#his britney spears moment I'm loving that for him

[cannibaled]

my farleigh bf headcanons

i'm having some farleigh brainrot.

semi nsfw!! ☆

ass + thigh man —

starting it off strong. LOVES your ass and thighs. he likes squeezing them or slapping your butt playfully when you're out or just playing around.

cigarette + joint sharing —

def likes holding a cigarette or joint up to your lips and having you smoke from his fingers. definitely loves shotgunning.

pda —

hes not shy about showing you off. this also applies to the first point, because he'll grab your ass at random points, or he likes kissing and making out anywhere. also, he's soft... okay, he likes handholding.

music —

there's def dates where you're studying together or just relaxing and he has on music. and, let's just be frank. he definitely likes britney spears.

size difference —

he uses his bigness to his liking. he likes when you're on his lap, or lay on top of him when you sleep.

sex life —

LOVES giving you head. whether your sitting on his face or lying down, or even sitting on something because just know, he definitely likes fucking at parties, it's a thing. definitely kisses you when you finish. and trust me, he enjoys receiving too. on some days when he's especially stressed or annoyed, smokes a cigarette while you give him head.

pet names —

i feel like most people wouldn't think of him as affectionate, but i feel like he's big on pet names. 'baby' is probably his big one.

i love yous —

he's not shy. commitment is new to him, but you're his girlfriend. he loves you, and he's going to be blunt and say it. if you're not ready to say it back at that moment, it's fine. he can wait.

arguments —

he lets up because you're his girlfriend, but it's in his nature to be a tease. so, his mean streak just got... gentler when you began dating, which i'm sure caused a few arguments. but you guys like testing each other, the push and pull, the chase. to be honest, i hardly doubt he's the type to date someone who just takes it. he likes that you fight back, and put him in his place more often than not.

he's definitely a jealous type of boyfriend too, so that's also a topic for arguments as well.

hopeless —

loves texting you. does it often through class. helps you choose outfits for class, parties, dates. asks you to send pictures of your outfits throughout the week... most of the time uses outfits as a cover up because he likes seeing you.

party life —

likes doing coke from your thigh, back of your hand, collarbone, and valley between your breasts. always holds your drink for you and waits for you outside the bathroom. never lets you leave alone. if he's not with you dancing, he makes sure a mutual friend is or he's close by. likes swapping alcohol when making out.

[libraryraccoon]

"I broke their legs for you"

Summary : their s/o broke the legs of semeone for them.

Request : No

TW : Bad english (english isn't my first language), breaking legs (mentionned), maybe off character/ooc.

SFW

Gender : G/N

Character : Riddle, Leona, Deuce

You were having a bad, really bad day. When the classes was finished, all you wanted to do was to go back to your dorm and sleep for the end of the day. But unfortunately, when you were going back to your dorm, you heard semeone talking about your s/o, and this was your breaking point. So you decide to break their legs. "Don't insult them infront of me." Was the only thing you said before going back to your dorm.

Riddle Roseheart

•"OFF YOUR HEAD"

•You won't have your magic for a long time (three days).

•He will maybe make it less long when he learns you did this for him.

•He don't know what to feel about it.

•He's proud that you defended him, even though it was quite violent.

•But at the same time he's disappointed that you broke his leg without even trying to resolve the problem orally.

•Anyway, he'll try to be more affectionate with you after this.

•I think his love language is quality time, so he will try to stay with you even if it's hard with his Housewarden duties.

•But first he will do speech on "why you shouldn't break someone's leg."

"Why did you break his legs ?!" Ask Riddle a little angry.

"I break his leg because he call you 'a terrible, heartless, housewarden' and more." Said Y/N.

"..." Riddle stay silence a little. "I don't really know what to feel about it, but something is sure... OFF YOUR HEAD !"

Leona Kingscholar

•Chock #1

•His herbivores can fight ? Since when ?? And since when can they break legs ??

•Proud of them.

•He will maybe ask to them to learn him how to break semeone legs without a lot of effort (like his s/o did).

•Ruggie have a little scare of you now that he know you can beat the shit.

•A lot of the Savanaclaw respect you now. Leona is one of them/j

•He will always say to people that if they insult him or talk bad about him, his s/o will beat the shit out of them.

•(you beat the shit out of them every time)

•He can't thank you out loud (because you know, his pride) so he's going to be more affectionate, like holding you like a pillow all day (that's no change from usual, it's just that now he's sleeping ON you, as if you were his bed. He agrees to be the little cuddling only in these moments)

"Huh, Leona, you know i'm not a bed, right ?"

"Yeah, why ?"

"THEN WHY ARE YOU USING ME LIKE IF I WAS ONE ??"

Deuce Spade

•Chock #2

•You break the leg of semeone ?? For him ??

•Error 404

•He didn't know you love him that much.

•Like Riddle, he'll give you a speech about it before giving you a hug and thanking you for doing it.

•He'll never admit it, but he was afraid that you would become like him when he was in middle school, a delinquent.

•He ask to himself if you was a delinquent or a criminal when you was in your world.

•"Mama I'm in love with a criminal"

•"Criminal" by Britney Spears become his favorite song/j

•No, for real he will be so happy.

•Not happy that you broke semeone's legs, but happy that you love him so much that you can break someone's legs for him.

•Try to hide the fact that you break someone's legs at Riddle.

•He will hug you more after that.

"YOU HAVE BROKE SEMEONE'S LEGS ?!" Shouted Deuce in chock.

"But I've done it for you." You said.

"BUT YOU HAVE BROKE SEMEONE'S LEGS !"

"For you."

[sugawhaaa]

hi love how are youuu <3<3

So, as my p1harmony writer of trust, i shall confess that i am in desperate need of jongseob content. And maybe youve already seen this, but this. This makes me *feral*.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3sYJK3voX5/?igsh=MWx1eGFtcG9yNXR3Zw==

I dont know who decided that its a good idea to put im in a crop top and pants like that, but *lord*, they deserve an award. Anyway, you probably know what im hinting at, and in case you dont, man's looking *tasty*

Pls whatever you can come up with is fine i will literally mention you in my will because I am actually deceased right now thank youuuu mwah<3 have a good one and thx for listening to my random jongseob rant byeeeee<3<3

JONGSEOB ONE-SHOT

"I already know how it feels,"

Warnings::none (?)

Genre:: friends to lovers, little bit suggestive

Pairing:: bsf!jongseob x fem!reader

A/N:: sorry this is sooo shorttt it could've been longer but I feel like for this prompt it's quite good.

Request:: hiii I'm good ty ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ thank you for all the compliments (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) and dw I am down bad for Jongseob this era too 👌mwah mwah ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ ur request made my day and I'd listen to your rants any day (╯✧▽✧)╯

You turned off the shower and pushed the curtain aside. You stepped out of the tub and dried off your body and hair. You did some basic skin care like a cleanser, toner, and moisturizer before wrapping your warm towel around your body. Your hair still dripping a bit. You opened the door from your bathroom and walked to the main area of your hotel to see Jongseob. You blushed as you stared at him, water dripping from your hair.

"Sorry..." he says softly with pink cheeks. His brown turtle neck sweater swallowing him. You sigh.

"It's fine," you chuckle and go over to your bedside. Jongseob carefully scoots over to you, his headphones that are wrapped around his neck still playing some Lofi beats. As much as he told himself he had no romantic attraction to you his eyes were still glued to your exposed skin and wet hair which made his heart flutter. You used your handheld mirror to brush out your hair and through it, you could see jongseobs curious and filthy eyes.

"You see something?" You said in a teasingly seductive tone.

"N-No!" Jongseob jumped and looked away. You giggled at him with a smile.

"Are you sure~" you teased further as you leaned closer to him, putting your mirror down. At first he looked away from you but after a moment he looked back at you. His eyes went from your face to your chest and a twinkle could be seen in them. "Don't act like I didn't see that little glance and smirk!" You say as you hit him.

"Hey! It was just a second," he tried to justify himself as he moved away from your violent hands. You laughed.

"How would you feel if I stared at your private parts?!" You crossed your arms jokingly.

"I already know how it feels," he said with a light smirk. Your heart paused before you realized what he meant. Now what do you say? I mean it was just because of your curiosity and to be honest, sometimes you just couldn't help it because I mean it's pretty uh prominent... "You're blushing," he teased as his hands crept closer to you.

You stammered as you tried to come up with some excuse or explanation. His fingers walked up your arm slowly. "Yesterday when we were at the hotel pool, the day before that at the food court in the mall, the day before that when we were on the car drive to our trip your eyes were just so glued to..." he chuckled as his headphones played Britney spears quietly. Your face may as well be pure red. You shook your head but Jongseob grabbed your chin and kissed you. "We're leaving in twenty minutes to go to the buffet. Be ready," he smiled before standing up and heading to the door. Leaving you a flustered and confused mess, your heart racing...

Meanwhile, Jongseob outside your room was having a panic attack. Did he say too much? Did he cross the line? Did he touch you uncomfortably? Was he being too cocky? Oh he was just freaking out.

[seasonsbloom]

all the love (under a mistletoe) . benedict bridgerton

pairing ; benedict bridgerton x female!reader

synopsis ; modern!au. you have been in love with your best friend's older brother for years. on Christmas eve, things finally come to a head.

wc ; 6k

warnings ; explicit lanugage, some allusions to reader having a shitty family, christmas angst, pining, one mention of margaret thatcher

note: i'm not british (english isn't even my first language) so pls excuse any inaccuracies in any slang etc etc... also this was supposed to be a smutty thing and no instead it's exclusively tooth-rotting fluff so I'd like to apologize.... merry Christmas??? if anybody does want a steamy part two... well, hit me up I guess!

i stole the title from britney spears' my only wish (this year)!

