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livin4woso · 8 months ago

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Acrylics (alessia russo x reader)

Summary- It's finally off-season, and alessia wants you to come on holiday with her. However, due to your job being demanding work, you're a bit hesitant about going. But alessia knows how to get what she wants, and all she needs is acrylics to turn you to putty.

"Please come with me the girls haven't seen you since the nations leauge and ive missed spending time with you" alessia begs you as you stand in the kitchen helping her cook "you know i would less but im not sure i can even get the time off because we are short Staffed" you replied.

Its not as if you were trying too avoid the holiday you would have jumped at the chance immediately however your job as a firefighter meant it was much harder to get time off works and your station was understaffed so leaving them one man shorter wasn't going to help your co workers or the community.

However, alessia knew how stubborn you were for the dedication you had to your job, but she knew exactly how to get her way. The next day, she went to go get her nails done as now she could have nails without the risk of them being ripped off or accidentally hurting another player when playing. Unlike normal, she got her nails a little bit longer as if you weren't gonna say yes to her holiday wide awake. She knew you would with a bit of bribery.

It was around 6pm when you came crashing into the house, dumping your bag by the door. "Hi love, how was work?" Alessia asked from the couch. "It was alright, but it's so busy with the amount of calls we've been getting, so im not in the mood to do anything tonight," you replied, walking in and pecking her on the lips. "Well, why don't you shower, and then we can cuddle on the couch, and I'll order us a takeaway?" she replied, smiling at you. "Yeah, that sounds good" you replied.

You returned to the couch in a pair of grey sweats and alessias arsenal hoddie that she swore you looked better in. "Come here love" she said love laced through her tone and she didnt have to tell you twice as you dropped yourself right next to her on your L shaped sofa your head in her lap as she put on netflix. However, unlike normal, you just couldn't relax as tension radiated through your body due to being so overworked. Alessia knew you needed this break as much as she did, but she didn't want to push you.

She began by gently scratching your scalp and carding her fingers through your hair, and it was if a switch was flicked, your body began to relax into her touch, which is when she sprung the question on you "so love i was just wondering if you would come to ibiza with me.. it would only be for a week and it would be good for you" she started still massaging your scalp "mhm i dont know lessi i really want too but its whether they'll give me time off" you say eyes slowly dropping as sleep consumed you.

"Why dont you call them now and just ask if they say no, then it would save us trying to book later again if you could come," she suggested, knowing that you would. " Yeah, you're right. Pass me my phone" you said, sitting up from her lap. The conversation was quick with you being suprised how easy your boss was willing to let you have time off but said he understood that this was the time you and your girlfriend could go on holiday together. "He said i can so you can let your girls know im coming" you said to her and her face lit up knowing you wouldn't have done it if you weren't melting under her touch without even realising.

"So how about more head scratches, please?" You turned to her, and this time flopped right on top of the smaller blonde as her hand returned to your head. "Oo, and while you're at it, can you scratch my back as well?" you said, pushing your luck. "Im not your personal servant, you know, but you're cute, so I'll let you off," she responded, a light laugh leaving her lips. She continued until you fell asleep as your breaths tickled the crook of her neck where you had buried your head.

However, she wouldn't change it for the world as she knew at the end of the day you would have walked to the end of the earth for her, but now it was time for a relaxing holiday. Well, not so relaxing due to the constant partying, but that's the best part of the holiday, the moments where you forget your responsibilities, and it's just you and lessi, and that's it.

#woso x reader #woso #woso imagines #woso fanfics #woso blurbs #alessia russo #alessia russo x reader

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babygirlbites · 1 year ago

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How would Leah react to her girlfriend using her as a portable heater and totally not stealing her jackets and hoddies to always smell like her werewolf?

I stopped everything to answer this.

I feel like being Leah’s imprint isn’t easy at first.

Home girl has been through a LOT in her last relationship; she had pretty much given up on the idea of romantic love until she met you

That doesn’t mean her trust comes thick and fast; she’s not cold to you but she’s not exactly opening up and bearing her soul either.

Her physical affection and emotional clarity comes with time and dedication - she keeps you at an arms length for a good while, but it’s inevitable that eventually she has to let you in and share what she sees as her “burden” of her baggage with you.

This can be tough on you, so you find ways to “keep her around”, even when she’s not actually there.

The first thing you take is just one of her black hoodies - she lends it to you at a bonfire before you even get the chance to feel the chill of the evening coming in.

You intend on giving it straight back but then when you get back home without her and pull it over your head you’re hit by the smell of dark sugar and pine - a scent that’s so Leah it twists your gut.

So maybe you sleep with it on your pillow? That’s your business.

It’s bittersweet how fast it loses the smell of HER, so you make sure to give it back so you feel less guilty about taking something else.

You start to be more vocal about feeling the cold, or put on a fake shiver when she’s around - she can’t deny you her clothes when she thinks you could be chilly.

Leah starts to notice this and at first she’s worried you’re getting sick or something; but then when she’s over in your room one day she notices the collection of her things you’ve got stored up.

It doesn’t click at first, and she loves seeing you wearing something of hers so publically - it’s her subtle claim on you.

But then one day she comes over earlier than you expect; you’re half way through sorting something in the kitchen so you send her upstairs without thinking.

She sees her hoodie wrapped around your pillow, the side she knows you sleep on.

And then it all clicks for her - this is as much of benficial exchange for you as it is her.

She doesn’t think before questioning you on it; I feel like Leah can be blunt with her emotions, she’s a open book with you.

And when you blush and try to scramble together an excuse she knows she’s got you.

As annoying as it might be for her to have less outfit options at her disposal, her heart is so full with the idea of you finding as much comfort in her scent as she finds in yours.

The physical stuff comes later; but as soon as you discover Leah is basically a living breathing hot water bottle - there is no turning back.

You’re pressed against her at all times, her skin is so comforting to you it’s like a safety blanket.

She might give you grief for being a little clingy but she’s never serious with it.

One time she ribs you on it at the wrong time of month and you go on a touch strike for a week, suffering greatly but being too stubborn to back down.

She regrets it so much she vows to herself that she will never complain about you clinging to her ever again.

Intimacy is not the easiest thing for Leah, but once you form that level of trust she needs you close just as much as you need it.

She’s always seeking you out, at least some part of her body touching you at all times.

This is only more extreme in the privacy of your own home.

You’re at the sink? She’s behind you with her arms wrapped around your waist.

You’re watching tv? She’s got you on her knee, your head tucked into her shoulder.

You’re in bed? She’s holding you like you’ll disappear if she lets go.

She wants you close always and forever - when you’re in her arms she knows you’re safe from harm.

Leah is the kind of girlfriend who won’t only die for you, but would kill for you.

She’s ride or die, she just needs to warm up to you first.

And she’s definitely got some of your clothes tucked away in her room too.

She offers to clean your clothes but takes the odd item and keeps it in her car or in her room, Sue definitely notices the very NOT Leah clothes that keep cropping up in her house but she knows better then to say anything.

Seth sees it too, but like his mom, he keeps it too himself, they are just both so happy to see Leah happy again and don’t want to push her to tell them before she’s ready.

Maybe it’s time to buy a few copies of your favourite shirt though

#twilight saga #imagine #twilight #imagines #quileute #leah clearwater #leah clearwater x reader #leah clearwater imagine

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lovers-rck · 1 year ago

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you want to get better at kissing, so you ask your friend ellie to give you some tips

fluff ? i guess. modern au

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"how do you kiss someone?"

ellie looks at you "what?"

"do you have some tricks?" you asks

the past few months had been rough, the cold winter burned the cheeks of everyone, red noses and big scarfs were the last fashion tendency in campus. for the last few days you were drown in warm and cozy clothes, swimming through hot chocolate and watching christmas movies.

today wasn't the exception. after your last class of the day, you went to ellie's dorm and you both watched a movie in her laptop, ellie handing you her cup of hot chocolate every once in a while.

"what? no" she replies

"then how do you do it?"

"why are you asking me that? you kissed people before"

you roll your eyes "yeah, when i was like twelve years old" you make a disgusted face at remember that "he licked all my face"

ellie laughs

"i dont know. i kiss like everyone else"

"all the girls in my class talk about how you kiss them"

ellie furrows her eyebrows "i kissed one of your classmates?"

you roll your eyes "it would be easier to answer who you didn't kiss ellie"

"what is that supposed to mean?"

"i don't know" you shrug "do you have some tips for me?"

"avoid the excess of tongue"

"ellie!"

"okay sorry!" she says, thinking "i don't know. im not an expert"

"you kissed a lot of girls"

"so?"

"that means that you know something i don't!"

"how to flirt maybe"

you throw a pillow in her face, your cheeks getting red in anger "forget it"

you place your eyes in the movie again, seeing scenes and hearing dialogues but not really paying attention. you were swimming in a pool were the water was made of thoughts and questions.

"i can show you" you heard ellie say after a couple of minutes.

you swim to the top of the pool, getting out. "what?" you replie

she shrugs, her eyes still on the movie "only if you want"

you watch the laptop again, trying to process ellie's words.

