#i assumed theyd be soft enough!

[zeawesomebirdie]

Okay there should be a cookbook that talks about how to cook fruits (+ vegetables) that have come out of the freezer. I shouldn't have to go through a bunch of pages of google just to find out how the fuck I'm supposed to process applesauce out of frozen apples. I shouldn't have to rely on ablebodied people who have never had to freeze their food before they could use it just so that I can make fucking applesauce.

And I swear on the fucking Force if I have to write it myself I will.

[mbat]

i think its really funny that with every other ghost hunting channel ever, a good chunk of the appeal is 'woah are they gonna find real ghosts?' or whatever and they make these really over the top videos about it acting like every single thing is definitively ghosts and cant possibly be any other thing (or they completely faked it themselves) and they dont really shine as people quite as much and theyre probably trying to appeal to kids with this style of video, or just make it exciting so it doesnt feel like its just people in an empty old house blah blah

but then we have shane and ryan who have literally never found proof, they dont really pretend theyve ever found proof (ryan has thought so a few times but he doesnt exactly sit around going 'holy shit remember that piece of proof we found one time that totally proved we found ghosts!' which a lot of channels do in my experience)

no we just all kinda stick around cause we love the dynamic. the shenanigans. if they ever proved ghosts were real it probably would be overshadowed by some funny thing they did they episode aside from that lol

[gatorbites-imagines]

I have a prompt idea, Trans reader (ftm) in the 1940s being bullied, steve and bucky find reader and help him, start to friends to poly lovers (steve x bucky x reader), fluff with a little angst and soft smut, just an idea

Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FTM reader

Headcanons

I don’t actually know a whole lot about the era for trans people, especially in Brooklyn during those years. So, I’m just writing on a feeling and adding what feels right. Have I ever mentioned that pre-serum Steve is one of my favorites?

Writing this actually reminded me of something I wrote forever ago, called party of one, two, three? You can read part 1 and 2 here, if you are interested. I wasn’t really in the mood to write detailed smut, so.

Being a trans guy in the 30s and 40s wasn’t easy, but was anything during that time? Depending on where you were from and when you came out, you might have had the chance to live as a man.

If let’s say you moved to Brooklyn when you were old enough to know that you were a man, and you had always presented as such, then you might have been able to get a job, and if you knew the right people, fake documents.

If you had always lived in Brooklyn, then it was a lot harder, as most just assumed you were a lady who dressed like a lad because you didn’t want to “do your duty” as a woman, or whatever they had on their minds.

Either way, Steve and Bucky were some of the few people who supported you no matter what, if they only knew you as a man, or if you guys had grown up together. If you fit in Steves clothes you could borrow his, and if Steve was too small, well, then bucky had a closet with clothes too.

Being picked on was hard to avoid, in either situation. The first would be because you were such a small, scrawny and feminine guy. The second because you were a lady that needed to be put in her place.

The second was always more dangerous. The first, theyd just rough you up a bit and taunt you a little, but it always ended up as more of a “haha we are just taking the piss”. The second? It felt like the men who cornered you had something to prove, to you or themselves you didn’t know. But they wanted to prove that they could “fix” or “correct” you.

Living in Brooklyn and being a weirdo like you meant you knew how to fight, somewhat at least. Enough to not go down without a fight. But no matter how much you practiced, keeping up with multiple fully grown men was difficult.

If you already knew Steve and Bucky or not, the two would step in when they saw this. Steve first, being the righteous guy he is, would run in swinging. Scrawny arms and wheezing breaths, eyes burning with the fury of a thousand suns, the blonde so incredibly enraged at the very idea of someone treating another person this way.

Steve never lasted long though, but luckily Bucky was never far behind. In the end, Steve always looked as beat up as you, and maybe it was because he bruised and bled so easily with how sick he was.

Steve struggling to his feet and holding out a hand to pull you up, eyes still sparkling and teeth bloody as he grinned, was enough to make your heart race.

Bucky at least didn’t look like he was the main victim of your group of attackers. He was a bit ruffled up, sure, but he still looked mostly put together.

It should shock no one that Bucky easily led you and Steve back to his and Steves apartment, where Bucky got to work patching you both up as they made you talk about the guys who did it, and why. Steve because he wanted to go back out there and smack them straight, and Bucky to be on the safer side.

Be it the first or twentieth time they save you from your so-called bullies, Steve and Bucky stayed just as intense and caring. Even when they didn’t have a lot, or Steve was sick, you always felt like you belonged and was as much of a man as them.

When you three started dating it got a little easier. Everyone already knew that Steve Rogers as built like a twig, but would swing until there was blood if he needed too. He was snarling, snapping and as feral as those starving alley dogs. He was as protective as one too, not just of you but Bucky too.

Bucky wasn’t much better, though he hid it more successfully. Everyone thought that Barnes was the charming, sweet talker, who liked to talk it out without fighting. But they were wrong, when it came to you and Steve, Buck could be worse than Steve.

Both your fellas were protective and possessive in their own ways, but you couldn’t say you didn’t feel the same. You wanted to drown the men who antagonized Steve for his height and sickness in the piers. And jealousy reared its hideous head when the pretty ladies fluttered their lashes at Bucky whenever he passed.

The three of you were all a mess, but you were each other’s mess. You and Bucky never saw Steve was just his disease and lack of stature. Steve and you never just saw Bucky as his handsome face and face charm. And they never saw you as a lady, you were as much of a man as them.

The only time it ever became a challenge, your biology being different, was when you guys got intimate. But it was never made a huge problem. There were days when Steve couldn’t get it up because of his health, or where he could even participate because of his lungs. And there were days when you didn’t want to be touched because your body made you sick. You guys just found ways to make it work.

Sometimes you and Steve would just sit back on a chair each, one you’d dragged in from the kitchen, to watch Bucky pleasure himself and show off in bed. It was like your own litter theater, and Bucky really loved to be watched and praised by you two.

Sometimes it was Steve lying in bed carefully touching himself, at times it was just him caressing his own torso and telling you two all his wildest fantasies, his face and chest bright red from his flush.

And there were even times when it was you, when dysphoria wasn’t swallowing you whole and howling that your body was wrong. You never looked at yourself when you would be with them, but having two men with their own naked bodies made it harder to focus on your own.

Some days you would imagine that their body was yours, and the dysphoria wouldn’t be so bad. It also helped that Steve didn’t grow as much body hair as Buck, meaning Steve was almost as naturally hairy as you. Part of you just basked in the fact that one of your partners looked like you in that way.