You never thought something like Christmas at Aubrey Hall could exist outside the hour-and-a-half runtime of Hallmark movies. They've got it all - the stockings above the merrily crackling fireplace, the Christmas crackers twinkling on a long table, the boughs of holly climbing up doorways. It's like a Selfridges on the 21st of December just vomited all over the place.

"Seriously," you say, blinking in a mixture of awe and fear, "how big is this thing?"

Eloise, much more accustomed to her family's display of wealth and Bridgerton harmony, shrugs without looking away from her phone screen. "No idea. Benedict is like 6 feet, and that thing is twice his size, so, like… 12 feet? I don't know, it's Christmas. You do the math."

She turns away, still glued to an Instagram page plastered with pink graphics informing about various social issues in carefully-designed typography, and leaves you standing alone in the entrance hall. If you didn't like the Bridgertons so much, you'd be the first to say their Christmas tree is obnoxious. It's a ridiculous thing, wide enough to commandeer half the room. It's covered top to bottom in tinsel, dark blue ornaments dangling from every branch and reflecting the light until the thing looks less than a tree and more like a hallucination one might have two hours into an LSD trip.

The London townhouse you've crashed at more than once after a night on the town gone to shambles is impressive enough, but the Brdigerton's ancestral home in the countryside is a whole other beast. From the sprawling gardens to the sheer endless rooms, from the stucco ceilings to the servant stairs, from the life-size portraits of nineteenth-century family members to the white marble busts, you half expect a tourist group to round the corner at any moment. You're pretty sure you saw a hedge maze on your way in.

Sure, you've known your college best friend Eloise Bridgerton was loaded, but you didn't expect this. Then again, her sister is married to a Duke and shows up on the Sun's front page semi-regularly, so maybe this one was on you.

"So what do we think? Sufficiently Christmas-y or too much?"

You sink your teeth into the tail-end of a scream, letting out a strangled sound instead. Benedict Bridgerton really is six foot tall, and fuck him for that. Couldn't he at least have been some sensible height? Five reasonable feet and seven nice inches? Has he got to be perfect? Has he got to be the six feet you've been dreaming about for the past four years in increasingly more frenzied fashions? 

He stands with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, with his hair tousled and his face relaxed into the same friendly, good-natured smile he always gives you.

"Uh… What?" Immediately, you curse your lack of eloquence. And earlier on the ride over, you'd sworn to yourself that, for once, you wouldn't act like an actual idiot in front of him.

Benedict, grinning, points forward. "The tree."

"Oh." You crane your neck back to look at the star mounted to the top, floating somewhere above the marble railing hugging the walkway to the second floor. "Well. It's very… big."

Benedict chuckles. "Yeah, I agree. I did tell Mom it was excessive, but she insisted. I'm pretty sure Hyacinth would mutiny if she ordered anything under ten feet."

You hum, faintly wondering what it must feel like to get a tree, let alone one big enough to get put up in front of the Rockefeller center. "Hyacinth can be pretty persuasive," you acquiesce, thinking with a shudder of the time the prepubescent girl stared you down until you gave her your brand-new Charlotte Tillbury lipstick. Sort of like being bullied out of your lunch money.

"You can say that again." 

Benedict falls silent, and for a moment, you just stand there, side by side, staring up at the tree. Dean Martin drifts over from the dining room. Your stomach is on the most terrifying rollercoaster ride of its life. 

Then, out of nowhere, Benedict says, "You're wet, by the way."

"I…" You splutter. "What?"

He nods down toward the floor. "Your shoes, I mean. You're soaking the rug."

You follow the line of his eyes down to your boots, still caked in the snow and sludge you drudged up on the way up the ten-mile-long driveway. A grey puddle has accumulated around you.

"Bugger," you mutter. "Eloise did say I could leave the shoes on…."

A conspiratorial grin crosses Benedict's face. He says, "Remember when you and El caught me smoking that joint in the study? I won't tell if you won't."

This is the thing: Worse than Benedict's six feet, worse than his messy hair and blue eyes and dimples, worse than all of that, is that he's actually nice. A genuinely good guy who talks to you like you're more than just his little sister's best friend, more than the annoying girl that gets invited to family holidays because her home life isn't the best, who moons over him at every turn. That's the thing that keeps you hoping, stubbornly, stupidly.

"Maybe you should go change for dinner," he suggests. "I'll take your suitcase up for you."

"You don't have to!" you protest, even as he's already bending over to retrieve it, even as you're secretly glad you won't have to try and lug that thing up all those stairs yourself.

"It's fine." Benedict waves you away, then tests the weight of the suitcase. "Jesus. I thought you were only staying for three days. What the hell did you pack in here?"

The sight of your bedroom floor at home, every inch covered with discarded clothes and toiletries and last-minute Christmas present purchases, overcomes you like a war flashback. "Uh… Books," you say, falling into step beside him as you climb the stairs together. "I brought a lot of books."

If Benedict knows you're one of the worst liars in England, he doesn't let it on. Instead, he hums Wham! 's greatest hit while ascending the stairs two steps at a time. You try your best not to stare at his butt when he overtakes you and focus instead on the plush velvet carpet and the actual footsteps you leave on it, cringing.

You follow him down a long corridor, past decorative Chinese-style vases filled with out-of-season greenhouse flowers. "This is your room," Benedict says, pushing the door at the end of the hall, somewhat separate from the others, open with his hip. "Eloise is just down the hall."

Like everything else in Aubrey Hall, the room is so tasteful you're scared to touch anything. Held exclusively in shades of pastels, in the softest blues, pinks, and creams, a huge four-poster bed is pushed to one wall, flanked on both sides by nightstands. The opposite side of the room is covered in floor-to-ceiling French windows that offer a spectacular view of the grounds, powdered with snow. Somebody lit a fire in here too, and above the mantle…

"Oh, God," you squeak, staring at a huge oil painting depicting perhaps the most miserable-looking man you have ever seen. Margaret Thatcher and her iron lady posturings have nothing on this bloke.

"Right, that's Uncle Barnaby." Benedict deposits your suitcase on a stuffed armchair. "Us kids just call him Uncle Fester."

"Yeah," you say slowly. "That checks out."

Benedict laughs. "Sorry, you got stuck in this one. All the other guest rooms are in the West wing, and Mom figured you'd be more comfortable not being that far away from everybody else."

The West wing. You get the sudden, spectacular image of yourself in an ankle-length lace nightgown wandering down stone hallways with nothing to light the way but a single, flickering candle. If you can fantasize about Gothic romances set in your own home, you decide, you should start thinking about downsizing.

"Right." Benedict runs a hand through his hair, and you track the movement, watching the muscles rippling in his forearm. He's wearing a grey cashmere sweater, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The sight could make a stronger woman swoon. "I'll let you get settled in."

You don't want him to leave. All your time spent with Benedict is stolen, clipped, bookended by family dinners, or movie nights with his sister. The closest you've ever gotten to him was when you all crowded into the back of a cab on your way to a club, his thigh pressed against your own and his arm awkwardly angled somewhere behind your neck. Just half an inch of space between you, but your ribcage cracked open like somebody wedged a crowbar in there.

"Where are you sleeping?" It's a desperate attempt to prolong the moment, to keep him in this room alone with you for just a little longer, and you regret the question the moment it's out. Either he now thinks you're a stalker or, even worse, that you're secretly trying to draw up a layout plan of the estate to prepare for your inevitable heist. You wouldn't be surprised if there were several million pounds in cash stashed in a vault somewhere in Aubrey Hall, and rent in London has reached astronomic heights. Who could blame you for indulging?

But Benedict doesn't look concerned. Instead, he pauses just a step or two from you, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours, and answers, "I'm right next door. Just knock if you need help with anything."

For a split second, Benedict's hand finds the curve of your spine, fingertips pressing through the thick knit sweater and painting a shiver down your back. It goes through you like a bolt of lightning.

Then he draws back as if nothing happened, gives you a crooked, curling smile, and leaves, pulling the door shut behind him.

You drop down onto the mattress with a groan, bury your face in the 400-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets, and pretend you're not actively trying to strangle yourself. 

"Well," you mumble, voice muffled by the pillowcase, "Happy Christmas to me."

+

Christmas dinner with the Bridgertons is a bizarre experience. Everybody talks over each other, Hyacinth and Gregory chuck spoonfuls of peas at each other, Colin spills a whole ladle of gravy across the tablecloth, Anthony and his wife Kate spend half the meal whispering to each other and the other half stealing kisses, Eloise starts debating politics with Simon (who isn't half as stuffy as you expected a duke to be) at the top of her lungs, and Benedict drinks at least five glasses of sparkling wine before his mother takes the bottle from him.

You watch the whole thing with a feeling in your stomach like a bullet wound.

After a dessert of indefinable mush Hyacinth swore up and down was her homemade plum pudding, you move to a large sitting room. There is a second tree in here, this one a little less obnoxious and covered in homemade ornaments, the exploits of eight children and countless pre-Christmas arts and crafts sessions. The crackling fire paints flushes into the family's cheeks and gives the whole room a homey, rustic atmosphere that seems at odds with the overall elegance of the house.

Everybody is allowed to open one present. You think you see the instantaneous regret on Violet Bridgerton's face when her youngest son unpacks his new portable speakers with a whoop of joy loud enough to bust several eardrums. Watching the pandemonium unfold before you, you sit squished into a corner of the sofa beside Eloise, your hands trapped under your thighs, and try not to feel out of place.

Maybe this was a mistake, you think to yourself. Maybe you shouldn't have intruded on a family holiday as you are, regardless of Eloise's invitation. It must have been a pity thing anyway, what with you saying you were just going to stay in London for Christmas, in your shitty flat with the broken radiator and the leaking pipes. You pretty much guilt-tripped her into that by mentioning the frozen curry you were planning to get from the Tesco frozen section, now that you think about it, and God, you were definitely forcing yourself on them, weren't you, and they were all just way too nice to mention it and…

"Here," Violet's voice tears you from the downward rollercoaster ride about to plunge neck-deep into the pond of anxiety. "Merry Christmas."

