#do i agree with hottests? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[ishikawayukis]

Hi! Sorry I’m a little behind out of the loop but what happened w ok taecyon and Army?

nothing wild, they were calling him fridge and ridiculous things like that after his fans said the captain korea title belonged to him

[talkfantasytome]

What one earth is "our families can't know"???

😂 That's my Elucien secret relationship AU that I was asked to start and have more pieces to do for. lol The premise is that Lucien and Elain's families hate each other after Nesta started dating/got engaged to (I can't remember rn) Cassian, semi-rejecting Eris...cause they wanted Nesta and Eris together, both being, like, well-to-do type families are something. Or, at least, Lucien's family wanted Nesta and Eris together (this one doesn't really hit on Lucien's real father, at least not at the moment, though maybe over time it would). ANYWAY, but Lucien and Elain go to college and are in a study group together...and stuff happens. 👀

So, I don't have a lot written for the other parts I have planned, and they're all very autumn aesthetic - it's a modern AU, but it's happening in Autumn. But I do have this bit - part 3 ended with them on their first date at an Autumn Festival thing, early on in the day, and someone telling them love was the most important thing, so the next part will pick up with them still on the date, enjoying the Autumn-ness of it all. 😄 (And if you disagree that Lucien can handle the spiciest of foods...well, it's your right to be wrong. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

After the shopping they decided to try their hand at the corn maze, just to build up a bit more of an appetite so that they could probably enjoy the chili bar that Lucien was not skipping. Elain was tentative about it at first, but the second they walked up to the local vendor and saw that the chili was served in cornbread bowls, she was suddenly far more excited. 

She chose a medium-spice three-bean chili, and Lucien decided to go all out for the hottest one they offered. She knew he and some of his family were typically good with spicy foods - she'd never forget the time his mother made Chicken Vindaloo for them, none of the Archerons were able to handle more than a few bites before their stomachs started rioting as much as their burnt tongues. Still, she always got a bit worried when someone went for the highest spice level. 

It was unnecessary. He finished his chili before she was halfway done with hers, his cheeks barely flushed while she was certain her own were crimson. It wasn't that she couldn't eat the chili, it just had a bit more of a kick to it than she was expecting. The cornbread helped, at least. 

"Apple picking, now?" she asked as they threw away their trash. She'd been looking forward to this. Nesta used to take her and Feyre when they were younger and she had such fond memories of it. It was some of the few times they didn't fight. 

Lucien nodded, laughing as he took her hand and led her to the orchard entrance. He purchased their bags for the apples and grabbed them each one of those poles that had the mini butterfly nets to help them pick apples that were high up. 

"We should get some cider for the drive home!" she suggested as they walked into the orchard, passing a booth selling fresh made cider. 

"Of course. I'd never leave an orchard without getting some," he agreed, flashing her a smile that made her heart flutter. She beamed up at him and pushed herself onto her toes, kissing him softly on the cheek.

WIP Tag Game

[ndcgalitzine]

( @stormkpr​ @bookersebastien​ Oh wow, it’s almost like you think I’m super into Spartacus or something 😂😂) 

Thank you my dears 😘😘✨💖

  Send me a fandom and i’ll tell you:

the character I least understand Ilithya  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

interactions I enjoyed the most The obvious answer is Nagron 💖 But I also really loved every interaction between Spartacus and Agron (and Spartacus and Nasir). As much as I’m a sucker for a good romance, I also LOVE a good bromance, and Sparty and Agron were my brotp 💕 I love how loyal Agron was to Spartacus, even if he didn’t agree with him. The final scene when they said goodbye to Spartacus destroyed me 😭😭

the character who scares me the most My fierce BAMF little warrior, Nasir! Even that hiss is deadly 😂

the character who is most like me Actually I guess Agron.. I’m super loyal, but I’m also hot tempered. I look angry most of the time, but on the inside I’m a soft cuddly bear who just wants to be loved 💖

hottest looks character The idiot east of the Rhine and his ‘wild dog’ boyfriend 😍😍

one thing I dislike about my fave character His jealousy, and short temper (but it’s also what I love about him... ) one thing i like about my hated character Ashur was a douchebag... but I guess he was pretty clever. 

a quote or scene that haunts me Varro’s death, I’ll never get over the unfairness of it and the absolute heartbreak💔 

a death that left me indifferent Ilithya  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ a character I wish died but didn’t Crassus and f**king Caesar (although I do know my history 😉)

my ship that never sailed Agron/Nasir/Spartacus I don’t think there were any...

(Send me a fandom)

[bembridge-scholars]

Okay, The Hottest Of Takes: the characters of Lin and Zi Yuan in Tomb of the Dragon Emperor had a lot of potential and they deserved better. Imagine the early 1950s, Zi Yuan is Hong Kong's foremost archaeologist, but her daughter Lin studied Ancient Egypt and Mesopotamia (to step out of her mother's shadow). She and a 20-something Alex meet, Supernatural Shenanigans happen that have to do both with the women and the O'Connell-Carnahan gang, and the main theme is adventure and family legacy.

Hi Anon,

My eyes are burning from reading that hottest of takes. 

That whole third movie was a fiasco from start to finish.

I am of the opinion that the only good thing we got out of it was more Jonathan content, because I too, would open a casino with my big ass oasis diamond treasure. 

But I agree with you. I think they had an interesting concept, giving this backstory to the Terracotta Army, but I felt like they didn’t give Chinese History the same care as they did in the original two movies, and that is likely due to the fact of different crew, story writers, etc. Here you have these two strong Chinese women, who, like you said, could have been well-respected, with a daughter who might feel like the same as Alex O’Connell. Alex is trying to make his way in the archeological world. They both need to step out of their parent’s shadow. 

We might as well just go back and rewrite it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Thanks for your hot take!!!!!

[isobel-thorm]

So @zacklover24 requested John/Nic/Sharky smut. Took me a week but here it is  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Just Found Heaven 

Sharky Boshaw wasn’t exactly sure how he had ended up literally in bed with the his best friend and her former-herald beau, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