"wouldn't that be weird?" you asks

"it doesn't have to be" she says and in her stomach a bunch of butterflys fight eachothers "it's for educational purposes"

you laugh softly, your fingers playing with the seam of your sweather "okay"

ellie finally looks at you "yeah?"

you nod, a funny smile resting in your face "okay" she says and moves the laptop away, making space as she taps her lap "here"

your eyes go wide "what?"

"what? i thought you wanted me to show you"

"yeah" you say "i just didn't know i have to sit in you"

"oh" she says, her cheeks getting red "you don't have to. sorry"

you nod slowly. an awkward silence sits between both of you.

after a few seconds, you start to move towards her. she offers her hand and you take it. your knees swim in the sea of blankets as you follow the path to her body.

your mind is fuzzy when you sit in her legs, her hands resting in your hip "okay" you sigh

"you okay?" she asks, looking in your eyes some answer

"yeah" you nod "you are warm"

ellie laughs and her vibrations resonate in her body, making your body shift slightly. you hold back a whimper with the faint suspicion that you shouldn't feel that way.

"im gonna kiss you now" she announces, you nod "just follow my lead"

"follow your lead" you repeat, your hands in her shoulders "got it"

ellie grabs your face with a soft grip, moving it gently to her lips.

you take a deep breath when for the first time ever she places her lips over yours. she leaves them there for a couple of seconds, warming your own before continuing. you feel her other hand caressing your waist over your tick hoddie.

ellie's kiss is soft and sweet, her lips moving against yours with such tenderness. you try to follow her, frustrated with your own inexperience "relax" she murmurs "no one is rushing us"

you try to relax. you direct your hands towards her neck, unconsciously caressing her skin with your thumb and gaining a few shivers on her part. you laugh softly, breaking the kiss as ellie laughs too "you got me there" she says, her breath hitting your lips "you want to keep going?"

you smile against her lips as you realize that you both were talking in whispers, like children sharing a secret "yes" you whisper, and this time you start the kiss.

you feel more confident now, opening your mouth a bit. ellie takes that as an invitation and turns the kiss in something deeper, moving her hand to your jaw.

you shiver as you kiss her back the same way, this time more hungry, less delicate. ellie handles your face the way she wants, moving it to the side to deepen her assault on your mouth.

you feel your breath getting louder as the seconds pass, her grip getting stronger in your body. you shift in her lap, your chest against hers , chasing that proximity and more.

the moment ellie slips her tongue in your mouth you moan softly, breaking the kiss "sorry" you murmur, completely embarrassed

"too much?" she asks, placing a strand of hair behind your ear.

you shake your head "i just didn't expect it" you replie "what should i do if someone wants tongue?"

ellie ignores the needle of jealousy that pinch her at thinking about someone else kissing you "it's up to you. if you like kissing with tongue and the other person too then go ahead"

"i don't know if i like it" you make a face "it's kinda weird"

on impulse, ellie replies "do you want to keep trying?" you look at her "to see if you like it, i mean" she adds, awkward.

you hide a smile and nod, feeling ellies mouth the very next second, wasting no time.

this time she does the tongue thing again and you decided that you like it. it's all wet and warm, and a bit weird at first, but ellie plays with your mouth in a way that makes you melt.

her hands navegate over the waist of your hoddie, trying to move you closer to her. you hug her by the neck, your fingers ghosting over her hair.

in the kiss, a weird feeling invades you. you feel weird, weird of kisssing your friend like this, of being sitting in her legs, of liking it. ellie grabs you and touch your face and kiss you and when she touch the exposed skin of your hip you realize that this wasn't a practice anymore.

"ellie" your murmur with agitated breath

and she understands, leaving your lips "sorry" her lips are red and swollen

you make an awkward smile and get off her lap, instantly missing her warm essence. you see how ellie plays with her fingers, nervous

you watch the laptop, the movie still on. outside is snowing. you feel warmth in places that you shouldn't.

"how did i do it?" you ask playfully, trying to lighten the atmosphere

ellie catch your intention and shrug her shoulders, making a funny face "i had better"

you laugh and push his shoulder lightly, pulling the blankets off her bed "i say the same thing"

"yeah, i bet that boy from when you were twelve kissed you better" she jokes and you throw a pillow to her face one more time.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie wiliams #the last of us #ellie williams fanfic #ellie x fem reader #ellie the last of us #tlou #tlou2

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ghostykapi · 8 months ago

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do you miss my name (said it between your breaths)

park jihyo & fem!reader

hi can i get an order of sapphics being sapphics and an extra shot of panic?

it’s a saturday today

while any other saturday is just as good to you, this is a very special saturday

all because today you are going to indulge yourself and go to a sapphic event

you were nervous, the bones were rattling, the teeth chattering, your breathing coming in short breaths, and your right leg bouncing up and down.

it was saturday, and you are going to faint at the bare thought of potentially seeing a goddess tonight.

just a week ago you were excited, remembering the happy gasp you had made when you saw the event promotion through instagram. you had barely gotten the last slot, which meant to you it was a sign to finally to venture out more

when the days before started to come by, it starts to hit you bit by bit, well until today. you sitting down on your bed, overthinking what to even wear

it doesn’t help that your style is typically like a college student, baggy sweatpants and a hoddie as your style from day to day when clocking off work. your friends barely threw any parties or celebrations too, so the most presentable outfit was a pair of slacks, a button up white long sleeve, paired with your leather shoes.

oh you are so doomed

but today is saturday, and sana is always looking for people to makeover on saturdays for fun

“hm” sana opens her closet, ruffling through the selection of dresses she wears “what do you feel about dresses?”

“not a fan but also not against it?” you are now sitting on sana’s bed, only now your leg won’t stay still out of habit “i mean it would be nice if it was long and flowy”

sana is still ruffling, and is now opening her drawers nearby to look at for more options

“was there a theme?”

“no not really, they just said like it was like a get together and you can talk and wine and paint?”

“paint? oooohh aren’t you a lover girl—oh what do you feel about dresses that show your back—ah no wait, it’s painting and wine, not really the right dress”

“yeah i mean it’s happening at that that thai restaurant downtown. the one that’s selling like those really good milkteas that i only knew now”

“psh you are such a loser, i love you but those milkteas have been there since like 5 months ago when i took tzuyu on a date”

“don’t you mean when my sister got stood up and you sped your way there?”

“shut up” sana shushes you, simply throwing you her floral dress, your eyes questioning the the fact that it’s a backless dress. a pretty floral dress that can kill

you look back up at her, already knowing she won’t take no for an answer despite what she said earlier

so yeah it’s saturday, sana is dressing you up. making sure you look the prettiest in that event. her gushing and tzu’s voice over the facetime reassuring a bit of your worries

jihyo on the other hand, totally isn’t stressing out. her outfit planned, ironed out on her bed. her new boots, which momo took courtesy of wearing it out with nothing but hands and stairs, already ready by the door.

“aren’t you excited for tonight” momo says over breakfast, observing jihyo across the table “more excited you’ve ever been since your last gig”

“i know i’m kind of shaking” jihyo laughs, and if momo notices the shakiness of it, she doesn’t comment or acknowledge it “it’s been a while”

momo doesn’t really continue the topic, knowing how long since jihyo has indulged in this kind of stuff. 5 years of focusing on the band and work made jihyo uninterested in any kind of romantic relationship or even simple dates.

“mhm and sana says she wants to do a girls night, so i won’t be home, probably going to crash at nayeon’s place if she gets too drunk” momo tells her, already giving away the apartment for the night “if jeongyeon will even let them drink”

jihyo barely thinks that someone might come home with her tonight, she doesn’t want to bring someone home in the first place. so she only replies with a muffled ‘okay’ before munching down the rest of her breakfast

so simple saturday for jihyo, a little excited, a little worried, but honestly it’s wine and paint and yummy food. she isn’t too worried or anxious

so someone explain to her why when it hits five p.m., when she’s in front of the restaurant, the organizers are happily ushering her in, her breath gets stuck in her throat as she notices how much other sapphics are there already

she’s looking around, taking notes at every person she sees, even the ones who stare at her for too long that she’s sporting a blush on the tip of her ears

it’s early, jihyo knows that, but when you walk in before it hits six p.m., she feels like she’s being sucker punched over the table she’s sitting at

you’re barely any better, but god sana was having so much fun with your makeup that it leaves most of the attendees double taking on you. the backless floral dress is a bold choice, but having half of the venue gawking at how you look makes you feel shy

nervous, excited, anxious. those were what both of you were feeling and yet—

when you see her, your throat goes dry at how she looks. sporting in a simple fit tank top, a leather jacket, dark baggy jeans and killer boots, you contemplate if you want her or to be her

when she sees you, she thinks she’s been blessed by sappho herself. the dress is stunning yes, but the way you smile, the way your eyes keep her from looking away, your glow under the warm lights

this isn’t love at first sight

this is finally finding someone who you might be your soulmate

the organizers wisk you away though, towards the registration booth and jihyo has to blink the stars out of her eyes before nursing her wine again. her nerves finally showing her what it means to get curious, excited and anxious all at the same time

she keeps her eyes on you, the way you smile and chat with the registration team. the way your hair drapes over your shoulders, the way your laugh sounds like an angel’s call, the way your back flexes those subtle muscles that makes everyone know that you work out

she doesn’t look away even when you take your stub and claim your free wine, giggling at that tall organizer that’s too close to you. that pesky ugly (she isn’t jihyo is just jealous) one that is trying to charm you away

so jihyo does what future you thinks is adorable and future her thinks is so stupid