The days you were fine with touch, Steve and Bucky never let it go to waste. You couldn’t fuck them like you three all wanted, they didn’t really have toys like that at the time, or at least accessible to you three. This just meant you guys had to get creative.

God gave humans hands and fingers for a reason, and you all had mouths. You always wore so many layers anyways, so the many hickeys your lovers left on you were easily hidden. The chest was always off the table though, and neither of the men complained.

Bucky was the best at praise, so naturally gifted that Steve would joke that he should become some pulp writer, that he should write those cheap sappy romance novels the ladies liked.

This didn’t mean that Steve wouldn’t praise you and Buck, he did, just in his own ways. The blonde always struggled with forming the right words and getting them out, but his sketchbook filled with pages and paged of you and Buck was all the praise you needed.

They would be good partners. Neither have a label for what you guys are, or what their sexualities are, they just know you three love each other, and that’s all that matters.

[softskiesahead]

14 days of lukeyaya 5/14 <33 :DDc <3

the notes appeared rather suddenly one day. Middle school yaya had no clue where they were coming from, but she accepted them pretty quickly. After all, they were always sweet and kind, and put her in this light she wished she could see herself in. she'd find them on her binder, in her bag, on her desk, anywhere really. the only issue was... they were never signed.

the mysterious notes always talked about her in a way that felt so personal. so loving. she wanted to know who the culprit was so badly, both so she could thank them and find out why they were doing it to begin with. rosa teased her, saying maybe someone in the class was in love with her from afar, or something romantic like that. luke always stayed quiet, though he never seemed to like the implication that there was someone out there flirting with her.

either way, no matter who it may be doing it, they were pretty constant, and always seemed to have something lovely to say about her. sometimes theyd even be cut into the shape of a little heart, or other times decorated with sweet little stickers. unfortunately, there was nothing that was quite personal enough for her to pinpoint one person as the sole perpetrator.

she got used to them not being there anymore one day, just as she had gotten used to them being there before. a part of her missed them when they were gone, because it was nice to think about someone who cared so much to put all that effort in for her. but with the re-entrance of her old friend luke into her life again, armed with a cute glitter pen and a stack of sticky notes, he was ready to bring back a tradition he adored doing so long ago.

secret admirer luke …. :<< he probably has such a hard time keeping up a straight face but yaya and rosa assume it’s just his annoyance that he can’t scare off this admirer like he does with anyone else interested in them (it’s a best friend duty <3 he can’t have his closest friends with people who could hurt them !!) but secretly he’s trying so hard not to grin when he sees yaya smiling softly at the most recent note ……

hhhh you put the cutest most canon things in my inbox like it’s nothing ;;;;

yaya 100% keeps the notes btw. probably in a journal or scrapbook. when they are to appear again - it doesn’t take a detective to figure out who is always over and has a key. she probably finds out it was him back then too when she teases him (lovingly) about the newest note and brings it up as a memory, “remember when I got notes in middle schoo-“ and has her realization halfway through (followed by a long hug and a soft kiss)

[threepointseven]

heya! just saw that your requests are open ?

i've read your rules, but if you feel uncomfortable or anything, no need to do my request! don't force yourself please <'3

can i ask for kaeya/diluc/childe (separate + you can pick if you don't want to do all of them) adopting a child!gn!reader, or at least taking care of them ? BUT the reader is very sensitive and scared of everything due to,,, "past trauma", and they're very shy and need a lot of comfort and hugs. i hope that makes sense omg, i just want to know how they would take care of a child like this nrjkqo-

anyway, its fine if you delete this ask. and if you decide to write it, take your time! also your blog's theme is very very pretty and cute!

have a good day 🌸

When you have trauma (platonic child reader)

Type- scenario 🍄+HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= childe x gn!child!reader, diluc x gn!child!reader

Note🍀= OH LORD I HOPE I GOT THIS CORRECT… LITERALLY I WAS SO OUT OF IT WHEN WRITING THIS. IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BTW AA BUT ALSO I HAD TO REMOVE KAEYA BECAUSE I DONT WRITE FOR HIM ANTMORR BECAUSE UGH THAT GUY IS SO HARD TO WRITE FOR FFS LIKE ALL I KNOW IS THAT HE CANT KEEP HIS DICK IN HIS PANTS. BUT ANYWAYS I HOPE U LIKE ITT (even tho i got it wrong..)

🥀 Flower toxins!🥀: mentions of abuse, kidnapping, violence, trauma

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💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Childe

- childe adores you, despite your contrasting looks and the fact you two arent blood related he considers you his family.

- He met you in rather unfortunate circumstances, your previous parents were to shorten it, evil people. Theyd lash out on you and verbally abuse you basically anytime they had the chance.

- You came from a loud, abusive home and no one understood how you felt in that household nor did anyone believe you. When he met you he witnessed a horrible scene, your blank, crying face of horror as your parent kicked you out of their house. You had bruises all over and you silently sobbed before he came to your rescue.

- He only recently officially took you in as a guardian but you had no clue of that. You thought he was temporary,

- He took you in as your guardian, nothing else, but he treats you like his own child. And he has such, such a soft spot for you. Your his everything! He knows how fragile you are after having to experience so much at such a terribly young age. He’d rather die than see you become like him, diving into the depths of the abyss at the ripe age of like 12..

- he treated you with extra care as if you were a glass doll with fragile stickers in big bold text wrapped around your frame. He kisses your forehead everynight lovingly as you drifted to sleep and made sure you hadn’t a millisecond of feeling like your in danger.

- He’d take you to shnezhnaya to introduce his parents to a kid he would accidentally call his child and made sure you were never involved with the fatui.

- He wouldnt budge even if the tsaritsa asked to see you, as much as he knows how kind the tsaritsa is because of your past trauma he’s too horrified to have you know hes apart of some murder organization just yet.

- He knows your quite shy and antisocial so most of the time he talks for you, but he does still try to teach you how to talk. Sometimes asking zhongli for help. (He makes zhongli talk with you for hours and hours till your comfortable enough to have a conversation with him)

- He’d protect you till forever falls apart and he made sure to dispose of your parents once you were safe and sound but that couldnt help the unimaginable nightmares about that period of time.

- He was just sleeping in his room soundly before waking up at his reflex, from the soft yet desperate knocks, immediately assuming it was you he raced groggily to the door ready to assist you with whatever you may have needed, be it food or maybe you had some energy left.

