked one nipple, rubbing the other with his finger. he switched, now licking down ur stomach to your panties.
he rubbed circles around your clothed heat. he would tear your panties off. whimpers escaped ur mouth. "please— please steven, i want you so bad.." you whispered. steven nodded, taking his pants-off. his boxers went with him. he positioned himself at your entrance, before pushing into you. "fuck, so tight." he said to you. he moved in and out of you, gripping ur thighs as he did so. you moaned loudly, moving ur hands to his back. you scratched his back in pleasure, rolling ur eyes back while ur head threw backwards.
you came, pleasure rushing over you. steven pulled out of you, cum leaked onto your tits. he breathed heavily. "i'll catch you sometime?" steven laughed, helping you get ur clothes on and everything. "of course." you muttered. "alright. see ya!" he said to you, waving as you got out of the car. you got home, getting changed and passing out onto your bed.
#request#steven adler#fluff fic#smut fic#guns n roses smut#guns n roses#gnr smut#gnr fic#slash gnr#axl gnr#izzy gnr#duff gnr
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1, 2, 11, 13, 18 for the diap ask game! maybe pixl n fwhip for both games, and anyone else you wanna do? I wanna hear all the things so do whoever !! :D
I saw this one second so the first one is on Joel but!! Here is both Pix and Fwhip for this one!!
Why do they wear diapers? (comfort? necessity?)
Pixl: Comfort, for the most part. He's really embarrassed about being small for as old as he is, but he really does like diapers. He doesn't super need them, he's pretty good about voicing this particular need after an.. embarrassing incident, so it's really just for comfort. When he's really small it becomes more of a necessity, but he'll wear them even when not regressed because he enjoys them.
Fwhip: A mix of both? Fwhip is very much all over the place when it comes to being regressed, he doesn't really know how it feels when he is vs isnt small, so it's pretty up in the air how well his body is communicating with his head at any given time. He wears them to bed no matter what (they help with bad dreams!) out of necessity (with comfort as a bonus), and occassionally during the day to help him feel a bit more settled in being small.
2.When did they start wearing diapers?
Pixl: When the other emperors started being more open with their regression he considered it, but he only started actually wearing them once his own regression stopped being his best kept secret. It felt far easier to both get and wear diapers once he stopped feeling so anxious about people knowing he regresses.
Fwhip: Once Sausage started making cool designs he got right on board. He likes ones that match his aesthetic, and refuses to wear any that he doesn't find as cool as he finds himself. That was only to bed though. He started wearing them during the day when Gem got him some really cool ones, and recommended they try to have a sort of regression day because he had been stressed. It was then he discovered that they (on occasion) helped him feel more regressed than not.
11.Do they like the smell of baby powder?
Pixl: Sort of? He doesn't like the fact that it can be a giveaway to the fact that he's wearing a diaper, since he's still a bit self-conscious about it on occasion, but he does like the smell on its own. He would get ones that have other scents than the classic scent just to match whatever outfit he had going on that day. Experimenting with purple fabrics? Lavender scented baby powder!
Fwhip: Yes and no? Like before, he's a very mixed bag with regression stuff. One day it's a positive trigger and he's quickly dropping into baby space, the next it's a bit too fragrant and embarrassing that he smells like it.
13.Have they ever had a daytime accident?
Pixl: Yes! I said this before, but there was an embarrassing incident. One time, Pix was sort of floating between regression and not regressing during an alliance meeting, and he really need to use the toilet, but he was with Fwhip and Fwhip did not know about his regression yet. Almost no one did. And he didn't want to interrupt the meeting because that would be rude, and their relationship was strained enough, so he just waited.
Except, the meeting went on and on and on, and Pix was starting to get desperate, but Fwhip was still talking, and he couldn't interrupt him, so he kept quiet. By the time Fwhip was done, and it was Pix's turn to talk, he couldn't even say anything.
Fwhip got really worried, even more so when Pix just suddenly started crying silently. He approached him, and quickly understood what had happened. Fwhip helped Pix out, helped him get cleaned up and into new clothes, and they continued the meeting after wards like nothing had happend.
Fwhip: Yup! Like... somewhat often? He's really bad at realizing when he needs to use the bathroom. He stopped getting upset about it after the first couple of times, and always has a spare outfit on him. He's more embarrassed about it when regressed than big, he just sort of stopped caring about it once it had happened at least once in front of every emperor.
18.Do they have a diaper bag? What does it look like?
Pixl: Yes! It's very discreet, a little messanger/book bag style? Brown leather since it matches most of his outfits! It has lots of pockets on the inside for organisation.
Fwhip: Not personally, but both Gem and Sausage have one, so he just sort of uses theirs? He's almost always regressed around them, so he never bothered with having one of his own, they both know what he likes and keep it on hand.
Hope you enjoyed <3
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Thess vs All The Bristlebacks
Welp, that was another few hours full of ranged kerboom. But! Progress!
The Horizon series has really embraced the "messing with the set dressing" deal, hasn't it. Still, I guess it means that I'll end up getting the hang of that grapple-to-high-ground thing sooner rather than later, so that's something.
...Wait, why is it giving off sparkly holographic clovers? I'm sure that makes sense to somebody.
Ooh, vista point. Now, what do I climb for...? Wait. This ... doesn't require me climbing anything? A vista point? When I have to scramble all over the remains of a little bed-and-breakfast like a demented hamster in an equally demented Habitrail for collectibles? I feel robbed.
...Okay, and now you want me to find the exact spot in the vicinity where this holo was taken. THAT IS NOT WHAT 'VISTA' MEANS.
Yes, I know I have left the vista area. However, there are Bristlebacks goring a bunch of Oseram quarry-workers up there and dealing with that feels less annoying than some weird Magic Eye puzzle whatever. It says something when killing something that is three times your size and spits acid is more appealing than "pretty picture and codex entry".
So the Bristlebacks came from up. Well, we've been looking for cauldrons, so maybe there's one up there? Let's go have a look-- Wait. No. Sorry. Before that? There is a question mark and I MUST EXAMINE-- Ah. Stash access. Still win; I have arrows up there.
