#IT'S SUCH A COMMON THING couple that with his resting bitch face and it's just autism.

[demonstars]

You don't even need to be around for long to know Dream will be a bitch to people. Like do they think when he was bitchy on twitter that was a different person? Or does hearing his tone of voice when he actually says the bitchy stuff hit different?

can I say something.

[buckyalpine]

A little longer

HI MY BEAUTIFUL 🐚ANON!! I adore this so much, I adore YOU so much, as always, your requests are everything!! 

Warnings: So so much fluffy fluff, angst if you really squint till your eyes go cross-eyed and blurry

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"It's been decades. Not even a couple years. Almost a century. You probably shoot dust. Or whatever your bionic ass reproduces with"

Bucky contemplated throwing his half finished milkshake at Sam's head while they both scarfed down burgers from a late night diner after a taxing mission. Sam was pestering Bucky yet again about his nonexistent social and lack of a love life, a topic he seemed to get high off of. 

“For fucks sake Sam-”

"You need to get out more man, at least start dating. You don't need a whole girlfriend but a few dates wouldn't kill you. Or maybe it would, since you're what, 106?"

Bucky groaned, rubbing a hand over his face, his patience wearing thin. Dating wasn’t for him, not because he didn’t want to date but because he wasn’t sure who would even date him. He’d only just gotten comfortable talking to Sam though he’d never openly admit he actually enjoyed their conversations. He wasn’t exactly the most approachable, Peter had once told him he had a resting bitch face, whatever that meant. He wasn’t the most tech savvy unless it involved doing something illegal. He had a plethora of devices that could take down the US government at the push of a button he secrecy hoarded under his bed but God forbid someone ask him to pose for their Instagram story.  

Talking to a pretty girl was a completely different story. What would he even talk about? His time before the war involved a lot of nursing an injured or sick Steve back to health. After the war and his time in Hydra, he didn’t really have time for himself. He liked plums. The hobbit. He was thinking about getting a cat. Bucky internally groaned, maybe he’d find a girlfriend at the retirement home down the street; at least they’d have things in common. 

Sam cocked an eyebrow while Bucky narrowed his eyes at him. Usually he’d respond with a grumpy pout or complete silence but today his exhaustion had caught up with him. He debated on how to get Sam of his back, a dim, flickering, half broken bulb going off in his sleep deprived brain. 

"I already have a girlfriend Tweety bird"

The deafening silence that followed that statement made it clear both men were aware that was a lie. Sam snorted, shaking his head while they both finished they food, slapping a $50 on the counter before leaving. He looked at the super soldier, deciding not to press into the issue further for the night but he definitely wasn’t going to let it go that easily. 

5:30 AM

The buzz of his phone jolted him awake, the faint sound of the TV still playing in the background. Bucky felt around for his phone, tossing his sheet off, sitting up from his place on the floor seeing Sam’s caller ID light up the screen. 

“What are you doing next Saturday” Sam sounded unusually chipper, a hint of a smirk in his voice, a suspicious amount of enthusiasm for such an early hour. 

“Why” Bucky groaned, rubbing sleep from his eyes, going back to lying down. 

“Were having a cookout over the weekend, you should come”

“You woke me up to tell me what could have been a text message?” Bucky asked incredulously, closing his eyes, ready to let sleep free him from such a ridiculous conversation. 

“Ooo, white panther knows how to text now” 

“White Wolf” Bucky grumbled, regretting every telling Sam the name he had been given in Wakanda. “I’ll come if you just let me go back to sleep” 

"Alright, but bring your girl too"

There it was. 

He could feel the shit eating grin Sam was giving him over the phone, eye brows wigging up and down, all his perfect teeth out. 

“Whatcha say Barnes?” 

Sleep had disappeared into thin air as Bucky shot up, mentally kicking himself for the nonsense he’d gotten himself into. He fiddled with the corner of his sheet, hoping to find an out. 

"I thought you only invited family" 

"Hey, anyone that you're allowing within 3 feet of your personal space might as well be considered family" Sam snorted, not believing a single word Bucky had said the night before. The conversation moved on to a different topic, easing some of Bucky’s nerves. A whole hour had passed and Bucky was sure he was in the clear until-  

“Back to the matter at hand, you bringing her or not?” 

“Why are you like this, does being Captain America always come with the caveat with also being a pain in my ass, I’m not going to-”

Bucky was about to refuse until a knock at the door pulled him away from the conversation, the scent of fresh pancakes wafting through the door. He pulled himself up, a smile tugging on his lips, knowing exactly who was on the other side, not needing to check as he untangled himself from the sheets. 

His sweet neighbor. 

Bucky wasn’t religious and he wasn’t a big believer in a higher power but there had to be something out there when people like you existed. Whenever Sam asked him why he stayed in the dingy little apartment that barely had windows and a closet for a bedroom, he’d insist it was because he preferred a small space and was still getting used to living a normal life so he wasn’t ready for another move just yet. 

The part he always left out was that his dingy apartment came with an absolute angle that lived next door. Kind hearted. Sweet. An absolute darling. You were one of the first people he’d interacted with when he moved in. All the nerves he had about living alone and growing accustomed to a regular life melted away the first day, when you came over with a plate of fresh cookies. 

He felt like a little boy whenever you were around, having the biggest crush on the prettiest girl on the playground, his mind going to mush whenever you smiled at him. But it wasn’t a crush. Nope. No....? No. He narrowed his eyes at himself before making his way to the door. 

“Buck? Did your tongue rust-” 

“I’ll uh-I’ll think about it” He mumbled before cutting the call, a bashful smile on his face as he unhooked the chain and swung the door open. “G’morning doll” 

“Good Morning” You grinned, handing Bucky the plate which he gratefully accepted, his stomach rumbling between the butterflies that fluttered in his tummy. “I heard you get in last night, didn’t think you’d have time to do a grocery run or cook anything” You handed him a bag of fruits and vegetables, two of those bags full of plums. His favorite. 

“You didn’t have to do all this” If his cheeks grew any warmer he would’ve sworn he was running a fever. And he didn’t get fevers. 

“You’re out saving the world, I think getting you a few groceries is the least I could do. So, how’s the new Captain?” You had never met Sam in person but hearing enough stories from Bucky told you all you needed to know. No one else was better suited to take on the shield than him. 

“A pain in my ass even if he means well” Bucky smiled shaking his head to himself. “He’s been pestering me to get out more...start dating” He mumbled the last part, wincing. He’d fought off aliens, gone to battle alongside a tree and a talking raccoon, survived being help captive by Hydra but being boyfriend material? His flirting game was as strong as pre serum Steve's right hook. 

“Well, handsome solider like you, shouldn’t be too hard to find you a date” You felt your own face heat up as soon as the words left your mouth but wasn’t like it was a secret. There was no way he would have had trouble in the dating department; aside from being one of the most beautiful people you’d laid your eyes on he was also the sweetest. Bucky was nothing but a gentleman and with a pure and soft heart and if you didn’t get your shit together and control the way he made you weak in the knees-

“Not the same ladies man I was in the 40′s doll” He chuckled, blue eyes sparkling at your compliment, “Either way, I got myself into a mess with that” He smiled sheepishly while you cocked your head, urging him to continue. 

“Well, I sort of lied to get him off my case” Bucky blushed, rubbing the back of his head, his the pink on his cheeks deepening at your cheeky smile. “I-I told him I already have a girlfriend but as you can see-” Bucky waved into his empty apartment that showed no signs of human life, “-it back fired immediately because he's invited my nonexistent girlfriend to a cookout this weekend. In Louisiana. With all his family. And friends”

Bucky let his head hit the wall with a dull thump, cursing himself for putting a foot in his mouth. Sure he could just come clean and say he lied. But that would mean admitting he lied and that was worse because then Sam would give him shit for that, plus try to get him out more and- 

“What if- what if I went with you?” Bucky’s head shot up, blinking in surprise at your words, wondering if he heard you correctly. “I could pretend to be your girlfriend for a day, get Cap off your case. Only if you’re comfortable with it though”

“Really? You’d do that?” You giggled at his lost puppy expression, his eyes lighting up when he realized you were being serious.

“Of course” You smiled sincerely,  “I’d be happy to! Just let me know what time to be ready at and I’ll be all yours” 

All his.  

The little boy in his was running around in circles, his heart beating too fast for the rest of his body to keep up. The thought of you being his girlfriend for a day was more than he could ever dream of. Of course it was only pretend and he’d wouldn’t dare push for more; not when you deserved the world. At the very least, he wouldn’t have to deal with Sam’s nagging. 

Problem solved. 

*****

This was a bad idea. 

A bad, bad idea. 

Bucky had gone through at least 4 outfits, debating between an array of Henley’s, before settling on a blue one when he remembered you complimented it because it was blue like his eyes. He picked up his razor and then immediately put it down when he remembered you once said you liked the scruff on him.  Even if this was just pretend, every single part of him was on edge as if this were a real date. As soon as his enhanced hearing picked up your soft footsteps padding down the hall, he was right by the door, nervously chewing his lip. 

Bucky blinked, his heart nearly giving way at 106 years old when he saw you make your way down the hall towards his apartment. You were in a flowery sundress, with a large cakebox in hand, your sweet perfume already making him dizzy. If Sam didn’t kill him for lying, the crush he had on you would be the next thing to take him out. 

"You-you look beautiful"  And sweet. And adorable. And delectable. 

An angel.

You looked like an angel. 

"Thank you, you look good too Sarge" You looked down at Bucky’s chest instead of meeting his eyes, unable to look at his pretty face. His adorable face. Handsome face. That dimple on his chin. Blue eyes. Pink lips. Fuck, you had such a big crush on him. 

It was going to be an interesting day. 

*****

Bucky parked the car at Sam’s place, which wasn’t too far from the lake where everyone had gathered. Part of him was almost sad they had made it on time; the car ride over with you ending faster than he’d liked.  

“He wasn’t kidding when he said he only invited family” Bucky snorted, seeing all of Sam’s relatives there along with his closest neighbors, many of whom he’d met before. He took the cakebox from you, slipping his hand into yours, smiling when you gave him a reassuring squeeze. You both made your way over, hand in hand, your heart skipping a beat each time someone greeted Bucky, every single person over joyed that he’d finally met someone to call his. 

He made his way over to the grill where Sam filliped a few burgers; the new Cap grinning when he saw you both. There was no missing the sparkle in his eyes when he looked down to your hand in Bucky’s, noting you were was holding his metal one, no longer covered by gloves. 

Interesting. 

“You’re lookin’ good” Sam wiggled his eyebrows at Bucky, loving the way the soldier rolled his eyes, trying to brush off the way his cheeks were dusted pink. 

“This is y/n, my girlfriend” Girlfriend. Bucky loved the way it rolled off his tongue with ease, not feeling an ounce of hesitance. The word previously feeling so foreign to him now felt so natural when he had you by his side. And holding your hand. And hearing your laugh. And-

Relax Bucky, it’s just for a day. 

“I’m Sam, and it’s very nice to meet you” He pulled you into a hug, still curiously eyeing Bucky, genuinely unable to figure out where he’d managed to find a sweetheart like you. 

“Thank you for the invite” you giggled as he gave you a light squeeze before letting you go, inspecting the cakebox Bucky handed to him. He grinned at the fresh strawberries that decorated the cake, shamelessly plucking one off and popping it into his mouth. “Strawberry shortcake. A little white wolf told me it was your favorite” 

“Well if the big bad wolf likes you then I like you cause he doesn’t like anybody. You must be special” Sam mused, a part of him wanting to be skeptical but there was nothing, absolutely nothing made up about the Bucky was looking at you. He gazed down at you as if you’d hung the moon and stars right in his room, an utterly lovesick puppy. You felt your cheeks heat up, burying your face into Bucky’s side while he chuckled, pulling you closer to him and pressing a kiss on top of your head. Damn right, she’s special. 