A few months ago it had been Nic’s thirty first birthday, there had been booze and a Weird Conversation about her and John’s sexual experiences in college and Sharky’s own experiences from that age range, and they had gone down a path about sharing partners and the next thing he had known his best friend was sandwiched between him and her boyfriend/husband/whatever,- they were ‘loosely common law married’ now, whatever the fuck that meant, married was married-  there was a hand down his pants and teeth on his neck, and a few minutes later he had one of the best fucking orgasms of his fucking life. The second time he had fallen into bed with them, he had walked in on them fucking. Nic was wound up and feeling adventurous enough to have him stay and then join in. He got to prove that he wasn’t lying about his skills about going down on a woman, and she got to prove that his comparison between womens’ downstairs post-birth and quicksand wasn’t true across the board. The third time, he had been feeling especially down and lonely because bunker life was getting to him, and John and Nic had found him in that state, done that couple-y silent communication bullshit they were so fucking good at, and then pounced. Nic had been very adamant that they were always there for him after the fact. John was more a silent observer, but he had given Sharky’s arm a surprisingly gentle squeeze when he was stroking Nic’s back, and he had also voiced the assurance that “you know full well that you wouldn’t be here if I didn’t like or trust you with my wife, and besides, what the lady wants, she gets.” Sharky couldn’t really argue there. So that night, when Nic showed up in their dorm and gave Sharky That look, he was pretty relieved Grandpa Earl had come to intercept baby Cal an hour before. There were only so many more times he could dangle his car keys in front of the kiddo before the kid got bored. He had opened his mouth to make a joke about that to her, but she was on him a second later, a little more rough than usual, shoving him against the wall and tangling her fingers in his hoodie that she had started to insist was theirs a little while ago. She kissed him soundly, and Sharky happily returned it. There was a creak and a click behind them and Sharky looked up to see John just inside the entryway, locking the door behind him. “Shit, y’all are serious today.” “Not serious, just want you all to ourselves.” Sharky went to say something again when Nic pulled up on his hoodie to make a point that he fully understood. “Yeah, shuttling up now.” She laughed at that then gave him a reassuring kiss before she pulled her shirt over her head, and whatever Sharky was going to say was drown out by his brain only supplying “boobs” as a thought process for a few seconds. And then she had gotten to undoing his belt and sunk down for a second- holy shit- and then John just standing there watching but eyeing them like a good meal was enough to derail that particular thought process. “Hey man, you okay over there? ‘Cause I feel like-“ he let out a startled little keen when Nic took all of him in her mouth in one go; “hooo, okay, point made again. Jesus.” John approached them slowly with an extremely calculated walk, and Sharky found that far hotter than he probably should have. Sure, the guy had a rockin’ bod and face and everything, but Sharky had never been into how people walked. Stupid fuckin’ Seeds and their fuckin’ mind game powers. Even if John wasn’t exactly a Seed anymore and he was on their side but he still had those powers in him and - Nic did something absolutely amazing with her tongue and his thoughts got derailed again and he tried hard not to buck into her mouth too much. “Distracted, Charlemagne?” John practically purred directly into his ear- when the fuck had he made it across the room? Stupid brain distracting him.  And then Nic another thing with her tongue that had his brain spinning. “Nope, no problem, not here, no, just-“ Nic sucked and he straight up whined- “bed, holy shit, bed,” he insisted.  John did that little predatory smile of his that was probably terrifying in any other circumstance but unfairly sexy at the same time. When they locked eyes Sharky finally got why Nic had gone on for minutes describing what was undoubtedly that same look he had given her during her failed Confession years ago when they were enemies.  He could definitely understand why she couldn’t look away. He was going have to apologize to her for judging her on that one, because holy shit, he was just as fucking hypnotized. Christ, has known for years that John was the glaring exception when it came to him not being that into dudes, but he would do anything for John if he gave them that look. How had Nic not just immediately agreed to anything the man said when she was strapped to that chair back then- no, not the time, Boshaw. John’s mouth on his neck was enough to deter his thoughts again again. Yeah, he definitely understood how John was a master manipulator. “Bed,” he forced out again. Nic pulled off of him, and he groaned at that loss until Nic and John had started to yank the rest of his clothes off and he scrambled to do the same to them. He wasn’t sure how the Hell they made it across the room and to the beds, but the second the backs of his knees hit the edge of one and he fell back, he caught himself and found that one or both of them had already pushed their and his beds together. Oh, they planned this one. That was new. Nic bent to kiss him and straddled his hips, and John nudged one of Sharky’s legs over so he could get settled behind them. They weren’t wasting time, either. She ground down against him, and he was torn between watching her work and putting his head back and enjoying. He went with the latter for a while until he felt her rise off his lap and he lifted his head to investigate and found her and John kissing, her back pressed firmly to his chest and head craned to accommodate him as he reached around to her front. John’s hand was working below Sharky’s eyeline but between the muscles in his arm flexing the right way and the noises coming out of Nic’s mouth, what he was doing to her was redundant. Again, hottest thing ever. How the Hell did he get so lucky to have such infuriatingly gorgeous friends who insisted on letting him be part of this with them? He was perfectly content watching them for a while until Nic arched away from John and looked back at him, and good God, it was a miracle he didn’t come just from seeing that look. She had learned from John, apparently. Fuck. And then Nic had sunk down on him, wet and hot and perfect, and all thoughts had stopped for a while. She rode him, only stopping to exchange kisses with him or John along the way. Before long Sharky had noticed John just watching for a while, just keeping her upright on him, and reached over to wrap his hand around the other man’s dick and started to work it up and down on him. Having little experience with men, especially compared to John always had him paranoid about his skill in that department, but John never complained. This time was no different. John had merely groaned and let his forehead drop to Nic’s shoulder, thrusting into Sharky’s hand when the other man managed to find a mutual rhythm between Nic’s movements and his own. It was Nic’s turn to whine at that particular sight. She kissed both of them again and thrust down at a particularly unfair angle that had Sharky arching up to meet her with a particularly resolute “fuck.” He was dimly aware that Nic had stopped, kissed John and murmured something to him, and he had responded and then disappeared for a few seconds. Of course, the fact that she had started to ride him faster was a decent distraction. And then there were a couple of sounds he didn’t recognize and Nic gasped and arched into him again and the pause was enough to have Sharky’s brain come back to him enough to realize that John was inside her too and she was taking them from both ends and that was another thing that was sexy as all Hell. And there was the fact that John was on at damned ‘all holes’ list of Addie’s and here Nic was, living that dream of hers. He would’ve laughed if he had the brain power.  Addie was gonna be so damn jealous of Nic if he was ever stupid enough to let it slip that this happened. But no, he didn’t want to risk any of this by blowing this particular secret. “Hey, Boshaw, you still with us?” Nic asked and circled her hips to try to bring him back to the moment for good measure. “Yeah, yeah, still here,” he replied. It took him a second to realize they were probably still worried about him feeling like an intruder, and that did things to his heart and dick. He had definitely lucked out with them. He forced the thought from his head to try and avoid looking too lost, then gripped her hips when she found a decent enough rhythm again. “God damn.” He leaned back after a while, content to watch the other two go at it when John finally, finally seemed to get a little tired of being the least involved party and gave a particularly sharp thrust that had Nic gasping again and leaning back to meet him. Sharky didn’t know watching had such an effect on him, but it did, and between Nic fucking him within an inch of his life and watching them do the same to each other, he was close. “Shit, gonna come.” “So come,” was her simple response. Sharky nearly choked on his tongue, still not used to that outlook, even after they all had a ‘damn the risks, the outcome might be needed anyway’ conversation with them the first time it had come up as an option. Still, he wasn’t going to deny her when she was giving him that look, paired with John pointing out, “my wife asked something of you, Charlemagne. Don’t disappoint her.” Again, that had no right sounding that hot. And people still thought he had his hooks in Nic and their relationship like it was all part of some long con on his part- they should’ve heard John say that, with him all ready to make sure Nic got all she wanted. It was only a couple of more minutes before he tipped over the edge and spilled inside her, and she rode out the wave with him, her own moans getting higher and higher pitched, signaling she was getting closer. It was then that John had helped her dismount Sharky, and slid inside her. And then she had grabbed Sharky’s hand for the buildup until she came with John following seconds after. They all exchanged lazy, sated kisses for a few seconds before John helped Nic to lay down. and then sidled up to her back and Sharky turned to face her, resting her hand on her thigh once John had gotten settled with an arm looped around her waist. “Happy Birthday, Shark,” Nic murmured after a little bit. Now that had gotten him to wake up a little bit. He looked at the makeshift calendar that one of the survivors had made for each dorm. October 2nd. He had barely ever paid attention to it, considering he had adopted Hurk Jr’s new policy that “time was a construct, who needs watches or calendars in the apocalypse, we just feel older now” policy. Well, if following the calendar for birthdates and such ended with stuff like this, fuck that noise. He was going to get a calendar the second he had the energy to move again “So that’s what this was about.” “Hey, there’s not always a reason,” Nic objected. Sharky grinned. “I know. Just playing. Forgot that dates are a thing, ya know? Who needs them down here?” “... You are the strangest person I know, Charlemagne,” was John’s response. “Fair. Also, best birthday gift ever. Who’s next so we can do this again?” “Me,” John replied. “December 19th.” Sharky looked wistfully at the calendar, ready to circle that date five times once they stopped cuddling. Of course, he was in absolutely no rush to leave. “I love you guys, so much.” “We love you, too,” Nic replied, and John hummed in agreement. “Awesome...” Sharky nodded. “... Ten minute break and then round two?” “Deal.”

[thechillicount]

21 Questions

Tagged by: @usagiomega

Thank you~ It surprised so much!

