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all-my-love-for-harry · 4 years ago

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Not the future you want.

summary: You don’t want kids and that’s a deal breaker for Harry, until it isn’t.

word count: 3.3k

warnings: angst, happy ending tho.

a/n: long time no see!! I missed writing for y’all SO much but lately i’ve been so busy, here’s a little something i wrote after finishing all my homework, please tell me what you think!

You can find the rest of my masterlist here.

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Y/n didn't know how they got here.

Not even ten minutes ago they were wrapped around the covers of Harry's bed after making love, both still naked and sweaty from the previous activities. Harry was showering her with kisses all over her face, paying special attention to her nose and lips. The silence that covered them was comfortable, warm.

Right now all she felt was cold, iced silence filling the room as Harry stared at her with startled eyes. Suddenly, the once safe space they had to feel comfortable being naked in front of the other, was long gone and replaced with an awkwardness in the air. Y/n pulled the covers up to her chest, sitting down on the bed as she watched Harry do the same.

"What did you say?" He said. Although he heard it the first time she said it, he wished with all his being there was some kind of misunderstanding and he got it all wrong.

"Are you upset?" She asked cautiously. "Because you sound upset."

"No, I'm... Fuck, Y/n, I'm not upset." He passed a hand through his face. "Excuse me for being a little offended you don't want kids with me."

"I don't want kids with anyone, Harry." She said, growing upset. "Don't take it personally." Y/n started to look for her clothes that currently were laying on the floor, knowing what was going to come.

"But... baby, why? wouldn't it be nice to have mini us running around?" He sounded out of breath like someone just kicked him right in the stomach. He figured he could at least try to convince her otherwise. "Imagine how cute our babies will look. They'd have your adorable nose, maybe my eyes..."

"H, I'm sorry... kids have never been in my plans, it isn't something that I want." She said slowly, not knowing how Harry will take it.

"Wouldn't you willing to at least try?"

Sighing, she shook her head. "I don't want to do that to my body. I've worked so hard to look the way I do and, honestly? Pregnancy takes a toll on you both mentally, and physically and I don't want that." Y/n got out of the bed dragging the covers with her as she grabbed her clothes and started to get dressed.

At that moment Harry didn't know that, what came out of his mouth next, would either save his relationship or end it for good. "That's so... shallow." He practically spat.

"Yeah? Try carrying a human being inside of you for nine months!"

"If I could I'd do it since you're being this selfish!"

"Am I being selfish?! Listen to yourself! I don't owe you any explanation regardless of what I want and don't want to do with my body!" She finished putting her clothes on, silently thanking herself for wearing a dress and make it easier to get dressed in between all this mess. "I am not a baby machine, Harry. I don't exist just to get pregnant and be a fucking mother. If you want a baby so badly, then find someone who does as well!"

"But I love you!" He said, not realizing he was being childish.

"Then we can get a pet! It's the same responsibility."

"I can't believe you just compared a human being to a pet, Y/N! Don't be so stupid!" He threw his hands in the air.

"I honestly don't know what you want me to tell you." Y/n crossed her arms across her chest. "I'm sorry that you feel that way but I'm not changing my mind. I understand if..."

"I need time to... think."

"H..." She tried taking a step closer to him, but he backed off.

"Leave, please."

She didn't know if that was going to be the end of their relationship, and she hoped it wasn't. However, guessing by the look on Harry's face, this was it.

Harry's been miserable. He thought he'd only feel like these the first months after breaking up with Y/n but as the fifth month rolled in, he realized there was no way he'd ever get her out of his head... and out of his heart.

Even though he stopped crying in the shower in month three, he was still unable to go to the same places he used to go with her, his heart hurting too much for all the memories that hit him right in the face as he walks into the coffee shop they used to go to every Friday, or the place on the park they used to sit on after buying ice cream from the lovely old man who always gave Y/n a flower. He was slowly losing his mind and everyone around him could tell exactly what was happening. He missed Y/n.

The problem was, he took way too long to realize he made a mistake, probably the most tremendous one of his entire life. He couldn't stop thinking that, if he answered those calls he declined from her, the love of his life would most likely be wrapped around a blanket in his living room, watching the notebook for the millionth time as they cuddled closer and closer to each other. She always let Harry chose the movie, despite she always knew what his choice would be and although she used to get bored at the movie, after a few times watching it with Harry, she grew to like it.

That was who she is. She's always pleasing everyone else, often growing upset when she can get the people around her what they wanted. And that included Harry. She used to put him and whatever he wanted first, always. If Harry wanted to go out, they'd go out. If he wanted to stay in, they'd stay in. And deep down, Harry knew that the reason why he lashed out at her he way he did seven months ago, it was because he knew Y/n wouldn't be able to fulfill the one dream he wanted the most. Or at least, the dream he thought he wanted the most because when his anger went down and he was able to see clearly, he realized there wasn't anything in this world he wanted more than to be with her, and that if he ever went and married another woman just to be a father, that baby wouldn't be half the love of his life, therefore nothing would be perfect and his life wouldn't be as happy as he was when he was with Y/n.

"You have to get out of bed, H." Gemma said as she opened the curtains of the bedroom, making him let out a groan. "Although you're an asshole, it hurts me to see you like this."

"Thanks for the pep talk, Gem." His words came out muffled as his face was still pressed to the pillow. The one from the side Y/N used to sleep on.

"That wasn't a pep talk, knobhead." She sat at the edge of the bed. "I'm just tired of seeing you like this, Har. You fucked up, stop mopping around and own your mistake."

"She hates me."

"She has every reason to," Harry gave her a dirty look. "but, I don't think she does. You know her, she loved you more than anything."

"Yeah, she really did." Harry's eyes filled with a new wave of tears and he choked a sob. "I was so wrong, Gem. I can't believe I yelled at her the way I did." He cried. "I had the love of my life and I made her leave." Now he sobbed.

His sister sighed. Although it was very clear who's fault was, she couldn't help but feel bad for his baby brother. Everyone could see how happy they made each other, always saying they were it for the other. And they were true. That was, of course, until Harry fucked up.

"I'm telling you this because I love you," She started. "You have to move on. It's been five months, H. You made it very clear you both wanted different things, and that's okay. But you have to accept that."

"I don't mean it anymore!"

"It doesn't matter. You meant it back then, and you're not gonna change anything staying in bed and crying all day."

"You're right." He suddenly sat up, pulling the cover off of him. "I should go see her."

"No, that's not-"

"You're a genius, Gem." Harry cupped her face and gave her an obnoxious kiss on the cheek.

"Ew!"

"I will get her back!" He jumped out of the bed and trotted to his walk-in closet, stripping out of his pajamas and into whatever pants and shirt he found. "I'll apologize and she will understand, right?"

"Baby brother, I think you're being a little too optimistic." Gemma stood up and walked towards him. "Don't be stupid, an 'I'm sorry' will not fix anything. Also, you don't even know where to find her, or how is she... or who she's with." Harry narrowed his eyes at her. "What? You have to consider all the options."

"I check her Instagram every day, she's not dating anyone."

"She can hide posts and stories from you, dumbass." She crossed her arms. "And every day? Creep."

Harry sticks his tongue out at her. "I also check her friend's profiles, believe me, she's single. And I'm gonna win her back."

"Harry," Gemma started, but he was already out of the run and running down the stairs. "Wait! Where are you going?"

"To her house!" He yelled back from the bottom of the stairs, grabbing his keys.

"Hang on, I'll take you!"

"What, really?" He stopped his tracks, turning around to face his sister.

"If you suffer from humiliation, I have to videotape it." She smirked, grabbing her purse and opening the front door.

"You're horrible."

"Chop, chop! Let's go, Romeo."

"I..." Hiccup. "I hate..." Hiccup. "... Men." Hiccup. "But I love you, Nolan."

"Alright, It's three in the afternoon, Y/n/n. Cut the tequila."

"What?!" She gasped. "It's never too early for tequila." She raised her finger at her best friend.

"C'mon, darling. Let's get you into the shower. Hannah should be here soon too."

"I love you guys." She said as Nolan practically carried her up the stairs and to her bedroom. "And I love Harry."

He sighed, finally entering the room, sitting Y/n on her bed where he immediately collapsed. "I know you do, sweetheart. Now, I want you in the bathroom."

She groaned, extending her hands at him. Nolan rolled his eyes but grabbed her hands to pull from her. He didn't know how she managed to get this drunk at three o'clock, but then again after five months of pretending to be okay, a breakdown was meant to happen sooner or later.

"You're the bestest friend ever."

"Mhm, repeat that when you're sober." Closing the door behind him, he helped her take her clothes off.

"Is Marcus mad at me because you left him to come here?" She asked, pouting. Marcus was Nolan's boyfriend.

"Of course not, don't be silly. He wants to take you out tonight though."

"Yes! Thousand times yes. Count. Me. In."

"What you want is your head on the toilet all night, don't you?" Y/N stepped into the shower but let out a squeal when she felt the cold water hit her skin.

"Let me out, let me out."

"Nope, we need to sober you up so you stay there." He leaned on the wall, waiting for her with a towel in his hands.

After a quick shower, Nolan wrapped her in the fluffy towel and left the room to go downstairs, he figured Y/n could handle herself for a bit while he waited for Hannah to arrive with food. He hasn't seen her this drunk since the day she and Harry broke up, so she still had a lot to let out.

There was a knock on the door and Nolan hurried to open it, thinking Hannah was finally here. To his surprise, instead of their blonde friend being there with loads of food for them to eat, Harry Styles was waiting on the other side of the door, holding the biggest bouquet of pink roses he's ever seen before.

"No, handsome. Go back to where you came from."

"C'mon, Nolan. Is she home?"

"Nope." Nolan crossed his arms, trying to look more intimidating. "She's out there, living her best life."

"Then why are you here?"

The blonde man opened his mouth then closed it again. "None of your business. Look, Harry, let it go. Do you seriously think showing up here five months after with a huge bouquet of flowers will magically fix everything?"

"I need to talk to Y/n, please. I-I messed up, okay? I was horrible to her and I know it, but I want to make it right."

He sighed. "Right now is not a good time, trust me." Harry frowned. "Do you want my advice? Move on."

With that, he closed the door on his face and returned to the living room. He was not going to allow his best friend to get her heart broken all over again over a pair of pretty eyes.

"When you said we'd be going out, I thought you meant to get fucked up, not to sing karaoke." Y/N said as she took a long sip of her drink, resting her cheek on her palm.

"Who says we can't do both here? Besides, I'll be fun." Marcus said.

"I don't sing, my loves. I came for the alcohol." Hannah finished her drink and stood up to walk to the bar to get another one.

"You're alcoholics, both of you."

"I call it, drown in your own sorrow."

"Cheers for that."

After a few rounds, Nolan was up serenading Marcus, completely out of key but no one cared since they were all already a little bit tipsy. Y/N was having a great time with her friends, completely forgetting the reason why she got drunk at three in the afternoon. No one knew what she did to not be hungover right now, but nonetheless, they were glad she was there having fun too.

That was until Nolan noticed Harry walk into the bar.

"Pst, Han." He whispered. "Wait ten seconds then turn around."

She did what he said. "Oh, so he did come."

"Wait, what?!" he whispered-yelled.

"I told him we'd be here." She shrugged.

"Why the hell would you do that?"

"Because they need to talk." Nolan rolled his eyes. "Cut the crap, you know I'm right. Y/n deserves an apology and Harry has one, easy peasy."

"You forgot the part where he broke her heart."

"Hey, I'm not defending him. However, they're crazy for each other and unless they talk things out, we'll have our best friend become an alcoholic."

"What are you two gossiping about?" Y/n said, returning to the table after going to the bathroom.

"About how I need another drink!" Hannah exclaimed.

"Ugh, me too. I'll go this time." She got up again.

"Wait!" Nolan grabbed her hand but Hannah kicked him under the table, making him groan.

"Are you okay?"

"Uh, yes. Can you bring me one too?"

"I got you, babes."

She walked to the bar while humming the song someone was singing up there. "Oop." Y/n tripped over her own feet but before she could fell face down on the floor, someone wrapped a hand around her forearm. "Oh, thank you..." She looked up to see the stranger who saved her and her breath hitched when she saw him. "Harry."

"Hey, love."

"What... how-? Wait, don't call me love!" She crossed her arms, annoyed.

"Y/n, wait, please. We need to talk."

"Oh, no, no. We-" She signaled the space between them. "Have nothing to talk about."

"Listen to me, please. I know you don't have to, and I know that I was horrible and behaved like a proper dick five months ago, but I want to apologize to you, I'm begging you."

She sighed. She looked into his eyes and saw a flash of hurt and regret, his hair also looked a mess and he looked like he hasn't shaved in a while. Maybe he's been feeling as bad as her. Deep down, she hoped he has.

"Five minutes, then I'm gone."

Harry wasted no time and pulled her towards the bathrooms, entering the ladies one and double-checking it was empty before locking the door. "First of all, you have no idea how much I've missed you." She opened her mouth, probably to throw a sarcastic comment but he interrupted her. "Let me finish, please. Last time I saw you... I wasn't nice, at all. I lashed out at you for no reason, honestly. You were right, I've got no say in whatever you want to do with your body. I was a brat and I was mad at... honestly, I don't know what I was mad about. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize this, but I don't need anyone else if I have you, Y/n. You're the love of my life and-" He grabbed her hands. "I love you with my whole heart. If kids isn't something you want, then we don't need it, baby."

"Harry, you don't know what you're talking about."

"Excuse me?"

"You love kids! I know you've always wanted to be a father, and you'll be a great one, one day. You deserve to have the future you've always dreamt of having." She offered him a tiny smile. "I'm not the future that you want, H."

"Y/n, listen to me, you're my dream. You, no one else."

"If we stayed together, one day you're gonna wake up and realize you missed your opportunity of having a family of your own and you're gonna hate me forever."

"Of course not." He said, offended. "How could you say that? I could never, never hate you. I'd hate my life if you weren't in it."

"We want different things. And despite me knowing that, I still walked into this relationship because I was selfish. Selfish because I thought you... you would change your mind."

"You're the most selfless person I've ever known, my love. You're not selfish, I'm an asshole. I didn't listen to you because I always want everything to be my way. But we're a team, we got each other. We don't need anything else."

At this point, Harry was ready to drop on his knees and beg for forgiveness. He was trying so hard to not start sobbing right there, but Y/n looked like she's made up her mind and he felt like his heart was breaking more and more as the minutes passed. He didn't know what else to say to convince her to be with him, and that terrified him.

"I don't know..."

"Please, give me one more chance. Please, baby."

Y/n was really trying to think this through. On one hand, she missed him more than anything, and she's been miserable these past months without her, no matter how much she tried to put on a happy face for everyone around her. On the other hand, she felt like she needed to let Harry go so he could be happy with someone else, someone who shared the same dreams and plans as him. Her blood boiled at the last part, feeling jealous of even thinking about Harry, his Harry, being with someone else.

She had him right in front of her on a silver plate, ready to rebuild their relationship because he loved her too much to let her go.

"I really missed you." She finally collapsed into his arms, holding him tightly. "And I'm so scared of losing you."

"You're not gonna lose me. Not now, not ever. You're stuck with me, okay?" He cupped her cheeks, looking at her straight in the eye. Her eyes were filled with tears but a little smile was forming on her face. "My pretty baby. I love you so so much and I'm so excited to spend my life with you."

"I love you too, I can't wait to be with you forever."

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maneskinrollercoaster · 3 years ago

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~ I Want To Write You A Song ~

Pairing: Victoria De Angelis x Hannah (fictional character)

Word count: 1976

Warnings: A little bit of swearing, smut at the end.

Summary: Vic writes a song for her girlfriend.

Hours spent in the studio, plenty of used paper sheets and Victoria was finally done with her song. It was the first time she’s ever written any lyrics and the occasion was pretty special too. She asked Damiano to help her and she explained everything she wanted the song to be about and finally after six hours of constant writing and playing, the song was ready.

- Do you want to record it or you’ll sing it to her? - Dami asked while they were making some last touch ups in the lyrics.

- I’ll definitely sing it for her, it’s gonna sound more real, don’t you think? - Vic said and a feeling of warmth built up in her stomach.