She places a flat present in your lap, wrapped in deer-print paper. 

"Oh," you say softly, and your chest feels tight like somebody is pulling a cord taut around it, "you didn't have to…."

"It's just a little thing." Violet has the kind of smile so warm you suspect it could melt ice cubes within seconds. "We're so happy to have you for Christmas."

You feel self-conscious as you unwrap the present, aware of all eyes on you. The paper reveals a picture frame, simple yet tasteful dark wood that feels smooth and supple against your skin. Behind the glass is a watercolor painting, a study of a tulip. The pink petals seem almost life-like in their detail as if a drop of dew should drip off the edge and roll down the picture any moment. You can practically feel it, wet and cold against your fingertip.

"Eloise said you're very fond of flowers. I thought you might find a place for it in your room."

For a head-spinning, gut-wrenching moment, you think you're going to cry. "I… thank you," you choke out. "It's… lovely."

Violet smiles and pats your hand. "It wouldn't be Christmas without a present. You didn't think we'd forget you, did you?"

They move on to Colin, who tears at his wrapping paper with such eagerness he gets a papercut, but you feel stuck. There is a lump in your throat, and you clutch the picture too tightly. Somehow, you realize, you did think they'd forget you. Only that's not really right. To forget you, they'd have to think about you first, and you can't imagine any of the Bridgertons wasting a single thought on you, apart maybe from Eloise. Sure, you spend more time at their house than in your own flat, but that doesn't mean anything, does it? It's not like your own family misses you much this Christmas. You've gotten more than used to being invisible.

"I want this one," Benedict says and, to your horror, lifts one of the presents you left there earlier. "I like the sustainable vibe."

Feeling obliged to get presents for everyone, you'd spent yesterday running through a department store for at least three hours. Mostly it's boxes of chocolates and a book for Eloise, stuff that diminished your already meager savings more acutely than you'd planned for. And then it had come time to choose something for Benedict, and you'd spent an embarrassing amount of time agonizing over possible presents. By the time you'd made it home, only to realize you'd forgotten to get wrapping paper, all the stores were closed. So you'd wrapped everything in the newspaper the ancient couple living next door hadn't picked up off their welcome mat yet. They're in Cardiff visiting her sister for the holiday, and you're supposed to be watering their plants while they're gone. Which is a task that might be a bit hard to accomplish, seeing as you're currently several hours outside of London. 

"Oh, that's… that's mine," you pipe up, then immediately clear your throat. You've somehow managed to sound like a cartoon mouse. An especially squeaky, pathetic cartoon mouse.

Benedict glances at you, gives you a smile he most certainly inherited from his mother, and says, "Perfect."

Whatever that's supposed to mean.

He has a similar approach to unwrapping presents as his younger brother, but at least he doesn't injure himself in the process. As you watch him, your heart beats somewhere in your throat. Suddenly you're right back where Violet picked you up, on the verge of anxiety about to perform one of history's most spectacular dives.

It might be dramatic to say that your whole life depends on whether your best friend's older brother likes the gift you picked out for him, but apparently, that's where you are now. In the most pathetic turn of events of all time, you're pretty sure the trajectory of your future hinges on this moment.

The improvised wrapping paper floats to the carpet like that plastic bag Katy Perry immortalized in her magnum opus Firework. For a moment, Benedict says nothing, staring at the gift in his hand.

"I can… If you don't like it, I can just return it," you say, even as you start frantically searching your memory for where in the world you put that receipt. Your heart is pumping blood through your veins at a pace that makes you dizzy. "It's not a big deal. It's fine, it was…."

Benedict holds the box of watercolours in front of his chest like some sacred artefact. He opens the lid and peers inside, examining the different shades wordlessly. Then he closes it, looks up, and right at you. A beat passes with him just looking at you, with your heart fluttering its feathery wings against the cage of your teeth, with you squirming in the spot. And then Benedict smiles, wide and bright and honest. "I love it," he says, "thank you. It's fantastic."

Your chest caves in.

"Oh," you whisper, half deaf over the rushing of blood in your ears. "Okay. Cool."

For a second, it looks like Benedict will say something else, like there are words forming on the tip of his tongue, and you feel like you're clinging to a cliff's edge by the tips of your nails. But then Hyacinth pulls the box from his hands to look at the paint, to run her fingers over the shades, and the moment passes.

If somebody asked you later, you wouldn't be able to tell them how the rest of the unwrapping goes. It's all a blur, a mirage of different exclamation and laughter and more or less well-thought-out presents that passes in front of you like a supercut, all of it accompanied by a playlist consisting mainly of Mariah Carey and Michael Bublé. You stay in your spot on the couch, still sitting on your hands, trying not to think about the way Benedict looked at you. Trying not to dream.

When the younger kids rope Colin and Anthony into a game of charades that requires an exorbitant amount of physical movement, you help the others clean up the abandoned shambles of the dinner table. Benedict is doing the dishes in the kitchen when you enter carrying a pale of plates so high you see nothing but the dried gravy Jackson Pollock sprinkled all across the edges.

"Careful." Benedict's fingers brush yours as he takes the plates from you and places them gingerly on the countertop.

"Thanks," you mutter, then spend just one second staring at the broad expanse of his back, holding your hands uselessly in front of you, before turning back toward the dining room, intent on finding something else to occupy yourself with.

Benedict's voice stops you. "Do you want to help me?"

You whirl on your heel embarrassingly fast, clearing your throat when you find him smiling at you. "Uhm. Sure."

He nods toward a dish towel on a rack and asks, "I wash, you dry?"

"Yeah. Sounds amazing." For a second, you genuinely consider slamming your head into one of the kitchen cabinets. Since when has drying dishes ever sounded amazing?

Benedict gives no indication that he thinks you might be the weirdest girl he's ever met, though, so you take that as consolation. He's rolled up the sleeves of his dark blue button-down again, his arms elbow-deep in the sudsy water of the sink, and you pretend not to notice the droplets running down his skin. Outside the window, snow falls in thick ribbons, covering more of the grounds. The faint sound of the Bridgertons enjoying themselves drifts into the kitchen's silence.

You accept the pan he was washing and start running your towel over it. A wet stain soaks into your dress where you press the Teflon-coated edge to your stomach.

"We can put the plates in the dishwasher later," Benedict says, filling the silence gaping like a canyon. "But I think the big stuff we should do by hand. Pots and pans and all that."

Unsure how to answer, you nod. Your mind is whirling, reeling, somersaulting. For so long, you've wanted to be alone with Benedict, have imagined it, dreamed it, conjured it up in your mind. And now here you are, and you can't seem to open your mouth. And it's not even like you have nothing to say, quite the opposite. You have so much to say you don't know where to start.

Like: You look great in that shirt. I hope you like my present. I think you're a great artist. If the Torys keep passing that PM cap around instead of letting us vote, I'm going to scream. I think capybaras are criminally underrated, and I'm glad they're having their moment on social media. How do you feel about turnips? I might have been half in love with you since the first time I met you.

Benedict, putting an end to your spiral, says, "It can be a lot, right?"

"Sorry?"

"The whole thing." He jerks his head in the direction of the dining room, an indulgent smile on his face that tells you all you need to know about Benedict's feelings for his family. "The whole Bridgerton Christmas chaos."

You shrug, lowering your head so he can't see your face, can't see whatever emotion might betray you. "I like it."

"Even Hyacinth's plum pudding? I think that could pass for a murder weapon."

"Yeah," you say, and find that your voice is much too sincere. "Even that. It's not… I've never had this." You cut yourself off immediately, not even sure why you said it in the first place. It's much too easy to be honest with Benedict, and it scares you in ways you can't describe.

"What do you mean?"

It feels like an impossible task to look at him, so you don't. You're too afraid of what you'll find - pity, maybe, or incomprehension. How could someone like Benedict possibly ever understand?

If you turn on a TV around Christmas time and watch a commercial or a movie, if you walk down a shopping street and look at the advertisements playing on screens or smiling from posters, if you pick up a holiday-themed novel, there is a certain feeling being sold to you: of warmth and joy and community. Of smiling grandparents and colorful sweaters. Of presents heaping like molehills beneath gleaming trees. Of roasts and mashed potatoes and peas and carrots and Christmas puddings and beaming families devouring them in perfect harmony. It's the same feeling you encountered right here in this house, in the perfect rooms populated with perfect Bridgertons. In those images, people are always happy.

Christmas, to you, has always been terrifying.

"It's not…." You hesitate. "In my family," you say finally, and hope your voice sounds steadier than it feels, "it's never been good. It was just a lot of yelling, and… I've never had this. The laughing together and enjoying each other's company and all that stuff. The love. And I… I look at it, and I can tell, you see? That it's just so normal to you guys, I think maybe you don't even notice it. But I do. And it just… it doesn't really seem fair."

You don't wait for an answer, instead turning away from him in a way you hope makes it clear that this is not an avenue of conversation you want to pursue. It's like you've just stripped yourself bare in front of him, exposed yourself to his ridicule and his gaze under the unforgiving kitchen lights. It's like you have handed him a map to the innermost parts of yourself. All those ugly, pathetic parts you've spent your life hiding.

Benedict seems to understand because the next thing he says is, "Thank you again for the present."

For a beat, you close your eyes. There, you think. You've got what you wanted. He's ignoring it. He's looking away.

You chance a glance at his side profile, at the furrow between his brows as he scrubs at a particularly stubborn bit of charred carrot sticking to the pot. "You're welcome," you answer. "I'm glad you didn't think it was shitty."