Tagging: I don't really talk much to people on here which is weird, need to change that. @skirt-chan @sparkcj @darkfaethedestroyer

Nickname: Yogi, Lucy (said with a really bad japanese accent)

Zodiac: Leo

Last movie I saw: Bohemian Rhapsody

Height: 163,5 cm, about 5'4"

Last thing I googled: Kageyama Tobio x Reader 😂

Favorite musicians: From Japanese: #1 Kenshi Yonezu (always), GRANRODEO, Miyano Mamoru (of course), Hatano Wataru (in any shape and form). From English: Andy Black, Black Veil Brides too. Halsey, Panic! At The Disco, Bruno Mars, Queen. From Polish: Quebonafide, Taco Hemingway, I recommend checking out their rap even if you don't understand it. Ukrainian: MELOVIN. My overall taste in music is weird and very much scattered but those artists sum it up very well. I listen to whatever my ears choose. I also love musicals: Heathers, Be More Chill, Dear Evan Hansen just to name the more popular ones.

Song stuck in my head: Prayer X by King Gnu, Banana Fish's 1st ending. It's so underrated, it deserves more love! ♡

Do I ever get asks: Nope!

Following: 12 (´∀｀；)

Amount of sleep: 6-7 on weekdays, 10-11 on weekends. My body can't lay down for more than 10 hours, it just hurts.

Lucky numbers: Supposedly 10 is my lucky number and I agree. 14 seems to be good recently.

What I'm wearing: As I'm writing this: Light blue, long sleeved shirt, black jeans and black hoodie. Going to school!

Dream trip: Japan, of course. The whole of England and Ireland. Canada.

Dream job: Not gonna lie, I don't have a specific one. If I ever learn how to properly write and draw I'd love to create my own comic or a story because my head is going to explode with the amount of ideas I have, hence the name of my blog. I'm working on one right now but it's a very slow process. But currently I'm aspiring to be a vet. I love animals and I want to help them when they need it. I just need to be less lazy and work harder starting this year!

Do you play instruments: Nope! I wish I could at least know how to play a guitar. (´∀｀；)

Languages: Polish 'cuz I'm polish! English, constantly praised for my skills in it even though I feel like I'm mediocre. Russian, I started 3 years ago but only now my new teacher is able to explain it well to me. I'd like to learn some good ol' welsh or irish. I just find it interesting. I'd also like to try japanese. I feel like talking will be no problem. But there's still writing and reading~

Favorite songs: Flamingo - Kenshi Yonezu, Play Me Like a Violin - Stephen, Classic - MKTO, Youngblood - 5 Seconds of Summer, Ribcage - Andy Black, The Ballad of Mona Lisa - Panic! At the Disco, Crawling - Linkin Park, Metallica 808 - Taconafide, Unbroken - MELOVIN

Random fact(s) about me: I really don't know what to put here. (´∀｀；) Okay: 1. I've dyed my hair red just to be more like my fave anime character Kagami Taiga. Turns out that having red hair suits me and makes my skin 'glow' and not look pale. So it wasn't a bad decision in the end! Now I just dye my ends red. 2. I enjoy memes that I find funny, but when I see my buddies' meme folders I think that they're weird. Usually later on I find that those are the hottest memes right now. I don't get it. I don't get new memes. 3. I'm an introvert so making any contact is really stressful for me. I don't have many friends and I don't go out that much even though I want to. I'm working on building up my confidence, it's definitely better than it was a year ago for example. 4. I'm bisexual! And I proudly present it to the world! ♡ 5. I listen to a lot of japanese stuff yet I still can't speak it. I like singing in japanese when I have the romaji lyrics. 6. I have 5 anime boys that I consider my sons: Miyuki Kazuya, Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin, Killua Zoldyck, Ryugazaki Rei. Weird, I know. I say that because all of them represent some parts of my personality so they seem relatable to me. My husband is Isshiki Satoshi by the way.

Describe yourself as things: punk boots, old books, empty sketchbook ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

[heckstetter]

The Bowers Gang reacts to their S/O getting their nipples pierced!

What up, I’m Alex, I’m 19, and I never fuckin’ learned how to read and this is my first set of headcanons/drabbles for the IT (2017) fandom! I haven’t written fanfic in a very,,, long time,,,, but requests are always open!

The Bowers Gang react to their S/O after they got their nipples pierced for their birthday. Boys and Reader are 18+, I don’t mention a gender for the reader anywhere but they have breasts and wear bras because I said so, nobody requested this, it’s just self-indulgent to celebrate the two years since I’ve gotten my own done anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This gets pretty NSFW in some parts, but nobody explicitly has sex.

 Everything is under the cut. 

Henry:

          “And just where the fuck have you been all day, Y/N?”

          Of course, that’s the first thing out of your boyfriend’s mouth the moment he lays eyes on you. The school cafeteria was bustling with students eating, joking around with friends, or rushing to finish homework at the last minute. You weren’t surprised at Henry’s harsh words or the way his face was flushed with anger, you had skipped your first four class periods in a city a little over an hour away without telling him beforehand.

          “I was doing something for me.” You say with a shrug as you sauntered over to where he was sitting alone, his gang of friends off either torturing kids smaller than them or spending their lunch period eating. Your lackadaisical response to his anger only seemed to piss him off even more, his fists clenched tightly by his side like he was considering decking you in the face. “My older sibling is in town for my birthday and they took me to go get my present.”

          “And what, that couldn’t fuckin’ wait until after school?” He hissed, grabbing your arm roughly and dragging you closer to him, “You were in such a fuckin’ hurry that you had to be a thoughtless cunt and disappear without tellin’ me?”

          “Henry, stop!” You whine as he pulls you closer, his chest now touching yours. The sensitive piercings slid harshly against the fabric of your bra and you cursed, shoving Henry away from you and gently crossing your arms over your chest to prevent anymore unwanted attention to that area. “Motherfucker, ow! If you’d have been nice, I would’ve shown you just what my present was cause it was ‘sposed to be for both of us.”

          Henry paused at that, seeming to calm considerably at the idea that you would do something for your birthday that would ultimately benefit him. He carefully gave you a onceover, trying to figure out what your surprise could be.

          “’M not sorry for grabbing you roughly.” He said, truthfully, “You usually don’t complain when I grab you like that.”

          “It wasn’t the grabbing so much as the- the uh…” You trailed off, not sure how to continue. Your unease only furthered to piss him off, you didn’t usually act like a shy, stuttering mess and when you did, it was for something you knew would upset him further.

          “Spit it the fuck out already, dumbass.” Henry said, with a roll of his eyes, stepping closer to you.

          “The rubbing. Your chest against mine because… becauseIjustgotmynipplespierced.” You spat out faster than any nasty joke Trashmouth Tozier could come up with.

          “You— I’m… You did… I want to see!” Henry blurted out, his hands immediately flying towards them hem of your shirt to tug it up.

          You slap his hands away but before he can protest the rejection, the school bell rang signaling that your lunch period had ended and that you needed to start making your way towards your next class. When you expressed that to Henry, he snorted.

          “What, so now being in class is so fuckin’ important to you?” But nonetheless, he let you scurry past him down the hall and towards your next class.

          You couldn’t help but feel that he only let you do so with the hopes of you being more eager to show him the surprise under your shirt. A smile creeped its way onto your face as you imagined your boyfriend spending the rest of his day agonized over actually getting to see the now-ruined surprise. Henry would bitch and moan at you until you finally showed him, but you planned to make him wait. After all, the payoff would be oh-so worth it.

 Patrick:

          “Come with me, please?” You asked, your eyes wide and doe-like as you tugged lightly on your boyfriend’s arm, “I wanna show you something, babe.”

          “Mmhm, is that what we’re calling our little trysts in the Janitor’s closet now?” Patrick teased, his hands grabbing at anything he could reach while he let you lead him towards the closet; your hips, your ass, the hem of the shirt you were wearing. “Show n’ Tell?”

          “Oh, it’s a Show n’ Tell, alright.” You said with a snicker as you ushered your freakishly tall boyfriend into the cramped space before you entered it yourself, closing and locking the door behind you.