Bristlebacks just ... charged off the cliff, huh? HEPHAESTUS didn't exactly throw a lot of intelligence into the mix during the Derangement, did it? I mean, they're basically giant warthogs, not lemmings!
(Machine lemmings. That's ... just ... a concept. I guess they could attack like drop bears? Anyway.)
Took a wrong turn hunting question marks across the map. I'm sure these guys will want to talk to me eventually. I mean, I hope. Kind of don't like people being scared of me.
.........So I've now taken a quick turn-around of the mine (not a cauldron, not yet. Boo) and I would like to take back the previous bullet point. I mean, I don't like nice people being scared of me. Ulvund, though? ULVUND I WILL HAVE YOUR SPIIIIIIIIINE.
Okay I got the vista point. That's not going to nag me anymore.
Hey, Carja-dude; the Bristlebacks are actually Ulvund's fault because he just kept mining in dangerous conditions and-- Oh. You want me to get incontrovertible proof. Right. Okay. Fine. Not like I don't have a world to save or anything!
While I kind of wanted to punch Ulvund in the face, I think hitting him in the whatever equivalent the Oseram have for a wallet probably hurt him more. I mean, I doubt Aloy has considered the various bits of pain you could inflict on someone's tenderest bits with the various chemicals she carries around on the regular, so...
...Wait. Ulvund's why I couldn't sell my vendor trash? Or get new gear? .........Can I dip him in Blaze and set him on fire?
SHARPSHOT BOOOOOOOOOOOW! AND SNEAKY 'ARMOUR'!
FULLY UPGRADED SHARPSHOT BOW! Oh gods I have missed my sniper-bow so much you have NO IDEA. I want a "Press E To Hug Your Shiny New Bow" prompt, please.
...Oh. I don't have enough stuff to fully upgrade my sneaky armour. Welp. Time to go hunting!
I CAN SHOOT BURROWERS THROUGH THE FACE AT 100 YARDS AGAIN! WOO!
(two cleared Burrower sites later) ...Wait. I could have just sold the vendor trash. I have been desperate to sell the vendor trash and then I needed metal shards and just... I'm just going to say I needed to test my new bow and got a little overexcited.
Yes, I know I have to talk to annoying called-me-a-slave-girl guy, but I am not a collection of pixels; I am a disabled human who needs decent screen breaks. I'll talk to him in a bit, after I take a decent screen break, ponder dinner, and ... okay, first thing I'm going to do when I log in is upgrade my hunter outfit, but Annoying Asshole Carja Guy can keep. In-game, I'm just going to say she's sharing out the spoils of some of her hunting with Milduf and exchanging tips on how best to use bitterleaf to bring out the best in a spit-roasted raccoon.
(I am not judging here; there is apparently good eating on a raccoon.)
(I would just feel really bad for eating one for real because I love them.)
(I HAVE GREAT RESPECT AND AFFECTION FOR FURRY TRASH GOBLINS, OKAY? SHUSH.)
I may be slow at this, but I still have my own ways of finding my own fun.
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Sorta selective independent roleplay blog for Senketsu from Kill la Kill. Headcanoned post-canon and canon anime timelines.
Written by Alex who doesn't know when to stop. Follows and interacts from @vagabondfromkanto
Muse, mun, verses and rules are all under the cut:
THE MUSE
Name: Senketsu (Senketsu Matoi for whenever someone demands a surname in a human form)
Age: Technically, as a science experiment, less than a decade. Mentally a young adult.
Gender: Again, technically an alien life form and sometimes a walking skirt, but leans male for convenience. He/him.
Orientation: Ryukosexual Something that includes women, he didn't exactly have time to figure that one out.
Canon storyline (Kill la Kill): A kamui (godrobe) created by Isshin Matoi with the explicit purpose of being worn by Isshin's daughter Ryuko Matoi. Which Senketsu very much did, doing his best to aid her in battles and protect her to the best of his (considerable) abilities. Became her friend (and something more) in the process, evolved, learned to have emotions, free will and decide his own appearance. Fell apart because of power overload in the finale and spent his last remaining strength to get Ryuko back into the atmosphere, in which his physical body burned to ashes. Some part of his consciousness, however, is implied to maybe still be up there.
Abilities per canon: Life-Fiber synchronization, morphing parts of his synchronized form as he evolves (blades, flying).
Non-canon storyline for this blog only: Suspend your disbelief entirely and just believe me when I say that having nothing better to do and missing his time on Earth (and his partner in particular) terribly, he spent a few years (Earth time) collecting stray life fibers drifting in space after their defeat. Upon gathering just enough to fashion himself a new body which will survive the impact, he returned on Earth, having no idea how much time has passed, but determined to either find Ryuko or at least learn what's become of her. It doesn't help that he has never in his life been outside of the few areas they've visited, let alone on his own... or that he doesn't fully know what passing as a human is like.
Here's a literary, fanfic-y description of all that.
Abilities per this storyline: Can morph his body in whatever he wishes. Usually he 'wishes' to either pass as a human to avoid problems and navigate the world better, or to make up outfits for his wearer. That said, if the situation calls,then blades, flying, big teeth and other fun stuff aren't off the table. And this time he can do it on his own.
Icon art is all mine.
How life-fiber synchronization works in this form: Well, either he just transforms into a big dragon-like energy form and carefully chomps the person (see: canonical transformation sequence), or, for special cases, this.
Still needs blood instead of food?: Yes. Though he can attempt to consume human food, it won't bring him much energy or the full taste spectrum like blood does.
VERSES:
Verse: "I will find you"
Generally reserved for all the interactions where he has not yet found his way home or Ryuko.
Verse: "Home"
With @/vindicta-reliquiae and her boys over at @/zantedeschia-praesul. After traveling for a while Senketsu finally made it back to Kanto and got reunited with Ryuko. Now they definitely have a lot to catch up on, issues to work through and things to figure out, but the most important part is that both of them are finally home.
Verse: "Sync and learn what we can do"
Canonical anime timeline interactions.