She was the happiest. Hannah and her were dating for four years and Vic felt like they both became so close to each other that it’s a perfect time to make a next step. She wrote this song to show Hannah how much she loved her and how much she meant to her and she couldn’t wait for her to hear it.

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- Baby, this is all for us? - Hannah said when her and Vic arrived at the cliff.

The sunset was beautiful and Victoria prepared everything for their special evening. There was a big blanket spread on the sand and a little table with some glasses and plates with food. All around there were puffy pillows, lit up candles and rose petals on the ground. It was mesmerizing and Hannah haven’t seen a more beautiful place.

The view was amazing from up there, you could see the whole coast and a reflection of a beautiful sunset on the water.

Victoria squeezed Hannah’s hand and looked at her admiringly. She looked so beautiful, dressed in a satin red dress and her cheeks flushed showing her cute little freckles. She was truly the most beautiful and the most attractive girl Vic has ever seen.

- Yes, piccola, I prepared it all for you - Victoria said and kissed Hannah’s cheek. - Let’s sit down.

They sat across each other on the pillows by the table. Vic grabbed Hannah’s hand and looked at her smiling.

- Thank you for all this, babe. It’s unreal. - Hanna looked around and her wandering eyes landed back at Vic sending her the most genuine and loving smile.

- I love you. And I want to show it to you on every step we take together. - Vic’s head was resting on her palm still admiring her beautiful girlfriend.

After a few minutes of talking they started eating their dinner. It was a delicious pasta with tomato sauce and chicken. It was Hannah’s favorite meal of all time and Vic asked Ethan if he could cook it for them as she knew that he makes the best pasta in their house. Victoria poured some sweet red wine into their glasses and lift it up to Hannah.

- To us, and our future together, amore. - Vic said and they both clinked their glasses.

- To us, babe, you’re my everything.

As the time went by Vic and Hannah finished their food and sat on the pillows next to each other. Hannah’s head was resting on Vic’s shoulder while they both admired the beautiful sunset. It was so romantic and Hannah couldn’t believe that she found someone so genuine and vulnerable as Victoria.

- Piccola, I actually have one more gift for you. - Vic said pulling away a bit and looking Hannah in her eyes.

- It’s too much gifts Vic, you’re too fucking good. - they both chuckled.

Victoria took her acoustic guitar from under the table and sat in front of Hannah to make sure they were looking at each other. She was nervous to play the song she wrote but after a few seconds her fingers found their way to the strings and a slow, sweet melody started playing.

I want to write you a song

One that's beautiful as you are sweet

With just a hint of pain

For the feeling that I get when you are gone

I want to write you a song

Victoria started singing, looking deep into Hannah’s eyes and all the stress vanished.

I want to lend you my coat

One that's as soft as your cheek

So when the world is cold

You'll have a hiding place you can go

I want to lend you my coat

Hannah’s eyes slowly started to fill up with tears and she couldn’t believe that Vic wrote a love song for her. She was mesmerized. The words were so beautiful and they touched Hannah’s heart making her stomach squeeze.

Everything I need I get from you

Givin' back is all I wanna do

Vic smiled slightly and her eyes were also watery as she continued her song.

I want to build you a boat

One that's strong as you are free

So any time you think that your heart is gonna sink

You know it won't

I want to build you a boat

Hannah broke and tears started falling down her cheeks uncontrollably. Vic was her everything and she couldn’t imagine her life without her.

Everything I need I get from you

Givin' back is all I wanna do

Everything I need I get from you

Givin' back is all I wanna do

They were both still looking into each other’s puffy eyes. Victoria also started crying and her mascara was slightly smudged but Hannah found it adorable.

I want to write you a song

One to make your heart remember me

So any time I'm gone

You can listen to my voice and sing along

I want to write you a song

Victoria sang the lost words and played the last chords while Hannah was completely speechless. She was a complete mess, her cheeks were dirty from the eyeshadow and her face was all red.

Vic didn’t have a chance to say anything when Hannah crashed her lips against hers pulling her closer. She cupped her cheek and grabbed her waist and their lips were moving in sync together. Vic slid her palm on Hannah’s neck and her tongue slowly entered Hannah’s mouth when the kiss became more intense. They pulled away and Victoria knew that this is the perfect moment.

She pulled out a small box from under the table and looked and Hannah lovingly. When she saw the box she couldn’t believe what’s happening. Her mouth were covered with her hand and her eyes big, looking at Vic with surprise.

- Hannah, mi amore, you’re my one and only. I want to spend the rest of my life with you because you’re my soulmate, my best friend and the most important person in my life. - Vic said brushing off a string of hair from Hannah’s face.

- Vic..

- Shh, babe. Let me finish. - she chuckled - Hannah, my baby, will you marry me? - she said opening the box and revealing a beautiful golden ring.

It was beautiful - thin gold ring with a shiny ocean blue crystal in the middle. Hannah gasped and looked back at Vic.

Vic’s expression was unsure, she didn’t quite know if Hannah will say yes but she was patiently waiting for her answer.

- Of course I want to marry you, you dumbass! - Hannah chuckled and pulled her into a tight hug.

Vic wrapped her arm around Hannah and they stayed like that for a few minutes whispering sweet words and I love you’s to each other’s ears. They pulled away tho and Vic pulled out a ring, grabbed Hannah’s hand and slid it on her finger looking deeply into her eyes.

***

- I still can’t believe that I have such a hot fiancé - Hannah said while laying on the bed and admiring half naked Vic wandering around their room.

They were used to seeing each other naked all the time. After all they were together for four years and they’ve never felt so comfortable around anyone else.

A quiet music was playing in the background and they were both chilling in Hannah’s apartment after their proposal dinner at the beach.

- Hot fiancé huh? I like that - Vic chuckled as she sat on Hannah’s lap wrapping her legs around her thighs.

They were both half naked, only wearing thongs and a slight tension could be felt between them. Hannah grabbed Vic’s neck and slowly pulled her closer. Vic put her both hands on both sides of Hannah’s head and she brushed her lips against hers. She felt Hannah’s palm stroking her cheek, going down on her neck and then cupping her breasts and squeezing it gently. She let out a moan and crushed her lips against Hannah’s and pressing their chests together. They were both desperate for each other’s touch and a warm feeling started building up in their stomachs.

- You’re so fucking beautiful. - Hannah sighed when Vic slid her one hand under her thongs and started pulling them down.

She lowered herself on Hannah’s body and started kissing her neck, going down to her breasts, sucking on her nipples and licking them. She planted wet kissed on her stomach and went further. Hannah’s legs opened automatically when she saw Vic going lower and lower.

- You’re desperate, huh? Already opening your legs for me. - Vic chuckled and a second later she wrapped her arms around Hannah’s thighs and placing a warm kiss on her folds.

Hannah moaned as she felt Vic’s soft lips kissing her from up and down and she grabbed the sheets for some kind of support. She closed her eyes and threw her head back when she felt Vic’s warm tongue licking her gently and sucking on her clit. She enjoyed it more than ever before. Victoria was stealing glances at Hannah when she slowly placed her finger in front of her entrance and after a while she pushed it slowly inside.

- Vic.. please.. - Hannah’s moans filled the room as Vic started thrusting her finger a bit faster.

- What do you want baby? - she answered pulling her lips away from licking her and looking at Hannah.

She opened her eyes and looked at Vic and the sight of her in between her legs, fingering her and licking her from up and down sent her to the edge.

- Please, Vic, I want more. - she said squeezing the sheets harder.

Victoria chuckled which gave Hannah goosebumps from a sudden contact with her warm breath. Vic slowly pulled out her finger and added second one thrusting it back inside. Hannah was close to reaching the high but she tried to control herself to enjoy this a little longer.

Victoria’s thrusts were faster and harder and her tongue was wandering from Hannah’s clit to her entrance making her tighten her walls around her fingers. Hannah felt that she’s gonna explode any minute and she couldn’t stop moaning Victoria’s name.

- Baby.. relax and cum for me. - Vic whispered and went back to kissing Hannah.

After a few seconds, few more thrusts and some encouraging words from Vic, Hannah came hard with her face all read, hair sticking to her neck, body all sweaty and legs shaking. She felt like in heaven and her lips opened to catch a breath.

- How do you feel, piccola? - Vic said laying down next to Hannah after she washed her hands.

- So good.. - Hannah hummed and pulled Vic closer to her.

She kissed her gently and grabbed her waist to be even closer.

- Let me pay you back, miss. - Hannah said and seconds later her lips were on Vic’s breasts kissing her nipples slowly and making her moan.

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The song I used is “One Direction - I wanna write you a song” and I think it fits perfectly with the plot.

Requested by: @unitermoonshine. Hope you enjoy 😊

Requests open ❤️

Tag list: [ @teenyweenynightghost, @superchrystaldrug, @unitermoonshine ]

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shintorikhazumi · 4 years ago

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Two is company, Three's a Crowd, but Four is the Death of Diana Cavendish (4): Dumb and Dumbass

A/N: Sorry for not writing enough recently. Been burnt out and have some terrible writer’s block. Hope I can write quite a bit these next two weeks before classes start up again. Had my finals recently and just... ugh.

Sorry for the not-so-good chapter.

Right. Tagging people. Uh @komatsuna-yuki @dianacavendishisgay @tanuki-pyon. Thank you for supporting my madness.

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

Two is company, Three's a Crowd, but Four is the Death of Diana Cavendish (4): Dumb and Dumbass

"This is dumb."

"It is not! Right, Barbara?"

"This is dumb."

Diana switched her exasperated gaze between the pair who had their arms crossed, vehemently against her "step one" of the plan: Proper Courtship for Miss Kagari Atsuko.

There was absolutely NO way they were doing that.

Hannah ran a hand through her curled locks, freeing it from her signature yellow bow as they got ready for bed. She tried to ignore Diana's pleading eyes, but ultimately could not. She took one look at Diana's helpless face and sighed, walking forward to pinch her nose and plant a kiss on her forehead.

Really, courtship wasn't the issue in and of itself. It was Diana's view of courtship. There were just too many things to be said about it.

Starting from the issue of daily sending a truckload of roses to Akko every morning.

Literally.

She lived in a DORMITORY for crying out loud!

How was she supposed to receive them, much less keep them around??

It wasn't as though she had the luxury of living in a flat a little too big for just its occupants- just like their own right now. Hannah sighed, giving Diana a look. She received an indignant one in return.

Physical constraints aside, how would Akko feel receiving such an overwhelming gift? She already exploded in embarrassment from the simplest of flirtations. Who knew what her reaction would be to such a grandiose gesture of affection?

Hannah concluded it would be best to keep it simple, walk it slow. Ease into the already shocking situation they'd kiiindd of threw her in.

Okay, but Hannah didn't desire anything too slow either. Just right. Enough that Akko wouldn't spontaneously combust beyond recovery.

Holding out a pointer finger, with the other arm crossed about her waist, Hannah warned, "I swear, if I see even one petal, we're not talking to you tomorrow. And we're taking Atsuko with us too".

"One petal?!" Diana gawked at her with such pure incredulity, Hannah wondered if she was really all that shocked.

The look on her face almost made Hannah reconsider. Almost. She thought about it again, pausing and tapping her cheek in contemplation.

"Okay."

Diana's face lit up in hope.

"Maybe I'll allow two."

Nope.

"Morning, Atsuko~."

Akko jumped in her seat as she felt cool arms snake around her neck from behind, a soft weight pressing against her back. The scent of honeysuckle permeated her sense of smell. It was fruity and warm; like hints of honey and ripe citrus on a summer's day. For some reason, it made her calm immediately.

Turning around, Akko tried to return the greeting. "M-Miss Engl-" A finger quickly hushed her lips, Hannah's coy smile settling in while Akko's heart became unsettled. She didn't think it was in a bad way.

"Hannah. Call me Hannah."

"Mi-"

Akko would have tried to gently deny that request, not being one to so quickly drop formalities as was her upbringing before coming to England. However, there was just something in Mis- Hannah's eyes that compelled her to not even try to fight against the command.

"Y-you can call me Akko then,, .I-if you want! Only... if you want... it's... it's what my friends call me..."" Akko mumbled in reply, voice growing smaller and smaller as she shyly pried her eyes away from the magnetic hazels that were so keen on pulling her in.

She had missed the way her companion grinned, leaning in closer to her, arms tightening about her. "Adorable." Hannah playfully whispered into Akko's ear, the tips reddening brightly.

'Save me.'

"Oh, but we don't want to be just 'friends'." Barbara suddenly popped up, positioning herself right in Akko's line of vision, propping her elbows on her desk, face nestling in her hands comfortably as she smirked at Akko with a little wink. "But you already know that."

She watched as Hannah and Barbara shared a quick, sweet kiss as a good morning greeting. Eyes glinting as they caught Akko watching them.

"Oh? Do you want a nice "hello~" as well, Akko? I wouldn't mind~." Barbara grinned, fingers tilting Akko's chin up already, eyes flickering between Akko's own and her lips.

Akko felt her face burn that extra bit more. She wasn't going to make it through class like this if they kept teasing her so early in the morning.

Barbara was beginning to lean closer and closer as Hannah simply watched from behind Akko, inadvertently keeping her in place due to their positions.

Akko swallowed nervously. Sure, she did not necessarily have any qualms against kissing someone as pretty as Barbara. Even Hannah maybe, but at the very least, she wanted to have her fi-first kiss with...

"Girls."

Diana's arrival shook Akko out of a trance she had unknowingly been placed under. She had somehow expected, at the back of her mind, for Diana to arrive soon as the trio was rarely apart except for when they had separate classes.

Akko felt her heart do a little flip in her ribcage, breath stilling in her lungs at the refreshing sight of Diana in a ponytail, a pale nape and a slender neck exposed for the world to see. A bead of sweat rolled down the smooth expanse. Had it been hot outside? Maybe. For some reason, Akko just wanted to lean into the crook of Diana's neck and maybe-

Diana's cough told her she'd been staring an uncomfortable while. Akko flinched, her hand instinctively reached up to touch her bangs, smoothing out each strand of hair nervously in attempts to redirect her thoughts- wherever they were heading.

This was neither the time nor place to be having such... inappropriate musings.

"Aww~ Diana's so lucky to be the favorite girlfriend~." Barbara said with a pout as she observed the awkward two, pulling away from her initial position on the desk and walking around to take a seat next to Akko instead, leaning her head on the girl's shoulder.

"Right?" Hannah sighed, finally releasing Akko as she went to sit next to Barbara. "We put in all this effort to fluster our dear Akko, but Diana just has to breathe and she has her heart and her soul. Oh Barbara~ whatever shall we do?" She sniffled, wiping away a non-existent tear with her index finger.

Akko stared at the pair, mind short-circuiting at a particular word.

Diana was silent as well.

Hannah and Barbara exchanged a confused look at the lack of reaction, as well as Diana's frozen state.

"Um... did we perhaps say something wrong?" Hannah began nervously, not wanting to possibly offend Akko or hurt her like they could have the last time.

Barbara bit her lip, equally anxious. "If so, then-"

"G-girlfriend?!" Diana and Akko had burst simultaneously, earning looks from the few early students around them.

Akko bowed in silent apology as she turned back to her companions.

"W-what do you... what are you...?"

"Huh?" Hannah and Barbara tilted their heads in confusion.

"Eh?"

"What?"

"G-Girlfriend...?" Diana repeated, vision swirling as her face reddened.

"Aahhh..." Hannah and Barbara got the message, nodding... before doing a double-take. "Wait, we're not? Girlfriends?"

//-//

Akko slammed her head onto her locker door right after shutting it. She shuffled her subject materials for the next class in her hands, trying to check if she missed bringing anything, sighing heavily all the while.

She was lucky her second class was away from everyone else's. That gave her some breathing room to recollect herself.

Hannah and Barbara were way* too skilled at riling her up. She had no idea how to deal with them. She was sure she wouldn't get used to their antics anytime soon. The whole situation with them spun her wheels around so well, it was actually tiring her out.

Then there was the matter of being g-girlfriends, and Diana.

Diana...

"Diana..." Akko's head banged against her metal door again with a clang, a few passing students casting her worried gazes. "What the hell..."

