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justarandomdegenerate · 2 years

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Atelier Lydie & Suelle: The Alchemists and the Mysterious Paintings DX thoughts!

Okay! We're now onto my favourite Atelier game by far. Like to me this is peak Atelier. I love the characters, I love the gameplay, just all of it! I did this game 100% and played it for 68.7 hours. I'm even thinking of replaying just for funsies! So lets get into why.

So let's start off with our setting. Lydie and Suelle are doing their best to run their pretty poor atelier, while their (Not exactly) loser dad kind of just wastes their muns and paints. Oh and their dad is voiced by Takehito Koyasu by the way. Their dad is Dio! I just think that's neato! So yes. Twin sisters Lydie and Suelle running the place. Their mother passed away when they were younger too. So it's really just them! But oneeee day they hear this voice from the basement they're not supposed to go into. Which naturally, they go into. The voice is coming from a MYSTERIOUS PAINTING! Heh. No really. That's what they're called. So they approach this painting and find themselves inside the painting world., seeing all sorts of things they haven't seen before. But also something quite familiar… Perhaps, their mother? Surely not(!) As they're ejected from this painting they tell their dad about it, who laughs it off saying that a painting he made couldn't possibly have such power just with his skill. Don't be so hard on yourself Alchemist Dio!

So without getting too into specifics, the main plot for Atelier Lydie and Suelle is to make a name for yourselves as alchemists in your own way (For which there are numerous endings), to battle thunder gods with your friends. Some new, some quite familiar! But I'll get to that. And of course finally, to investigate those Mysterious paintings, and to try and meet that woman they saw in the first painting again. Along the way, Both Firis and Sophie both show up. Both of them adults now too. Sophie is so famed in series now that she's actually an optional boss battle, but she can also be on your team. Rad!

So this is getting a bit spoilery here, so choose to skip ahead a paragraph or two here if ya want. Why I like this story so much, is that there actually is a story, unlike say… Atelier Firis. And it's a nice story too. The girls want to get their names out there as alchemists and make their way into the world, but also, here's the spoilery part. The woman in the painting was their mother. Their father painted it and his feelings towards her caused part of her soul to become attached and wander the paintings. Something fun too is that as you explore these paintings, it becomes clear from their inhabitants that you're not the first ones doing it. In fact, your mother has had a very similar adventure in the past. Now sadly, while Lydie and Suelle do get to see their mother again, she cannot leave the paintings. and whats more, she's starting to fade away. So the sisters do everything they can to stop that by restoring the painting, which of course, means getting Alchemist Dio his confidence back. Which works! Now the girls can go visit their mother in the paintings any time they want and make up for all the missed time. Which y'know. Is very sweet i think. There's also a whole plot about black ink monsters destroying the painting worlds…. But i think that's kind of secondary to the whole "Daughters desperate to get as much time with their dead mother as possible" plotline. Even if the ink monsters are like, the conclusion to the story.

So this also falls under plot, but the sidequests in this game also really add to the experience, in just being fun stories, and building on characters. From Corneria's plotline of accidentally becoming a little too big and destroying a house (Pictured below!), to Firis's sister being maybe a little too into Firis! But there's also my favourite of (Spoiler) Sophie finally giving Plachta a real human body again, so she no longer has to live inside an unfeeling doll body anymore. That was just… Nice. Sophie is very dedicated to Plachta.

I must really like this game because I've typed all that and it's just the plot. Heh. Let's move onto gameplay shall we?

So gameplay is yet another reason why this is my favourite entry in the Atelier series. The combat is just more turn based combat, sure. But now you also have backline attackers, they can fire off some mad combos that if you set them up right, can basically one hit a literal god postgame optional boss. Plus they added combat synthesis, so that depending on stuff you've gathered while out or brought with you, you can create extremely powerful one use items to help you, or severely hurt the enemies. It's super cool!

Synthesis I believe is also a big improvement from Firis and Sophie. So we now have these things called Catalysts, which can greatly improve the ease of synthesis, and even the potency, It's wild. Not only that, but the way it works now, you don't erase materials on the grid by placing over them. You only cover the exact squares you place over, instead of removing the entire shape of the material like in previous games. Making filling a synthesis grid really easy now. It all just…. works. So well.

We've also move back to fast travel to fixed closed locations like we had in Sophie, instead of big open empty zones you have to navigate through slowly and manually. Your fast travel zones are even the hub town. So you don't even have to run around manually in town if you don't want to, on top of quick travel to the various overworld locations, and the mysterious paintings. And to top it all off, if an event is on in an area for the main story or a side quest, there's even a little indicator on that location, and if it's a sidequest, it'll even have a little face of the person the quest is for. Love it. Such a good QOL improvement. I understand they were trying new things in Firis, but this is really just the best way to do it.

So that's it for gameplay, let's move onto the characters, another thing I love about this series. So obviously we have Lydie and Suelle. The cheery, cutie, twin protagonists. Who are kind of selfish and money driven, but also very caring, and give their all to help others. We have Firis and siscon sister, which I actually like in this game. Firis is basically a half drunk who just eats everything now (And also a mad backline attacker if done right) and Siscon sister is just all about making money to buy Firis nice things. There's the battle alchemist couple (Possibly headcanon, but you cannot say they don't give you yuri vibes) Sophie and Plachta. Who are so strong by this point they when they show up in the story, it's to save your whole team from getting killed by literal thunder god. You go Sophie! We have Alt. Which is a reformed Luard from Atelier Sophie 1, who now wants a quiet life and to just help people out, as a playable character in your team. He's pretty good too. Also nice to see him and Plachta finally get to put their past behind them. There are many many others, but the last one I'll mention is Lucia. Who is my absolutely favourite type of character. short, red hair, haughty attitude complete with a "OHHHHH-HO-HO-HO!" laugh. She's a massive Tsun for the twins, and just wants them to like her, but she's too much of a tsun to just tell them how she feels. Tsun Tsun!

Gosh what else is there left to say…. Obviously like the other 2 games, all lines are voiced. Which I still think is rad. But I think I've covered everything! Atelier Lydie and Suelle was a lot of fun to play, and I definitely want a replay in the future. I think it does everything that Atelier games have to offer, the best out of the series. I highly recommend it, but you should at least play Sophie 1 first so their stories and characters have more impact.

Still got 4 more Atelier games to do posts on! But if you read this far, thanks! I know I dropped an absolute mountain of text for this one.

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ifmywishescametrue · 3 years

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WAIT I DIDNT KNOW YOU SHIPPED SAMTONY TOO!!! another oneeee #13 "I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you." for samtony

samtony is a very pure ship 😌 thank you for sending a prompt, and I hope you like it!

It starts on a perfectly average Tuesday morning.

“Why do I do this to myself?” Sam pants out, folding himself in half with his hands on his knees. “Every damn time I say it's the last time, and every damn time here we are again.”

Bucky claps a hand on his back and almost knocks him over with one touch. “Maybe you're a masochist, Sammy.”

Sam feebly flips him off, walking off the elevator on jelly legs. “I told you not to call me that.”

“You let Tony call you that,” Bucky points out, following him towards the kitchen.

"I actually like him. We're friends."

“That's offensive. I'm literally your best friend. Your favorite person. The Abbott to your Costello. The Tom to your Jerry. The Lucy to your Ethel.”

Sam snorts, “You're not even my favorite hundred year old man in this building. Also, if anyone’s the Lucy here, it’s me.”

Bucky scoffs, but whatever retort he had coming cuts off when they enter the kitchen. “Oh, damn, are those banana pancakes?”

He reaches for one on the top of the stack, and Tony slaps his hand away with the spatula. “Where are your manners, Barnes?”

“You’ve got like ten there,” Bucky whines. “Why can’t I have one?”

“You can have one when it’s your turn.”

Bucky gives him a dramatic pout that has no effect, and Sam laughs at the scene as he collapses into the stool next to Nat at the peninsula. She gives him a raised eyebrow and a quirked lip at the complete lack of grace.

Tony flits through the kitchen, exchanging lighthearted quips with Bucky as he goes. He has on an apron that Clint gave him at Christmas last year, covered in snowflakes and purple hearts with arrows through them in a mimicry of an ugly Christmas sweater pattern. Underneath it is a t-shirt dotted with Captain America shields, and the sweatpants have a cartoon version of the War Machine suit on the thigh. As usual, all of the colors clash.

A mug of coffee is placed in front of Sam with a small smile before Tony returns to the stove, and Sam is still drinking the first sip when he comes back with a plate of pancakes for him, topped with just the right amount of syrup and a dollop of whipped cream. Tony’s gone again before he can even finish saying thank you.

“Why is it his turn before me?” Bucky complains, and Sam laughs again through his first mouthful at how petulant he sounds.

“I like him the best,” Tony says, sending a wink Sam’s way. “And they’re for him, anyway. Your favorite, right?”

Sam’s eyes widen a bit in surprise. He doesn’t remember telling him that. “Uh, yeah, they are. How’d you know that?”

Tony shrugs, “I pay attention.”

He hands Bucky a plate of pancakes with another jab at his lack of patience, and the moment passes as quickly as it came, but it keeps happening after that.

Tony pays attention to him.

Maybe it was happening all along, before that morning with the pancakes, but just too subtle for Sam to take notice at first. Now that he has, though, he sees it all the time.

The next is just a few days later, when Tony knocks on his door holding a small, nondescript black box.

“What’s this for?” Sam asks, taking it from Tony’s hand. He doesn’t get an answer before he opens the lid to a simple, leather-banded watch. It’s nothing overtly expensive, nothing that screams ‘gift from a billionaire,’ but it is exactly something Sam would have chosen for himself.

“I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you,” Tony says simply. “Figured it would go well with that suit Pepper picked for you for the gala tomorrow night.”

Later, Sam will realize that Pepper had nothing to do with the suit choice that fit him perfectly, but for now he runs a thumb over the dark brown leather and says, “Yeah, it will. Thanks, Tony.”

“No problem,” Tony replies, and he lingers in the doorway for a while longer, lower lip between his teeth. Sam is about to ask if there was something else he came here for when Tony claps his hands together and says, “Well, I should get going. Workshop things to do and all that. I’ll see you at dinner.”

