Freeway Surfing

She’d been halfway to sneaking a taste of the frosting when the cake rustles, freezing and staring at it warily shortly before Tom jumps out from inside it. Embarrassingly enough the surprise of that makes Lucy yelp, stumble backward, and stare up at him in disbelief.

Though it doesn’t take her too long before she starts laughing from the surprise. “How did- when- Tom!”

her-masterful-genius:

Staring in disbelief, as soon as her thoughts catch up with what she was seeing Lucy blushes dark purple, the grin on her face reflexive and with a touch too much teeth. Though she’s still not so sneakily taking in what he was wearing.

“Y- when’d- um.” Not the most intelligent of responses, too many questions she wanted to ask to pick one to stick with.

“I’ve been planning it since like last year to be honest,” Tom admitted with a small shrug. “So do you like it?” He took a bit of the chocolate cream from the cake and sucked on his finger watching her amused and giddy.

“Do you want to unpack the present?” He leaned closer whispering with a wide grin.

If it was at all possible for her face to go darker purple, Lucy didn’t know, covering it with both hands and peering at Tom through her fingers. “Um, maybe? Yes?” she answers weakly in return, the words muffled.

So close, if that yelp was any indication. Laughing as well and throwing herself into the game, Lucy can feel one of the shots hit her first in the leg then the back as she searches for another hiding spot. Her laughter stuttering at each hit, she wheels around in order to try and run backward, catch Tom with another shot.

She’d been halfway to sneaking a taste of the frosting when the cake rustles, freezing and staring at it warily shortly before Tom jumps out from inside it. Embarrassingly enough the surprise of that makes Lucy yelp, stumble backward, and stare up at him in disbelief.

Though it doesn’t take her too long before she starts laughing from the surprise. “How did- when- Tom!”

Suddenly the cake clicked from inside and a slight crack appeared at the side of it. Then a hairy leg slid out, followed by an arm, a chest and a head and then rest of Tom appeared. The bow on his neck and a red Christmas thong being his only clothes. 

So close, if that yelp was any indication. Laughing as well and throwing herself into the game, Lucy can feel one of the shots hit her first in the leg then the back as she searches for another hiding spot. Her laughter stuttering at each hit, she wheels around in order to try and run backward, catch Tom with another shot.

just because your character wouldn’t fit in with my character’s canon verse, doesn’t mean we can’t rp. au/crossover things are my life, you guys; i will be more than happy to either fit my character to yours’ canon verse or to make up an entirely different verse for both of them to interact in. it’s a great outlet for creativity and it’s just a lot of fun to throw two characters into a world they’ve never canonically been in. 

basically, when i say i’m a multiverse blog, i mean it. just come talk to me, you wonderful people, and let’s make our loser muses live in a medieval world or be spies or live in space or something. 

              how about it?

She’d been halfway to sneaking a taste of the frosting when the cake rustles, freezing and staring at it warily shortly before Tom jumps out from inside it. Embarrassingly enough the surprise of that makes Lucy yelp, stumble backward, and stare up at him in disbelief.

Though it doesn’t take her too long before she starts laughing from the surprise. “How did- when- Tom!”

Suddenly the cake clicked from inside and a slight crack appeared at the side of it. Then a hairy leg slid out, followed by an arm, a chest and a head and then rest of Tom appeared. The bow on his neck and a red Christmas thong being his only clothes. 

The look on Tom’s face, his clear gesturing to look up, makes it easy to figure out just what he was getting at. When Lucy finally does, it doesn’t take long before she realizes and finds herself blushing. “Um… huh. So… ?” is all she can manage, knowing the expectation and waiting for several seconds before taking the initiative herself.

The mistletoe dangled above them, attached to a wire on a headband Tom was wearing. He was very proud of his idea. He was smiling smugly at her. 

“Can I get a Christmas kiss?” he puckered up his lips. He didn’t expect her to actually go for it but she did. Blinking in surprise he finally leans into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her. 

“Merry Christmas, beautiful,” he hummed after breaking apart and nuzzled her nose with his.

It had taken her probably too much time to grow used to this, but Lucy had done her best, resting her forehead against Tom’s afterward, she’s privately glad that smug look is off his face.

The look on Tom’s face, his clear gesturing to look up, makes it easy to figure out just what he was getting at. When Lucy finally does, it doesn’t take long before she realizes and finds herself blushing. “Um… huh. So… ?” is all she can manage, knowing the expectation and waiting for several seconds before taking the initiative herself.

“Can I get a Christmas kiss?” he puckered up his lips. He didn’t expect her to actually go for it but she did. Blinking in surprise he finally leans into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her. 

wildthingtom:

“Gotcha.” He grinned having now located her. He began to sneak behind her location, trying to get a close shot. Finally he rolled out from behind his hiding right next to her and began to shoot.

Peeking around her shield, Lucy misses Tom popping out of hiding and yelps when one of the paintballs hits close enough to her foot to count as an actual hit, the paint splashing up on the clothing she’d been given. Quickly turning her gun in that direction in return, aiming closer to the ground to avoid hitting him back in the face.

“Whoa!” he rolled to the side, still getting a hit to the leg. He raised his gun and started to shoot at her, not really aiming anywhere, as he run around, laughing. 

Goddess Bday goodness

He was really glad to see one of his old teachers. Life could get busy but he’s been planning a trip to the institute for a while. It was good to see the old walls. Very homey.