Verse: "Mix and match"
For interacting with people within vagabondofkanto's verse even though technically this Senketsu does not exist in her verse. Mostly reserved for Karma, who we already headcanoned being friendly with Sen at Honno.
More verses TBA.
THE MUN:
Alex/Tarr, any/all
Very late twenties, therefore of age, been playing for 15+ years
GMT +3, English isn't my first language but I do work with it professionally.
RULES:
I follow from @vagabondfromkanto, but we DON'T have to be mutuals to interact. If I don't get to you it might be for any other reason.
18+ only regardless of the subject or character.
Crossovers, OCs, multiverses, all good.
Multiship: potentially, Ryuko players take highest priority.
NSFW topics will likely get discussed. As for full roleplays - if they do happen, will be tagged and put under read more. Mun's relationship with writing sex is that one Spiderverse gif. "Can't do it on command". (But can do it. We'll see. Altho keep in mind that Senketsu lived among humans for less than a year and there likely wasn't any sex ed in Honnouji. There's a journey to be had for sure >:3 )
No godmodding or powerplaying. Canon does not limit me much in terms of what Senketsu could be capable of if you piss him AND his mun off. So let's both be reasonable.
There is a possibility I'll suddenly start writing replies longer than what we started with. I get carried away. If that annoys you or god forbid makes you feel bad, please do tell.
Magic anons, cracks, crossovers, yes. Angst, violence, canon-typical bloodshed, darker plots, also yes. Fluff and hurt/comfort absolutely yes as well.
I may answer rapid fire, I may disappear for days, I do not control the life or the work or even this brain of mine. Sadly.
If at any point I seem intimidating or like I know what I'm doing rest assured I do everything that I do through anxious screeching (but I DO it).
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March TC Challenge
Doing another one of these because I reallyyyy want to talk about him <3
Here's the original post
If you could change one thing about your tc, physical or personality wise, what would it be?
The fact that he's married-
No, I'm kidding. Uhhhhh I'm really not sure
2. Are they "your type", or was falling for a person like them completely unexpected?
He's definitely my type, both physically and personality wise. He has dark hair and eyes, which is something I'm attracted to in most men for whatever reason, and he's incredibly smart, goofy, and kind, which I like as well.
3. If they were an ice cream flavor, what would they be?
Not me sitting here trying to remember what kind he likes-
For whatever reason, mint chocolate chip is giving me the same vibes he does (and no, it's not my favorite flavor)
4. Imagine you have a whole weekend to spend with your tc. What would you guys do?
*insert "oh my goodness I love this question!!!!" here*
If it was platonic, I'd do whatever he'd want to do. (I'm assuming his wife and children are out of town or something in this scenario) We could literally sit at his house and listen to music without speaking and I'd be perfectly content. He'd probably end up telling me stories or teaching me something, and I'd eat it up with a fork and knife. He could take me sailing, make me watch all the Star Wars movies, or lay on the couch and take a nap, and I'd be happy.
If it was romantic, hooooooo boy. I'd want to go on a romantic get away, maybe rent a cabin in the mountains or a house by the beach. Somewhere far enough away that neither one of us would run into anyone we know (so we could act like a couple). I'm personally not the biggest beach lover, but for him, I'd sit on the sand all day (he LOVES the beach). We could go out to dinner, go to cute shops if we're in a small town, and drive around just enjoying each other's company. Is it obvious that my love language is quality time? I'd want to dance with him and stay up late doing stupid shit and run around on the beach at night like we're in a movie.
5. What's their biggest talent?
I'm not 100% sure, he's talented at a lot of things. But right now, I think it's being a father.
6. Be honest: would you guys be a power couple or not?
Okay I'm a little bit biased here, but I really think so. We have so much in common, sometimes I feel like I'm looking at the older male version of myself. I'd love to be his girlfriend and have him teach me everything he knows about the world.
7. If they knew about your feelings, would they confront you about it or ignore it?
I don't know. I feel like he might already know, and if he does, he hasn't said anything about it. He says some things that maybe hint at it, but never anything outright.
8. Are they a good singer?
I've only ever heard him sing nursery rhymes, but I'd say his voice is fine. I'm definitely not someone who should be critiquing another person's singing voice lol
9. If you could choose an outfit that your tc had to wear every single day, what would it look like?
Black dress pants, a white button up shirt (with the sleeves rolled up, iykyk), a black blazer, a heavy wrist watch, and black wingtips.
10. Are they more academic, artistic, or athletic? What about you?
He's a nice mix of all three. As previously mentioned, he's incredibly intelligent, but he's also really creative and good at artistic things. He played golf and another sport I can't remember, and the way he talks about it, it sounds like he was pretty good.
I'm 90% academic and 10% athletic. I grew up playing sports, but always hated them. I was told I was athletic but never really cared lol.
11. Do they inspire you as a person?
Yes. I hope that if/when I become a mom, I'm even just half as good at parenting as he is.
12. Are they an early riser or a night owl?
He's a night owl forced to be an early riser
13. Have you ever made each other angry or upset? If so, how did you reconcile?
Not that I know of
14. Do you ever find yourself imitating them, either consciously or subconsciously?
No
15. What do you think their love language is? What's yours?
I think his is probably either acts of service or quality time. My main one is quality time but it's physical touch only when I'm *super* comfortable with someone.
16. Have they taught you anything that isn't school related? Valuable life lessons, insights on how you feel about yourself, etc?
Mmm some of the "life lessons" he's subconsciously taught me are probably questionable things to teach a teenager (cheating on his homework while he was in school, things to do with law enforcement, etc) but he's also taught me some good ones. He told me the other day that I do too much work and stress myself out. I kinda already knew that, but it was nice to hear. Without ever uttering these words, he's shown/told me that life gets better. He and I have a lot of the same mental health issues, and to see him with a full time job, being a parent, and still having fun in life makes me feel a little better about my future.