When was it, she wondered, that she had first taken notice of the incredibly gorgeous biology major. Diana with her clear blue eyes like the oceans and the sky at the peak of a beautiful summer; her hair that flowed down to her waist in flourishing curls; Diana and her sharp and classy style; Diana and her shapely body- Akko hit her head once more against the locker, groaning against the cool metal.

"What the hell am I thinking about?" She muttered, pushing herself away from her locker to get ready to head off to the next class. Maybe she should just keep her mind off of it for now, focus on what was in front of her, and deal with it later. When her head cooled down.

Yes. That was the perfect plan.

Before she could leave, however, a hand slapped against either side of her head, a the impact causing a ringing sound in her ears that only added to her headache. Her eyes that she had unconsciously shut fluttered open, widening at the sight that greeted her.

Oh, this was just great.

"Oh, I don't know, Kagari. What *were you thinking about? Hmm?" That familiar snarky tone of voice bit at her, a hand resting on her shoulder before pressing her into the hard metal.

"Chloe..." Her weak response coupled with a glare only made the perpetrator grin happily.

"Atsuko~ our cute little lackey." Short-haired and short-tempered towards Akko was Avery trailing behind the Frenchwoman- the actual lackey, Akko thought.

"Geh- Avery..."

"Glad you're happy to see us." She rolled her eyes, popping her bubblegum as she picked up a paper Akko had dropped in her surprise, flipping through its contents, bored. "Our lackey seems to have been doing good in school lately. Doing her homework and all. Guess you could do ours too?" She smiled that sickly sweet way that Akko loathed.

Akko's breath hitched when she made a little tear on the sheet just to spite her. Finnelan was surely going to chew her out again for a reason she couldn't explain.

Akko grit her teeth, truly wanting to retaliate physically, but then remembered that they weren't in high school anymore. These girls had no real power over her. Not then, not now. She needed to just ignore it and walk away. Really. Years and years of this, and they never got sick of it? Why did the universe allow them to apply to the same university anyway? Not that it mattered anymore.

Resigning herself to a -hopefully- more peaceful exit, Akko sighed, attempting to move Chloe's hand away with only enough force not to trigger her more. "I'm not your lackey." She said, kneeling to the ground to grab her other scattered materials.

"Aww, you're not?" Chloe whined, watching Akko like a hawk.

"I'm not." Akko replied, standing up and throwing them a blank look. "I have to go. See you."

"Leaving so soon?" Some girl she didn't know called after her, sneer evident in her tone. "Not gonna entertain us for a little longer?"

"Obviously." Akko responded, not looking back. She just needed to get the hell away as fast as possible and avoid any further interaction with them.

"Oh, then you wouldn't mind if we told the entire school about how you're always off to a strip club."

Akko halted in her steps, turning around to stare hatefully at the evil grin Chloe sported after knowing she got her way once more.

"Always, as in everyday?" Avery added, leading the group forward to surround Akko once more as other students avoided the potential mess in the hallway.

"What has that got to do with anything?" Akko grit her teeth, fists clenching "And I already told you... it's not what it looks like."

"Then why are you so scared, hmm? About word getting out?" Chloe tipped Akko's head up with her index finger, making her look directly into her eyes. "You know how they say that if you have nothing to hide, then there's nothing to be afraid of."

"That's-"

Akko swallowed the lump in her throat, searching her mind for a comeback to that without revealing too much about herself and giving these bullies more information to harass her with.

She had nothing.

They didn't like that she was quiet and had nothing to say.

She heard Chloe sigh before Akko's cheeks were squeezed together in her hands, nails digging into the flesh slightly. "Also, what was it? Your friend, uh... Lois or something."

"Lotte..." Akko corrected, barely managing the word out; she hoped they weren't planning on doing anything to her sweet friend. She could handle their insults, their disgusting behavior, and their petty tricks on her, but she couldn't stand it if her friends got hurt in her place instead.

"Whatever. Her." Akko slapped Chloe's hand away, earning her a pleased smile and a pat on the cheek. "There's the little tiger we love." She giggled, a glint in her eye.

Akko gripped her books in her hand, trying her best not to throw her fists right at them. The last time she had let her temper go, she was wrongly suspended anyway. She'd rather not have to live through the same sucky school experience again.

"So," Chloe continued. "you wouldn't want the entire school to read her disgusting work, right? Fanfiction? I can't remember it all that well. Couldn't stand to read that shit for more than five seconds." She made a gagging motion, tongue stuck out at Akko.

"Lotte... Lotte is amazing at writing..." She whispered, hoping they actually didn't hear those words. "Don't touch Lotte." She managed to say loud enough, raising her head to gaze upon them with a warning. It only seemed to fly over their heads as they all sashayed away from Akko, feeling like they'd won.

"Anyway, we'll keep your secrets for another day, Kagari." Chloe waved over her shoulder. "In exchange for our, ehem, considerate service, we expect cutlet sandwiches on each of our desks. Noon. Sharp." She commanded.

Akko, immediately recalling her class schedule for the day, wanted to protest. "But my class doesn't get out until-"

"Is that a no I'm hearing?" The group paused in their steps, all pinning Akko down with their looks of contempt, daring her to say anything besides their desired response.

Her fists trembled, knuckles as white as her torn assignment paper. She felt the quiver in her lip and the tension in her frame as she held back from screaming bloody murder.

"... I'll get you your damned sandwiches."

//-//-//

"Akko! What took you so long!" Akko's friend, Lotte, worriedly asked. "Finnelan usually comes in really early. You could have been in some major trouble!"

"Maybe she just got lost in the cafeteria again? Among all the donuts and pastries." Sucy drily replied, not looking up from her textbook.

Akko kept staring at her torn paper in dismay, pondering if she should risk it and start rewriting a new one, hopefully finishing before the professor arrived.

The lack of response only fed Lotte's concern even more. She squeezed Akko's shoulder to catch her attention and noticed her friend flinch.

"Akko?"

"H-huh? Oh! What? So-sorry. I was... I dropped my phone in the toilet, haha." Akko said, not looking at her friend at all as she dug around her bag for a pen and hoping for a clean sheet of paper as well.

"Wait, what? Is your phone okay?" Lotte asked, skeptically watching her friend's frantic movements.

"Yeah, yeah." Akko replied half-heartedly.

Lotte frowned, feeling that Akko was still hiding something. "What happened to your assignment?" She questioned, noticing the crumpled and torn edge. A thought came to her mind. "Was it them?" She asked in a quieter voice. "What did they say? Did they hurt you?" Lotte scanned over Akko's features, pupils shaking. They settled on her face and Lotte's frown deepened. "You're cheek..." She reached out, trying to touch it.

"Huh? N-no? It was... the school... cat...?" Akko tried lamely, moving away from Lotte. She instantly felt bad about it as Lotte sported a hurt expression in response to her actions.

"Akko..."

Akko finally faced Lotte, guilt on her features. She was never really good at masking her feelings from her friend. She could never lie to her. They both knew that.

"What was it about this time?"

Akko bit her lip. Despite how close they had gotten over the years as friends, Akko hadn't revealed too much to them about her background. She wasn't sure she was ready to either. Not anytime soon. She also couldn't find the heart to let Lotte know that part of it was about her.

"Just that I'm a dumbass, and the other typical stuff, y'know? Appearances and that kinda thing." She lied.

"Hmmm..." Lotte was clearly not convinced, but she let it go, knowing Akko wouldn't budge on things like this. She instead decided to settle down in her seat next to Akko.

Akko knew Lotte wouldn't pry anymore. She was both thankful and sorry for having to do this to her friend, but she really couldn't help it.

Akko sighed, clicking her pen open.

"Want me to poison their lunch today?" Sucy piped up, flashing Akko a vial from her bag.

As much as Akko wanted to say yes, she knew it could only make things worse and reluctantly declined. "Maybe in my dreams." She smiled at her friends weakly, finally turning to her fresh sheet of paper to begin copying her assignment.

She missed the shine in Sucy's eye and the grin that was starting to grow on her face. Akko only looked up in terror as she heard the words that spilled from Sucy's mouth, hoping she wouldn't go through with any funny business.

"That can be arranged."

Akko felt a shiver run up her spine, whipping her head back to her paper to avoid that scary expression.

"Let's just... not."

"Tch. You're no fun."

Maybe she really wasn't.

A/N: I would have made this longer and added one more scene, but my brain cells can’t. Sorry haha. ;-; Really sorry.

~Shintori Khazumi

#diana cavendish #atsuko kagari #hannah england #Barbara Parker #lwa #little witch academia #hanbaradiakko #diakko #hanbara #fanfic #234

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sauceracha · 4 years ago

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[ I don’t wanna be your friend ]

han jisung x reader || making out fic || 2.1k

WARNING: Mentions of smoking marijuana | Heavy making out

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“Hey dumbass are you b~ oh! Sung! Didn’t know you were here” You smile, surprised to see the boy sitting on your younger brother’s bed. Jisung lifts his gaze to yours before setting his soda down. Pulling his headphones from his head, he smiles widely at you.

“Oh! Hey, y/n! Long time no see, mhm?” A gummy smile on his face, making his cheeks get rounder. Han Jisung has been your brother’s best friend since first grade. By the time they reached middle school, Sung was already a part of your family. Now, in their freshman year of college, he spends so much time at your house that you actually thought he moved in and your brother forgot to tell you.

You chuckle as you lean against the frame door. “Oh, yeah...so long. How long has it been?” You pretend to think, touching your chin. “Like a whole three hours? Maybe five if that? How many hours did your classes last?”

His hand moves to his chest, mockingly gasping. “Excuse you, if you have to know~" He smiles charmingly “We didn’t have classes today so...” He leans over the side of the bed, head hanging as he looks at you upside down. Making you wonder how his beanie hasn’t fallen off yet. “I actually never left.” Jisung smiles like a child, making you chuckle at his weirdness. Once satisfied with your reaction, he focuses back on his phone. “Oh! Also, your brother’s out with his girlfriend, said he wouldn’t be back tonight”

You shake your head as your arms cross over your chest. ”That’s the third time this week, they seemed to be getting serious this time.” Jisung agrees as you push away from the door frame. You look at him for a moment, considering. “And what are you gonna do, Sung? Just stay in his room till he comes back tomorrow?”

“Well… you know I hate being at my house, I prefer being bored here than being bored there.” Ji looks at you and smiles again. “Also, you are here, so… any ideas of something to keep me entertained?” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully. You roll your eyes fondly at the lame attempt of flirting. He always does that, playfully flirting, or bickering with you, and most of the time you play along too. You’ve literally known this kid your whole life, you got to the point that you actually consider him a friend of yours. You adore Jisung, even when he behaves like a horny teen.

“Well, I was gonna ask the little shit if he wanted to try some weed I bought today, but seeing as he’s not here...do you wanna come with?” Jisung smiles widely at that. He gets up, knocking the last of his soda back. He tosses his headphones on the bed before making his way towards you.

“See? This is why I love you.” You shake your head laughing.

*****

A few minutes later, you both are in the backyard. Laying side by side on the grass, passing the last bits of a joint. Jisung’s phone playing some random indie playlist as you stare at the night sky. Actually feeling happy that your parents decided to take a month off to travel the country. You wouldn't have been able to have this night if they hadn’t. You sigh, as you close your eyes, enjoying the fuzzy feeling that's fogging up your mind now . Everything feels softer and bigger when you are like this. Everything feels a little bit surreal. The grass prickling the naked skin of your arms, the buzzing noise of the little bugs flying around in the summer night, the sound of the cars driving on the street, Jisung’s little giggles that randomly slip past his lips.

You turn your head to the side, watching as Sung takes one last drag. Twirling dense smoke circles coming from his mouth as he tosses the finished joint aside, laying on his back completely. His eyes closed and a relaxed expression on his features. You lazily blink, your gaze slowly mapping out his face. From his big half-lidded eyes, to his perky nose, his full cheeks and his pretty pouty lips. The way the soft orange light from the house shines over his skin makes him look even more ethereal in a teenage-coming-of-era-movie way. You chuckle to yourself at the thought, a warm feeling filling you up.

Sung turns to you as he hears you, his red-rimmed eyes looking into yours. You both stare at each other, having a silent conversation none of you are actually sure about. His half lidded eyes searching through yours, slipping to your lips for a moment before meeting yours back again. You see him run his tongue over his lips, your gaze following the movement. For a moment, you wonder how it would be the one tasting them.

“Y/n...” Sung’s voice pulls you out from your trance-like stance. His eyes look slightly more awake as he licks his lips nervously again. He truly is adorable. You smile lazily at him, before looking back to the night sky. You swear you hear him sigh as you turn, but something else catches your attention first.

Oh Hannah, I wanna feel you close

“Oh I love this song” You sit up excitedly, smiling at Jisung before leaning back down and starting to hum to the rhythm of the music. You close your eyes and start singing. Sung silently stares at you, feeling hooked on every gesture and sound you make. Not sure how, but you sense his gaze on you. Turning to him again, you sing playfully. “Oh hannie, come lie with my bones” Jisung’s eyes widen as he hears you change up the song. Face red as he turns back to look to the sky. You chuckle at his reaction.

Sitting up, you lean over him.“Oh hannie, don’t look away” Half of your body draped over his. You pull on the beanie he’s wearing, covering his eyes. He fumbles a bit to put it back into place. Your smile widens at the nervous reaction.

“Oh hannie, just look at me the same” Maybe it’s the way he reacted. Maybe it’s just the fog clouding your good judgment. But your hands move to his cheeks as you lean closer. The playful smile on your lips falling as the tension around you both grows. Your eyes fix on his lips as your hands bring him closer.

I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips. Half closed eyes, a small smile still on your face, you close in on him. So close you could smell the orange soda he was having earlier. So close your lips graze each other when you sing softly. Softly enough to look as if you were mouthing the lyrics into his mouth.

I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath. Jisung is the one who breaks first. He leans up, pressing his mouth to yours. Your smile only widens as you start kissing him back. Lips moving against each other languidly. Your movements slowed down by the effects of the joint. Your lips slightly unaligned as they press against each other. Your thumbs softly caressing the soft skin of his cheeks before tilting his head enough to deepen the kiss.

A soft groan leaves Jisung’s mouth as you bite on his lip. Taking the opportunity, you slip your tongue between his lips. Mapping out his mouth as your hand moves to the back of his head, pulling him into you. Your tongue meets his, gliding together unhurriedly, as if you had all the time in the world. Sung’s moans when you suck on it, makes you giggle softly against his mouth. His hand moves to grip your waist, fingers gripping your waist bruisingly hard. He pulls you closer as he gets more desperate. Chuckling, you pull away, just enough for him to whine and pull you back into another kiss.

You smile against his lips, before maneuvering yourself over him. Setting your knees on either side of his hips, hands moving to rest on the ground beside his head. His grip on your waist tightens as you kiss him harder, his soft lips wetly sliding against yours. Unconsciously, you roll your hips down into him. A deep moan slips past his lips as he automatically thrusts up into you, searching for some relief. Laugh surges from your lips, making you pull away to breath. You try and sit back, but before you can even settle, Jisung sits up too. His lips pressing urgently into yours once again. You giggle internally as you kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck, hands moving to his head. You slip your fingers under his beanie. Playing with the hairs on his nape, before pulling the beanie off, letting your hands run free through his hair. His thin lips battling against yours, his hands roaming all over your back.

Jisung groans before moving down your neck, lips sucking on your skin eagerly. You laugh as you lean your head to the side, letting your neck at his mercy. Your hand runs through his hair, eyes half closed as he keeps kissing your neck. “Sungie…” He hums as he leaves marks all over your skin. You smile at that. “We should stop...” He grunts ‘no’, keeping his assault on your neck. One of his hands moves to the neck of your shirt, exposing more of your skin. You moan softly enjoying the feeling of his warm lips on your skin. His eagerness actually makes you feel praised.

After a few moments of enjoying his kisses, you sight lightly. Running a hand through his hair. “Jisung…” You move your hands to his shoulders, pushing him off a little as he whines. He looks up at you through heavy lidded eyes, a pout on his lips. Looking like a pup who just got reprimanded. You smile, biting your lip as you push his hair back. So caught up on his factions that you let your mouth run without thinking. “You are breathtaking, you know that right?” Jisung whines once again as his face warms up, hiding his face on your neck again.