“i think you don’t need to tell this pretty lady the same pick up line you use and fail for every person you met tonight”

you turn around and face jihyo, who’s eyes are glaring at the organizer, who’s stuttering a response. her hands barely ghosting over your waist, claiming you away from them.

not that you mind anyway her hands stayed there the entire night

she barely lets the organizer have a coherent reply, as she leads you towards her table, her heart racing as you laugh at the organizer’s defeated face. her brain itching to get more of that kick, more of your happiness out loud

“the pick up line isn’t that bad” you tell jihyo, your voice having the power to make jihyo fall on her knees

“no you don’t understand it’s been, what 30 minutes of her trying the same pickup line? on over 29 other women? i need her to stop and you don’t deserve that” jihyo lets you sit down, your breath hitching at how much you catch yourself enjoying much of jihyo’s undivided attention to you

“yeah? well” you try to look at her eyes properly, you really do. it’s just when she tilts her head and lets some strands of hair cover her eyes, you fond yourself looking away, knowing that she now resembles a look of a puppy “thank you for saving me then”

“anything for a pretty girl” what is jihyo even saying? momo would point and laugh at her right now if she were here, but she isn’t. it’s you who’s here and it’s you who blushes and ducks her head

so you both finally talk, despite the fact that you both are a mess, on this beautiful saturday evening. the organizers give out painting materials and the items you both want to paint. her’s being an ash tray despite being a non-smoker and yours being a a small woman’s bust, just to add decor in your home.

conversation flows, sharing hobbies, favorite food, travel spots, respective jobs, recommended music genres, best recipes for drinks, niche interests.

even then jihyo notices when the paint gets on your arm, her hands moving before she can think

“here let me” she basically focused on only you, barely on the ash tray she chose to paint. her hands already gently wiping the paint on your arm and her body inching closer towards yours

it’s only then you realize that she’s so close to your face when she looks up, your breaths tangling in the air, your lips only a few inches apart

“mhm” so close she is so close, but much to your disappointment, one of the organizers comes by to check on your progress, effectively making jihyo pull away a respectable arm’s reach before reassuring that everything is going well bb

damn were you expecting a kiss?

you don’t know how to even explain it

still you find that her company is nice, her jokes are good and makes you laugh, that she’s attentive and helps you remember to paint carefully, her smile now finally engraved in your head.

so when the paint dries, you get some food, you can’t deny that you’re into her. the way she smiles at every delighted sound as you eat, the way she becomes ‘angry’ with every bite, the way she wipes away any food or sauce near your lips with her thumb, her eyes lingering a bit too long for you to deny it.

so dinner is also good, amazing even, because wow you just learned that the world is small, and your roommate is apparently childhood friends with her roommate. so the only thing keeping you both from meeting each other any time sooner is because she’s so busy

jihyo also find this whole experience amazing, because she’s managed to keep you giggly this entire time, she’s now a person closer to seeing you again and again, she can take you out for coffee every weekend when she has to drag momo to sana for their weekly hangouts.

oh and yeah the food gets paid by jihyo. even if you protest it goes in vain, and she teases you to simply return the favor next time.

“next time?” you playfully scoff, walking towards the exit with jihyo, your arms linked together, eyes once more on you in either with happiness or in envy “what makes you think of a next time”

she opens the door for you, and leads you out of the prying eyes of others, but it doesn’t matter. not when you both only have it on each other

“i just know sweet girl” jihyo is cocky, but she’ll make you love this side of her more and more you see her “i just know”

KA-BOOM

the sound of thunder redirects both of you to look up at the sky, the rain pouring down on the city. both of you completely forgetting to check the weather app before leaving

“i forgot my umbrella” you look up at the sky, the lightning flashes dancing around, indicating that rain is all night. maybe even until the morning

jihyo also looks up, the first drops of rain splattering down at the side walk in front of them. it doesn’t get any of you wet, but she looks at you, and notices your eyes dimming at the thought of rain and no umbrella

“i can drive you home” jihyo says without a thought

“oh you’re so sweet but i really don’t want to bother you. it’s late and i don’t want to overstep anything”

“nonsense” she’s already wrapping her jacket around you, you’re breath hitching at how looking up at her is changing your brain “i have to make sure this gorgeous girl gets home safe”

she runs off to her car across the street before you can even reply, gawking at how bold she is and how much you are enjoying it. one hand holding both of your bags with your art works inside, and the other holding the leather jacket to keep you warm.

you barely have to wait a minute on the entrance of the restaurant, when jihyo returns, the large clear umbrella enough to keep you dry. she helps you stand up, zip up the jacket and pats down your dress.

she’s already grabbing your things before you can argue, shushing you up and leading both of you towards her car, which she drives you home with all the songs you tell her sounds nice, and her hand holding yours over the gear stick.

“i had fun tonight” you guys arrive at your apartment building, your fantasy coming to an end “especially with you”

jihyo doesn’t want this dream to stop

so she does what her heart tells her to.

in the future, she tends to flush red at the remembrance that she leaned too far and has to tilt her head up, just to kiss you. her hands resting gently on your waist and your arms on top of her shoulders, leaving you both star struck

“is that ok?” jihyo is nervous when she pulls away and looks at you, eyes closed and lips parted, tempting her to go for another kiss

“mhm” she melts when you open your eyes and give her a smile, the one that punches her in the gut “can i get another one? preferably right now and another one on my couch”

#twice x reader #twice scenarios #twice imagine #twice imagines #twice fluff #twice reactions #park jihyo #park jihyo imagine #park jihyo reactions #park jihyo scenarios #park jihyo x reader

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shegatsby · 1 day ago

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Silent Obsession

Summary; After he became a civilian Bucky's mind, body and soul was trying to adapt to his new life. He swore to himself that he was going to live the rest of his life alone, until he saw her. His distroted mind and broken soul ached to be with her, to be around her all the time. Could he manage it or ruin it for both of them?

A/N: Hello guys! Not me being consistent lol! I'm enjoying this very much and I hope you do too. Let me know what you think.

TAG LIST IS OPEN!

Warnings: Dark Romance. Stalking.

Words: 2.691K

Chapter Two

It had been a week since the game night, Sam had mentioned a mission coming up, it wasn’t soon but Sam didn’t have to hear him say yes, he was always ready for a mission. A mission was an only thing that made Bucky comfortable, he had been so use to being a soldier and a killing machine that it made his mind calm and relaxed, he liked planning and following the plan, getting the bad guys behind bars or under the ground was something he knew how to do, getting a new life? That was something else. He had woken up in cold sweat, on the floor of his living room, he had a thin blanked on him, covering his bare chest and he could feel his dog tags stuck to his wet chest, he was hyper-aware of the sweat, the dog tags, his navy blue shorts and the blanket on him, he sat breathing heavily.

He woke up before his alarm which was set to 6 am. It was 5.38 in the morning, the nightmare felt too real, as if he were there pulling the trigger. He huffed and got to his feet, he marched to his bathroom to start the day a bit early. As he took a shower with warm water his mind drifted to the girl he had seen 2 days ago. Was she also getting ready for work or was it a day off? His mind already making a plan to ride the bike near her workplace, maybe Mrs. Rodriguez needed groceries and he could pick them up, on his way he could also take a tour around a certain flower shop. He left the shower, dried himself with a towel and walked to the bedroom to get dressed. He wore a dark grey hoddie, black pants, boots and leather jacket with leather gloves. Alpine was content, not moving a muscle on the couch, he put some cat food and water in her bowls and got his house and bike keys from the kitchen counter, ‘’See you later Alpine.’’ He said and rubbed her head before he left his apartment. He first knocked on Mr. Nakajima’s door, they were on the same floor, ‘’I’m coming!’’

he heard the old man’s yell, he was moving slow due to his age. Mr. Nakajima answered the door with a grumpy look as usual, ‘’Hey Mr. Nakajima, I’m heading out do you need anything that I can get you?’’ every time Bucky saw the old guy he felt this sour feeling in his stomach, the sour feeling of regret and punishment. Bucky was punishing himself, in his mind he murdered Mr. Nakajima’s innocent son and Bucky had to pay the price, to him it didn’t matter if he was a brainwashed solider at the time. ‘’No, thank you but do ask Mrs. Rodriguez.’’ He was a simple man with few words, didn’t like to talk too much and always straight to the point, Bucky saw himself in him. ‘’Will do. Have a great day.’’ And the door shut to his face.

