#do NOT recommend watching this show. to say it’s middling would be a compliment
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dandelionjack · 11 days ago
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been skim-watching a really cringy netflix original norwegian teen drama for just one character, ah the things we do… initially it makes the typical brother mistake but then it sort of backtracks, it’s confusing? idk man, i don’t care about the protagonist at all, he’s po-faced and serious and i’m not impressed by the modern interpretation of the god he’s supposed to be, but better than the shit mcu version. this kid though — well they’re perfect. smartass inscrutable sardonic goth with theatrical flair, trapped in a story that doesn’t belong to them, painfully aware of the fact, playing both sides in a game they can never win
show’s crap though. bad plotting, bad acting mostly, cliched romantic drama, heavy-handed political virtue signaling. oh and the only lesbian in town got killed off in ep1 to motivate magne, talk about burying your gays… some may say that leaving the only other living mainstay queer character in the show to be a double-crossing morally ambiguous tricksy bastard is poor representation, but i don’t care about positive rep i care about interesting characters and he’s the only one around here. i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t biased
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how could one of the best modern lokis have found their way into this magnus-chase-from-wish laziest adaptation of norse mythology i’ve seen in a long time? it’s a damn mystery is what it is
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gothic-thoughts · 2 months ago
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Pinky Promise
Ghostface x Black Fem Reader Drabble
Bimbo!Reader
CW: peeps named Emma caught a crazy stray im sorry 😭
TW: murder mention
Word Count: 952 (give or take)
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After waking up at 2 am, you drag your groggy body out of bed, wrap a little blanket around yourself, and slip on your slippers, preparing for the cold air in the hallway. As soon as you open your room door, your phone rings, the sound of your favorite song muffled by the blankets. Confused, you walk back to the bed and rummage through your comforter until your phone falls onto your mattress with a soft thud. The screen was lit up, showing ‘Unknown Caller’ on the screen to which you tilt your empty head and pick it up.
“Uh, hello?”
“Well hello there, pretty girl~”
You chuckle, immediately flattered by the man’s tone and compliment: “Um, hi...? Who is this?”
“You have such a pretty voice over the phone, (Y/n). Sounds sexier than I expected.”
You pause, freezing your steps in the hallway, “Wha- I... wait, how’d you know my name?”
“Oh, I know a lot of things, baby.”
“Really?”
“You may not see me but I see everything.”
“Oh, like a god?”
The man chuckled, mocking your stupidity, “In a way, yes. And you know what, gorgeous?”
“What?”
“Since you asked me how I knew your name, that means you’re not as dumb a bitch as Emma said you were.”
You gasp softly, “She said that?”
“That and more. Your girl Emma gave me an earful; going on and on about how ‘all you do is be pretty’ and that ‘you've got nothing going on’.”
“She... wouldn’t say that—”
“You were nothing but a stupid bimbo to her. She may be right, but the least she could do was say it to your face, don'tcha think?”
“Well, I mean...”
“Emma isn't a very nice person, is she?”
“No, I mean, yes! She’s my best friend!”
He chuckled into the phone, loving how much he was frazzling your singular brain cell with rapid-fire information as you made your way into your kitchen, giving him a better view of you.
“Is she now? I think she was pretty fucking messy, in more ways than one.”
Your grip on the blanket around you tightens, “What do you mean?”
“Well I’m only calling you as per her recommendation, sweet cheeks. She thought she could trade her life for yours, but I quickly informed her that’s not how I roll. And believe me, she had a lot more to say before I split her open tits to thighs.”
You freeze in the middle of the kitchen, jaw-dropping as you lose your breath, your eyes stinging with tears. He chuckles at your faltering breaths while you rack your small brain for why else he could be calling. Your hand trembles against the phone as you frantically look around your kitchen, hoping to find an obvious camera before deciding to close the kitchen curtains.
“Mm, so there are neurons firing in that skull.” He laughs, watching you panic on his monitors, “Do you know why I’m calling?”
“To.... to kill me too...?” The words leaving your mouth make a tear roll down your cheek.
“Now why would I do that, pretty girl?”
“I don't know!” The stress and confusion make you burst into tears. “I swear I don’t know, just please don't hurt me.”
“Aw, there's no need to cry, beautiful, I just want to ask you something.”
“What, that’s all?”
“Mhm; I just want you to tell me what your favorite scary movie is.”
“What? I-I-I—”
The man sighs. “Come on, you don’t need brains for this, baby, this is easy. What’s your favorite scary movie?”
“Um, Halloween... t-the Rob Zombie one.”
“That's a remake, you know.”
“Y-yeah, I rewatch it all the time.”
“Interesting. What do you like about it?”
“Um, Michael's backstory makes you feel bad for him and then I like his long hair when he's older.”
The man chuckles in your ear, “So you like big guys with long hair huh? You like masks too?”
“I guess, maybe, I don’t know...”
“So, let's say a handsome guy with long hair walks into your room wearing a mask: what would you think?”
“How would I know he's handsome if he's wearing a mask?”
“You'd ask him to remove it?”
“I guess I'd want to know what he looks like.”
“Mm, so you don’t like masks, that’s a shame."
"N-no, please, I do! I do, I do!"
"Save it. So if it was me, in your house, looking for you, all big and tall like Michael: how would you feel about that?”
You whimper, thinking he meant he was already in your home, lurking. “I'd be scared.”
He smirked. “Why’s that, sweetheart? I thought that was your type; I've been a nice enough guy, haven’t I?”
“But you... You killed my friend...”
“She who didn't like you, and since she got what was coming to her, why are you scared?"
“I-I don't know. Uh w-why else would you be calling me if you weren't gonna... gonna—”
“What you're feeling right now is nothing compared to what I do to people I hate."
"Y-you... You mean--"
"You're safe with me, baby. All you gotta do is not call the cops.”
You wipe your cheeks with the back of your hand, choking up sobs. “You promise?”
“I promise, you wanna know why?”
You take a deep, shaky breath to try and compose yourself, “Why?”
“I like you, (Y/n). I love how fucking clueless you are— so interesting for someone without a single thought in their head. I never know what you're gonna say next. You keep me engaged— entertained: I like that.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh. And that voice? That body? Ugh, you have no idea the things I'd do for you. You're helpless, and you're mine now. I’m gonna call you every night just to hear you speak, ya hear me?”
“Okay... Okay, if it means you won’t hurt me, I guess...”
“I already promised, didn’t I? You don’t have to worry that pretty little head about that. All you gotta do is keep me on the line.”
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(a/n): wrote abt ghostface, still managed to make it abt Michael 😩😩 how I even 😭
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abilouwrites · 6 months ago
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I BET ON LOSING DOGS
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I KNOW THEY’RE LOSING AND I PAY FOR MY PLACE
Sometimes I wonder if my marriage is worth it, the late nights checking my phone for a text from Ayana telling me that he’s dead. Maybe that would relive me, free me from this marriage I’m clinging too. I know she’d call, but at night I still anxiously await the ring.
I fight for my place beside him at every gala; try to understand what he means but he’ll never try to understand me. I wonder if he knows what I do for work. If he knows how old our daughter is, how she sleeps in my bed the nights he’s away. How Momo sat with me and held my hand at every doctors appointment. I wonder if it would be easier to leave; to walk out the door with no note; no call. Pack my things one day and leave. But it’s easier to stay; stay with those rushed apologies, silent whisper fights in the dead of night. Easier to put my earrings and jewelry on and slip into a dress a size to small and walk next to him like the dream couple we should be.
He’s changed, from the boy I fell in love with. The boy who pushed me to do what I wanted to do, now.. now I don’t know anymore, “you look good” he says gruffly. Fixing the cuffs on his soft orange suit. Complimenting the similar shade I wear. It billows at the waist, and overall looks very flattering on me. Accented by a tin necklace and diamond earrings.
“Thank you” I murmur, pulling my hair out of the straps of the neckline, “are you drinking tonight?” I ask, as he steps closer to me; planting a soft kiss against my cheek. The rarest show of affection, it makes me wish he could be like this all the time. Instead of him waking up in the middle of the night thrashing around. Shaken by nightmares of horrors he’s witnessed.
“No, I’m driving” He says, holding my hand as I slip into my heels, “good to go?”
“Yea, I need to say goodbye to Suki” I tell him, dropping his hand and picking up my daughter from the floor, “I’ll be home late tonight, Ame is watching you tonight” I say, kissing her cheek softly as I set her down again. Thanking Mina’s son again for watching Suki, “there’s money on the counter for pizza and there’s food in the fridge if you’d rather cook; thank you”
“No problem Mrs. Bakugo” My smile falters and I scramble to pick it back up, wishing him a goodbye as I close the door.
I miss my maiden name, I miss myself, the me who dreamed to be a surgeon, now sliced into an ER nurse. I miss who I was before him. Before I met him and was stuck in this relationship.
I love hero galas, I love the people and the networking, sitting next to Momo and drinking our champagne as we smile and talk about our children. Katsuki and I know how to PR, his hand on my waist. Slowly sliding until it reaches the curve of my ass; corrects himself and places it back where it’s supposed to be. The whispers in my ear reminding me what his publicist wants tonight. A soft kiss against my cheek, maybe my lips. A feigned sight of intimacy that I haven’t truly felt in years.
We walk the carpet, and sit. My leg crosses over the other and I lean in to Momo, throughly engaged in our conversation before I admit to her, “I want to leave him” I confide; scooting my chair to her as Katsuki walks onto the stage, “I love him but it’s so draining to love him” I confess.
“The ptsd has been hard, but maybe if you talked to him?” She recommends, “that typically works”
I shake my head, “no. He just apologizes and it doesn’t change” our conversation is halted as the microphone taps silencing the room and bringing attention to the most voted hero.
A moving PR driven speech, I fake a fear and when the cameras are off me I pour another glass of champagne. It annoys me, bores me, I’ve grown resentful. Hateful and angry at him. Leaving me pregnant at eighteen, and now at twenty three I’m trapped with a five year old who hates when her daddy leaves. Asks if he’s dead each night he doesn’t return at the time he promises.
Divorce feels sweet, a comforting day-dream as he prepares his speech. How he ‘couldn’t have done it without my support’ ‘wouldn’t be here with out the girl he met seven years ago’ it becomes all to claustrophobic as the years pass and no change is made. Divorce leaves me with nothing. Trapped by my inability to work full hours.
It leaves me frustrated as I toss and turn, we sleep in separate rooms and I still find myself walking to his room as he’s awoken by another nightmare. Afraid to speak too loud, to cause a racket of pots and pans. I await anxiously for an outburst- a cry of pain, a sob of messy tears and Suki standing in the hall. Her big eyes scared of her father, waiting. And watching.
I sit, dull and empty in my big house. The lights off, Suki asleep. Katsuki preparing for tomorrow, “what’s wrong with you?” He finally asks, he finally speaks to me. Talks to me, it makes me desperate for another word- another grasp to him.
“Nothings wrong with me” I respond, pouring coffee beans into the coffee machine, “I just had too much to drink”
“That’s fucking saying something. Yeah down a whole bottle between you and Yaomomo. You got a problem or somethin?” He pushes, staring at me. His jacket on the couch, tie undone and I see the faint scar peeking from his jaw down to his stomach. I know him too well.
“It’s not your place to be worried about me” I remind him, setting my heels by the door. The sweet relief of flat feet washes the angst Katsuki feels away from me.
“Yeah it is. Im your husband” he asserts, standing cockeyed at the hall. Our voices hushed
“You can be my husband when you act like it, when you be a father to Suki. Y’know she’s terrified of you. She loves her daddy but watching him scream and cry every night scares her. Watching him refuse to get help? That scares me. Katsuki you can’t keep doing this” I tell him, he reaches for my wrist, and I flick away from him, “we haven’t slept in the same bed since the accident. I’m so exhausted from being a single mother but somehow- I’m still married to you”
“Then get a divorce. File for it y/n”
It dawns on me, he doesn’t care if I’m here or not. He doesn’t care he’s married to me. To him. I’m a PR profitable. And I can’t find it in myself to tell him how he’s cut my wings. I don’t have money for lawyers, custody battles let alone a house. I’m truly trapped.