- He worried it was one of those nights again, he worried about you greatly. Your trauma and relationship with your past household left a huge scar on you and you were vulnerable and scared of practically everyone besides childe. He looked down to see your sobbing figure, violently sobbing. Fat tears kept flowing out of your doe eyes and in a flash childe scooped you up with his arms and cradled your small figure,

“Hey hey..! Hey kiddo whats wrong hm?”

- he let you cry on his shoulder while you tried to babble out words through your cries

- He rubbed your back and pat your head, whispering loving reassurance into your ear while you sobbed into his shoulder, slowly calming down while the man you saw as your father cooed into your ear, softly comforting you tiny figure

“Im sorry…”

“Hm? Sorry for what y/n?”

“For waking you up again. Its probably getting annoying..” your lips crinkled as you tried to hold back a few unwanted tears

“Hey its alright, i dont mind. I’ll do anything to make you feel better. You were crying more than usual tonight.. whats up?”

“Y-your… your gonna give me back to them arent you..” your lips couldnt help the quiver as more tears fell, your voice box stinging from how much you already cried.

It took childe a moment before realizing what you meant. Gods he was shocked, he assumed he made it clear he looked at you as his own child but the fact you still had the thought lingering in your head that you were gonna get sent back to those monsters? He thought he did a good job taking care of you but i guess not..! That household was hell to you and he feels the pain too each time you have those terrible nightmares snd those horrifying flashbacks. He wants you to know that your no longer connected to them, hes trying his best.

“Whoah whoah no, no,no,no,no, im not sending you back there i wouldnt dare. You’re with me now.. forever and always alright? Forget about them,,,” he tried to calm you down, patting your head and whispering ‘shh’s into your ear.

He knew you were a softie, someone who always needed the warm feeling of hugs and love and without a doubt childe, your father, was there to give them. He was there to fall asleep with you in the same room as you while he settled the nightmares down and rubbed your back letting the tranquility in the air flow.

Diluc

- diluc didnt meet you in the most fortunate circumstances either. You were kicked out by your parents from a young age and you were kidnapped, to be used and abused by your captors however they wanted.

- You were being manhandled by a group of people when he overheard your held back sobs, the group of people pushing you around and calling you profanity while his eyes focused on the unimaginable amount of cuts and bruises on your body.

- He rescued you a millisecond before your kidnapper was about to harm you with their vision and ever since then youve been glued to diluc’s side.

- Hes an overprotective father, he signed adoption papers in front of you and got teased for actually having a kid but some people swore they saw kaeya tear up at the sight of your jumping up and down because you were officially Diluc’s child.

- Despite how much diluc smothered you in love privately you were a kid, a kid still stuck in what happened in the past and he wouldnt blame you. It was traumatizing and even he had to collect his thoughts and calm down when you told him stories about the horrors you experienced.

- You were reserved and timid, only opening up to people youve spent a fair amount of time with. He didnt mind, you were just a child scared of the world and he wanted to erase each memory of that period from your mind.

- Your relationship grew steadily but he’ll never forget that night that made the atmosphere between you two skyrocket with familial love. You two have never looked like that much of a father and his child since that night.

- It was maybe a month after he took you in, diluc was still a bit scared to touch you, hug you and etc but he still tried his best, after all you still had those flashbacks. You still had the image of those people manhandling you from the past.

- It was 12 Am, diluc fast asleep but you werent. You were in your room softly sobbing, trying your best not to wake anyone up through the thin walls of Diluc’s mansion, nightmares kept you up about the abuse you experienced back then, you wanted to run into dilucs room, even for the slightest amount of comfort but your fears stopped you as you tried to drag your feet to dilucs door.

- 1 knocks, to 2 knocks to 3 and he didnt answer. You assumed he was asleep but you couldnt ignore the flowing tears blocking your vision as you pushed your way in to see him, fast asleep on the bed. It comforted you enough to even see him alive and healthy.

- It took a bit of courage but your heart forced you to crawl onto his gigantic bed, the nightmares still waddling around in your head while you tried your best not to wake him up. Alas, he of course woke up, and to your worried figure, the red eyes and your lips quivering as soon as it sunk in you were trying to sleep on his bed

“Huh.?”

- was all he could really squeeze out at the moment before you buried yourself into the warmth of the bed sheets, trying to ignore the guilt building up in your chest while you pretended to sleep.

“I— uh. Is there a reason your sleeping here..?”

- trying his best not to make it awkward while he panicked soo much inside. He was practically shaking at the thing while you tried to babble your explanation. “Nightmares about back then” was all he heard before it all went black and fuzzy. All noise besides his heartbeat and your anxious sobs being cancelled out.

“‘M sorry… i know im being annoying and too forward but….”

“I-its okay. I dont mind at all, just get your sleep please…”

While he softly laid you down comfortably on the bed he swore he heard you mumble ‘thank you.. dad’. (He was about to cry i swear). That night you slept soundly on his bed, his arm softly patting your head while he tried to comfort you out of that period of time.

- That night was something that showed him he truly did want to take you in, not as a guardian, not as someone who was taking care of a child who was highly traumatized, just as a father. He has no idea how to be one but he promises to take care of you as if you were a snowflake, even though their labeled as one of the most fragile things in the world, if its someones desire to they could easily preserve it with the care they deserve.

- Even thought he was just as reserved as you he wanted you to grow up bright and comfortable with other people so he tried his best to introduce you to other people, he also never trusted random babysitters. You do have major trust issues after what happened back then so you never became happy with them. He’d usually ask his friends that are free or heck maybe venti even.

[actualbird]

"hey zak, u seem to like making characters have to face and address their mental eelness and dysfunctional emotional coping methods in fic but why havent u done that with luke yet" asked nobody, but see, i Do have a luke therapy fic concept in my endless drafts buuuut

it's set in nsb days where his self destructive tendencies turn into a lack of self preservation during missions. which is totally a no-no cuz the nsb would like their best agent to yknow, Last. so hes ordered by the nsb to go therapy and hes THE MOST uncooperative patient ever cuz hes still in the stage of his character development where i doubt hes valuing himself as a person at all and probably very resistant to letting another person try to lead him towards examining Why and How to get better from that.

imagined in a joke-y way itd be like

aaron: swear to god, it's like dragging a cat into the fucking bathtub

luke, struggling in aaron's hold cuz aaron is literally carrying him to dump him at therapist: YOU'LL NEVER GET ME TO TALK!!!

aaron: THIS ISNT INTERROGATION TRAINING, YOU IDIOT

but in a more serious lens, just look at how luke argues with mc in his anniv 1 card. thats already After hes gone thru some development and he still has the tendency to argue for the side of not choosing him or his happiness. so if thats how he is after some chara development, i can only assume he was so much worse pre-chara dev. he'd be too scared to examine his fears and self-loathing, he'd be too on guard to show any kind of vulnerability, he'd still be hating himself too much to even allow himself to indulge in emotions

in my mind, i think he'd go stone cold raven mode in therapy. single word answers, doesnt talk unless prompted. and the therapist would tell him that this whole thing? it doesnt work unless he wants to get better, it wont work at all if he doesnt work with them.