"Why would I think that? It's perfect." When you chuckle, shrug, when the self-deprecating note sneaks into the sound, Benedict ceases his scrubbing to look at you. "I mean it. It's really special."

"It's not even…." You hesitate, wondering if maybe you're fishing for compliments here. Whatever, the validation feels nice, and Benedict seems willing to give it to you, even if he probably finds you annoying. "It's not even a very creative gift. All things considered, you know?"

Everybody knows Benedict likes painting, even though there was some botched stint with the Academy a few years back. He eventually dropped out, but you don't think his aspirations changed.

He shrugs and turns back to the pot. "It is to me. My family all seem to think I'm not serious about the whole art thing, so it's nice to be acknowledged. It doesn't happen that often."

You pause to glance at him. Thrown into relief by the golden spill of the light, bracketed on one side by the winter night, for a moment, he's so pretty you feel your stomach clench. 

"But you're so…" You break off, swallowing. Your mouth is so dry your tongue sticks to the roof. "Everybody sees you."

"What do you mean?" Benedict looks at you with real confusion scrunching up his face, and you feel almost stupid.

Helplessly, you shrug, dry the last drops of water off the pan, and put it down on the counter. "Just… People always notice you, you know? When you enter a room or when you go somewhere. I just thought… I thought you must feel really acknowledged. Like all of the time. I don't know."

Your heart is beating so furiously that you wonder if he can hear it. Embarrassment leaves a bitter taste on your tongue as the words escape you. Now he really should file a restraining order, you think. It would be perfectly justified, with you exposing just how much attention you've been paying to everything he does. God, you're a freak, aren't you?

When he smiles at you, there's something sad to the expression. "I've noticed," he says, forming the words carefully, "that what most people acknowledge about me is my family. But that's not the same as acknowledging me. That's not the same as seeing me."

For a moment, you imagine what it must be like. There was such warmth in that room earlier, such joy and love, but there were so many people, too. All of them loud and charming and lovely. All of them wonderful. All of them captivating in their own way. How easy must it be to get swallowed up by the sheer force of all of them? How easy must it be to feel passed over as the second of eight children, always surpassed by somebody else? Always somebody cleverer or funnier or more lovable? Sometimes, you think, it must be a lonely thing to never be alone. Sometimes, you think, he must feel invisible.

"I do," you say, and your face feels hot, your voice sounds far away, your palms are sweaty. "I see you."

Something in Benedict's gaze changes, something transforms, and then he whispers your name, holds it in his mouth like something precious. "I think you…." He swallows, and his eyes rake over your face as if he's searching for something, as if he's hoping for something, and finally, he pushes on, his voice as uncertain as you feel, "I think there's so much more here than you realize. Because I do, too. I see you. And I know you're lonely, and I know you're scared, maybe even as scared as I am, but I think... I think maybe you don't have to be."

It's like being on a frozen lake, right in the middle, side by side, moving step by step, nothing solid in the world but his hand in yours.

He takes a step closer to you at the same time that you move forward, his hip bumping yours, his gaze on your mouth, his knuckles knocking against yours, your breaths hitched, your hands shaking, your head spinning…

"I've got more dishes," Kate chirps, stepping into the kitchen. Immediately, you and Benedict jump apart. You busy yourself with drying the pot furiously as he accepts the new pile of tableware, eyes on anything but you. Then, completely ignoring her brother-in-law, Kate wraps an arm around your shoulder and leads you away. "I'm supposed to tell you guests don't have to do dishes. And that's coming from the hostess herself."

If Kate noticed anything off between you two, she doesn't comment. But you could swear you see her casting a long, searching look at you when she deposits you on the couch.

You spend a little longer enjoying the overall Christmas charm of the night. You and Eloise pull apart a cracker together, put the paper crowns on each other's heads, and sit on the rug by the fireplace for hours, chatting, ignoring the general mess around you. When Violet starts making people sing Christmas songs whether they want to or not, you excuse yourself. You've been hiding yawns in the crook of your elbow for the past half hour anyway.

On his way back in from the bathroom, Benedict almost bumps into you in the doorway.

"Oh," he says, steadying you with a hand on your shoulder, and then you both say sorry simultaneously. By now, the eggnog and the absolute shame of whatever passed between you in the kitchen have caught up to you and you giggle like a school girl, staring at the bit of skin exposed where his shirt is unbuttoned.

"Off to bed?" Benedict asks. His voice is gentle enough that, for a moment, the yearning resonates somewhere in your bones.

You nod. "I'm tired."

"Okay." It might be wishful thinking, but he sounds almost disappointed to your ears. "Sleep well, yeah?"

It's definitely wishful thinking. Right?

"Hey, Ben!" You glance over your shoulder to find Hyacinth grinning at the two of you with something in her eyes you can only describe as the glint of the devil. A dawning sense of horror sends a shiver down your spine. "You're, like, right under the mistletoe, you realize that, yeah?"

Following the line pointed out by her finger with your eyes, you feel the dread pooling in your stomach. And lo and behold, above your eyes, fixed to the doorway, is an unassuming twig of mistletoe.

Have you mentioned that you feel like you're in a Hallmark movie? One with an exceptionally uncreative screenwriter?

When you finally tear your wide eyes away from the mistletoe, feeling helpless, you find Benedict already looking at you. "Ignore her," he says, smiling the smile of the long-suffering. "Hyacinth just wants to stir up trouble. It's fine, nobody's going to make us…."

"Well." From her perch on the arm of Anthony's chair, a saint-like expression on her face, Kate looks once from you to Benedict. "It is tradition."

And then, to your horror, she winks at you. Your stomach plummets down to your feet.

Benedict stares at Kate like she just told him she thinks the moon landing was faked. "I… I don't think…."

Anthony, after exchanging some private glance probably only decipherable to spouses, shrugs and leans back in his chair. "I agree," he says. "It is tradition."

"And a very nice tradition, too," Daphne affirms, crossing her legs and taking a dainty sip from her wine glass. No wonder not even the gossip columns ever have anything bad to say about her. She's perfect. "It would be a shame to let that opportunity go to waste."

With a look on his face you can describe only as aghast, Benedict turns to you. “I… uhm… Is it… okay?"

If you lived in the nineteenth century, you'd be asking a servant to bring you your smelling salts by now. Slowly, you nod, even though you're so dizzy, you're not sure you don't completely mess up the movement. "It… it's fine, yeah," you agree.

Benedict's hand finds the side of your face. You're so aware of all the eyes on you that, for a moment, you think you might be sick all over Benedict's shoes. He's so close you can feel his breath on your face and smell his cologne. Your toes are going numb.

"You sure?" he mumbles, leaning even closer, only an inch separating you. He has very kind eyes. If you said no now, you know he wouldn't even be mad.

Beyond words, beyond any thought past oh god I can't believe this is really happening oh dear god he's about to kiss me, you just nod. 

"Oh, for god's sake!" That's Simon. "Just kiss the girl and be done with it, Benedict."

So he does. It's little more than a quick press of dry mouth to dry mouth, but your heart almost beats out of your chest. You feel his fingers tighten against the side of your face, feel his slightly-chapped lips, taste the eggnog and the chocolate and the wine. Then, when he pulls away, just for a beat, he lingers, his exhale a gasp, and for that instant, it's like you're the last two people on the planet, like he's the only thing that matters, like nothing existed before you and nothing will after you're gone. Suspended in time.

"Great!" Eloise calls, throwing her hands into the air. "First, Colin starts going out with Penelope, and now Benedict is snogging you. Will you people ever leave my friends alone?"

A collective burst of laughter travels through the room, and then the chattering returns, the paused music resumes, and you stand there, unsure what to do with yourself, unsure how to continue on when it feels like the whole world just shifted an inch to the left and nothing is where it's supposed to be anymore.

Benedict's hand is solid against the small of your back. "Will you… will you stay a little longer?" he asks, his voice hesitant.

It doesn't sound like he just means tonight. You don't think he just means tonight.

You swallow, exhale a shaky breath. And then you say, keeping your eyes on nothing but him, "Yeah. I'll stay."

Benedict beams. It's a sight that lights up his whole face, rivaling that ridiculous Christmas tree out in the Bridgerton's entrance hall. "Lovely," he says. For a beat, his eyes flicker back to your mouth, but then he just grins. "Merry Christmas."

You can't help it - you laugh. There's relief in the sound, the kind you haven't felt in a long, long time. Here, with the fire crackling and Gregory and Francesca delivering what could perhaps be the worst rendition of All I Want for Christmas Is You the world has ever known, it feels a little like maybe, just maybe, being seen isn't half as scary as you thought it was.

"Yeah," you agree and slide your fingers into the spaces between his. "Merry Christmas, Benedict."

You never thought something like Christmas at Aubrey Hall could exist outside the hour-and-a-half runtime of Hallmark movies. But, God, are you happy you were wrong.

[littledemondani]

Hello it's me, your fuckboy!Eddie anon again! I'm feeling soft and silly and the holiday vibes are getting to me and I had a thought

You know Britney Spears' My Only Wish (This Year)? Imagine like going out with your friends and Eddie happened to be there too because you have mutual friends, and that song came on the karaoke or something and you were dared to come up on stage to sing it lmao

So of course you did, because fuck it it sounded fun and you were drunk lol and can you imagine how Eddie would react if you point at him while singing the song 😭😭😭😭😭 like you're just being cute and silly and drunk and singing TO HIM SODHSKDHSJD OK BYE

oh my god this idea is so fucking cute 😭😭

he’s drunk too and all of his reservations are entirely gone at that point. he sees you up there singing and being overall adorable and his heart flutters and his cheeks turn a soft shade of pink.

when you finish, he takes you by the hand and pulls you into him. resting his free hand on your waist. he’s all smiles and looking at you like you hung the moon.

“that was quite the performance,” he says in a teasing manner.