He used the stairs as usual and reached Mrs. Rodriguez’s door and knocked softly, soon the old lady answered, ‘’James!’’ her brown eyes got brighter with seeing him, ‘’Such a handsome face to start my day.’’ She added and Bucky smirked, ‘’I have some errands to run, do you need anything from outside?’’ The old lady smiled kindly, ‘’Ah, you’re a life saver James. I need eggs and flour. Here let me get my purse.’’ But Bucky stopped her, ‘’Please Mrs. Rodriguez, I’ll get back with those soon. You always share what you bake so let me.’’ He raised his gloved hands in protest, he learned from his ma that he should be a gentleman and help women all the time. ‘’Dear James! You’re such a sweet boy, not many left like you these days.’’ She looked sentimental, maybe she remembered the times where men were real men. ‘’See ya later.’’ Bucky said and headed to the stairs again to leave the building. He didn’t have any errands to run, he just needed and excuse, an excuse so that he could justify his actions to his rational side of his brain. He got onto his bike, these past 7 days all he could think about was her. Her kind smile, skillful hands, soft demeanor, she represented everything he wasn’t and that draw his attention, on his bike he tried to focus on the road, his first stop was the market, he got some flour and eggs and then he left the market, few blocks down was the Floral Fantasia, his main goal. In his one hand he was carrying the bag and marching the pavement like a soldier in his heavy boots. A man on a mission. As he saw the place his heart started to beat faster than normal, the shop was open, it was 2 pm, the city was busy per usual. Cars and bikes were passing by, life was flowing for everyone around him. A kid passed, probably 7 or 8 years old, holding his mother’s hand and in his other hand he had candy, they stopped at the lights, the kid looked up to Bucky, his green eyes went wide, Bucky knew the kid recognized him. He was wearing a Captain America t-shirt of course he knew who was the Cap’s childhood best friend. Even though Bucky’s hair was short and he covered his metal arm at all times his face was the same, he had to leave before the kid made a scene but something happened that he couldn’t understand. The kid with green eyes smiled at him ear to ear and then his mother urged him to walk. He froze for a second, didn’t know what to do and then he saw the green light so he walked. His feet took him to the shop like a trained memory even though he had been here once. Carefully he pushed the door and walked in, the bell rang as he got inside, the same fresh smell hit his nose and his distorted and dark mind associated the sweet scent with her. This time she wasn’t at the back, she was at the front, behind the cash register and her head lifted as soon as she heard the door being opened and that damn beautiful smile, deep down he knew that she had to smile like this to everyone who came in and it didn’t sit right with him. She was wearing blue jeans, a bit baggy, maybe she had lost some weight but

didn’t buy a new pair, and she had a white tank top and a blue shirt on top, her golden name tag on her left side, Y/N… what a name, a certain feeling of possessiveness washed over him, he wanted no one but himself to say her name. His eyes wandered on her chest and up her face. ‘’Hello Sir, how may I help you?’’ she asked with that soft voice, he approached, he placed the bag he was carrying on the white counter and he leaned on it with his two hands, towering over her, with broad shoulders, ‘’I would like to have a bouquet of red roses please.’’ He said with a flat tone but his eyes weren’t flat at all. His ocean eyes found her Y/E/C eyes and dared her to look at him directly. The other girl was watching the scene unfold and didn’t make a sound. ‘’Of course.’’ She nodded and Bucky noticed the pink dust on her cheeks, his eyes followed her every move. She got the roses and everything she needed to make that bouquet, Y/N noticed the flour and eggs inside the bag, ‘’Do you bake?’’ she asked out of curiosity, he didn’t look the type, with her question he paused, observing her first, was she interested? Maybe or maybe not. Her hair falling from her shoulders and covering the side of her face, he wanted to reach and tuck a strand behind her ear and he had to struggle with himself to not do it. ‘’No.’’ he said and then the stillness followed, she looked up for a second to meet his gaze and when he didn’t continue explaining she lowered her head to do her job, he felt bad, very very bad. ‘’Uh- a neighbor of mine does. She needed the ingredients.’’ He shortly explained and it made her look at him again, if it meant that him talking would make her look at him, Bucky would never shut up, even though that wasn’t characteristic of him at all. ‘’How kind of you to get her groceries.’’ She commented and for once in years Bucky blushed, he lowered his head, he didn’t know what to do with that strange heat in his cheeks. He bit his bottom lip in desperation. ‘’Please praise me more..’’ his mind begged in silence, even though this was the second time he saw her, Bucky knew he was getting hooked but in silent obsession.

‘’All done.’’ She announced later, till then he noticed he watched her like a predator and to their audience it must have been a good show. ‘’That’ll be 40 dollars.’’

Bucky reached to his wallet inside his leather jacket, got 40 USA dollars and extended to her with his non metal hand again, just to feel that tiny touch through his gloved hand. A sudden rush of worry washed his entire body when he saw a red hand mark on her delicate wrist, and then rage followed. His blue eyes looked at the bruise and then up at her pretty eyes, she realized what was happening and quickly got the money and placed it on the cash register. ‘’Have a great day Sir.’’ She said with a quick breath, ‘’Thank you. You too.’’ He said slowly as his mind was contemplating on what to do. He got the roses and his bag and then unwillingly left the flower shop.

Why did she have a bruise on her wrist?

Why did she look apologetic as if it was her fault?

Did she fell or…

He didn’t want to think further, he placed the things on his bike’s small compartment and got onto the bike, the Harley’s engine was heard by the girls inside the flower shop and he rode the bike, not knowing a pair of pretty eyes watching from the window of the shop. On his way back home his mind didn’t give him a rest, he exhaled deeply as he parked his Harley and got his things, with a stern look he got inside the building, climbed up the stairs to Mrs. Rodriguez’s door and knocked. The woman was surprised again, she didn’t expect Bucky to give her another bouquet of red roses but she was happy, thanked him so many times and promised to keep baking for him. Her presence gave him comfort and he liked that. Later he climbed up to his place and unlocked the door, Alpine greeted him with meows and rubbing herself on his legs, he closed his door behind him and locked it. ‘’Hey baby girl.’’ He greeted, he was grateful that he had Alpine, she was the one who kept him alive and gave him a reason to wake up every morning and recently there was another reason to wake up from his nightmares... as Bucky remembered her he remembered the mark on her wrist. He flung himself on the couch which was covered in Alpine’s white fur but he didn’t mind.

‘’Come here sweet girl.’’ And Alpine jumped on his lap, he removed his gloves and started petting her, she was purring and he loved the sound of that. ‘’It’s stupid.’’ He found himself taking to his non verbal cat, ‘’Why do I even care? She is no one to me..’’ he was rather chatty today. Alpine was rubbing herself and body on his palm and meowing softly as if she was trying to give her ideas, he chuckled, ‘’I’m going insane aren’t I Alpine?’’ He got up and looked at his silver watch on his wrist that was non vibranium. It was 6 pm, he was hungry and decided to eat outside. There was a small Japanese place nearby, a place he usually went with Mr. Nakajima but tonight he wanted to go alone and eat some sushi, maybe a bowl of ramen. He liked Asian food and even though that place was small it was the best. He never trusted big restaurant chains because the food was mediocre in those places, however in small business, especially a family restaurant had the most tastiest dishes. ‘’Alright alright, I’ll get you something extra!’’ he protested to Alpine who was protesting as he left his flat.

The place was crowded and it was easy to blend in the crowd, a trick from his Winter Soldier times. It was a rather dark place with small dark brown tables and a bar place, one could see the chef making the dishes behind the bar, the delicious smell of soy sauce made his stomach growl, he sat behind. It was an old style restaurant where they had a menu book and order, he liked it very much. He decided to order a plate of sushi and a beer so he raised his hand, the waitress and she was also the bartender Leah came to get his order, they got used to each other, he was a regular customer here. ‘’Where is your pal?’’ she asked smiling, ‘’Oh, he was tired so you have me.’’ He replied and gave is order, ‘’Thank you.’’ Didn’t forget to thank her, the service workers were the backbone of this country and he was careful to treat them with respect.

He could hear half Japanese and half English words from the customers, most were also regular, he could speak Japanese thanks to his training under HYDRA he could speak so many languages. They were talking about mundane life problems, how they’re paying their mortgage, their kids and wives, the restaurant had mostly male customers so topics were sports, their wives and kids and their debts. He felt an outsider every time he heard the conversations, he never had a wife to complain about, hell he didn’t even have a proper long term relationship, yes he was popular among the ladies back then but mostly short term and then the war happened, the rest was history. Now he was 106, didn’t look like it but felt like it in his every fiber. His order came as he was thinking about his life and having a crisis, he thanked again to Leah. ‘’Let me know if you need anything else.’’ He nodded and she walked away. As he took his first bite he imagined Y/N sitting before her, eating together, it was such a simple daydream but felt so far away and out of reach.. he shook his head and focus on his plate.

It was maybe around 9 pm when he left the restaurant, he had few beers and talked to couple of guys, ‘’Damn, I forgot!’’ he talked to himself, he promised Alpine to get her a treat so he hopped on his bike and rode to nearest convenient store.