“Y/n…” He groans against your skin, hugging you closer. “Don’t say stuff like that,” he mumbles softly. You chuckle as you rub his back. Trying to get more comfortable on his lap, slightly rubbing against his hard on. Gasping surprisedly, Sung bites your neck again before whispering softly. “Please.”

You nibble on your lip before grabbing his hair firmly and pulling him away from your neck once again. Before Jisung can even complain, you lean down, kissing him hard once again. Jisung moans into the kiss, his hands slipping under your shirt, running all over the skin of your back. He presses his lips against yours, his movements harsher as the hazy fog that surrounded his mind starts to dissipate. You let him kiss you at his own pace for a while, just enjoying the intensity of Jisung’s eagerness. He kisses you deep and desperately, as if he stopped kissing you, you would disappear from his arms. It makes you dizzy. The way he kisses and touches you makes you feel like you could actually disappear if he dared to stop. You wish he won't stop, too.

That’s exactly when the sprinklers turn on.

“Oh shit!” You pull away surprisedly laughing as you hear him complain. “For real?!” Jisung groans as you stand up still chuckling, lending him a hand. He grabs it and you both rush to the back door. Still laughing as you enter the house, you turn to Jisung. His drenched shirt sticking to his body as he tries to dry his face, grumbling about the interrupted kiss. Shaking your head at his endearing behaviour, you make your way towards him.

“So, Sungie~” He looks at you unsure of what’s next, you smile sweetly at him before grabbing his chin softly pulling him towards you. His excited gaze meeting yours. “~want to have a pajama party in my bedroom?” A beautiful smile formed on Jisung’s face. Though it lasted just for a moment, before it turned mischievous. His whole demeanour going back to the flirty boy he always is.

“Well, I would love to… though I should let you know, I don’t have pajamas.” Even when his comment is playful, his expression is anything but. His eyes, still fixed on yours, are dark with excitement. His usually warm brown irises are almost completely black besides the redness that still lingers. You are still deciding if it’s from arousal or because of the weed you smoked. Either way, it’s fascinating.

“That’s fine~" you pull away from him. Making your way towards the stairs while taking your shirt off, you wink at him. “You won’t actually need one”

The smile on his face is all the answer you need.

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Tags: @runningonkpop (thank you for having my back always)

#han jisung skz #han jisung fic #han jisung x reader #han jisung fluff #han jisung smut #almost #older!reader #gender neutral reader #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #saucy.writes #saucy.gifs

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litgheadcanons · 3 years ago

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Favorites & Least Favorites

This list is meant to give a glimpse into my types/who I like. I admit, I like a lot of unpopular LIs and I dislike some well-liked characters as well, but hopefully this gives some insight into my fantasy world.

FAVORITE BOYS

Season 1 – Levi & Jake

Levi is fine as hell, like, god damn! I always play Cherrygate being coupled with Mason, so Levi can be my knight in shining armor who whisks MC away from her shitty relationship, so that may have a lot to do with it.

Jake is not my type physically, but he’s sweet and I absolutely wish we could’ve had more time with him if he’s your endgame.

Season 2 – Ibrahim & Noah

Ibrahim is the sexiest man out of all four seasons, idgaf what anyone says. That lip bite alone is enough to make me forgive the damn Shannon nonsense (though, I have A LOT to say about that). He’s actually really sweet and sensitive though, and that coupled with him being so fucking fine makes him my forever number one.

Noah is also gorgeous, sweet, and sensitive, though his route is admittedly some bullshit.

Season 3 – Camilo & Bill

Camilo is the best looking guy imo in S3, and he’s also the most sensual & caring.

Bill is attractive & his personality is tolerable most of the time, and in S3, that’s about all we can ask for.

Season 4 – James & Will

James is such a sweetheart! He was honestly my second choice when the game first started releasing because I wanted fucking Kobi, but we all know how that worked out. To me he’s like a more confident, more mature version of Ibrahim, who I adore. He’s also really hot! I just wish they’d given us a hair-down look for him as well, cause yum.

*sigh* Where do I begin with Will? Ok, I hated him when the promos were being released because I honestly thought, ‘what self-respecting woman would be with a man covered in those 25 cent tattoos?!’ Then the game started and his personality gave me Rocco ~ I go where the breeze blows me ~ vibes, and again, this was not appealing to me. Then he had his confession moment and all of a sudden I was like, hmm, do I want to try it with him? Because confessions just do something to me. So I coupled with him out of curiosity and fell for him fucking hard, like a full-on dumbass.

LEAST FAVORITE BOYS

Season 1 – Jasper & Tim

Jasper not only acts like a tool, he looks like a creeper to me, so I just can’t with him. I always save Miles because at least he’s ok to look at.

I know Tim gets A LOT of love, but that whole joker/rapper persona is just such a huge turn-off for me, I cringe when he’s on screen.

Season 2 – Felix & Arjun

Felix & Arjun are both unattractive to me – and no, it’s not because of Felix’s body type; if he was built like Noah, it’d still be a hard pass for me. And they both suffer from being the two pushiest CA boys, which isn’t entirely their fault, but I find both of their personalities grating anyway.

Season 3 – Rafi & Harry

Rafi crying when MC didn’t want to hang out with him alone was an instant boner-killer for me. I appreciate that he doesn’t steal MC if you don’t want him to, but again this is a product of the writing, and not really a character choice since he is ok stealing Elladine if MC is paired with a woman.

Season 4 – I actually don’t dislike any boys this season!

FAVORITE GIRLS

Season 1 – Talia

She comes across a little weird sometimes, but she’s the only one I wasn’t annoyed having conversations with in S1.

Season 2 – Priya

Priya is the only girl from S2 I can stand. I hate it when she takes MC’s partner, but it isn’t her fault she’s coded that way. And I’m always nice to her so she doesn’t try anything with my man and once I get him back, she quickly becomes MC’s bestie every time.

Season 3 – Elladine

I like that Elladine is a super nice girl without being portrayed as a doormat like poor Hannah & Thabi.

Season 4 – Cora

I’m always besties with Kobi, which turns into being besties with Cora once he leaves, and I like that her conversations are interesting without being too heavy. She also doesn’t really have any problems that she looks to MC for advice about, and I love that. We all complained we didn’t wanna be the villa’s therapist in S2, and Cora literally never asks MC for advice.

LEAST FAVORITE GIRLS

Season 1 – Erika

Erika’s bitch moment happens whether you’re her best friend/biggest supporter or you completely antagonize her from day one, and she never apologizes for it! She actually rubbed me the wrong way right from day one, but we don’t find out just how shady/petty she is until the aftermath of Cherrygate. And again, she’s NEVER held accountable for that shit.

Season 2 – Hope

What I hate most about Hope is her fakeness. Hope is a smart woman, and I’d be willing to bet she knew within the first few days that A – her and Noah were not each other’s forever, and B – if she stayed with him from beginning to end, her chances of winning would go through the fuckin roof. I’m sure she did have some feelings for Noah, but I guarantee it was about winning for her, not finding love. Then the nerve to dub herself & Noah the greatest love story ever from day one pissed me the fuck off. Whether you go for Noah or not, Hope is dismissive of any relationship that isn’t hers, and encourages MC & other girls to graft – as long as it’s not on Noah because how dare you?!

Season 3 – Lily

I get that she comes in and has to basically decide who to break up, but I don’t understand her going so consistently hard for MC’s partner 100% of the time. She’s constantly touching and flirting with your partner, and doesn’t even try it with anyone else? Bullshit. At least Priya came across as being potentially interested in multiple guys and not really sure how she was gonna decide.

Season 4 – Juliet

First of all, Juliet watching MC & her ex hook up in the lover’s nook is creepy!!! Why was there no option to call her out for that nonsense?! Anyway, she annoys me because she grafts Will while being with my poor bestie Kobi and he doesn’t deserve that, plus she sticks her nose in MC’s business. It’s bad enough she brings it up in the first place, but to wait and theatrically do it in front of the whole group was a real cunt move. Sorry, not sorry.

#litg #litg s1 #litg s2 #litg s3 #litg s4 #litg headcanons #love island the game

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ravenadottir · 4 years ago

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If you could switch any of the routes, how would you do it? For example, put Noah in super easy mode by giving him Bobby's route. Or make Gary the Unicorn (Kassam's route).

((live footage of me thinking about noah having any other route than his own))

so, let’s see...

i would like noah’s playthrough to still have the flavor of his indecision, and plenty of dialogues so i could fall even more in love with him... but you know, less snakey and painful, soooo, i would give him rahim’s route. we get to be with him since day one, but he switches to someone else because of his insecurity, eventually becoming ours again when the right timing is right.

rahim should’ve had noah’s route. hear me out! he’s the one who cannot deal with confrontation. noah still bickers back when he and hope fight, and gives her some hard time when she says she makes more money than him. the only person who truly doesn’t take confrontation is rahim. he actually lets priya go for noah on operation, and i still don’t understand why he wouldn’t say anything, unless he was scared of calling her out. with that being said, he’s not out there at all, handsome, quiet and timid. that’s much more gentleman-y than noah ever was on those first couple of days! priya going after him on “operation nope” would make more sense than noah, because rahim is exactly her type, not book boy! she says she likes guys that can be cheeky and that’s who rahim is, despite of delivering the lines wrong. noah isn’t throwing pick up lines back and forth, and rahim was the one saying he doesn’t want to be friends with her because something else is on the table. and if we’re all playing the same game here, instead of hope, we put lottie on it. cause you know... cuckoo over a guy... and the fights with priya would stay in that realm of making sense. lottie going for priya’s guts would’ve actually been justified!

as for crane boy, i wanted to see something flavorful in than just lottie pining over him while he’s entirely into mc. it’s just very annoying she calls dibs without ever being with him. lucas’s route would fit gary so well, because he’s still unsure of whether he should trust someone or not, after being burned. and it would make sense for him to switch because he’s conflicted. it makes sense for lucas, but not for henrik (that was ooc), so gary could take that part. after mc is back and alone, he realizes the mistake he made and apologizes. it suits him better than henrik, i’ll tell you that. plus, if they made blake convince him? even better! one more for the “naive gary” for the win.

henrik could’ve been a casa amor guy. he’s the kind of boy you either fall in love right away or never give him a second look. imagine this dumbass of a guy trying to get with you in less than three days, while being confused about everything felix says! getting him so desperately trying to get with you being his confident self would’ve been another level! it also doesn’t make sense for him and lucas to come after the girl they’re with. they’re mates! it needed to be something about the frenemies trope and not the little brother-big brother. if we could put henrik on carl’s place, alien boy would’ve been a bombshell:

carl coming in on day 5, taking henrik’s spot, would have a much richer development. he has a lot to learn about trust and control, and spending more time with us would teach him that. if carl brought someone back from casa amor, it would give sense to what he says later about “ending things before they get serious”. the angst would’ve been far more intense and the compensation of his arc much more satisfying than it is, giving him a full circle of a “awkward and scared” trope and giving us the carl arc we deserved.

rocco can stay put. his arc kind of fits him well and i don’t mind not seeing him again.

lucas could have gary’s route, and i would love to fight marisol over him. bear with me, it will make sense in a bit. lucas being an og boy would actually be cool since he doesn’t make the best first impressions with the guys, only the girls. the friendships would’ve been conditional and i would love to see that! plus, a little of hope’s glances towards him. but back to the marisol thing. she knows this is a place to find love, but also to play a game when it’s needed. once you get the breakfast gate happening, it’s on! marisol would be interested in him because of his looks and background. being so educated, honest, blunt and rude as he is, for once, she would’ve stirred from her usual type, and we could’ve had a little bit of a healthy competition.. imagine the snarky comments but still, the friendship with her being intact if one of us gets the guy. and marisol still being a love interest would only make everything more flavorful. “i thought i was competing for him, but it turns out, i was into you the whole time.”

bobby getting the unicorn route, in casa amor. imagine the players that unlocked him saying “did you know he’s a baker who makes cupcakes for his friends when they’re sad?” it would actually be a unicorn because once you’re on his route, and is sweet just like him, he boops you. PLAYERS POSTING ABOUT THE UNICORN GUY BOOPING THEM. i bet fusebox would’ve fixed that shit already, given he would become quite popular, not only because of his looks (because let’s face it, he’s adorable) but also the things he says and does. plus, if they played the cards right, he would’ve gone down on mc during casa, and OH MY GOD, the stans would lose their shit even more!

kassam would get bobby’s spot, and honestly? he would’ve been a direct competition to mysteryous lucas. he has so much to offer, but after casa amor, all the guys become the same person and that’s honestly a waste! kassam being there since day one would’ve been legitimately the quiet guy. even more so than noah.

elisa coming in from casa amor and staying, instead of shannon. again, hear me out. elisa still being an li it would mean she falls for us after being with a guy, and in this case, noah. elisa being a mean casa girl, but falling for us and having a completely new “enemies to lovers” route? UM, YES! much more interesting than what they gave her. let’s face it, girl was robbed! plus, day 19 is when everything happens, and elisa being jealous of whoever we saved (or brought back) is actually a dream! i still want a cool girl to be jealous of my mc!

shannon coming in later would make much more sense if she foght jo over one of the boys. the betrayal is far superior given they both came in together and were supposed to have each other’s backs. the fight would happen, and because shannon is not with him, it would also be understandable for her to not get the guy involved.

this second part you didn’t ask for, but like, my brain is gonna be scratching if i don’t match them like this:

‘new villa’

‘og boys and girls’

noah + hope become: rahim + lottie (staying together until the end, and it would make sense for lottie to be paranoid about priya and mc)

rahim + marisol become: noah + hope (would split right after hope realized he’s not her type)

gary + hannah become: lucas + hannah (hannah still gets dumped, but lucas is entirely for grabs after day 10)

rocco as rocco // rocco + mc (that could be the obligatory choice until he gets kicked for getting with someone else, and that would interchangeable among the girls depending on who you flirt with)

kassam as bobby kassam + marisol (it looks and feels cursed, but they would’ve mixed and matched once marisol noticed he’s not her type)

‘bombshells’

carl + gary

‘casa amor’

henrik coming in instead of carl, the other boys as themselves.

elisa being brought by rahim, and blake being brought by either carl or gary. much easier to manipulate, let’s face it.

shannon and jo come together and fight over one of the guys (probably)

‘disaster recoupling’

- jakub would choose lottie

- rahim would choose priya or mc (depending on your participation on operation rattie... or lohim)

- bombshell that stayed (gary or carl) chooses mc, stealing her away or staying in a couple as they were after girls’ choice

- noah chooses hope (and the surprise would be just as big, given hope doesn’t think anything of him because he’s too shy)

- lucas chooses chelsea

- kassam goes for marisol

‘stick or switch’

- jakub stays loyal (despite of bedding someone)(lottie going insane over the fact that he did that, regardless of how she feels disgusted by him)

- rahim stays loyal to priya, or brings blake back, if he’s with mc

- bombshell (gary or carl) brings blake back or stays loyal (depending on operation lohim)

- noah brings elisa (even though he’s not a hundred percent sure, and you can choose him the next recoupling)

- lucas stays loyal to chelsea, regardless

- kassam stays single

- marisol still switches to graham (even on her route)

- chelsea brings elijah back if you stayed single, or stays loyal to lucas if you switch

my brain is tired, i’m going night-night after this one.

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thedistrictsleepsalonetonight · 4 years ago

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River flows in you (or Dani is finding it very hard to take care of her stubborn, idiotic girlfriend)

An offhand comment courtesy of Owen Sharma wasn’t how Dani wanted to find out she was probably being clingy, mostly because it was extremely hypocritical of a man who spent most of his time following the housekeeper around a huge manor to say that to her. However, now that it was out there—

“You think I’m being clingy?” she asks, her doubts slowly taking shape into a definite worry she would fret over, late at night.

Owen raises his head from where it’s resting on Hannah’s lap. “I didn’t say you were being clingy.”

“You said I was panicking too much over not having seen Jamie for just a day!”

“Dani, darling,” Hannah says, her voice soft and soothing, the exact same way one would address a grumpy pet bird or nearabout, “you’re not being clingy. Just overthinking as usual.”