17. What would they have to do to make you lose feelings for them?
Ooohh this is a tough one. I think when it comes to most people, I try to justify their actions with "compassion" or "logic". Like if someone screamed at me, I might just think that I either did something super wrong, they were having an off day, they took their feelings out on me, etc. So for the majority of things I could think of that he would do, I'd approach it what that thought process. But if I heard him saying something bad about women, or saying something discriminatory, that would do it for me. He never would, but if he did, my feelings would probably be gone instantly.
18. Are they introverted or extroverted? What about you?
We're both introverts :)
19. Who's more likely to start rambling about their interests while the other listens?
Him, 100%. It's happened a lot 😅
20. Do you feel guilty about having feelings for your tc?
So guilty. Nothing's happened, but I still feel like a home wrecker
21. Are you insecure about them liking another student more than you?
Yeah, tbh. I love the way he talks to me, and it would break my heart if I saw him doing the same to someone else.
22. What kind of hairstyle would you like to see them in?
A grown out version of what he has now. He always gets it cut so short, I think he'd look great if it grew to be around his ears (his hair is curly and I KNOW it would be so cute and fluffy if it got long)
23. Do you think they trust you?
He's explicitly told me several times that he does ♡ The first time, it was a heartfelt speech and I almost cried fklshdfkjhsdf
24. What's the most comedic moment that's occurred between you two?
I'm not sure there's been just one. We laugh a lot and he always makes jokes with me.
25. Have you ever drawn them or written about them to vent your feelings?
Written about them, yes. I mean, hello. But I can't draw for shit so
26. How do you feel when you're around them? Are you so nervous that you can't concentrate, or do you just feel happy that you get to spend time with them?
It's a little bit of both. Sometimes I forget to listen to what he's saying because I'm too busy admiring him. Other times I'm so self conscious of how I look in the moment to listen. But most of the time, I'm just so happy he's around and that I get to spend a little bit of my day with him ☺️
27. Do you guys have any inside jokes?
The fact that I told him he was a ladies' man once and maybe something one of us said casually but I can't think of them right now
28. Do their morals, principles, or political views align with yours?
Political views, yes. He surprises me with how "woke" he is sometimes. Mostly yes for morals and principles. He's told me some things he's done that I personally wouldn't do, but they're really small, so
29. Have you ever tried to get over them?
Once a week I decide I'm going to get over him and it only lasts for a few hours
30. If someone nice your age showed up in your life and you caught feelings for them, would you move on from your tc?
That's kind of a hard question. I want to say yes, but I've never been in a relationship and don't think I'm really ready for one. Crushing on S is safe. I do genuinely like him, and if he wasn't married and made a move on me, there's a chance I'd act on it. But if a guy my age came along and we both had feelings for each other, I think I'd probably panic. I like having a crush, and I like the idea of people, but the reality just makes me too nervous.
31. Have you ever said or done something that, in hindsight, might have been hurtful to them? Have they ever done the same to you?
I mentioned it on the inside joke question, but I called him a ladies' man once. At the time, he laughed it off and I thought it was no big deal. A few weeks later, he started a story with "Don't slut shame me but-" and I was super confused. I asked him why in the world he'd think I'd do that, and he said "Oh, you know, that thing you said". He played it off as a joke, but I think it might have actually hurt his feelings. I feel so bad about it.
As for me, he's done quite a few things that have been hurtful. When we first met, he made my life more difficult. Not on purpose, but he saw the consequences of his actions and kept doing what he was doing. He's said some things that have made me feel stupid, and like he thinks of me as a kid, which hurts. I know that none of these things have been intentional, but it still affected me a little bit.
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Ok but can we get some reactions of people other than Stede finding out about Whina and Dave? 😀🖤
(you say 'other people' I hear 'Pete'...and Lucius. )
The phone call came as Pete was contemplating outfits for the evening. He was doing a solo juggling number so that Ethel could oversee the pyrotechnics for Roach’s new number. A stipulation set by Stede that everyone had smile and nodded about, then laughed over later. Ethel as safety would never not be funny.
So Pete was pouring over options and was warming to the idea of maybe being a little revealing for once and busting out a miniskirt when his dad called. Mood killer.
“Hey, Dad,” he answered. Lucius perked up from the couch, waving enthusiastically.
“Hi, son,” his father’s voice rumbled over the line. He tended to speak a little louder on the cell as if he wasn’t entirely confident it would carry his voice.
“Lucius says hi too,” Pete laughed as Lucius continued to wave until acknowledged.
“Oh good, you’re both there. Can you put me on speaker?”
“Sure,” Pete went over to the couch and sat down beside Lucius, adjusting the output, “Okay, you got us both.”
“Great,” his father coughed a little. “Now look, I want to tell you something and I’d like you to just sit with it for a second. All right?”
“Okay,” Pete glanced at Lucius, who looked back at him bewildered. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, yes, it’s good news. I think, anyway.”
“We’re listening,” Lucius said quickly. “What’s up?”
“So you know how I didn’t find much house-wise when I was there last week?”
“It’s early days,” Pete assured him. “Maybe if we widen the search-”
“No, no, it’s just I did find something. Or figured something out.”
“That’s great!” Lucius pat Pete on the leg reassuring, “See? I told you it’d work out.”
“Can you send us a link?” Pete released a breath. A house. Dad would be in easy driving distance. Hell, maybe this would be the thing that would make Pete buy a car at last.
“That’s just it,” Dave said slowly. “I’m not buying anything. I’m..well, I’m moving in with Whina.”
“Oh my god!” Lucius’ face screwed up into excitement. “Oh wait wait, is this a roommate situation or....”
“We’ve been seeing each other,” Dave admired. “Don’t get mad about me not telling you, we just both wanted to work it out between us first. We know all of you are big ball of twine and didn’t want to get anyone in a knot over it.”
“Dad!” Pete blurted at last, a torrent of mixed emotion coming out. “You could’ve...no one would’ve gotten upset or anything.”
“Everyone’s entitled to a little privacy,” Dave tutted. “And in any case, I’m telling you now.”
“Oh.oh..does Eddy know?” Lucius asked.
“Whina told them last night, warned me this morning. I would’ve called earlier, but I wanted to make sure you were both awake.”