“did you like it?” you giggle. you might not realize it in that moment due to the alcohol, but your own heart is racing and you feel slightly bashful.

“like it? sweetheart, i loved every minute of it,” he says while gently swiping at the tip of your nose. “you were so cute up there.”

you playfully roll your eyes at him. “yeah, okay casanova.”

[crystalofmoon19]

Radar - Striker x Female Imp Reader

I don't think you know (know) I'm checking you so hot, so hot Wonder if you know you're on my radar On my radar. On my radar. Radar - Britney Spears.

You were invited to a family reunion by your family on the other side of the ring of Wrath, you love living with your family but you also liked to walk around, that is why your relatives made the preparations. You decided to take a walk to distract yourself.

It's like that when you noticed that a rodeo was taking place, it seemed to be some kind of horse competition, you hadn't seen an event like that since you were a child. So you decided to go see that rodeo, just out of curiosity and fun.

You didn't regret doing it, it was really very exciting to see how the competitors tamed their infernal horses, you also liked these last horses with their powerful flames. You enjoyed watching the event like never before, when you were about to leave, that's when you heard the presenter's voice.

"And we introduce our latest competitor, STRIKER!"

Your gaze went to the competitor who appeared riding his hellish horse, he did not seem to be like any other imp you had seen before, he had the typical features of the males of the species such as white hair and ringed horns but beyond that his Its skin was paler than the reddish skin of the imps and it had green eyes that had a look reminiscent of a reptile and its tail was covered in what appeared to be spikes.

"A snake?" You said out loud when you concluded that it could be a hybrid.

The cowboy, despite being focused on the competition, seemed to hear your voice as his eyes shifted to you for a moment and you were surprised as you quickly tried to cover your obvious blush with your fan.

You never liked snakes, you always considered them to be a bad omen because they were poisonous and could do harm, but you couldn't deny that Striker was too attractive for your own good.

He had an interesting sense of style, a million-dollar smile, and you thought maybe you could handle that animal in the sack.

You shook your head as you saw how lustful your thoughts were for that rattlesnake demon, even though you were attracted to him and couldn't take your eyes off him, you knew he couldn't be trusted.

Your feminine intuition told you that Striker couldn't be trusted, after all he was still a snake and snakes can never mean anything good, and you weren't wrong because you saw him cheating in the competition and he proved to be very arrogant. He was definitely not trustworthy.

"Vil víbora." You said loudly and it seemed like Striker heard you but he didn't understand what you said. You had Latin/Hispanic roots after all and you didn't mind speaking in Spanish, on the contrary you like to speak your native language, so you did well to speak in Spanish so that the people around you wouldn't understand what you said.

However, you couldn't take your eyes off Striker, he was too handsome to ignore and even though he was a cheater he also competed well, you could tell that he already had experience in that. It was no surprise that he won the competition and you really applauded the rattlesnake demon's victory, and this time you felt his predatory gaze directed towards you, you felt like your heart was racing for now at that minimal reaction.

The sensation felt like he was a real rattlesnake stalking its prey, you felt scared by that sensation, but at the same time you liked it.

You watched as Striker claimed the prize of victory from him and he once again directed his deadly gaze at you, you only thought to look away from him, and before you could do anything you heard your father's voice calling you.

"Y/N, mija, let 's eat!"

Your father's voice was like angelic choirs to you and you immediately went to him. Thinking that maybe this way you could get rid of the rattlesnake demon, it was a strange duality that generated you, since on the one hand you knew that he was not going to do anything good for you and yet you wanted to be able to meet him, perhaps approaching Striker would be like trying tame. to a beast; It could be dangerous yes, but if you take that risk you might be able to tame it.

Striker was definitely giving you a lot of emotions and you immediately knew that despite everything, you couldn't stay away from Striker, after all he was on your radar.

[rqgnarok]

if requests are open, can i request jamie having a lightbulb moment realizing he’s into a male reader who’s very obviously shy/in love with jamie please? it doesn’t have to be that he realizes he likes guys but it could be? if you’re uncomfortable writing mlm relationships you can completely ignore this! no pressure ^_^ thank you!!

thank you for this! i've been itching to write jamie x m!reader! i hope you enjoy <3

"Don't get it, bruv," Isaac grumbles. "You buy 'em flowers, you take them to dinner, and they still won't get the hint. Women are fuckin' complicated."

"Men aren't exactly a walk in the park, are they?" Colin grumbles, his arm around Michael as his boyfriend presses a smiling kiss to his cheek, already familiar with this story. "This guy here spent months, months! Taking me out on dates before I realized we were dating."

"That might just be a you thing, hermano," Dani snickers, the guys laughing with him. "But I agree with Isaac. I always do the same when I have a crush on a girl: I make her a playlist of Mexican baladas and cook recipes from scratch. They never get the hint."

"Open communication is sexy," Michael pipes up behind his beer and murmurs of agreement fill the restaurant.

It's late, close to midnight, but Sam's always lenient enough to lend them the space for as long as they want. Everyone shares their own techniques of conquest: Rich gives them an expensive wine from his personal collection, Van Damme writes them notes about every little thing and leaves them scattered where they can find them, Jan Maas starts reading up on Dutch poetry.

At some point it's Jamie's turn to share, and he shifts a little in his seat at the sudden attention.

"Um, well," he stutters, playing with his napkin and ripping it into small pieces nervously. "I get touchy, I guess? Like, not in a creepy way, I just. More casual contact, you know? Like I'm drawn to them. And I laugh. I laugh a lot. Everything is funny, all of a sudden."

"That's everyone with a crush, though," Colin reasons. "There's gotta be something specific, no? Michael started wearing funny socks when we were dating, for some reason."

His boyfriend pipes up in offense, cheeks coloring. He says something about Colin listening to Britney Spears and binging The Kardashians when in love, which, for some weird ass reason makes sense.

Still, the momentary lapse in conversation isn't enough for the attention to slip off him, and Jamie keeps being badgered for information until he cracks. "Alright, alright! I guess I. I don't know, I. You know how I hate sharing my food. I guess I don't mind much when I'm... you know. In love and shit."

Finally, that's enough for the guys to move on to their next victim, but Jamie's thoughts stay stranded on his own answer. How did he know? He used to share plates with Keeley when they were dating, though his jaw would always clench a little in annoyance whenever she dipped in her fork without asking. It was a sanitary thing, really.

No, it was (Y/N) who sneaked into his mind when he said that. But that's different, ain't it? They've been friends forever, and it's different with guys, right? So what if Jamie doesn't care when he steals some of his chips or when he steals half of his sandwich when they're lazing around at his place? It doesn't have to mean anything.

But less than fifteen minutes ago he'd slapped Moe's hand away when he reached for chin chin out of Jamie's plate. And, like, Moe's his mate, Jamie would go to war for Moe, but still. Still.

"Shit," Jamie says softly to himself, the puzzle pieces inside his brain slipping into place. Again, a little louder. "Shit."

"What's wrong with you?" Isaac nudges his shoulder, quietly, thank God. Jamie can't bear to invite his entire team into his sudden romantic realization.

"Nothin', nothin'," he thinks about afternoons spent with (Y/N) in comfortable silence when everything else in the world was wrong; his mind too mean, the fans too opinionated, his efforts on the pitch not good enough. Fuck, Jamie has been a proper dumbass, hasn't he? "Just- I gotta go. There's somethin' I need to do."

He says his quick goodbyes and pokes his tongue out playfully when it gets a bunch of boos and disappointed whines from the guys. The cold Richmond air hits him full in the face as he leaves Ola's, brows furrowed as he texts.

hey u still up?

Jamie bites his lip as a response comes through seconds later.

yeah? Thought you were out w the boys tonight

His fingers hesitate before pressing down on the screen, fear be damned.

just left

any chance i can come over?

(Y/N)'s texts are quick, casual.

Of course. always

Everything okay?

Against all odds, Jamie smiles. He has a growing suspicion the night might turn out better than he ever hoped.

alls brilliant

ill be there in 20

[crimswnred]

these hc are so cute ! maybe what halloween costume the Li would wear individually and in a couples costume 💓💓💓

HI YES YES YES I LOVE THIS QUESTION

I'm so excited!! ok, ok, without any further ado:

what the season 2 lis would wear for halloween (individually and in a couple)

bobby.

individually: look me in the eye right now and tell me he wouldn't dress up as spider-man. especially now with the spider-verse movies.

couple: he's a silly guy so I'm thinking he could wear literally anything after a little convincing, but ultimately, I'm saying:

beast boy & raven or robin & starfire (teen titans)

scott pilgrim and ramona flowers (scott pilgrim vs the world)

shark boy and lava girl

this has gotten way too long!! pls check out more under the cut 👇

gary.

individually: most likely a star war reference. or something funny. definitely something tight

couple: again, another silly guy who would wear anything you ask him, but here are my picks:

han solo and princess leia (and he absolutely loves it)

bowser and peach, not mario tho because that's too basic

bob and helen parr (the incredibles)

ibrahim.

individually: violet man. ok, let's say violet man isn't a real thing (like, well, it isn't). he's DEFINITELY dressing as another superhero. my guess? either superman or batman.

couple: he's gonna rock the best geek couple costumes ever and he'll show off. together, you guys will either serve cunt or die trying. here are some ideas:

batman and catwoman (the batman)

wanda maximoff and vision (wandavison)

jean gray and scott summers (the x-men)

noah.

individually: he would probably wear something that's more halloween than costume party, if you get what i mean? he prolly loves the holiday 'cause of his siblings and REALLY commits to the bit. fred krueger, jason, chuck, ghost face...

couple: like I said, he commits to the bit and goes all the way but he's sticking to the horror pattern because that's how it should go. some ideas include:

emily and victor (corpse bride)

other mother and other father (coraline)

beetlejuice and lydia (yes, the red wedding dress)

lucas.