And how does one not do that, she thinks but takes a swig out of the abysmal cup of coffee she’d made herself instead of articulating it. You kiss the boy who’s supposed to be the great love of your life, but it doesn’t make you feel all the things you’re supposed to feel; what do you do? You stay up at night agonizing the way the girl wearing the nose ring at the shopping arcade turned to look at you, the way her eyes seemed to be telling a story you weren’t brave enough to hear yet; what do you do? The man you were supposed to marry dies and you are haunted by the ghost of him hiding in every mirror you look in; what do you do? You meet a girl who is all the prettiness of the moon, all the light of the stars, wrapped up in one person and somehow, she’s stupid enough to love you back; what do you do?

“Think, Dani,” Owen says. “The girl is a goner for you. She sent a letter because she couldn’t make it to the house for a couple of days. Stop worrying.”

(My darling Dani, this is how the letter had started. The middle read I’m sorry I won’t be at the house for a couple of days, there’s just some; the end read I miss you, I miss your lips, I miss the way you feel in my arms, I miss the sunlight that you carry at the back of your neck, I cannot wait to see you again.

Yours, eternally

Jamie)

Dani nods.

“Is that a ‘Yes, Owen, you’re right and I will indeed stop worrying’ nod, or a ‘I’ll agree to get you to shut up’ nod?”

“Um,” she tells him. “A little bit of both?”

Hannah and Owen sigh in unison.

*****

Dani tells herself she’s not being clingy, the next day, as she sits in her bed, holding the receiver of the telephone to her ear. She’s not. It’s just that today Owen had looked shifty when she’d asked him if he’d run into Jamie up at the village, and considering how bad a liar the man was, yeah, she was right to be concerned.

(Plus, it’s been two days. Two days of not seeing Jamie’s face, or hearing her voice, or feeling her hands entangled with her own.

She wasn’t prepared for this. She’d never felt this level of intensity with Eddie. Never felt the urgency to be around him this much or stay up to talk to him the entire night. This — being with Jamie — was exciting, and thrilling and unprecedented, and honestly, she seemed to be spending most of her time walking around and feeling dazed with just how much she felt.)

The phone rings a long time. Long enough for her to wonder if she should just hang up. It was ten in the night, after all. Jamie could’ve fallen asleep. She could be outside. She could be sitting in the couch, just feeling sick of her clingy girlfriend and vehemently hating the—

Okay. Stop.

(You are not going there, Dani thinks, furiously. We, and here she imagines herself pointing a stern finger at the Dani in her head, are not going there, you hear me?)

Rewind.

Jamie could be busy. She could’ve—

“’ello?”

“Ja — Jamie?” she asks, because the voice on the other end sounds like it’s been put through a meat grinder and then fed to a hound. But it’s Jamie. She knows that. Only Jamie’s voice can make that thing inside her chest jump the loop-de-loop and end with a cheer. “Are you okay?”

There’s a thud on the other end, a thud that sounds to Dani like someone’s just dropped the receiver in shock, and it makes her smile.

“Dani?”

“Hi, there,” she says, her palms feeling sweaty. Nobody said having a girlfriend was going to require this much fortitude. “I — I hadn’t seen you in a while and—”

“No, I’m,” Jamie says, hurriedly, “I’m glad you called. It’s, uh, it’s good to hear your voice.”

Dani closes her eyes, covers her face with her other hand. She is lucky nobody’s around right now. God only knows the number of jokes Miles would’ve cracked if he’d gotten a glimpse of her like this, red as a tomato, smiling cheek to cheek.

“It is?”

“Yeah.” There’s a sound again, and then comes distant coughing. Dani imagines her standing near the phone, hand against the wall, head tilted to one side. The mental image makes her ache somewhere inside. “Really, really good.”

“You’re sick.”

“Wha — that’s crazy. I’m not — I’m not sick. You’re sick.”

Dani laughs. “Jamie. Baby. You’re sick.”

“You called me baby,” Jamie sing-songs, and it sounds adorable in her hoarse voice.

“Idiot,” Dani tells her. “Why didn’t you tell Owen when you sent the letter?”

There’s silence on the other end.

“Oh.”

More silence.

“Why did he not—”

“—okay, wait, please don’t be mad at him. I made him promise he wouldn’t tell you.”

“And why would you do that?”

Jamie groans. “Because it’s not a big deal. I’m alright. Totally fine. Totally chill.”

“Uh huh, okay,” Dani says. “What’d you have for dinner then?”

Jamie falls silent again.

“Jamie?” Dani prompts, after two whole minutes of crickets chirping on the phone.

“Um, a cracker?”

Dani sighs, tells Jamie she’s in grave, grave trouble, and then hangs up.

Owen takes one look at her, and grudgingly takes the car keys out of his pocket.

*****

Objectively, Jamie looks like death dressed up in layers and fluffy slippers. Looks like her hair hasn’t seen a comb in two days, like her nose could masquerade as a police siren, and her back definitely, definitely has seen better days.

On the other hand, Dani’s looking at her through the hearts that have formed over her eyes, so this is what she sees: the woman she loves, the most beautiful woman in the world, completely at home. Her hair has the same curl that usually tickles Dani’s nose when she buries her face in it; her lips are turned up in the smile Dani’s long come to realize only comes out when they’re together; and her eyes, though red, are somehow still sparkling when they’re looking right at her.

Dani lets out a deep breath she’s been holding for a while. The yearning passes. The relief permeates through her veins, painting her insides with peace.

(Dani’s so in love she doesn’t know what to do with herself)

She tries her very best to sound stern. “Why are you like this?”

“Counter question, Poppins,” Jamie replies, leaning against the doorjamb, and whoa, she sounds worse than on the phone. “Why do you like this?”

Dani rolls her eyes, steps forward, arms raised to hug her and—

Jamie holds her by the shoulders, stops her. Dani looks down, suddenly unsure again. It was one thing to emergency drive to your girlfriend’s place at night because she was a self-sabotaging dumbass who had no idea how to take care of herself; entirely another thing to expect her to want you there.

“I’m sor—”

“No!” Jamie tells her, shaking her head wildly and then groaning. “I just — I’m a hotbed of germs right now, Dani. I’d really rather I didn’t infect you too.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Jamie continues. “Snot factory. Ultra gross.”

“I don’t mind if you don’t,” Dani tries, because she really, really wants to hug her girlfriend, germs be damned.

Jamie groans again. “How am I supposed to say no if you give me those eyes?”

A minute later, clutched tightly in Jamie’s arms, Dani counts it as a victory.

*****

Dani sets to work almost immediately.

“It’s not that bad,” Jamie explains defensively, when Dani stands at the entrance to the drawing room, just staring at the mess in horror. There’s a bundle of clothes on a chair, half-empty packets and wrappers strewn around the television, and to her great amusement, Jamie’s bra hanging from one of the potted plants that stands between the room and the balcony.

“I’d really like to know your definition of not that bad,” Dani asks, raising her hands to put air-quotes around the last part, “because clearly it differs to mine.”

Jamie sits on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket and pouts.

“You threw your bra at it, Jamie,” Dani reprimands her, picking it off the snake plant. “Look at it. It looks embarrassed.”

“That’s Boulevard,” Jamie tells her. “Boulie for short. And he’s a creep anyway, so you shouldn’t worry.”

(Of course Jamie named her plants. Dani picks this fact and tucks it away somewhere near her heart, into an envelope she’s long labelled “Jamie”)

“Why Boulevard?”

“I like the word,” Jamie shrugs, smiles. “The one behind him is Bourgeois, or Bougie. That there’s Avenue, and Bottle and Ocean. And there’s one at the very end—”

Dani crouches, thumbs at the bright yellow Dahlia that’s smiling at her.

“—that one’s Dani.”

“Huh,” she looks up and grins at Jamie. “Why Dani?”

“Like I said before,” Jamie tells her, solemnly, “it sounds like the best word to me.”

*****

Dani blows gently on the spoon, then extends it towards Jamie.

“You really don’t have to do this.”

“I know I don’t have to,” Dani tells her, patiently. “I want to. I want to take care of you, and feed you chicken noodle soup, and pick your stupid bra off of your plants—”

“—not where I thought this was going, but okay—”

Jamie finishes the spoonful, and Dani digs in for another one.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“That you were sick.”

“Because it really isn’t bad,” Jamie says, offhandedly. She’s looking away, her hands fiddling with an errant string on the blanket, and Dani waits for more. “I just gotta wear it out, I guess. Three days of rest and then back to normal.”

“Doesn’t look like it’s that easy,” she replies, casually, feeding Jamie another spoonful.

“I — I’m used to this, okay?” Jamie pauses and takes a deep breath. “I’m used to doing this alone. Been taking care of myself since a long, long time. I don’t wanna—”

“—yes?”

“I don’t wanna get used to this. People taking care of me. I mean, you might not be around long and then I’d have to go back to it and that would suck worse than,” Jamie sucks in a deep, trembling breath, and Dani aches, “yeah. So. That, I guess.”

Dani leans forward, kisses Jamie on the lips, and then on her forehead. Searches for something to say.

(Because here’s the thing: she understands exactly where Jamie’s coming from. When you’ve been alone for a long time, you do get used to not depending on people. Part of Jamie sees this vulnerability as a weakness. Part of her sees it potential incoming grief)

“What if,” she whispers, hesitantly, lips still close to Jamie’s temple, “what if I do stay for a long time?”

Jamie chokes out a wet laugh. “Is that a challenge or a promise?”

“It’s whatever you need it to be.” I’ll be whatever you need to be, for however long you need me.

“What if I want you to stay forever?”

Then you have me forever. “Only if you let me name a plant after you and eat this entire bowl of noodles,” she says instead.

Jamie laughs again, and Dani thinks, strangely enough — I’m gonna marry her one day. It won’t be tomorrow, or a week later, or even six months later, but one day, she will. She knows it as certainly as she knows that there is no way she can convince Jamie to go to sleep after this, until she pouts, as she knows that her girlfriend’s still going to be the biggest self-sabotaging idiot in the world, no matter how many times Dani chastises her.

But there will be a moon in the sky, every night, and the stars will continue to spell out Jamie’s name for her and like every other inevitable truth that exists in their lives, Dani will love Jamie for however long she can.

#the haunting of bly manor #thobm #thobm fanfic #fanfiction #based on a prompt #sick fic #also im slowly making my way through all the prompts in my inbox and its hard so i apologize for the delay #i'm just feeling.....exhausted #so i write in stretches and now my back is killing me so forgive mistakes #no editing we die like dani clayton #dani x jamie #anyways happy reading!#i hope you guys like it

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go-bonkers-go-foolish · 5 years ago

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highlights of starkid’s black friday part two

here we go boys

i’m gonna be real the first time i watched this i had no fucking clue what was happening for a solid two and a half minutes

shoutout to whoever choreographed this because i love it

THIS MAN’S NAME IS CHRISTOPHER KRINGLE

robert’s inflection combined with the exaggerated hand gestures is the single funniest thing i’ve ever seen

THE ELVES’ NAMES ARE JINGLE AND JANGLE I’M GONNA CRY

i would pay so much money to see this movie

“thaaaaaaaaat’s right :^)”

the love interest’s name is NOELLE bitch i’m hollering

how does lauren look so adorable in that stupid elf costume??

these lyrics are fucking gold man

joey’s literally just vibin

P A S S C H R I S K R I N G L E T H E B A L L

santa’s gonna Reconnect With The Teens™

“becky look!!! remember when we carved that?” “yeah...it’s...a penis” “eyyy”

becky’s monologue about her ex-husband...fuck dude

“it’s funny. stanley was the one who made me go to nursing school. that’s how i knew where his femoral artery was.” HOLY SHIT

“you say you killed your family. i hope i killed mine.” D U D E

Take Me Back absolutely made me break down dude i’m still crying

“if the universe is infinite, then it’s definite, there’s an alternate reality where we’re now a family.”

“if you’re really santa, tell me something only santa would know” GDGJHSLJHSGK

“i knew it. i knew you weren’t santa” WHEN DID THIS BECOME THE CONFLICT I NEED TO SEE THIS MOVIE

“........a red tricycle.” “santa!!!!!!!!!!” (passionate tongue kissing)

so we all agree that wilbur cross is uncle wiley, right

“in short, mr. president, we are trying to stop the birth....of a god.” what a raw line

“If We Have Faith, We Will Be Rewarded With A Cuddly Toy” -the homeless dude, who i’m pretty sure has just been vibin this whole time

god i kind of want a wiggly now

the audience losing their minds at linda being the supreme cult mother

“please, for the love of god, just let me go.” “oh, i’ve met god. he had nothing nice to say about you.” (THROAT SLASH)

FUCKIN RAW LINE RIGHT THERE

linda: “you willlllll adoooooore me....” my dumbass, already in love: ok

“unless i get what i- shit it’s gerald”

YES MAAM LIFT THAT LAUREN LOPEZ UP LIKE JESUS

h i p t h r u s t

hmm i dont like new ethan

wiggly: “hello hannah. let’s be pally-wals.” me, with a water gun full of holy water: dont try it demon

the way he says “rotten little banana” is terrifying

“i’m going to have to peel you. i’m going to split you in two. i’m going to Eat you, hannah.” WHAT the fuck

hannah’s scream when wiggly threatens her?? chilling

god someone protect this kid

uh yeah Do You Want To Play is genuinely one of the scariest songs i’ve ever heard from a starkid musical, or pretty much any musical. like, this sweet nurse who waited hours in the freezing cold to get a toy for a little girl who lost her sight is about to viciously murder an eleven-year-old in cold blood because of wiggly.

so, theory time. becky’s a nurse. i dont think that even in her altered state she would miss hannah entirely and accidentally inject it into her own leg. but hannah was wearing the hat. i think ethan was right, it protected her.

joey is scaring me but also giving me some very sexy energy that i’m not opposed to

“Only in america could wiggly take root! Hold this”

“WHEN YOU’RE MADE IN AMERICAAAAAAAAAAAA” fuck yeah!!!!!

“i’m going to cut open your belly-well, and deck the halls with your gutsy-wutsies...” JESUS CHRIST

shoutout to macnamara for literally everything, he’s doing great

can you IMAGINE being president goodman here. like you just found out you’ve killed millions of innocent people and the world is probably going to end in the next hour or so and there’s nothing left to do and all the while this demonic entity is baby-talking to you and laughing that terrifying laugh? yeah, i’d go insane too.

curt mega’s acting is top notch here, dude, he actually scared me

also what the FUCK was that last wiggly laugh

“you better not be fucking with me.....” uh hey sherman i’ll give you five (5) dollars to stop that

“there’s something that’s beautiful, being awake for my funeral” fuck

“still, i thought that angels did exist, but now i hope they plan to end it quick, ‘cause friday is black for me, only my ashes will see the sea” i gotta sit down for a while

“I’m authorizing you to use my firearm.” F U C K Y E A H

theory: macnamara is hannah’s father (and maybe lex’s) since they can both see into/communicate with the black and white

MONSTERS AND MEN REPRISE

oh my god tim never said he wanted a wiggly oh god oh fuck

“kids don’t want that piece of shit! they’re all into fortnite, dude!”

If I Fail You also made me cry i’m very emotional over this musical

“answer me, or I’ll open your mouth with my FUCKING KNIFE!” JESUS CHRIST LAUREN

i love that wiggly’s theme is carol of the bells

“look at you! you’re paralyzed with fear!” “no. i’m just lining up my shot.” FUCK YEAH

“you have two choices: abandon your god or burn here with him” this dialogue is so fuckin powerful dude

yeah so all of them burning alive freaked me out but what a way to end a cult

“you know, i have this kooky reclusive biology professor...” when i tell you i YELLED

“wear a watch.” AHHHHHH

what an ending.

anyway stan starkid goodnight

part one

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b-b-b-b-bones · 4 years ago

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Hello Bones fandom, thank you for putting up with me, I have a new video game hyperfixation and you all know that means it’s time for me to compare all the characters from that game to Bones characters. The fun thing about Zero Escape is that it and Bones are two of the only works from which I have found at least one character of almost every Myers-Briggs type (both are missing just one). So I’ll be comparing characters based on who they share their type with.

I adore them so, they’re my wife, my husband, I would literally die for both of u

They’re nothing like them but they’re still their SISTERS and they LOVE EACH OTHER

Lotus actually reminds me a little more of Angela, just because they are both pretty lady computer scientists. But Hodgins is the one she shares her type with, and I guess they’re also similar in a less literal way. At their worst, both of them are callous and cynical and even outwardly antagonistic towards those around them.