He disappears quickly, and that becomes part of it, too. Never dwelling on it when he does something just for Sam. Fleeing if he can, but sometimes staying when that’s what Sam needs instead.

“You look exhausted,” Tony says, and Sam manages a grumble from where he’s slumped on the living room couch, rubbing a hand over his bruised abdomen.

The mission took longer than either him or Bucky expected, and the fights were more intense. It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out type of deal. Infiltrate the base, take out the lower level minions, and apprehend the leaders. But the intel wasn’t as accurate as they were hoping, and there were nearly double the number of enemies than predicted. No major injuries for either of them, but he’ll be sore for at least a few days. Bucky’s cuts and bruises healed on the way home.

Sam doesn’t notice that Tony left until he comes back with ice wrapped in a kitchen towel. He places the ice right on the worst spot over his ribs, holding it there until Sam replaces his hand with his own.

“It’s getting pretty late,” Tony remarks. “You should probably head up to bed. You’ll feel even worse if you fall asleep here, trust me on that one.”

It’s somewhere past midnight, Sam knows, but even with how tired his body is, his mind is still wide awake. The mission replays in his mind. Every faulty move, every chance to do better, every little detail both good and bad.

Sam shakes his head, “Not ready for bed yet.”

Tony takes the seat next to him, leaving an inch of space between them. “J, turn on the Saints game from yesterday.”

Sam smiles a little and asks, “Do you even like football?”

“It’s not the worst sport,” Tony replies vaguely. He settles back into the cushions and pulls the blanket off the back of the couch to cover them both.

“Yeah, what’s the best?”

Completely serious, Tony says, “Ping pong.”

Sam laughs, “That’s not a real sport. Pick something else.”

“Of course it’s real. It’s in the Olympics and everything,” Tony grins. “Give me one good reason it’s not a sport.”

“Alright, fine, maybe it’s real, but there’s no way it’s your favorite.”

Tony shrugs, “It’s entertaining sometimes. The professionals get really into it. There’s an awful lot of grunting involved.”

They stay up for a while longer, talking about nothing of importance, and Tony slowly shifts closer to him until that bit of distance is gone. His arm presses up against him, and Sam starts to have a hard time keeping his eyes open, it seems only natural to rest his head against Tony’s shoulder.

“You can go to bed,” Sam murmurs. “You don’t have to stay here with me.”

“I don’t mind,” Tony whispers back.

Sam does regret it a bit when he wakes up on the couch in the morning with a sore back, but there’s a fresh mug of coffee already waiting for him on the table, still warm and exactly how he likes it, and he smiles to himself anyway. That night is a shift to something different, and he knows it right away.

He starts to pay more attention to Tony’s interactions with everyone else, just in case he’s part of the rule and not the exception. Generosity is one of Tony’s best traits, but even so it tends to extend even further to him. More personal and frequent.

“So there’s this place in Brooklyn that claims to have the most authentic cajun cuisine outside of New Orleans. Want to come with me? Tell me if it’s true?”

It isn’t true, and Tony comes to him the next day with another one, until they’re on a quest together to find one that doesn’t make Sam miss home after just one bite. It takes them all over the city and into Jersey once or twice, and Sam doesn’t point out that Tony doesn’t even seem to like crawfish, no matter where it comes from. He doesn’t want it to be over if he does.

“This is pretty close,” Sam says. He thinks it might be place number eleven, but he lost count a while back. “Could use a little more spice, but at least they didn’t try to add their own spin to it.”

Tony’s watery eyes widen. “This isn’t spicy enough for you?”

Sam grins and shakes his head. “Remind me to bring you with me the next time I go home. You won’t know what hit you.”

Tony’s face does something complicated at that, before it settles on a soft smile. “Yeah, that would be fun.”

Sam fully gets it then, what exactly it all means, but he doesn’t quite know what he wants to do about it yet. Tony has taken up residence in a place in his heart that he wasn’t sure was capable of opening up anymore. He did it so easily, sneaking in like a thief in the night and catching Sam unaware.

Now the sound of Tony’s laugh makes his stomach flip. He seeks it out, telling him stupid stories and jokes to make it happen more. He stares a little too much to catch glimpses of his smile, and now he can see just how often Tony looks back.

It isn’t subtle anymore, this thing between them. Lingering looks, too long touches, and every quiet gesture all build up. Bucky teases him and Natasha gives him knowing looks. Steve tells him that he hopes they make each other happy, and Sam doesn’t tell him that nothing has happened between them like that. They’re still just friends, and they don’t talk about what any of it means.

“Do you want to see a movie with me tonight? There’s that weird one with the killer robots playing downtown,” Sam suggests, and neither of them say anything when Tony slips his hand into his in the darkness of the theater. It goes unmentioned, too, when Sam holds tight after Tony almost lets go when they reach the sidewalk afterwards.

It’s another late night when the last piece finally falls into place.

Sam is nursing bruised ribs again after another mission that turned a little sideways through no one’s fault. He’s still sweaty, dirt under his fingernails and dried blood caked around a shallow cut on his cheek, but Sam still asks JARVIS in the elevator to take him to wherever Tony is. It isn’t as surprising as it should be that Tony is waiting for him on the edge of Sam’s bed.

He stands there patiently while Tony looks him over, and he looks his fill in return. It’s strange how days away from him feel longer now. His balance is off center until Tony is around to set him right again.

“I missed you,” Sam murmurs, and Tony smiles softly.

“You were only gone a couple of days,” he points out, but Sam knows now that it’s his way of saying that he missed him just as much.

Normally, Sam would let it move on from here. Tony would lead him into the bathroom, gently clean up his scrapes, and click his tongue at every bruise. It would end with them on the couch, Sam’s head in Tony’s lap or vice versa, depending on what mood it takes. Sometimes he wants to hold Tony and remember that he survived another fight so he could come home to this, and sometimes he needs to be held to forget about everything else that was lost along the way.

But tonight he reaches out to grasp Tony’s hip, and he draws him in a little closer. The room is dimly lit, and each shadow on Tony’s face is accentuated. Sam can’t remember quite the first time he looked at him and thought the word ‘beautiful,’ but it’s all he’s thinking now.

“You love me,” Sam says. “For a long time now, right?”

Tony nods, and he wraps his arms around Sam’s waist, careful not to hold too tight. “You caught up eventually. Didn’t take as long as I thought it would.”

Sam smiles, cupping Tony’s face in one palm and stroking his thumb across his cheekbone. “How long were you expecting?”

“Maybe never,” Tony admits. “I would’ve kept trying, though.”

“Stay with me tonight?” Sam asks, because nothing more needs to be said for now. They both already know.

“How about every night?”

Sam leans in slowly, murmuring against his lips, “Sounds like a plan.”

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dracofeltonmalfoy · 3 years

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You’re Beautiful

Pairing: Draco x Y/N

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1762

A/N: Baldy, no nose voldy doesn’t exist, Pansy being the bitch she is then being put in her place

This was a request, @hiilikeanimelol hope you like it!! Sorry it’s so late!! xxx

Y/N was the prettiest, the smartest and the funniest girl anyone had ever met. She was a pureblood Slytherin, but soon became almost everyone’s favourite. At first people thought she would be a bitch, but as time went on they realised she was the sweetest Slytherin anyone had met. Most of the boys over 6ft were fawning over her...notice how I said OVER 6ft, that's because she was the tallest girl at Hogwarts, which meant despite her having so many positives people only saw the one negative (not a negative at all) her being taller than most boys, like it’s not the girl’s fault that being tall was in her genes. Halfway through her sixth year she had started dating THE Draco Malfoy, who was an inch or 2 smaller than her, which to be very honest he didn’t care about AT all, but obviously there’s always that ONEEEE person who has to muck up everyone’s minds and in this story we can all guess who that one person is. The one girl who drools over Draco. Pansy pug - face Parkinson.

“Y/N, do you realllyyy think you and Draco look good together? Like I aaammmm your best friend and you know I will never, ever give you wrong advice, like you look like h-” “And as I am her boyfriend I think that Y/N should stay away from a best friend who constantly wants to ruin her relationship AND drools over her boyfriend. Aren’t I right love?” “Draco, please. She’s not wrong, I look horrendous next to you. I’m too tall, I can’t wear heels without looking like I can touch the top of the astronomy tower, which means I can’t wear heels to balls, which means I don’t look elegant enough. I’m like 2 inches taller than you, not that you’re small, it’s just I’m too tall. You’re, you’re perfect and I'm far from it. You deserve someone who looks good with you, who suits you, not someone who looks like your older sister.” Draco was lost for words, his mouth opening and closing, not knowing what to say. “See you can’t even deny it Draco, we are better off without each other.” and with that Y/N walked out of the common room, tears welling in her eyes.

THAT NIGHT

It was around 11:30pm and the common room was surprisingly empty for a Friday night. The fireplace was lit and the room was more warm and cozy than usual, but Y/N couldn’t feel the warmth, she didn’t feel calm, the only warmth she wanted was the warmth and calm she got when she was snuggled into Draco’s side, with his arm wrapped around her waist and her head on his shoulder, with him humming the most out of tune song. She was really craving that warmth, but she knew it was better to try and forget about it, it was better for Draco and anyways not all soulmates end up together. She sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace remembering the time her and Draco smelt each other in their amortentia, she was so lost in her own world she didn’t notice the tears falling down her cheeks and the box that was on the table in front of her.

After about 10 minutes she snapped back into reality and saw the neatly wrapped box. “When did this get here?” she asked herself. “Y/n? This is for me?” she opened the box to find a note, “Though my beauty is becoming I can hurt you just the same, I come in many colours, I am what I am with any other name. What am I? Oh, in Salazar’s name a riddle, great, I wasn’t put in Ravenclaw for a damn reason! But anyways, what’s the answer? OHHHHHHH a rose, easy. I should’ve been put in Ravenclaw.” She turned the note around to see something else written on the back. “I knew you’d find the answer, in this room there’s a rose hidden, find it and solve the next riddle. Great, now let's look for a rose. Or should I just do accio rose? Mmmmmm maybe not. Who is this though?” Y/N goes around the common room looking for this mysterious rose, when she spots it on the windowsill. “Right ok what does this say? ‘I know you’re thinking about who I might be, but solve these riddles and they will lead you to me. I watch what you’re doing and you see me in everyday life, I have been around for many, many years and only I know if you’re right. What am I? Ok creepy that you watch me, but what are you? Only you know when i’m right, you watch me and you’ve been here many years? THE PORTRAITS! Ok what does this say? Well done Rose, you figured it out, the last riddle is near the answer.”