individually: something sexy but that he doesn't need to put much effort in, like a vampire or something. i can't see him going all out for halloween, i'm sorry 😭

couple: now, when in a couple, it's a tad different... he's making sure you look good together and when i say good, i mean GOOD. you guys would probably be the hottest couple at any halloween party, here are some ideas:

gomez and morticia addams (let's put that stache to use, shall we?)

mr and mrs smith

tony montana and elvira hancock (scarface)

henrik.

individually: TARZAN. and he loves wearing nothing but a thong the whole night.

couple: I bet on something fun and easy, but also cute! he just wanna have fun with you and party for a bit, so I don't think he would propose something super complex. some ideas:

johnny and mavis (hotel transylvania)

daphne and fred (scooby-doo)

lola and bugs bunny (space jam)

kassam.

individually: I'm thinking classic and boring. doesn't care much when he's on his own. classic halloween stuff.

couple: HEAR ME OUT — iconic moments from pop culture. what do I mean by that? well, I mean:

britney spears and justin timberlake in matching jeans outfits

xtina and eminem (at the ICONIC vmas)

sony and cher (like halsey did!)

carl.

individually: spock! a little on the nose for him but COME ON. he's always dressing up as a star trek character, switching up every year. I can see him wearing something marvel related too.

couple: yeah, some star trek reference for sure but since that's not my breed of nerd (sorry not sorry), I'm saying:

jessie and james (pokemon)

loki and sylvie (loki series)

link and zelda (the legend of zelda)

ahh!! this was so much fun to do!! thanks for asking, anon 💝 I had a blast with your question!!

(!) I don't know enough about the missing LIs to add them to this list. if you'd like to ask for a specific islander that didn't make the list, don't be afraid to drop your request in my inbox.

more headcanons.

[babiebom]

Doctor and Master incarnations as songs I like(new who)

A/N: oh ho ho my first post that's not stardew related!!! Let's go!!! I still have not watched classic who sowwy I just have no interest in it. Maybe i will later idkidk that's usually how it is with me lmao

Tw: none? Maybe cursing?

Genre: headcanons

Wc: I have no idea lmao i think maybe at least 3-5 each.

Tenth Doctor

Ninth Doctor

Either something emo

Or something so cute that it's very confusing to anyone that hears his playlist

So songs i like in those categories are like

Last Resort(I know I know)

Or like We Stitch These Wounds by Black Veil Brides

Or like Cupid by fifty fifty

Or Gee by Girls Generation

Material Girl by Madonna

I made this post based on this song bc it's stuck in my head

I can see an edit in my mind of just him smiling in different instances to this song wowowow

He IS the moment. He IS THE material girl

I like to think he would listen to this in a getting prepared kinda sequence.

Or Holding Out For a Hero by Bonnie Tyler.(is that her name i only know shrek version.)

Twelfth Doctor

Eleventh Doctor

Livin La Vida Loca

Girls just wanna have fun

He likes feel good excitable songs

Uptown girl

Literally these are the songs that make me happy I feel like he's the same

Depressed and listening to happy songs

Racing through the night by Yosabi(???)

Probably would like classical music or classic rock?

Again idk if i've mentioned this but Idk genres

Probably would enjoy Livin on a Prayer or Dream On

Does do sick air guitar solos

Simm!Master

Cannot hit the high notes

Probably likes GFriend

Me Gustas Tu

Everyone is horrified.

Thirteenth Doctor

Likes something she can bop her head to.

Or very chaotic mashups

Like specifically she is reese's puffs x misery

She is NOT THE CPR PART

toxic x love shack

Or she's the apple bottom jeans boots with the jeans.

The whole club was indeed looking at jeans

I CAN'T DECIDE WHETHER YOU SHOULD LIVE OR DIE

Missy

Ok no the actual song is Highway to Hell

He'd play it with the biggest smirk on his face like dude

Thinks its funny

Sway with Me bc its kinda sexy (the justin Timberlake version(?))

Yeah by Usher bc I think it would be VERY funny

Would like Amy Winehouse

Like back to black or rehab

Any Britney Spears song tbh

Or Gwen Stefani

Like specifically maybe Hollerback Girl

Mostly because I think it would be really funny

For Britney Spears it would be maybe Oops! I Did it Again

Okay now she IS CPR

She would sing the i'm here to give you customer service (right) part over and over

Would apologize in a fit of laughter

Missy IS SO FINE THAT SHE BLOWS MY MIND

Dhawan!Master

Ra ra rasputin

No ok I keep thinking of It's my party by Leslie Gore

Thong song as well

Gasolina

Literally any song he can dance to tbh

Would do the Macarena every single time idc

[oceanlue]

Yo yo yo what's up dignity dogs. it's Ollie biatch, can I get some suprise neck kisses from the boys headcanons?

(Oh my of course you can hehe)

Neck kisses 💋

Alphonse🧁🍭

I....this man.....he's cheeky when he does it

He'll move your hair out of the way and rest his chin on your shoulder thinking he just wanted a hug from you

He may wanted a hug but he really wanted to taste your neck. Oh🤭...oh my

Like he will be all innocent thinking that he is just coming in to greet you but he'll turn a 180 on you and give you a neck kiss

"Oh boo you are fun to tease you really think I just came in here for a hug~. I think I just got you all hot and bothered how about I can't take care of that for you~"

..........

Can someone get me holy water

Seth 🏕 🍂

So here's the thing he and you will both kiss each other's necks

Like a litte game for you to

Like you to will start of cute and fun then it starts to get hot

Like ima pin you to the bed hot

And he won't hold back nor will you

" oh sugar if you think you can best me then you have another thing coming~ now I reckon that you might want to stand down up against this little game we have or you might not be able to walk next time sugar~"

........ay

He won't hold back if you dont

Finn🌻🪴

Awww this poor cinnamon roll

He doesn't know how do make it work yes to practice in front of men mirror saying like "you can do it you can do this"

He did do it and then bashful about it

But you do it to him numerous times coming up behind them and giving them a surprise kiss

"Wha-..oh ...um...Ocrcid, I think you might not want to do that, why....oh..well cuz, I will not be responsible for anything that happens next and I might be shy but I know where I have to Stand My Ground~.my little orchid~."

...... you were even surprised if he can even say those things

But it's all good and fun and games sometimes you guys do it while you're cuddling, a moment of peace in your lives

Auron⌚☕

Oh ...oh good lord have Mercy on my poor soul

He knows how to get to you and he knows where your weakness are

Like you said he explored every inch of your body to see what makes you tick

Because we all know what he can do with the Loose Cannon

But him.....oh God him, he knows exactly what part of the neck to give no surprise kisses to

Like he will come up behind you and very sweetly put his hands over your waist just like Alphonse but he will move his hands up and down your sides watching you squirm in his hold

Then and only that really place a loving kiss on your neck making you weak in the knees and asking or begging for more

"Hello my darling~ I know what you have been up to this evening and I must say I am impressed, I didn't know my little pet had it in her/him. But I'm getting off track bit how about we retired to my bed and I can show you what a good girl/boy you have been~, my little pet~"

....... you might want to pray to your legs darling to make sure that you can walk tomorrow

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Hope you like it

Peace out

💙💙💙

[marvus-xoloto]

Some Sweet Nasty Intimacy I've been thinking about. Some of these are rewritten from a post in my drafts (that I've apparantly posted before?? But I liked them so. Rewrite time).

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-You are the only one at the party who recognizes that Marvus has abused one too many substances that night. He’s looking a little queasy but he refuses to either admit it or give up. Cue his delighted face when you tell him hey 😏 you’ve never been there before 😏, and “where’s the bathroom 😏?” He’s sick pretty immediately and you get the pleasure of holding his hair back and rubbing a cool wash cloth against his sweaty neck. He’s so dizzy he’s gripping onto that bowl for dear life, but you occasionally catch him looking at you with the softest gaze you’ve ever seen from him. You also get to see how completely indesctructable alternian face paint is. How is he leaving this bathroom with a full face?? You may never know.

-DATE NIGHT You and Marvus dancing and goofing in the kitchen, singing along to Britney Spears and freestyle rapping some of her verses. He’s wearing basketball shorts and socks and fluffy slippers. You're both drinking faygo out of champagne flutes.

-Marvus asking you to help him pull his hair back but, instead of turning around, he just gets really into your space and hands you a pink ribbon. You rake his hair back and run your fingers through his bangs (which flop forwaed again) as you tie his hair back, facing him. Bonus headcanon: prolongued eye contact with purple bloods makes you see shrimp colors and the world gets all wavy outside of the view of their face.

-Continuation of the above: Marvus asking for your help tying his bowtie. You don’t know how to do it, so he wraps it around your arm a few times and shows you how to tie the bow over your wrist. Or, if you do know how to do it, he takes a moment to pull your hands by the wrists around his neck to that secret space behind his hair, winding the ribbon around his neck. He shivers.

-Marvus pacing around the room, ranting and raving about literally whatever set him off, or just gossiping, or just venting about something that bothered him. And then the second he's done he's pushing his face into your belly, arms around your waist and purring loudly as he nuzzles his face into you. Because expressing his "negative" emotions with someone is High Forms Of Intimacy for him.

-Marvus leaves his dirty clothes "for you" while he leaves to go on tour, and is hurt when he gets home and you've either washed them or, more likely, quarantined them in his closet bc they're stinky. So you weren't sniffing his panties while he was gone?? You weren't wrapping yourself in his sweat soaked shirt and crying while eating ice cream from the tub, awaiting his return?? Bonus headcanon: trolls are pretty terrortorial (lol), and leaving behind their scent in your territory is a way of a. testing the waters of a quadrant and b. trying to sneak their way into some sort of nesting thing with another.