“Congratulations,” Lucius said warmly. “This is so...sweet! I love it. Moving in together is a big step, you must be serious about each other.”
“Not a lot of time to dick around, our time of life.”
“I mean-” Lucius’ next words were muffled, Pete’s hand suddenly over his mouth.
“No thanks, babe,” he said gently. “Thanks for telling me, Dad. And...wow. Uh, does that mean you’re moving sooner?”
“Nah, still got to get this place settled, you don’t have to change tickets or anything. Come out on the fifth to help me box up and all. I was thinking...I don’t want to impose.”
“You know we’ll help anyway we can,” Lucius said, tugging Pete’s hand out of the way, but not before pressing a kiss to his palm.
“Yeah,” Pete followed Lucius’ tone, trying to sound upbeat. “Whatever you need.”
“In this case, more what Whina might need. I think she might’ve gotten in her head that she needs to make some room and it sounds like she’s doing an almighty amount of tidying. Maybe someone could check in that she doesn’t accidentally box up something she has a need for?”
“I’ll get Iz on it,” Lucius assured him. “I’ll even go down with him. He likes having an excuse to visit her, especially if he can be useful.”
Pete realized as Lucius went on planning, that he was being gently spared. Given an out to say ‘yeah we’ll make sure it happens’ without actually having to look it all in the eye. It was kind and would’ve been easy to accept.
“Isn’t Alma in town this weekend?” Pete glanced at Lucius. “Stede always worries over her driving. Menace behind the wheel and I know she’ll want to visit. I could take her down in John’s car. Make a day of it.”
“I know Whina would love to see Alma,” Dad’s relief was palpable and whatever misgivings Pete had about the whole thing dissolved. “Thank you.”
And that’s what happened after a little wrangling. Pete picked Alma up at the Revenge. She had dressed for a day of cleaning, jeans, faded t-shirt, and her hair in a practical braid, but her makeup was still ruthlessly on point.
“Thanks for the lift!” She slid into the passenger seat. “I heard we’re on a mission.”
“Yeah, apparently your grandmother might try to throw away her fridge to make room for my father if we don’t help out.”
“Aw, grandma,” Alma smiled. “Must be love.”
“That’s the rumor.”
Alma then changed the subject by plugging her phone into the aux and attempting to convince Pete to listen to literally anything that she deemed ‘important music’. Mostly it sounded like a bunch of cats in heat to him, but he let her have her way with only a small showing of a fight.
When they got to Whina’s house, Pete realized that maybe his father had had some legitimate concerns judging by the amount out on the curb.
“Uh oh,” Alma said, mostly under her breath.
“Yeah...”
Whina came out the front door, her hair a little fly away.
“Grandma!” Alma got out of the car. “Why is half your furniture on the lawn?”
“That’s all things from the basement,” Whina huffed. “What kind of hello is that?”
“Hi,” Alma said contritely and gave her a hug.
Pete trailed behind her, “I didn’t know you had a basement.”
“It’s more of a crawl space, but I stuffed all sorts of things in there when I moved and wound up replacing a lot of it,” Whina explained, still holding Alma’s hand. “Come in, come in, there’s soup for lunch, but it needs a little longer on the stove.”
The house actually did look much the same on the inside. It was always a very tidy place, everything in its place and not much in the way of decorative items aside from a few pictures on the walls. Pete had only been here a handful of times, but he liked it well enough. He even had a favorite amid the photos on the walls. It was Eddy, somewhere in her twenties, sitting at a table with a lacy white table cloth. Izzy was sitting beside her and they were both holding teacups in their leather-clad hands, looking at something out of frame.
“I have to show you this,” Alma was swaying as she swiped through her phone, “one of my friends at college makes her own hats and they are so cool.”
Pete didn’t weigh into the conversation. He found a box by the door that was marked donations.
“Want me to take this to your car?” He offered and when Whina gave him a grateful nod, he swept it away.
He found ways to be useful for a while until Alma, significantly dustier, had to take a phone call from her mother and disappeared upstairs.
Whina and Pete regarded each other over the kitchen table where the remains of lunch had already been cleared away.
“I know it must be odd for you,” Whina said, her hands knotting together then dropping into her lap.
“A little,” he sighed. “But I like you and you make my dad happy. You know he never really dated anyone he was serious about after my mother left. I didn’t think he ever would.”
“I’m sure no one was betting on me doing it either,” Whina nodded. “I suppose the right time can be any time, can’t it?”
“I’d given up on me before I met Lucius,” he rubbed his thumb over his ring.
“He’s a smart one. I’ve seen how you are with him, you’re really good for each other. And not many men would be comfortable with how he is with Izzy. Even if I’d never met your father, I’d be very happy to know you just for that.”
“Oh. I mean Luc does what he wants. It’s not hard to love him just like he is.”
“That’s what I like about your father too,” Whina shook her head. “The two of you think that’s totally normal.”
“It should be,” Pete said firmly. “And I like Izzy.”
“So do I. Not many do.”
“Yeah well. Their loss, I guess.”
They regarded each other across the table, Whina’s hands restless in her lap.
“...I’m not going to call you mom,” Pete told her. “Sorry.”
“Oh please don’t!” Her hands flew up to her mouth, covering a laugh. “Can you just imagine?”
“Okay, wait,” he smiled, pleased that he’d gotten a reaction, .”Maybe just once? In front of Eddy? It could be Lucius’ birthday gift.”
“He would really like that, wouldn’t he?” She went on giggling. “Oh no, my poor girl....but maybe just once.”
Pete figured if they could share a joke, they’d be all right. Even if it was at Eddy’s expense. Lucius really would be thrilled.
#leda house and the kraken verse#ficlet#she said love don't come easy#pete black#dave black#lucius black#whina teach
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If it's okay, can I request Lee Noelle and Ler Vanessa? It can be headcanons, a fic, or drabble, whatever you want. Maybe Vanessa is teasing Noelle while they're shopping for clothes and she finds out she's ticklish? I just think their sisterly relationship is really cute (I've never really sent in a request before so I'm sorry if I did something wrong or left something out)
Eee, my girlies! I love their dynamic so much! I’ve gotcha covered, anon! :D I mixed in a bit of Noelle x Asta because they’re too cute not to include! :D I hope you like it!