Y/N walked out in confusion, only her friends called her Rose, only her friends knew her middle name, so it’s one of her friends? What if it was Zabini, he did have a die hard crush on her and now she wasn’t with Draco was he trying to shoot his shot? She looked around the hallway to find the last riddle and saw a piece of parchment floating in the middle, she went and grabbed it. “Ok, last riddle, ‘what's full of anger, full of tears, full of happiness, explodes, screams, roars at you and waves goodbye?’ Okkkk?!?!?! I have no idea, what the hell is this supposed to mean? ‘If you don’t understand, turn around, enter the room again and listen to the sound.’” She turns around to enter the common room, “Pureblood.” The doors opened and Y/N went back inside, she closed her eyes and listened. “Hold up, the lake, THE ANSWER’S THE LAKE!” without wasting another second she ran out to go to the lake, but stopped halfway. “Why am I running, it’s probably just Blaise, calm down y/n/n.” After catching her breath she made her way to the lake, only to see no one was there. “Great, no one’s here, i’ve probably just made a fool of myself. Well fucking done y/n/n well fucking done.” “I hurt the most when lost, yet also when not had at all. I'm sometimes the hardest to express, but the easiest to ignore. I can be given to many, or just one. What am I?” She knew this voice too well to be mistaken, “Love” He carried on with his riddles, “3 words, 3 syllables, 8 letters, the hardest to say, but the easiest when both know it’s true, what is it?” “I love you.” there was silence for a few seconds before Y/N spoke again, “Draco stop, where are you please come out.” “How’d you know it was me?” “Well, maybe because you spoke like 2 seconds ago?” “Oh right yeh, um…” “Draco, what do you-” “You listen to me and now DO NOT interrupt. Understood?” “Stop acting like a-” “UNDERSTOOD?” “mhm”

“Y/N Rose Y/L/N, you are the prettiest, cleverest, awesomest, amazingest-” “They’re not even words.” Draco looked at her with the ‘woman I told you not to interrupt me face’ “Oh, yeah, my bad, sorry.” “Let’s start again shall we?”

“Y/N Rose Y/L/N, you are the prettiest, cleverest, awesomest, amazingest, nicest, kindest, not to mention sexiest, girl I have ever, ever, EVER seen,” Draco says as he starts to walk towards her. “You are perfect for me, you are the one for me and honestly Y/N I mean it when I say you are the one for me. I don’t care if you’re slightly taller than me, it just makes kissing you even better, I don’t care if you don’t wear heels or not, because who the fuck wants blisters or aching feet anyways, why can’t you girls just be comfortable? I don’t care what dumbass Pansy says, who listens to her shit? All I care about is you. Making YOU smile. Making YOU happy. Making YOU feel like a princess, no queen, because YOU deserve it. Because YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL! Why can’t you see it? Why can’t you see that anyone who chats shit is jealous of you? Why can’t you see that I’m madly in love with you damn it and I can’t help but fall more and more in love with you every single day? Why can’t you see that I don’t care how tall you are or how small you are or how slim you are or how fat you are or how many spots you have on your face or how your hair looks? I only care about if you’ve eaten or not, if you’ve slept or not, if you’re stressed or not, if you’re overworking yourself, if you're hurt? Because you’re beautiful for me in every way?” He was now standing right in front of her, holding both her hands in his. “Y/N Y/L/N I love you for who you are on the inside not for how you look on the outside.” he sighed “Please don’t cry.” I-i’m sorry, I shouldn’t have listened to Parkinson, I’m so so sorry. I-I love you too.” “You don’t need to be sorry and Miss Y/L/N I was so nice to you and all I get is I love you? I have kisses from the WHOLLLLLEEEE day to catch up on! That is so not fair!” Draco said, making a puppy face.

“Last name basis now? Wow, I thought 2 minutes ago you were madly in love with me and now-” she was cut off by Draco’s rough, chapped lips against her soft ones, they stood there for some time with their foreheads touching and hands intertwined. “Fine, the only last name I’ll ever call you is Malfoy, because I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” “I love you.” “I love you too”

THE NEXT MORNING

“Yeahhhh, Y/L/N broke up with Draco, but don’t worry if he needs someone, which he surely will, I’ll be there for himmMMMMMWHATTHE? Y/N, Draco, I-I-I thought you-” “Broke up, thought wrong bitch, move on and stay out of the way, try something again and I’ll give your ugly pug-face a makeover, without surgery.” Y/N seethed. “Feisty, forgot to mention that last night” Draco whispered, making Y/N giggle and Pansy storm out of the Great Hall, resulting in the whole Slytherin table erupting into laughter.

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mysingularitybts · 4 years

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Glances a Jung Hoseok One-Shot

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x famous!reader

Genre: romance

Warnings: smut

Part 1

Part 2

As soon as I got home I let out a deep sigh. What had just happened? How can a person affect me this way? I have dated in the past and none have ever made me feel this flustered and out of control.

I decided to go to bed since it was late and tomorrow I had to go to the studio, yet when I closed my eyes instead of darkness greeting me it was his sharp eyes staring deeply at me. It was the smirk he threw me all night and it was the heat I felt when we came into contact.

I couldn't keep this to myself or I would drive myself crazy. So, I did the only reasonable thing... I called Nari, my best friend. The phone rang many times and just as I was about to give up hope Nari's groggy voice greeted me.

"What Y/n?" she grumbled into the phone.

"Something happened and I don't know what to do about it," I answered desperately

"Are you okay? Where are you?" she worriedly asked.

"Yes, I'm okay. Well, kinda. I'm home" I huffed into the phone.

"Y/n, you are worrying me," she told me. I felt her bedsheets ruffle as she got up.

"I met BTS," I let out as if it was the most tragic thing ever.

"Really?! That's great!" she exclaimed, ignoring my tone.

"I'm not finished,"

"What... don't tell me you hooked up with one of them?! Who was it?" she then again yelled into the phone.

"None of that," I answered, rubbing my tired eyes out of frustration.

"Damn it y/n just tell me already!" Nari fumed.

That's how I spent almost an hour recalling what happened in the past 12 hours. As I told the story Nari would release oh's and ah's. I think she thought for a second my life was a drama.

"So, what do you think?" I asked hoping to get some advice out of my best friend.

"Holy shit that was intense," she exclaimed. I just hummed at her reaction.

"I can't get him out of my head," I whined, throwing myself face down on the bed.

"Sadly I can't help you that much. The only thing you can do is wait for him to ask you on that date which I guess should be soon," she tried reasoning with me.

"How do you know?"

"He will want to go out with you before he leaves LA, duh," she explained simply.

"You're right, you are so smart," I said as she let out a noise agreeing, "I'll try to sleep now, goodnight!"

"Night!"

I tried to sleep once more, but this time I was so exhausted physically and emotionally that I fell asleep in a few moments not allowing the rapper's actions to haunt me.

The next day I felt a lot better and had a better grip on my emotions. I went to the studio and had some recording done. I also got some writing done having found some inspiration on the dark-haired man.

At around noon I went out for lunch with Carly. Stepping into the studio a huge flower arrangement greeted me. It was very colorful making me suspect who it was from. Carly just looked at me with a raised eyebrow waiting for an explanation.

I ignored her as I searched for a card to confirm my suspicion. I found it between the many flowers I quickly took and read through it a smile forming on my face.

'Sweetheart,

Would you do me the honors of having dinner with me at 8?'

-Hoseok

Xxx-xxx-xxxx'

Not wasting a single minute I searched for my phone and typed a simple message

'Yes ❤️ - y/n'

He answered very rapidly with a message of his own.

'I'm so happy to hear that sweetheart. I'll pick you up."

I made sure to send him my address when a chuckle behind me startled me.

"Huh?" I dumbly said.

"Who's got you blushing?" Carly asked accusatorily at me.

"Nooo oneeee," I said innocently.

"Is it one of BTS?" she asked knowingly.

"How did you know?" I asked, baffled at her guess.

"Nobody else caught your attention yesterday, honey," she explained.

"Yeah, it's J-hope," I answered, playing with my fingers hoping she wouldn't scold me.

"Okay, just be careful, okay?" She said with a supporting smile, "I'm not saying they're bad, but they are very busy guys and you also have your career to be worried about."

"...I know I'm just hoping for the best,"

"Let me know where you'll be so I can give a fake lead to the paparazzi. I don't want them bothering you today and spreading fake rumors,"

"THANK YOU SO MUCH CARLY I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH," I squealed in her ear as I gave her a huge hug.

This is why I loved Carly. She always gave me the freedom to explore. Even if it came with a hundred warnings. I knew it was because she cared about me.

Going back to work I tried to rush through it so I could go home earlier. Seeing my rush Carly just told me to leave and go enjoy my date. I didn't question as I picked up my stuff and almost ran out the door.

Once home I had a bath and made sure to exfoliate my skin so it was silky smooth. Having some extra time I put on a face mask so my skin was also on point. I was going the extra mile to impress Hoseok.

At around 5 I began doing my hair and makeup. I opted for straightening my hair making it look shiny and long, I took the two front strands and tucked them behind my ears. For the makeup, I did a soft, neutral, glam look with a red lip. Then the hard part came...choosing what to wear.

I remembered he mentioned we were going to a restaurant so I began searching for a dress.

I picked a black silky dress. It reached my mid-thigh, had an open back, and only showed a bit of cleavage in front. Looking at myself in the mirror I looked hot!

At exactly 8 PM my doorbell rang. I went down and opened the door to see a very handsome looking Hoseok in a black suit and a white button-up. The first few buttons of it undone.

"Hey," Hoseok greeted me as I opened the door.

"Hi," I shyly said, noticing how his eyes took in what I was wearing.

"You look stunning," he complimented not missing to shoot me a grin. l

"Thank you," I said, not knowing how to proceed my nerves taking the best of me.

"Ready to go?" He asked, offering me his ringed hand.