You both made your way over to mingle with the rest of the crowd, have no trouble at all playing the role of an utterly in love boyfriend and girlfriend. Bucky didn’t miss a single chance to press little kisses on your cheeks, every so often pecking your nose. His hand never left your waist, always holding you close to him, his face occasionally buried into the crook of your neck. 

You played your part almost better than he did, gushing over what a gentleman he always was to you, stayed tucked by his side, nuzzling under his chin, occasionally actually getting lost in his soft scent of laundry detergent, his cologne and something distinctly him. You made the elderly ladies giggle and blush each time Bucky did something adorable, proudly showing you off to everyone. 

He didn’t even let you eat without being the most perfect doting boyfriend. You’d both served your plates, finding a nice spot to sit under a shady tree; Bucky sat on the large lawn chair, secretly happy there was only one. You were about to walk off to get another when he tugged your wrist and pulling you back. 

“C’mere, I wont bite” Bucky grinned, surprised with himself as he pulled you onto his lap with ease. You let out a squeak, your nose bumping against his as you plopped onto him, lips nearly brushing his. 

“Smooth, Barnes. Remind me again, how you don’t have a girlfriend” You let out a breathless laugh, screaming to yourself on the inside that this was fake. He was playing the role perfectly, that was all. So fucking perfectly. 

Why was he so perfect. 

Bucky smirked, kissing your shoulder, letting you relax against his chest, wondering if you’d feel his heart hammering against his ribcage from how flustered he actually was. He easily maneuvered you so you sat comfortably across his thighs, his arm still securely around your waist. 

When was he ever this smooth. 

If anyone else was this close, he’s run for the hills, but now he was contemplating tossing you over his shoulder and running to Sam’s house, the guest bedroom was upstairs and two doors to the right-

“Well I’ll be damned, he really does have a girlfriend” Sam shook his head while Joaquin snorted, both men looking at you and Bucky with heart eyes while they sipping their beers from the docks. 

“You think they’re faking?” Joaquin nudged Sam’s shoulder, watching Bucky now fed you a piece of cake, still keeping you on his lap, sneakily kissing the cream from the corner off your lips between bites. You’d giggle every time, feeding him a strawberry, squealing when he’s playfully bite your fingers. 

“You can fake a lot of things but not the way he’d blushing and giggling like a toddler in a candy store” Bucky played with your fingers, intertwining them with his hand, his nose scrunching as he laughed at something you said. 

“It’s nice to see him like this” Joaquin had seen grumpy Bucky, grouchy Bucky, angry Bucky, scary Bucky, sleepy Bucky, just about every Bucky on the planet, but this? This was a first. Love struck Bucky. Charming Bucky. Happy Bucky. Simpy Bucky. Sappy Bucky. Giggly Bucky. Playful biting Bucky. Ready to get down on one knee if you’d let him, Bucky. 

“Steve always said he was a charmer, he wasn’t lying”

They couldn’t take their eyes off the way the corner of Bucky’s eyes crinkled each time he smiled or the way you’d instinctively lean into him when he spoke. He’d tuck your hair away from your face, his hands lingering on your cheek for a second longer, giving them a glimpse of the man from the 40′s before the war,  youthful and innocent, his heart full of hope, a smirk that would make his best girl swoon; the both of you in your own little world. 

“He looks happy”

Sam had seen people look happy before. They’d smile but their eyes would be empty. They’d laugh but their voices were hollow. They’d look like they were on top of the world while sitting at rock bottom. The way Bucky’s eyes sparkled, his boyish laugh, the way he’d nuzzle into you, trying to be closer to you than physically possible, was more than just looking happy. 

“He is happy”

Bucky had completely forgotten about pretending with you, lost in how perfectly you fit in his arms. You had taken up your role very seriously, telling him how utterly handsome he was, never missing moment to peck his scruffy cheek or card your fingers through his short soft locks. You intertwined you fingers with his vibrainium ones, busing your lips against his cool knuckles. 

At some point in the afternoon, he’d slipped his jacket off and wrapped you up with it as evening crept around the corner. Not a single person doubted the nature of your relationship; at least four of Sam’s uncles had told Bucky to propose soon. 

You don’t meet a girl who makes you this damn giggly just anywhere, Sergeant. Hold onto her. 

****

Just when he thought he couldn’t fall for you more, you had fallen asleep in his arms, contently snuggled up in his jacket as the sunset over the lake. Most of Sam’s family had gone back home, a few close relatives still hanging around the boat, sipping on coffee. Bucky couldn’t help but wrap his arms around you, softly kissing your forehead; he could get used to this. Cuddling up with you after date nights. Hearing your laugh. The softness of your lips. The way your hand always found itself in his metal one without hesitation. 

Fuck he wished this was real. 

You stirred slightly, a content sigh slipping past your lips at the feel of his kiss. Nothing felt more comfy than being wrapped up by the super soldier, his solid arms holding you close. You didn’t want to wake up, wishing you could sleep forever if it meant you’d be this close to Bucky all the time. The day felt like a dream; the exact dreams you had when you thought about your sweet neighbor. How it’d be for him to call you yours. To Be his girl. To make him smile. To make him laugh. 

If only it wasn’t just for a day. 

“You have a nice nap, baby?” Bucky smirked as you blinked awake, stretching on his lap like a cat before snuggling against him again. “My pretty girl” 

“Why wouldn’t I when my boyfriend is the comfiest spot to sleep on?” You teased, bringing your hand up to toy with the chain of his dog tags. Bucky chuckled, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes, kissing your nose. There was no one around you both, though neither of you seemed interesting in dropping the act just yet. 

“You fit perfectly here, doll” He grinned, blushing when he hesitantly pulled you a little closer, your arms moving to wrap around his shoulders, resting on the back of his neck. 

“I think I like it here” You sucked in a breath as he rested his forehead against yours, bringing his hand to cup your cheek. His nose gently bumped against yours, his warm breath tickling your lips. 

“Me too” He closed the gap between you both, pressing his lips to yours sweetly, savoring every bit of your softness. He couldn’t help but deepen the kiss as you parted your mouth letting his tongue lace with yours while your hand made its way through his hair, tugging on his short locks. Bucky let out a groan, letting his hands drop to your waist, kissing you for as long as he could until you both needed oxygen. 

“Maybe we can pretend for a little longer?” Bucky broke away, panting, his forehead still pressed against yours. You giggled between breaths, peppering kisses across his face. 

“Just a little longer?” 

“Maybe- maybe forever?” He looked at you with his classic puppy eyes, his heart bursting when you pulled him in for another kiss; forever. Forever sounded good. 

A few years later

“So, you finally gonna admit I made this happen?” Sam whispered while Bucky snorted, shaking his head. 

“Not gonna happen” 

“C’mon, I made this happen, I caused this” 

“You caused chaos” 

Sam scoffed in fake offence, taking a sleepy Becca from Bucky’s arms while the soldier went to go check on you. “Now when do I get to meet my second God child?”

“In a few hours” Bucky stretched before making his way back to your room, smiling at your resting form. He carefully laid down beside you, letting his hand splay across your tummy; in just a few more hours there would be a little Samuel Grant Barnes in the world. 

“We’re really good at pretending” You murmured, make Bucky chuckle, taking your hand in his and kissing the ring that sat on your finger. 

“Maybe just one more baby after this? Really convince them, Mrs. Barnes?”

*

“Uncle Sam, tell me a bedtime story?” Becca pouted, having been at the hospital for hours, giving Sam the exact same face Bucky gave you. Her little bottom lip jutting out, big (y/c/e) eyes blinking up at him. He grinned, settling her on his lap before he made a thinking face before asking what she’d want to hear. 

“What kinda story, Beccs, an animal story, a super cool falcon story or Captain America story or a flying Falcon Captain America story?” 

“The chaos daddy said you caused” She giggled while Sam nodded, taking a deep breath before starting. 

“It all started when your daddy said he had a girlfriend...”

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[fadelbison]

Branded Pairing Heteronormativity and the Subtle ways that First and Khaotung Spill Outside Those Outlines

Right off the bat I'm going to absolve myself of all culpability by saying that this is a solicited opinion so all anon hate can go to @kattyangel 🤣. The second thing is that this is an opinion that will talk about very nuanced subjective topics like heteronormative standards and conventional attractiveness in a country I'm not even from so go into it knowing that even subtle shifts in worldview can change the way we perceive these things. My only claim to fame here is that fan service is my hyperfixation and I have watched at least couples compilation videos of all GMM branded pairs but for the vast majority of them have watched shows/vlogs/interviews fairly extensively. So without any further ado let's get into what the connection is between First's height and his pairing's inability to perform heteronormativity well. A branded pair has two main ways of connecting to heteronormativity. One is via the individual's connection to their audience which at this point we know is majority female with some degree of romantic interest in men. Second, is via the dynamics of the couple itself.

For example, the ideal pairing is someone who's individual unit BOTH seem like they are interested in women but when put together can also believably fall into a 'top' and 'bottom' role. The categories of 'top' and 'bottom' here follow from the yaoi 'seme' and 'uke' narrative traditions but its less about who penetrates or is being penetrated and more along the lines of who's 'the wife and who's the husband' which is just a confusing mix of relative closeness to femininity, perceived dominance and certain physical features like height/resting bitch face and skin color.

The vast majority of branded pairs fall under this paradigm at GMM: GeminiFourth, TayNew, BrightWin, JoongDunk, PondPhuwin, ForceBook and the recently officially divorced Ohmnanon.

If the individuals have a strong connection to heteronormativity themselves, but fail to perform it with each other then they tend to fail like PerthChimon. So what happens when individuals within the unit aren't that straight to begin with? If at least one can perform traditional masculinity then they're in the clear! Famously, OffGun are husband and wife like no other and I hope they and Off's voodoo dolls of him and Gun prosper for the length of their lives. This format of pairings is not that common in GMM but litter the industry quite a bit, Zeenunew and MaxNat are pairings I'm quite familiar with that follow this.