Noelle was in quite the predicament.
The Black Bulls were throwing a party to celebrate recent events, and the resident Water mage had nothing to wear.
Digging through the chess in her room, she tossed bundles of silk and glitter over her shoulder in hopes of finding something fitting for the event. Back home, finding the right outfit was easy- her nobility gave her access to a wide variety of dresses and gems, allowing her to stand out just as brightly as the rest of her siblings.
Granted, she wasn’t a fan of those dresses. Heavy and thick, tied with old painful memories of her siblings mocking her, the eyes that cut through the unbreathable fabric as they judged her for her inability to control her magic.
When she came to the hideout, she made sure to only bring lightweight, breathable dresses and outfits. Still finery, but nothing like what she was forced to wear back then.
That is where we find her now- struggling in search of something fitting the evening. It wasn’t anything major- she doubted anyone would care if she showed up in her usual outfit. It wasn’t them she was trying to impress.
It was Asta.
Short, dorky, obnoxious Asta.
The guy her heart wanted more than anything else.
She couldn’t tell you exactly when she fell- maybe it was when they first met. Maybe it was the warm hand he offered her that day after saving her life, not an ounce of judgment in those green eyes as he smiled. Maybe it was how ambitious he was, despite his reckless behavior. Maybe…it was just him.
And now here she was struggling to find a dress- something not too flashy but with just enough of an effect to make him pause and really see her.
And maybe…
Grabbing a stray dress, she buried her face in it to muffle a scream, shaking her head rapidly. No! No! Don’t even let that thought enter your mind- he’s Dorksta! He’s loud! He’s annoying! He…might never see her as anything.
The thought made her depressed. She let out another sigh.
“Whoa. Clothes on the ground, you’re sighing- the water jug by your bed is shaking-” Vanessa’s sudden voice cut through Noelle’s internal monologue, startling her so badly said jug began to tip. Hadn’t it been for Vanessa’s threads, the floor would be soaked- adding to the already existing mess of Noelle’s life. “What’s wrong, honey?”
“I’m-” There was no lying. Not with Vanessa. Looking up at the older girl, Noelle started to stand, going for some composure. “I…I’m trying to decide on what to wear. Everything's…not right.”
Vanessa only hummed, looking around the room. With a flick of her wrist, all the clothes retreated back to the chess, folded neatly as the lid closed. “I see. Well- that makes two of us.” Noelle blinked, and Vanessa smiled. “I spilled wine on my favorite dress, and I don’t have time to get it clean. You’re in need of a new outfit to impress a boy.” She laughed at the blush spreading over Noelle’s cheeks. “Let’s go shopping!”
“Right now?” The water mage could barely get out before Vanessa took her hand, pulling her out of the room and into the ever changing hallways of the hideout.
“Yes, now! The party starts later tonight! We’ve got to hurry before we’re left to our usual getup.” Vanessa winked, something playful in her eyes as they waltzed out the front door, her broom hovering and ready to go. “Ready to fly?”
Noelle didn’t hesitate, heart swelling. “Yes!”
~~~
Dress shopping turned out harder than expected.
“I don’t know…it just…” Noelle turned to look at herself in the mirror, brows furrowing at the dark blue dress flowing around her knees. It fit perfectly, and the color was rich like the ocean at twilight. It made her hair look like moonlight as it fell loose against the back, but still…something about it felt off.
“That’s alright, we can always try a different one.” Vanessa smiled from her spot nearby, her own dress a deep velvety black that made her look like a dark queen. Noelle loved it on her the instant she stepped out, sealing the deal for the older one.
“I suppose…” Vanessa was too kind to say it, but Noelle’s eyes caught the various rejected dresses piling up beside them in their dressing room. This was the sixth, she guessed? No luck at all. “Maybe I’ll just wear something from home. I’m sorry Vanessa, I feel like I’ve wasted your time.”
“What? Nonsense. I’m having a great time!” Vanessa stood up, her smile dropping into a look of concern at the tears filling the younger girl’s eyes. “Oh Noelle, don’t cry. It’s alright- we’ll find you something to wear.”
“I’m sorry.” She wiped at her face, feeling like a child. It was just a dress- she shouldn’t be so hung up on this. “I don’t know what’s wrong- I just…” She shook her head, more tears falling down her cheeks.
“Oh sweetheart.” Vanessa came over, hugging the other close as she ran her fingers through her hair. “I know it’s stressful. Trying to find the one thing that will make you feel good but also impress someone you care about.” She reached down and took Noelle’s face in hand, making her look up. “The important thing is the former. If you feel your best, the rest will follow. If there’s anything a boy like Asta likes, it’s seeing a girl like you shining brightly.”
“But I…I don’t feel my best.” Noelle admitted, pinching at the skirt. “I don’t know why- I just don’t.”
“Maybe it’s not the dress or how you look.” Vanessa thought out loud, tapping her chin. “Both you and it are stunning. Hmm…Got it! You know what a good dress needs? A smile.” The witch grinned. “A bright one that helps accentuate the natural beauty within and makes the whole look that much better. Come on, give it a try!”
“A smile…well, okay.” Noelle tried, pulling her lips up in what she hoped to be a convincing smile. It felt tight and wrong- she immediately let it fall. “It didn’t work.”
“That’s because you need the right motivation.” Vanessa was behind her. Before she could react- ten fingers were dancing along her sides, making her jump and squeal. “Here we go- come on; give me a real smile this time.”
“Ah! Ahehahahhahaha! Vanehehehehehehsahahahha!” The water mage tried to bat her hands away, nearly falling to her knees as Vanessa’s nails scratched along her lower ribs, keeping their focus along her waist. “Dohoohohn’t tihihihickle mehehehehe heheheheheere!”