"Definitely," I answered, placing my palm in his embracing the warmth he emitted.

The first minute of the car ride was a bit awkward, but it quickly dissipated as we began talking about our day. Once we got to the restaurant we had a full conversation going.

He brought me to a very notorious restaurant in LA. It was known in the industry as the restaurant to go if you wanted a bit of privacy since it had many entrances and even though it had lots of windows you could see inside without actually being inside.

Tonight there were no paparazzi outside, thanks to Carly I believe, so we used the main entrance. Once inside the waiter quickly led us to a table and gave us the menu. After taking our order our conversation resumed.

"Nari and I used to get into so much trouble and we didn't even do anything horrible. We would always just prank her brother," I laughed remembering the old days, "He used to be a cry baby and that's what got us in trouble."

"Poor boy with two crazy girls torturing him," Hoseok teased chuckling at my memory.

"We didn't torture him! It was like a competition we had to see who could make him cry first," I tried defending myself but realized Nari and I were a bit cruel to six-year-old Youngjin.

"I remember when we were still trainees we did something similar with Jungkook," Hoseok said trying to recall the memory, "Sometimes he'd be upset and we'd simply say 'You're going to cry?' and it was like a trigger."

"You see it's fun!" I exclaimed giggling.

Somehow as the night went on his hand found mine at the table. He held it delicately, his hands were soft and warm, his rings in contrast were freezing.

"How is your album going?" He curiously asked, changing the subject.

"It's getting there... There are still a few songs missing and I'm working with some other ones to make them better. Hopefully, by next year it will be released," I uncertainly said, "This album is a bit more complicated since I'm trying to explore a new sound," I explained.

He just nodded his head letting me talk. I loved that he would just listen to what I had to say now and then adding to it or giving me his advice. We had a good conversation and I got to know him on a more personal level. He was a bright guy always looking for the positives whose smile made you smile. He was so supportive too and whenever he talked about his work you could sense the passion going out of his pores.

The night went in a blur and dessert soon came. He took me by surprise as he fed me some of it and then cleaned my bottom lip with his thumb as some chocolate was left behind. It was both sexy and sweet.

When we finished eating we went up to a little terrace in the building where you could see the view of LA and all of its twinkling lights. We stood there looking out at the view, it was peaceful.

I heard him clear his throat and call my name, "Y/n?"

"Yes?" I asked turning to look at him.

He looked nervous standing there playing with the rings on his finger. He looked hesitant so I extended my hand to hold his and reassure him.

"I am so glad you agreed to the date," he began saying his eyes on the floor, "When I met you I didn't expect to feel such a great connection to you."

"I'm glad I wasn't the only one that felt it," I told him softly.

Feeling more confident he raised his eyes to mine, "Even though we haven't known each other for a long time I find myself caring about you a lot and I can't seem to get you outta my head. I would really like to keep seeing you and I know it might not be so easy with me being on tour and you with your work, but I would really like to try..."

I stood there shocked. I hadn't expected him to reveal his feelings so rapidly, but I also understood why he did it. If he didn't do it now then when? Our lives are so hectic you don't know when the next time you'll see a person will be, so, you need to hold tight to them.

"If you don't want to, I'll respect that, but please think about it," he finished saying at my lack of response.

He gave me a defeated look as I didn't respond immediately or even after a few seconds. I was trying to organize my thoughts, if there was one thing I was sure of it was that I didn't want to let him go.

"I don't have to think about it," I said, squeezing his hand, "I would love to keep seeing you. After all, you've made me feel things I never thought I could feel."

At my confession, Hoseok's eyes regain that spark that was unique to him.

With his confidence returning he asked, "Does that mean you would like to give this a try and be my girlfriend?"

"I would love too," I excitedly giggled.

Facing him, I briefly looked down at our hands. His thumb lightly brushed against my skin and I smiled as he pulled me closer to him. My eyes met his but not for long as I glanced at his lips once I saw him do the same. He let go of my hands and gently moved them to my waist as I placed mine on his arms. He got closer to me until his lips met mine in the sweetest of kisses. I could tell how nervous he was and I was too, yet I also felt overwhelming joy at the same time. His lips were warm and inviting with a hint of chocolate from our previous dessert. We fit together, not just emotionally, but physically as if we were two puzzle pieces that lost each other long ago and finally found each other. I felt his grasp on my waist tighten slightly as my hands moved to his chest. His heartbeat was erratic and I smiled into the kiss knowing I had the same effect on his as he did on me.

We pulled apart, I opened my eyes to see him gazing at me. An unidentifiable feeling filled my heart as we went back in for another kiss not having quite enough. While the first kiss was sweet and tender this one was full of fiery passion. Our lips moved more feverishly desperate to feel each other, he pulled me even closer having me flush against him. The heat rose as I felt his tongue ask for entrance and without hesitation, I parted my lips. My hands then traveled to the back of his neck where they tangled themselves in his hair. We stood there for what felt like a small eternity, but eventually, we had to pull away as our lungs started burning, begging for air.

With smiles on our faces, we turned back to the LA scenery. Hoseok wrapped his arm around me and I leaned my head on his shoulder. After a few moments of peaceful silence, I asked, "What now? What else do you have planned?"

He looked at me with wide eyes, "I don't have anything else planned," he laughed, "I was too worried thinking you might reject me to plan something else."

"As if! I would never," I said in a defensive tone.

After thinking for a second I gave an idea, " We can go to my place... I have a bottle of wine waiting for us," I told him as I looked up at him, "That is if you want."

He looked down at me and with a kiss to my forehead he said, "Let's go."

He intertwined our hands and led me back to the car and as the gentleman, he is he opened the door for me. As Hoseok drove I couldn't help but observe him, there was something about how he gripped the steering wheel and how his eyes focused on the road that made him look so attractive.

Being so deep in thought he took me by surprise as he said, "You know it's rude to stare," he briefly glanced at my blushing face and finished by saying, "But since it's you I'll let it pass."

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He placed his hand on my thigh warming it up with just a touch and as I grew accustomed to its presence he started to caress my thigh. Up and down. Up and down. Never touching where I wanted him to be making my core throb. It made the car ride unbearable and filled with tension. He knew what he was doing since when I turned to look at him he had a smirk on his lips.

I placed my hand on top of his to stop the teasing and gave him a knowing look.

He shamelessly laughed and said, "Sorry Sweetheart couldn't resist."

"All in due time Hobi be patient," I simply told him, squeezing his hand.

Once we got to my house I opened a bottle of wine and sat on the sofa beside him. It was as if he was a magnet and I was metal. We instantly attracted each other and came into contact not being able to be apart.

We had a nice conversation going about BTS's upcoming tour.

"So, wait, you just finished this tour and you have one scheduled for next year?" I asked surprised.

"It's for the new album that's dropping. Hopefully, we'll go to more places than this year," he responded excitedly while taking a drink of his wine glass.

"I don't know how you do it, I wouldn't be able to bear being away from home for so long," I admitted while watching the wine as it swirled in the glass.

"Remember I have the guys who are practically my family," he explained with a fond smile, "Besides we've worked so hard to get to where we are now we're scared it will all go away if we take a break."

To some extent, I understood his worry. In this industry one day, you could be on top and the next on the bottom. There was always a search for the next new talent, but there were also people who would do anything to be on top even if it meant playing dirty.

"I doubt it though you have the best fanbase in the world," I reassured him.

It was the truth ARMY was always consistent. They always tried to support BTS to the fullest even if they made mistakes.

"Is that so?" he asked, tilting his head.

"Of course I've been a proud ARMY since practically the beginning," I reminded him.

"So tell me who is your bias?" he asked, getting even closer cornering me in between the sofa and him.

"Hmm? I'm not sure..." I teased with a grin.

"Is that so? There must be somebody," at this point his nose was brushing against mine.

"W-w- well there is Namjoon but my heart's not set on it yet...there is time for it to change," I told him trying to gauge his reaction.

"Then let me convince you," With every syllable, he said he pulled me closer till the gap between us was no more and our lips touched in a searing kiss.

Our lips moved in unison as if we had practiced it a million times before. We separated for a split second placing the half-drunk glasses on the table, yet our lips crashed once again not wasting a single moment.

My hands found themselves around his neck playing with his dark tendrils. I pulled on them and the most beautiful sound came from his mouth, a deep and sinful moan. Wanting to hear it again I pulled again and my ears were blessed with the wicked sound.

His hands pulled me into his lap making me straddle him, as they then roamed my body leaving a fiery trail behind causing goosebumps to arise.

He started trailing kisses around my neck finding my sweet spot and sucking on it, making me moan and grind my hips over his groin which in turn led him to buck up against me.

My hands moved across his chest feeling his hard lean muscles contract. I couldn't get enough of it. I needed more of his burning skin. I had to feel the heat he emitted and the rapid beating of his heart.

I untucked his crisp white shirt while he marked my neck with purple flowers that I would surely regret tomorrow. He nipped my neck which made me leave scratch marks down his flawless chest.

He started kissing my lips again and dragged his hands to my back as he toyed with the zipper of my dress.

He pulled back and with dark and dilated eyes asked "Can I?"

Breathless I replied, "Yes."

We held eye contact as he torturously pulled the zipper down causing my dress to drop down to my waist leaving my chest exposed. My nipples hard due to arousal and the sudden temperature change. They weren't cold for long as Hoseok quickly took one into his mouth and covered the other with his palm.

All I could do was moan and whimper as he alternated between sucking the bud and rolling it with his tongue. He rolled the other between his fingers and occasionally pulled it making me whimper and say his name.

"H-Hoseok, ahh," I stuttered with pleasure while gripping his back.

"What was that sweetheart?" he asked while momentarily pulling back. His other hand lowering down to my butt and giving it a hard smack.

"Hoseok!" I screamed as pain and pleasure flooded my senses at the same time.

"Just like that," he darkly chuckled.

It was amazing to see how a person can change from a bright, sweet, and seemingly innocent to this sexy lust-filled man. Both beautiful and dangerous simultaneously.

Hoseok picked me up as I locked my legs around his waist trying not to fall and made me direct him to my room. Once in the room, that was thankfully clean, he dropped me on the edge of the bed and finished pulling off my dress. I was almost bare with only the thin layer of lace covering my nether regions.