          Patrick reached around you to flick the light on, his hand brushing against your chest as he pulled it back towards him. You hissed in pain and immediately whirled around to slap at him and his creepy, wandering hands.

          “No touching until I say you can!” You said with a snarl, before reeling back and realizing your mistake.

          Patrick didn’t like his dominance over you being tested like that, and you knew you’d really be in for a brutal punishment if the widening of his grin and his tongue darting out to wet his lips was anything to go by.

          “Wait! Before- before you punish me for… well, anything you’re about to punish me for, really, can I show you my surprise first?” You ask, looking up at him from under fluttering eyelashes, your lips in a perfect pout, and altogether a look of innocence and assured submission if he could grant you this one little request.

          Patrick’s eyes roamed over your form from head to toe as he mentally weighed the pros and cons of acquiescing your request. He tilted his head to the side, his grin turning into a scowl and a deep suffering sigh fell from his lips.

          “Just make it fucking quick, Y/N. You’re already pushing your luck with me today, what with not showing up for school for over four hours without telling me why. That alone has you on thin fucking ice.” He said, and while normally that dark, promising tone of voice would have you panting for a punishment and sobbing for his forgiveness (and an orgasm), today it felt like a wave of relief and a god damned miracle.

          You made quick work of your t-shirt but stopped when you got to your bra. Your initial plan had been to thoroughly tease Patrick before the big reveal of what you had done to your body, but you knew his patience had already been worn thin by your absence from school earlier in the day and anymore teasing would land you get you in more trouble than you were ready for. You decided that the quicker your surprise was revealed, the better it’d be for the both of you and you hastily removed your bra.

          “Ta-dah…” You say without much confidence, but are instantly reassured as soon as Patrick’s eyes are fixed on the silver barbells protruding from each nipple. He opens and closes his mouth, rendered speechless for a good few moments.

          “Did… did it hurt?” He settles on, and then makes a sour face at his own question. Of course it had fucking hurt, and he could still see flakes of dried blood around your nipples.

          “Yea, not a good kind of hurt either, but I couldn’t get the thought out of my head after you mentioned seeing it in a porn mag, and I wanted to do it because I think it’s pretty but also because I knew you’d like it.” You say softly, looking down at your own nipples, “They’re super sore now too, I didn’t really think about how long it’d take ‘em to heal or how long they’d be hurting but, uh… It’s gonna be a while before you can touch ‘em or play with ‘em. Sorry.”

          “No!” He blurts out, somewhat uncharacteristically. In this moment, it would have been usual for Patrick to take advantage of your self-proclaimed mistake, to turn your apology into a favor you’d owe him but all he could think of was you did this with him in mind. You had paid someone to mutilate your body for him to play with, for him to tug at and suck on and every other little nasty thing he was planning in the back of his head and if that was just about the hottest god damned thing to him. His hands cupped your breasts softly, careful to avoid the fresh piercings. “Don’t be sorry, babygirl, I love them now and I’ll love on them when they’re all healed up.”

          “You really like them, Patrick?” You ask, your voice shy and soft but your body language screaming otherwise. You leaned into his touch, arching your back to show off your modified chest even more and then slowly rolling your hips into his. Patrick’s evident arousal tenting in his jeans was all the proof you needed that he truly loved your little surprise but you wanted to hear him say it again, and again, and again.

          “I do.” Patrick said honestly, “But you better get on your knees and take care of the problem they’re causing before I change my mind about waiting ‘til they’re healed.”

 Vic:

           “Okay, explain this to me again. Somehow, it’s your birthday but I’m the one who’s getting a surprise?” Your boyfriend asked, his face scrunched up adorably in his confusion as the two of you make your way up to your bedroom.

           You had been absent from school for the first half of the day, but had the forethought to warn Vic that you’d be gone beforehand and to ask him if you could monopolize his time as soon as school got out. Being the ever-dutiful boyfriend that he was, Vic agreed to follow you home without hesitation, regardless of the whipping noises and other lewd jokes his friends had been making from behind him.

           “It’s not just for you, Vic.” You say as you open your bedroom door, allowing him to step inside, “It’s for me too, but I probably wouldn’t have had the courage to do it had you not expressed your interest beforehand.”

           “My interest in whaaaat?” Vic whined as he flopped down on your bed, toeing off his boots before you could scold him for getting your bed dirty. “Stop being so fuckin’ vague, just show me already!”

           “Is that anyway to treat your S/O on their birthday?” You asked mockingly, closing the door behind you. He looked up at you with a lecherous smirk, his hand snaking down to his crotch, grabbing it roughly.

           “I’ll give you a birthday treat if you ask nicely.” He said, continuing to palm himself through the front of his jeans. “Let’s skip the surprise and get straight to the birthday sex!”

           You couldn’t help but giggle as you crawled onto his lap, threading one of your hands through his bleach-blonde hair to tug him forward. He let out a choked out moan as his hair was pulled, his hand stopping the rubbing movements to grip at his growing erection.

           “Mmm…” You moan softly, your lips brushing against his in a chaste mockery of a kiss, “As much as I’d love to skip straight to the birthday sex, my surprise is going to lead there anyway.” You loosened your grip on his hair so he could slump back with a sigh.

           Vic removed his hands from himself, placing them on your waist instead. Irritation flared in his chest; he was a teenage boy, he was horny, and he wanted you now. But ultimately, Vic loved you too much to protest your rejection and instead just gazed into your eyes lovingly. His thumbs rubbed small, soothing circles into your hips as he spoke,

           “If that’s where this was gonna lead this whole time, you should’ve just said so.” He said, letting you take control of the situation in the only way a Bowers’ Boy could. “We’re alone now, what’s the surprise?”

           “Good boy.” You purred at his submission, your hands moving to the hem of your shirt. You ever-so-slowly pulled it above your head, flinging it to the other side of your bedroom once it was completely off. You silently wished you could have been wearing something sexier than an old, loose-fitting sports bra but you had needed something comfortable to wear at your piercing appointment. Making quick work of the bra as well, you sat straddling your boyfriend’s lap completely topless, breasts and brand-new nipple piercings bared to the world.

           Vic felt his jaw go slack at the sight of the silver barbells in each nipple, completely speechless at the sight of his lover with such a provocative body modification. He felt his erection twitch in his pants, the excitement from such a sexual surprise stirring him back to attention.

           “I… You…” He tried to think of a complete sentence, but words were the absolute last thing on his mind. He ended up squeaking out, “For me?”

           “Yeah, baby!” You say with a smug grin, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of rendering your boy speechless. “Do you like them?” You ask, shaking your torso slightly, letting your tits sway in his face.

           “Yessssss,” He hissed out and rolled his hips desperate for some form of relief, completely transfixed on how fucking sexy you looked sitting on top of him like that, your new jewelry catching the light and a downright dirty grin on your face. “Can I touch ‘em?”

           “Not yet, baby boy.” You say, somewhat mournfully, moving your hands over his to prevent him from trying to play with your new piercings. “They need some time to heal before you can touch them, otherwise they’ll get infected and I’ll have to take them out.”

           Vic nodded solemnly, lacing his fingers with yours to distract him from the temptation of playing with your new toys. “Can we do… other things?” He asked, looking up in your eyes in complete awe and adoration.

           “Of course, Victor.” You say with a soft smile, “Didn’t you say something about birthday sex?”

 Belch:

           You sat silently in the front passenger seat of your boyfriend’s Trans Am, gazing out the front window but not focused enough to actually see anything. Belch sat next to you, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. The two of you were just sitting in the high school parking lot when you should have been in class, but neither of you particularly cared about making it to your respective classrooms at this point.

           He was upset with you, a rare occasion in and of itself because you weren’t one to get yourself in trouble or start fights and even if you were that kind of person, Belch was usually right by your side. Therein lied your whole problem, though. By the time Belch rolled up to your house this morning to pick you up for school, you were long gone over an hour away with your older sibling. You hadn’t told him you were skipping most of school today, you hadn’t told him that you were going to the next town over, and you hadn’t told him why.