“Not here? Okay, what about here?” Vanessa kept one hand at her waist while the other shot up to her upper ribs, earning a high pitched shriek. “Oo, is this a bad tickle spot for you, hon? What about here?” Her other hand came around to tickle her belly, making Noelle double over. “Aren’t you a cutie.”
“Plehahahahhase, Vanehahhahhhahahasshahahahahha!” Noelle cried, cheeks red and eyes squeezed shut with mirth. Giving up on trying to remain standing, her knees hit the floor as she curled her arms around her torso, giggles and laughs bouncing off the walls around them. God, this was embarrassing- surely someone was going to hear them.
Yet, she really didn’t mind it. Nor did she mind being tickled- it felt rather nice.
“Aww, whatcha doing down there, cutie pie?” Vanessa teased, kneeling beside her with devilish eyes. “Oh, I see what you want now.” Without much warning, Vanessa gently pushed her, grabbing a now exposed leg. “If I recall, you’re rather ticklish along…here.”
“No, VanessAHAHHHHHA!” Noelle shrieked with mirth as the pink haired witch squeezed her calf, her other hand coming up to scribble beneath her knee. “WAHAHHAHAIT NOT THEHEHHEHERE!”
“You know- I’ve always wondered why you wore those leg warmers.” Vanessa spoke with a smile, her touch just light enough to drive the younger girl crazy. “Very cute with your outfit, and effective in hiding your worst tickle spots? Clever girl.” She gave the front of Noelle’s knee a squeeze, nearly getting a kick to the chest. “Whoa, careful now!”
“STAHAHHAHAP IT PLEHAHHAHAHAHHAHSE!” Noelle cried out, face flushed and eyes wet with fresh tears. Her laughter was fading in and out, going near silent when Vanessa dragged her nails down the back of her calf.
“Hehe, alright.” Eventually, the older girl let her be, giggling as Noelle curled in herself like a cat, gasping for breath as she guarded her legs. “Feeling better?”
Noelle tried to glare, but the smile on Vanessa’s lips killed any real annoyance. Her body felt exhausted, but she no longer felt stressed. If anything, she felt relaxed. “I do…alot better, actually.” She sat up, smoothing out her dress. “Is it weird to say thanks?”
“Pfft! Not at all!” Vanessa laughed, reaching out and hugging the other once more. “If anything, I’m just happy to see you smiling again.” Noelle hugged her back, eyes misting over. Vanessa felt like such an older sister to her at that moment.
“Now- shall we keep searching? I think I might have found something while you were trying on that one dress.” Vanessa stood with a smile, gesturing for her to wait as she went to retrieve said outfit. Noelle wiped her face, the smile on her face no longer tight. God, she loved this team.
“Tada!” Vanessa walked back in, presenting the dress. Noelle gasped, a hand to her heart as she took it all in. “Whatcha think? Wanna try it on?”
“Yes…I’d like that very much.” Noelle nodded, standing as she took the garment.
Before long, she had the perfect outfit for the party.
~~~
“There you two are! Took you long enough to show!” Magna greeted them at the door, opening it wide. Beside him, Finral took them in, eyes lingering on Vanessa in speechless awe.
“The best dressed always show up fashionably late.” Vanessa smiled, reaching out and closing Finral’s mouth on her way in. “I’ll take you like the new look, Finral?”
“Love it. You look amazing. Both of you do.” He smiled at them, cheeks dusted as he watched Vanessa head inside. Noelle began to wonder if a wine stain really was the reason why Vanessa wanted a new dress.
“Well, don’t be a stranger- you live here too! Come on- we’ve got cake.” Luck ran up and took Noelle’s hands, pulling her in while she protested.
“Wait! I can get in on my own! You don’t need to-whoa!” She yelped upon crashing into Asta, the other’s cheeks coated in crumbs. “W-Watch it, dorksta!”
“Hehe, sorry Noelle! Luck got to you?” He smiled as he gave her space, eyes widening some. “Oh wow…”
Her dress was a pale blue with soft purple accents, the shirt bellowing at the waist. It was shorter in the front, the panels embroidered with white whirls to look like water. The sleeves were lace, reaching to her elbows before bellowing out to mid forearm. They also had the soft water like design on them. She had her hair down, the long silver locks reaching her lower back- some curling over her shoulder.
“What, did something get on me?” She stammered, cheeks heating.
“Not at all, it’s just…you look really pretty.” He smiled, making her face flush more. “I like your dress.”
Before she could- she didn’t know; swat at him, call him dorksta, faint- Magna threw an arm over his shoulder, dragging him away and back to the party. “Asta! We’ve got potatoes!”
Hage potatoes. Your friend brought them over earlier” Yami called, making the shorter boy speed up, nearly dragging Magna with him. “Hage Potatoes? No way! Oh, be right back Noelle!” Asta called before sprinting to the table.
Noelle pressed her hands to her heart, cheeks red and eyes shimmering. He called her pretty. PRETTY. And he liked her dress.
“Thank you, Vanessa.” She breathed, making a note to send the witch the best wine she could find.
I hope this was good!
#black clover#vanessa enoteca#noelle silva#tickle#tickle fic#fluff#dress shopping#sisterly bonding#crushes and shopping stress#but it all works out in the end
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Modern AU! Naruto perfume headcanons bc why not:
(English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes)
• Naruto would absolutely rock Coffee Break by Maison Margiela, if he did some emotionally hard job like psychotherapy or coaching.
(Sasuke would cling to him on the days he feels drained whenever he wears that smell bc lavender and coffee is a great combo for energy levels yet no haste vibe, very grounding and balancing).
Most of Naruto's perfumes have coffee, sandalwood or citrus notes. Patchouli ones for when he feels truly extra.
• Whenever Sasuke wears Killian's Moonlight in heaven to their movie nights at home or to parties Naruto goes absolutely nuts because of the contrasts and this lingering milky gentle feeling but with sweetness that you would only associate with Sasuke if you know him well. Peak eroticism aimed at one person only. Other people I would assume, mostly hear the top of the pyramid and find it a "bright and fun party smell" on Sasuke.
But on a daily Sasuke wears something more "chill", fresh with a hint of floral, but not sweet. Cedar wood is a must/base in most of his daily ones.