I sat up to finish unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off in a swift motion. His chest was an amazing sight to behold. It reflected the hours of training and practice he endured daily. I kissed down his chest and stomach, making sure to leave some marks of my own, but stopped at the hem of his pants.

I looked up at him to see him staring at me with hooded eyes and slightly parted lips. Staring into his eyes I took off his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and lowered the zipper slowly to torture him just as he did to me moments earlier.

Once his pants were off I began to palm him through his underwear not missing how his hips slightly thrust at the contact and he let out a sigh. Having tortured him enough I lowered his boxers letting his member spring up. It stood proudly with a vein going up its length. His head leaking pre-cum.

I began pumping him while swiping my thumb over the tip. Hoseok groaned as he tipped his head back. He then looked at me with a mixture of confusion and desperation as I stopped my movements, but understood as I brought him to my mouth. I started bobbing my head as I worked my way deeper until I had most of him in my mouth.

Hoseok's hands grazed my shoulders not being sure what to do with them. So, I took them and placed them on my head letting him take the lead. Taking that as permission he grabbed my hair and started guiding my movements. At some point I had him completely in my mouth, I felt as my nose touched his pelvis but before I could choke he pulled me back with a string of saliva connecting me to him.

Hoseok pulled me up and started kissing me his tongue tangling with mine. He placed me by the pillows on the bed kissing down to my neck, to my sternum, down to my stomach until I felt his breath in between my thighs. He did all this while I looked at him pleadingly. He made me suffer as he kissed around my thighs making me wince now and then as he bit down.

By this point, I was dripping and he knew it. He touched me through my underwear and felt how soaked I was. With a smirk, he rubbed up and down my slit not giving me what I wanted most.

I let out a huff of frustration and he took it as a queue to begin his work. He lowered my underwear and I felt as it got stuck to me due to my arousal. He gazed at me intently while he very slowly and gently pulled them down.

I whined, dropping my head back onto the mattress which made me not notice when he brought his fingers to my heat. I gave a mix of a squeal and a moan as he rubbed my clit in circular motions. I tried clamping my legs shut due to the sensation, but he placed himself between them not allowing me.

He wasn't doing much and I was already a moaning mess. He stuck a finger into me and he cussed at how tight I felt with only a finger in. I started gripping the bed sheets around me trying to hold onto something.

"Hoseok... p-p-lease more," I begged the feeling of his finger inside me not being enough.

"Whatever you want sweetheart," he complied by inserting another of his long fingers the tightness increasing as he kept going.

The rings on his fingers added to the pleasure as they brushed against me and soon enough I started to cum, my thighs started to tremble and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. My mouth open but not letting a sound out.

He brought me down off my high slowly, not stopping immediately. As I came back to my senses I could still feel the twitch of my thighs. I hadn't noticed that at some point my hands exchanged the sheets for Hoseok hair as I released my grip on it.

"That was beautiful," he praised.

I couldn't stop the blush that covered my face.

"Don't get shy now baby," he hummed in a low voice.

Hoseok crawled back up to me and looked at me in the eye, lots of emotions swirling in them. He brushed my hair off my face and at the sweet gesture I couldn't help but bring my hands up to his cheeks and pull him down to my lips. His mouth still tasted like me but I didn't mind. I pulled back slowly as I bit his lip and dragged it out till I released it. His eyes turned darker than before at the action.

"Don't play like that sweetheart," Hoseok growled in my ear.

I acted innocently saying "What do you mean?"

"You know what," he said as his thumb went over my lips.

"I need you Hoseok," I whispered. For a second I thought he didn't hear me until he spoke.

"Whatever you want you get sweetheart."

After what felt like an eternity I felt him sink into me and we both let out a moan in unison.

"Fuck you're so tight," he groaned shutting his eyes tightly.

"Just for you," I reassured, and as I said those words I saw a fire ignite in him as he started thrusting slowly and deeply.

"Faster baby," I whined.

He complied and started going faster, his hands laced through mine. He went deep inside me making me feel full and hitting all the right spots. The sight of him on top of me was otherworldly, the way he'd let out silent groans and how his eyes focused on every little reaction I gave.

Just as I was reaching my peak he stopped his movements. Pleadingly I looked at him. He took my hand pulling me up as he sat against the headboard and in his low voice said, "Ride me."

I could only say one thing, "With pleasure."

I straddled him and slowly sunk into him. He held my hips as I bounced on him, his hands occasionally roaming to my chest. He was truly a sight to behold as the sweat dropped from his neck and chest giving his skin a gleam. Plus, the way he'd try to hide his moans and groans. The moans caused by me.

"I'm not gonna last long sweetheart," he revealed with a grimace.

"Me either baby," I agreed as I felt the knot forming in my stomach.

He then started rubbing my clit with one hand while he pulled me to his lips with the other. Just like that the uncontrollable heat between us amplified to extreme measures as we reached our climax together. He muffled my moans as he kissed me. The long kisses slowly turned into pecks until we pulled away with our breaths heavy and our foreheads touching. The heat was there but it was faint having been satisfied for now. I got off of him suddenly feeling very empty.

We laid on my observing each other and recuperating from the past activity. Hoseok caressed my arm with his fingertips relaxing me even more. After getting my breathing under control I noticed he had an infectious smile on his lips which in turn made me smile back. Sunshine Hoseok was back.

"Was everything okay?" He asked slowly, making sure I was alright.

"It was perfect," I whispered, not wanting to break the serenity of the room.

"You were perfect," he responded, pulling me closer so I laid on his chest, the one I had marked in many ways.

"Oh, stop it," I said, the smile never leaving my lips. I hoped he wouldn't notice the blush appearing on my face.

"Know what?" his voice turned serious.

"What?" I was curious to see what he would say.

"The moment you walked up to us in the awards and gave me that sweet glance... I knew I felt something for you." He confessed sweetly as we laid there basking in each other's presence.

I didn't need to say anything since he knew I felt the same.

Cuddling more into his side he kissed my head. I thought about how the time to come would be hard because of our careers, but I paid it no mind. As long as I have Hoseok by my side I would go to hell and back.

A/N: *cough cough* well that happened. It's my first time writing smut so bear with me. If you liked it let me know! If you didn't don't worry it won't happen too often. The way I wrote the first part really didn't leave much of a choice this was what was supposed to happen.

So, if you guys enjoyed it please let me know and make sure to like and reblog to show your support.

I'm still shook. Honestly.

PS. I'm sorry for grammatical mistakes but I really wanted to publish it. I'll probably go back later and fix them.

See you guys later ;) 💜 x

-Nikki Marie

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Hey I just saw that's your anniversary on 5 days so happy birthday to you little thing! What your age will you be ? 😁 Plus for the prompt idea: what if Tom, your boyfriend, find a very old blog were u posted fanfic and all. But the imagines in there are steamy stuff about sebastian stan or Steve roger with rough sex and things like that. How do you think he will react ? Will he be jealous? Will he be angry even though it was a long ago ? Sorry for my bad English I'm French hehe ! Thanks u !

aww thank you my love! And I’m going to be 20❤️ I’m gonna write this like a continuation to the last oneeee, I love this idea xx

part 1

Tom would be super curious now to what else you did that he didn’t know about. He picked your phone up of the ground and navigated his way to your tumblr profile. You had fallen asleep on the couch, worn out from your orgasm. He scrolled and scrolled, everything recent was mostly just reblogs of things about him & the mcu. The occasional original post of yours and he had to give you props, they were pretty funny. He was really enjoying himself, he felt like he was discovering a new side of you.

Then he saw something you posted about a called a master list? What the hell was that. He clicked on the link and saw that it was a list of a bunch of other links and they were separated into categories. Sebastian Stan, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Steve Rogers, even Natasha Romanoff. But nothing about him. He decided to check out the Sebastian Stan one. He didn’t know what he expected. Maybe a collection of his movies, some pictures but definitely not this.

“Sebastians godlike shirtless frame stood above you, you’d never seen a more beautiful man” he scrolled down further - “his hard cock rammed into your soaking core, fucking you like no one else could” Tom was pissed. When had you written this? He’d known Sebastian Stan was your favorite actor but he couldn’t believe it. He didn’t know why he was so worked up, but he felt really hurt. Betrayed almost, and they were just words. He looked down at you sleeping, you were so gorgeous, the thought of you with someone else killed him inside. He looked through more- he even counted, you had written a whopping 27 pieces on Sebastian Stan. Not all of them were dirty, but if he was honest, the lovey dovey ones bothered him more.

He knew he shouldn’t, but his emotions got the best of him. He reached down and shook you awake. “What’s wrong baby?” You ask sweetly. Normally you’d be angry at him for waking you but after how good he’d finger fucked you earlier you couldn’t even be mad. “Do you want to fuck Sebastian Stan?” He asked and your eyes got wide. “Tom what the hell, no!” You exclaim, sitting up. “Then what is this?” He asks, showing you your phone. Your eyes skim over the screen and you realize it’s one of your old smut posts. “Tom that was from like 3 years ago- look at the authors note at the bottom, ‘I’m so excited for civil war’ you fucking dickhead” You shout at him, standing up and walking away. He feels beyond foolish now- he knows he fucked up.

“Baby, I’m so sorry” he whispered grabbing your arm but you shook out of his grip. “Don’t baby me” you answer sourly. You go to the kitchen and grab wine cooler, you need a drink to calm yourself down before you snap on him. “Y/N baby I know you don’t want to fuck him- I Just - I was so overwhelmed when I saw it, and you always talk about how he’s your favorite actor, I was just jealous and I’m sorry. I love you so so much-” you got tired of his rambling. “Shut up Tom, it’s okay. But it really hurt my feelings that you asked me that. You’re the only man for me” you tell him and Tom feels his heart swell. How did he get so lucky?

“I love you too. But who’s better baby, me or Sebastian?” He asks, lifting you up and sitting you on the kitchen counter. “What?” You ask, not sure what to say. He pulls off your clothing until you’re naked. He crouches down so he’s level with your pussy, “who’s better?” He asks again; this time he kisses the insides of your thighs. “You are Tom, always you” you coo, looking down at him. You feel yourself getting wetter with each second. How could he make you so angry and then so horny in a matter of minutes? “Good” he replies before placing his mouth on your core. Your head falls back and you moan as he tastes your juices.