I slink into my room, closing the door and sleep. And when I hear him screaming in the night, I stay there. Glued to my bed. Stuck in place.
(Idk how to end this one)
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heartfullofleeches · 1 year ago
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Tsun Yan Camboy + G.N Loser Reader- [mdni]
A chronically online shut in and the roommate blessed misfortunate enough to bunk with them.
God - he can't stand you. How can you even consider yourself his roommate? All you ever do all day is hole yourself up in your room wasting the day away watching your favorite streamers and actors - and when you do leave, all you ever talk about is them. It's disgusting - you're disgusting. He should find another roommate and be done with you. There you go again babbling on about your fav streamer reading your message today .....why don't your eyes ever light up like that when he's talking to you?...
Your roommate eventually gets fed up and steals your phone while you're sleeping. What do they have that he doesn't? Granted, you had made a move on him when he first moved which he quickly shot down. Undressing him with your eyes, hurling disgusting flirts and taking any chance to grope at him in close counters. His heart leapt straight into his pants remembering the last time he accidentally left the door open a crack and caught you staring like a predator to prey - belittling him more to just a slab of meat. It made him sick... it made him feel desired.
All these creators on your feed. Your messages are nothing short of repulsive too. A little bit of skin exposed and you just couldn't help yourself. He could do it too. Better than all the little tramps that caught your eye. It would be easy too. Everyone always complimented him on his physical appearance anyways - always trying to offer him their couch while things with you were getting figured out when the only place he wanted to be was your bed.
He got to work as soon as he returned your phone - creating various accounts on sites you frequented and buying everything he needed to get started. He even obtained a gym membership to work on his flexibility and thighs which he later switched to home training as his popularity grew; giving you the middle finger whenever you inquired where he was going and made the indepth observation his ass had gotten bigger than you remembered this past few weeks.
It didn't take long for him to gain traction.
A lot of the things you enjoyed could apply to the masses and he put more effort into his research than anything he had prior - even just confessing his love. He wore the outfits you loved, spoke in the breathy tones you liked, and on those specially lonely nights - he spanned your messages with invites for his pages so frequently you probably wouldn't checked him out sooner if you hadn't thought they were bots. None of the fame, fans or money really mattered - until he saw that familiar name in his inbox.
"Hey gorgeous, loved your vids~ hope you would do me the pleasure of texting me back sometime."
And he did - everyday. You're such an utter mess when it comes to acting like a functional being it's no wonder you were blocked by a few streamers before he thinned the list out - but it was the cutest thing. He was jealous of his own self now for having your full attention, but the anonymity allowed him to do things for he normally wouldn't in a million years- like spreading his legs open on his desk and showing you what exactly your sweet, fucked up words do to him.
To combat the threat of you finding his identity he wears cute masks and wigs - eventually earning enough to rent a small apartment to keep you fully in the dark. You might point out a mole on his backside in the same place as your new favorite streamer, but a quick dick pic from said individual draws whatever conversation you started to a close. Always searches for your recommendations out of thousands when asking for input on his next fit/scene and calls all of his followers his subjects - while wearing a choker that says master on it. It's still a little irritating to hear you ramble about some bitch you found online - but being that bitch makes it all worth it.
"You should see dude's hips... I mean - the handles on this guy.... don't even get me started on the things he does with his tongue.
Your roommate scoffs and rolls his eyes - nursing a sucker between his lips as he hits order on the swim suit you suggested to him and sends you the confirmation email along with a good morning
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alwaysaslutforfic · 2 years ago
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Tsukki Headcanons ❤️ - NSFW
Just some musings on my favourite Sendai Frogs middle blocker ☺️
Warnings: nothing super explicit. Mentions of sending nudes, hair pulling, and oral sex
Minors keep away from the cut and DNI!
Beta readers? Pft
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Listens to any and everything but with a purpose 👌🏾. Ask him for a recommendation in any genre and he’ll give you a top 5 tier list. Has playlists arranged by mood, genre, vibe and occasion (he even has one for you that he will literally never tell you about but plays often. He just tells you it’s his favourite mix). Dude is highkey a music snob. Like he’ll listen to a song in any genre but it better be a fucking ✨S tier song✨ or he will Judge. Will never concede the aux cord.
Meanest tutor ever. Will have you crying at the kitchen table asking the same question till you get it right. “If Johnny has 5 apples! 😤” typa tutor. But his notes are amazing and he’ll always lend them without question.
We already know how I feel about clingy Tsukki. But let me reiterate: this man is obsessed with being in your personal space. Like ”I’m gonna go take a shower.” ”….. without me? 😒”
But he also respects your space when you need it. Just don’t be gone too long or he’ll get lonely. He’s highkey touch starved.
An impeccable driver. And unreasonably hot while doing it. I’m talking hand on thigh, arm on headrest when reversing, will do your seatbelt HOT. And you’re his favourite passenger princess. Tsukki refuses to let anyone adjust your seat. If they’re feeling cramped they’re more than welcome to sit in the back, or even better, walk.
A great cook. He lets you be the taste tester when you cook together. If you can’t cook this is the one time he has an amount of patience teaching you. He is, however, a horrendous baker. Tried to make you valentines day chocolates and you had to throw out the tea towels cos they somehow ended up singed. You laughed till you cried he’d have been hurt about it if you weren’t so beautiful
Likewise, his actions speak louder than his words when it comes to affection. Obviously he compliments you and tells you he loves you, but only on special occasions like birthdays, christmases and blowing your back out ten ways till sunday. But mostly he’ll show you how much he cares by treating you like royalty. Carries your bags while calling you weak, says ‘no’ every single time you ask for a favour but does it anyways, takes you for walks to your favourite ice cream shop and pays for both of you while you bitch about a character in your dumb show that he hates (read: binges with you and gets invested in)
A slip it in while you watch a movie kinda dude. At this point the Netflix subscription is for show. There is literally no point in trying to watch something with him because your legs will be over his shoulders way before the halfway mark.
Much like his actions speaking louder than words, he’s willing to try anything once if you suggest it. This has led to a very interesting bedroom life. There were obviously things that you both decided weren’t for you, but Tsukki would do anything to please you even if he’d never confess it. Once you asked for a personalised dildo so you could have his dick whenever you wanted as a joke. It was there by next week.
Loves fucking you in public. You guys are banned from THREE different lingerie stores. You’re 65% sure he only takes you out so much so he can find somewhere to fuck you, since it’s how most of your dates end. The Karasuno gang clocked you two on a club night when Noya and Tanaka took a badly timed trip to the bathroom. They are constantly embarrassed when you two go missing for half an hour and return dishevelled.
Send. Him. Nudes 😩 Especially when he’s busy. He sends them back and holy shit are they art personified. He heard “don’t send dick pics, send cumshot vids with the sound on” and boy did he run with it in the best of ways. Has a password protected folder for all the filth you send each other.
Speaking of nudes, his dick is so pretty. He doesn’t even manscape. It’s just long and slightly curved with just the right amount of hair. Also so much pre-cum. He was actually a little embarassed by it until he saw how much you loved licking him clean.
Pull his hair and listen to him moan. If you pull it hard enough when he’s close he will just cum. He definitely wasn’t embarrassed the first time it happened. Now it’s sort of a game to see if you can use it to get him off when he’s going down on you.
He’s reconciled with the fact that he has a volleyball brain. Seeing you at his games, and feeling your eyes on him as he jumps blocks is like foreplay to him. It’s always a race to see how quickly he can get you naked and under him after a match.
I will undoubtly have more thoughts on this, because I spend an unreasonable amount of time thinking about Tsukishima Kei
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suitepea · 11 months ago
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Kinda long, sorry. But I love knowing things like these.
10 11 14 18 21 28 30 34 38 51 62 72 73 75 81 82 84 89 91
Omg that’s so many 😂 this was a fun afternoon activity. Thank you
10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?
Uuuh yeah. Just once. When I was 18 but still living at my mom’s house, I was on a video call with this super sexy fat guy and we were masturbating together. My mom busts into my room to ask me a question and I just JUMPED out of bed completely naked and shut my computer lol. I think she was kind of embarrassed so she left quickly and didn’t see what exactly I was doing, which I am forever grateful for 😅
11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?
Fun fact about me: I own, like, 30 pairs of the same cotton granny panties and that is 99% of what I wear. I have like 5 pairs of Super Special Sexy Panties that I only wear on special occasions, so I don’t have a ton of options. That being said, it’s probably the lacy black thong that goes with my favorite lingerie set.
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This isn’t the best picture to show off the panties. I’ll have to take another one sometime for you
14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?
Honestly, giving. My clit is super sensitive and I often find cunnilingus is too intense for me. It’s hard to get that balance of gentle and satisfying. I’m kind of a submissive person anyways, so it works. Plus, giving head puts my face closer to belly (and therefore closer to god).
18: Are you into dressing up for sex?
Not opposed, but I’ve never done it (unless lingerie counts). Depends on what we’re dressing up as too. I think I would look pretty good with a pig snout and ears 🐽
21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?
Short answer, yes. I have had many threesomes, and a handful of foursomes too. They’re lots of fun. The more the merrier :)
28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex?
Belly 🤤 isn’t it obvious?
There’s so much to love about men’s bodies though. I would struggle to name a second favorite.
30: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find
This is a difficult one because I don’t really have a lot of “secret” objects. Like if my grandma found my vibrator or something I wouldn’t care. I would probably have to say my diary from when I was in middle school where I used to write about the anime characters I was dating. That would be kind of painful to know someone read it lol
34: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience
Honestly fucking anything delicious! I feel like sweets are inherently sexual, so maybe those. At the same time I would be so turned on watching my partner crush a couple burgers. All of it please!
38: Best sexual complement you ever got
Hmmm this is a hard one. There’s no one compliment that really stands out in my mind. I’ve been told I give great head. I’ve been told I have a nice ass. Among other things.
51: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter?
Peas, but only because I hate them lol.
Other than that I’m not sure. There are probably lots of things I’m not thinking of.
62: has anyone ever watched you masturbate?
Hahaha see first question. Yes, I have been known to masturbate for people I really like. It’s a form of intimacy I really enjoy
72. Which not-genital part of your body do you like being touched?
Yo honestly my back and neck are extremely sensitive. My back more so than the average person I think. Back rubs alone are like a near-orgasmic experience for me. They feel so insanely good. Please rub my back.
And belly, of course 😁 The answer is always belly.
73. Which genital part of your body do you like being touched?
Can I say belly again? Lol
I guess pussy is the only real answer here? More specifically I like being fingered. If you can find the g-spot then we will get along super well lol.
75. Have you anonymously sent a sexual ask to someone on tumblr?
Yes of course :> I love to flirt
81. Do you like being called a slut or whore in bed?
Yes, I love degradation. But if you want bonus points, make it fat-shamey. Being called a “slut” is fun. Being called a “pig slut” is perfection 👌🏻
82. Are you into any BDSM?
Yes :) My fiancé and I have a big bag of fun toys. If you ask nicely, I’ll show you some pictures of me in bondage. I haven’t posted them because they’re a little raunchy and I’m not trying to lose my blog lol.
84. Do you like dirty talk?
So much. It’s one of my favorite things. I love a partner who’s good with words. It’s a super valuable skill to me that I often struggle with myself
89. Have you ever masturbated because your sexual partner wasn’t there when you needed them?
I guess so? Haven’t we all? Sometimes one of us is tired or not in the mood so the other has to fend for themselves. Sometimes we’re both horny but too tired to fuck, so we masturbate beside each other lol. It’s not really something I fret about. I see it as a normal part of a relationship.