What happens when both have low affinity towards traditional masculinity (especially in the way they interact with fans) or they're a little too queer in their dynamic for heteronormativity? Well that leaves you with *my* favorite pairings: EarthMix and FirstKhaotung But they're challenged in slightly different ways. EarthMix's primary dilemma comes from the fact that they're very likely actually dating and gay couples sometimes just won't have a heteronormative dynamic. Mix has always rebelled against being 'bottom' and he's usually the one refusing to play this game. Earth on the other hand just with his natural old man tendencies still fits into the top/husband role well while Mix can be pigeonholed into bratty wife/bottom when push comes to shove. But oh my poor sweet First, born with the personality of a man who's at least 5 inches shorter than him and obsessed with his idiot best friend who hated being the good little wife during his PoddKhao era so much that he really came into Firstkhao with his arms swinging like 'never again'. First and Khaotung have their personalities and aesthetics switched. Khaotung is both the more effeminate of the two and also the more dominant. If you've been following their dynamic since The Eclipse then you will know immediately what I'm talking about. So much of The Eclipse fan service felt like they were playing out top and bottom in reverse and then just remembering that First is indeed Too Tall for this to ever work lmao. I'm struggling to think of a single pair other than PerthSaint where the top was shorter let alone a full 4 inches. I mean fans nearly staged a coup at an event to have them renamed Khaofirst and I feel like they had come so close to convincing First too 😂 They've changed a lot now and Khaotung has cooled it, maybe to be more helpful to First but primarily because I think he's discovered that being the bottom in this dynamic comes with added benefits of being a sugar baby princess who gets waited on hand and foot. But First is also a sugar baby princess which is why he says things like 'I'm trying to be cool' or doing something macho and then immediately undercutting himself with a nervous little 'Was that cool?' or whining at fans to stop flirting with Khaotung instead of having a possessive lover dialogue like Phuwin's little 'you can flirt with him but he needs my permission to flirt with you'. First is performing machismo slightly worse than the 'bottom' of a different pair like what can I say askdjkfhdjh

Firstkhao are doing husband and wife well on stage nowadays but I think in less practiced formats they will revert to their original dynamic and First's 'top' persona breaks often. They hit a besotted wifeman equilibrium for First sometime during only friends and that kind of works for them both and I think they're trying to stay there for the most part. But that's what people who like First and Khaotung like. A vast majority of lesbians fall under the category of besotted wifeman so I mean it's really working out for me. It's just that sometimes it's a little painful seeing First try so hard to be more like Kant in RL and I'm just like babygirl please you're fine your friend over there looks like he likes getting fucked in the ass no matter what you do but alas 😔 Meanwhile every time Khaotung acts like a naive little helpless baby it feels like he's taken another step towards nirvana.

[nadvs]

What if Rafe and his friends goes to a party at her college and a fight happens 😄

Maybe its after a game and Max is jealous because he sees them flirting at the game and then he sees them at the party. Maybe he says something to her and Rafe cant hold back.

omg i LOVE this. protective rafe throwing punches always gets me 👀

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the first time she invites rafe to a party on her campus, especially after he just won a game against her college’s team, he doesn’t even have to think about it. it’s an automatic yes.

but because it’s rafe, he’s casual in his response, giving her a simple, “sure. text me the address.”

he brings a couple of his teammates to the loud frat house, loving the fact that he’s getting dirty looks from some people.

they recognize him as the guy who mercilessly antagonizes his opponents on the court. and if there’s anything rafe likes more than being known for how good he is at his sport, it’s being feared.

when he sees her, rafe approaches her and ducks to kiss her cheek.

he can see that idiot max hammond’s eyes on them. he noticed him scowling at them when rafe was chatting with her after the game. she recently told rafe how just a few days ago, her ex switched up from begging her for a second chance to shit-talking her to school’s team and cheerleaders.

in small, almost imperceptible moments, he’s seen the frustration flash on her face whenever she mentions how max has affected her reputation.

so, his hand slides down her hip and grabs her ass, making her laugh against his chest.

“you know your asshole ex is still hung up on you, right?” he murmurs in her ear over the music. “fuckin’ staring daggers.”

“is that why you’re grabbing my ass?” she says with a smirk.

“that’s part of it.”

she laughs again and shifts to take his hand.

“i’ll take you to the keg,” she says.

he follows her as she walks deeper into the crowded house, her fingers linked around his.

it’s odd how much comfort rafe simply being here brings her. she didn’t think the person to make her feel better after a messy break-up would be a common enemy, the guy known for playing dirty and shouting insults on the court, but she’ll take it.

this thing with rafe did sort of start as a revenge plot, but she stopped caring about that before she even walked out of the bar the night she first spoke with him.

as they fill up their solo cups, she sees max in her peripheral vision. he’s getting closer. and he’s clearly drunk.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” max mutters.

rafe turns, looking down at him. he’s got a few inches on him and he loves to show it.

“celebrating,” rafe replies with a self-assured smile. “we won. did you forget?”

“you can celebrate somewhere else,” he says.

“give it a rest, max,” she sighs.

“nobody’s talking to you,” he says.

“really,” rafe says, his smile disappearing. “you were pretty fucking desperate to talk to her a few days ago, weren’t you?”

max is clearly embarrassed. she’s satisfied.

“that’s none of your business,” max mutters. he looks over at her. “what kind of bullshit have you been spreading?”

“me?” she laughs. “you’re embarrassing yourself. just leave us alone.”

max’s jaw hardens in frustration. she could tell he had quite a few drinks, but when he says his next words, she realizes just how out of his mind drunk he is.

“why are you being such a bitch about this?” he mutters.

within a second, rafe throws a punch, his fist colliding with max’s cheek. the crowd splits in mania. rafe lands another punch. then another.

max lunges low to tackle rafe onto the floor. max’s friends jump in. then, so do rafe’s.

she’s overwhelmed. in shock. frozen. she watches in disbelief. thankfully, a few guys pull them apart.

she’s been at this house before and knows the layout, so when she grips rafe’s bicep, she pulls him towards the door past the kitchen, leading into the backyard away from the chaos.

rafe is heaving, spitting out blood onto the grass. the music is muffled once the door shuts behind them.

“piece of shit,” he mutters. “he’s fucking lucky they pulled me off of him.”

she stares at him with wide eyes. she’s never felt this way with any man before. protected. safe.

so, she gives into her adrenaline-fuelled impulse and hugs him. his chest rises and falls quickly against her cheek. she can feel his pounding heartbeat.

“nobody’s stood up for me like that before,” she admits. “thanks.”

rafe doesn’t say anything for a moment. his reaction wasn’t solely out of hatred of max. it was because he genuinely likes her as a person. and someone upsetting her pisses him off to a ridiculous level.

finally, he places a firm hand on her shoulder. they’ve hooked up countless times now, but this sort of gesture feels out of their element.

“sure,” he says tensely.

she steps back, her eyes on the ground.

“there’s another party down the block if you want to go there instead,” she says.

“alright,” rafe replies.

“hopefully nobody calls me a bitch there.”

his lips pull into a small smile.

“alright,” he echoes. “let’s go.”

[lohotine]

Hello, I hope you are well, can I request headcanons enemies to lovers of Prune or Espresso with a gender neutral reader?

AN: Espresso is so fine ♥ 😍

I feel like Prune Juice is likely to act in very similar ways to Espresso in this

I actually think this idea is so cute, so I'll probably make a oneshot about it as well! Idk, we'll see.

Espresso x GN! Reader

Headcanons

Warnings: mild swearing

◇ As rivals ◇

You two have been academic rivals for a long time

Espresso is constantly competing to one-up you

You're the first person who's ever made him have to try

The both of you have been put into a group together one to many times

Espresso makes so many back-handed compliments

Always gives you the same shit-eating grin after each one

"It took you a while, but you're finally starting to get it-"

You bitch-slapped him after that, and he doesn't make them nearly as often.

You guys are normally near each other.

Always arguing, but that hasn't stopped students from suspecting... other things.

They compare you two to an old married couple often

Espresso and you agree on one thing, and it's to never become a couple.

On rare occasions, you two will talk over a cup of coffee about how everyone else in the school are idiots

He's a pretty good gossip buddy, which is one of the most bareable sides of him

You both actually understand each other pretty well

You're both looking for the others weakness

That's caused you to learn a lot more about each other than what you had initially hoped for

You hated to admit it, but Espresso was a pretty interesting person

You found yourself wanting his company more and more, which was odd.

Could it be... that you were infatuated with him?

In an attempt to woo him, you'd give him compliments and praise

In the beginning he'd just brush them off or scoff

Other times, his glasses would fog up and he'd go quiet

He didn't want to admit it, but your flowery tone when complimenting him made his heart flutter slightly

Perhaps he had also grown a small interest in you..

The rare gossip meet-up's became more and more common, and the topics would shift more from other people and their lives to just Espresso and you

Espresso was falling more and more for you by the second

The way you spoke to him, and understood him...

You may have fell first, but he fell so much harder.

Espresso eventually ended up folding and confessing to you

He'd suck a lot at it, actually.

Ended up slipping up some of his words and resulted to insulting you instead and with a rosey face

You got the memo and would smother him in kisses

His glasses fogged up again.

♡ As lovers ♡

Each morning, he makes you a cup of espresso and forces you to drink it with him

He'll catch you up on his latest research and so on

Really just uses it as an excuse to talk with you

He doesn't show it, but he's incredibly touch starved

Just wants to be around you

Random forehead kisses throughout the day

Does not matter if you're in public or not

He's really bad at getting enough sleep, though

You've had to beg him many nights to sleep with you

Doesn't listen the first few times because he's afraid he'll fall behind

In the back of his mind, he thinks you're only dating him because he's smart

Can't risk falling short of your expectations and thus your love

He doesn't even know what he'd do if you left him

You eventually convince him to get some rest

He passes out almost instantly.

Espresso is pretty tall, so I can see him putting things on the higher shelf purposely

Wants to hear you ask him for help

You just jump onto the counter and reach whatever you were looking for anyway.

He shouldn't have doubted your ingenuity

Very warm

Legit the perfect cuddle buddy

You fall asleep on him quiet often

He doesn't care, obviously

Overall, a pretty good bf.

[definitelynuwonhere]

2nd Gen Shawpack Pookies

I’ve had them in my notes for AGES and I’ve still yet to finish a design, but i do intend on creating little skits of them cuz of how much I’ve invested giving them all personalities and pinterest boards. (If this isn’t me exhibiting my deep love for the Redactedverse idk what is)

Some descriptions are longer than the others, I’ve obviously put more thought into certain characters

•Shaw Twins

- both children are sadly ungifted in the kitchen, despite the fact that David has made them his little helpers when since they were little. Multiple flames have been put out because of them.

-Both do share a love for nature like their father.

Gabriella Shaw (Gabby)🫶🏻

- Angel carbon copy with a dash of Gabriel’s silliness and courage, which always made David smile.

- Natural born Leader. Despite being the eldest child (4 fucking minutes) David has never burdened them with the responsibility or thought of inheriting the business. She stepped into the leadership role on her own, with more brighter approach, personality wise.

- Rollerskates, Angel started taking her to roller rinks since age 6 and she loves taking Lyss and KC with her

Callum Grey Shaw 🌱

-Yes he’s named after the sweet Caelum. David wanted to commemorate his childhood friend.

- Inherited David’s resting bitch face, if you point it out he’ll even growl like he does.

- Great Observer. Because his sister was the more outgoing one of them, he was always the listener, making him more emotionally aware, noticing things most people miss.

- Loves sitcoms. He’s probably watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine so many times he can name episodes in order. This also translates his love for the security company his dad runs. Always begging David to take him to work with him. (I think we know who inherits the company)

•Talbot Troop

-Asher is the only one I picture having multiple kids with a range of age gaps.

-No doubt the most outgoing ones of the pack.

August Talbot (Auggie) 🍕

- Foodie

- Life of the party, stealin’ hearts with his million watt smile

- DDR is his sport

Kelcee Talbot (KC/CeeCee) 🧠

- Designated driver of the group

- Straight A student. When she was young she’d share all the interesting facts she’d pick up on to her parents and it always astounded Asher, how she can command a room, especially being the SOMEWHAT, mellow one among the three.

Oliver James Talbot (OJ/Ollie) 🪲

- Very inquisitive

- Youngest of the pack (the only 7yr old in a group of 17 year olds)

- Has a special bond with Alyssa

•Greer Icon

Alyssa Marie Greer 💥

-Now while i think of Milo and SW as the D.I.N.K (dual income, no kids) couple, and i will somewhat always think that, but— this name crossed my head and I just cannot let it go. IT HONORS MARIE OK—

-Unsurprisingly is always the best dressed. Milo is very proud.

-Has a very ‘takes no bull personality’ making them the most intimidating out of group.