He gives new meaning to the term, “eating out” . You were sure it was impossible for him to be making you feel so good. His tongue touched every corner of you before he began focusing on your clit. “Tom!” You nearly scream his name while he works. You can feel yourself getting close and you can barely breathe. Your legs begin to close around his head and he pushes them back open. “You gonna cum on my face?” He asks, looking up at you and you nod. Your hands grip his shoulders, holding on tight because you felt like you were gonna fall off the face of the earth. He licks long strips up your pussy, applying pressure on your bundle of nerves and you’re unraveling. You dig your nails into his skin as you cum.

You barely have a chance to process your orgasm before Tom pulls you down and flips you so your bent over the counter. “oh fuck!” You cry out when he shoves his dick into you. “You’re fucking soaked” Tom whispers, wrapping your hair into a ponytail around his fist and tugging you back onto his cock. You’re on your tip toes, head tilted back as far as it can go. Your eyes roll back when he pulls out and pushes back into you. “Tom, oh my god, tom” moans tumble from your lips as he fucks you. He’s rough, your hips bumping the edge of the counter which each thrust but you don’t care. “You��re taking my dick so good baby” he mutters, using his free hand to smack your ass.

You push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust and all that can be heard in the kitchen is the obscene sound of him entering you and both of your moans. “Tom, please don’t stop, I’m gonna fucking cum!” You tell him and he goes even harder. “Cum for me babygirl!” He commands and you obey. Youre orgasm is more intense than the first, and second one. “Tom!” You chant his name over and over as he chases his own release. He grunts as when finally does, cumming inside of you.

“Fuck, lets just get married now” Tom jokes, pulling you into his embrace. “Gotta lock you down before Sebastian finds your little stories and wants to try the real thing” he kisses your forehead and you roll your eyes. “Shut up you goof”

#this is much longer than it shoudve been #i got carried away #i loved the prompt though #jamesbarnesstan #prompt night #theme night #tom holland preference #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland one shot #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland #spiderman

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I know this might sound like a weird question, but do you have any advice on creating OCs? I don't really think of myself as a creative person, andeven though I really wanna make OCs, I always have trouble with it. Design, personality- everything. It seems like all my characters are the same shy, timid person, just w/ different haircuts.

o wow, i don’t really know how to help with this oneeee

usually i just like, watch a bunch of shows/movies and get inspired by them. Like my favourite kind of character designs are something like Guillermo del Toro’s Hellboy w (lowkey fave movie) so I just use that aesthetic for my OCs.

For personality, i usually just... well after watching or reading for a while, you kinda see character tropes. So like, there’s gonna be a dumb but lovable one, the smart and awkward one, the sarcastic and aloof one; this tropes can be your base for the characters. It’s pretty easy to develop them from there (though i will say for me it was really hard until i have a proper story in mind, and then it was smooth sailing)

I don’t really know how to give coherent advice on this ;---;If you want, you can dm me, I can try helping you from there?

#SORRY I DON'T KNOW WHAT IM DOING #teco chats #Anonymous

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Saved by a Stray pt. 10

A/N I really like this oneeee

Warnings: Mentions of death.

During my freak out heavy men had to come in and sedate me. I am told that it took several hours for the ice on my skin to melt, but even then the room temperature didn't begin to rise for a full day. I was woken up by my Superior the next afternoon...

"Special agent Howell. Glad to see you awake finally." My superior says. Her name is Mirra Clark and she's the toughest looking woman I've ever seen. She doesn't look a day over twenty-eight, although her real age is thirty-six. She sports short, spiky, dark hair. She's wearing a grey dress shirt with black jeans. A rookie might mistake her for just another agent, if it weren't for the two guards that followed her around. She's the second in command of the faction and is smarter than anyone I know and will ever know combined.

I sit up quickly, saluting her. I say a quick greeting. "Madam superior."

"At ease agent. I've come here as a friend not a superior." her voice is strong, but sincere.

"Ma'am." I lower my arm, but stay sitting up despite my fatigue.

"Stop that. I know you're not quite well. You can lay down." Mirra orders.

"Thank you ma'am." I let myself relax.

"I'm sorry about special agent Lester. We're working on a team right now to help get him back." she says.

"Yes ma'am. May I ask who you have picked out for the team?"

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. If you are well enough by tomorrow morning I want you to lead the team."

My eyes widen and I sputter. "Madam superior I-I..That's is such an honor, b-but my condition. I'm not stable."

"Your condition is exactly why I want you to go. I am told that your condition gives you remarkable strength, let alone your already previous abilities. You have the skill to be a leader. I don't want anyone else for the job."

When she finishes it's hard for me to keep my jaw from dropping. Endless appreciations fall from my lips. Praise from a superior is one of the greatest honors.

"I only expect the best from you." Her eyes soften. "You'll do good Daniel."

With that she was out the door, a guard on either side. I was left speechless.

A mission? Voix asks.

"Yes, a mission." I confirms while flipping through memories of some of my favorite missions. "And you need to be on your best behavior because I'm not gonna let anything stand in the way of saving Phil. Including myself."

This is 'beautiful' Voix comments, sounding mesmerized. That the word right? When you seem something you thing is good and you want to say that it is more than good?"

"Almost," I chuckle, "But my fighting is less beautiful and more brutal. I don't always fight fair."

How did you learn how to do this? You're a killing machine. Voix giggles.

It's a long story and I'm not anymore, that was a long time ago.

Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. I've got nothing, but time. Pleeease? They beg.

I sigh before giving in.

I was fifteen when the war broke out. My brother was twelve. Because of our age the government took us away to begin training. We were about half way to the training camp when our bus was attacked. The adults were killed and most of the children were taken, but I had ran. I took Adrian by the arm and we ran like hell. After days of wandering we came upon the φονιάς faction. They were strict but all around a good place, until the sickness swept through. For two years the sickness was the main cause of death in our faction. People died left and right and the defence dropped significantly. A new superior over threw the one before and everything got a lot worse. Adrian had died, or so I thought, and I was angry with the world. By that time I was eighteen and ready to fight. Due to my small frame and weak body I failed continuously. Because of this I train harder than anyone there. I'd spend hours on end learning hand-to-hand combat, how to use a gun properly, and my personal favorite, knives. I worked with men three times my size and got my ass handed to me again and again. Slowly I got better and bigger. By the time I was twenty I was able to take down every opponent thrown my way.

Years later I found out my parents had been killed in a fire. I left φονιάς wanting to find a new place, somewhere to forget about my dead family and start a new. That's when I found this place. For a while I killed every 'bad guy' I came across. One day madam superior partnered me with Phil. I've learned so much from him. I learned how to forgive the world, to not harm, but save it. That people can be kind and gentle without appearing weak. He taught me that just because someone is gone, it doesn't mean they aren't with you. Phil became my partner, but he also became my truest friend. I stopped killing so ruthlessly and fighting became a business not a sport. I didn't need to kill.

That's what I've been trying to teach you we don't need to kill to feel powerful. And we aren't weak for saving someone else. It's what makes us stronger.

Voix seemed speechless. Finally in a small whisper. We can save him, but only him. I'll behave this once.

I let out a breathe I didn't realize I was holding. Thank you.

-DH

#phanfiction #phanfic #phanfic au #phandom #dan and phil #saved by a stray

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 6 years

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Evading eternal gloom and chaos in general | November Goals Update

Hey People of Earth!

Today is December 1st. Which means, November (death) is over, and I can officially restart life during Christmas break in 21 days. November as a whole was much better than October (so much, we don't even compare the two) which is strange, as November is the month of death usually because school gets crazy. Regardless, I’m very pleased that I somehow evaded eternal gloom (for the most part) in November.

Some cool things happened this month, including two university open houses in two different locations in Ontario (London + Windsor = two road trips, two weekends in a row), that high school dance life (my first hs dance when ur last year is next year and this is the first social occasion you’ve attended haaaa lol rip) and Literally The Worst Case Of Writer’s Block Ever I Kid You Not. (Which I will definitely go into in this month’s writing update!)

Overall, November was this very chaotic amalgamation of busy, but cumulatively, was pretty darn memorable. Darn.

Onto the goals.

(Also, I don't know if I’ve ever explained this in recent years, but I work with goals in a very strange way. As in, I don't really work with them, as in, I write these posts every month with goals, then never refer to them for the entire month, then come back a month later ?? and ?? for some ?? reason this ?? works ?? it’s also very entertaining to laugh at my failures is that morbid that I enjoy this very much oh no)

(I enjoy writing these posts a lot though, they give me some time to reflect on the last 30 or 31 days I’ve lived and they act as a great routine. :))

Anywhoozies, onto the things I did and mostly did not do:

1. Hit 15k in FOSTERED #6

So. Let’s just talk about this goal very briefly, shall we. As I mentioned above, November and I did not get along in terms of writing, as in, November served me a big ol’ slice of Writer’s Block and left me to choke on it. I wasn't really expecting this block to be so severe, but it was a thing, and it was very real. I mentioned this in DtWT #66, and I know writer’s block is controversial (some people thinks it’s a bullshit excuse, some people don't care, some people strongly believe in it, etc). I stand on the side of ‘in creative fields, every artist is bound to run into some form of a challenge at some point in their career’. As a creative person, I've experienced tons of creative block. In some cases, yes, this block is caused by fear, lack of ideas, sometimes procrastination, but ohhhh myyy, November’s writer’s block was none of these things.

Initially, it was straight up fear, I’ll admit that. I was just starting this book, didn't want to screw up the beginning of the *very last* book, couldn't piece together ideas that I thought were good even though @sarahkelsiwrites was very honest about them and had good feedback, etc, etc. I would say the first week and a half of this block were straight-up fear based. And then weeks 2 + 3 came and it sort of wasn't anymore. I wasn't scared to write this book because at this point, I was pretty fed up with my moping and fear, and just wanted to get some words out.