91. Have you ever had a friends with benefits? Are they still beneficial?
I have. My best friend and I have actually hooked up and had threesomes quite a few times in the past. She’s in a monogamous relationship so we’re just regular friends right now
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quintinh43 · 8 months ago
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Hi love! So I have a question… what helps you and writing your fics. I’ve been wanting to post something’s I’ve wrote, but to me they aren’t really that good, so I’m just wondering what are like your inspirations when writing because yours is so so beautiful
Hi loveee, thank you for the compliment it really warms my heart 🫶🏼🫶🏼
Ok, so the first thing I have to say is, honestly, I write for myself most of the time! For me, writing is stress relief cause I get to escape into my own little world of my creation.
That being said, I started sharing my writing because I felt it would help me improve. I can't even tell you how stressed/embarrassed I was with the first Quinn fic I posted on tumblr, even though I have been writing and posting fan fiction for yearsssss. It's pretty daunting to try something new and sometimes you just gotta close your eyes and jump.
My main thing was, it's ok if I think it's bad, I know I'll get more comfortable eventually.
With all of that in mind, here are some things I do to help me get into the flow of writing or help when I'm stuck on a scene etc. And just help me in general!
1. I need background noise!! This is different for everyone, but for me, I like background noise. If you haven't tried it, I would definitely recommend trying it, again it is different for everyone. I usually listen to instrumentals, or I'm watching Brooklyn 99 in the background. Idk why, but for some reason, Brooklyn 99 really turns my writing brain on! Maybe try a show/movie that is familiar to you!
2. I write on my phone! Everything gets written in my notes app, and when I'm done or close to done, I will copy past everything into an actual doc and then edit it on my laptop. I find that writing on my phone is less stressful. Maybe I'm traumatized from uni, but writing on my laptop just feels like a chore. Plus, if you write on your phone as soon as inspiration hits, you can write! You don't have to wait for an opportunity to get out your laptop and yadda yadda.
3. When I'm frustrated with my writing, I leave it for a little while and then come back later. In between, I'll try to look at writing prompts/scenarios on pinterest/tumblr and just think about how I would write them.
4. Write how you are comfortable! I'm big on metaphors, similes, and like flowery figurative language, so that's usually how I try to write. Another big thing for me is I want to feel when I'm reading, so I try to write in a way that mimics feeling. For example, if you're writing a scene where you wanna portray anxiety I find that in real life. When I'm anxious, my thoughts feel rapid and stunted. So I'll write short, choppy sentences. Or when I'm trying to portray the feeling of love, I'll write longer, softer, sentences, cause to me the feeling of love is something that you want to keep around.
5. Another thing I like to do, is I try not to mention something if it isn't gonna be useful/have a purpose. Don't get me wrong, sometimes I love throwing in those useless spare details cause I think they elevate the story. But when I used to write, I used to be super detailed about everything, and I found that it was a drag to read.
6. I'm not a big planner, I feel like planning limits me. Sometimes, I'll jot down a few bullet points of what I know I want to see, but other than that, I don't really plan. I also don't really write in a liner fashion. Sometimes, I'll start writing in the middle of a scene because that's what I'm most inspired to write, and then I'll go back and connect the beginning and such.
7. Don't delete your writing!! If you've written a scene and you don't like it anymore and think it doesn't fit, or it doesn't flow, font delete it! Copy paste it into an empty note/doc and then you can delete it from your main piece. I find that keeping my "bad writing" helps me grow. Plus sometimes I'll come back and use the scene later, or I'm a different fic! You never know.
8. Don't be afraid to take inspiration from your favorite writers! If you like the way someone writes descriptions, feelings, or something, try to reflect that in your own writing! Doing that really helped me to develop and flourish my own writing style!
All of that said, you know yourself best, and at the end of the day do what works for you. I hope this helped a least a little, and if you ever wanna hop in my messages and talk more I would be so so so honored 🫶🏼
And last but not least, I had to save my best writing tip for the end!
Write on the toilet - idk, but as soon as I'm on the toilet, all the ideas come flooding to my brain, and I literally can't stop writing. Judge me if you will, but hey, it works.
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boxcakeboi · 1 year ago
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Gilded Gluttony: Part 1
Hello Hello! If you’re reading this i hope you enjoy the story, I wanted to say a few things prior to the story, that being this is my first really official post i’ve made on this account, I’ve spectated and admired this community for a few years now, I feel now I would like to contribute a bit to it, I also write stories just in general but most are unfinished since I don’t have a motivator, hopefully posting and maybe people liking it will keep me writing it out till the end! I also imagine this first part might be a bit rocky but i’ll make sure to make other installments smoother! Anyways enough rambling! Hope you enjoy! :)
Synopsis:
It’s hard to claw your way to the top in a big city, grit and hard work alone can’t quite get you there, this is what a young hot shot named Keith learns after being skipped on for a job promotion, defeated he turns to his lazy kickback friend Gage for advice. Keith goes through a journey from fit, young, passionate dynamo, to a bear-like hedonist looking to take as much as he wants and some extra just for the road.
*In a modern office was two friends, One named Keith and the other named Gage, Keith had started at this Office and month ago, it was a super swanky office, most people hardly did any work and mostly leisured in the employee lounge, enjoying the games, tv’s, sleeping pods, snacks and Gages favorite the food court, Keith was at times, self obsessed with his body, constantly trying to perfect it to god level, he kept himself well groomed and was extremely attractive, with caramel brown eyes that pierce into ones soul, Gage was somewhat the opposite, he wasn’t a slob (mostly because he would get fired if he wasn’t presentable) he enjoyed food and didn’t mind overindulging, he was scruffy compared to Keith, he had pale skin compared to Keith and had a chubby build due to his appetite and activity level, his hazle eyes always looked very relaxed and his golden brown hair was lazily middle parted and had hair scuff from infrequent shaves, but he didnt mind all that much, his main focuses in life outside of work is gaming and smoking, he wasn’t a bum by any means, he just liked hedonistic behavior.
This has been the same interaction between the two even since they were friends and high school, though college and during this job, they enjoyed each other a lot and there personalities compliment eachother, Keith helps motivate Gage and Gage helps Keith to mellow out when he’s to high strung.
The two where at the food court talking, It was a big day for Keith he was getting ready for his meeting with his and Gages Department Lead*
Keith: *he gripped his fist* today is day! i’m gonna go in there and show Henry Vanberk what I’m capable of! and then i’ll be so close to getting that promotion today!!
Gage: *he chuckled a bit* quite the manifesto there huh? *he took a bite out if his burger he was eating*
Keith: well yeah! this is huge! and speaking of! my meeting is in ten! i’ll see you in a bit Gage! *he dashed off*
Gage: *he shrugged and kept eating*
*in the Department Lead’s Office, the office was quite open and was modern in design*
Henry: *he sat behind he large desk tapping a pen*
*soon a main entrance to his office opened and popped in his secretary*
Secretary: Mr.Vanberk, Keith Findley is here to see you
Henry: perfect! send him in!
Secretary: certainly…
Henry: Thank you Lana
*she popped out and led in Keith and closed the door*
Keith: Mr.Vanberk, Thank you for taking time to speak with me today
Henry: Of course Keith, my pleasure, I do hope your time here has been treating you well…i’ve been watching you and you’re absolutely on fire!
Keith: *this made him absolutely light up* Thank you Mr.Vanberk
Henry: no thank you Keith! you bring such an energy to the office, I was quite hesitant to hire you considering Gage recommended you, but you have shown such great results, even you have increased Gage’s performance just being here for a month and some change, absolutely impressive!
Keith: I deeply appreciate you are seeing my work sir
Henry: certainly Keith, your young vital spirit is what we need here…of course you also know why called you in here
Keith: yes sir…
Henry: The position you desire, Assistant Lead is an important job and you have that strength and endurance to get that job done…but Keith you’re not quite there yet…
Keith: *he stomach fell, and despair hit him, he was white as a ghost at this point*
Henry: You hit every criteria we are look for except one…your not tenured enough, we want you to grow some more in your position before we move you up
Keith: M-mr.Vanberk i dont mean to come off as questioning your decision, but i’ve consistently been dominating in performance, I crank out the most work, I may be young and new but wouldn’t a position like his help me get that experience??
Henry: *sighs* i understand that but the person we gave the position to is tenured and performs well also, look you have all the material and attributes about you to achieve greatness here, but that only happens in its own time…right Keith?
Keith: Right…
*the two thanked each other and Keith left*
*at Gage’s desk*
Gage: *he was leaning back in his chair watching youtube on his computer, he looked up and saw an absolutely hallow Keith* woah! shit dude are you good?
Keith: *he stood there for a moment, his lips quivering and soon a few tears fell*
Gage: *he sprang up and went to Keith* oh shit dude! come over here!
*Gage took him over to one of the closets in the office*
Gage: are you all good? man whats the matter?
Keith: *holding back tears and covering his face* i didn’t get the job…
Gage: w-what no way?? you more qualified than anyone else here! you where top performing in our team just three weeks in! how could there be someone better?
Keith: Henry told me i’m to new and young…he went with someone more seasoned….i came in here like a fireball breaking performance records and all for this…
Gage:i’m sorry dude…you know what fuck this! lets get out of here!
Keith: I can just quit this job Gage!
Gage: no i dont mean that! we’re off of work in a bit, come over to my place, we will chill dude! i’ll give you some advice and we can bash on old ass Vanberk!
Keith: *he chuckled and sniffled* sounds good dude…
*at Gage’s apartment*
Gage: *sitting in his gaming chair* dude from here on out do as little as possible at work and take as much as possible, everyone fucking does it at work, play games in the lounge for most of your shift, take as much snacks as you want, take longer breaks and lunches, and just get the bare minimum amount of work done, you get paid the same at the end of the day
Keith: *sitting on Gage’s couch* are you sure dude? seems…bad…
Gage: dude everyone does it, Vanberk hardly even knows whats going on half the time, take advantage of your surroundings…
Keith: i dont know dude, it seems greedy…
Gage: trust me dude, you wont regret it
Keith: i guess so man, i am pretty pissed about that get that position!
Gage: yesss, sweet man, you’re gonna love it! hey and you deserve to relax, you should chill and watch a movie with me, i’ll order pizza!
Keith: *he laughed* sounds good dude
*the two where waiting on the couch for the pizza to come, Keith took off his over coat, and Gage went into full comfort mode*
*the door bell rang and Gage popped up and grabbed the pizza*
Keith: *he looked at Gage and was shocked* dude 4 pizzas?
Gage: yeah man! i got all kinds of toppings
*the two ate and started watching the movie*
Keith: *he was gorged on 3 slices and he looked at Gage who had finished a whole pizza and was picking at a second one, Keith then noticed Gage put of some weight since college, being once a thinner guy, but now sported a gut, he was so relaxed and happy with his life, enjoying the things he wants with the money he makes, he doesn’t worry about others opinions or expectations, he lives for himself, in a way Keith desires that*
Gage: *he burped loudly* oops ‘scuse me *he patted his gut*
Keith: hey Gage?
Gage: whats up man?
Keith: how do you like?…um live like this?
Gage: Uh like what?
Keith: Like so….chill
Gage: hmm well i guess it come from a mixture of not giving a fuck and trying to be high when i can be, i wanna live my life for me dude you know?
Keith: god i wish i could do that…
Gage: why not?
Keith: I feel too guilty…
Gage: no need to feel guilt man, this world takes as much as it wants from us all time, why not take back for our selves some time?
Keith: i suppose your right…
Gage: hey come over here more often, you’ll get it…you wont wanna bend over backwards ever again
Keith: I guess it would be worth it to learn how to be a bit more chill…
Gage: hell yeah
*the next day a work*
Gage: Imma teach you how to work a bit more self preserving hehehe
Keith: *he was bit sad about getting rejected for the job and he was rather spacey this morning* ……
Gage: Uh Keith?
Keith: huh? oh! sorry my bad, i was drifting off
Gage: are you thinking about what happened yesterday?
Keith: yeah…sorry…
Gage: No! don’t be, channel those feeling into encouragement to take back whats yours!