- Plays archery competitively

- Straightforward

-Weirdly great with babies, explains her close bond with Oliver

•Collins

Sean Riley Collins 🥐

- aka Peace Officer Collins

- The code name speaks for itself, he is very much like his old man when it comes to ensuring his friends don’t do anything stupid, and in the very common occasions they do, he of course serves them with a patented Collins lecture.

- He may be half vamp, but that doesn’t mean he has to have a mundane food pallet, this man can COOK and bake, a soft, crispy shelled sourdough being one of his specialties

•Solaire

Hugo Solaire 🎭

- theater kid

- sarcastic, confident, somewhat frivolous, despite his royal status, which gets him in trouble for

- May or may not have a thing for the alpha’s daughter.

- Like Vincent, he’s mostly only close to the Collins’ but has occasionally hanged out with the shaw pack.

[ctrl-alt-bucky]

If The Winter Soldier was in Task force 141 — Headcannons

(Aka: can somebody teach these dramatic bitches some communication skills)

Be warned, this has a lot more words than I was aiming for (around ~739). Feel free to send me an ask if you want me to expand on certain scenarios, or send a prompt with these two and I might make a oneshot/drabble!

Contains a brief mention of SoapGhost. This version of Bucky is post Endgame. SFW.

♡ Headcannons below the cut ♡

Nicky Fury, the therapist— and most importantly, the government— come to an agreement with the former Winter Soldier: with the Avengers fizzled out, the world needs heroes now more than ever. And so, finding an excuse to use Bucky's highly trained skills, they stick him in with Task 141, hoping the structure and team bonding will help aid his fractured mind, and hopefully dampen his grief in the process.

Ghost isn't keen on a new recruit. He doesn't like extra men to babysit, and he especially doesn't like being unsure of the rookie's capabilities. It doesn't take long for a silent feud to form between him and the newbie, who refers to himself as "Winter" for a call sign or just "Bucky" if he favors you.

Bucky, on the other hand, admires the leadership and protectiveness Ghost shows to his team. But despite that, he's just as cautious of his abilities— and more specifically: where his trust lies, between Bucky, who hasn't entirely yet merged himself with the team, and between the rest of 141, who share a rich history with the Sergeant.

In the first couple missions, Bucky finds himself frustrated with Ghost's orders. He's held the Sergeant title too, once— Hell, climbing the ranks practically required acting on command without any question. That is, until he was able to make his own decisions again. But Bucky had become accustomed to leading himself, or often following behind Steve (who knew more than anybody that telling him what to do didn't guarantee anything), not to mention the mess of Hydra and everything he did to detach himself from that life— So, he struggles with Ghost's authority, and begins to learn very quickly that challenging the non-red, skull-faced fucker is a bad idea.

On one particular morning, just a few days after their last big mission, Bucky wakes up with no arm. Fortunately for him, it's a familiar feeling of emptiness on one side. He later finds it on a shelf in the common room, displayed like a mantelpiece alongside various weapons, with a little skull etched into the bicep with black grease paint. The worst part? Ghost is the first person to sneak past him in decades. Dramatic motherfucker.

After that, Bucky finds a balance of respect and displeasure for Ghost, and works alongside him in unison. The rest of the team doesn't question his sudden change in attitude: some of them, too, had to get over that barrier, after all.

They bond over a share of books. Bucky spent a lot of his downtime before and after the army reading, and likewise with Ghost. Bucky owned a first edition of The Hobbit before he became a pawn for the Soviets, and Ghost is secretly jealous of it, having lost himself in fictional stories all the time growing up.

They also bond over their shared magnet for idiots. Specifically, idiot teammates with a tendency for causing trouble. Bucky ribs him for not making any moves on Soap, whereas Ghost defends himself with a quiet grunt and often changes the subject to something else.

The biggest thing they oppose on, however, is the subject of masks. Ghost is never seen without his, but Bucky almost never has it on unless they're on a mission, and even then, he occasionally opts out, mostly to blend in when necessary (and to help keep his memories at bay, not that he'd ever say it).

Typically, their favorite past time is sparring. Bucky has never found a non-human that can almost match him strength for strength, and Ghost likes knowing he can throw his all at Bucky without having to worry about the damage it could cause. It's the best training for the both of them; allowing their energy to drain, their skills to improve, and their banter to escalate until one of them is on top of the other, holding them down until a forfeit is called.

More than once, Bucky has been the one on the ground with his arms pinned. He claims he only admitted defeat to, "boost Ghost's ego so the miserable bastard can smile for once," but they both know it's not quite the truth.

They work as a good team and even better rivals. And though Bucky would never admit it out loud, after everything he's lost, he enjoys having an equal again. And Ghost, well... Ghost wouldn't mind keeping him around for a while, that's for sure.

That's all I've got for now! I have a NSFW headcannons draft for these two soldiers' x reader. Lemme know if that's something I should post ;D

[the-acid-pear]

have more of my insanity.

on this episode: Autistic Jack

(i mean, all of the Kennedy Siblings are autistic to me. we're just focusing on Jack for this)

so like. due to this being The 70s and 80s, Jack obviously never really figured out he was autistic, but. he Could tell that, in some way, he and his family were viewed as "weird."

he always described it as him and his family having these "quirks." because he didn't really Have any other words to describe it.

Jack has a lot of problems with being blunt as hell, to the point that Peter and Dee are the only ones who can genuinely tell if he's actually being rude or not.

so like. here's a couple of examples for you from when he worked with Henry.

one common thing that happened with those two was disagreements over how time works. like, in Jack’s opinion, if he gets to work at any time before he's supposed to be there, then he's early. for example, if his shift starts at 12, and he gets there at 11:57, then he considers himself to basically be on time. Henry, however, uh...Doesn't. those two can argue for ten minutes about what's considered "late" or not.

another instance was Henry calling Sparky, Jack's dog, "that mutt of yours" (headcanon that Henry doesn’t necessarily hate dogs, but just doesn’t like what he considers to be "misbehaving" or "untrained" dogs. which is unfortunately most of them. he does hate Blackjack, though. even before he knew who Blackjack was), and Jack cut him off by going "He's not a mutt, he's a purebred Shiba Inu. 'Mutt' implies that he's got other stuff in there. Which as far as we know, he doesn't. My dog isn't a mutt." Like, on one hand, Jack was using his Dog Special Interest Knowledge to correct Henry, but on the other hand, he was also pissed about the fact that Henry just. insulted his fucking dog.

speaking of special interests, i have this weird headcanon that Jack has another special interest in plants and plant biology. don't ask, it just felt like it fit him.

he also used to just infodump to Dave while he was doing Technician Work at the diner. do NOT ask Jack about the history of dog domestication, you WILL be there for two hours.

also, he gives the vibes that sometimes he stares at things or people for too long, and combined with his Resting Bitch Face, it makes him look like he's constantly annoyed at things. he's not (usually), he's just lookin.

that is all, thank you

- dogboyjackkennedy

I'd pay real money just to have him talking to me about dogs I swear to god. Him getting defensive also is so real. I feel him.

[ghostess-with-the-mostess]

Here's a few more! (Granted god knows other posts mention these)

Cheating Men Must Die - A chinese 'system' manhua where a once-spurned rival/villainess character becomes an OP agent who dives into the worlds of third-rate novels to grant justice to other secondary character spurned to downfall by shitty male leads

With One Day Left I'll Break All the Destruction Flags: "Serves You Right!" RTA 24 Hour Record - the reincarnated villainess regains their memories of earth only 24 hours before the condemnation event; she proceeds to completely decimate everything before then ALSO THIS ONE IS COMPLETELY FINISHED

The One Within the Villainess - imagine Hamefura but with two key differences: the heroine is also isekai-possessed by an absolute two-faced bitch that completely reverts the progress the reincarnated villainess made - but also, the original villainess was still conscious in a mindscape where she was comforted by the life and presence of the reincarnator - and once the condemnation occurs and the reincarnator's personality is traumatized away, leaving the original personality to return? She is hellbent on using what she's learned from the reincarnator to completely obliterate the reincarnated heroine in the ultimate revenge.

Endo and Kobayashi's Live Commentary on the Villainess - kiiiiind of skirting the line but two japanese high schoolers find out they're able to talk to the male lead of an otome game and help him understand how cute his tsundere villainess fiancee is and it's GETTING AN ANIME!

The Fed-Up Office Lady Wants to Serve the Villainess - A woman gets fired from her OL job, only to be summoned into an otome game as the Villainess' familiar, to which she makes it her goal to save her from her fate of villainy (though the arc is unfortunately already underway)

Milday Just Wants to Relax - A "reincarnated villainess embraces the condemnation to gain a commoner's life" story where the MC hides away in a small village working a cafe and gets entangled with the beastmen mercenaries that the rest of the town fears while dealing with her own fear of being found by her controlling, horrid family

The Villainess' Slow Prison Life Began with Her Broken Engagement - only a couple of chapters of the original novel were adapated into manga sadly, but its SO GOOD - the villainess gets condemned and locked away in a cell - that she's already filled with every worldly desire she could imagine, and from there she proceeds to absolutely troll and fuck with the male leads in every which way possible while enjoying her newfound freedom to be lazy

May I Ask for One Final Thing? - This villainess is only interested in one, single thing - punching the most punchable of the corrupt nobles, and she has every ability to do so.

Though I May Be a Villainess, I'll Show You I Can Obtain Happiness! - one of various anthology series that do small single-chapter stories with the theme of Villainesses obtaining their Happy End through their lowest point - some are amazing, some are good, and of course some are awful. My personal favorites from this are

- The Tale of the Noble Girl who will go to a Monastery after her Engagement Annulment

- Shall We Walk Hand in Hand Down the Flowery Path of Evil? (this one has been serialized)

- The Villainess Laughs Innocently

- The Art of Rebuilding a Nation Begins with a Broken Engagement!

- You Were Set Up, You Know?

- My Betrothed's Personality is Way Different from the Game!

- It Would Seem You've Broken Off your Engagement in Order to Marry Me, But I have No Intention of Marrying You

- I'm a Survival Gamer Reincarnated into an Otome Game

- Overthrown for My Younger Sister, but She's a Ticking Time Bomb

- Villainess gets Dumped, Doesn't Care, Lives Happily Ever After with her Super Masochistic Childhood Friend

- The Jilted Villainess Becomes a Lady of Justice

Isekai with male protags: "I was a loser on earth but now I'm super fucking strong and gettin mad bitches"

Isekai with female protags:

Reincarnated princess uses earth knowledge to make magitech a thing and romances sad girl

Girl romantically pursues her video game waifu

Girl is tasked to teach actual fucking gods to be more empathetic to humans

Woman reincarnated as the daughter of a magic item crafter uses earth knowledge to advance her trade

"Straight" girl is sucked into a world with zero men and lesbians everywhere and finds out she's sapphic (there's like actual plot but the gay is what matters.... to me)

A ghibli film. Need I say more

Woman reincarnated in video game as doomed villainess desperately tries to change her story

Girl reincarnated as a tiny baby spider kills monsters to level up

Like the male protag one but the lame guy's mom got isekaid with him and she's the op one.

Two normal girls fight urban legends in terrifying danger dimension

[apolytus--pc]

Chapter 1 - Nyx (first draft) (we're sorry)

I’m about to sit down with a new book in a study room when a loud scream interrupts me. I want to get in a few chapters before lunch so I ignore it and move on, finishing the first few pages.

“You bitch!” someone shouts, from far away.

I immediately recognize the voice and jump from my chair, striding towards the door. I can already tell what’s going on — a fight between Audrey and Riella. I love when they fight. It's the only entertaining thing that ever goes on here. As the yelling gets louder, I speed up. It’s coming from the common room. I pass a group of people talking just outside and grab Nat by the wrist without stopping.