• Haku in Princess by Killian? Stunning. Green tea bitterness + ginger punch + sweetness. "I am a cutie but can still beat you in whatever context" vibe.
Loves peach and honey notes but also unexpectedly owns heavy night-out perfumes with seductive yet masculine vibes. (Leather and pink pepper based ones for example and anything spicy af in general). He got that kick, you know.
• Itachi would wear a lot of herbal and woody smells. Those that are even "too bitter" for some ppl. Like wormwood, pine, bergamot, vetiver, oak moss etc. Absynth. Paired with gin and cognac tones. But that's a more "daily" vibe. If there is an important event – definitely something musky, with a hint of cardamom or cloves.
• Shisui wearing Jazz Club (Maison Margiela). Let me in that club. Sage notes with tobacco + that rum and liqueur and black pepper, hint of freshness. Oh, yes.
Also, oud scents. He would. Like if u know, u know.
• Sasori would love fougere and floral combos. Something like Mugler ones but a little calmer in nature. Maybe with some aquatic notes.
• Sakura would rock any floral+fresh combos but hate them on herself and find them "boring". Even the best ones. What she likes is leather+musk+rum+spice, and she pulls it off well with the right outfits. Mostly wears "male" targeted perfumes and does not give a single fuck.
Ironically enough, Sasori likes her better in those biker vibes perfumes, but suggests her to try a mix between floral and "clean" ones for work. Sakura ends up liking those too.
• Ino would be in between the dessert and floral ones, but always with a woody/heavily bitter or aquatic base to balance it out. Something along the lines of cedar wood + rose + violets + hint of vanilla cake. Elegant yet not boring at all.
• Neji. I think he would like surprisingly light, "clean" smells. Like fresh laundry + some hints of pear or jasmine on the daily. But for the formal situations where he needs to put up a front he would lean towards aquatic and "cold", "monumental" ones.
• Tenten loves and makes the most out of warm and spicy perfumes. Orange + cinnamon + sandalwood? She'll rock it.
• Kakashi would wear something light but "cold", maybe aquatics with lime/hint of bergamot. (Something like Zarkoperfume Cloud Collection No. 2 The Cloud on Ice, but lighter).
But if we're talking bad boy modern au vibes then we're left with more spicy choices. Maybe among the lines of oud + leather + black/chili pepper.
• Obito is a sweet bad boy. So your typical sweet colognes, but he wears a tiny amount of them. Otherwise he feels "overrun" by them.
• Rin and fresh, floral scents would be in harmony, it seems like. But maybe with a hint of orange or any other citrus.
• Iruka would destroy roasted cocoa scents. Like, no jokes. He would. Some unexpected smokiness for nights out when he's not in his teacher mode.
(I have a headcanon that Iruka has some fire, a twist to him, but you can skip that. For those who feel the same: imagine him with a smoky, slightly sweet cognac scent. Damn).
• Kakuzu smells of money and bitchiness (tobacco + alcohol), I don't make the rules.
• Deidara. Gasoline smelling ones. Right? I mean– but! On good days – surprisingly sweet dessert notes with a twist. He loves his vanilla and coconut and is very hardcore about it. Ok? Ok.
• Hinata would wear mostly warm, floral fragrances until the revelation that she actually feels a lot more comfortable in more "masculine" and spicy ones. Imagine her in a suit with the aroma of black pepper, leather and apple notes? Boss.
• Minato and scents that remind you of the sea and sunlight seems about right? With some woody undertones.
• Tsunade is a violets and musk woman, as far as I am convinced.
• Kushina giving rose hip and hibiscus with some chili pepper. Yeah.
#naruto headcanons#naruto modern au#sns mentioned bc they are inseperable in my mind enjoy#also sasosaku crumbs#i hope fragrance maniacs will enjoy
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Secret Crush on You Ep.3
-The maid uniforms!! The patchwork tapestry to hide the creeper wall!! Tbh, I expect it to randomly fall down, but we'll see I guess.
-SPIDERMAN REFLEXES!!
-Poor Toh keeps forgetting people can see him when he's being weird. Nuea seems unconcerned.
-The sniffing. My dude he's gonna catch you.
-Okay, now Nuea seems concerned...and he should be, because Toh is being a complete weirdo.
-Why!?!?! Did he eat the tissue?!?!
-The shirt they have Toh wearing is very sheer. Like I can see nipple.
-Oh God Nuea complimented him, he's gonna lose it.
-That nervous swallow was in whatever the audio equivalent of 4K is, it was sooo loud. 😂
- Oh no, the shirt's coming off. the horse sound effect oh my God 😂😂😂and he fainted. I get it though Toh.
-Yes Nuea!! Pay artists for their work!!!
-Honestly that went about as good as one could hope. Good job Toh.
- Very cute outfits for the concert. I approve. Surprised he had one though considering he cut up a bunch of his clothing to make that tapestry.
-Thep (Saint) has returned looking hella handsome.
-Singing isn't bad. It's not my fave trope in BL, but not bad, like they're good singers.
-Okay, we've definitely moved into an hallucination. Like it's cute, but I fear when it ends shits gonna be super awkward.
-Have I mentioned that Toh's glasses are super cute? Because they are. They look good on him. I hope they don't pull a 'She's All That and have him take them off by the end.
-Op, Nuea's starting to think a certain way about Toh, he was definitely bummed he left. 🥺
-Toh has good friends. I know I said it before, but they're very sweet, if a bit over the top sometimes.
- Aww...Nuea has a secret name for Toh too. That's so cute.
-Aww the friend coming in clutch by giving Sky and Nuea the roses. A++ friend behavior.
-The SPIDERMAN REFLEXES AGAIN!!! I wonder how many takes those took. Or maybe Seng just has really good reflexes.
-Poor Nuea's never had to chase someone and he doesn't really know how. And Toh's nervousness is coming off as mixed signals. Oh the poor babies.
The ep was definitely a 8.5/10 for awkwardness
I'd still say 7/10 for quality
10/10 for costuming though.
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