"good," luke says. and he stays silent for the rest of the session.

the nsb thinks about lifting the therapy requirement since it's a waste to spend resources if luke wont budge

then luke gets his illness

and they lift the requirement immediately. they wanted luke to last, and it seems that wont happen even if he does get better mentally.

and even after my hope comes true and luke's illness gets a deus ex machina treatment that gives him a regular long non-depressing lifespan (IM HOLDING OUT FOR THE BEST HERE OK), i still think itd take a Lot for him to willingly go to therapy and work on his big huge baggages (plural, he has so many)

actually, after his illness no longer has him on a time limit, i think he'd struggle with something else thats very common among people who didnt think theyd live past a certain age: existential dread

because...

what now?

he'd spent his life before his 20s vaguely hating himself, spent his life once he got the illness Intensely Hating Himself so that he minimizes damage to the people he loves, and now hes got more time

to...what? hes got his life back, but he'd spent so much of it not caring about himself at all

im thinking that mc and the rest of the team would help him realize that hey, hes got more time now to actually, yknow, think about what he wants to do and actually do them. hes got time to indulge in things that make him happy, hes got time to do a Lot More Now and thats great. but the hesitation of committing to that would still be so, so ingrained that itd take a while. luke was so prepared to die, and he'll have to learn how to live

it'll be a clumsy, slow, stilted process.

but slowly, he'll get used to it. and one day he'll wake up and...the dread wont be gone. but it wont be as loud. it'll be soft enough that he can look forward to what the days ahead can bring.

[h2bakugou]

Hey sweetie, love ur work, was wondering if u could do a hc for some of the boys (mainly bakugou) of how theyd react to their s/o who struggles to get their words out and stutters a bit and gets insecure wen ppl laugh xx

a/n: hii!! tysm <3 of course!! i decided to do the main three for this one!! 

headcanon: them with an s/o who struggles to get their words out

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing

;cut for length;

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katsuki bakugou

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Bakugou picks up on your habit fairly quickly. You tend to stay pretty quiet.

But when you’re alone and you do speak, he notices sometimes you struggle to get your words out.

You like to use short words/phrases often.

He doesn’t ask questions, he just assumes it’s normal-and it is.

However, he begins to wonder why you’re always so quiet.

That’s not until some rival school meets up for a training battle and a couple of dipshits start making fun of your stutter.

“Spit it out already!”

“I-I-I can’t understand you!”

They mock and tease you as you try to communicate with the team you’ve been partnered with. Oh how royally fucked they were because Bakugou, you’re boyfriend, was right beside you.

“You fucking idiots!” He yelled, charging toward them, sending huge explosions off in their direction.

“Leave them the fuck alone!” He would charge after them and proceed to beat the ever loving shit out of them until they’re mumbling their apologies to you.

“H-hey! Katsu, enough.” You touch Bakugou’s shoulder, pulling him back away from the group of boys.

“Just teaching these dumbasses a lesson about fuckin’ with what’s mine.” Bakugou slings an arm around your waist and practically carries you back to your team with you over his shoulder.

He’s very attentive, and while he can get frustrated sometimes, he’d never make you feel insecure. He’ll wait as long as you need to.

He can usually tell what you want based off of body language, but if it’s something romantic like a kiss or a hug, he wants you to be verbal about it, or he wants you to initiate it first.

Bakugou likes when you hold his hand while you speak, he likes the way you run your thumb across his knuckles. It makes him feel all giddy inside.

But he won’t tell you he likes this.

It’s not like you can’t tell with the way he practically leaps to hold your hand every time you even think about opening your mouth to speak.

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izuku midoriya

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He’s also very attentive and will listen to you.

He will not tolerate people talking over you or making fun of your stutter.

Once yelled at a group of kids who were making fun of your stutter while you guys were patrolling together <3

He really can’t stand when people mock you either. It’s just so rude.

Holds your hand if you like it.

You usually find yourself playing with his hair when you talk to him alone. Your fingers tangled in his green locks while you tell him about your day.

It helps take your mind off of little things that had been stressing you out. And Deku really enjoys it too.

Deku could listen to you talk forever. He loves the sound of your voice.

Even when you get insecure about things like seeming like it takes forever to tell a story, he’ll reassure you and rub your arms, or trace shapes on your legs while you continue, telling you how excited he is to hear what happens next.

HE LOVES TEXTING YOU TOO

Whether you send one big message or eighteen tiny ones about what you want to say, he’ll read all of it, over and over again, smiling thinking about how you’d sound saying it.

Deku is just soft for ur voice idk what else to say he loves it!!

He will urge you to finish your sentences if you ever get off track or distracted, reminding you where you left off, etc.

This can be really sweet but it might also seem a little pushy.

If this bothers you, he’ll gladly stop if you’d like him too! He just wants you to feel comfortable in knowing you’ve told him what you needed to!!

kisses your cheeks to fluster you sometimes which will make you a babbling mess and get you off topic in an instant. He doesn’t do this on purpose, usually only when he wants to kiss you but ur in public.

kiss him back on the lips to turn him into the babbling mess.

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shoto todoroki

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Shoto baby <3

He’s kinda quiet and reserved, but he really enjoys listening to you talk.

He actually speaks more with you than he does anyone else!

He definitely does not tolerate anyone speaking over you/cutting you off mid sentence and will not stand for someone mocking or teasing you.

He had to harp on Kaminari once.

“S-so uhm that’s why-”

“That’s why we need to work together!” Kaminari butted in, cutting you off. He wasn’t trying to be mean by any means, he’d just connected the dots out loud.

“They could’ve finished their sentence without an interruption.” Todoroki’s mouth formed into a thin line as he stared at the yellow-blonde.

“Sorry! I’m sorry!” Kaminari apologized to you, feeling a little embarrassed about being scolded by Todoroki.

“It’s a-alright. You got the gist o-of it.” You smiled, glancing back at Todoroki before mouthing a ‘thank you’ to him.

He hates seeing you get discouraged by people talking over you or getting mocked, especially by kids around your age.