“Nyx, where are we going?” She struggles to keep up with me, half a cookie still in her mouth from lunch.

I turn to her, remove my hand from her wrist and sign in ASL, “You didn’t hear the scream? Audrey and Riella are fighting again.” I generally prefer to use sign language instead of actually speaking. Plus, everyone else understands ASL so there's no need to speak out loud.

I grin at her and continue on, turning away before she can sign back, and try to convince me to not get involved. I grab her hand once more and pull her forward, urging her to go faster.

Natela and I are identical twins and best friends. We have the same blue eyes, same freckles, same humor, same split dyed black and white hair, same everything. Physically, the only difference is our clothing styles and the fact that I prefer glasses and Nat prefers to wear contacts. Also, unlike Nat, I don’t mind getting into trouble while she is usually trying to keep herself and I out of it.

“Shut off your goddamn music, Ri! Put in headphones! Something!” Audrey screams as she punches Riella square in the nose. As Riella recovers, Audrey pulls her electric blue hair back into a ponytail with a ribbon. She then removes her pink beaded earrings and tosses them to the side.

“Or what?” Riella wipes at the blood now dripping from her nose, which only smears it across her face more.

I lean against the doorframe and look over at Nat, using our own version of sign language to say, “This will be good.”

We had created our own version of sign as young kids, and used it often whenever we didn’t want others listening in. We called it TSL or twin sign language. Everyone here could understand ASL, and a few others could speak it, but none were as fluent as Nat and I. 

She rolls her eyes, pairing it with a disapproving look. I smirk and turn back to the fight.

“Or I’ll mess up your stupid face!” Audrey lunges again, seemingly going for Riella's throat. Riella sidesteps, using her long nails to scratch Audrey’s cheek and avoid harm to herself. Audrey immediately puts a hand where she was scratched, gasping dramatically. When she pulls her hand back, I can see the small bit of blood glistening on one of their fingers.

“I’d like to see you try,” Riella sneers, taking a step back

Grace and Rebecca run in behind us, yelling for Audrey and Riella to stop, but their pleas are drowned out by the scream Audrey lets out when Riella pulls her hair. Netpune eventually files into the room behind me.

He signs, “How much do you wanna bet they’ll kill each other by the end of this month?”

I suppress a smirk as the rest of the group tries to break up the fight. However, their efforts are worthless and Mr. S strides into the room a couple minutes later.

“Ahem.” He tries to get their attention but Audrey and Riella continue to fight, ignoring him. “Girls.” He tries again a little louder, but they don’t even glance in his direction. “For the love of god, will you two please stop fighting!” Mr. S shouts as loud as he can, making Audrey and Riella freeze. “Thank you. Everyone please have a seat, I will talk to you all shortly. One and Two please go clean yourselves up. Six, please get the others.”

I roll my eyes and sit on the end of the couch next to Nat, who shoots me a smile. I glance around the room, taking in what everyone else is doing. Watching the people in our house is always entertaining. 

I live in a house with nine other sixteen-year-olds and our guardian of sorts, Mr. S. There's Audrey, Riella, Vanessa, Rebecca, Effie, Neptune, Sirona, Grace, Natela, and me. We live on a secluded island with no one else around. We are educated by Mr. S and books, and we are stuck with only each other for company. It’s torture.

A few years ago, the people in our house would bicker all the time, but now the petty feud is mostly for dramatics. Only Audrey and Riella really think there’s still a divide and have recently resorted to physical fighting.

I look around the room to see all the fascinating things that the people in our house are doing. Effie, Vanessa, Rebecca, and Grace are sitting on the floor in some bean bags. Effie’s saying something and gesturing around the room with one hand while the other is wrapped around Venessa, her girlfriend. Vanessa is absent mindedly tracing Effie’s hand with her fingers, not participating in the conversation. Rebecca is frowning, as if what Effie is saying is incredibly distressing. Grace runs a hand through her long brown hair, whispering a reply to Effie’s comments.

Audrey is sitting by the window next to them, holding a towel to her bleeding cheek and ignoring everyone else. 

Audrey is what people would call “a mean girl”. She loves to stir up drama and get in fights, she’s super overdramatic, and she’s stereotypically pretty. She wears a full face of makeup and cute pink clothes. I love her. Not in the love way, not even in the “I love my friends” way. I just find her incredibly funny.

Sat in the opposite corner of the room is Riella. She is holding a tissue on her bleeding nose and staring rather unpleasantly at Vanessa. Somehow, the two of them are also twins. Unlike me and Nat, their only similarities are the amber color of their eyes and their dark tan skin. They aren’t friends the way Nat and I are, either, which is clear from the glare Vanessa is shooting right back.

Like Audrey, I also find Riella extremely funny. She has a great sense of humor, and the two of us are pretty good friends. She also definitely pisses Audrey off on purpose, which makes for some very entertaining fights.

Neptune is sitting on a chair next to the couch. It seems like he’s also just passively observing. I’m actually surprised he’s here, since a lot of the time he’ll slip away, somehow unnoticed, for long periods of time, which never seems to get them in trouble with Mr. S. I always beg them to tell me their secrets, but they refuse every time.

I glance back up towards the front of the room at Mr. S. He’s running his hand through his hair, revealing the scar on his forehead, while he paces slightly and talks in hushed tones to Sirona. 

Sirona is the nicest person in the history of the universe, or at least of everyone I know. I know that isn’t saying much given as I have only ever met like 10 other people, but seriously. She is always happy, always positive, always patient — our resident peacekeeper and Mr. S’s favorite.

Sirona has a frown on her face and keeps saying things like “why?” and “please?” I can only hear bits and pieces, though, because Mr. S keeps his own voice down, and he seems to be doing most of the talking. Suddenly Sirona shouts, “Fine!” and storms away.

Mr. S curses under his breath, wipes his glasses and takes a long deep breath as everyone turns to look at him. He’s strong but skinny with big shoulders, and shoulder-length wavy brown hair typically tied back in a ponytail. He glances up, realizing the amount of eyes staring at him. 

Even though he is shorter than a little less than half of us, he still manages to look down on us as he says, “I suppose that I should probably begin while I have all of your attention.” He pauses, looking around the room, probably making sure we were all there. 

“This is going to be hilarious,” I sign to Nat in TSL. She just shakes her head.

“I’ve kept you all here because the fight, while utterly unacceptable, has in fact brought a few things to my attention,” he continues, his voice rising as he speaks. “This feud of yours is getting out of hand. It’s aggravating, and, quite frankly, incredibly foolish. You all display such potential, but you will never be able to utilize your abilities to their full extent if you do not learn to work together. I expect you to resolve this petty conflict within the week, or the team-building exercises you can expect in your immediate future will be the least of the consequences you’ll face,” Mr. S says sharply.

“What are you going to do?” Audrey bursts out. “Ground us? We’re already living on an island with no one else around. It’s literally like an eternal grounding. What more can you do? Kill us?”

“Don’t tempt him,” Neptune mutters, turning towards the window and the open field behind it.

“I’d like to see him try. There’s ten of us and one of him.”

I mask my face into calm indifference to hide the smile, and when I glance at Nat, I could see her trying to hide her own laughter, a lot less successfully. Audrey has always been outspoken and dramatic especially if she wants something, or has an opinion, or even just wants some attention. Plus, sometimes she does occasionally have good points. 

Like the fact that this island sucks.

Mr. S pointedly ignored the outburst and resumed his speech, the only difference is his narrowed eyes. “There will be no more fighting. Do you all understand?” He enunciates each word, spitting them at us.

Mr. S meets each of our eyes, slowly turning his head to look at each of us individually. I’m the last one, and when he gets to me, I hold eye contact, eventually making him the one to break the stare. I hate eye contact but I never stand down to a challenge. Mr. S’s eyes eventually change focus, and fix on something past the doorway, and without another glance at any of us, he stalks out of the room.

As soon as he leaves, Audrey jumps up from her spot on the sofa and glares at Riella, opening her mouth to say something. 

Grace quickly stands, placing her hand on Audrey’s shoulder, quietly whispering, “Don’t.”

Audrey ignores her. 

“‘You will never be able to use your abilities if you don’t work together,’” she mocks, “Who does he think he is? That was the dumbest–”

Neptune cuts her off. “Well, you losers have fun pissing Mr. S off even more and making everything worse for all of us,” he says. “I’ve got better things to do.”

“It’s not like he can hear us,” Audrey counters, rolling her eyes.

“Really? Because as far as I’m aware, he hears everything.” Neptune looks around at all of us dramatically, then bursts out laughing. “I’m kidding. You guys are so gullible. He’s probably moping in his office because Sirona is mad at him. He couldn’t care less what we’re saying.”

With that, Neptune marches out of the room, the smile wiped from his face. Riella follows shortly after. The rest of us fall into an uncomfortable silence that I would normally accept with open arms, but this silence is unnatural. I don’t like it.

[boyakishanaura]

3.3: Conversation.

Placing the toasties into a jaffle maker, closing them shut as the couple took a seat. Whistling, sitting onto the table as he pressed buttons on his watch. Nobody said anything, the couple looking between each other as they sat there. After a while, Frisk spoke up.

“... So, what’s your name?”

Head tilting, Sans cautious as he held her hand. The man slowly went quiet, thinking to himself before he spoke.

“... Call me Trio.”

Raising one hand, gripping the jaffle maker to the other side, resetting the timer with two fingers. Magical hands stretching outwards for the actions as he took a seat.

“... Frisk.”

“Trio.”

Shaking the lady’s hand, nodding as I looked at Sans.

“Sans, right?”

The man nodded, white hair pulled to the side as we sat there. After another while, I spoke up.

“So, what’s your story?”

They paused at that. Voices silent as they shared a glance. And she started to talk.

“And now we’re… Well, here.”

Hand tapping the table, the brunette looking out the window as she froze. Brow softly furrowing as I followed her gaze. … Hm. That’s not good. Shifting his form, that tingling feeling pulled away as a calm somewhat warm presence pushed over it.

“... And how much of it would you say is real?”

Arms massaging his nape, fingers rubbing his temples as he quietly took in a deep breath. Migraine pulling away as he continued the exercises. 

The couple froze completely at that. The question lingering, flames of anger, fear, confusion rising as they reeled it in. Finally, Frisk spoke over Sans.

“All of it, since. Y’know, we lived it?”

Nodding, the man rubbed his neck as he adjusted his gold ring. Black hair streaked to the back into a ponytail, silent as one hand focused the magic as he cleaned up the common room. Magic flowed across as items moved around the small kitchenette.

“... I didn’t say it wasn’t real, just asking about the… more esoteric parts of your journey.”

Looking to Sans, before wandering around the area. The morning grumbles of a few residents echoing as people started to wake. Frisk’s brow furrowed further, face relaxing from the stress as that blank stare spread across her.

“... What.. eso…”

“... It means things a specialist or similar might only be able to explain.”

Flubbing his lips, a momentary raspberry as Frisk remained in thought. Sans stayed quiet, watching the man’s form. Trio, where did he hear that name before? Lightly tanned, decently muscular with a holstered firearm, knife and a gold ring on the table. Stimming absentmindedly as he looked around, mind wandering but conscious enough as he looked between them all. Patient, uncaring, but attentive. Not warm, kind. A warm smile offered during a handshake, formal, curt and butler like.

“... What about them..?”

Snapped out, the man silent, face rested on his hand while he gave thought. Then his watch beeped. Glancing at the screen, the letters. Annoying. Bitch. T-r-i… Snapping the watch as he stood, closing the stool as he sighed.