Keith: *sighs* feels impossible, it’s eating away at me, if i’m not being the best possible why should i even be around…
Gage: *he took a deep breath in and had serious face* Keith just because you weren’t noticed for your frankly back breaking work doesn’t mean there is an issue with you! its the people who chose not to acknowledge the work problem, you did everything you could, thats what matters, you tried! but now you have choice to continue to sacrifice yourself, or do something for yourself for once!!
Keith: *he thought for a second, tighten his fist* show me how you do this Gage!
Gage: perfect…
end of part 1
Hope you liked it! next parts will get into more hedonism, weight gain, slob, gainer and gay/queer stuff, stay tuned!! :))
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mickmundy · 2 years ago
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PLEASE go on about your bushmed spoovy double date ideas!! (x)
OMFG i wrote one FOREVER AGO (that i literally only just posted on here) that was them watching antique roadshow and making bets about what is real or what isn't etc. i think that's my favorite one to think about. or like an auction show that they place bets based on bid amounts ("IT IS NOT WORTH MORE THAN THREE THOUSAND--!!" etc)... LMAOOO. i think i default to this kind of thing because i think all four of them appreciate art and culture, albeit all have a Vastly different relationship with + understanding of it. which i really like!
if you know me then you know i cannot stand the idea of heavy or sniper being labeled as "Stupid" when i don't think either of them are in any capacity. heavy has a lot more booksmarts given that he has a phd and sniper has a lot of valuable practical knowledge, which i think medic and spy sit Neatly in the middle as having a good balance of both (this isn't to say heavy isn't resourceful. he absolutely is. i just prefer to put Emphasis on his love for Scholarly Subjects given that i think it's something sorely overlooked and is an interesting and fun contrast/compliment to some of his coworkers + spy)! i could make a whole post on this but i digress. let's move on!
i think they have dinner together where two of them cook and two of them brings drinks + desserts. the four of them are big on food (though medic and sniper are far from the "foodies" that heavy and spy are!)! heavy and sniper get along very well (Gentle Giants) and medic and spy like Bantering off of each other (Old Queens With Big Egos) so they click together more naturally than one might think hehe! 
i don't think they'd have "book club meetings" (though i do hc that some of the mercs have those) together because i don't think it would be medic and sniper's jams (even though they both enjoy reading. i just don't think either of them would enjoy 'Social Reading' if you will), but i think sniper would idly ask for a book recommendation from heavy (who would be over the moon at the idea and would take LOTS of time thinking about it. Very Serious Business) and Would read it if heavy picked it out for him since that kind of thing goes a long way with sniper!
spy loves to start shit that riles medic and sniper up. heavy does not. -_- spy is an agent of chaos after all...! and it's not HIS fault medic and sniper just get sooo wound up SO easily! >:) it's like they're BEGGING to be antagonized! *snort* LOL... but spy CAN be persuaded to have some mercy on their friends... heavy gives him A Look (Spy.... No More Causing Trouble.) and spy knows better than to go against the wishes of his beautiful Misha... u3u of course he wasn't causing any trouble! don't be ridiculous! but Yes Misha My Love I Will Cease Immediately At Your Request.. <3
i think sniper and medic are both VERY sore losers/get REALLY into competition when they Get Into It (if that makes sense) and spy doesn't care he just likes riling them up and heavy is competitive but still very lax... KSDFDSF. i think both couples can have nice dinner dates together or chaotic fun! there's lots of variety in all of their personalities, so you can do pretty much anything with them!!
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randomwritingsfortheworld · 2 years ago
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Old Art
When Steve was thawed from the ice and had some time to adjust to working for SHIELD, he spent time looking through the internet, hoping to catch up on current events and major events since he went under. What he wasn’t prepared for was how much of the internet there was. Sam gave him recommendations to look into online but Google was overwhelming in how much info it gave him. The most confusing for him was message forums that he ended up finding during his research because a poster would ask a question that he found interesting. That is how Steve ended up learning that he had no clue what half the internet slang was.
He learned that the meaning and usage of certain slang terms change quickly and frequently. Most people don’t use the term Vine anymore, now it’s Tiktok. Steve did like seeing emojis. They looked funny to him. Urban dictionary was a helpful resource for him but Steve quickly learned that the internet didn’t think that site was useful. Regardless he was glad it helped him figure out the meaning of slang and how to decipher texts that were mostly emojis. 
Steve found Wikipedia the most useful and the most distracting. Many nights he’d look up an article about a major event that Sam told him to look into and a few hours later, he’d be reading about something completely different. He’d end up telling Bucky in the middle of the night about what he found out, even though half the time Bucky wasn’t interested. Bucky had a suspicion Steve did it to help distract him when he woke up from his nightmares, but he wasn't going to burst his best friend's bubble by telling him it doesn't work. 
Once the battle of Thanos was resolved, Steve got back into art. With the help of Nat, Steve made an art page. She had to show him how to scan his work to post it digitally but once he started, the support exploded. Steve was taken aback at how many people looked at his artwork and complimented it. It did give him encouragement to do more. In the span of a few weeks, Steve had posted redraws of his old artwork that he made in the 30’s while attending college. The public ate it up which made Steve a bit proud of himself. 
“I had no idea you drew.” Sam hummed as he watched Steve upload the last piece he could remember drawing before going in the ice.
Steve shrugged. “Never asked.”
“I don’t go up to people and ask if they can draw.”
“You should.”
“It might work for you Captain but not me.” Sam lightly punched his arm as he laughed. “Where did you learn to draw?”
“Auburndale Art School.”
“I have no idea where that is.”
Bucky placed a drink in front of Steve before handing Sam his. “It’s in Brooklyn.”
“Did you go too?” Sam eyed Bucky curiously.
Bucky took a drink of his coffee. “We had the same classes.”
“Do you draw too?”
“I went for the ladies.” Bucky glanced at the computer screen. “Do you think Montgomery still has our projects?”
Steve chuckled. “I think she’s dead by now, Buck.”
“I feel like she’d try to outlive us all out of spite.”
Sam watched the exchange as he took a slow drink. “Was she a bad teacher?”
“She was the worst. Always saying my work was shit.”
“Well you never really tried to actually learn how to draw.”
Bucky gave Steve a glare. “I was a decent artist. It wasn’t perfect like she wanted it to be.” 
“She knew you were there just for the nude models.” 
“I turned in my work.” Bucky grumbled as Steve and Sam laughed.
“Why don’t you share your art?” Sam suggested.
Bucky frowned. “I don’t think any of it exists anymore.”
“You can redraw it like I am.” 
Bucky seemed to think it over. “But who would want to see it?”
"You do realize you have a fan base online right?" Sam took a drink as he gave Bucky a skeptical look.
Bucky studied Sam, not quite believing him. "I do?"
"Chicks like the troubled brooding guy now."
"I don't brood."
Steve and Sam gave him a doubtful look. "You do." Bucky scowled at Sam but before he could argue more, he cut him off. "Just give it a try and see where it goes. It doesn't hurt."
Bucky glanced between the two. "Fine."
A few days later, Bucky shared a random drawing on Steve's page and was bombarded with support. It reignited a spark in Bucky and it didn't take long for the team to find the two drawing together occasionally during downtime between missions.
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Ehem…may i request some content on reader that draws (again) 🥺 kyojuro has really pretty eyes right? And so i wanna know what his response would be if reader mid sketching tells him that, and that they’d like to try and paint his eyes some time soon (as in ask him to be a model) 👀✨how would that conversation go?
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a/n: im finALLY writing again- who knows how long this brain blast will last LOL - E im sorry this took so long!! thanks for being patient with me lol ;n;
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it's become a very common occurrence that kyojuro is present during your downtime- whether than be reading, resting or indulging yourself in your hobbies
your hobby in art still fascinates him and entertains him
he really likes checking on your progress from time to time to see how you start and how you do things to get the end result
he's also verY supportive in your process- even if you say that you hate it even though youre not close to finishing, he makes sure you have enough encouragement to keep going!
kyojuro is 'trust the process personified and put through an amplifier
its in one of your sit-ins that he's reading a book that had been recommended to him through senjuro that you find yourself watching him instead of the other way around
instead of sitting in your art room, you were both sitting out on the engawa enjoying the weather with your sketchbook in your lap
you sketched whatever you saw, a tree, a flower, a patch of grass, a quick sketch of a bird before it flew away
it's getting later in the day and the golden hour is just around the corner of the clock
the golden hour is the best time of day for kyojuro- there was no question about it. it made him seem like a walking candle- burning brightly and lighting up whatever area he wander in
bring warmth with him along with his light
his eyes were the most brilliant of all like the burning wick of a candle that smolders and flickers with embers that fan it's own flames
he looks up from his reading momentarily to check on you beside him, maybe ask if he could see how far you've gotten in your sketching but was shocked to see you already looking at him
it wasn't like you to get distracted in the middle of a piece since you get so absorbed in your work
had something happened while he was distracted perhaps?
"Is something wrong, my dear?"
"you know," you start and his book gently closes, one of his fingers between the pages to keep his place while he offers you his undivided attention
"has anyone told you the sun looks good on you?"
he laughs at your compliment, and you don't even find it in you to be embarrassed because it was so very true
the sun did look good on him
tremendously good
"what brought that on?"
"it's just a fact," you tell him before using the back end of your pencil to move his hair around and open up the side of his face to show off his sideburns
the way your pencil cast a shadow over one of his eyes and left the other to glow in the early evening sunlight made you realize something
"i'd really love to paint your eyes kyojuro"
he says nothing as you start murmuring to yourself
"the way they still seem to glow even under a shadow, and this time of day is the perfect time for them to shine. they're such a pretty color too"
"you think my eyes are pretty?" he asks and of course, your flabbergasted that he could even think you didn't think that!
"obviously! not only are they pretty, they're emotional eyes. you can convery so many feelings through them without even speaking."
"i've never been told that before," he told you clearing his throat. "I must say, i am rather embarassed to hear you say so."
you laughed at him, leaning into his sholder as he ruffled at the hair you had previously been holding away from his face with your pencil
"thank you for saying so, my dear"
"i'm always willing to state the obvious- just for you though"
later on when it's far too dark to read or sketch anymore, you both head back inside and he stops you as you put away your sketchbook and pencil
the flickering candles and dim lighting of the indoors suits his eyes well too you can't help but notice
"do you really want to paint me- my eyes?"
"are you offering?" the way you said it with so much hope and excitement made him feel bashful in a new way he hadn't felt with anyone else
how could he ever turn you down when you seem so excited?
short answer: he couldn't
even shorter answer: why would he?
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a/n pt.2 : i'm out of practice okAY
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fairytheo · 4 years ago
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enhypen as your boyfriend.
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boyfriend!enhypen x gen!reader. fluff. 1.9k. curse words. mention of bugs, food. not requested.
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🐈 ⸝⸝ HEESEUNG ˙𐃷˙
super-duper caring !!
he’s so whipped for you — he smiles just by thinking about you
also very giggly around you
LOVES lending you his beanies
(aka. you stealing them..)