He walked inside the store, no one was around, it was getting late. He walked the aisles and found a treat for Alpine and marched to the front to pay and he dropped the can. It was her, now she had a blue uniform, a name tag again and she also froze when she saw him but she was the one who quickly shook her head and smiled, ‘’How may I help you?’’ said looking up at him, Bucky picked up the metal can and placed it on the counter, she scanned it, ‘’That’ll be 5 dollars.’’ She replied, his mind was hazy. He gave the 5 dollar bill, ‘’Thank you. Have a great night.’’ She smile and said, but he could see the realization in her pretty eyes. ‘’Thank you.’’ He managed to say and left in hurry.

Thank you for reading. :)

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ubtendo · 6 months ago

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If you are still taking art requests: Frost in a pink cat girl hoodie, on anyone else the hoodie would look stupid but it suits him somehow

I'm not sure if you had a specific hoddie in mind, so I drew just a random design (the hoddie sort of got drowned out by the pose anyway😶‍🌫️)

But anyway, yeah, yeah it does fit him

(Also sorry if it sort of looks rushed, not home this weekend and I really wanted to finish this before tomorrow, hope you like it anyway)

#once upon a witchlight #ouaw #ouaw fanart #morning frost #legends of avantris #loa #dnd #fanart #my art #digital art #art request

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brendaareiss · 4 months ago

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Andre as a boyfriend headcanons pls‼️‼️

He surely would be the worst boyfriend ever. His bpd doesn't help either.

-He would be SUPER toxic and controlling

- He's the type of guy to not let his girlfriend wear revealing clothes

-if he's angry enough he would hit her. I'm sorry. "His mother taught him better" he doesn't care. If he's angry he would hit anyone and anything. He wouldn't beat her up though, he only beats up guys.

- He's a manly macho man. So he would be the one to pay when he and his girlfriend went to a restaurant for example, he would give his hoddie to her if she's cold, he would drive her around...

- Love bombing

- He would barely hang out with her, the first months he would see her everyday, but as time passes, he would hang out less and less with her.

- He's the type of guy to buy her girlfriend pads, tampons, chocolate and plushies when she's on her period.

- Flower giver. Yes.

- At the begging of the relationship he would be a gentleman.

- His girlfriend would understand why no girl at school likes him.

- He's a jerk. If he doesn't get his way, he'll be pissed asf. When you ask him, he'll simply say: it's nothing.

- Housewife ☝🏻. He's super misogynist, he's the first one to say "women belong in the kitchen!" but then, he's the one who cleans up the entire house and cooks.

- A wholesome one is that he really likes being the big spoon and holding his loved one in his arms

- if his girlfriend ended up marrying him, he would become the beer dad type of body. He loves beer, he can't help it

- He would act super tough in front of her to impress her

- He wouldn't let her do some things because "she's a woman"

- If they hung out with Cal, Andre's girlfriend would be ignored. They would even do the kind of "jokes" they did in the movie in front of her (the "touch my box" joke).

- He'd be super pissed if his girlfriend talked to him like she would talk to her friends 😭

- When he does something wrong, he doesn't apologize. He would give her gifts, but he would never apologise and would never admit that he was wrong.

- She wouldn't know about zero day.

#zero day #cal gabriel #zero day 2003 #calvin gabriel #zeroday #caldre #zero day movie #andre kriegman #zd 2003

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hanniedraw · 5 months ago

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EVERYONE WELCOME...!!

LUCIA FLOQUET!!!!!!

I've been brainstorming for two days on how to word my thoughts out, specifically for step 2.......

At 10 years old Lucia Floquet moved to Golden all the way from France, she was skeptical with the whole moving out from the continent. But how much worse could it be? She barely bat an eye back in France, not having much friends, when people come up to her she ignores them. But she'll definitely miss the pastries, especially the mille-feuille. Those are her favorites. (Mille-feuille are French pastries that has three layers of puff pastry and two layers of pastry cream. And on top icing sugar or fondant. You can add jam or fruits.)

Lucia is a cis girl — but that's only in step 1. With a few doubts here in there still back in step 1.

If Lucia tolerates you enough, she can be a playful and teasing — if you're a girl. Lucia is the complete opposite. Hell, won't knowledge you once and if she did she'll just be plain with you. Even if you knew her since diapers she'll act as if you two are just neighbors, that's all you'll get.

THE RELATIONSHIP WITH THE LEADS!!!!!

Whenever you would ask Lucia about love, she'll look at you weird.

When Tamarack Baumann popped out of the leaves, Lucia was caught off guard was an understatement, but she tought Tamarack was so pretty, and so she blurted it out and quickly got embarrassed right after, but Tamarack just compliment her back plus her bow. Which Lucia complimented back with her hair tie.

They bonded very easily and attached to the hip! It was easier since they we're both girls, Lucia tought.

When she saw Qiu Lin up at his "hideout", she liked his hoodie, but quickly got annoyed by his personality and ignored him half the time. But as time passes she slowly started to tolerate him.

(

When I was making her outfit I found this one rlly pretty and it suited them)

Gender dysphoria warning!! Read at ur own risk.

Lu personality did a whole 180° when they stepped into teenage hood.

Lu is no more a polite person, barely talks and is biting in general.

Not comfortable being called a "miss" anymore and people calling them their old name just icks her, deciding to shorten it sound it doesn't sound too 'feminine' but that's not their government name, just a nickname. And in this step they go by she/they, but feels less uncomfortable with 'they'.

In their room, when they we're twelve they used to have a mirror in the corner but now it's covered, not feeling comfortable with their look and how their body looked, more specifically their chest and would only wear baggy clothes with two baggy sweater under their hoddie to cover it up.

Their hair was annoying too, it grown over the years and people would come up and braid it for fun and compliment it. Lu we're grateful and happy for the compliments but they found it annoying and triggering when their strand of hair would rest on the back of their neck, feeling like carrying weight on their back which is why they put it up in a bun or ponytail most of the time.

Once they were home alone they really could take it anymore and still in their mind, they decided to cut their hair and that felt like the weight was finally off their shoulder and they could finally breath in peace. And asked their mom if they could them dye their hair.

(their hair went trought it all)

They're still best friends with Tee of course, going on walks in the forest and Lu talking about their gender, talking about they don't feel comfortable with their own skin and not feeling like someone.

And with Qiu? Their relationship grew between their years, knowing Autumn can count on them and they can do in return.

(Also why do people think they're dating or or something??)

BUT THE RAIN DOESN'T FALL FOREVER BABY!!!!!!

Lucas can proudly call themselves a man with he/him pronous but won't mind they/them. After tough battles of the storm the clouds dissipate from the side and the sun shine. He finally feels comfortable with his own skin.

Relationship with Tee? Yeah uhm, they're siblings. Can't tell anyone or them otherwise.

And Qiu? Uhmm....

Yeah so, Lucas knows what he's feeling for Qiu, and what he felt when he still battling. He actually likes them. Like, a lot..a lot, lot. But is scared to commit, scared to destroy the friendship in between of them. Everyone has to suffer and often encourage the other to just give hints and confess but Lucas rather shit himself than 'ruin' what's good between them.

WHOOOOOHOOOO there he is!! Btw he's the mc that I was talking about when I introduced Mariana :3 Thank you for taking your time to read this and have a great day/afternoon/night!!

#my writing #olnf rambles #olnf oc #olnf mc #our life: now & forever #our life now & forever #our life now and forever #olnf qiu #olnf tamarack #olnf Lucas #transgender #transmasc #:33333

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dramagodesss · 10 days ago

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Ruthless - jj maybank x oc

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chapter eight : jealousy jealousy

It was aready afternoon, and the blue pearl was as boring as usual. Camille had spent all they long thinking about jj — how couldn't she? that same morning, he had been whimpering her name, his hands gripping her wavy golden hair, his cheeks flushed, glimmering blue eyes staring right at hers—

a buzz on her apron stoped her brain from continuing to have those falshbacks.

Camille took her phone out, seein a notification from no one else than Sarah Cameron.

Camille smiled at the screen. She was happy to spend some time with Sarah. At the end of the day, they hadn't seen each other in a year— which was something that Sarah understood. After Camille found out about Rafe keeping Logan's infidelity a secret, she completely dissapeared. The betrayal hurt her bad, specially because she was already in a bad place, grieving the death of her best friend when she found out about rafe being a liar.

So Sarah just let her.

She let her pull away, completly dissapear and act like that summer hadn't existed.

But when she saw that wavy long blonde hair wiggle around the blue pearl and felt the scent of coconut she knew it was her— and she felt the need to reconect with her. She felt like she owed her. Camille had no idea of how much Sarah had thought about how the fact that the green eyed girl had vanished was her fault— after her fallout with Kiara, she couldn't think of anything else. Sarah only realized how lonely she felt after Camille and Kiara were no longer by her side. Yes, she did have friends (she was the kook princess, ofcourse she had friends,) but it all felt so fake.

So when Camille happily agreed to hang out with her that day at the blue pearl, a ray of hope filled her body. Maybe she could finally get that feeling— that summer back.