“It appears I’m needed elsewhere, excuse my leave.”

Rising, pushing the circular device into the ring, wincing before walking out.

The door opened, people greeting each other with yawns, groans, crackings of bones and segments. Walking in, Elys’ hair ruffled as Charlie followed behind her, half awake on her, the couple opened a cabinet. Pulling out a panel in the corner, Elys having dragged a bag over, the pair tossed a good amount of charcoal into the pit, train riding over stone as Charlie swept off charcoal from the handles. Elys meanwhile carried a large glass beaker over, Charlie snagging out a hose as Elys wandered out the common room.

I looked at Sans. A few minutes of confusing to confusion, the lesbians began making coffee, funnel placed over the sink. Groups of people began to walk in, taking bottles, glancing at the various panels and then taking the various ways out. There were three segments in this car. The commons, with the common room, dorms. The engine room, because apparently that was a thing on each carriage. And then some kind of outer storeroom or something. In truth, neither of us really knew, so as people walked out one door, wind whistled for a good couple of minutes as people hopped outside, or went into various panels around the area.

There’d been something like twenty or thirty carriages. Each carriage had held at least one squad, with the whole train being a battalion’s worth personnel. With Elys and Charlie wandering off to god knows where, the current group sweeping out the common room as we sat there. A pair of cups left on the table, doors held open or closed.

“... So, what do we do now?”

Looking around, our first day, the train drove by as we sat there. And now we had a choice.

[vellichor-of-the-solivagant]

How to Plant Snapdragons | 3

Task Force 141, Keegan & Konig x Female Criminal!Reader

Previous Chapter / Masterlist / Discord

CONTENT WARNING: Strong Language WORD COUNT: 3k

A hand slammed on the table across you, and Kyle's booming voice echoed in the dining hall. "I've heard of the news!"

You sat with Johnny, while the Lieutenant was on the other side, where Gaz had also pulled himself a seat. You had your usual bright and smiley face that could rival the sun. You seemed as though you had just successfully run away from the base, skipping on some puddles.

You faced Gaz and smirked, knowing that your glorious feat had traveled the speed of light across this realm of gunpowder and tanks.

There weren't many people in the place, considering it was late afternoon, but it already seemed night because of the dark sky. You had changed clothes and eaten a portion of food before your superiors got to find you after you managed to slip away from them again. There were only a handful of soldiers scattered in the hall—considering it was a couple of hours past lunch—chatting their free time away and keeping their ears and eyes sharp for gossip. Gossip meant you.

You kept your legs crossed the entire time, in an attempt to hide the monitor. Every time it beeped and lighted up, you couldn't help but cringe. You hated being the center of attention and this thing that technically screams, 'Hey, keep your eyes on me, I might drive a tank into the base, uwu! Or I’m going to steal a bird and go HASTA LA VISTA BITCHES AND BROS AND NON-BINARY HOES IMMA GO HELICOPTER HELICOPTER!’ made it worse.

Except you didn’t know shit how to drive those things.

(That can’t stop you)

"Heard you got four combos," Kyle said, leaning over the table. "Two critical hits on each ball, eh?"

Ghost made a face under his mask, rolling his eyes. "Fuckin' hell."

"Aye, and a knock-out for his dignity," Soap shook his head with a couple of clicks of his tongue. "Poor guy vomited in the gym after the bloody massacre of his future children."

You giggled at his comment and shifted your gaze back down to the sheets of paper you had finally stolen. If it can be called that because the Lt. and Soap were staring at you the entire time you snatched them, along with a pen for fuck's sake in Price's office, before bouncing.

"I was planning on teaching the kid a lesson but . . . what the fuck are you—" Johnny glanced over his shoulder, wide eyes darting around the canteen before setting them back on the papers you focused on. You were drawing a bunch of nude dudes, not even hesitating to add nipples and balls and dicks—why were they so big, though? "Why are ya drawing that?!" He yelled in a whisper, his large hands covering your paper.

Both Ghost and Gaz peered over the gaps between his fingers and looked away the moment they saw someone else's balls. Then, Gaz quickly put his hand over the rest of your drawings his fellow Sergeant couldn't cover as a soldier passed by your table.

"Anatomy?" You waved a hand, raised a brow, and shook your head as though he didn't get something so obvious. "Renaissance art?"

Soap frowned at you. "I'm pretty sure Renaissance paintings don't have this much nudity, and they surely weren't holdin’ one another's cocks and lookin’ like they’re enjoying it!”

"Well, yes and no, sir." You tried to push their hands away but fuck those muscles staying like fucking statues. "Wanna know why nudity was common during that era? It is to revive Roman and Greek art, which focuses on the human body and nature. And they believe that without any clothing, they can see the purest form of the human body."

"That still doesn't explain that they're fucking holding—"

"Shush!" You put a hand over Kyle's face. "They're feeling each other's pureness, Gaz. They're feeling each other."

"The fuck—"

You slapped your other hand over Soap's mouth, gazing intently at him. "It's called an art style, Soap. An art style. A preference.”

"Well, other than ya have a peculiar preference, your drawings are well mint," Ghost claimed as he carefully took one of your drawings under Kyle’s hand and closely took in the details of the person you drew. The shadows and shades on the man’s visage made it seem like it was a photograph of a marble statue, which made him feel as though he was standing before it. You flawlessly captured the feelings and emotions—a life that he didn’t know would be possible with a pen.

He put it down and slid it back to you. “What did ya take in college?”

You brought your hands down from the sergeants’ faces and picked up the pen. “I was an engineering student." You spun the pen between your fingers and looked down at your drawing with a small smile.

Also, what the fuck is ‘well mint’?

"And what got a bloody engineering student in prison?” Kyle questioned in a low voice. “Can’t be the one I heard around.”

Ghost glanced at him with a frown, while Soap glared at him, shaking his head as a warning, and Gaz in response, made an ‘o’ with his mouth, nodding.

“I blew up the university because the Dean said if the campus caught fire, she would let everyone pass,” You said, which made their heads whip in your direction in an instant, while you started to sketch on a clean sheet. “I was desperate for a good grade, but I didn’t know the Dean would be in her office as the fire spread.”

Johnny gaped at you in disbelief. “Bloody hell, for a grade?”

Gaz raised a brow. “Seriously?”

You snorted. “No.”

Both the sergeants made a face, whereas Ghost let out a low scoff.

“But I have truly always cared for grades,” you started again, “even though they say high grades aren’t everything and they are just numbers, I used to think they were everything. Then, whenever I see people partying around in clubs, I begin to get jealous of them because they seem free like they don’t have anything to worry about.” You glanced at them and found they were listening attentively, so you continued. “One night, I said screw this shit and went in a club.”

“Well, sometimes, ya just have to let loose, you know?” Soap said, leaning back against the chair. “We also go to the pub once in a while to drink.”

“And all hell breaks loose,” Ghost claimed, eyeing Soap knowingly.

Your brows raised. Oh?

“Shut up, Lt.” He glared at him, pouting a bit, which Ghost ignored. Then, Soap put his elbow on the table and propped his chin on his palm, then turned his head to you. “So, ya went to the club?”

“Yeah, met a couple of guys,” you copied his actions, “seduced those couple of guys.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Had a sloppy make-out in the bathroom.”

“Damn, aren’t ya fast?” Gaz asked, smiling.

You turned to him. “Went to the hotel . . . and drunk their blood.”

Soap straightened up in a blink. “Awa' an’ bile yer heid. I thought it was real this time!”

“Oh, damn it.” Gaz slapped the table.

You laughed, throwing your head back in amusement.

Ghost crossed his arms, tilting his head a bit. “You have your way with stories, don’t you?”

“I’m an avid fan of fiction. Either I write it or read it. It’s a way for me to escape reality.” You tapped on one of your sketches. “And if I can’t read or write it, I draw it. Although, sometimes, it also stresses me out when I can’t get things right.” You sighed, furrowing your brows lightly.

They stared at you for a moment, then shared glances, silently deciding it was believable enough, considering your request for books to Laswell and your eagerness to draw.

“Alright, what’s next?” Gaz spoke, motioning a hand. “You found a doll that turned out to be alive and a killing machine.”

You grinned, placing your pen down and riding along his joke. “Preyed on a bunch of children, led them in a sewer with candies and balloons.”

“Isn’t that Chucky and It?” Johnny asked, raising a brow.

“Didn’t expect you famous gentlemen would know those movies.” You nodded in acknowledgment and pointed at him. “Well, your turn.”

“A doll ya found in the basement of yer new house turned out to be possessed,” Soap fired, pointing back at me. “Why is it always dolls, though?”

You shrugged.

“Scared of dolls, Soap?” Gaz wiggled his brows with a teasing smile.

His fellow sergeant rolled his eyes. “The fuck I would be.”

Then, the three of you faced Ghost, who had remained silent and still on his chair. His eyes went back and forth between you three before he sighed. “Ya killed people with a chainsaw.”

You three nodded at him and you commented, “Classic.” Before you could say another word, you noticed Simon finishing something out of his pockets, a phone that you oh-so wanted to still just so you could read some fanfictions on the net. Soap and Gaz followed his actions.

At this rate, you were just going to make your own fanfiction to keep your sanity.

“Come on.” Soap nudged at you and stood up, making the chair creak.

The fun finally lasted and seemed something that you dreaded to do came sooner than expected.

You gathered and rolled your drawings carefully, and stuck the ballpen onto your bun, before following them out of the chow hall.

Laswell’s voice echoed from the laptop on Captain Price’s table, and you and the 141 stood in front of it, listening to the intel she had gathered. The map of Brazil appeared on the screen, making you raise a brow as it zoomed onto the mountains, which were covered in houses instead of nature.

“Supposedly our target, Fabrício, is in his base in Rio de Janeiro, we’ll finally be able to know his deals with Hassan.” Price crossed his arms and glanced at the rest of the group. “However, there’ll be mostly likely civilians around the area, so we have to watch our fire.”

“Rio de Janeiro . . .” You mumbled and put your fingers under your chin, which caught their attention. You faced the Captain, who had a questioning look at you. “Uh,” you raised a hand as though you were going to answer a teacher’s question, “may I say a humble suggestion?”

He nodded. “Speak.”

You gulped. “I may know some things about Rio that could bring us advantages."

Ghost fully turned his body at you. “What’re ya getting at?”

“During this time of the year, Rio holds their famous Carnival for a week every night until dawn. Millions of people go there, so their streets will be mostly empty or people will be in their houses. Yet at the same time, if you wander around at night in their streets, you’ll get targeted by criminals.” You pointed at the image of your target, a man with short curly hair and dark skin. “If that guy deals with international transactions, he’ll be most likely a boss of the local outlaws and militia or protected by them. So, at times of major events like this, eyes will be off them and they’ll be able to move freely.” You brought your hand down. “But so can we.”

Price’s brows furrowed a bit and he looked at the map on the screen. “That’s . . . good thinking.” He tapped on the pad of the laptop and said, “Laswell, I’d like to—”

“Damn, lassie, how’d you know that?” Johnny questioned, a grin appearing on his lips as he put his arm around your shoulders again.

Meanwhile, Price proceeded to discuss the changes in the mission with Kate.

“I’m pretty interested in Rio because of the Carnival, yeah, and the statue of Christ the Redeemer and their beaches.” You crossed your arms to stop yourself from wrapping your arms around him as well and take the chance to squeeze his chest, biceps, and cakes. “Also, they are famous for being good at football and beach volleyball. I used to play some sports during my school days and they’re one of those.”