You’re doing your best, hell you’re doing better than half the kids there, yet some pricks think it’s funny to tease you for having a stutter, or for taking a few extra minutes to finish what you’re saying.

Will absolutely put their asses on blast for the world to see.

He will not tolerate bullshit, I mean just ask his dad-

You enjoy using his hands, like the others, when you speak. Holding his cool hand to your cheek while you tell him a story helps you feel a little less embarrassed if you’re feeling self-conscious.

Or if you press his warm hand to your lips, kissing his finger tips before speaking, you feel calm.

He’s a flustered mess now, honestly trying not to interrupt you with a kiss.

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[em0avacado]

Pen Pals - Ezekiel Reyes

trigger warning : none other than brief mention of removing someone’s pelvis, wearing maybe.

word count : 2068

Dear Ezekiel,

Her first letter started simple, she wasn’t sure whether to address the inmate more formerly, or of this was fine, but with lack of better knowledge on this, she settled on that. It all started when curiosity got the best of her. She had a friend who would constantly talk about her very own pen pal, she’d talk about the stories theyd tell her, how they were interesting and that they had, in reality, not much better to do with their time in lockup. At first, the young woman was rather skeptical, but after reading some of her friends letters herself, the curiosity started eating her alive from the inside out. Maybe she’d give it a try, what’s the worst that could happen? So, after a few hours of extensive reasearch, she’d picked an inmate and began writing, although, after the first two words of the letter, she was stuck. It wasn’t long until she realized how much time had passed since she’d actually written a letter to someone who wasn’t her grandmother.

With a pen gripped tightly in her hand, the black ink began to spill onto the page as her mind finally came up with things to scribble onto the soft blue lines. The nails of her right hand tapping against the finished wood of her desk, it wasn’t long until she ripped the paper out of the coiled notebook and started over again.

Dear Ezekiel,

My name’s Ophelia, I’m about twenty six years old, and my favourite colour is orange, because it reminds me of orange creamsicles on a hot summers day. Seems childish, I’m aware, but alas, my curiosity only carried me so far. It’s been years since I’ve actually written a letter, let alone made a friend. You see, I’m a very reserved person but i supposed that the only way of really making friends with a pen pal is to start off by introducing myself into a bit more depth than small talk. The friends I do have, they call me Oph, no one really calls me by my first name.

God, she sounded so utterly stupid, she thought, but what else was there to write? Who even knew if this man would write back? No one, no one did. But, can’t be for sure unless she tries, right? right.

However, she went on, writing down anything she could possibly think of that could stark some sort of interest from the man behind bars. She went from how the green on the trees in the spring brought her a specific joy in her heart because when she was younger her father would point out that the green in forests meant that the wild life was happy, healthy, to explaining what the saw was initially invented for. Once her hand began to cramp, she called it a day. Folding the papers together neatly, she shoved them in an envelope and sent it off to the right address before her hesitation stopped her. Now; it was time to wait. And she hated waiting.

Without a real timeline in her head on when she’d hear back from Ezekiel, she waited days, then weeks, at some point, the thought seemed to slip her mind. Heading to work each day, only to head home, check her mail box, head inside, prepare herself for the night and get at least a few hours of sleep before doing it all again the next day. An impossibly boring routine that was disturbed when she found an envelope, with blue in scratched into the front. Reading the name ‘Ezekiel’ within the first few lines of the actual letter, thrilled her. Quickly, she tossed her bag and keys to the side, kicking the door shut behind her, she tore into the envelope and began to read.

Dearest Ophelia

You can tell me absolutely anything you wish to, just from your first letter i can tell that your mind is a place of wonder. If you think anything like you write, I’d love to pick your brain some day, those run on sentences really get a man thinking.

A wide grin spread across her lips, her eyes flit across the pages as she read ever word scribbled onto the lines in blue ink. He told her anything that reflected topics she covered, answering all the questions that she asked, even adding in commentary here and there. He matched the amount she wrote, rambling on just as much as she did.

P.s. were chainsaws really invented to cut open and take out the pelvis of a woman who took too long giving birth?

A cackle rolled passed her lips when she read that very last sentence, and she dove into explaining the history of it once more. Every letter she wrote, would end in a fact so buzzard it was hard to believe. The two went back and forth as fast as time would allow, matching the length of letters, each and every time. Quickly, that ugly blue ink from Ezekiels pen became her favourite colour, replacing the orange colours that she once preferred over all else.

But, all good things do eventually come to an end, for years, they’d go back and forth, writing letters and knowing everything about one another. Occasionally letters were sent with tear stains wrinkling papers from when she poured her heart onto the page, she’d sent a picture of herself once too, one she never got back. Dozens of paper cuts, empty pens and notepads empty, pages torn out and sent. Then, one day, it all just stopped, her last letter never got a response, she waited weeks, but weeks turned to months quickly and she assumed he’d gotten out, it wasn’t worth contacting her anymore now that he was set free into the world once again. It hurt, it shouldn’t have, he was just a pen pal, a friend who wasn’t permanent in the slightest, she knew that, she did, but that bond she thought they developed was broken. Perhaps she got attached, but, for lack of better wording, it sucked.

It was now the middle of December, and Ophelia had planned what she usually did during the holiday season. Nothing. She didn’t have family left, her friends had their own families to attend to, besides, she had just up and moved to a town she was dangerously unfamiliar with. Although, none of that really phased her. On her way home from work, she stopped by the store, a hardcore case of the munchies leading her down chips isle. Humming to herself softly, her eyes scanned the shelves, tossing a bag or two in her basket before strolling down the isle.

A small, white sheet of something, perhaps paper? Swayed to the ground slowly, landing rignt at her feet, with a quirked brow, she leant down and picked it up. The man who dropped it, standing not too far in front of her, didn’t seem to notice that he’s lost it. A man, with a buff figure, broad shoulders, he walked like he’d been constipated for a week now, his phone in hand, which his focused had zeroed in on. She trapped the small paper, which turned out to be a photograph. Ophelia didn’t want to look at it, to respect the mans privacy, but curiosity killed the cat, right?

The photo, she immediately recognized the bright red hair, the pearly white smile, the mess on the pale skin and the beaming green eyes. That was her, the photo? it was the one she sent to Ezekiel all those years ago, when they first started talking. But why did this man have it? With confusion, she rushed forward, tapping the man on his shoulder “excuse me -“ she started, but her words caught in her throat when he turned around, it was him. he looked like he did in the pictures on the sight, the one he sent her, just slightly older, his hair had a tight trim, he had a few more stress lines than the picture did.