           “I just…” He began but trailed off, unable to verbally express his feelings. Instead of words, he moved one of his hands from the steering wheel to your lap, squeezing your thigh softly and squeezing his eyes shut as he inhaled deeply before saying, “You had me worried.”

           “Reggie…” You sighed his other nickname softly as you moved your own hand to cover his, lacing your fingers together. “I’m sorry. It was supposed to be a surprise for both of us, I just… I hadn’t expected it to take so long. I should’ve told you beforehand that I was gonna be absent this morning but I didn’t think about it.”

           After your apology the two of you fell into another uncomfortable silence, but he continued holding your hand which you took as a good sign. After a few more moments, you shifted your whole body, leaning closer to Belch so you could rest your head on his shoulder and he let out a deep sigh and turned slightly so he could kiss the top of your head.

           “I can’t say it’s okay cause it… it’s not.” He said solemnly, “But I’ll forgive you, ‘s long as you promise not t’ disappear on me again, you hear me?”

           “I promise, Reggie.” You say sincerely, looking up at him teary-eyed but smiling, “Can I show you why? I promise it’s gonna be a fun surprise.”

           “Sure, baby.” Belch said, smiling back at you as the mood in the car lifted to something much more playful and happy. You shifted away from him, de-tangling your hand from his so you could tug your shirt up and over your head.

           “Hold up, as much as I love havin’ you naked in my car, you sure you wanna do this here?” He asked, gesturing to the other cars surrounding you in the parking lot. Everyone else was in class, but it wasn’t uncommon for students to venture out to their vehicles either to skip or to grab something they forgot.

            “I’m sure.” You say, working on the clasp of your bra, “No one at this school is dumb enough to get close to your car, babe. And anyone who is, won’t dare say a damn thing lest they want to worry about havin’ you and the rest of your boys on their ass.”

           Belch doesn’t respond verbally, just nodding his head at the truth of your statements. Henry and the rest of the gang would be more than happy to beat the shit out of anyone who dared to disrespect Belch’s girl, regardless of if they actually cared for her (in Vic and Belch’s case) or if they just found joy in ganging up on people (in Henry and Patrick’s case).

           You finally got your bra unclasped, holding the cups in front of your breasts with your hands as you smiled mischievously at Belch.

           “You ready for this, hon?” You asked, slowly letting the cups of your bra slide down the curve of your breasts enjoying the way his eyes were fixed firmly where you wanted them to be. He shifted— almost nervously— in his seat as your bra finally fell into your lap and your surprise was revealed.

           Belch let out a low wolf whistle as he took in the sight of the silver barbells fastened through your brand-new nipple piercings, a surprise he certainly hadn’t expected to receive for your 18th birthday.

           He faintly remembers seeing a model with the same piercings in a porn mag that Patrick had passed around a while back. He hadn’t thought anything of it since then-- beyond a night of imagining you with your nipples done like that--but that had been a night spent alone with his left-hand. Not once did he think that you had also longed to see yourself with that body modification, and he never had the guts to bring it up to you outside of his fantasies.

           Seeing you now, sitting topless in the passenger seat of his beloved car looking so fucking fine with your silver jewelry glinting in the sunlight, he couldn’t help but immediately move towards you. One of his hands went to the back of your hair, tangling his fingers through your H/C locks to pull you into a rough kiss. Your teeth clacked against his slightly, but you both ignored the pain in favor of letting your tongues explore each other’s mouths hungrily. His other hand cupped one of your breasts, careful to avoid the fresh piercing but firm enough to convey his pleasure at your body modification.

           You pulled back from the kiss, a shit-eating grin on your face as you grabbed the wrist of the hand that was tangled in your hair to pull it down towards your other breast so that Belch could cup them both.

           “Do you like them, Reggie?” You asked, voice deep and breathy, “That girl in the porn mag looked so fucking hot with her nipples pierced, baby, I’ve been thinking about getting ‘em done every day since I saw her.”

           “Baby girl, Y/N, light of my fuckin’ life, I love them.”

[meandmyechoes]

The more I think about my first romance novel, the more I find something odd.

[28th March 17:46]

I keep referring to it as a ‘favourable experience’, and there is no question the writing is what made me fall totally head over heels about quin tress, but I also just, can't?

I mean, yes. It's very passionate, dramatic, scenes and gestures I can only dream of. And it's all very bisexual and fantastical of me. But I also, don't really see it in that 'omg they totally belong together here are my sixty headcanons of them' sense?

I am very involved in the pairing, but also don't really, actively 'ship' it — like the way I have the ability to with Rhayme or Latts (since it's the same author that indoctrinated me to Captain Rhayme). I could imagine them being happily ever after and silly shenanigans and slow-burn. But the concept of a quin tress fairytale ending is so wild. I can only ask if this has to do with my personal view on relationships. Does this tie back to how I say the hottest thing a heterosexual couple can do is fuck (and the spiritual experience is emphasized with a same-sex partner)? - anyway, ace brain (probably) speaking.

I know the plot leaves little room for 'the future' and fed me well on all tropes possible. But, it just never occurred to me to put them in any other clichés or invent a missing scene.

Winding up, I don't think their relationship is 'weak', but it's very motivated by circumstances and once you take that out of them, you are a little bit lost. For example even during the illicit affairs month, I… can't really propose one date that does not seem tonally insensitive. (I can think of them being cloak dorks and Vos bringing her to ice-cream, that's it, after a long hard moment) Really, all I possibly want is that sweet, sweet angst and canon is already there so I have no complaint.

It's just… I don't really get why it has to be the two of them that fall for each other. I understand why they did, and I believe it— Perhaps it's much more a physical attraction thing that I don't really have personal experience with.

I don't know if quin tress classify as slow-burn because 10 chapters still seem a little quick in the grand scheme of things. (aside: I'm quite disappointed Ventress wasn't doing much in the last quarter of the book.) My point is, they do feel a little bit puppet to tropes, and while it's deliciously written, there's not much potential outside of canon. And that lack of inspiration makes me grimace a little.

[3rd April, 01:39]

I’ve scrolled through the dd tag and let the book sank a little. I am better articulated to talk about the sexist criticism now.

It's a romance story, and when I judge it by that (lower) standard, it ticks the boxes. However, it might be a weakness as well, due to the projectability of the heroes. And yes, the whole assassination is dumb. Yet, tcw has been consistently this dumb at us. The last two times when she's more rooted in the dark she failed, sent Savage and failed, so she's gonna do it again with Vos… after she put down her desire for revenge. right. ans surprise! Our "assassination" plan is to find Dooku and duel him directly. right…

I've read a review that says the romance takes away from the plot. However, the romance IS the plot. The book IS supposed to revolve around the two of them. I do agree them becoming begrudging allies then partners is a more unique approach, more rewarding as foils as well. but I guess a romance is easier for the convention to process ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

With the "Ventress lose agency in falling for Vos". Now, I can't dictate how each of us buy into their physical attraction and chemistry (or lack thereof), and there's no denial that a conscious human being is making that choice for the fictional character, I think the stance on this topic is really tinted by the above two factors, which are very different starting points.

I kept Katie. Lucas's foreword vividly in mind while reading. She said this is a story about people seizing chances to rebuild. That there's always a choice. Cliché as it is, I believe ~the power of love~. I believe there exists someone you're willing to sacrifice everything for, to overlook everything for, to forgive - to love them, warts and all. So, yes whether you think Ventress loses her agency to the romance, or if that's a conscious choice on her behalf, is swayed heavily by how much you buy that they are the one.

[10th April, 10:30]

So Mr. Partner has finished the book too. He didn't offer particular insights, but we discussed briefly the overall pace and bits of characterization. He did made me rolled with laughter describing Vos through a childish, tropey lens. Regarding the topic of this documentation - the quin tress relationship, I've been more or less really enjoying it as a guilty pleasure. I don't read romance novels at all, and this is tooth-rotting sweet angst. 