In the other hand, even if she played it cool, Camille was traumatized. Her best friend, the girl she had spent her entire life with, growing, changing, and evolving, had taken her own life. She had left her. Not accidentaly, like her dad. Voluntarely. And Camille blamed herself for it. Day and night.

Whenever she was around the pogues— when the warm familiar feeling of home wrapped around her, comforting her like a hot shower after a freezing day, she would remember. The fear, the angst and the insecurity would come back to her like a slap on her face. What if they leave? what if they stop liking me? what if...?

that word reverborated all over her head.

what if...?

but she just shook her head and tried to pull away from the thought— she had learnt it the hard way. Everytime she felt all those thougts and emotions hover over her, she would think about what she had learnt after grieving the death of the two most important people on her life : enjoy it while it lasts. with that on her mind, she would just laugh at whatever they were saying. just enjoy it now that you can.

Sarah and her had been great friends, and Camille's heart warmed when she thought of the idea of getting close as they used to— she was also a bit terrified— the possibility of being abandoned by another loved one made her guts twitch, but as she always did, she pulled the thought aside and put on her brightest smile. Camille had become a great liar and pretender.

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After a much needed warm shower, Camille felt the coconut scent fill up her bathroom— it had become a signature scent of hers. She put on a navy blue top, some shorts and a loose hoddie— obviously jj's. It had become a habit of hers to keep taking his clothes and just not giving them back until they lost his scent, quickly exchanging it for another. It could seem creepy for some people, but jj seemed to love it, and so did Camille.

As Camille walked barefoot towards the beach she let out a loud and sweet "Hey S!" The blonde girl turned her head, quickly walking towards her with her arms wide open.

Sarah wrapped her arms around Camille's figure. "Hey pretty! how was your day?" she asked as she took a step back.

"Way fucking better now that I have seen you in that bikini-"

Sarah cut her with a grin on her face. "Oh my god Cami shut up" Camille just laughed at the upcoming blush that filled her cheeks. "you haven't changed a bit, huh?" asked Sarah, with a teasing tone.

"Oh c'mon, what's a friendship without a lil lesbianism here and there?" she mumbled, acting offended.

Sarah just shook her head as she lauged. she flopped down onto the sand beside Camille, tucking her legs under herself. "Seriously though, how have you been? We haven't had one of our life-update talks in forever."

Camille sighed dramatically, stretching her arms above her head. "Ugh, I know. Tragic, really. My life's been… chaotic, to say the least."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? Spill."

Camille smirked, leaning closer. "Well, for starters, I may or may not have made out with a certain blonde delinquent at my place the other night. And this morning too, actually."

Sarah gasped, eyes wide. "JJ?!"

Camille nodded. "Yep"

"JJ as in JJ Maybank??" she asked again.

Camille laughed, nudging her playfully. "No, JJ from ballet— ofcourse JJ Maybank!"

Sarah scoffed. "Are you kidding me?? i didn't know you were hooking up with him! This is groundbreaking. Revolutionary." She grabbed Camille’s hand dramatically. "Tell me everything."

Camille rolled her eyes but couldn't help the grin on her face. "Okay, okay. So yesterday, it was late, and he showed up at my place, and, well… one thing led to another. We kissed. A lot."

Sarah wiggled her eyebrows. "And?"

Camille shrugged, feigning innocence. "And nothing, Sarah. We didn't— I mean, it almost got a little... heated, but he pulled back. Said he wanted to do things right, take it slow."

Sarah's expression softened. "Oh my God. JJ Maybank wanting to take things slow? That is literally the cutest thing ever."

Camille sighed, playing with a strand of her hair. "Yeah… it kinda was."

Sarah grinned. "You so like him."

Camille rolled her eyes. "I kinda do, yes"

"OH MY GOD THIS IS LIKE SO SO CUTE!" she yelled.

"Okay girl chill— what about you? are you with anyone? or still sexy single?" she asked all smiley.

"I'm with Topper, actually" she replied, Camille's smile twitching for a second. "What? why are you making that face?"

"What face?"

"That one!"

"what?- what are you talking about?"

"That thing that—" Sarah mocked her expression. "that weird face that you make!"

"I'm not making any weird face!" Camille replied "Well— okay I just— I wasn't expecting you to... yknow. date Topper"

"why?" asked sarah.

"I dunno I just never pictured the both of you together— well, he did gave you that look last summer"

"what look?" asked the girl, tilting her head.

"the I-wanna-eat-you look" sarah pushed camille "he did not!" she replied. "oh he sooo did" sarah just laughed it off.

"oh, wanna come see my house?" asked Camille, a sweet smile drawn on her face. "oh my god yes!" sarah replied as she started picking up her stuff. "its so cool that you live on your own"

"yeah, its pretty amazing" she replied, the sun glazing her soft features.

"does you mom help you pay rent and everything?" sarah questioned, pulling a loose shirt over her body.

"uhhh Joe does— the guy she just married. I pay for groceries and everything, but Joe insisted on paying for electricity, gas, water and all that stuff— honestly he's so fucking welthy I don't even think he even notices when the bills come in" laughed Camille.

"well thats great, honestly" responded Sarah.

"Yeah, I mean, I don’t mind handling groceries and little stuff—makes me feel like an adult, y'know? But I won’t lie, having someone else cover the big stuff? Definitely makes life easier." Sarah slung her beach bag over her shoulder as they started walking toward the small beach house.

"Totally," Sarah agreed, adjusting her sunglasses. "I feel like if I had my own place, I'd just live off cereal and takeout."

Camille laughed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Honestly, same. I don’t cook unless I have to. JJ keeps trying to convince me to let him grill something in my backyard, but I feel like he'd just set the whole place on fire."

Sarah snorted. "He definitely would. But it’s sweet, though." She nudged Camille's arm. "You guys are cute together."

Camille rolled her eyes, but there was a smile tugging at her lips. "We’re not, like, a thing."

"Uh-huh," Sarah teased. "It's that one?" she asked, pointing at the blue house standing a few feet away from them.

"Yup" Camille said.

As they stepped into Camille’s beach shack, Sarah immediately gasped. "Oh my god, this is adorable."

Camille grinned, tossing her keys onto the small wooden table by the door. "Told you. It’s tiny, but it’s cozy."

The place had a warm, lived-in charm—string lights draped across the ceiling, surfboards propped up in the corner, and shelves lined with books, vinyl records, and little trinkets from the beach. The salty ocean breeze drifted through the open windows, and the sound of waves crashing in the distance made everything feel like a dream.

Sarah spun in a slow circle, taking it all in. "This is, like, the ultimate cool-girl setup. I’m obsessed."

Camille laughed, kicking off her sandals. "I love it. It’s quiet, and I can basically walk outside in my pajamas without judgment."

Sarah plopped onto the couch, running her fingers over the knitted throw blanket. "Ugh, I want this life."

"You literally live in a mansion," Camille teased, grabbing her overnight bag.

"Yeah, but it’s not a beach shack," Sarah shot back with a grin. "Speaking of, we should probably head there before my dad starts texting me, thinking I got kidnapped or something."

Camille rolled her eyes playfully. "Alright, alright. Let me just grab my bag."

After locking up, they hopped into Sarah’s Jeep, music blasting as they made their way to Tannyhill.

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By the time they got there, the sun was dipping below the horizon, casting golden light over the grand estate. Camille let out a low whistle as they pulled up. "Okay, yeah. This is not a beach shack."

Sarah laughed, shutting off the engine. "Welcome to the Cameron household."

Camille admired the huge house in front of her— she had been there before (of course she had) but all those times she had been too drunk to remember.

They grabbed their bags and headed inside, greeted by the familiar scent of ocean air mixed with expensive candles. The house was quiet, with only the distant sound of Rose talking on the phone somewhere upstairs.

Sarah led Camille up to her room, where fairy lights twinkled around the massive four-poster bed. "Alright, movie first or junk food first?" she asked, flopping onto the bed.

Camille smirked, dropping her bag on the floor. "Both. Obviously."

Sarah grinned. "I knew I liked you." a soft laugh left her rosy lips. "oh, I'm gonna take a quick shower— i'm like, full of sand and gross" she mumbled. Camille just replied with her usual soft smile and a little nod.

As Sarah disappeared into the bathroom, Camille flopped onto the bed, stretching out as she absentmindedly scrolled through her phone. She tapped on Instagram, watching the little loading circle spin before the stories popped up at the top.

She clicked through a few—random beach shots, someone’s dinner, Pope ranting about something dumb in his close friends’ story—until Kiara’s name appeared.

Camille tapped it, expecting to see another ocean sunset or a picture of a turtle, but instead—

A picture of JJ.

There was nothing out of the usual— just the usual reckless jj, doing a handstand (or at least attempting).

Camille wouldn't have thought much of it if she hadn't seen the caption : have you ever tried this one?

Camille blinked. It was literally the same thing Sarah had posted like two hours ago—except back then, she was the one doing the handstand.

She rewatched it, heart clinging as she slightly pressed her thumb to the screen. He was on the beach too—probably the exact same spot she had been in earlier.