“Well,” Gaz also dropped his arm around you, but on your lower back, making you gulp, “aren’t you talented, miss? Wouldn’t be surprised if you're pretty famous on your campus.”

You sighed. “Don’t call me ‘miss’, and no, I’m not famous. I like solitude to be honest."

Soap pulled you a bit closer. “Ah, like the Lieutenant until he shows off his skills, aye?”

“I am not a show-off.” Ghost glared at you three. “Also, there are several disadvantages to your strategy.”

“Yessir.” You nodded and the sergeants let go of you. You raised three of your fingers. “The target is in their home ground, they know the place like the back of their hand and the difference between our numbers."

"And that's exactly why we have a backup,” Price declared in a serious voice, followed by beeps coming from the laptop which caught your attention, and General Shepherd’s profile popped out, meaning he was listening to the discussion or might be watching you without seeing him.

You pursed your lips, running your tongue through the light cracks, but kept your eyes strained on the screen. You put your hands behind you, squeezing them as hard as you could. You couldn’t miss any detail about the mission that might endanger the 141.

“We will have two teams to corner Fabrício in his base, front and back,” Laswell began once again, bright lines lighting up alleyways on the map, leading up to the mountains of houses. The first profiles to appear in bright boxes were Ghost and Soap. “Bravo team will go through this street.” Then, the Captain, Gaz, and finally, yours, appeared on the screen following a green line. “And the Alpha team will go this way.”

You let out a silent sigh in relief, yet at the same time in disappointment. You’d like to enjoy the calmness of the Captain and Gaz, and their light jokes, but you also wanted to go ape shit with Soap and make dad jokes along the way with Ghost. But what irked you more was the picture of you they used—with the eyebags and pimples. Couldn’t they put a better one for fuck’s sake?

Then, a familiar American’s profile came into view, along with several men in one box, making you frown and yell thousands of curses in your head. “Once we have Fabricio, the Shadow Company will help subdue the militia, and Nikolai will go around in helo for exfil.” As soon as Kate finished explaining, she and the General popped out in a split screen.

“Most importantly, we want Fabrício alive for interrogation,” Shepherd concluded, serious eyes darting at the 141, then settled on you. “And how are you?”

It was hard to put on pants with the monitor on. The food wasn’t any better than in prison. People thought you were a threat to be burned alive if you did something wrong before them. People thought you were a piece of meat. A dog to tame. A whore for trying to become close with the 141. A woman who knew nothing but play around.

Yet you smiled at him, despite all the thoughts that rushed to your mind. Curses that you wanted to scream at him. “Still trying to get used to things around here, sir.” You squeezed your hands, nails digging into your skin.

Gaz glanced at you and noticed your stiffness. He kept his face expressionless, seeing how you looked, and slowly, his eyes made their way to your hands.

Meanwhile, Ghost walked and sauntered behind Price's desk, keeping his eyes on the back of the laptop.

“Really?” He leaned back in his chair, head tilting to the side. “I thought you easily adapt to different environments. Has Laswell spoiled you?”

Fuck him.

“I did not do such a thing, General,” Laswell was quick to retort, a sigh escaping her lips.

She, in fact, did. But that was a story for other times.

You forced out a laugh, flowing along her lie. “If she had, she would have given me a phone, sir.”

Shepherd nodded in acknowledgment. “Very well. I hope 141 is treating you well?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but Soap was faster to speak. “Of course, sir. Now we know one of the reasons why ye pulled her out of prison.” He put a hand on your shoulder, a bright grin appearing on his handsome face, yet you kept your eyes on the bald eagle. “She’s a fun one.”

You clenched your hands harder and planted your nails deeper. Motherfucking hell, Soap, don’t call me fun.

As though spiders crawled down your skin, you shivered.

With Soap's hand still on your shoulder, he felt you shudder.

Shepherd smiled, something that you didn't expect to see. "I see. But I did not put her in the 141 so you could have some fun."

"Ah, yes sir," Soap removed his hand from you and felt a twitch under his eye, "I'm just saying that—"

"She's a criminal, Sergeant Mactavish. The only reason she's out is because she'll be able to help 141. She's a tool you can use, and she knows that herself. So, make sure she continues being good and obedient." With that, his voice went static and soon faded, his picture disappearing from the laptop's screen.

"We will discuss the mission again later on," Laswell quickly filled the silence. "Take care, all of you."

"Thank you, Kate," Price said, turning the laptop in his direction.

"Anytime."

The Captain shut the laptop closed.

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Taglist: @yyiikes, @the-faceless-bride, @sae1kie

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

can you please do a jennie as your wife hc similar to karina's too? thank you <3

Blackpink headcanon: Jennie as your wife

Requests are open

I see that this type of headcanon is very popular, well, that's better: I like writing them. Enjoy!💙

Blackpink Jennie X GN!Reader

SFW Content

Before Marriage

The day you met Jennie your head was elsewhere

You were thinking about your last relationship which ended few weeks before

Minho, a friend of your, invited to a little party in his house to cheer you up

You knew that he was somehow famous, but you never cared about that side of his life

At the party you met her and she was stunning

The moment you shook her hand, she stared in your eyes

It was just for few seconds, but to you it seemed many hours

Sure, you talked a lot with her that night, but you never expected that the next day Minho would tell that she was attracted to you

So he organized a date between you and her

And when you saw her again, you knew that you wanted her for the rest of your life

In fact you became a couple obviously

But you were scared to ask her hand

She was an idol, a busy person, what if she said no?

But someone (Jisoo) spilled to you that Jennie was hoping that one she could have been your wife

So, after the promotion of the second album - stream Born Pink y'all- you made the propose to her

She cried so much due the joy that your t-shirt was all wet lol

Conjugal Life

You basically live with a 3D girl

Yes, 3D, because of her 3-Dimension personality

One day she is a 5 years old little, the next day a 90 years old granny and the other one she's a fucking goddess

So you must adjust your behavior according to the personality of the day

However there is a common point: you must take care of her lol

You must prepare her tea, you must bring her blankets, you must help her with a lot of things

But you do it all of this happily

Because your reward is unlimited love

Do you prepare her the tea? You receive an hour of cuddles and kisses

Definitely a win-win situation

You also love to bicker lovingly

A lot of teasing

"Y/N, stop treating Rosie and Lisa like your child" "If they are my child, you are their grandma" "YOU LITTLE SHI-"

It's just your way to show affection

Sometimes when you're at work, she calls you only to say that she loves you

Everything that gives you energy

You don't really need to work because she is rich enough to maintain both

But you wanted your economic independence

So she helped you open your activity: a cozy café near your house

NSFW Content

How can someone so cute and so hot at the same time?

When she show you her gummy smile, your heart melts

But then the smile is replaced by her resting bitch face

And you that she wants only a good fuck

She's definitely a sub who try to rebel

But not on your watch

She always start to be bratty to provoke you

So you need to put her in her place

You push her against the wall and you start to finger her until the pavement is soaked

It's funny watching her legs tremblinh while she begs for mercy

Also, very possessive

This girl makes you a necklace of hickeys

And honestly your neck is not the only body part marked by her

Just in case someone tries to put their eyes on you

Sometimes when she's free and the cafè is not full, she gives you oral pleasure behind the counter

After all that, she gives you an innocent look and says "What's the matter, love?"

A bratty bitch but you love her also for this reason

[imgonnapanic]

Hello! I was wondering if you can do some hc for the pretty setter squad, how would they act if, while they are playing volleyball with the girlfriend and friends, they hit her pretty hard with a strong service?

This concept is genius, assjuice4ever.

Pretty Setter Squad Hitting their S/O with their Serve

Oikawa Tooru

OHHHH NAHHHHH

On the weekends, the Seijoh gym is open, and there are a couple volleyball nets

Sometimes Tooru takes you and his friends to pass the ball around

And every damn time he gets mad.

“No…PASS THE BALL-“

Like, this guy runs on a short volleyball fuse. If you suck, you suck.

Go away

“Except for you, y/n!”

“…bitch?”

Anyways, every time, his friends tell him not to get competitive.

But this is Tooru you’re talking about.

So before you know it, you’re getting pounded by a volleyball straight to the stomach. And you flop over like an inflatable noodle.

My man is over there in SECONDS. All his friends are giving him dirty looks and he feels SO BAD.

You sit out for a couple minutes and laugh at Tooru’s guilt-volleyball.

He free balls it into the net.

Is an absolute angel to you for the rest of the night, though.

Kageyama Tobio

Claims it isn’t his fault that you got walloped in the head.

You, a defensive specialist holding a state championship, wanted him to serve the ball deep.

And deeps balls are not exactly Kageyama’s strong suitTHATS WHAT SHE SAID

But you needed to get some repetition before you went to practice the following day.

Kageyama normally just rips the ball anywhere he wants, but it’s so hard it just lands in the middle.

So he had to take a little force out of it

And it accidentally went veering past the back line, straight at your forehead.

For a second he doesn’t know if you’re laughing or crying

Because you could have a concussion but that was also really fucking funny.

“Y/N, OH MY GOD.”

“AH HA AH HA HÆ”

“?”

Sighs in relief when you fold over laughing but makes sure you know how many fingers you’re holding up.

Kozume Kenma

In hindsight he could have used a little more common sense 😭

He told you (a person that had literally never touched a volleyball in their natural life) that his serve wasn’t that hard.

“WELL MAYBE TO A VOLLEYBALL PLAYER”

His serve is a flat serve, and it can be deadly.

But in comparison to Kuroo’s and Yamamoto’s, his didn’t seem that bad.

It slaps you right in the arm, and makes a terrifying-sounding thwack. 

“ohhhh 😬”

And you do that thing that all new volleyball players do and freak out.

“KENMA MY ARM IS LITERALLY RED RN”

“uh…that’s what happens…i guess”

“LITERALLY DIE”

You settle yourselves with passing the ball back and forth

Kenma doesn’t have the energy for much more than that

But it is chill for a little while

Akaashi Keiji

You, a libero

Were practicing with Akaashi, a setter

On your guys’ serve receive.

Short serves are not really your thing, so Akaashi is sending a few of them over.

Let’s preface this with the fact that Akaashi missed half the serves he tried to put in front of the ten foot line.

“Babe, you can scoot up if you want”

“…no.”

He is consistent as hell normally, but he doesn’t really know how to serve a really short ball.

So when one finally trickles over the net, you lunge for it as fast as you can, but the ball is already on the ground.

And you’re still flying across the court.

You end up rolling right over the volleyball (which is painful on its own) and end up with a scorching floor burn on top of that.

“SHIT.”

“Damn-“

“KEIJI.”

You end up hobbling back to your feet, grabbing the ball…

And launching that motherfucker right back into his face.

That was the smack heard ‘round the world

[prcttylittlebirds]

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VENUS TRIES EVERYTHING in her power to refrain from rolling her eyes once rafael emphasizes friend and practically discusses how his feelings don’t align with that word. although hers didn’t either, she had to be honest with herself. they were nothing more. “we’re friends, rafael. just because we’ve fucked and we have feelings for each other doesn’t mean that that automatically changes because nothing else was established. you did all of the things you did and then you returned back here.” what went from her smiling ear-to-ear has turned into her default face which people normally call her resting bitch face. she knew that this would be their fate if they talked about the album, deeper in particular. “we never discussed you staying because we’re friends. you didn’t ask me to be your girlfriend. but if you knew you were going to come back here then you should’ve left me alone and kept me in friend territory. you never said you’d stay for good then that’s fair but you played me because you knew you weren’t and you kept asking me out to do things and go places. things can be special but at the end of the day, we are still friends. that’s the harsh reality. no one likes it but it is what it is.” she sighs, not wanting to engage in this conversation anymore; however, she knows that it’s something that needed to be discussed. venus wanted her feelings to be heard. she isn’t seeing where rafael is coming from and she considers him a poor communicator in the midst of everything that they’re talking about right now. she almost doesn’t notice that they’re holding hands but she considers retracting hers away from his just out of frustration. “temporary or long-term, i don’t want it. i don’t do long distance if i’m not already with the person. you can’t have your cake and eat it too. you wanna live in london then live in london but you can’t be with me and live in london. and i have children so you knew that but you led me on anyway. don’t act like i’m shrugging things off just because i’m acknowledging that you’ve hurt me.” 