The basket tucked under her arm just moments ago, hit the ground with a crash. Her eyes went wide, her skin paled. Ophelia looked like she’d just seen a ghost, Ez mimicking the shock on his own features. “you- i-“ she managed to get out, forcing her mouth shut.

A nervous chuckle came from Ez, paired with a weak “O- hey.” he said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

She raised her fist and punched him in the bicep “what the fuck?!” she asked, her shock replaced by anger as she waved the photo in front of him. “really?! I thought we were cool, friends? even? you said I was one of the best friends you’d ever made and I don’t even get as much as a ‘oh hey Ophelia I’m getting out talk to you never!’ ?! and you just carry my picture around like a creep?” she asked, pushing it against his chest and crossing her arms over her own. “well?”

“Listen, I’m sorry.” he said, looking for ways to explain himself, why he hadn’t kept in touch, any sort of excuse but there was nothing, truth was, he had wanted to stay in contact but everything with the club, and the deal, and pops got in the way, so it kept getting pushed back. “it was a dick move and I’m sorry.” he said, looking down at her.

“yeah no fucking shit.” she spoke, her arms still crossed over her chest, her glare burrowing holes into his head. She opened her mouth, ready to add more onto what was already said to him, but in that moment someone in a kutte that nearly matched his own, rounded the corner, ready to speak to Ez until her glare shifted from him to the slightly taller man, his green flannel buttoned up, chains clanging together.

“Hey boy sco-“ he stopped mid sentence, not taking another step, he narrowed his eyes at her, looking between her, and his brother, a smile came to his lips in realization “oh shit.” he laughed “you can deal with angry fire crotch on your own, I’ll wait outside.” he laughed, heading out and leaving the two alone again.

“Angel?” she asked, he looked exactly like Ez would explain in his letters, nodding his head, she furrowed her brows slightly and leaned down, picking her basket up again, hanging it in the crease of her elbow. “Look I get it, you got out, had better things to do, I shouldn’t have let my anger get the best of me but come on? We spoke for years, we bonded, or so I thought? Feels ridiculous now, but, hey, I hope that your life treats you better than it has, I’ll see you around.” she said, nodding her head at him, turning to head to the till when she felt his hand on her arm, spinning her around.

“I looked for you.” he started “not nearly hard enough but they never gave away your address, nothing, which was smart but I did look for you, where I could.” he confessed “not once did I forget about you, Ophelia, I couldn’t.” he dropped his arm when she stood, looking up at him.

“I know. Duh. Your memory is like- permanent.” she said, and he nearly rolled his eyes.

“okay smart ass that’s not what I meant.” he groaned. “you’re unforgettable, even if I could forget, I couldn’t.”

“you’re much smoother on paper” she added another little side note.

“Ophelia.”

“Sorry.”

“Anyways, that picture was the only that allowed me to feel a sense of home as of lately, and would be the only thing that did until i found you. That’s why I kept it.” he told her, her gaze softening. “Now that i have, found you, i won’t let you get away again.”

“sounds kidnap - y.” she muttered, interrupting him. He dropped his hands, slapping against his thighs with a soft sight, he shot her a glare.

“Ophelia I swear to god i’m trying to confess my feelings right now could you put a pause on that for a moment?” he asked her, raising a brow.

“no.” she said simply, scratching her nose. “don’t confess your undying love for me in the middle of a grocery store, please. That old lady has been listening and eyeing you this whole time.”

[frogtanii]

HELLO !! i heard you were in need of gift ideas for the boys to give to yn??

here is just a drabble of ideas LMAO

bo:

now here me out... snack box

ok it sounds weird i know, but he seems the type to want to give yn some sort of gift he’s seen go viral that’ve made people happy

like a sunshine box or one of those “told my boyfriend i was on my period and he got me this” kind of thing

he also always talks abt sharing snacks with yn ??? so idk he just makes me think snack box

also the fact i feel like he would run out of ideas and bc he doesn’t want to ask the other hopeless idiots... hed use handy dandy google HAHSH

snacks from japan, snacks he knows/thinks/has seen her enjoy, etc.

oiks

beauty products LMAO

this man knows EVERYTHING about makeup, so i feel like he’d go all out on getting yn beauty products

soft brushes, colorful palettes, you name it

probably doesn’t know what yn would need he still wants to buy half of the store for her, maybe a bit for himself too

but rly, probably beauty products/few self care items

he knows when a bitch is sad and if she’s going to be crying then she will be looking like a hot mess doing so

suga

ok honestly i feel like he and oikawa would collab for their idea HDJFHDJD

self care products and chocolate <3

baby knows she’s all cooped up n unhappy and would want to make her feel better

spa days help him relax yk ??

if yn isn’t going to go to a spa day with them, he will bring the spa day to her

face masks, lotion, roses for a bath, bath bombs, essential oils, candles... baby going all out on essentials and things he think might help

overall jusy wants to give her some self care

hed probably make a list of things for her to do to help herself... like, “if you’re not feeling well, i recommend...” or, “if you’re looking to relax, start a hot bath and...”

just cute self care stuff w a list of things he knows could help her

maybe makes her a spotify playlist for her to relax to. some of his favorite songs along with others that coax someone to relax

tsum tsum

a whole ass movie marathon set up

he got her her favorite series for her to binge— like, the party packs that include special episodes, bloopers, etc.

he knows she’s a cuddler, so he might get her a nice weighted blanket too. one of the soft ones esp. something to make her feel secure yk ???

a shit ton of candy too. it’s like he’s bringing the theater to her. and assuming they’re the closest among the group, he probably knows her favorite candies from the relentless amount of nights they’ve hung around together.

yeah he buys all of her fav. candies LMAO

you know how some people have those pinterest photos where they have a basket that has candies, popcorn, pop soda, etc ???

he does ALL of that shit. just for his angel.

kashi

books upon books upon books

probably poetry books too :(

the majority of them are books hes reviewed/read on his own, but he went through his little library and bought some more to give to her, too

throws in an assortment of genres for her to choose from. like, so many

horror, sci-fi, mystery, he included it all, as well as some of his personal recommendations

probably throws in some tea that helps calm him down cause poor baby probably knows what the stress is like

also a thermal mug for her drink of choosing

IM SORRY THAT WAS SO MUCH BUT NOT ENOUGH AGDHGDHS I DONT KNOW THE OTHER BOYS TOO WELL TO ASSUME WHAT THEYD GIVE HER !!! BUT ENJOY THIS LITTLE LIST AHAHH

- 📦

NO THIS IS AMAZING TY FOR SENDING THIS ILL DEF HAVE TO KEEP TJESE IN MINDDDD <333

[hitsuackerman]

Why Did It Have to be Him? pt. 2 (Aizawa x Reader)

a/n: so this was pretty challenging to write since its difficult to imagine Aizawa and his lustful needs all while trying to keep him in character... So, I hope this part 2 did you justice :) thank you for requesting this @hxneybee-uwu​ ! enjoy!