She exhaled through her nose as she thought of what kiara had said earlier on the groupchat— i fucking hate her. So she replied to kiara's story.

locking her phone just as Sarah strolled back in, towel-drying her hair. "Alright, I declare it snack time—what’s up?"

Camille hesitated for half a second before shaking her head, forcing a casual smile. "Nothing. Just checking my phone."

Sarah narrowed her eyes, a wide grin on her face. "Aww is jj missing you already?"

Camille laughed, tossing a pillow at her. "Shut up and pick a movie."

As the movie played, Camille leaned back against the pillows, half-watching as Sarah scrolled through her phone, showing her something about who they were gossiping about. The cozy atmosphere was interrupted by a knock on the door before it swung open.

Wheezie stood there, arms crossed, giving Sarah her best annoyed little sister look. "Rose says you have to pick up your laundry or she’s gonna throw it in the trash."

Sarah groaned. "Ugh, I’ll get it later."

Wheezie raised a skeptical brow. "That’s what you said last time."

"Okay, fine," Sarah huffed, sitting up. "Anything else, Your Highness?"

Wheezie grinned, stepping inside fully now. "Yeah. Can I borrow your green sweater? The one you stole from me in the first place?"

Sarah narrowed her eyes. "You mean my green sweater?"

"Oh my God, Sarah—"

"Fine, fine. Just don’t stretch it out."

Wheezie beamed. "You’re the best." She turned to Camille. "Hi, by the way."

Camille smiled. "Hey, Wheeze."

"Okay, bye," Wheezie chirped before dashing out of the room, victorious with her reclaimed sweater.

Camille watched her go, then sighed, fiddling with the hem of her hoodie. "I wish Ally admired me like that."

Sarah’s smile faltered as she turned to face her. "Cam…"

Camille exhaled sharply. "It’s fine. I get why she doesn’t. She’s still pissed."

Sarah hesitated. "I mean… can you blame her?"

Camille shook her head. "No. I can’t. But it's also not my fault..."

Ally had every right to be angry. Their whole friendship had shattered the second Ally found out the truth—her dad had cheated on her mom with Camille’s mom. And even though Camille had nothing to do with it, the damage had been done.

"Don't worry. She’ll come around," Sarah offered gently.

Camille gave her a tight-lipped smile. "Yeah. Maybe."

But deep down, she wasn’t so sure.

Sarah shifted slightly on the bed, watching Camille carefully. “What about your mom? How are things with her?”

Camille immediately tensed, but she masked it with a casual shrug. “Same as always.”

Sarah frowned. “And always means…?”

Camille picked at a loose thread on her sleeve, keeping her gaze down. “It means we don’t talk much. Which, honestly, is probably for the best.”

Sarah didn’t say anything at first, just studying Camille like she was trying to read between the lines.

“She’s moved to that big ass house, right?”

“Yeah,” Camille said shortly, reaching for a piece of popcorn. “Living the dream with Joe. Fancy house, perfect life, all that.”

Sarah hesitated. “Do you, like… visit her much?”

Camille scoffed under her breath, popping the popcorn into her mouth. “Nope.” she softly chewed on the popcorn. "Just the usual once a week visit. That's it." she said after she had swallowed the salty snack.

Sarah was quiet for a moment, clearly debating whether or not to push. “I mean, does she even check in? Call you?”

Camille forced a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Joe does.”

arah frowned slightly, picking up on the shift in Camille’s tone. “And your mom?”

Camille shrugged, reaching for another handful of popcorn. “She’s… around, I guess.”

Sarah didn’t look convinced. “So, she doesn’t call?”

Camille exhaled through her nose, shaking her head. “Not really.”

Sarah hesitated, her voice a little softer now. “Cam, that’s kinda messed up.”

Camille let out a short, humorless laugh. “Yeah, well. It is what it is.” She tossed another piece of popcorn into her mouth, acting like the conversation didn’t bother her.

But Sarah saw right through it.

She wasn’t stupid—she knew Camille and her mom weren’t exactly close. But this? This was different. Camille wasn’t just annoyed with her mom. She was shutting down.

Sarah studied her for a second, debating whether to push further, but Camille was already flipping through movie options on the screen like the conversation never even happened.

"I think it's time to take that rum you mentioned earlier" Said the green eyed girl, looking at Sarah with a forced smile.

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OKKK THE NEW CHAPTER? POP OFF ITS FANTABULOUS

I loved it

Nameless here to make your day brighter 💜

OKAY THRAGG MAKING A MARRIAGE PROPOSAL???? (even if it was totally awkward)

I headcanon that lex and slade where making just grimacing in

"yo wtf this you say to my girl bff????"

Okay but cecil having the contingency plan for Batsis Being Debbi is so Real because even i would fold for my mother, Debbi is the real hero

Loved Damian being the rational one with

"i didn't like thia Thragg dude"

I need Damian redemption/Sorry arc with Jon please, also need Jason and Batsis meeting again and Jason being clingy over his baby sister, make the other suffer, I need Talia to start sending homemade stuff and sending it to Batsis in a way of being sorry (im just won over food) and Damian leaving her food offerings like sweets and that type of stuff,

YOU KNOE WHAT WOULD BE EVEN FUNNIER?!

Viltrumites are technically an ALIEN species, they dont get how stuff works on earth so imagine this, Thragg bei g the one 'interested' and being 0.000001% touched by human kindness for some random day he see one or two batsis's suitors giving her things, like food, pastries or i dunno a soft hoddie, and he starts believing that is the way of courting in thia planet so he starts also doing that but Thragg being Thragg obviously exagerates a lik bit, because he wants to show he's the better one the one Batsis should choose over the others (which still doesn't work) and Thragg unknown to hin enteres the competition for Batsis love.

ALSO WAIT I HAVE A QUESTIONNNNNNN

Are we having a Invincible war ARC?!?!

LIKE WITG TGE MULTIPLE MARKS?!

How aree they gonna be with batsis ?

Are we gonna know their backgrounds?

Do they even have a Batsis that tales care of them????

Is Batsis a multiversal constant?

Or does This Mark is the only one with a Batsis?!

Like does the Viltrumite Mark (the one without a mustache) has a Batsis ?

Or does sinister mark has a batsis?! Did he ate them??

Or....... Instead od an invincible war...... Its

The Sorceress War ARC?!

Whatever the plan may be i bet they're gonna be fine.....

Because

They are

*title card*

INVINCIBLE

-Nameless💜

HIII BESTIEEE LET'S GOOOO

Thragg has zero perception of Earth customs and is winging it based on the information of one viltrumite. (that is a romantic at heart and despite finding the internet and knowing so much more is feeding his prince what he wants for an enemies-to-lovers real life event. He is failing.)

Lex and Slade heard marriage and they noped the fuck out- even if there was the possibility of Thragg meaning some random Viltrumite with like Mark- nope- no- don't even want to think about it-

Cecil's contingency plan for Batsis being Debbie is mostly because he knows he can find some way for Nolan and Mark, I mean- hit them hard enough is an option- But the man has this pure part of paranoia about batsis that simply can't compute that she could be taken out by simply hitting hard enough, so emotional manipulation it is.

So uh- Jason is remeeting Batsis in ch 25 (❁´◡`❁) but sadly Damian is still grounded. This will happen- Jason will become a menace as will everyone else :)) (I, also, can be brought with food, so Talia using that will also happen)

:) :) :) You're going to find a little thing I did in ch 25 as a haha very on point to this. And now instead of an haha it will become a canon thing to Thragg, thank you. The backpacks will hate this man with an irrational, burning passion- the one thing they can all agree on.

WE ARE INDEED HAVING AN INVINCIBLE WAR ARC! They're not getting away from my grubby little hands- I even have a Mark that is a complete wildcard- not canon whatsoever- and I love him!

All of them have a dead YN(or most) they knew to some degree or another, one was just a friend, one was a bio sis, another one had a nemesis YN that is now MIA, etc etc. I just haven't decided on who's who- it'll probably be random tbh, based on vibes- Mustache!Mark will get bullied. The Viltrumite mustache will get made fun of so much in that chapter/those chapters.

#nameless anon #anon ask

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WC: 1.6k FEM!S62 + KAKUCHO, sfw. ⸺ Headcanons of the s62 as women, mainly general headcanons. CW: fem!izana, kakucho, mochi, muto, ran, rindou & shion. personal opinion, OOC characters (because i see both their canon version and their gb version different, so idc), kinda toxic behaviours in Izana & Ran parts. ALSO, the idols used are just to bring a clear image of how i see them, please don't make weird comments about the idols. Please tell me if I forgot something! English is not my first language pd: this is mainly general and safe headcanons, i obviously have more unhinge and nsfw hcs about them. I may post them on another occasion.

FEM!YASUHIRO MUTO.