+ you steal his earrings as well ! not that he minds
absolutely adores singing for you / he loves singing you to sleep :D
hold up, is being heeseung’s s/o just being his personal ramen cook 🤨🤨
he aaalwaays bugs you to play games with him (especially wii and nintendo switch lmao)
either that or you’re playing animal crossing while eating takeout at your dinner table
you’re the only person in the world who he’ll ever do aegyo for. 
he secretly enjoys it, but shhh you didn’t hear that from me
i think he likes calling you names like cutie, cutiepie or just a shorter version of your name <3 (if there is one !)
booping your nose is on his everyday to do list ☝️
lowkey therapist & boyfriend in one ngl
WAIT he loves making playlists for you two,, 
“y/n! i made another playlist, do you wanna listen to it? i made it while thinking of you.” <//3 
the type to write cheesy lyrics about you, then later cringes at his own writing bUT then leaves it like that because you like it !
you have his cover of lauv’s “i’m so tired” either set as your alarm or play it on loop everyday 
(random but for some reason i can picture him giving you a cassette with his cover on it just for the vintage vibes)
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🐈 ⸝⸝ JAY ˙𐃷˙
the mom-and-boyfriend in one ;] 
f a s h i o n  c o u p l e 
you are literally fashion icons. no disagreements. 
you have matching clothes or accessories ! even if it’s really subtle, the gesture behind it is super adorable <//3
cooking pt. 2 :D but this time there’s a gorden ramsay in your relationship
i can just SEE how you both two impersonate gorden ramsay while cooking which makes everything 10 times funnier !! checks every 5 seconds if the food is ready tho because he doesn’t wanna risk anything
never cleans up afterwards, either you do or no one does
since you’re both fashion icons your social media followers are going 📈📈📈
literally couple goals.
he loves taking pictures of you,, but also wants you to take pictures of him 
jay gets flustered easily so please make him flustered with sudden compliments, hugs, kisses, etc. !!
he’s also the only member i can really see calling you babe
confident but shy about pda at the same time ??? he’s both LOL 
you always tease him with his RAS moments and randomly quote them when you’re in the middle of a conversation with him lmao
random and idk if this fits here, but he likes making your lunch — leaves you encouraging notes too <3
last but not least: jokingly gets angry at you when he wants something from you, and you do the same thing back ♡
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🐈 ⸝⸝ JAKE ˙𐃷˙
sweetest and softest boyfriend to ever exist. i’m so soft for him JSHSHS
definitely calls you sweetie and darling. 100%. fight me if you think otherwise. 
shows you pics of layla everyday (it’s become routine for him >_<)
a tiny bit cliché BUT lends you his jacket whenever you’re cold (even when you’re inside !!)
random thought: jake puts his hands in your hoodie pockets...
💔💔💔
it’s his personal goal to peck your cheek and forehead at least twice a day — gets pouty if he wasn’t able to do that ))):::
talks in english a lot because you love his accent !!
if you’re an english speaker, you’ll have conversations in english all. the. time.
if you’re not an english speaker, no worries, he’ll teach you !
+ reads you bedtime stories in english (jake’s australian accent >>>) 
dreams of travelling with you to australia <33  
if there’s a bug in the house you better know that jake will NOT be removing them and runs out of the house
WILL stay over at one of the other member’s houses untill that bug is REMOVED . 
so if you’re afraid of bugs as well,,, i’m sorry bae, but it’ll be your task to remove these little... creatures 😐
ngl you have more photos of layla than of him on your phone lol
(spams you with her pictures and captions them with “y/n!!! look!!! layla with a flower!!!! layla with a butterfly!!!!” it’s just so sweet aaa)
we need some “””drama””” so you make jokes about him being a “🥶💸🔥💪” boy a lot in your relationship LMAO
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🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNGHOON ˙𐃷˙
ice skating dates.
this has been mentioned in other headcanons a lot already but i just HAD to include it,,
convinces you to eat ice cream after your date LOL even if it IS winter
btw. fashion couple nr. 2 !!! 
MIRROR SELCAS
MIRROR SELCAS 
ugh the visuals and the power you two hold,,,, i can’t,,,,,
has better clothes than you ngl so you share clothes lmao
it started with him lending you his sweatpants, but then you didn’t want to return them forgot to return them and BOOM 💥 here we are
extremely awkward and shy at first — don’t worry though, he becomes much more chaotic in the later phases of your relationship
he teases you SO MUCH. LIKE. SO MUCH.
always has small smile (smirk?) on his face when he’s about to make a cocky remark (so beware)
you tease him back just twice as hard which 1.) results in him in becoming flustered 2.) fails LOL
off-topic but he’d love a s/o that has a similar style to him ??? a more elegant, classy, dark style perhaps
when he’s away / busy he’ll send you some selcas and captions them with “how r u doing??” “did you eat yet?” “cheer up :P” 
kinda shy about pda but likes showing off too ???
i mean,, men... 🙄🙄 /lh
whenever someone mentions your name near him, he’ll just try to hide his smile while biting his lip (yk what i’m talking about???) and you’ll see his dimples and the affectionate look in his eyes and just AAAAA
the type of boyfriend that calls you love~
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🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNOO ˙𐃷˙
skin care routines with sunoo 24/7 🤝
he does your hair (if your hair is long enough to do different hairstyles with it ofc !!) 
send you daily weekly skin care products he thinks you two should try out / that’d be good for your skin <3
spa nights every friday at 9pm — he only lets you in if you wear a stylish pyjama LOL
you buy him peach items because they just remind you so much of him (。•́︿•̀。)
SELCA TIME !!! his phone is always ready !!! (apart from his storage maybe?)
PARTICIPATES IN SELCA DAYS OF YOUR FAVOURITE IDOLS AAA
loves to go on walks w u
does A LOT of aegyo,, 
and i know that you knew that this point will be in this headcanon.
for eg. instead of saying goodnight or bye he’ll just do aegyo for you not that anyone minds tbh
stages of sunoo flirting (?):
a — tries to compliment you (it sounds more like a flirty remark tbh)
b — realizes then blushes
c — cringes and runs away LMAO
playfully acts jealous, so you know it’s a joke but deep down he’s actually jealous
you two match each others vibes a lot — if one is sad, the other is sad as well
+ tells you your posture is bad when you sit like a banana or tells you to go to sleep early and when you don’t listen to him, he’ll show you an article that proves that (abc) and (xyz) is bad for you and says “i told you so.” 💀
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🐈 ⸝⸝ JUNGWON ˙𐃷˙
impresses you by doing kicks (does the kick cap challenge on tiktok and/or you play kick it by nct 127 for the funzies) 
poking his dimple is a MUST . 😩😩
though gets super shy when you kiss him and also if you buy him gifts !!
cheers you up whenever you feel down or are upset
compliments you a ton ))): will randomly come up to you and tell you that your fit is cute or that you look brighter today,,, little does he know it's because of him ;]
HUGS!HUGS!HUGS
poking his dimple comes first, then hugging
the other members tease you two everytime you’re over LOL it’s like there are two koalas clinging onto each other
our yang garden gained another sheep +1
you two randomly play sheep,,,, like,,, everyday ???? sheep cosplays 👍
idk why ig it’s just fun to imitate sheep and go “mmmeEeEeeEhh” to annoy others
talking of that, even THOUGH he is a responsible leader he will not hesitate to do stupid shit with you
“hey how about we ring on that house there and yell “sheep for sale!” do you think they’ll open the door?”
“i don’t know... let’s find out!” 🤝
let’s just say that this didn’t end well..
also kinda bullies you (in a loving way ofc !!) pand teases you nonstop
either calls you asshole or love aHA
in conclusion: a very unpredictable relationship,, would 10/10 recommend.
very random but i feel like his love language is acts of service
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🐈 ⸝⸝ NI-KI ˙𐃷˙
oh look it’s our tsundere 😼
can’t go a day without dancing so you two have vibing sessions at 2am everyday ft. the others telling you to go to bed
you’re the only one that can make him soft lol
if you’re older than him, you would definitely take care of him like your own baby !! 
if you are the same age as him or younger it’d be awkward for him at first, because he isn’t used to taking care of someone younger, so he’d treat you as if you were his best friend at the beginning
you love to watch him dance !! it’s so satisfying,, LITERAL asmr.
pranks you 24/7. boy has NO mercy. will not care if the others will scold him later. he will do the prank smoothly (?) — doesn’t care about the consequences LMAO
probably sets your alarm to someone screaming or a cringy aegyo song <//3
wants to film dance covers with you !! you don’t have to be the best dancer either !! as long as you have fun ^__^ 
the other members find you really cute but are also vERY TIRED OF YOU,, two energized teens in a relationship was not a good idea ☝️
likes to randomly hold your hand and swing it around 
probably distant at the beginning of the relationship because a.) he doesn’t want to pressure you/make things awkward b.) he doesn’t really know what to do either ???
(if you’re not japanese or don’t know how to speak japanese) he’ll definitely teach you some japanese phrases and words !! introduce you to his culture as well :DD and he really wants to know more about your culture too <3
teaches you phrases like “sunoo is a dumbass” for the funzies LOL
randomly makes micheal jackson impressions,,, it’s hilarious LMFAO
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frostedfaves · 3 years ago
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Naive (1)
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Pairing: demon!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
Summary: Of all the humans Wanda has met, you’re suddenly her favorite.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, demon things™️ (be warned that this shit will get much darker in the future), subtle hand kink (don’t @ me)
A/N: special shoutout to the anon that inspired this fic series, I hope you enjoy this weird combo of AOU x IW Wanda. also if you have any previous knowledge of demons, throw it out the window before you read this because I guarantee that things will not add up here lmao
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Wanda’s favorite thing about interacting with humans is her effect on them.
Walking through a crowd is fine. She’ll brush a few shoulders and rattle a few unsuspecting adults, flash solid black eyes at kids that either stare or scream. It’s temporary and brings a bit of fun to an otherwise dull day.
The real joy comes from direct contact. Wanda travels miles away from her apartment building, choosing different stores, restaurants and cafés just to keep things interesting. A new cashier each time. She’ll have an air of friendliness about her that isn’t exactly fake; she finds most humans to be charming, despite their fragile minds.
“Will that be all?” Roy--according to his name tag--asks with a grin and Wanda nods in response. “Okay, your total is $21.14. You can just swipe or insert your card in the machine there.”
Wanda inserts her card carefully, complimenting the decor as she waits for the transaction to be completed. After returning it to her wallet, she flashes a soft smile at Roy as he hands her the receipt, purposefully brushing her fingers with his. As his skin makes contact with one of her rings, she notices the goosebumps rising along his arm and hears his breathing pattern change.
“Roy? Everything alright?”
She hears the concerned voice of a coworker as she makes her way to a table to wait for her meal, already seated by the time Roy coughs in an effort to collect himself.
“Yeah, just feeling off I guess. I’ll be fine.”
A chuckle falls from her lips as she watches the poor cashier attempt to return to his previous state of mind, finding the urge to smile and wave when his eyes cut over to her. His voice trembles when he calls her name and he stands as far away as possible when she approaches the counter to grab her order.
“Thanks for everything, Roy.”
Sensing that he’s startled enough without it, she keeps her other tricks hidden in her sleeves and simply walks away, holding her laughter until the doors close behind her. A good meal with a side of human interaction, her absolute favorite.
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The next day brings Wanda to a bookstore around lunchtime. She takes a minute to browse the aisles, taking an exceptionally long time lingering in the section harboring books on angels and demons. The stereotypes amuse more than upset her like they used to in the beginning.
“Is there anything I can help you with?”
Wanda turns to make eye contact with the employee behind her, about to ask a question for the fun of it when a laugh catches her attention. Her gaze redirects to the café counter straight ahead, and a warm feeling washes over her when she hears the laugh again.
You’re genuinely entertained by the elderly woman purchasing a bagel with exact change, and Wanda manages to catch the end of the conversation as she draws near.
“Safe to say, I haven’t worn the blouse since that day.” She bids you farewell with her bagel and receipt in hand, eyes twinkling as she observes Wanda on her way past. “You have such bright and beautiful hair, dear.”
“Thank you,” Wanda responds with sincerity, attention locked on you while approaching the counter. “Hi.”
“Hey,” you greet her with a voice much calmer than the one you use with most of your other customers. “What can I get you today?”
You watch the orange haired woman turn her head to study the items behind the glass, taking the time to do your own inspection. You admire the dark red jacket that covers most of her torso, gaze lingering on the multiple rings hugging her fingers that seem to be smoothing nonexistent wrinkles in her dress, almost in a nervous fashion. It brought you a bit of comfort, assuming that she was affected in the same way.
“What do you recommend?”
“Oh, well…” You walk over to open the glass case from your side of the counter, naming each item as you grab it. “I usually have this pretzel that’s stuffed with spinach and cheese and this brownie. I can heat both of them for you, if you’d like.”
“I would love that,” Wanda responds in a grateful tone, placing a bottle of water on the counter after taking it from the fridge. “And I’ll also have one of these incredibly overpriced waters.”