-TAKING CARE OF MARV WHEN HE GETS SICK 🥺🥺🥺 I've said this before, but you know he's PERFORMING for those pity points. He will paint a sadder, more pathetic look on his face. He will rub his snotty nose on your shirt. He will try to make out with you with his nasty sick breath. He will whine and complain and goad you into spoiling him, and he loves that he gets to act like that. He doesn't like when adoration comes to easy.

-Marvus appearing in your nightmares and shifting them into dreams once you tell him you've been having a hard time sleeping lately. Marvus leaving happy jujus (such as: fond memories you've shared, or perhaps a little marvus plush) in your dreamscape to keep your dreams sweet. Marvus showing up sometimes in your dreams just because he misses you. I'm imaginine the music video to daft punk's "something about us" here lol.

I'd love to write some more but my inspo is drained, so perhaps later?

[9800sblog]

Sam Asghari tarot reading - is he to be trusted?

(he's like really pretty XD)

sam asghari has been britney spears' romantic partner since 2016 and husband since 2022. many fans of britney worry that sam has malicious intentions with her, since britney has a long line of close people betraying and using her for financial gains. I asked tarot what are his real intentions? what is his role in britney's life story? does he represent freedom or more lies? this is what the cards showed me and this is how I interpreted them.

this reading was requested by @lovelysana

[I asked if I have their permission to do and post this reading, sam showed the devil card in reverse and britney showed the world card]

not always do i write down all the cards i get, because i like to get a lot of them to really understand well the answers.

-> the intentions

it seems like, in the moment, he wants to bring britney back to herself. she was forbidden for a long time to do any of the things she loved and he's trying to bring her back to these material things she missed, in order to bring back her spirit. his intentions are for her to be mundane and impulsive, creative, alive!!! there are no cards about money, he wants to destroy all the boxes built around her so she can feel on top of the world, he has really good intentions (bottom of the deck: king of cups!)

-> his role

he's her friend, he's her wheel of fortune, he makes her life move to her good graces, he brings her introspection, he's not the sun for her, he's a lantern, her helping hand, he's the one that helped her stand up to her abusive father. he gives her the resources to make herself grand again, brings her clarity to use her head (she was forced to take lithium and stopped out of her own will). in britney's life story, he is the one to help her use her head and let her know she is not alone, giving her resources to be her own person. I don't think her father likes him.

another song I'm hearing is roman holiday from nicki minaj

-> freedom

ok, I literally got I'm not a girl, not yet a woman from britney spears herself. he is definitely pro britney's freedom, he helps her get a different perspective, trust herself and leave behind what doesn't fit her. they travel a lot together, it helps her set her mind in different ideals (fly me to the moon - frank sinatra; stairway to heaven - led zeppelin; you send me - sam cooke). sam makes her feel safe to feel her emotions, listen to her intuition, be alone, be immature, she doesn't have any walls up around him.

getting so many songs in this reading and that never happens. I'm thinking maybe he brings her creative freedom too, britney said she uses dance as self expression and we've seen her singing more recently too. after being abused for her skills and talents, it seems she feels safe having fun doing what she loves around him. I think if britney comes back to music, he won't let her do any less than what she loves, she is really creative and knowledgeable, but her old team limited her a lot.

he seems like the best influence for her right now, he really has her best interest at heart. I'm very satisfied, as I was one of those fans that worried a lot about this guy, I am pleased to know he loves her humanity and I wish them only the best ^^

[heatwavering]

when-harry-met-sally-ification of hangster is genius!!!! i would love to hear more about that if you don't mind sharing!

also - what's on your bradley bradshaw playlist? what's genre do you associate w/ him the most?

oh god. oh you don’t even know man. hangster being harry met sally (1989) is one of those things that only makes sense in my head or with a lot of background context, because if i were to just come out and say “rooster is like sally because he’s a chronic perfectionist and an emotional powder keg that lets everything pile up until the last moment (plus his mom is meg ryan), and hangman’s like harry because he’s an cynical asshole who’s actually gooey on the inside and doesn’t speak before he thinks and chooses to push peoples buttons and yearns more than he lets on” to someone who’s only seen both movies in passing, i’m going to get a lot of blank stares and nervous laughter. "isn't that every romcom couple ever?" yes. but i mean--

BAR. FOR BAR. I have wayyy more examples and comparisons but my computer explodes every time I try to add a picture or god forbid a gif. mostly, the "we've met before and it went terrible both times, but the third time we met it stuck and we managed to finally find equal footing and fall in love," is sooooo special to me. and since when harry met sally is an 80s movie (derogatory) and people bog down on the "men and women can't be friends" thing it gets a lot of flack, but by the end of the movie the whole dynamic shifts and becomes more like "why are we putting such big expectations on a relationship when I just love you. plain and simple. no wishy-washy philosophy applies because we've outgrown it and now know each other as equals." (plus that whole first "idea" is brought up by a cynical twenty-something who changes his entire worldview by the end of the movie bc he's fallen in love. why stick to your guns about an idea that's outdated when (a) people are too complicated to fall into your boxes and (b) uhhh who cares. you're in love. I always thought the change in harry's character is supposed to reverse his previous claim in the beginning of the movie and make fun of it for being kind of elementary. but maybe I'm thinking too hard about it.) I'm definitely glossing over some plot points and nuance and whatever but again, this dynamic is something that came directly out of my mind and basically only applies to how I've sandcastled hangster into what I want to see. plus I watched WHMS at like nine years old and it might've had some debilitating side effects. enjoy with an entire pile of salt.

about music now. I'm one of those people that is the ugly kind of pretentious about character playlists (his ass would NOT listen to hayloft by mother mother, shit like that) but also spends net zero time actually building a playlist that follows a timeline or theme. so I just sort everything into two separate playlists/categories: songs that [insert character] would listen to "canonically" and songs [insert character] is aligned with in my own opinion. sometimes there's overlap!!! and sometimes I'm forcing myself to decide if Bradley listens to third eye blind or is the kind of guy who makes fun of people who listen to third eye blind. I still can't decide. I wasn't alive when he was in high school. and you know you're up a creek without a paddle when American Pie (1999) becomes reliable historical material. anyway here's the best way I can describe the difference in the two:

Bradley's own playlist: teenage boy from SoCal in the late 90s early 2000s. in my mind he was always kinda quiet in school and did partake in band so he could play the piano (yes, in jazz band. if I hear a Whiplash joke I'm airing the room out) and spent a lot of time listening to anything and everything that wasn't uhhh Britney Spears adjacent. but lots of blink-182, foo fighters, Pearl Jam, nirvana. probably some early Coldplay. maybe some of The Killers when he got to college, and Radiohead but in secret and when Maverick wouldn't bully him for listening to so much "sad ass (unspoken: gay) music." and of course he's Goose's son, soooo: Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers, Jim Croce, Billy Joel, Allman Brother's Band, Hall & Oates, CCR, Eagles, etc. From Maverick (and Ice): U2, Pearl Jam, The Cars, more dad yacht rock, maybe Metallica (??) depends on if you think Maverick would ever mess around with something hair metal adjacent. of course he prays at the alter of Bruce Springsteen like his fathers before him. and his mom filled in everything else: Fleetwood Mac, Elton John, Paul Simon, Wham! (George Michael being outed....hoo boy. #1 topic NOT discussed at the Bradshaw-Mitchell-Kazansky dinner table.), George Strait, Hootie & The Blowfish, miscellaneous female country music from the 90s like Faith Hill and Shania Twain. Alison Krauss & Union Station! Alanis Morissette! The Goo Goo Dolls? now I'm just listing things but you get the picture.

my playlist about Bradley: anything about hating your dad or your hometown with lyrics that apply. see photo below and you'll get the vibe.

[also, that ONE specific photo of miles teller in project x is the photo that sailed a thousand fics. i love that photo. i wrote this entire fucking fic around that photo. it’s so bradley nicolas bradshaw to me.]

but overall my biggest examples of songs that apply to him (for me) are Little Giant by Roo Panes, Release by Pearl Jam, and The Long Way Around by the Chicks. Seventeen by Sharon Van Etten bc of how it makes me feel about Maverick and him (sick in the head.) souvenir by boygenius. faith by bon iver. Hot & Heavy by Lucy Dacus and The Steps by HAIM for hangster vibes. too much Taylor Swift and Maggie Rogers that I don't know how to explain without having a published fic. I have a ton more and I want to pick like 10 songs from each section and go into heavier detail, but I should probably put something out before I dig myself a hole pffft.

[signs-of-the-moon]

Since some people seemed interested, here are some music vids I'd love to make if I ever get the chance to start animating again (under a read more cause there's a lot of them):

Lithium//Evenescence- edgy Snowfrost PMV about her crimes. The vid would follow her actions from the beginning of Snowfrost's Fate all the way to her death at the end of Moon Rise. I would probably give cats edgy 2008-esque designs to go with it, because I'm crazy about that kinda thing. (This is the one I want to do the most tbh. I've already got a script made. If I could pass it on to someone so they could make this PMV real I would. I'd literally make all the designs for it too, probably even storyboard it)

We Are One//song from The Lion King 2- AMV featuring Wolfheart singing to Moonpaw. It'd probably be very colorful and have a lot of movement and would be a killer to animate. Their relationship is important and I like things that can show it

One Lonely Visitor//Chevelle- PMV about Jaybird and her relationship with her sister Snowfrost, taking place from Snowfrost's Fate up to Jaybird's death near the end of Moon Rise (another one I really really want made. This one also has a script created for it)

Pardon Me// He is We- This one would be a AMV/PMV mix; it would be about Snowfrost and Wolfheart's feelings for each other, which slowly fade over time. The vid would start out lighthearted, maybe colored in pastels, then become metaphorically and literally darker as the song progresses. Eventually it would depict Snowfrost having delusional thoughts about Wolfheart, about getting him back, or possibly making him another of her victims

Look What You Made Me Do// Taylor Swift- ok listen. I am not a fan of Taylor Swift, especially not this song. But after listening to it multiple times a day on the radio at work years back, back when SOTM was being plotted, I started imaging Situations to cope with it. And this song ended up perfectly fitting Nightshade's story in my head. So this would be a PMV about that. (Can't elaborate what that story is cause its major spoilers, you'll just have to wait and see.) This would be a vid I'd make by the time half of, if not all of, Moon Fall becomes published

Ghost// Saint Asonia- probaby a PMV/AMV mix including all the point of view characters in Signs of the Moon, and how they handle being a prophecy kid/having an omen hanging over their heads. It would probably be heavily focused on how these cats look to or turn away from Starclan for it as well. There would be a lot of action/movement/colors during moments when the music swells and especially during the bridge of the song (did I ever mention this is one of my favorite songs ever?)