Unless... they were secretly the bad guy the whole time?!! 🤯

They’re both actually really smart though

I feel like the philosophy behind creating both of these characters was the same. Like, okay, we’ve established that every single character is really smart and quirky, right? What if we mixed it up by adding in some guy who’s, like, still smart but has no quirks, or a guy who’s just some average dumbass off the street? Boy, that’ll be fun.

Oliver is also the same type as Ace, and maybe that would have been a more appropriate comparison. But I was just very excited by the prospect of whisking Oliver away from his friends and family and sending him to live in a post-apocalyptic future just so I can force him to do some math.

They both also have some inexplicably Christian imagery associated with them; Rodolfo is an atheist but he wears a cross necklace to remind him of his family, and I don’t think we ever get any insight into Aoi’s religion or lack thereof, but I imagine that someone who, when asked to come up with a codename, goes, “Call me, call me fuckin’ uh Santa Claus lmao” is not a man of very much faith.

Bonus 1:

I haven’t officially named an INFP for Zero Escape, but if there is one it’s probably one of these sweet boyos whom I have refrained from typing because kids are hard to type. Sweets is also a child so it fits.

Bonus 2:

There aren’t any main or major characters from Bones who I would call an ISTP, but when it comes to minor characters, that’s the vibe I always kind of got from Hannah. So, Hannah’s a serial killer and good on Booth for getting out when he still could

#bonestv #zero escape #shitpost #main characters #squinterns #Hannah Burley #long post

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chlodani · 4 years ago

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This is my next smau. It's a Harry Potter smau. Neville X F.!Reader pairing. There's a bit of Fred X F.!Reader pairing in here. There's also Neville X Fred X F.!Reader. Title:A Muggle's Love Story

Trigger warning: Slight swearing! Mentions of sex! Will be mentions of rape! Slight abuse! If you are sensitive to these things read at your own risk! Major Fred X F.!Reader fluff!

Y/n was a muggle brought into the world of magic, at a very young age. She didn't know how to handle it. And with her older sister, her guardian being the only one who could take care of her, it proved to be difficult for her with her sister being the Defense Against The Dark Arts professor, and her having to live in the world of magic. She feels a little left out, seeing as both her sisters, her older and her younger, - her twin - are wizards and she is not. But that all disappears when she meets the one person who helped her realize not everything is about that. And it's not all its cracked up to be. Neville was there for her since she was young and they became the best of friends. However, as they got older they realized their feelings were more for each other than they even orginally thought. But what happens when Neville finally has the courage and another man tries to swoop in and take him from her?

Special Edition Part 4. . .

Y/n's P.O.V.

A devious smile passed me as a thought came to my head. I quickly took Fred's phone from him, hiding it underneath my leg. Fred smiled as he looked at me. My stomach jumped as he rested his arm on my stomach. I couldn't stop smiling as I looked at him.

"You think I can't get that?" Fred challenged.

"I didnt think you'd wanna touch my ass, just to get it," I told him not being able to stop smiling.

He chuckled.

"Try me sweetheart,"

I chuckled softly as I held his hand, locking our fingers.

"You weren't paying enough attention to me,"

All he did was smile.

"You want me to pay attention to you?"

"Yes,"

Fred chuckled. He pulled me closer to him, starting to tickle me. That's one of the things I hate the most, but I couldn't help but to laugh. I tried to scramble away from him, but he wouldn't let me. It got so bad, I ended up on his lap completely. He had one of his hands on my back and the other arm over my legs. We were just staring into each others eyes. I never noticed how gorgeous his eyes were until now. They may be brown, but he's gorgeous. How and why do I have to love him as much as I love Neville? Without knowing what we were doing at the moment, Fred had his hand on the side of my neck and our lips were pressed together. Immediately we both started to move them along the others in sync. He held me tighter as he pressed his lips to mine even harder, kissing me even more passionately. A soft gentle moan left me as we kissed. The only thought that went through my head at this moment was that I wanted him. All I wanted was him. Just as I put my hands on the sides of his neck, he gently pulled away. Way to make it awkward.

"So, uh, where's your bottle of Fire Whiskey?" I asked him casually looking away from him.

I could feel his boner as I sat on him. If I'm being honest, it actually turned me on.

"I have a bottle in the kitchen cupboard, right above the sink," Fred answered almost in an awkward way.

I stood from his lap, walking over to the kitchen. I couldn't stop thinking of our kiss as I took the bottle and poured us some in a couple of wine glasses.

"So, are you sure you're okay hon?" Fred asked me curiously concerned.

As I walked back to the couch I responded:

"Yes, - I just - I'm not so sure I can face Neville if there really is another girl that he likes."

I sat down on the couch next to him, as I handed him a glass.

"Well, like I said, that would be his loss for letting go of someone so precious and valuable. And for hurting you I'll kick his ass,"

A soft smile passed me. I gently took hold of Fred's hand.

"Na, dont do that - I just need you there for me,"

Fred locked our fingers together.

"I always will be,"

"I know, -"

I took a sip from my glass.

"I remember when Neville and I met, - We were eleven, and he was the first person I noticed-"

7 Years Earlier. . .

I stood next to this really cute kid. He had dark brown hair, and light hazel eyes. He had cute chubby cheeks. And he was adorable and chubby. I could tell he was nervous as he looked at me. Which made him even more adorable. I gestured to the empty gap between him and another student.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked him politely.

He said nothing as he gestured next to him. I smiled as I sat down next to him. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

"I'm Y/n Moon," I said to him as I held my hand out to him.

He was nervous as he held my hand to shake it.

"I'm N-Neville L-Longbottom," he spoke nervously.

I chuckled at how cute he is.

"Awe, you're shy, that's so cute! - We can be friends if you want,"

He smiled at me as he nodded. Awe! He is so cute.

Present Day. . .

As I traced my thumb over the design on the glass in my hand, a tear slipped from my eye. Fred gently put his fingers underneath my chin, turning my face to him. He cupped my face with his hand, as he used his thumb to wipe away the tears.

"Forget about that dumbass, - If he doesnt want you, that's on him. There is nothing wrong with you sweetheart," Fred said to me trying to be encouraging.

I said nothing as he looked directly into my eyes. I wanted to kiss him again so bad. And he knew it. He moved his hand away. Shivers ran through me as he let his hand rest on my leg, a little closer to thigh. I couldn't help but to stare at his long slender fingers, and wonder how good he really was with his fingers and hands. I let myself think about his hands roaming all over my body. I found myself lightly biting my lip. I didn't even realize that Fred was staring at me until he moved his hand. I honestly felt so embarrassed.

"Do you remember how we met?" Fred asked me.

I softly laughed. I took another sip from my glass.

"How could I not? You were so damn confident, I couldn't help but to be attracted to you," I said to him.

He chuckled.

"I think Neville was pretty pissed though," he stated.

I laughed softly.

7 Years Earlier. . .

I smiled as this really cute, red haired, brown eyed guy sat next to me. I couldn't help but to look at him. He was smiling as he stared into my eyes.

"Hey cutie, I'm Fred Weasley, what's your name?" Fred asked confidently.

"I'm Y/n Moon," I replied not being able to stop smiling.

"So, are you gonna need someone to show you around? Get used to the school?" He asked me in a hopeful tone.

"Well, -"

I pointed to Neville.

"Neville said he was gonna show me around, at least what he's already been shown,"

I could see the disappointment cross his eyes.

"Oh, -"

He stood from the bench.

"Well, I hope you enjoy yourself,"

I actually didnt want him to leave. I quickly and boldly grabbed onto his arm. A surprised look crossed him as he turned to look at me.

"Would you like to come with us?"

He didnt know what to say for a moment. He smiled as he sat back down.

"I'd love to,"

I smiled as the three of us started talking.

Present Day. . .

Fred and I both chuckled.

"You're boldness really surprised me, and you had me hooked from that moment," Fred said to me.

"You had me hooked from the moment you sat down next to me," I said to him trying to one up him.

He put his hand on my leg once again. I felt my stomach slightly jump. I still want him. I took a nice big drink of my Fire whiskey.

"So, how does your heritage work anyway? I've always been curious and you've never really explained it?" Fred asked me curiously.

"Well, Adelina is my half sister, Luna and Jami are my real sisters. I mean obviously Jami's my sister, we're twins. But our fathers were different. Adelina's father was a wizard, just like our mother. Mother ended up falling in love with a muggle and she got pregnant from him. She got pregnant with twins, and Jami inherited from mother's side and they think I got being a muggle from my father,"

I sighed. He knew I thought I wasn't good enough for either him or Neville because I was a muggle. While him and Neville are both pure bloods. Fred softly took my hand, looking into my eyes. He moved closer to me. He took my hand to his lips, kissing my fingers softly.

"I dont care that you're a muggle - You are the most amazing person I know. - You're unique in your own way. - Every single day I fall in love with you all over again. Every single time I look at you. - Every single time I'm with you - Honestly if I could have anyone, I would want it to be you,"

I could feel a blush rising to my cheeks. I slightly looked away from him.

"Oh Fred - Stop -" I trailed off.

He smiled satisfied.

"Why? - "

Fred moved closer. So close I could feel his chest rest against my arm. I could feel my body shivering. I still want him. And it's taking all my strength not to tell him right here, right now that I want him and that I want him now. He moved his face closer to my ear, slightly breathing on the edge of it.

"Afraid you'll fall in love with me even more?" He asked in a soft whisper.

I let out a soft breath not being able to help myself. Fred gently turned my face to him. He had the softest look in his eyes. I knew he wanted to kiss me again, but he was hesitant. It was almost as if he was begging me without words. I could feel the fire whiskey working within me and I honestly loved it. I wasn't thinking so much of Neville. It was just Fred. I couldn't help myself, so I smashed my lips onto his and I kissed him passionately. I knew he loved it, but he was being as cautious as he possibly could be. I knew he was. I wanted him close to me. And he knew I did. I didn't even have to say it. He pulled away again. I protested quietly.

"Y/n, why don't we just talk?" Fred suggested.

I sighed. Though he still held onto my hand. I took another sip from my glass.

"How did you meet Hannah again?" Fred asked me casually.

"It was at Hogwarts, Adelina wanted me to tag along with her class, so I went. And I was happy because I got to be with Neville, -"

"Or as I say, 'He who shall not be named'" Fred spoke.

I chuckled as I gently punched his arm.

"He was fine at the time, - Anyway, Adelina was talking with Hagrid at the time and Draco had decided he wanted to be a dick to me, -"

A smile passed me as I thought of Neville.

"It was actually quite adorable, Neville tried to stick up for me, but he was also still really shy, so when Draco shot him down he shut up real quickly. Hannah noticed how Draco was being to me and she stepped in. She stood up for me and she apologized for him. Apparently she's known Draco pretty much all her life and she hates the fact that Draco can be such an ass sometimes. Though he's settled down quite a bit as he's gotten older, so, I guess it's not that big of a deal. That day that Hannah stood up for me, we became instant friends and she started hanging with me and Neville. That's the day you met her,"

"Well, you guys are pretty close,"

"Yeah, -"

I smiled.

"Hannah's great, - And she's always there when I need her. Just like Jami, Luna, and Adelina. My three sisters,"

Fred moved a piece of hair from my face, again looking into my eyes.

"Dont forget about me," he said to me softly.

He took the drink in my hand and set it on the coffee table in front of us. All I could do was look at him, as he rested his hand on the side of my face. I held onto his hand with him, as I lightly moved my lips to kiss the palm of his hand.

"I could never - I honestly wouldn't know what to do without you," I told him.

"You'll never have to find out,"

He looked into my eyes just staring into them. I knew what he wanted and he knew what I wanted. Though he was still hesitant.

"I wanna kiss you so bad," Fred said to me softly.

"Fred -"

I put my hand on the side of his neck.

"Please do," I pleaded.

"But -"

I could almost feel tears in my eyes.

"Fred, - Please,"

He sighed softly in defeat. In a gentle motion he pressed our lips together and very lightly started to kiss me. He added the passion, only slightly. I knew he was hesitant. I didn't want him to be, but I knew he was. And I didnt think there was anything I could do to change that.

To Be Continued. . .

Special Edition Part 5 Coming Soon. . .

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@cece-lives-here

@saur20

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teeentyonepilots · 5 years ago

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Hohoho it’s me, your Secret Santa, @neds-bayou !! It’s been great talking to you and I hope you have a fantastic day with lots of fun and celebration! I am so excited to reveal who I am so we can talk for real!

For your gift, I wrote you a fic and I hope you like it! I used some of your favorite story elements.

Merry Christmas, Hannah!!

Tyler knew he was the world’s biggest chicken but he swore he had good excuses as to why he’s never confessed his true feelings to Josh. From the moment he met Josh, he knew—over a year later able to recall longingly the dim lighting, a hue of red over his downright adorable face from the exit sign overhead which heralded their fateful meeting. Josh’s smile burnt into his retinas, and his handshake imprinted into the whirls of Tyler’s fingerprints.

Falling so quickly in love— something he was hesitant to even saying, feeling like it was too cliche— was unexpected and Tyler didn’t realize it for at least two months, and denied it for another six. After a lot of introspection and agonizing, he finally came to the conclusion that he was completely and deeply in love with Josh. They were just so compatible and everything worked so well.

Josh even pointed out early on how they were soulmates, in so many words.

“Dude, it feels like I’ve known you in like all my past lives, or something. I’ve never been this close to someone so fast and with anyone else I would feel uncomfortable telling that to, but with you…. man, I know you get what I mean.”

Tyler knew exactly what he meant and at the time, just agreed and acted like it was just some cool platonic joke they had, rather than a truth that made his heart race and palms sweat imagining who they were to each other throughout history.

He had a lot to wrestle with in the growth of his friendship with Josh; not just in acknowledging his feelings, but also allowing himself to love another man. While his family turned out to be more accepting over the years, there was still a lot holding Tyler back. The judgements of everyone else echoed horrifically, but worst of all was the thought that Josh wouldn’t accept him. Not having the feelings reciprocated was one thing that Tyler would have to deal with, breaking his heart. But having Josh utterly reject him for being attracted to him? Cutting all ties off? Tyler wouldn’t know what to do if that were to happen.

So he decided to live in waiting for the right moment, when he was finally sure it would turn out okay and he wouldn’t lose Josh in the process.

But there never was a ‘right’ moment. For every ounce of evidence, every nice thing Josh said to him or friend swearing up and down that he liked Tyler back, Tyler couldn’t take the plunge. There were many moments where he knew he was a breath away from planting a huge kiss on Josh’s lips but time and time again, he held back.

Being in a band together only complicated it all. Josh joined the band this past year and Tyler knew he couldn’t say anything after that happened. The music meant everything to the both of them and they made all the sacrifices to say that they didn’t want anything to come in the way of playing shows and touring

Telling Josh that he was in love with him would probably change their dynamic entirely, at worst— he would leave the band. There was too much of a risk so Tyler decided, for now, not to say those three words his heart begged him to say.

“What if I could guarantee it would work out?” Mark said, the usual victim to sit and listen to Tyler pine. “Josh likes you so, so much in return. It’s so obvious when he talks to you, and also when you’re not even there… it’s like you’re both already in a relationship with each other.”

Living with Tyler means he’s physically the closest person for Tyler to complain to, and it was plain he was getting tired of Tyler’s inaction. TV on in the background but Tyler was mid monologue before Mark finally had enough.

“It’s Christmas, just freaking pull him under the mistletoe and kiss him. He will kiss you back.” Mark threw his hands up. “I don’t know what more you want me to say.”

Tyler scoffed, “it's not that easy.”

“I think you’re gonna find out in the end that I’m right,” Mark vowed. Tyler was still doubtful.

…

Tyler also agonized over what gift to buy Josh for Christmas. They both didn’t have much money— most of their funds going towards equipment and touring. He knew Josh would be mad if he bought something expensive because Josh would know that Tyler would have to forgo food or something else just to pay for it.

Mark’s suggestions were less than helpful, in Tyler’s humble opinion. “Dude, just get on your knees, tell him you’re madly in love with him, and then suck his dick while you’re down there. That’s exactly what he wants for Christmas.”