“obviously we’re not dating venus. i didn’t ask you to be my girlfriend, yet. i don’t need you to keep reminding me of something that’s common knowledge. you say friends as if i told my family we’re together. they know we’re friends. everyone knows that.” although rafael is slightly agitated by having to let venus know he’s never referred to her as someone he was actively dating, he got the impression that she thought that he didn’t think they were anything but friends. in his mind they were friends who occasionally engaged in not-so-platonic activities, until he sorted out his thoughts on moving to la. things are tense because they should’ve had this conversation much sooner. he sighs, trying his best to not get worked up. “the actual harsh reality is that we have feelings for each other and we live in different continents. do you think i planned this out? no. i like being around you and going on dates with you and even if we stayed friends it would’ve been a ruse. friends? after fucking like we did? impossible. that’s bloody delusional.” he lets go of her hand and tries to focus on anything other than her face because he doesn’t want to get emotional in the middle of his family’s restaurant. he’s surprised that he’s still able to get a word out. “fine i can’t be with you while i’m here… i wouldn’t ask that of you now, anyway. you already said to choose my family over you when i’ve said me moving is an option. i wouldn’t ask you to make arrangements to make us work as a couple.”

[b-tchymoon]

Just Kiss me Already

A/N: So this is my first time actually posting any kind of imagine or one shot. So I apologize if it's trash. If you have any suggestions, let me know❤️

word count: 2k

cw: angst to fluff, enemies to lovers, cussing, minor details of inappropriate touching, Eddie being a dick at first, fem reader, Andy being a perv, y/n used

Edward Munson,

The biggest pain in your ass since you could remember. It never failed no matter what you did, he’d always have a shitty ass remark to make to it. If you said the sky was blue he’d tell you you're wrong and say it's pink just in spite.

You want to say it started in 8th grade when the talent show happened. Your band was also competing against everyone after Eddie bragged his band was the only band performing. To put the icing on the cake, your band at the time won 2nd place while his was in 4th. 

You would think that after almost 4 ½ years he would’ve gotten over it or grown up at all, WRONG. He has constantly sent glares yor way. You know because you were always glancing his way.

You couldn't help it, Eddie Munson was your personal eye candy. After all these years he still caught your eye. Did you still have a crush on him? Kind of. His shitty attitude normally left a bad taste in your mouth when you talked to him. Does that change the fact that his smile and the way he scrunched his nose when he was angry made you turn into a puddle? Absolutely not.

“The tension between you two could be cut with a spoon, Y/N.” Robin said as she stole another grape off my tray. “I don’t know why he hates me, Rob, I’ve literally done nothing to him.”

“Does it surprise you, he hates everyone besides his groupies.” You rolled your eyes at the remark. “Those groupies happen to include my brother, Mike and Lucas.” It was her turn to roll her eyes at you. “How are you even comfortable with Dustin hanging around him if he hates you? Isn’t that a little weird? I know that they’ve played DND at your house before because Steve has complained that Dustin is devoting all of his attention to Eddie most days.” 

“It’s not Dustin’s fault that he has more in common with Eddie, and Dustin doesn’t normally get involved in mine and Eddies drama. He minds his business.” You give Robin the rest of your grapes and let her know that you have to go to the library before your next period. “Don’t forget you told Steve you’d come see him today at the shop.” She called out as you were walking away.

You go to dump your tray and you are stopped by Jason Carver and his side-kick Andy. “Hey Y/N, you’re looking as beautiful as always.” You scrunch up your nose at Andy. “I have places to be boys, if you could move.” You attempt to move past them and Jason stopped you.

“Henderson, he’s just wanting to have a friendly conversation.” You glare at Jason. “I have places to be. Sorry not sorry.” You attempt to move past one more time. “C’mon Henderson, he just wants to invite you to the party Patrick is hosting tonight.” 

“As much as I would love to show up and still ignore your existence there Andy, I have to take my brother to his DND club tonight.” Andy’s face turns red at me declining his offer. “Of course, the satanic cult he’s in. I’d be careful if I were you Y/N, there are rumors that Eddie brainwashes people. Your brother, Dustin, seems to already follow him around like a lost puppy. Wouldn’t want you being his first sacrifice.” You take a step forward and get in Andy’s face. “Let me make a couple things clear to you, first off,  Dungeons and Dragons is a fucking game. Secondly, you better leave Dustin and the rest of Hellfire alone. If I so much as hear you breathe wrong around them, I will knock your teeth down your fucking throat. Am I clear?” You say glaring at him. All he does in return is smirk and say crystal. 

You push past the two boys and make your way over to the Hellfire table. “Dustin, do you need a ride home from school, or just from Hellfire?” Before Dustin could even get his answer out Eddie decides to cut in. “No bitches at our lunch table Henderson.” You cut your eyes at Eddie for a split second before snapping back. “Give me two seconds and I’ll move away from your sorry excuse of a table Edward.” 

Dustin jumped up and dragged you out of the lunchroom into the hallway. “Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N, are you trying to piss him off even more today.” You glare at Dustin. “I was just asking you a question. Do you need a ride home afterschool? I can give you one if you need.” He sighed and rubbed his face. “I’m staying at Lucas’ house tonight. Can you atleast try to get along with Eddie.  He is a great guy once you get to know him.” Dustin pats your shoulder and walks back into the lunchroom.

Later that day, you did as promised and met Steve at Family Video after school. “Y/N are you going to the party tonight?” You look at Steve like he grew 3 heads. “How the fuck do you know about a highschool party?” “Robin.” You roll your eyes and tell him no. 

“Why not? You love parties, Y/N.” You continue to flip through the horror movies at the counter. “I would rather not go to a party that Andy and Jason Carver invited me to. No thank you.” He scoffed and snatched the stack of movies away from you. “C’mon I get off at 7:00, I’ll go home, change and pick you up at 8. Please?” You scrunch your nose in disdain but reluctantly sigh. “Fine, since you’re practically begging me. I’ll go to this stupid party, but I swear Steve if I get uncomfortable-” “Then either I’ll take you home, or I will find someone who we both trust to take you home. Go home and get ready, and I’ll see you at 8ish” You roll your eyes and flip him off as you walk out the door.

As the time went by while getting ready, you managed to shower, blowdry your hair, and do your makeup. You decided on wearing your high waisted black bell bottom jeans, and a loose dark green crop, and your black booties. You were lacing up your booties when the doorbell rang and you heard Steve’s voice come from the living room. “I’m here Y/N, hurry up.” You grab your house keys and met him in the living room, he was wearing a matching dark green sweater and black jeans. “Damn great minds think alike huh Stevie?” He playfully shoves you out the front door and goes to his car as you lock the door.

We end up pulling up at his house and you look at him confused. “Why are we here and not the party?” He tells you that the party is a block away and we would be walking there. You get to Patricks house and knock and he opens the door greeting us. “Y/N, Steve, it’s good to see you guys! Come on in and make yourselves comfortable.” He leads us to the kitchen where he has about 15 different kinds of liquor. “The punch is spiked as well. If you guys don’t want alcohol there's water and sodas in the fridge.” He left us after that and went to do his own thing. 

“So Y/N, shots?” Steve asked, smirking at you. You agreed and you both picked your favorite liquor and took about 5 shots before he left you to go to the bathroom. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N it’s great to see your sexy ass here.” You turn to see Andy leaning up against the counter as you are pouring yourself a cup of punch. “Ah Andy, what can I do for you?” You ask before downing the cup and refilling it. “Oh nothing, just admiring you.” You make a disgusted face at him and tell him to quit being weird.

You walk past him and head outside to get some fresh air. All of the alcohol had finally started hitting you and you were tipsy. “It’s rude to walk away in the middle of a conversation.” You roll your eyes at him. “Andy, what do you want? Can’t you see that I’m not interested.” He glares and pushes you up against the wall. “I’m tired of you playing hard to get Henderson, you know you want me. Stop denying it.” He grabs your ass and attempts to kiss you. “Andy, stop.” He knocks your cup out of your hand and is about to pin your hand above your head when he is ripped off of you, and is shoved up against the wall beside you.

“She said no. Can you not fucking comprehend english?” The person who had him shoved up against the wall was Eddie fucking Munson. “She asked for it dude, chill the fuck out freak.” Eddie shoved him against the wall harder. “I heard her say stop. If you ever fucking touch her again I will fucking kill you. Now get lost.” He lets go of Andy and Andy runs back inside. “Did he hurt you?” You finally look away from the doorway Andy just ran in to see Eddie in front of you. “I’m okay Eddie-” “I asked did he hurt you.” You shook your head and started to tear up. 

“C’mon, Steve saw me come in and he asked me if I could give you a ride home. He left with some blonde chick.” You grab Eddies hand and let him lead you to his van. He opened the door and helped you in. “Thank you, my stupid knight in leather.” He smiled and shook his head. “How much have you drunk Henderson?” You tell him enough and he closes the door and gets in the driver's seat.

“Why are you helping me, Eds?” You asked him finally coming down from the adrenaline rush from earlier. “You could’ve gotten hurt Y/N, now buckle your seatbelt.” You do as he tells you to, but glare at him in the process. “Why the fuck do you care Eddie? All you have ever done is been a dick head to me. I’ve literally have done nothing wrong to you, and you fucking hate me.” 

“Oh yes, Y/N Henderson, little miss perfect ball of sunshine. Who thinks she can do no wrong and everyone loves her. Grow the fuck up.” You look at him shocked. “You know what fuck you Munson, I’ve always fucking defended you. I’ve tried being nice, but nothing ever fucking helps. You’re just a cunt, and to think I fucking liked you.” You scooted down in your seat and stared out the window as he continued to drive you home silently.

As he pulled up in your driveway and put his van in park, he turned to you. “You like me?” He muttered loud enough for you to hear. “Liked, well I don’t really know anymore. All you ever do is treat me like shit Eddie.” He sighed and rubbed his face. “Probably because you’re always glaring at me or staring at me like I am a disease.” You laugh at that. “Eddie, I only ever glare at you when I catch you glaring first, and the whole disease part, I never did that. I was just staring at you, to be honest” “Well you were judging me.” He said accusingly. “Eddie, I've never judged you.”

“So all of this time, you were just staring at me because?” He asked hesitantly. “Because I thought you were funny, attractive, sometimes loud, and really fucking hot.” He became flustered and played with his rings. “Tell me it's a joke.” You look at him confused. “Eddie, why would I joke about this?” He shrugged and made eye contact with me again. “I’ve always been afraid you’d hate me. That’s kind of why I acted the way I did.” You frown at that statement and grab his hand. “Eds, I could never hate you.” 

“You know Henderson, if you weren’t drunk, I’d fucking kiss you right now.” You smirk at him and tell him you’re not drunk. “So is that a yes, because as we’ve found out I can’t read-” You cut him off by grabbing his face and pulling his towards you.

“Just kiss me already Munson.”