Warnings: Student-Teacher relationship, Age-gap, Cursing

Link: Part 1, Part 3

Materlist for my other fics :) here

Mina: Did you hear the news? We’re going 2 b having dorms

Toru: Did Aizawa-sensei and All Might Visit you guys now?

Kiri: Not yet. But my parents will surely agree.

You stared at the group chat before you. Heart racing at the thought of two teachers (okay, maybe one of them in particular) visiting your empty house. Not bothering to reply to your friends, you hurriedly stood up and began cleaning whatever nook and cranny your eyes could see.

As you were mopping the floors, a thought came into your mind. How would things work knowing you lived alone? Whose permission would you ask for? Both your parents had passed and them having no brothers or sisters, you had nowhere else to go, you settled for living off of the inheritance. It was just enough for you to live, given you had a part time job.

Your phone beeped once more cutting your thoughts.

Bakugo: Oi. How are yu gonna give them yer consent?

Y/N: I have no idea. I think I can ask one of them to sign it for my name instead…?

Bakugo: You really think theyd do that? Bullshit

Y/N: I can only hope huhuhu :(

Staring at your screen, your heart sunk at the idea of not being given the needed permission to join the dorms. Still, you showed a small smile at how Bakugo showed concern. He was one of the few people who knew about your predicament. Tossing your phone aside, you continued doing your chores.

When it was finally noon, you were now properly dressed and everything was now in tip top shape. All that was left was for your teachers to arrive. Killing time, you turned on the TV and watched whatever show was on. Not soon after, there was a knock on the door.

‘Fuck…’ You internally panicked when you saw it was only Aizawa outside your door. Any hopes of not having to make things awkward, flushed down the drain. Heat instantly traveled to your cheeks as your mind recalled what transpired a few days ago.

“You live alone, right?” Aizawa asked as he fixed his bag strap on his shoulder. His eyes took in your features. The pink tint on your cheeks gave him an uneasy feeling. The small rise in his heart beat needed to be pushed aside.

“Yeah.” You stepped aside to give him room to enter. When he passed by, you bit your inner lip and prayed for any sort of help. “Make yourself comfortable, sensei.”

‘Lords that sounds so wrong even if it’s still with context.’ This was not going well. Not one bit.

Leading him towards the living room, the two of you sat across from each other. It had only dawned on you that he was not wearing his hero costume. Instead, he was wearing a white button down shirt with the same tie from before. His stubble had returned quite fast but his hair was kept in a low bun.

“Do you want coffee or tea?” You touched your neck while trying to avoid eye contact. Seeing him sitting on your sofa was terrible for your fantasies. What you’d give to do at least something on that damn sofa.

When you started biting on your lip, his mouth started to dry. He had to swallow his saliva as his stare lingered on your lip. Once again, his skin tingles at the memory of your soft skin on his calloused one.

‘Shota. Stop.’ He mentally slapped himself. ‘See? This is why you should have let Toshinori visit (L/N).’

“Stop chewing on your lip, (L/N).” He snapped you out of your thoughts. Clearing his throat he advertently changed the topic. “Water will do.”

Excusing yourself, you scurried to the kitchen. This was not good. The fact that he’s in your home dressed like that caused your mind to relay pictures. How would he look underneath those clothes? Would he mind it if you ran your fingers through his hair? Of course he would. What the hell were you thinking? Those were the thoughts running in your mind as you shakily poured water into a glass.

Meanwhile, Aizawa rubbed his palms on his face. He had barely gotten any sleep yesterday and being able to recognize how you smelled of lavender when he entered your home did not help one bit.

Leaning his back on the sofa, his eyes began to wander. The walls were plain and barely any pictures. Save for 3 frames near the TV. Squinting his eyes, he could make out a younger you, smiling widely with your parents. At least he assumed.

“Those are my parents.” You gave him the answer as you placed the glass of water on the table. Returning to your seat, you tucked in a strand of hair and finally gave him eye contact. His blank gray eyes gave nothing away.

“I recall in your file that you don’t have any relatives. For that case, I have already asked permission from Principal Nezu that I can sign the papers, should you grant me authority.” He began to set some papers on the table. Once they were all laid flat, he took out a pen from his bag and placed it beside the papers. “All you have to do is sign this particular file.”

Taking the document, you scanned through the words and absentmindedly nodded. Without taking your eyes from the paper, you reached blindly for the pen.

Your breath hitched when you felt his fingers brush against yours. Tearing your gaze from the file, your eyes followed your arm till they reached your fingertips. In between your index and middle finger, his finger stayed frozen as well. Not one of you budged or flinched. When you looked over at his eyes, they seemed to be calculating and lost in thought.

‘You’re crossing the line, Shota.’ That’s what his mind yelled at him. Yet his body wanted him to just grab your wrist and hold your skin once more. His finger twitched and he managed to feel your skin against his.

Seeing his jaw tighten, you felt brave and imitated his actions. His eyes immediately darted and met yours. A shaky exhale exited your mouth as you felt his finger slowly rising up towards the back of your hand. His eyes never tearing away from you. The way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down only showed his evident lust.

Trembling, you lifted your index and carefully grazed his palm.

‘Holy shit. Holy shit. I’m tracing his palms. Fuck,’ Your heart felt as if it were running miles at the sensation of his skin.

It took all of his will to blink himself back to reality. Clenching his fist, he pulled himself away from you and cleared his throat. His eyes following your hand as you finally grabbed the pen.

‘Why did you do that? Are you that desperate to get under her skin?’ Aizawa scolded himself. He had indulged a little too much. Flexing stomach, he tried to hide his friend before you could notice. He had stepped over the line a little too much for his, or both, of your comforts.

After signing the document, you gave him the paper and made sure your fingers were a safe distance from him. The sooner he was out of your vicinity the better. After a few more instructions, he finally stood up and you accompanied him to the door.

As you trailed behind him, your eyes fell on his nape. Slowly, they fell towards his shoulders. Each little swing of his arm caused his traps to flex. It was subtle but his white shirt gave it away if you knew what you were looking for. Your eyes fell even lower. A satisfactory nod at how his butt was plump. A+ if you could say so yourself.