Yesterday I’ve been thinking a bit more about this. I do love this ship, I just don’t believe they’d be two people who find each other again and again in every life time, in every universe. That’s why, as magnificent as fireworks, it also won’t last.

It's very nostalgic to indulge in a heterosexual relationship, and pair it up with taylor swift songs. If I have a boyfriend as devoted as Vos, I'd fall one hundred percent. And if I'm faced with an bombshell like Ventress, I would not be able to have any agency I swear. Either way, in my headcanon, Ventress is happily away on adventures with Lassa :3

To explore this, it’s not entire impossible for quin tress to separate peacefully after this incident, but would that cheapen the build before? The entire motivation of dark!Quinlan hinges on his vision of their future. And say, Ventress did saved him and survived. How would he balance being a Jedi and his feelings - that’s publicly exposed to the Council? (sidenote: i really don’t like Ch. 27 where a bunch of old men are questioning their love life, but uhhh yes, I’m a sensible person!) For now, I’m seeing another Obitine situation. And honestly how bad that an outcome is. It’s not like Ventress died for her war crimes! The show gave her a full pardon! So Idk man. Why can’t she leaves him because she loves him and she exiled herself and they never see each other again WHY NOT FILONI WHY NOT.

Now I’m lamenting more what could’ve been with the two arcs. In Filoni’s original sketch, Aayla and Maul were involved. Man, that could’ve been the dream. I skipped to translating the last two chapters and all the way I was just fuming at how stupid it was. There are difficult technical terms but I really enjoy voicing the characters. But it just takes away bit of that formality and Shakespearean tragic factor having them talk in my native tongue???? haha

Prelude: [12th March 22:37]

since dark disciple heteronormatively gave Rhayme and Ventress boyfriends, I'm gonna go ahead and sign the charter that says "all sw characters are bi"

which got me thinking, I insist that Quinlan and Ventress must fuck (and I insist they did, with the implication from when Quinlan "had seen her by starlight, just her"), but why didn't I think that way with Rhayme and her? Maybe it's because the story never pushed me there. I'd wish it indeed have more to do with I'm aspec than internalized homophobia (that I look down on everyone), but I also think, fucking is literally the hottest thing a heterosexual relationship can do? Every selling point, either be appearance or intellect, leads up to the ultimate goal of reproduction?

But oh my god, space lesbians, beating up pirates, sharing a wine, teasing hairs and finger tips. That's so goddamn romantic