You begin her order with a laugh, and she watches you ring everything up with the speed and expertise of a seasoned employee, wondering how she’d gone this long without running into you. The total price is brought to the digital screen just before her card is inserted, and she takes the time to quickly slip her rings into her pockets while you’re taking the pretzel and brownie over to the miniature oven. The last thing she wants to do is scramble your brain before she even gets the chance to explore it.
“Here’s your receipt,” you announce while giving Wanda the slip of paper, your eyes lingering on her hand for a moment before looking at her again. “Your food should be ready soon.”
“Okay, thank you…” Her sentence trails off as she searches for your name, the letters rolling off her tongue with ease when she finally locates it on the apron covering your chest.
“You’re welcome…” You trail off in the same fashion and she catches on quickly.
“Wanda.”
“You’re welcome, Wanda,” you repeat as you hand her the water bottle before she can walk away.
Less than two minutes later, you approach the table she’s taken over with two small ceramic plates and a sheepish grin.
“I should’ve asked if you were going to stay a while, but I can grab some bags if you need to go.”
Wanda shakes her head with a laugh as she takes them from you, startling you when she doesn’t react to the excessive heat radiating from the dishes.
“This is perfect.”
She takes her time with eating, and your attention is drawn to her between customers, grateful that she’s too busy with her phone to notice your stares. On the other hand, Wanda’s mind is filled with thoughts of you. What you look like when you think she can’t see you glancing over, what you smelled like when you were close. The nerves, the kindness, the desire to learn her name despite her being just another customer to you. She knows that you noticed her missing rings, but she’s already prepared with a cover story. A two minute conversation has her dying to pick your brain more, learn your habits and become more familiar with your body, beyond a simple brush of your fingertips. She already wants you to herself, just the way you came, without her interference for now; that’ll come later.
A good meal with a side of human interaction, her absolute favorite.
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Despite Wanda leaving an hour before your shift ended, she lingers in your thoughts on the bus ride and walk home. You find yourself recalling her kind smile, fidgeting fingers and the scent of her perfume when she passed you on her way out, and you’re so deep in your memories that you end up colliding with your apartment door.
“That’s not going to get you inside any faster, dear.”
Your cheeks burn as you face Ruth for the second time today, the first time being earlier when you sold her a bagel.
“I know, Ruthie,” you respond sheepishly as you pull your keys from your pocket. “Is everything okay? You’re usually in bed watching a cowboy show by now.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to come home so I could talk to you.” She checks to see if the hallway is empty before opening her door and waving you over. “Come on, quickly.”
You scurry into the apartment behind her, taking in the scene before you while she locks the door. Having visited her before, you know she keeps the television at a higher volume, but it seems louder than normal.
“I know I might seem like I’ve lost my marbles, but I wanted to warn you about that woman you saw today....The one with the bright hair.”
“You mean Wanda?” you question, eyes widening when she nods. “Warn me about what?”
“There’s something off about that Wanda, if that even is her real name.” She snatches her arm out of her robe and brings it closer for you to see. “I’ve had these chills since I brushed against her earlier. Something’s not right with her. How do you even know her name? I’ve never seen her before.”
“Hey, it’s okay,” you assure her as you help her slip her arm back in the sleeve. “I only know her name because we were having a friendly conversation and she used mine. I was just being polite to someone I’ll probably never even see again.”
“Just be careful,” she pleads as you head toward her door again, and you offer your best attempt at a relaxed smile.
“I’ll be fine, Ruthie. Get some rest, okay?”
You hear her lock the door behind you as you make your way back to your own apartment, rushing through the process of unlocking the door and securing it once you’re inside. As much as you don’t want to let Ruth get you worked up over a stranger, you can’t help thinking about the odd little things you noticed earlier. 
It isn’t unusual for someone to linger after buying food or drinks from your counter, whether they have homework or even just a phone to keep them busy. Wanda seemed to be waiting for someone the entire time, and you remember hoping that she wasn’t on a date, despite not wanting her to be stood up. But she simply slid her phone in her pocket and departed with a friendly wave as if nothing had happened.
You especially remember her waving at you with those ringless fingers, and wondering silently where the intricate jewelry had disappeared to. Obviously you just assumed that the rings were tucked away on her person and not dumped in the trash, but she doesn’t seem like the type of person to give up on her accessories in the middle of the day. Part of you--a part that you didn’t dare to address--wondered if she’d emptied her hands to send you a subtle sign. No, that can’t possibly be it.
Sleeping proves to be difficult with so many unanswered questions floating about, but you eventually give into the act. A few hours later, you peel open your eyes when you think you hear something in the room. The digital clock that sits on your bedside and serves as an alarm and occasional radio reads 3:34am, and you’re just about to close your eyes again when you hear another sound. You raise your head to turn toward your closet, and a scream is trapped in your throat as you catch sight of a figure in the shadows.
The next time you wake, the sun is out and your alarm is blaring on the nightstand beside you. Your gaze flickers over to the closet as you reach out to silence it, your heartbeat dropping slightly when you don’t see anything other than clothes. Deciding that you must’ve been dreaming, you shake away the fearful thoughts and head to the bathroom to start getting ready for another day of work.
The only thing you haven’t decided on yet is whether you want to see Wanda again.
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shurisneakers · 4 years ago
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harmless (vii)
Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)
Warnings: cursing, existential crisis, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, lil bit of angst, clint barton being a lil shit
Word count: 3.4k
A/N: hey shoutout to @ugherik for suggesting a spin on the “A PLATYPUS!??!“ [perry puts his hat on] “PERRY THE PLATYPUS!???” thing. i used it in here, it’s a really small part and probably missable but i tried!! also i like the next chapter better than this one, i just wanted to put this here so it doesn’t seem abrupt <3333
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Bucky can’t stop staring at the mirror.
He wishes it was for narcissistic purposes. He had enough reason for it to be. His age may be a hundred but he had the youthful exuberance of a very drained sixty year old.
But no, it wasn’t because of the steel cut jawline or thousand gigawatt smile.
After last week’s mini-spiral, he does what almost half the videos on TikTok warn him not to do.  
He got a haircut.
Everyone’s reaction stopped him from following it up with an ear piercing, but he can’t confidently say he didn’t at least consider it once. Maybe a neck tattoo. 
He pulls at a lock of hair. It’s not even longer than his finger.
What did he do-
“It’s just a haircut, man,” he says to no one in particular, almost like he’s trying to reassure himself.
He runs his hands through his hair. It takes lesser time than he was used to.
Steve had told him he looked good. But then again, Steve wore a fugly costume 90% of the time, what did he know?
Clint acknowledged it and didn’t outright call him ugly, which he supposed was a compliment. Wanda simply smiled at him.
“FRIDAY?” he reaches out.
“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” comes the automated reply.
“How are you?” It took him some getting used to her, given that she was constantly listening to everything, and in general seemed to go against the universal idea of privacy. 
But his therapist told him he needed to form friendships. 
She didn’t mention it had to be human ones.
“As good as ever. Is there anything I can help you with?”
He wants to ask her what she thinks of his hair until he realises fashion advice from a faceless AI is a new low for him. Maybe ‘Do you think I should crawl into a pit and die?’ would be more appropriate. 
“Never mind,” he dismisses instead. “Any messages for today?”
“A reminder to buy a harder bed because you can’t keep sleeping on the floor.” Ah, that was on Sam’s recommendation three months ago, but he wasn’t going to stop any time soon. “And a text from a contact named Nuisance saying to meet them at the attached location in thirty minutes.”
“Where is the location?”
“The local sports centre.”
“Isn’t that closed today?” 
If he had to go out in public looking like this, maybe he could wear a cap and sunglasses and no one would recognise him. Unfortunately, as he was reminded several times before by anyone with an iota of common sense, it was a stupid disguise. 
Beanie it was, then. Bare minimum. 
“It is, yes.” Fewer citizens to worry about.
“Okay.” He hesitates in front of the mirror again, adjusting the hat on his head. “Thank you, FRIDAY.”
“You’re welcome, Sergeant.”
He stares at the little tuft of hair at the front that refused to stay down no matter how much he shoved it back.
“Come on, man,” he exhales in slight despair. “Whatever.”
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The lock of the door leading to the pool is easy enough to pick. He can see how you got in without a hitch even though it was closed. 
The deck around the pool was absolutely drenched in water. No one was using it, there was no reason for water to splash out unless it was deliberately kept like this.
He catches sight of you easily, being that you’re the only two people there. You were standing at the end of the hall, head ducked as you scrolled through your phone.
The door closes behind him with a soft thud.
You don’t look up from your mobile when you start talking, “What do you think 6 year olds like?”
Because James Barnes, carbon dated to 1917 and therefore certified young person, would definitely know the answer to this question.
“I don’t know. Lego?”
“Just how much money do you think a teacher makes-”
You stopped mid-sentence, finally lifting your head to catch his eye. He stares back at you, steps faltering when you don’t move.
"Who are you?" you squinted.
What
"It's me," Bucky says, tugging off the dumb beanie and using it to gesture vaguely towards himself. Fuck, he shouldn’t have worn it, it was ridiculous anyway-
"You sound like him..." You narrow your eyes. “You don't look like him.”
Great
He rolls his eyes before putting on a mock scowl. Can't have Bucky Barnes without a sense of eternal disgruntlement.
"Oh hey, that is you." You grin. "You got a haircut."
“I did.” He suddenly feels the awkwardness increase. His fingers fidget with the beanie.
“Nice.” You nod in acknowledgement.
He wants to hit himself at the words that just spill out before he could think about it. “You hate it.”
“I never said that,” you snort. “And since when does my opinion matter?”
“It doesn’t.” But now he wants to know what you think since he didn’t trust anyone else to tell him honestly.
“Must cut down on time in the shower, huh?”
It did.
He shrugs. He shoves the beanie into his back pocket.
“Was it a crisis haircut?” How did you kno- “Are you going to get bangs next time?”
“Shut up,” he says lamely, a dull burn in his cheeks. 
“I know a place where you can get hair dye for cheap. Not technically FDA approved, but I think purple streaks are a good place to start-”
“What are we doing here?” he interrupts, sighing.
“Skinny dipping. Take off your shirt, Barnes.” 
“Funny,” he says dryly, eyeing your shoes when you straighten up.
Ice skates.
“Fine, pants then.” You don’t make any effort to move from your end so he does, walking closer to you. 
“What are those for?” He doesn’t hide the annoyance from his voice when he points at your feet.
“Oh, these?” You look down at them. “Yeah, I’m going to freeze the pool.”
That seems... mild compared to the shit show you wanted to do last time.
“For?” He halts where he is. 
“’M gonna take my friends ice skating.”
“Is that all?” He wants to make a comment about the fact that you have friends but bites it back.
“Today is just a trial run. Tomorrow I’m gonna go freeze the East River.” There it is.
“The East River is not your personal ice skating rink.”
“Not yet it isn’t.” You lift up a middle finger.
It was too early for you to flip him off, even by your standards.
He raises an eyebrow.
Your face scrunches in confusion. You follow his gaze to your finger. “Oh yeah, no, that’s a freeze ring.”
Only then he notices a ring around the finger. From where he was standing he could make out the blue stone that adorned it.
“Joy.” He rolls up the sleeves of his black bomber jacket. “Let’s get this done with, then.”
“No no, wait.” You hold up your hand and he complies, having nothing to lose anyway. You pull out your phone and press a few buttons before shoving it back into your bag and tossing it aside.
The soft sounds of a piano start playing from a boombox near the corner of the room. A child starts singing following a series of knocks.
His eyebrows furrow. “What the fuck is this?”
“The Frozen soundtrack.” You beam at him. “I thought it was fitting.”
He doesn’t know what that is and at this point, he’s too afraid to ask. He can vaguely make out the lyrics being about a snowman but he isn’t too concerned.
He takes one step forward. You immediately point your fist at the ground in front of him, forcing him to jump back when a blast hits right in front of his shoes. Suddenly he gets why the floor is covered in water.
It sounds like a series of cracks as the water starts freezing over, a layer of ice now separating him and you.  