Poor Unfortunate Souls//song from The Little Mermaid (animated version)- AMV/PMV of Hazepaw being visited by the ghost he's led to believe is Sea Breeze who's trying to help him

Pet//A Perfect Circle- AMV about the future POV Possumpaw and how he deals with his manipulative mother and asshole brother. The whole thing might be in black and white with the only color coming from cats' eyes and blood/tears. I have to think about Possumpaw's story more before I come up with specific details about what goes on in the video. I have a couple of ideas tho

Blue Lips//Regina Spektor- Swiftcloud AMV/PMV mix highlighting all of Moon Rise cause I think it'd be neat. The whole thing would be in grayscale with some details colored in blue

Brutus//The Buttress- Another PMV starring Nightshade. This one specifically is about her relationship with her mentor, Wolfheart. How much she looked up to him at first, then slowly came to hate him and seek his downfall

Lemon Boy//Cave Town- PMV about Urchinpaw and Hazepaw's budding friendship. The story would probably be told through Urchin's POV

Criminal//Britney Spears- PMV featuring Cloudypaw (a major character in Moon Fall) and her fatal attraction towards Nightshade's son, Weaslepaw

Behind Blue Eyes// Limp Bizkit- another PMV about Snowfrost and her story, told from more "sympathetic" pov because we support womens wrongs <3 this vid would show a lot more of the isolation and loneliness Snowfrost feels especially as she goes down her murderous path

How to Save a Life//The Fray- AMV with Tigerpaw/lily and Moonpaw/face regarding Moonpaw's cross clan friendship with Hazepaw/storm. The vid would be in Tiger's POV, showing her concern for her friend. Throughout you can see Tigerpaw's dislike and mistrust of Hazepaw while Moonpaw remains blind to his flaws. The disagreement puts a strain on the friendship which will also be shown thru the vid

Hellfire//song from The Hunchback of Notredom- AMV featuring Darkpelt who sings about his emotions pertaining to Nightshade (can't elaborate much because spoilers, but the tl;dr is he has a massive crush on her and does Night's bidding because of it, but he hates it as it goes against Starclan)

Vitamin R (Leading Us Along)// Chevelle- an AMV/PMV mix focused on Whisperpaw and her relationship with her family + dealing with her secret "ability"

Genius Next Door//Regina Spektor- another PMV about Swiftcloud. This time its her during Moon Fall, watching her kits grow and make choices, while her clan falls into chaos once more due to plot events I can't reveal atm

Warbringer: Jaina (Daughter of the Sea)//song from World of Warcraft- I have 2 different PMV ideas for this one. One is of Snowfrost's time at the beginning of her Super Edition, where she's dealing with her punishment of a Warriorpaw Ceremony and her growing feelings of anger during it. The other idea is a depiction of Sea Breeze's story

Werewolf// Motionless In White- Werewolf! Hazepaw AU. Idk how else to explain this one. I'd have to show the script for others to understand what it's about (its a WIP). This would be a Halloween video

Sally's Song// cover by Amy Lee- a PMV of Moonpaw singing about Hazepaw, with frames showing their relationship

[skepticalarrie]

Hi Allie, feel free to answer this in public. I have wanted to ask this for a while.

Since Harry is becoming/has become a household name and is on his way to being extremely successful (more than he is at the moment), does it worry you that he might have less and less freedom? For example, we all know the story of Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, Amy Whinehouse and now Britney Spears. Their lives were extremely controlled even more than people thought was possible (for example Britney with her conservatorship). Another example is how Michael Jackson wanted to stop touring and refused to tour even though he signed a contract with Sony. We also know he wanted to buy a part of Sony (I think) and how angry that made one of the bigger people behind Sony. What I'm trying to say is that the bigger an artists gets, the more controlled the situation becomes and it's super scary.....It seems like these super big celebrities have some sort of weird EXTREME contract they can't escape from.....I'm kind of worried for Harry because of that. Do you think there is something to worry about in his current situation? Or later in his career?

Hi, love. I understand the concern, abusive contracts in the industry are no joke and we have so many examples of amazing artists going through that and basically getting their careers destroyed in the name of greed. Absolutely awful to watch it happen. So technically, this line of thought makes sense, yes, it’s a real concern.

But I think the fact One Direction went through that to literally a breaking point works now to his advantage, things could have very much gone that route with them. But I don’t think his situation as a solo artist is anywhere near close to what it was in the band or it can be compared to any of these artists you mentioned. I never dived too deep into what happened to them in detail, but I think every situation is different and they all ended up stuck on a point of no return, unfortunately. And I think it has been proven over and over that Harry started his solo career massively aware of all of that and has been using quite a lot of bargaining power over the years to achieve his goals and get what he wants out of it. So getting more famous and making more money for his label could also work in his favour, if he knows what he’s doing. And I honestly think he does, I think he has a great deal of freedom in a lot of different sectors of his career. Of course there is a price you will have to pay for it to achieve that and get to such a massive audience like Harry does, and I think he has been struggling to find what this “freedom” means to him.

With that being said, as fans we can’t control anything. We don’t know what is happening behind the scenes and we never will. I absolutely worry about Harry and I want to put him inside a bubble and keep him in my pocket the same way sometimes I just want to knock some sense into him. But it is what it is, we can’t control any of that, and worrying excessively about it won’t do any good either, so 🤷‍♀️

[thelittlestspider]

🧠 🤲 !!

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

(i couldn't pick just one, so here's a few)

peter

- peter plays games like online solitaire, chess, sudoku.

- he goes on wikipedia, hits random and reads whatever articles pop up. he can sit there reading for hours.

- his comfort movie is legally blonde.

- he has a memorial tattoo for gwen.

ash

- this is more of a crack headcanon turned beloved, but i love the thought of him being an estranged member of the addams family. or morticia's family the frumps. i think in this one ash's mom was a frump.

wade

- wade loves parties. going to them, throwing them, it doesn't matter.

- wade loves pop music. britney spears, abba. he also loves charlie's angels.

(wade is britney coded and ash is lana coded. which are really funny energies to put together lol)

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

this is a scene from these hungry streets i haven't really had time to write yet, but it's peter/ash with hints of their sun/moon imagery.

peter sits up on the edge of a building, tired and discouraged. he's been swinging around for what feels like forever in the hopes of finding ash walking around in the early hours like before.

in his absorption with his thoughts, he almost misses her. but williams luck cancels out parker luck and he sees ash walking down the sidewalk below, dressed in a white wedding dress and veil, long legs eating up the pavement in graceful strides despite the high heels she's wearing.

she stops under a streetlamp to fish a cigarette and a lighter out of her garter pocket, lights up, and takes a drag, her face tilted up, eyes closed. peter's throat dries. she's so fucking beautiful. like some horrible angel made in a lab specifically to torment him.

peter's climbing down before he even realizes he's moved, jumping to the top of the streetlamp and gliding down it from a web upside down. ash hasn't seen him yet.

"what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" ash immediately whirls around and punches him with her metal hand, quick as lightning, but peter's faster and catches her hand. "hey hey, it's just me, angel."

ash frowns, brows drawn together in anger.

"don't fucking scare me like that, you asshole," ash says. "what the hell are you doing here, anyway?"

"i was looking for you," replies peter, jumping down from the web strand. he moves closer to ash, hoping she isn't going to sock him again. ash just looks at him with those big dark eyes, made even bigger with the liner and mascara. her makeup glitters in the light, shimmering every time she moves, making her face look luminous. peter is entranced.

"why?"

"because i wanted to see you." it comes out more earnest than he'd meant, and peter cringes inwardly. might as well go for broke. "and to beg you to take me back."

"peter..."

"no wait, just listen to me," peter reaches for ash, pulling her closer. ash goes, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. peter almost gives in to the weak feeling inside him that wants to just sink into her, but fights it back so he can say his piece. "i love you, and i'm sorry--"

"peter, i love you too." peter's heart skips a beat. "but you have severe emotional problems and you need help." peter pulls back to look at her incredulously. ash rolls her eyes. "yeah i know. that's rich coming from miss mental illness america. but pete the way we're going isn't healthy. we almost ended up holding hands on the metaphorical train tracks."

"look, i'll give you anything, tell you whatever you wanna know, just don't disappear again."

"i can't promise that. but i'll try to leave a note if i do."

peter sighs in relief. "that's all i ask."

they stand there under the street light for a moment, embracing each other. ash pulls back with a tentative smile.

"do you wanna go to a party with me?" asks ash. peter's eyes widen in surprise at the sudden change in subject.

"a party?"

"yeah, that's where i was going when you scared the shit out of me. mystery inc. throws them every year."

peter gasps. "you know mystery inc.?"

"yeah, we help each other out sometimes." ash pulls out of peter's arms and tugs his hand in the direction he assumes the mystery gang's place is. "i didn't know you were a mystery inc. fan."

"i have all their books," replies peter, embarrassed. ash laughs.