“As much as I really, really want to do that, it’s not possible,” Tyler replied with a pained expression on his face.

“The only person stopping you is you,” Mark pointed out.

The pep talk was helpful but didn’t change anything. Tyler got Josh a cool color-changing X-Files mug filled with chocolate and a new pair of headphones because Josh’s pair broke on the drive home from their last show of the year. His headphones were important to him, helping to stave off his anxious thoughts. Tyler hoped it was thoughtful and meaningful enough.

...

They hosted a Christmas party at the rental house for friends the last weekend before the big day since everyone would be with their own families then. Josh showed up of course, looking festive and downright hot in an atrociously tinseled sweater which he leaned in to whisper in Tyler’s ear that he found it at Goodwill and added more tinsel. He was so close, Tyler could smell cinnamon lingering on his skin from the baking Josh helped his sister with every year.

Josh brought Tyler some cookies and he couldn’t help falling even more in love with him.

Tyler had to dive away from him like a grenade had been thrown— he could sight of Mark trying to sneak up on them with mistletoe on a string dangling from a fishing pole. He was resorting to some devilish tactics to make them kiss and Tyler army crawled away, leaving Josh looking… was that disappointment?

He could’ve cried; as the night wore on, if either of them came within a few feet of each other, Mark or anyone else would appear with the pole and Tyler would run. It was completely counter-productive. Josh and Tyler were incapable of spending any time together. Tyler was about to pull Mark aside to tell him to back the hell off, when a pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him towards the stairs.

“Quick, before they notice we’re gone,” Josh tugged Tyler towards the sanctuary of his room. (Their departure was seen by every person there, and silent fist pumps of celebration filled the room they left).

Josh sat down on Tyler’s bed, the boundary never existed for him. Quieter up here, Tyler felt less frantic with just the two of them, almost hanging out like normal, though Josh is looking at him with an unreadable expression— his eyes soft and endless. Josh patted the bed next to him and Tyler sat with their knees touching.

“Have barely seen you all night,” Josh’s voice was neutral, soft.

Tyler willed his throat to laugh, “it’s cuz of Mark and that stupid mistle-pole or whatever he’s calling it.”

“What? Do you not want to kiss me?” Josh’s voice is still soft, teasing him with a little smile, but Tyler still feels a sudden surge of adrenaline at being called out. “You kissed other people tonight; do I have a disease or something?” He nudged Tyler, “I’m just joking, dude. It’s fine.”

Tyler wasn’t sure if the shaking stayed out of his voice, but he retorted, “yeah, it’s a bad disease. No one else wants to tell you, but you’ve got a terminal case of dumbass-itis. Sorry you had to find out like this.”

Josh laughed and gave Tyler a noogie— pulling his head to his chest to ruffle his hair. “Okay, wow way to ruin Christmas.”

“Speaking of which!” Tyler remembered, “I’ve got your gift here.”

Josh perked up, “oh! Thanks! I completely forgot yours at my place. I guess that’s a symptom of dumbass-itis.”

“It’s all good.” Tyler assured him and grabbed it from under the bed.

“Ew, dude were you storing it with all your cum towels down there?”

“I wrapped it in my jizz tissues, bro,” Tyler shot back and Josh laughed as he unwrapped the mug.

“No way! New headphones! And the mug is awesome— thanks so much, Tyler!” Josh gave Tyler a one armed hug and Tyler smelt cinnamon again.

“Anytime, bro,” he mumbled into Josh’s neck, wishing Mark appeared with the mistletoe so he could finally be brave enough.

“The real gift is letting me be in your band,” Josh kept a hand on Tyler’s shoulder even though he pulled away.

“Our band,” Tyler reminded him. “And you saved the band by joining so I have a lot to be grateful for, with you. Like, not to get super sappy—”

“You just can’t help yourself, dude.”

“Nah, I can’t, but anyway, I dunno how I would be able to do it without you. You’re just… we’re meant to be in a band together and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if we don’t make it, I’m just happy to be doing this with you.”

“Of course we’re gonna make it,” Josh said quietly, putting the mug down, so he could face Tyler completely.

This would’ve been the moment, Tyler knew he would regret it if he didn’t do something. But he felt paralyzed, stuck. He just wanted to know what Josh’s lips felt like against his, would he open up to meet his kiss, and how their bodies would move together. He needed so much, but all he could do with his mouth was whisper his name, “Josh…”

“Yeah?”

“I, Uh, I…. um… you’re… I’m really…”

Tyler never would’ve finished his thought, so Josh answered for him. Hands bracing his shoulders, Josh pulled him closer and pressed their faces together, finally kissing Tyler.

And Tyler knew.

His hands immediately went to the curls on Josh’s head, keeping him in place so he could push all the feelings and thoughts and emotions he had about him into that kiss. Tyler felt Josh’s hands move to brace his body and guide him to press their chests together. It wasn’t enough— they needed to be as close as possible. No words were said as they broke apart from their first, very long, kiss. Just a look communicated that they had to keep going; climbing further on the bed for Josh to lay down and Tyler to sprawl across him.

They continued to makeout for an unknown amount of time, an eternity. Their world condensed to just their lips and bodies against each other— Josh quickly losing his shirt to ‘save the tinsel creation’. Both their mouths were shiny and lips swollen from kissing for so long and so hard. They panted and stared at each other, as if surprised that the person they were with was their bandmate and best friend. Now a new label would be added, and Tyler couldn’t keep back the words he had been hiding behind a dam in his heart.

“Josh, I’m in love with you…. so much.” Tyler told him, pulling back from another long kiss.

“You know I am too,” Josh assured him, kissing his jaw and smoothing Tyler’s hair.

“No, I mean I’m like in love, love with you. I want everything— not just dating but everything with it and beyond. Dude, I wanna grow old with you and… it’s too much to be thinking all that with someone but you’re not anyone. You’re Josh and… I’m just gonna screw it all up.”

“No, you’re not gonna mess it up,” Josh replied. “Trust me, I feel the same exact way. And how could I not feel the same way back? You’re my best friend and so much more and I’ve waited to tell you this for so long.”

Relief. Tyler’s head sagged and rested on Josh’s collarbone. Josh kissed his forehead.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered to Tyler. “You’re the best present I could’ve ever asked for.”

Tyler for once, had no more excuses— his answer was a kiss.

🎄👽

#clique secret santa 2019 #my fics #my writing #joshler #this will go on ao3 after i post my 100th fic #was wondering if you guessed it was me because i purposefully used my sign off in my latest selfie #merry christmas to everyone!!! have a good day!!

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aion-rsa · 4 years ago

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Psych 2: Lassie Come Home Easter Egg and Reference Guide

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The following contains spoilers for Psych 2: Lassie Come Home.

As fun as 2017’s Psych: The Movie was, its 2020 sequel Psych 2: Lassie Come Home will likely supplant it in Psych-Os’ hearts, because it’s got 500% more Carlton Lassiter (Timothy Omundson). But how does it stack up to its predecessor in terms of Psych callbacks and pop culture homages? Using our Spencer powers of observation, we’ve tried to catch every recurring inside joke between Shawn (James Roday Rodriguez) and Gus (Dulé Hill), plus all the episodic-specific bits. It’s a feature-length Hitchcock homage, but it’s also the toughest Easter egg hunt of your life. C’mon, son!

Psych 2: Lassie Come Home Easter Eggs and References

The title is a reference to Lassie Come Home, the 1943 Lassie movie about the beloved dog making her way home from Scotland. A German-language remake came out early in 2020.

It’s always a treat to hear the Psych theme song “I Know, You Know,” performed by creator Steve Franks and his band The Friendly Indians.

Lassiter wakes up to Shawn and Gus hovering above him at the recovery clinic is a throwback to when they kidnapped him for his bachelor party in “Deez Nups” and he came to with them screaming “Surpriiise!”

Morrissey the rescue dog reprises his role from Psych: The Movie in being adorable, incredibly nosy, and oblivious to Shawn’s hissing commands.

Sarah Chalke’s nurse character Dolores is most likely a nod to San Francisco’s Mission Dolores church and cemetery, the location for Carlotta Valdes’ grave in Vertigo.

Right out the gate, Dolores is treated to the requisite Gus nickname: “My name is Shawn Spencer, and this is my partner Bill Poopingtons.” However, Shawn and Gus take a sidebar for a very meta argument about their ongoing bit (while fitting in another bit):

“Gus, don’t be the night your dad fell asleep inside your mom. We can’t just stop doing bits we’ve been doing for ten years. We have fans, they have expectations, there’ll be a huge backlash.”

“Shawn, we are two dumbasses, we do not have fans.”

Compromise: Gus gets right of refusal until they land on a nickname he prefers. And so:

Bill Poopingtons > All the Pips in One

Ding-Dong Ditch > Claude O’Dern > Big Poppa Pump > Lemon-a Lemon-a Lemon-a Liiime

Leggo My Eggo > Norman Brown Butter > Dijon Hounsou

Gus also calls himself Jermajesty, channeling some Jackson Five energy.

“Black Jello” was Gus’ nickname in their adult dodgeball league.

The Herschel House is likely a nod to Herschel Daugherty, who directed over two dozen episodes of Alfred Hitchcock Presents…

Gus and Shawn are still bickering over driving the drivers ed car, even if we don’t see it in the movie. They do manage to be just as bad at turning the right direction when riding a motorcycle together.

“Now I know this ‘goofy little white guy/sexy black dude’ routine the two of you have going like the back of my scrubs.” Sarah Chalke played Elliot on Scrubs, whose JD/Turk bromance walked so that Shawn/Gus could run.

Shawn calls Dolores “the nurse from Color of Night,” the 1994 Bruce Willis erotic mystery thriller that won a Golden Raspberry for Worst Picture.

The boys get Jamba Juice because you never turn down an opportunity for a Jamba.

Shawn likens Gus’ pubic hair to Eddie Murphy’s mustache in his 1987 stand-up film Raw.

Shawn offers the dismembered hand to Gus to “knuck it up softly,” per their penchant for fist-bumping.

They later do fist-bump outside the old Psych offices, but not before channeling Han Solo and Chewbacca in Star Wars: The Force Awakens: “Gus, we’re home.” “[Wookiee sound]”

Psych has become a French-themed cat café… for now, at least. It’s not an alternative universe from Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, but the current subletter’s pop-up business. The proprietor (not the girl from Orphan) is played by Allison Miller, James Roday Rodriguez’s co-star in A Million Little Things.

“I am a psychic. He is a sympathetic pooper.” Poor Gus’ intestinal system gets called out again.

Henry’s (Corbin Bernsen) put-on voice gets compared to Tom Waits, Kathleen Turner, Harvey Fierstein, and Diedrich Bader.

Shawn neglected to tell his landlord that he’d moved, which tracks with his behavior in the series finale “The Break-Up.”

Henry reveals that in addition to telenovelas, he enjoys zeitgeist-y sobfests: “You left behind a slow cooker with a three-pound roast in it. You nearly This Is Us-ed the entire block.”

“This Is Us—Dad, why are you watching that show? They have the same show on ABC but newer”: Shawn’s shoutout to A Million Little Things.

Lassiter mistakes Reese Kessler, his supposed shooter, for country music singer Conway Twitty.

Lassiter’s to-do list includes “tape Galavant,” the short-lived musical comedy fantasy series created by Dan Fogelman (This Is Us), in which Timothy Omundson played King Richard. It also includes items poking fun at Lassiter’s crankiness (“yell at nature,” “chirping bird d-day plan”) and tenacity (“solve black dahlia”), and heartstring-tugging items (“pre-register for ironman” as in the triathlon). He also has written down Shawn’s S.E.I.Z.E. mantra from his short-lived career as Lassiter’s life coach in “S.E.I.Z.E. the Day”: Seize Eggs I don’t know Zebra Eighties.

Juliet (Maggie Lawson) lying to Shawn sounds strange, though not as strange as Lupita Nyong’o—the Tethered Lupita—in Jordan Peele’s Us.

Shawn’s “romantic dinner” for Jules is the menu from A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving (jelly beans, pretzels, buttered toast, popcorn, and ice cream sundaes) because it’s all they had at the gas station on the way home.

That prompts an iconic “C’mon, son!” from Gus.

Gus’ ringtone is “I’m Mr. Bootyman,” which is both Henry’s ringtone and the song featured in Buzz McNab’s bachelorette party stripper routine in “Deez Nups.”

Gus’ (technically Jules’) green snuggie bears a striking resemblance to official Psych contest merch.

Lassiter spotting mysterious bleeding figures out his window is an homage to Rear Window.

Richard Schiff (as Dr. Herschel) was Dulé Hill’s co-star in The West Wing.

Potterhead Gus wants to know if there are any people hiding in the pipes of the Herschel House, “speaking in their own tongue, perhaps Parsel.”

The Psych boys’ map of suspects briefly includes the Hell Hag from Gus’ dreams in “A Nightmare on State Street.”

Shawn has only been to Norway once with his brother-in-law Ewan O’Hara (John Cena), but they don’t talk about that… Maybe that’s where Psych: The Movie went after its cliffhanger ending?

Ova’s Norwegian song/chant toast at the Viking’s Ice Den is very similar to the Swedish toast in “Right Turn or Left for Dead.”

Ova’s violent son Per is first described as “the bearded Daryl Hannah.”

Shawn’s excuse to Detective Buzz McNab (Sage Brocklebank) for being in Santa Barbara is that he forgot a frisbee signed by German writer/director Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck.

Shawn’s first reaction to Jules potentially being pregnant: “You know the windows in the loft don’t even fully close, right? I’m gonna have to replace them, otherwise this is Baby’s Day Out all over again.” As Gus reassures him, he always did get worked up over John Hughes’ worst idea.

At the old Psych offices, Shawn pulls out the jousting lance from “100 Clues”—as well as a pineapple! He looks about to ask, “Should we cut this up for the road?” (his question during the pineapple’s first appearance in the pilot, plus at the end of Psych: The Movie) but stops himself.

When Lassie believes that fellow patient Mr. Wilkerson (Kadeem Hardison) has been walking around, Shawn and Gus have to go “full Dirty Rotten Scoundrels” to interrogate the supposedly catatonic patient.

Shoutout to Jessie Spano’s infamous “I’m so excited, I’m so excited, I’m so scared!” speed speech from Saved by the Bell.

If it’s not Scrubs, the boys are getting compared to Ren and Stimpy.

Mary Lightly (Jimmi Simpson) returns in another incredible, extra-hallucinatory look into Shawn’s brain… this time as a baby, since Shawn’s got fatherhood on the brain.

“We got jackaled!” Gus shouts upon learning that Wilkerson can walk—a reference to ��hitting the jackal switch,” or going into stealth mode.

Shawn has always had a thing for singer Jewel, even after the Civil War movie (1999’s Ride with the Devil) and the Bollywood song.

Of course there’s a nasty dance when Shawn and Gus figure out who they think is behind everything.

Gus declares that “I am not going to let you shoot Shules’ baby!” only for the Chief (Kirsten Nelson) to ask, “What’s a Shules?” That’s the fans’ name for Shawn/Jules, a cute nod to a series OTP.

And of course, we can’t forget the fact that Jazmyn Simon, who plays Selene, is Dulé Hill’s real-life wife.

More than once, Shawn quotes The Handmaid’s Tale in reference to Gus and Selene’s baby: “Praise be” and “Blessed is the fruit.”

Dolores compliments Lassiter’s “chest of hair plentiful enough to wake all of Destiny’s Child.”

Shawn comes up with possible names for Gus’ child: Shaft, Shaftie, or D’Shaft—just like Gus’ nickname Sh’Dynasty (with a “God’s comma,” or apostrophe) from “Santabarbaratown.”

They also both coo “c’mon son” to Selene’s womb.

Selene’s proposal to Gus includes his negotiation that he and Shawn have adjacent homes with connecting pools, a callback to Shawn and Gus talking about their dream setup in “The Break-Up”; as well as Pluto! She asks, “Will you make me the happiest woman on this planet, on Eres, and Pluto?”

Shawn tells Juliet that “you’re my person,” the iconic Grey’s Anatomy line (though one would argue that Gus more accurately is his person).