*and then the words stopped coming and they just stopped coming*

(which isn't entirely the truth, but let me elaborate)

In this time period, I was still writing. I was still hitting my 250 goal almost every single day, and there wasn't one day I didn't go about writing, or go about figuring out how to go about writing. To me, writer’s block doesn't mean I’m not writing. It just means there’s this disconnect that prevents me from immersing myself into my work, thus holding me back from creating the best thing I possibly can, OR making me think I’m creating something of unsubstantial standards. Does this make sense.

So yes, I was very out of it, and I really do think this block was triggered by fear, and once I got over that fear, lingered. BUT I’m doing MUCH better now, let’s not jinx this, AKA I hit 15 587 words this month and when I made this goal literally didn't think I would haaaa bless.

2. Outline more of ALANNIS, and like maybe try to finish it, though I mean this isn’t going to happen, so yeah, just work on it pls

No. lol. So. I’m going to count this as a half win, because I did complete this goal, but not by much. In October’s post, I mentioned I wanted to go through this outline to see if I could possibly shift some of them into the POV of my boi Matthew. This novel is narrated by Chris, and while I love my girl, something was missing from the story, and so I was like, yanno, screw it, let’s see if I can find some chapters to give to Matt just for the hell of it. Overall, I found about 12 or so chapters I could give to him (excluding new ideas that I haven't gotten, but yes), which is pretty good. Not sure I even want to do this dual POV thing, but I mean, I worked on the outline sort of so. (I really need to get on top of this thing I’ve been outlining it for like a year oops.)

3. Upload cover making video

So abridged version of this disclaimer: basically, my hard drive died on me this month, it had all the footage for all my upcoming YouTube vids, including all the speedpaints and cover making vids, lol sigh back up your stuff kids, didn't listen to myself, rip my data, you will be missed (didn’t lose anything personal and my documents are always protected because they’re the most important) SOOO that happened. HOWEVERRR, this is not an excuse for why I did not finish this goal because I literally had another cover making video exported and ready on my computer BUUUUT I’m vERYyyY extra and wasn't liking how my THUMBNAIL was coming out so yesterday when I was scrambling to actually get this goal done because good job time management, was like yo okay imma redo this tomorrow, and so here’s the thumbnail:

And here’s the ugly shit it was before:

AND ACTUALLY, the only reason I never got this vid up like I dunno THREE WEEKS AGO WHEN IT WAS READY, was because of this THUMBNAILLLL WHICH HAS BEEN LIKE A 2 WEEK PROCESS.

(why do I take these things so seriously)

(this thumbnail took me longer to make than the goddamn book cover)

(I digress so sorry for that rant)

(th u mb n a il)

I did get the video up today, though, and you can watch it right here:

youtube

4. Read a book yo.

I actually did this, lol. I finished Kristen Martin’s Shadow Crown this month and started History of Wolves by Emily Fridlund, but I’ve been reading that one at school and like, so far, I’m getting the vibe that I need some hardcore tea and snow and a fire log and some peace and quiet to just appreciate this book because so far I’ve read it in math class and while I do enjoy my math class, i’m getting the feeling this book ain’t no math class aesthetic. (so, the answer is, no I didn't finish this book, but yes, I really really want to because i’m liking it a lot so far and the voice is nice as fuuuuuuuuh and dooooon’t get me started on the writing clapz for dayz)

5. Finish another character portrait

I actually did four portraits this month, two of which are Christmas gifts so I can’t share those at the moment, but here’s one I did of @sarahkelsiwrites’ character Simon:

(and you can watch the speedpaint HERE)

And then one I did of Quinn, my MC for THIS IS WHERE THE END STARTS:

(which might be my favourite piece of art and you can watch the speedpaint HERE)

6. Find and finalize an ALANNIS epigraph

I dunno why this is still a goal because I’m literally not going to do it if I’m hardly working on the darn outline, but yes, no, fail.

7. Work on FOSTERED #5′s book cover

Epic fail, XD. I don't like the design of the re-designed FOSTERED covers, but for the sake of consistency, I’m going along, and that's serving for some unenthusiastic cover designing but I do need to get this done so I can order copies. (WHICH, by the way, I have a new copy of I’M DISAPPOINTED to order, a copy of my sister’s novel, A HAPPINESS TO WONDER, a copy of my novelette sort of thing THE TREATED and on top of this FOSTERED #5, you can totally call me cheap for realllyyyy not wanting to pay for that shipping twice, lol. Point is, I’ll be doing an unboxing because those are literally my favourite videos ever and I’ve watched every single one on YouTube no lie. ;))

So those were the goals. Finished 4ish/almost5 out of 7 goals this much which is pretty ass, but the ones I didn't finish (with the exception of one AKA THE OUTLINE) weren't super important. Some shtuff I’d like to get done in December:

1. Hit 25k in FOSTERED #6 (aka REWIRED)

2. Outline more of ALANNIS, and like maybe try to finish it, though I mean this isn’t going to happen, so yeah, just work on it pls

COME ONNNN

(it’s literally been so long since I actually outlined this book)

3. Upload a video

4. Read a book yo.

I really do doubt I’ll get this one done, but it’d be real nice.

5. Finish another character portrait

7. Work on FOSTERED #5′s book cover

Probably also won’t finish this oneeee haaaheeaahahe

8. Make a character aesthetic

(this is sort of a cop out because I have to make one for Lonan this month since his birthday is on the 9th and for those birthday posts I need one but also I've been telling myself to do this since the start of November and ohhh noo I’m running out of time oops)

So that’s it for now, folks. I hope your November was great. :) Keep an eye out for the monthly writing update! That’s it for now, thanks for reading!

--Rachel

#Writing #writerblr #goalsupdates

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Rewatching “Batman” (1989)

Decided to rewatch this classic before I watch the new Justice League movie that’s out this week

I, for one, am so glad Danny Elfman brought the Batman theme back into “Justice League”

*jams out to the Batman theme*

JACK NICHOLSON

Billy Dee Williams! And he’s only in it for like 5 minutes

Jack Palance!

Oh my gosh, I forgot Prince did music for this movie

Aaaand it’s the Batman symbol!

Matte painting! Matte paintings everywhere!

Why do they always portray Gotham as freaking packed? I know it’s supposed to be a bustling metropolis but this is too much.

Why yes, random family, let’s take a shortcut through a shady ass alleyway.

What the...

Batman, brought to you by American Express

*Batman floats down behind the robbers* Eeeyyyy!!

*Batman gets shot* Welp, he’s dead. End of movie. Cue end credits music.

Gotta take your sweet ass time revealing your cape...

He raises his arms so high in the air in order to do it.

“I want you to tell all your friends about me.” “What are you?!?!?” I’M BATMAN! DAAAA NA NA NAAAA NAAAAA

Lando?!?

Mayor Borg?!?!?

“People of Gotham City, I [Harvey Dent] am a man of few words.” Nah, he’s a double-crossing, no-good swindler.

All righty, unpopular opinion time: I don’t like Jack Nicholson as the Joker. I just don’t. He’s just... Jack Nicholson in clown paint. Plus they establish him as a character before he becomes the Joker.

Oh, and of course, they name the Jack Nicholson character “Jack”

So who’s the Lieutenant character again?

Heelllooo shady lookin’- oh it’s Jack Nicholson.

Bob the Goon!

Matte painting!

This movie should be subtitled “Matte Paintings: The Movie”

Oh my God, Lando, what did they do to your hair?

Eeeeyyy!! Bob Kane!

“Vale, will you marry me [Knox]?” “Nope?” “Wanna buy me lunch?” “Maybe.” “I eat light!” Pffftt....

Story time: the Quidditch coach/captain of the team here at college (who is notorious for being a flirt) asked me to buy him supper one time before practice. I knew it was a joke but I told him “Nah, you gotta earn it” and I was applauded by the team

Obligatory purple Joker suit!

Obligatory Joker card!

Why is it such a big deal that Jack Nicholson is involved with that one particular moll?

You gotta hammer it in that Jack Nicholson’s gonna become the Joker

Why is there a casino set up in Wayne Manor?

Michael Gough!

Why is Vicki Vale dressed like she’s getting ready to be married?

I like that we don’t actually meet Bruce until like 20 minutes into the movie. Plus they establish him as a mystery character- technically the main characters at the beginning of the movie is Knox and Vicki and then it shifts to Batman. And then again, we don’t get a lot of background on either Batman or Bruce.

I never really had time to appreciate how great Michael Keaton is as Bruce Wayne but dang he’s good. And I love the reasoning behind this casting: there’s no way he could be seen as Batman and when we do find out, it’s a big shock.

Holy crap, how many cameras are set up around the manor?

Oh my gosh, Bruce has reading glasses!

Sound stage!

FreEEEZZZEE!!!

AN: I’m only 25 minutes into this movie. We gots a bit to go because I’m such a motormouth

Boom goes the dynamite!

Yes, let’s have a police shootout in a chemical factory! Great plan, guys!

Man, Gary Oldman’s Commissioner Gordon would be on the ball when it came to this situation. Pat Hingle’s Commissioner Gordon just stands around and gives orders

Um, officers, you’re walking into a puddle of toxic chemicals...

In all seriousness though, I want Jack Nicholson’s hat

Never have I seen a smirkier Batman than Michael Keaton’s Batman

Well there’s also Kevin Conroy’s Batman

*Jack Nicholson falls into the chemical vat* Welp, he’s dead. End of movie. Cue end credits music.

AXIS

Why were Jack Nicholson’s fingernails dyed green from the chemicals? I know it’s comic book logic but still...

This scene in the dining hall is my dad’s favorite scene in the movie.

That is an impossibly long dining table.

Aaww, they’re having dinner with Alfred in the butlers’ quarters!

“Alfred’s great. I [Bruce] couldn’t find my socks without him.” Cue in Batman: The Animated Series, Joker literally cannot find his socks because Harley’s not there.

That is no way to take bandages off properly, Jack...

Mirror... MIRROR!!

“You see what I have to work with here.” Yeah, those are some shitty surgical tools there, buddy.

Oh, throw that shoe, Bruce

“Who the hell are you?” “It’s me [the Joker].” *sings* IT’S MEEEEEE

“Jack? Jack is dead, my friend. You can call me.. Joker! And as you can see, I’m a lot happier!”

This freaking circus music though

*Bruce and Vicki cuddle while sleeping* Cue Bruce going “Aw man, I can’t enjoy spending time with this awesome lady because I gotta brood, man.”