[edit: i know that is an extremely skewered and unfair view, but i’ve met maybe, one, boy on my intellectual level. it’s a game of probability ok]

~~~

Part 2: [26th April, 15:15]

It has been… a month, since I finished Dark Disciple and I feel like it’s time to conclude all the thinking this book has made me do.

On the wider reflection about attachment and the Order, I still have to do more reading on it to form a concrete opinion. This theme won’t be touched on in this post yet, but I cannot shake how intriguing it is to compare “falling” in love to falling to the dark side. The temptation, and the submission to their emotions, the irrationality, the newfound curiosity, it all incites. Very curiously, it was Anakin. Skywalker who commented that one is “blinded by love”

Okay, so what I’ve been scratching my head off the past two weeks is how I look at the romance between Asajj. Ventress and Quinlan. Vos. How would I define it?

Now this is as much as an exploration of how I view romantic relationships. Well, I’ve decided it wasn’t “love”, it was an “affair”. It was an affair because it’s a rush of passion, it’s a secret, it won’t last. Before I chop my own head off for bluntness, I mean it in, of course they are hopelessly in love with each other, that’s the exact premise of why it moved me so. But it wasn’t a complete relationship, wasn’t a healthy, sustainable one by any objective standards. Then, that’s the exact contradiction. Oh to throw caution in the wind with you, or to build a future with you?

Both are things I want a lot, and the ideal is of course one after the other. What quin tress had (in the end) is definitely not something I’d want for myself, but it’s so fantastical, it’s alluring, just like the concept of falling in love - opening up yourself and trusting another person, is - it’s risky. That’s why it’s a sweet, sweet drug.

I’ve been so angry at all the red flags in this relationship. Reading this book, getting into both of their shoes, yelling NO like their best friends. But ultimately, what they had is unique to them and I can’t influence it in any way. Re-reading, I find myself holding myself back at all the places I was furious about going ‘You are smarter than this!’. Because it’s a tragedy, and the beautiful thing is they chose each other (I guess).

The other day something on the dash inspired me to really think about ship dynamics. I, unashamedly admit, I’m VERY into Obi/Quin/Ventress in any and all combinations. *cough* I will not explain further.

Aside, the elephant was I’ve never been in a relationship or felt physically attracted to any person in my life. I suppose that’s a reason it took some time for me to really buy into them more than friends. I do accept the premise and I did discover they share quite a bunch of traits, but it confused me a while what made them cross the boundary, and it was, physical attraction (that the book was selling so hard I was blushing hot). But what really frustrates me, not that I couldn’t invest into two paper people’s love story, but was why my body is governed by hormones so bad. I could say things I wouldn’t dare depending on the day of the month. I have to be honest, I love them both a lot, and I would like to date them both, and I can see myself in either of them. Again comes another contradiction, is it a good thing to have characters so easily projectable, or do I want to see myself in more complex characters like them?

I probably lost quite a few cars stalling this train of thought. This book brought me a lot of emotional upheavals and a lot of food for thought. It brought me down to reflect on my romantic worldview and sexuality because I have nothing better to do. It totally challenged me as a writer and it’s just a really good novel by its right, regardless of the absurdity that is The Clone Wars. It’s a lot of firsts for me. And I really should find something better to do.

[wtfholland]

late night talks with tom☽

a/n: i discovered this band called cigarettes after sex about a year and a half ago and fell in love. honestly, their music is the most calming, mellow, and relaxing stuff i’ve ever heard. i found this playlist that has their music with a couple other songs from different artists, who are just as amazing♥ this also turned out to be a lot longer than i anticipated but OH WELL ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

masterlist♡

request♡

[for dialogue, italic is for y/n and bold is for tom]

listen to this while reading♫

i think we can all agree that everyone gets really honest when they have late night talks

in my opinion, i think it’s one of the most special things you can do with someone

you're laying in your bed, staring up at your ceiling

it’s late and both of your parents are already sleeping

there is nothing that sparked your interest on netflix and you’ve already finished the book that you’ve been reading that week

none of your friends were awake

...except for one

your room is dark except for the beautiful glimmer coming from the fairy lights you have hanging on your headboard

your room is also quiet except for the soft music coming from your laptop (*nudge, nudge* the playlist i linked lel)

the one constant thing that kept grazing your thoughts was tom

his sparkling eyes, enchanting laugh, beautiful smile, fluffy hair and just...everything

just the thought of him made your heart swell and practically beat out of your chest

you’ve considered texting him but you knew he was constantly busy and needed rest after getting back from filming

but your panties got into an extreme bunch so you gave into your hearts demands

a couple seconds after this text, your phone starts buzzing

you waited a couple seconds before answering because you didn’t want to seem desperate (literally fucking me in real life)

“hello?”

“‘ello love.”

“oh, my god! is this the real tom holland? calling me? i am...honoured.”

you hear him laugh softly on the other end and you melt

“oh, shut up. you’re the only super star here, y/n. how are you doing? why couldn’t you sleep?”

“oh, you know, i just couldn’t stop thinking about you. how in love i am with you, how sexually frustrated i am with you AND also how bloody cold it happens to be in my goddamn house” you think

“ehrm, i’ve just been...thinking about a bunch of stuff all day and laying down just kind of made me think about these things even more.”

“really? enlighten me. i’ve been in the same predicament myself for the past few nights.”

you end up bullshitting and telling tom how you have feelings for this one guys who you “work with” but how you’re too chicken shit to make a move or even drop hints that you’re interested

you keep trying to change subject. for a while, you're having a very serious conversation about how insignificant you feel because compared to the rest of the world (actually, the universe) you’re two specs of dust

*as a bonus, watch this and be mind blown*

“right?! like, honestly, i know that harry probably thinks we’re bat shit crazy and just being childish but, there is no way that we are the only forms of life. i’m calling it right now, there are aliens out there.”

“no kidding. when they come to earth, they’ll probably probe harry.”

you both start laughing. tom’s laugh was one of the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard. it sounded better than your favorite song

“so, uh...does your...man of interest believe in aliens?”

“uh, yeah, he actually does! isn’t that awesome?”

“huh, okay then.”

...

“whatta fuckin’ loser.” tom whispers

you’re actually dying on the inside. he’s so...ugh

tom quickly changes the entire mood of the conversation

he starts talking about a fake girl, trying to make you jealous

“hm well, i don’t think i told you yet but there is this one really fit girl who i met not too long ago.”

you immediately feel your stomach drop and your heart shrink

“uh, that’s good...i guess. what’s her name?”

“uh...tracy...lancaster.”

“oh...cool.”

“yeah, she goes to my gym.”

 shit. FUCK. 

in addition, you felt your self esteem crumble because you don’t go to the gym

“there’s no way he’d like me. i knew it. i’m stupid for ever thinking that he could be hiding the fact that he has feelings for me. who am i kidding? he’ll only ever be interested in models or girls who are drop dead gorgeous. not...someone like me.” you thought

you couldn’t be anymore WRONG

spoiler alert: he likes you

he loves you actually, but he’s just as big of a wuss as you are to admit his feelings, in fear that he’ll fuck up your friendship

“so...what does tracy look like?”

“she’s...blonde. and, uh...nice looking...stuff. y’know...the works.”

this bOY

okay, moving on

tom continues to push you to talk about your crush

but you’re ready to crank this thing up a notch AND DESTROY HIS INTEREST IN “TRACY” AHHH (sorry)

so you try to make him jealous now, without knowing that he was already initially jealous

“he just...he treats me extremely well. he understands everything but i know in the back of my head that he’s just being friendly, and that’s what hurts the most. i feel like i’m wasting my time but part of me wants to keep hoping that he possibly feels something for me. but, he’s like...so hot. probably the hottest guy i’ve seen.yeah...he’s, uh...preeeeetty bangin’.”

tom stays quiet for while

you start to notice how everytime you brought something up that you liked about your “work buddy” (WHO IS ACTUALLY TOM), he’d give you shitty responses

“he has pretty eyes.”

“oh, nice”

“he also skateboards, and plays a little bit of guitar.”

“hm, i can do both (sorta).”

HE. IS. SO. OBLIVIOUS. AHHHH.

“he used to take dancing. his hair is super shaggy and lovely. not gonna lie, but i’ve thought of running my fingers thro-”

“he probably dances like he has two left feet. what’s this clown’s name anyways?”

“oh! it’s uh...tyler! tyler nuh..nolan.”

“hmm...that’s basic.”

you becoming more and more confused

“why are you shutting down everything i’m saying about him?”

...

“tom?”

“sorry, love. can you repeat that? i was, uh...distracted.”

“i said why are you shutting him down, like the things i’m telling you about him?

“i’m not?”

“yeah, you kind of are.”

“ugh, whatever...”

...

...

“jerk.”

“brat.”

...

“UGH, do you want me to be honest?”

“yes!”

“i’m dismissing what you’re saying because every single time you’ve ever fancied someone, they’ve always broken your heart. i’ve been here with you through every single heartbreak you’ve endured to pick up the pieces and quite honestly, love...it fucking hurts me to see what they do to you. i’m sorry to be so blunt but you’ve never had the best of luck when it comes to love. i just worry about you, all the time. i don’t want anyone to hurt you, especially not this knob that you’re so flustered over. you’re smart, brilliant i should say. YOUR eyes are pretty, you are so talented, so outgoing, down to earth, kind, absolutely beautiful...you’re so...you.”

yOu ArE qUaKiNg

tom immediately retreats and wants to die because of this sudden outburst

He Is QuAkInG

there is a good 60 seconds of silence

you’re in complete disbelief. the guy who you’ve been in love with for as long as you can remember just made you fall even harder for him (if that was even possible)

“tommy...you think i’m beautiful? you think all that stuff about me?”

“...yeah...i do. i think you’re...the most beautiful girl on the planet. i mean that from the bottom of my heart.”

you feel yourself starting to tear up

this is it. 

this was the perfect time to tell him.

“tom...i...there’s something i need to tell you and i don’t know what you’re going to think after i tell you but...i just want you to know...”

“go ahead, love. tell me. i have something i’d like to tell you to...”

deep bREATHS, y/n

your heart is beating so fucking fast, you think you’ll drop dead right then and there

“here we go.” you thought

there’s no going back now