"You ready?” The mischief was woven in your voice as the blasts continued throughout the deck, effectively turning the entire floor into ice.
Bucky takes a step tentatively forward. Not bad. He takes another. Okay.
The third one is when shit starts to hit the fan. His hands shoot out to hold onto his balance when his footing slips from beneath him.
His Nike sneakers aren’t used to snow. They’re used to well manicured lawns and pavement trips to Starbucks and marble floors of the compound. Not swimming pool decks covered in ice.
He can hear you singing in the distance and every time he looks up you’re a little further away, making sure every inch of space is frozen.
It takes him a while to get over the initial fear of breaking his skull and just move forward swiftly with short steps. A goddamn penguin is what he looked like.
“There you go, you’re getting it,” you chirp as you whiz past him. He reaches out to grab at you, only to miss by an inch. He staggers, arms flapping wildly to regain his stability.
He hears crackling beside him. He gets a second or two to watch ice crystals spread through the water before turning it completely solid. You step onto the now frozen pool, testing your weight with one leg before cautiously getting on.
A triumphant smile emerges on your face. “Awesome.”
He manages to press himself against the wall as a form of support. 
There is no point to this whole thing. He knows this. It’s been well over 6 weeks and there is genuinely no point to this.
He realises it again when he moves from side to side, body erupting into a waddle. 
Why is he doing this. He doesn’t get paid extra. He doesn’t get any kind of compensation. All he gets is more wisecracking geniuses, embarrassment and the mortifying ordeal of getting caught imitating a penguin.
The song changes to a woman singing about doing something for the first time, forcing him to pay attention to it. He hears something about ball room and balls and tunes right back out.
Bucky manages to find his way to the actual pool since that’s where you’re twirling around, opting to land on his mental arm in case things go wrong. He takes a sliding step forward, followed by another. Maybe he can do this. 
“If a 200 pound super soldier can stand on this, I suppose it’s strong enough,” you muse, watching him slip and slide as he tries to invent makeshift ice skating.
Unfortunately, his method doesn’t have any brakes, so while he’s too busy trying to move forward, there’s no way to actually stop. He finds this out very soon when he almost launches himself off the edge of the pool.
Something yanks him backwards and back onto the ice.  
“Honestly, this is utterly useless since you can’t really do anything but it’s the most fun I’ve had all week,” you admit when he goes sliding towards the middle, arms flailing.
“You had to pick fuckin’ ice of all things.” He thinks that maybe he’s getting a hang of this. He can definitely move faster than what he was doing like, 10 minutes ago. It’s not like you were going anywhere, anyway. 
“I like to keep things spicy.”
He stays where he is to glare at you. You mouth the words to the song, watching his every move whenever it interested you. 
Okay, change of plan; a temporary distraction till he figures out how to actually get the ring from you. He settles on skating towards the edge of the rink slowly, taking a step off, slipping almost immediately when his foot comes in contact with the deck. 
“Where are you going?” you yell over the music initially but immediately break into song when it ends in a crescendo.
He takes a knee, lifting his metal arm up before driving it into the ground. It shatters magnificently, leaving small shards of ice at his disposal. 
He picks up one of them, waiting for you to complete your dumb twirl. He takes aim, and-
“Ouch, what the fuck?” You stop your off key singing to rub your shoulder where the ice hit you.
He wordlessly picks up another piece to throw at you, hitting you squarely in the leg.
“Stop that!”
He may not be able to move as fast but he can definitely throw. 
“Give me the ring,” he commands, stretching his arm behind his back before releasing another piece to hit your forearm. 
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” There’s nowhere you can skate to avoid his stupidly good marksmanship. 
“You gotta do what you gotta do.” He shrugs, breaking another patch of ice to replenish his ammo. “Hand over the ring.”
“Over my dead body,” you shriek when a particularly big piece lands next to your feet. You knew he missed that shot on purpose.
“I feel like I’m finally acting my age,” he says casually, finding your darting about in order to avoid him more fun than he initially thought. “Can’t throw pebbles at meddling kids so this is the next best option. Thanks.” 
“If you acted your age you’d be in a casket, Barnes,” you hissed, finding that skating in zig zags helped your cause, but not by much. “I’d be- you bitch- I’d be more than happy to help you get there.”
You raise your arm, ready to send another blast to freeze the water that was starting to melt around him, hopefully, keep him where he was if it froze around him. 
He flinches. You notice immediately, hand dropping slightly when you realise what it looked like.
“I’m not gonna freeze you,” you say, softer than you intended. From what you knew, he had enough and more experience with that and you weren’t going to contribute to it. 
He swallows thickly, giving himself a little shake of his head as if to jolt him out of his train of thought. 
Another piece of ice hits you in the leg. You let out a string of curses at him.
“The more ice you make, the more I have to throw at you, Y/N.” He waits for you to regain your balance when you nearly take a stumble. 
“Shut up, you’re so immature.”
“Remind me whose plan this was again?” No point waiting for you to regain your balance when you fall over only a few seconds later. 
He gathers a few shards in his beanie, tucking it into his belt like a little makeshift rucksack just in case before venturing out on the main rink again. 
It’s more difficult for you to stand without railings to guide you, giving him enough and more time to make his way towards you, staggering and skidding. 
Both of you looked ridiculous. 
“Stay away, fiend.” 
“Ring first.” He holds his hand out in front of you. He even considered pulling you up if you just made things easier.
Next thing he knows he’s on his ass on the ice beside you. 
“I hate you,” he groans, watching as you inch away from him on your knees.
He doesn’t really have any other options so he shoves aside the humiliation and gets on his knees, using his arms to drag him along the ice.
“For the love of Christ, none of us are winning here. Just give me the ring.”
The bitch from the soundtrack sings about letting it go but he won’t. 
“Never,” you shout, sliding away from him as fast as possible. 
You make use of the fact that the top layer of ice is starting to melt, using the ring to freeze it again. His knees and fingers get stuck as the water freezes over but he has super strength. It barely takes him a second to free himself. 
“Great,” he huffs, just settling down on the ice, ignoring the sting of cold that was spreading through his limbs. Running after you wasn’t going to work; he needed a way to get the ring. 
“You won last time, I’m not letting you win again.”
“Are we seriously keeping score?” He watches as you scramble towards the edge.
“No one likes a loser, Bucky.” You use the pool stair railings to pull yourself up.
“Explain why you have friends then.” He can’t help himself this time. 
“Hardy har har.” You roll your eyes. 
He doesn’t make an effort to move. Instead, when you take a step back into the rink, he raises his arm and pummels it into the ice, just to annoy you. 
The ground damn near shakes, pushing you dangerously towards losing your balance again. 
“Are you crazy?” Your arm shoots out in front of you to keep you from falling headfirst. 
“No.” He does it again. This time there’s a crack in the ice. “I’m just very tired.”
“If the ice breaks we’re both gonna be underwater, you moron!”
“Fine by me.” He shrugs. “Freeze it again. I’ll just find different ways to ruin it for you.”
You glare at him. He raises his arm above his head again.
“Fine! Fine, stop.” You eye him as he lowers his arm. 
He reaches for his stash of ice pieces from earlier, throwing one at your shoulder again.
“Boy, I swear if you don’t stop doing that-” you duck when another one comes at you. You had no idea he could be this annoying. 
It suddenly hits him, like a lightbulb going off in his brain. He wipes his hands off on his jacket, getting on all fours before slowly managing to pick himself up again. 
He looks at you, tilting his head slightly like he was studying you.
“What?” you ask suspiciously, eyeing as he starts inching closer towards you. “What are you thinking?”
It’s like watching a newborn deer stumble its way through the world, albeit more gracefully, until he starts picking up speed. The motherfucker was going to mow you down.
The skates are useful but not so much when an extremely determined bumbling oaf is barrelling towards you, his speed beginning to match yours even without equipment. 
You don’t know why you’re running, you don’t know why he’s chasing after you but when you see the end of the pool you take a sharp left only to have him knock right into you, sending you both sprawling.
You land half on top of him, breaking your fall but it doesn’t stop the very loud groan that escapes your mouth. He’s already in the process of sitting up straight, giving you less time to analyse what just happened.
“What the fuck was that for?” you speak through gritted teeth. “Fuckin’ acting like the both of us have free healthcare.”
“You refused to give up.”
“So your plan was to tackle me like a quarterback?” You threw your hands up.  
“One part of it.” He drags himself to the edge, away from you. 
“There's more to your monkey brained plan?” He doesn’t look at you. The ice around the pool has more or less melted, letting him gain proper footing on the floor before he stands up. 
“Oh, yeah.” He turns to you. “The other’s a trick I stole from Stark.”
Bucky holds up the ring. Your jaw slightly drops, eyes searching your finger for the now missing piece of tech. 
“Suppose that’s two points for me?” 
You’re impressed. You also want to stab him. So you do the next best thing.
“When I imagined you holding a ring in front of me, the circumstances were very different,” you comment.
“Bye, Y/N.” He spins on his heel, not even giving you a second’s worth of reaction. You found it amusing.
He heads towards the door, clothes all wet. He empties out melted ice water from his beanie before stuffing it into his pocket. Just when he’s about to leave, you remember something. 
Do you mean it genuinely or just because it has an effect on him? 
“Just for the record, Barnes, about your hair-” you call out, earning his attention from over his shoulder. “I think you look really good either way.”
The world may never know. 
You swear you can see the corners of his lips quirk upwards before he turns around again. 
He slips on a block of ice, cursing and clenching on to the door to keep him upright, quickly yanking it open and leaving before he has a chance to embarrass himself further.
Smooth.
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Jealous AOT men (Levi, Porco, Zeke, Eren, Erwin)
A/N: Shout out to the bestie in my inbox that requested this and I’m sorry for taking forever to finally do it, but I hope you enjoy !
Synopsis: Do y’all fr need one? Basically just AOT men getting jealous in situations and how they handle it
TW: none really apply, GN!reader, fighting (kinda) for Porco cause he’s about that life like that, violence for Levi because he’s an angry short man, and mean douchebag rich boy Eren content
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LEVI 
If there’s one thing Levi doesn’t tolerate when it comes to his partner it’s disrespect. He holds you on such a high pedestal and at a status that no one else can touch for loving him the way that you do, so for someone to disrespect the relationship you two have or you in general with some catcalling remark is like the greatest offense to him.
It doesn’t even have to be anything too serious. It can be something stupid like “I bet you’re hitting that fine piece of meat every night” and he’d have them on the ground in seconds with a knife pressed against their throat demanding that they apologize to you immediately.
“I recommend you apologize to them right now formally and watch what you say around me from now on or I’ll cut your tongue from your mouth with this very blade.”
Yeah, he doesn’t play when it comes to you at all. He has to set an example to let everybody know what to expect if they try either of you again because you would do the same too if the situation was reserved.
He lets the perpetrator go with no bruises besides the ones he got from Levi’s manhandling, probably per your request, and what do the two of you do afterwards? You just go on about your day like nothing even happened, like Levi wasn’t ready to cut someone’s tongue out over you in road daylight. It’s a norm for your relationship honestly because the two of you are both crazy.
PORCO
Aggressive! Aggressive! Aggressive! Porco is not afraid to get aggressive when it comes to other people trying to flirt with you and risk that possibility of fighting with them.
Especially when it comes to the creepy kind that don’t know how to respect your boundaries or get the hint that you don’t want to be messed with after turning them down numerous times. He was already on edge just seeing them come up to you and flash you that smile like they were genuinely charming or something, but once he saw them place their hands on your forearm and you brush it away with a scowl, he was lit up with anger!
There was no warning given to them to hurry up and go away before he gets mad or him coming up to you and wrapping a protective arm around your waist; he came running over and before you even knew he was making his way to where you were, he was throwing a punch dead smack in the middle of the perpetrator’s face.
“Don’t you know no means fucking no!?” “How dare you put your hands on my boyfriend/girlfriend!?” Told y’all he was really with the shits like that.