— Hi, fem!muto is such an ethereal women. — Her name is Yoshino — She either would have pixie short hair or long straight hair, equally as beautiful with both of them. — Tall woman, like 175-7cm — She is that quiet and mysterious woman that is just so intriguing you need to know more of her. — Im sorry but chubby fem!muto is my whole reason of being, idgaf if he is canonically strong, this woman is chubby and so huggable. — I picture her wearing really yet feminine clothing, summer dresses are her favourite. — I imagine her also doing a lot of pen drawings when she is bored or has nothing else to do. — Makes AMAZING baked goods/bakery foods (idk the actual word) — Her fav season is autumn cause she loves the colours of the season. — Prefers tea over coffee although she knows how to make so many types of coffees. — She's a cutie as a girlfriend, would pamper you with cooking your favourite meals and with a lot of cuddles. — As a friend she that typical mom friend, always has the best advice, her purse is full of anything you may need. — Loves doing crocheting, she has made matching hoddies for the girls. — I fucking love her. — She speaks french. That's it. Its hot. — Her song is: Real Man - Beabadoobee — Similar idols: Miyeon (IDLE) & Jihyo (Twice)

FEM!RAN HAITANI

— Oh my sweet heaves. — THIS WOMAAAAAAAAN. — Listen, she dresses like old elegant woman, like those models that are dressed into elegant femenine styles THERE WAS A POST ABOUT IT, I LOST IT BUT I AGREE. (I may do a second part with pictures cause i want you guys to see my ideas clearly but yeah) — Im sorry but mean lesbian fem!ran is my religion. This woman is mean as fuck, spoiled and bitchy. (My type fr) — 175-7cm, she is hot, she's tall and she is LESBIAAAAAN. — Really sugar mommy vibes, she would spoil you rotten if you're really dear to her. — HER NAME IS RALEIGH, RALEIGH HAITANI. — Honestly, science girly. Really good at biology and physics. — Hyper feminine features and body. — Changes her nails set every 3-4 weeks. — Casually smokes, not an addict or anything but sometimes you can see her with red malboro in between her fingers. — Can be really condescending, not in purpose but she is the oldest sister that was made a mother to her little sister. — In bonten she has a short bob/bixie cut. — Wears a lot of delicate *gold* jewellery. — Her only relationship advice is break up. — In any other area, she is the best to ask for advice. — She loves do to her make-up. — Had a tarantula has a pet when she was younger... her sister fucking hate it when that thing was free to wonder around the mansion. — Really into fashion and modelling, that's her whole life. — Her song is: Carmen - Lana Del Rey. — Similar idols: Jinsoul (ex-LOONA, now ARTMS) & Doyeon (former WEKI MEKI)

FEM!IZANA KUROKAWA

— She is mean as fuck. She simply is just mean but to degrate and to be affectionate. — Dont get me wrong, she does care but she that doesnt take away to the fact she is mean. — Her name is Ivette! — Really basic yet cute style, a part of me thinks she would dress like an old japanese horror game protagonist the other believes she would not care that much about her fashion. — I full believe she is a big advocate for suicide awareness and bpd awareness. — ♡ Curly hair ♡, she loves to take care of her curls although sometimes she just wants to rip her hair off. — I kinda see her as a practice witch, like casually nothing too serious. — If you're dating her, a date to the aquarium would meant the world for her. — Baby face, hates it, but gosh she is adorable. — Cutie, she is between 1.49-151cm... yeah she also hates that. She will fight you if you make fun of her. — Honestly, sound cloud singer... her songs are like beabadoobee, laufey & mon laferte. She wishes to do a concert at least once. (She uses beats created by fem!rindou, yes sir.) — She has been cancelled on twt more time she can think of. — She has thrown a chair a someone before. — That someone may or may not have been mikey. — She WILL do it again. — Loves going to new places such as coffee shops. — Her song is: Hijo de la luna - Mecano. — Similar idols: Winter (aespa) & Eunha (former gfriend, now viviz)

FEM!MOCHIZUKI KANJI

— We love a good sporty masculine woman. — She def did volleyball at school. — Her name is Kaori! — I think she is like Kiyoko of highschool, full focused on sports and has no attention span to anything else. — About 1.72-4cm. — Streetwear !!!!, baggy jeans, jorts, dragon design. Yes. Yes. Yes. All for her. — She looks so intimidating but in reality she is a softie. — She can eat A LOT, is mostly due to the big amount of sports she does. Baby girl needs to be healthy. — Cannot wear jewellery to save her life, it always ends up broken or lost (same girl, same) — She still sleeps cuddling with a big bear plushie she got at the age of 12. — Makes the best barbecues, invite her to the family cockout right now. — Cannot explain this, but she is color blind. — Type of friend she woukd go to WARRR for u. Someone is making fun of you? This girl is about to break their face ♡ — Gives the best hugs. — Really good at swimming, loves summer sports although she is practice more often field sports. — The biggest fan of Megan Thee Stallion, argue with the wall if u disagree. — LOVES romcoms, the more cringy they're the best honestly. — Always has snacks on her bag. — Loves buzzing her hair out, its an actual addiction of her. — Her song is: Dopamine - Giselle. — Similar idols: Cocona (XG) & Giselle (Aespa)

FEM!SHION MADARAME

— Iconic weird girl, we love her. — So death note misa coded. — She is that alt, unique girl that was into evertyhing that was considered nerdy back then. — Her hair has oil spilt, racoon tail and crazy strokes. (Blonde hair, with orange strokes + chocolate brown racoon tail.) — Trashy slutty style & scene style. She knows what's good. — Average height, like 161-3cm. — Shiori!, Shiori Madarame... unless Madarame is her name then Shion Maemi. — Every year her spotify wrapper has bad doy nightcore version as n1 song. — Rave girly, (fem!rin usually goes with her) — She is so awkward and so adorable, guys i love my daughter. — She had a gacha life phase... — Fem!shion gives me bimbo vibes, seriously i fricking love her so much i cannot explain it. — If a creepy guy bothers you she WILL bark, like full on dog barking. Surprisingly good at it aswell. — She has a lot of tattoos, all made in a spontaneous urge. — Full no contact with her whole family. — The girls are her family. — She has either a chicken or a racoon as a pet, i also cannot explain this. — Her song is: boycott ver pleaseee favOriTe - LOONA (and because i cannot put that version here, extra song Yummy - Ayesha Erotica) — Similar idols: Hinata & Jurin (XG)

FEM!RINDOU HAITANI

— Oh my god, my wife guys, buckle up. — Renleigh Haitani, my woman. — Spoiled as fuck, baby of the family she blinks and gets what she wants. — Has a really specific type of man to date, will date any women if the lady breaths and is into her. — 162-165cm, yes, fem!ran loves to call her baby, small or tiny. — Really good dancer!, loves learning new dancing styles and learning the story behind them. (Mostly if they're cultural dances) — Nerd. Plays lots of video games, has lots of figurines of her favourite characters, addicted to gacha games. — Really good fashion style. She goes between mcloving, street wear & and a style similar to what Nana of nana... the black nana would wear, idk the name. — Wavy blonde natural hair. Currently she has it inspired in laguna blue of monster high. — She has a lot of glasses in different shapes & colours to match her outfits. — Yes, her nails set match her sister's nails set. — Also wears a lot of jewellery, does not have colours preference she just likes it chunky. — Has three cats. Rindou would be a dog person tho. — Really sporty, does a lot of sports and has such pretty figure thanks to it. — Has the wildest music taste, the song is good? Is her new addiction for the next month (same) — Her 'hear me out' is 9x9=81... i will not elaborate iykyk. — Crunchy grapes lover. — Her song is: Hot Mess - aespa — Similar Idols: Minnie (IDLE) & NingNing (aespa)

FEM!KAKUCHO

— Hi, her name would be Kiyoko. — This baby. Gosh, she is adorable. — She is around 172-5cm, she wishes she was shorter — She says a stray cat she ignores everything else to pet that adorable animal. — 'Loser trapped in a hot body' definition. — Baby, she is a softie with really chaotic friends. — Also has a baby face, dont let that foul you she WILL beat the shit out of you if you ask for it. — Her style changes often, she actually copies what her big sisters wear!, she is so inspired by them so it changes constantly. (Baby sister attitudes... me tbh) — Continuing with her lil sis behaviours, many of her hobbies also comes from the girls! Crocheting (fem!muto), exploring new places (fem!izana), fashion and modelling (fem!ran), video games (fem!rin), field sports (fem!mochi), going to raves (fem!shion). — She loves making bracelets for the girls!, its her way to show love for them. — Really soft with animals and children. — Loves apples, exactly red apples. My lord she could eat them for days straight. — Really good student, she lives for academic validation. — She was a selective mute for at least a year, she would only communicate with fem!izana. — Its SCARED to dye her hair for some reason, she believes she will end up bald as if she hasn't buzz her hair off for no reason before. — She may be quiet but she is not afraid of setting boundaries ans speaking up for herself and others. — She has a lot of plushies, all gifted by the girls. — Amazing friend, amazing girlfriend, amazing wife. — Loves snoopy! — Her song is: Right Now - NewJeans — Similar idols: Sullyoon (nmixx) & Tzuyu (twice)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcreds to: @cerezasefimeras

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