When Lassiter stands (shut up, you’re crying) to meet Marlowe (Kristy Swanson), they place their palms together—like they did when he would visit her in jail, like they did at their wedding. My heart.

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Faves and fails of SPN (season 10)

Favorite episodes (in chronological order):

10:2 Reichenbach - Of course I like the Cole-storyline, it’s been a long time coming, but he’s so short Sam’s taller than him sitting down! Not that I’m complaining. I’m not hating this. I feel like this rewatch became Sam’s about midway through season 8 and that still holds. Samstel in distress fends pretty well for himself. Also loving Cass, and even Hannah. And Dean is an asshole but at least he kills Lester.

10:5 Fan fiction - Well, obviously this goes on the list. Love this crap. The boys are a lot of fun. And all the girls are awesome.

10:6 Ask Jeeves - anything Bobby related, y’know? And now we know the show’s back to normal, when Sam insists ”being a monster is a choice” and Dean comes blasting through the door with the categorical excessive violence. Ah. Supernatural.

10:7 Girls, girls, girls - sexworkers hustling for souls - brilliant. And Rowena! Is she modelled after Morticia? Anyway she gets quite an introduction, instantly into her. And Crowley dislikes getting tangled w the prostitution ring. Dean’s closing speech to Cole - pretty frickin’ strong.

10:8 Hibbing 911 - Jody and Donna and Alex on the phone. That is all I care about.

10:9 The things we left behind - And now another Wayward daughter! Claire! And Cass being cute. Sam’s hairography. ”Tell me it was them or you!” Well... kind of? And they certainly had it coming.

10:12 About a boy - Dean is appropriately haunted by what happened w Charlie and it’s bleeding into his performance. He gets transformed into his tween self. I like this actor. Omg! Tween!Dean ranting and adult!Sam listening - adorable.

10:14 The executioner’s song - now that’s an intro. Dean bashing Sam’s true crime fad. I’m with ya, Dean! Why would someone w their lives be into serial killers? Cain is looking goooood. And Sam acting like everything’s gonna be okay but knowing differently.

10:15 The things they carried - kudos to the show for not abandoning the Cole storyline. Also fresh monster time, albeit not my favorite monster (it’s a little silly) but still. The possibility of failure catching up w Sam.

10:16 Paint it black - omg! Sydney from Legion! Love her. And Dean relating to her. Love that. Finally some more info on Rowena. Dean in confession. My heart!

10:17 Inside man - Bobby! Barefoot Sam! ”How’d you sleep?” ”Like a drunk baby.” A mime that is secretly a cockroach. That is the story, goshdarnit! But I hate that Sam’s not being frank w Dean about what he’s doing. That’s usually Dean’s mo. Boooh. But I like him and Cass working together. But I hate lonely, self-destructive Dean. But Bobby! But poor Dean! I’m in pain. Okay ultimately it goes on the fave list because things start moving w Crowley and because of Bobby’s jailbreak. ”Dean doesn’t know we’re doing this.” ”Well, that’s a page ripped right outta the Winchester hand book, ain’t it?” I miss him so much. And Dean and Crowley talking. And Bobby’s reaction to Metatron. Lol.

10:18 Book of the damned - ”Can I kill him now?” Oh Cass. I get it. Metatron is like that person who rubs everyone the wrong way, and for no apparent reason, but all powerful. Nightmare. Dean coming clean! Charlie! Mysterious artefact! Thin Lizzy! The brothers dreaming about the beach. Diciplined, deliberate, contained and soft-spoken Dean is adorable. ”What is your mission now, Castiel?” The Winchesters obviously. Charlie and Sam talking about the life <3 Cass finding his grace! Cass and Charlie meeting! Behind Blue Eyes!What time is it? It’s time to spin the intrigue wheel! Deal with darkness it is!

10:20 Angel heart - Claire is back. Oh Cass. Never change. Dean and Claire playing miniature golf. I’m rly annoyed thinking about the Novak-family priorities: Jimmy went like: sure I’ll be a vessel, it’s not like my family needs me. And Amelia went like: I’ll go look for my vessel-husband, Claire will be fine on her own. And then they’re together in dumbass-heaven. And Dean, Sam and Cass leaving Claire to fend for her half Dead mother. They can’t do anything quite right, huh? Still, it gets to stay on the fave list because of Claire. Poor baby.

Worst episodes (in chronological order):

10:4 Paper Moon - Gosh, I’m instantly seeing the upside of Demon!Dean: They’re gonna make this shallow guilt-tripping last the entire season, aren’t they? Watching the Lester-storyline put into a flashback-collage like that; The Winchesters? More like the two Stooges. And ”You killed your boyfriend’s best friend!” Are you being dumb on purpose? Were you asleep during the movie she left for you?

10:10 The hunter games - Kind of a fix-it episode. I’m a tad tired of these constant lines on human morality taking up time when they are kinda beyond it.

10:13 Halt and catch fire - This is pretty terrible. The ghost is in the wifi! Technology is evil!

10:21 Dark dynasty - As fascinating as the Styne family is, they’re wasted this late. Plus, y’know, the obvious, horrible ending.

10:23 Brother’s keeper - Calling a dead girl ”dressed like a whore” under demonic influence or not, is the quickest way to end up on my nope list. Honestly I felt the tide turning in Dean’s favor but nah. Yeah, Yeah, i get it, he’s losing it, but I’m back on team Sam. My god, these final speeches between the brothers are starting to feel as engaging as ping pong, as well as resemble it. ”Let’s try the same dialogue as we did last season but change places.” And it’s kind of stupid because the subject matter is continually engaging. Also I’m not clear on why Dean had to kill Sam and that’s just, not good.

Honorable mentions:

The relationship between Cass and Hannah has me weak at the knees at times. I rly like it.

Dean and Sam going by Collins and Gabriel in there’s no place like home.

Dean inadvertantly describing himself accurately in the Werther project: ”You’re looking at me like i’m some diseased, killer-puppy.” Lol.

Crowley torturing a guy w darts, and talking to the hamster.

Dishonorable mentions:

I dig Rowena but not her motivations. Or maybe it’s more along the lines of me not liking it. The only power worth having is the power to be free. Everything else just seems like a hassle.

The fact that they don’t try dismembering all monsters and burying the parts seperately- which seems to at least slow down anything- instead of playing along w silly ancient self-fulfilling prophecies ”Cain must be killed w the first blade” Have they learned nothing from Buffy?

Piero the 16th century italian artist preferring bottle blondes.

Things that makes you go hmm:

Soul survivor - Okay. So. If Sam used his own blood to cure Dean - would that count as a trial? He certainly didn’t care about blood types or sanctified blood, or maybe I missed something. Either way, it irks me. Actually, could we skip this whole guilt-trippy demon-cure schtick? What Sam did is n.o.t.h.i.n.g compared to what they’ve done before. And heaven and hell is increasingly unepic- not that I mind. And ”He says he doesn’t want to.” Who cares?? The shit you’ve put each other through for ten seasons; you’re so beyond asking each other for permission.

Summing up:

This is definitely Dean’s season, he gets to be a badass demon as well as show great restraint, my two favorite things. Unfortunately Sam’s behavior is a bit ooc again, he not only shouldn’t have but wouldn’t have kept his work a secret from Dean, he’s more of the earnest, nagging type. Plus, the execution of the season is chaotic and confusing. Probably the lowest ranking season so far.

#supernatural #spn meta #favorite episodes #random fandom #rewatch #no this is not a supernatural blog

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beautymercurydragon · 5 years ago

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@extremely-pearlmethirsty and @purple-moonfang here are some cute ship canons for Emma and Rebecca because they’re cuties and deserve this: (mostly quotes I found on the interwebs/online) (for those who don’t understand, Rebecca is 15 in the fic right now while Emma is 13)

- One time, the two girls feel asleep inside Rebecca’s bed at the Le Grand Paris, all snuggled up to one another with their heads buried in the crooks of each other’s neck, nuzzling against there and (sometimes) pecking little kisses there while they’re sleeping. Chloe fangirled and took pictures, sending them to both Adrien and Marinette. (14 and 16.)

- Despite their height difference, Emma knows how to throw Rebecca over her shoulders and carry her around places. She’s a strong little lady. (all ages.)

- One time, when they both had bite marks on their necks, they begged for Maddie and Vivienne not to tell their parents. They threatened to do so, but Maddie said she wouldn’t tattle if they gave her $100 in Monopoly money. Rose ended up concealing their bites, and Chloe, Kim, Adrien and Mari never found out. Well, until they were 21 and 23, that is. (ages 16 and 18.)

- When they reveal their relationship to the other girls, no one is surprised. They knew Rebecca was bi and that Emma was lesbian. Well, all of them except for Maddie. She was oblivious AF the entire time and shocked. She was horribly ashamed and had a stupid breakdown to Tikki. (13 and 15)

- When it’s incredibly early in the morning and Emma gets up, Rebecca protests by wrapping her arms around her and turning her over to kiss her. Emma tries to fight it, but gives in because she loves her (and kisses). (19 and 21)

- Maddie was the clingiest sister/in-law/best friend ever when they got married. Taking a million selfies/pictures with them and ranting about how their kids would be cousins (she was like, seven months pregnant at the time with her own baby), along with how Rebecca was never ever going to escape her now that they’re sisters-in-law. She sings ‘Never Ever Getting Rid Of Me’ from Waitress on Stage to prove her point to Becky (better enough, name of a character from the musical lol, I am SCREAMING), with the help of Luka, Nino, and Ivan to do instruments and a track. Everyone else is cracking up from laughter, including her best friends, sister and sister-in-law, along with her parents and husband. (22 and 24)

- Kara’s dirty mind/jokes don’t harm/bother them. They’re both females, so both of them are immune to her humor. (all ages)

- Emma burns their marriage certificate, and when Rebecca asks her why, she says ‘Now, you can’t return me without a receipt!’. Rebecca sobs in panic and calls Maddie wailing, resulting in her cursing out Emma for twenty minutes straight. (21 and 23)

- Rebecca calls Emma an idiot, but she points to her wedding ring and says ‘Yeah, I’m your idiot - forever!’ and they both lose it laughing. (23 and 25)

- Rebecca protests that when she goes away for the week to do soccer camp, Emma will be alright - cue her sneezing from seventy miles away. Rebecca freaks out and says she’ll be there in an hour. Vivienne says ‘I think I’m dying inside’, and Rebecca responds with ‘then suffer in silence’. (15 and 17)

- Rebecca’s nickname for Emma is Emmiekins or Kitty Kat, and Emma calls her Honeybee. Chloe and Marinette melt from the cuteness like the proud mothers they are. (all ages)

- When they go to Sweet Scoops with the other girls, Emma asks for a milkshake with two straws. Rebecca blushes profusely and asks her why she’d do such a thing, amazed by her sweetness - until Emma slurps down the shake with two straws by herself and Rebecca is slightly disappointed, but also amused by her fiancee’s silliness. (20 and 22)

- When they’re out on missions at ages sixteen and fourteen, Maddie asks them ‘are you fighting or flirting?’. They respond with ‘Yes’. (all the time.)

- Emma complains at school in the morning (thirteen at the time) about how she didn’t sleep. Maddie tells her, ‘you know that means someone is thinking about you, right?’. Emma doesn’t believe her, and says, ‘Who would think about me in the middle of the night?’. Rebecca panics on the floor while Victoria and Vivienne try to soothe her from her very bi panic attack. (13 and 16)

- On their one year wedding anniversary, they have a party to celebrate and Emma says ‘One year later and we’re still in love’. Rebecca says ‘Yeah! In your face, those who said we wouldn’t last a year!’. Jade’s only protest is ‘I stand by my wedding toast I spoke without being drunk’ while eyeing Kara, who was hilariously drunk at the reception, who is now embarrassed. (23 and 25)

- Kara dedicates a whole new set of jokes to them, and they’re not sure whether to feel flattered or embarrassed. But when Kara brings up how Emma gets turned on when Rebecca curses, they both blush bright red and run the hell away. (14-almost-15 and 17)

- They dress up as Haruka and Michiru from Sailor Moon for their first Halloween as wives. Jade screams and cries because she’s so proud of them. (22 and 24)

- Rebecca and Emma say they both appreciate the little things in life. They then hug Jade, who screams ‘F**k you both, I’m not that short!’. Kailie and Kara burst out in laughter and roll over, Vivienne snickers but tries to hide it, and Maddie applauds them. (14 and 16)

- Emma calls Rebecca dramatic. She says she isn’t, while wearing a handcrafted/made dress with the Kitty Noire and Queen Bee colors with a red rose in between her teeth, down on the floor with a bouquet of 300 roses in all of the different colors clutched in her hands. Emma is blushing like mad while Maddie swoon-melts, Kayla laughs, and Vivienne smiles. (19 and 21)

- Rebecca says to Vivienne that Emma is incredibly cool, and not because of her status. Being the naive innocent bean she is, Vivienne tells her bestie that she doesn’t have to think lowly of herself and that she’s an awesome person too. Rebecca’s response is ‘I’m not ragging on myself, I’m channeling the side of me that’s extremely gay’ and Vivienne shuts the f up. (13 and 15)

- Rebecca says to Emma ‘would you date someone that looks and acts like me?’, and she responds ‘why do you ask, know anybody?’. Rebecca gets really pissed and screeches at the top of her lungs ‘Because I love you, you dumbass cat’. Emma says ‘oh’ three times and is shocked, then she tackles Rebecca onto the floor and hugs her, and they forget everything else, say ‘f**k it’ and start making out. Jade, Vivienne and Maddie remind them where they are (the hotel), but they couldn’t care less. (13 and 15.)

- When their first child (girl) is born, Rebecca suggests they name her Hannah. Emma, being the stupid, pun-making kitty chat she is, plays the Hannah Montana theme and dances around, while her wife and sister shake their heads and laugh at her. (ages 24 and 26.)

- Chloe and Vivienne see Rebecca with a car-sized photo frame that has a picture of Emma in it. They ask her what she has, and holding a cake box in her other hands, she answers ‘a cake’. Sabrina and Kim are crying from laughter in the background while Victoria says ‘subtle, Kim’. (I’m an iCarly fan, lol.) (Emma’s sixteenth birthday, she’s 18.)

- When Tom and Sabine sit down with their granddaughter and her GF for the first time, they call her their other grandchild and she cries of happiness. Emma consoles her and gives her a kiss, while Tom and Sabine are convinced they hurt Rebecca’s feelings. (16 and 13-almost-14.)

- Considering how many stupid things Emma says, Rebecca states that she’s morosexual, meaning she’s attracted to idiots. Emma then asks ‘why is the Pink Panther pink?’, and Rebecca pushes her into her bedroom, taking her clothes off and calling Em a f**king idiot. (ages 17 and 19.)

- Just having seen Emma’s swimsuit photoshoots, Rebecca requests for Vivienne and Nathaniel to draw works of art for her. When they ask what, she responds ‘Emma in a bikini’ and they die of embarrassment. (17 and 19)

- When they got caught inside a closet by their friends, Jade had a nosebleed, Maddie screamed ‘ships are happening’ and Vivienne came in, crashing down the door and screaming ‘where are the ships’ at the top of her lungs. (ages 20 and 22.)

- When she wasn’t sure whether her feelings were true or not, Emma goes to Juleka and Rose to ask them about her love for Rebecca. They ship it so hard and give her happy, kind and supporting advice and she is so very flattered.

- And finally, when Rebecca graduates from high school, Tom and Sabine are there, standing up and screaming ‘THAT’S OUR GRANDDAUGHTER!!! SHE’S GRADUATING!!!!’ and them along with Adrien and Marinette are so proud of her. Chloe, Kim, their other three children and Chloe’s parents are cheering for her too, watching the Dupain-Chengs and Agrestes with smiles. Rebecca tears up and hugs Maddie and Emma, then she hugs Tom and Sabine. Tom almost comes close to suffocating her by mistake, but stops when realizing. (16 and 18)

@extremely-pearlmethirsty you better respond to this post and tell me what you think, because I need feedback on these sweet little headcanons and the ability to make people melt XD. Do it.

(for newbies to my blog, go to the search by on my blog page and type in ‘miraculous ladybug next-gen’ to see more about it. The reference for each child is coming up later tonight for you all to see.)

@purple-moonfang this is adorable, isn’t it?

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