But because he doesn’t want to cause too much of a scene or get arrested or banned from wherever the two of you were at, that one punch (which is a really fucking hard punch that definitely going to have some impact on them whether it’s a bruise or some wooziness) is all he does before he’s yanking them by their collar and removing them out of the place his damn self. Did he overreact just a little? No! Because they touched you without your consent even after you expressed you didn’t want them to.
He’s a gentleman immediately after dealing with them and is by your side in an instant giving you a quick checkup with his eyes genuinely concerned for your well-being.
“Are you all right, babe?” “I hope your iight isn’t ruined but if you don’t want to be out anymore we can totally go home.” “They didn’t hurt you did they? Because I don’t mind going back out there to find them if they did.” So attentive and gentle with you. The complete opposite of what he was only minutes ago.
ZEKE 
It takes a lot to make Zeke jealous in a relationship because just the fact that he’s in a relationship with you is enough to make him feel secure in his place as your significant other. People can flirt with you and steal glances all they want because he honestly doesn’t care that much. It actually makes him feel smug and proud knowing that others are thirsting over HIS significant other like that, but can’t act on any of their thoughts because you’re his.
But....let the two of you be freshly broken up, or on a “break”, and he catches you out and about in public with some other jawn then it’s a whole other story. Now he’s feeling some type of way since he no longer has that guaranteed security from your relationship anymore. He’s hurt, but he’s not going to show that too much. Instead, he’s going to be smug and cocky with the way he approaches you two.
“So this is my replacement? He’s not even the great value version of me. You could do a hell of a lot better than someone like him and you know it, y/n.” God, he’s such a menace to society that deserves to be locked up. He wouldn’t stop at after the insults you send his way calling him pathetic and embarrassing nor at your request for him to leave. Matter of fact, he’s going to pull up a chair at your table just to sit there and mess with your poor date and eventually after backhanded compliment after not so backhanded insults, they get up a storm away.
“Are you really going to date someone who can’t take a little bit of heat from someone like me out of all people? Didn’t even have any worry remarks to come back at me with like I did for him. How sad.” He still just keeps going on and on even after the poor guy leaves, comparing himself to him and talking about how he’s so much better in not so subtle ways.
So much for getting hoes when you have an ex like Zeke, but you do like the fact that he’s trying so hard to get you back even if he won’t explicitly say it out loud; his actions speak everything
EREN 
Eren is such a douche bag he really is. Especially modern day rich boy Eren.
Let him catch someone trying to flirt with you while he’s in close proximity of you and watch him cause a whole scene at the country club or whatever rich place the two of you are at.
“Who the hell do you think you are flirting with my boyfriend/girlfriend? You can’t even compare to me so I don’t know what thought in your head made you think you can enough for you to try and get at what’s mine, but you better get rid of it right now. I can buy like three of you if I wanted to right now and it wouldn’t even put a dent in my bank account. You really think they’d go for somebody like you?” He’s such a meanie when it comes to you, he really is.
The poor perpetrator doesn’t even bother to fight for his name or pursue an argument with Eren because he knows it’ll get him nowhere but embarrassed even further, so he goes running off with blush on his cheeks from embarrassment because everyone within like 50 feet surely heard the scene that Eren just put on.
You’re just as embarrassed as the poor boy who was flirting with you, nagging at Eren about how he did entirely too much and how he should go apologize to him, but he just looks over at you with a smug smile and replies, “I gotta set an example for other people babe so they know not to mess with what’s mine.”
Best believe he’s going to be showing an overwhelming amount of PDA the rest of your outing and even go the extra mile to do something like rest his hand on your bottom or make out with you without warning.
ERWIN
This man is so powerful and holds so much authority in other people, even those who hardly even know him, that he doesn’t even have to do much when he catches someone trying to flirt with you while he’s on the other side of the room at some company event.
Like Zeke, it’s extremely difficult to make Erwin jealous because he knows you like the back of his hand and knows if a flirty interaction is happening with someone who isn’t him then it’s completely one sided and you’re just keeping yourself in the conversation because you’re a nice person like that. So, he’ll continue on with his conversation while you continue on with yours, but every now and then he’ll peak out of the corner of his eyes in your direction to make sure you’re okay.
It’s when he notices you getting uncomfortable and the other person getting a little too comfortable that he decides to step in; excusing himself from his conversation like the gentleman he is and coming over to you. You wouldn’t even know that he was there until you felt a broad hand on your waist pulling you into a chiseled chest that you’re aware of his presence.
“Can I help you with something?”
When I tell you his voice goes deeper than normal when he switches to an authoritative mode and it’s the most attractive thing ever that has you feeling butterflies in your stomach and the person who was trying to flirt with you shook to their core.
They don’t even answer his question or even look him directly in the eyes because the energy he excludes is just such big dick energy and from the way he came up and pressed you against him with no hesitation already let them know that you were his without either of you having to say it.
You stayed glued to his side for the rest of the night, one of his arms always wither wrapped around your waist or dangling over your torso holding you close.
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a high school prom au where the reader and Dream are like childhood best friends and the readers date shows up with someone else then when the reader feels all lonely, Dream is like “what if we danced🥺” ??? anyways love you and your fanfics you’re like my favorite writer on tumblr💖💘
+ this is such a cute concept! I’ve never written anything like this, but I hope it was what you wanted<3
++ also this is such an old request, I’m so sorry
prom night - dream
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: high school au! dream x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after being abandoned by your prom date, the person you expected the least to spend the night with asks you for a dance.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.501
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, fluff, swearing, slight mention of alcohol use.
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song recommendation: love on the brain - rihanna
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you couldn’t believe your eyes.
there your date stood, arm wrapped around a person that you for sure knew wasn't you. the excitement disappeared from every corner and edge of your body, hands falling to your sides in complete disappointment.
proudly, your so-called date stepped forward in line with a smile on their face, waiting to be the next for the photo shoot the had been set up. your smile was gone. and so was your passion for continuing this prom.
looking down, you turned on your heels, walking away from the great asshole of a date, and finding an empty seat by one of the available tables.
you’d wondered why it took so long for your date to arrive - you should’ve known, really. but no - now you were just left sitting alone by an empty table. what was the point of even being there anymore when all you could feel was loneliness?
everyone else was having fun, partying and smiling about the night ahead of them - just like you should’ve been. but now, you were just left with feeling disappointed in yourself. how could you make yourself believe that someone actually wanted to bring a date like you to the prom? what were you thinking?
you sighed deeply as you rested your head in the palm of your hand, other hand busy with tracing the cutouts on the table.
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“just go over there, man!”
“yeah, they’re just sitting there all alone… this is your perfect chance!”
clay scratched the back of his head, staring down at the drink in his hand.
“I don't know… what if they say no?”
george and nick both rolled their eyes. the only one who really believed that was gonna happen would be clay. it was crystal clear to literally everyone else that the two of you had developed feelings for each other over the many years of knowing one another. clay would always brush it off with a “we’re just friends”, but really, he knew they were right.
he’d known you since he was 8 and you 7 - having been best friends since that day and until last year. you'd kinda… broken off since then. as you grew older, more important things had distracted you from keeping the connection, and eventually, you just slipped away.
he knew he liked you as more than a friend. but he was certain you didn't.
after all, you wanted to go with a complete dickhead, who ditched you anyway. and now look where you were.
“hey guys~ why are you wasting the night just standing here? let’s party!” karl slurred as he came crashing into george and nick, swinging both arms around their shoulder from behind.
as george was busy pushing karls’ arm off of him, and nick pulling him closer, clay’s eyes were only focused on you. you looked so… sad. no one should be sad on their prom night, and frankly, maybe his friends were right.
before he knew it, his feet dragged him across the dance floor, towards your place on the chair. george’s eyes widened, a big smile spreading across his face, showing off his braces.
“would you two stop flirting with each other and watch what is happening right now?”
nick and karl giggled.
“why, are you jealous gogy?” nick teased, causing a light shade of pink to brush across george’s cheeks.
“shut up-”
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“hey.”
the second you broke away from your melancholy stare at the table, your heart started racing and a wave of sweat danced across your skin. he hadn't talked to you since… you couldn’t even remember the last time.
lifting your head off your hand, you sat up straight, watching as clay scratched the back of his neck nervously.
“hi,” you responded, voice quiet and unsure.
why was he talking to you all of a sudden? after all these months with absolutely no contact with each other, now he wants to talk to you? on the other hand, it’s not like you'd been very communicative with him either…
clay hesitated slightly, shifting on his feet. “why are you sitting here all alone? I thought you had a date?”
you sighed, corner of your lips turning down slightly. “yeah… they ditched me.” you looked away from him, feeling somewhat embarrassed that you'd let yourself get into a situation like that.
clay felt bad. how could someone let go so easily of someone as perfect as you? on the other hand, this meant that no one else could have you - and that made him kind of relieved.
he hesitated a little before speaking up again; “what a dickhead.”
that made you laugh a little. “yeah.”
silence approached after that, and a tension started building up. the both of you could feel the unspoken words you'd been keeping from each other rise up - yet you remained quiet.
after all, there wasn’t really anyone you could blame your fading friendship on - apart from yourselves.
clay cleared his throat, as a new, slower song came on, hand reaching out in front of him, hovering right before you. your eyes trailed along his tux-clad arm and up to his eyes, noticing the withheld love in them.
“do you wanna dance with me?”
you blinked at him, thankful that the fluorescent lights made it hard for him to see the blush on your cheeks. your heart felt as if it was pounding out of your chest.
“I-,” you stuttered, recollecting yourself quickly before placing your hand into his, fitting perfectly right into his palm. you smiled up at him softly. “I’d love to.” he smiled back to you, gripping onto your hand and lead you through the large crowd of people onto the dance floor.
he turned to you, taking in how absolutely breathtaking you looked right then. it was hard for him not to blurt out compliments at you at any given chance.
his hands found their place on your waist, and you let your hand snake around his neck, resting right where his haircut ended. it tickled him in a way that made him realise just how much he had missed your touch - hell, even talking to you reminded him of how lonely he’d felt without you.
slowly, the two of you swayed from side to side along to the song, just staring into each others eyes. clay sneaked a glance down at your lips, quickly averting his eyes again once you parted them.
“I’m really sorry we haven’t talked for so long,” you spoke, twirling a finger around one of his locks. “I miss it a lot. I missed you, clay.”
you stared at him with a look of guilt, biting down on your bottom lips once you'd finished your sentence. you looked down again, feeling sorry that you hadn't reached out to him before.
clay moved a hand to your cheek, tilting your head upwards so you'd look at him again. your eyes widened at the touch of his fingers, and you melted into his hand once his thumb bushed across the soft skin of your cheek.
“I missed you too, y/n. don't be sorry about that - I could’ve reached out too, y’know? we’re both guilty on that note. but, now that I can finally talk to you again, I don't wanna worry about the past, okay? I just want you to have a good night.”
you smiled softly at his words, feeling a wave of forgiveness wash over you. it felt good to know that you had your friend back again.
“I don't think my night can be ruined at this point,” you smiled, moving your hands from his nape to his shoulders instead.
“well, can I still make it a little bit better?” you raised an eyebrow at him, cocking your head to the side slightly.
his eyes fell down to look at your lips again, this time not being able to hold back from the temptation.
your lips attached to his.
and everything around you just stopped.
your eyes fluttered closed, leaning into the kiss once you realised what was happening, only making him pull you closer to him. his lips moved so gently, slowly against yours, a withheld desire finally being released.
who cared about the things that’d gotten in the way of your friendship? all that mattered right now was this very moment - that’s all that ever mattered.
“yes clay!”
“finally he fucking did it.”
the yelling coming from karl and nick from a distance away made the two of you break away from each other, turning your heads to the direction of them. george elbowed nick in the stomach to stop him from jumping into the air, revealing their spying spot.
you chuckled lightly at them, slowly turning your head back to clay with a lick of your lips. clay sent them a nice “fuck off” with his middle fingers, before also returning to the current situation and smiling at you widely.
“better now?”
you smiled wider at that. if only he knew.
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