“i can’t keep hiding this from you...how i feel about you. tom, i...i’m in love with you and i know how stupid that sounds. ‘tyler nolan’ isn’t a real person. i just made him up but i was really just talking about you. you’re my best friend and i never anticipated this to ever happen but, i don’t know what it is about you. you’re honestly one of my favorite people ever; the way you carry yourself, your selflessness, you’re just so perfect, and please don’t try to tell me you’re not. i love everything about you, right down to the flaws you think you have. i...know that you don’t feel the same way towards me but after tonight, i just felt like i should get this off my chest. i can tell you that i’ve felt this way towards you for as long as i can remember. i want to be with you, in every way, shape and form. i love you...thomas stanley holland. so much.”

...

mutha fuggin silence

tom

is

DYING

LIIIIIIIIKE 

😶

XABZNJAUIBDNLAISNI he’s actually ready to drop his pants and marry you

you immediately start freaking out because he’s not saying anything

“tommy...say something, please...”

tom starts tearing up because he’s so happy

“this is a miracle.” he thought

“i fucking love her. oh god, i love her”

“y/n...i lo--”

...

...

“tom?”

...

“hello? tom, are you still there?”

you moved the phone away from your ear and looked at your screen

the damn thing was back on your lock screen

you checked your battery, which now dropped to 43%

then you realized...

hIS FUCKING PHONE MUST’VE DIED

meanwhile

he’s actually freaking the fuck out at his house

“FUCKING HELL!!! SHIT!!!!” 

all of a sudden, he hears banging on his door

“TOM! SHUT UP, YOU’RE SO BLOODY LOUD, YOU WANKER!” he heard sam on the other side of the door 

tom ignores him and frantically tries to look for an extra charger in his room because haz ruined the one he already had

sam pulls open the door

“mate, be quiet! mum can hear you from upstairs. what are you doing? it’s almost two in the morning.” sam whisper-yelled

“y/n just poured her heart out to me on the phone and i need to tell her that i feel the same way she feels but my bloody phone died when i was about to tell her! do you have your charger? can i please borrow it?” tom exclaimed, frantically

“tessa bit mine, i need to get a new one. just ask mum for her’s in the morning. good god, go to sleep.” sam replies, storming out of tom’s room

tom sighs, defeated

he feels terrible about getting cut off because he’s worried about what you’re thinking

YOU ARE FREAKING OUT

you are tossing and turning, trying to figure out what tom was going to say

“i lo...? i love you but in a platonic way? i lost you, did you just say you love me?” you thought

UGH

ain’t nobody wanna wait

you probably got around two hours of sleep that night

finally the next day, your eyes snap open

you scramble to reach for your phone, which is sitting on your bedside table, with your charger hanging out of the bottom

you rip the cord out of your phone and find five texts from tom

thank GOD

you let out a sigh

YOU WERE SO RELIVED THAT HE DIDN’T ACTUALLY JUST HANG UP ON YOU

but like

dafuq

hang on?

HANG ON?

you notice that he sent these over an hour ago

suddenly, you heard a bang coming from outside your room

wTF 

your parent(s) is/are at work and your sibling(s) (if you have any) is/are gone on a school trip

you start freaking out

you quickly tumbled out of bed (your feet get caught on your blankets so you ate shit lel)

scooping yourself off the floor, you slowly but surely pull open your bedroom door

you have 911 dialled into your phone on standby

you tiptoe down the hall and peek your head into each door way of the main floor

nothing

there’s another bang

“the creep must be in the kitchen stealing my food” you thought

you trot over to the kitchen and you shat a brick

fuCKING TOM HAS HIS BACK TURNED TOWARDS YOU

“WHAT THE FUCK???”

he dropped a pan in fear, the metal clanking against the stove loudly

he FUCKING SHRIEKED (if tom shrieking isn’t adorable, then honestly wtf is)

tom whirled around quickly with his hand over his heart, trying to calm his breathing

“bloody hell! i just pissed myself, i didn’t even hear you come in.”

you moved towards him, the memories of your confession began to invade your head again

your knees buckled a little bit underneath you with every step you took but you tried your best to stand your ground, not letting the intimidation get to you

“what are you doing here?”

you look behind him

thAT FUQQIN QT

he was preparing breakfast for the two of you

scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes, breakfast sausage, toast, a bowl of strawberries, freshly squeezed orange juice and of course, the tea you both loved so much

you look back up at him in awe and he’s just smiling down at you

“i’m sorry for all the noise, love. i let myself in with the key you have hidden in the flower pot outside and i, uh...wanted to make you breakfast...”

you are still silent

this is the sweetest thing someone has ever done for you

“and i’m also here to tell you that...”

suddenly, tom was leaning down. his hand cupped your cheek and his arm wrapped around your waist

his lips were mere inches away from yours

instinctively, you placed both your hands on his biceps, holding them as you pushed forward too, closing the space between the both of you

MUTHA FUCKIN FIREWORKS ARE GOING OFF IN YALLS HEADS

of course both of you have kissed other people before but this kiss...

THIS KISS.

lemme tell u sumtin

this was the best friggin kiss either of you have ever had

tom was the first to pull away, but he rested his forehead on yours and chuckled under his breath

“i’m here to tell you that...i love you too. i’m so in love with you. i’ve been waiting ages for you to tell me what you told me last night.”

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing

“oh and, uh...’tracy lancaster’? she isn’t a real person either, just like ‘tyler’.”

your eyes scrunch a little as you giggled from how childish the two of you really are

you bring your arms up and wrap them around his neck, as his snake around your waist

you both stand there, full of content and full of love

“god...i love you, angel. you’re so bloody perfect. thank you for loving me.” tom whispered

the only thing you can think of is

“wowie, i guess i’m not just a spec of dust in this universe after all.”

after a while, you quickly left to brush your teeth and wash up for breakfast

you sit down at the table with tom, the both of you laughing, going over the times you both figured out your feelings towards one another

you both really enjoyed the breakfast

but let’s just say that breakfast wasn’t the only thing tom ate that morning

lol

sorry

kill me

byE

[maynardtrash]

Hurting Pt. 2~Jack Maynard

A/N: this is a part two of an angsty angst imagine i wrote bc i was just getting over a boy who lowkey fucked me up but its life so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. anywayzilz ill link pt 1 here or you can go to my masterlist or not read it at all idc what you do its your life dude this ones a long boi tho sorry guys.

     I prepared myself to be the hottest I could be. I did my hair, wore my favorite skimpy and sexy dress, and my makeup was *snatched*. It was the first time I had gone out in a few months. It was the first time I had gone out since the incident. I didn’t like speaking about it because I would only think about it. I would relive the whole thing over again. I was going to have fun tonight. I was going to be happy again, even if it killed me. I couldn’t waste my time and energy on him. He was no longer in my life and I had to accept that. I had to accept that he wasn’t worth me or my time.

     I grabbed my clutch and joined my friends as we went to grab our Uber. We were going to a club opening and nothing said forgetting a shitty ex like free booze from greasey men trying to get into my pants and me trying to deny them as gently and politely as possible. We showed up to a long line of people dying to get in. But with great friends comes great opportunities. My friend (Y/F/N) was hooking up with the club owner. The bouncer recognized her immediately as he let us passed while we left behind groans and shouting from the queue.

     We were faced with mulitcolored lights, a sea of people, and booming EDM. My friends and I were all pulled to the bar as we squeezed through the crowd. Another friend of mine ordered a round of shots, and they all lifted their glasses to me. “To (Y/N)!” my friend shouted over the music. “Because fuck men and fuck men, amiright!?” We all laughed hysterically at her speech, cheers-ed, then threw them back. We had some more drinks before my group moved to the dance floor. We danced for a bit, grabbed drinks, went back to the dance floor, bought more drinks, and the cycle continued. 

     After what felt like an eternity, I decided it was time to sit down. I didn’t care who’s table I was going to, and neither did my feet. Heels in hand, I climbed into the closest booth to me, sighed in relief, and closed my eyes. “Long time no see, stranger,” a familiar voice shouted at me. My tired eyes fluttered open and laid upon a sight that made them sore. It was my ex boyfriend’s brother, Conor. He was giving me a warm smile, but I had never felt colder. My eyes widened and I began to panic. “Sorry, sorry,” I said, not caring if he heard.

     As I began to get up, I felt myself press against a warm force. I looked up to see a set of familiar blue eyes. Jack looked at me with a mix of sadness, elation, and guilt. “(Y/N), it’s so good to see you,” he said desperately. I said nothing in return, but I made a straight b-line to the bathroom. I ran to a stall and began to dry heave and cry and resort back to square one. “Tonight was supposed to be my night,” I thought to myself. “It was supposed to be my comeback.” Then a light bulb went off. It could still be my night.

     I got up from the ground, flushed, brushed myself off, and went to the mirrors. I touched up my makeup, grabbed a drink, chugged it, then went to the dance floor. I grabbed a random man and began to grind on him. He was getting into it, and I tried. Then I felt a strong hand grab my wrist and pull me away. Before I looked up, we were outside. I picked my head up and looked at my captor. “What the fuck, Jack!?” I screamed as I saw my ex glare at me.

     “I should be asking you that, (Y/N)!” he yelled back.

     “Why!? You’re not my boyfriend anymore! I’m no longer your damsel to save! I’m no longer your issue!”

     “To hell you aren’t! I still love you!”

     “Is that so? Certainly didn’t look that way when you were plowing another girl!” 

     “You don’t think I don’t think about that every god damn day!? You don’t think that’s one of my biggest regrets!?”

     “Then why did you do it, Jack? Why did you cheat on me?” At this point we had drawn a small crowd and I was on the verge of tears. “It’s a shitty excuse,” he grumbled.

     “I don’t care,” I told him. “It kills me even more that I don’t know why you decided to do that.”

     “Because... because you were the first girl I cared about,” he said. “Genuinely. You weren’t just another fuck and chuck. You were different. But then I got scared. I thought you would leave me because I thought karma would bite me in the ass. So I did what I’m best at and I hurt you first. But when I saw that look in your eyes I regret it with all my heart.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Please,” I retorted. 

     “Do you want me to prove it to you?” he asked angrily. I threw my arms in the air, gesturing him to go on his Casanova rant to save his ass and win the girl. “Art museum, food from a food truck, exploring the city we’re doing that in and finding non-touristy things to do. Your perfect date. You want someone to give you grape hyacinths on Valentine’s Day because they’re still beautiful but aren’t typical. You prefer silver over gold because it feels more classic. You think your best angle is your left but I think all angles of you are beautiful. And you hate that I say that because you think I’m lying. I could go on but if I did you would probably try to punch me for doing something as cheesy as this.”

     I was angry, but only because he made me not want to hate him. I wanted nothing more to go tell him to go fuck himself, that I wanted nothing to do with him. Then he said, “Let me have one more chance. Just one. Let me do all those things I should have done the first time.” I began to cry because I felt weak. But I agreed, and his eyes lit up. He rushed over and hugged me, and we started anew.