WHY IS HE UPSIDE DOWN?!?!?

WAIT ‘TIL THEY GET A LOAD OF ME!

Why the hell is Jack Nicholson dressed like that?

What kind of hand buzzer is that?!?

HAVEN’T YOU HEARD THE HEALING POWER OF LAUGHTER? NOW GET OUTTA HERE!

YOUUU... ARE MY NUMBER ONEEEE... GUUUYYYYYY!!

How does Bruce Wayne AKA Batman not notice Vicki trailing him from his house to Crime Alley?

Random mime... more random mimes...

Why is Bruce just standing there? Ooohhhh... wait a minute.. there’s this whole schindig about him recognizing Jack later in the movie

There is literally no reason why Jack Nicholson becomes the Joker since he’s already been established as Jack Napier before the whole ACE Chemicals thing.

THIS TOWN NEEDS AN ENEMA!

Alfred just wants some grandkids, gosh dang it

How the hell did you get those pics, Vicki?

Oh my God, I hate that this Joker has this weird crush on Vicki. I hate it so much.

“I’m in a mind to make some mooky.” Ugghh...

Oh my gosh, the Smylex commercial

Oh my gosh, the newspeople aren’t wearing any care products... pfftt...

What kind of cake foundation does Joker have? That’s like the stuff we had to wear in high school

That waiter just addressed Vicki as “sir”

Did Joker write that message in crayon?

That elderly couple is dead after falling off the balcony like that

LET’S BROADEN OUR MINDS!

*jams the crap out to “Party Man” by Prince*

*One goon paints over a bust* Hey look, it’s the Jared Leto Joker

What the crap is this music that plays? It plays during one of the trailers for “The Shape of Water”

Oh wait, it’s the theme from something called “A Summer Place”

I quote the “one dollar bill” quote all the freaking time at my house.

The prosthetic work on Alicia looks pretty sweet, I gotta say

Oh, a little song.. a little dance... Batman’s head on a lance...

Oh my gosh, I forgot how much Kim Basinger screamed in this movie

They even color coded the cars for Joker’s goons

*The police get involved in an accident involving a farmer’s market truck* NO, NOT THE CABBAGES!

There is no way in hell that Vicki only weighs like 108

Remember when the Batsuit was made out of rubber, you guys?

*Crazy, sword-wielding guy goes after Batman* Seriously? Did you not see “Raiders of the Lost Ark?”

For the Batmobile, it looks like they made the toy first before constructing it for the movie

Gotta love that Danny Elfman score...

*Vicki tries to see under Batman’s cowl* Yo, Vicki, don’t distract Batman while he’s driving

The Batcave!

Why is there just this one random bat hanging out in a bird cage?

Forgot that Michael Keaton literally could not turn his head in the Batsuit

Oh my gosh, how short is Michael Keaton here?

Oooohhh nice transition!

How the hell did Vicki end up back there?

Gotta admit, that’s a nice apartment

“You see, my life is really...” Batsy!

JUST TELL HER YOU’RE [Vicki] BATMAN!

I like how Bruce walks right by the fire poker in order to get a freaking tray to hit Joker with

YOU WANNA GET NUTS?!? C’MON, LET’S GET NUTS!

EVER DANCE WITH THE DEVIL IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT?

“Never rub another man’s rhubarb.” What?

There is no way in hell that Bruce deflected that bullet with the tray

Matte painting!

“Can you hear me? Just the two of us.” *sings “Just the Two of Us” by Will Smith*

Gotta admit, Michael Keaton’s Batman has an awesome thinking/pensive face. It’s probably the eyebrows that help

What is it with families being targeted by random gun-wielding criminals in abandoned alleyways?

There’s no way that that’s Jack Nicholson playing young Jack Napier

Nevermind, it’s some dude named Hugo Blick

*scats the Batman theme obnoxiously out of tune*

Batman’s belt just slipped. Never gonna un-see that

Why is it that every time this Batman is in the Batsuit and glaring at somebody, he looks like he’s really constipated?

Seriously, is there not a bathroom in the Batcave?

Is this another Prince song?

So where exactly did Joker find the time to find all of this stuff and prepare for an impromptu 200th anniversary parade?

The Batplane!

Matte painting!

“Me? I’m giving away free money!” And it looks faaaaakkkeee...

Something is up with that clown balloon’s nose... just saying...

Yeah, lets go after the Joker’s goons with a baseball bat, Knox. That’ll go well.

I love the sounds all the buttons make on the Batplane dashboard

“My balloons. Those are my balloons! He stole my balloons!” Iconic.

Hahaha he [Joker] used Bob the Goon as a step stool off the parade float!

*The Batplane pauses in front of the moon* Eeeeyyy!!

*Joker pulls out the gun with the really long muzzle out of the front of his pants* No comment

Again, why is Vicki Vale dressed like she’s either getting ready to get married or go to a wedding?

“Better make it ten [minutes].” What makes this awesome is that ten minutes actually goes by both in-universe time and movie run time. My dad actually timed it the first time I watched this with him.

Mad respect to Tim Burton for the aesthetic in this movie, I gotta say

The eyebrows on Batman’s cowl strangely match Michael Keaton’s. Was this intentional?

*Joker “dances” with Vicki* Now see the last time I recall Joker dancing with somebody was the 5 second long Alex Ross scene with Harley Quinn in “Suicide Squad”

Unpopular opinion time: I like Jared Leto’s Joker better than Jack Nicholson’s Joker *gets bombarded with hate mail and darts*

Eugghhhh Vicki’s pulling a freaking Jasmine from “Aladdin”

“You wouldn’t hit a guy with glasses now, would ya?” Cue Wreck-It-Ralph

How the hell did Joker pull Batman and Vicki off the roof like that?

Oh my gosh that 80s falling effect

Yeah no, from that drop, the Joker’s body would be a freaking mess

“The reign of crime [in Gotham City] is over.” BWAHAHAHAHAHA

Oh hi Billy Dee Williams!

You know what would be awesome: if Kim Basinger had a cameo somewhere in the Batman solo movie directed by Ben Affleck. Just saying

Yoooo....

#batman #1989 batman #jack nicholson #Michael Keaton #billy dee williams #danny elfman #vicki vale #joker #commissioner gordon #kim basinger #the blogger reacts #bruce wayne #prince #Tim Burton #jared leto

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take-the-opporchancity · 7 years

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do the rest of the qs!

@ahh thats so many but sure why not ! put a read more so you dont have to deal with them alllll!! ASK ME STUFFFFFFFF PLZ i love you

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

- of course not

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

- well im assuming whoever asked me this is at least mildly thinking of me but appart from you who is reading this are now thinking of me ;)

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

heck yeah

24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

heck no. 5 years ill still be a young fish

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

i mean if it happens it happens

26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

yeah but was lies

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

i dont think so

28. Have you ever been cheated on?

yupppppppppp

29. Have you ever cheated on someone?

nopee

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?

i dont think id ever too much effort

31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

of course.

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

:/ yuppz

33. Have you ever had sex with a man?

nope

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?

yuppp

35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

nope

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

yepp

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

oh god yes

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

multiple times

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

yup

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

nooo

41. Have you had sex so far this year?

nope

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

not very long tbh

43. How long was your longest relationship?

3 years???

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013?

uh 0

46. How many times did you have sex last year?

ummmmmm... dont remember..

47. How old are you?

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

_shrugs_

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?

i dont have oneeee

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

hell naw

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

my best friends

52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?

my ex. they are just ugh. my parents they are just giving me so much ughhhh

53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

i dont think sooo? im not talking to anyone lol loner life

54. Is there someone you will never forget?

i find it difficult to forget people

55. Share a relationship story.

uhhh idk what to say tbh. they all ended in a bad way and yuppppp

56. State 8 facts about your body

um, I have a lot of scars, i love my hair, my eyes are a greeny brownish colour?, i big feet, im like 5′7, i haveand my a birthmark/mole idk on my hand my mum tried to scrub off when i was little because she thought it was dirt , 2 more 2 more um i cant wink withought scrunching up my entire face, i have not central teeth cuz of a messed up dentist

57. Things you want to say to an ex

honestly nothing, bye. it was good but nah

58. What are five ways to win your heart?

hugsssss, loving animals as much as i do, tbh just liking me in anyway?? an adoreable as heck smile, and being passionate about literally anything ugh that is to die for legit.

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)

my profile picccc is me also i post a lot look up the me tag or somethin..

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?

3 years

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

smile and eyessssss

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?

uhhhhh think im cute

63. What is your definition of “having sex”?

tbh anything thats like sexual and more than just kissing is gtting there tbh. defo not just penetration.

64. What is your definition of cheating?

well you can emotionally cheat on someone and then physically cheat but if you hide something between you and another person because you know it would make your S.O upset then..... probably cheating.

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?

shhh its a secret but gay shit

66. What is your favourite roleplay?

I like to pretend im a burrito and wrap up nice and warm and then like?????? fall asleep

67. What is your idea of the perfect date?

uh tbh like an aquarium or a seal watching trip or like ?? just a walk along the beach getting to know each otehr legittt

68. What is your sexual orientation?

gay as hecks

69. What turns you off?

guys, homophobia, transphobia, racisim, assholes,

70. What turns you on?

girls, girls, gilrs, anything girls do.

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

being successful in life??? nah but like idk tbh i have weird ass dreams

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?

these questions went from vaugely to sorta didnt they now

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?

love me

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?

has to be uuuthhhhh a girl

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

idk hugged me

76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?

flew to god damn america

77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?

its okay as long as like its not too large and also gotta be legal man

78. What’s your dirtiest secret?

Idkkkk...I guess the fact im a hoe but like just in my head

79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?

everyone is going to uni and im just like sad

80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

no idea does my mum count like this morning

81. Who are five people you find attractive?

uh dodie, ewan mcgreggor, all girls, tbh ust every girl ever i cant choose j

82. Who is the last person you hugged? alex from work :/ because i got him a card for leaving and he was like hug?? ehhhhhhhh

83. Who was your first kiss with? my ex emily

84. Why did your last relationship fail?because i was not good enough and couldnt do enough

85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?

have done probably would again if it came down to it but it depends tbh it can be stressful

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