You flinched when your body collided with his chest. So lost in thought, you failed to notice how he had turned around to face you.

Aizawa couldn’t help but stare at how gradual your face turned a shade of red. The look of embarrassment but a hint of lust present in your orbs. A strand of hair falling on your face. Without thinking it through, he tucked the strand behind your ear.

“That’s what you want, isn’t?” He said as his finger began to trace your jaw. “Aren’t you smart enough to know that I’m your teacher and I’m much older than you?”

Your mind stopped working. There was no way you could redeem yourself from this. Avoiding his stare, you began to chew on your lower lip. Anxiety started to show when your shoulders trembled. Trying to formulate a sentence, your mouth just felt dry and barren.

“(L/N).” His voice stern. “Answer m-���

“Why… Why did you do that with your fingers? Why did you tuck that strand of hair, Aizawa-sensei?” Your voice cracked but the words came faster than you could comprehend. “I know you're my teacher. I just… I can’t help it.”

‘Don’t say the words, Shota. It will only make things worse.’

“Even if I entertained your feelings, there’s no way this will end up on a positive note. You and I both know that well enough.”

‘You should have just kept your mouth shut at this point.’

Seeing that tears were starting to pool up, he let out a sigh and removed his finger from your jaw. He hated himself. He hated himself for not wanting to let go of his touch on you. The only logical thing left for him to do was to turn around, open the door, and leave. But, his feet remained glued to the floor.

“What if you were wrong and all this ends on a positive note?” (Y/N). You’re literally inviting the thought of being expelled at this very moment. By now, your mind was too foggy to think straight. All you wanted was to show this man that maybe, just maybe, things would work out.

“Nothing good comes out with these types of relationships..”

“Then just give me a chance.” You retaliated. “There’s no harm in trying and we don’t have to tell anybody.”

‘There’s a lot of harm in this Shota. This isn’t logical anymore. This is just plain selfish on your part.’ His mind was yelling for him to stop. Yet the fire and determination in your eyes made him think otherwise. At this point, he wasn’t listening to his mind anymore.

It would be a lie on his part if he would say he never took an interest in you. Ever since the UA sports festival, his stare would linger on you and it became his own personal game if he could catch you ogling at him.

Taking one step forward, he saw how your eyes widened with fear and anticipation of what would happen next. Leading you, his gaze tore straight into your soul as your back felt the cold wall in your house. You were now pinned against the wall. Your head tilting upward to look into his stoic face.

‘OH MY LORD. A KABEDON. WHAT THE FUCK?!’ You yelled as your jaw dropped once more. Both his arms now caging your head. He bent his torso to fully take in your flustered face. Your knees now felt like jelly when the tip of his nose began to brush yours. He smelled like mint and rosewood.

Just like that, he released you from his cage and fixed his tie. It took everything in him not to devour you right then and then. Turning around, he ushered himself out. Before taking another step forward, he glanced at you over his shoulder.

“I like cats.” He said.

“What?” You were still recovering from the feeling of being pinned to the wall. Your senses tingled and heat reached the area between your thighs once more.

“You heard me.” With only an inch left of opening, he continued his sentence. “We can start off from there.”

The moment the hatch clicked, you fell to your knees and clutched your chest.

Meanwhile, Aizawa on the other side clenched his fists till his knuckles turned white. He had let himself go. This was bad but now that an opportunity presented itself, he would have to take such necessary precautions to ensure that this situation you found yourselves in would remain hidden.

“Shit.” That’s all he could say.

Taking his phone out, he scanned through his contacts till he reached your name. He didn’t know what went to him but he knew a smirk on his face when he feels it. After typing the message, he hit send and placed it back in his pocket.

Hearing your phone beeping, you hurriedly ran back towards the living and unlocked it. His name appeared on the notification bar. Your cheeks once again felt hot and your heart began to race once more.

‘I’ll call you later.’

Needless to say, he did.

[volfoss]

all these for Mista/Agliata and Cecilia/Adriano 💗🥺

i literally hate u for this one luce but ty ill talk about our slutty lil old bitches <3

under the cut bc this is gonna be long probably

🍓 - what is their favourite kind of date?

agmis- i think smth lowkey! like maybe just walking around places or just kinda setting off on a little trip where they just go wherever in a reasonable distance from their home.

adriceci- ceci would literally die to just stay home w him, she just wnts to cuddle him and kiss him ur honor. but i think she likes any dates that they go on, like he hasnt gotten to experince a lot of the normal kinda dates so shes like ok <3 im dragging u to all these places. i think also like going on drives bc she can just hold him a bit and relax.

🍄 - what's one of their favourite things about each other?

already answered for agmis

adriceci- cecilia loves a lot about him.... and as much as i wanna say his tits or other features, i think she loves how he treats her. like idk its smth about a man that can and will toss u but also cares u sm. she literally just loves how hes so soft w her at times and how he just so clearly loves her.

🍉 - do they live together, or plan on moving in together?

agmis- they do! they moved in pre-dating

adriceci- they also are, they moved in after theyd been dating a while and ceci was like 🙏 please adriano i want u here every night bc shes like dragged him home so often that he just needs to move in.

🍊 - how long have they been together?

already answered for agmis

adriceci- i have NO clue where these bitches fit in canon but id assume its been a couple years at the least. it was like a half year pre VA when ceci first went 😏gonna get that priest ass and then did. theyve got that fake married turned knda real married without that legal documenting vibes and i love it for them. like i think uh if we ignore canon, its definitely forever <3

🍑 - who confessed their love first?

agmis- when i say so lovingly theyre doing this in the stupidest way possible i do in fact mean it. i think its literally over text and just accidentally slipping out <3 but i think he would

adriceci- i would be so fucking real w u there is NO way adriano is confessing first. i think ceci did and right after the ABSOLUTE NIGHTMARE that is going to her familys house, she tells him that <3

🍁 - how do they show affection to each other? (edited to match rosas edited ver)

agmis- they both show a lot of affection to each other in general! theyre on his lap or sitting beside him, but i think a lot of the time, he'll lay his head on their lap and thats how they'll watch stuff together.

adriceci- in literally EVERY way she is all over him <3 shes on his lap, clinging to him, kissing him etc. but i think her favorite way to show affection is at night when she brushes his hair a bit bc it took so long to build up to it and she just loves playing with his hair and its this tender little moment. and however he gives her affection she eats it up. hes tender w her occasionally iirc but yk we also have the whole he can and will toss her (in a nice way dw)

🍋 - do they do a lot of PDA?

agmis- definitely! it was bad pre dating to the point that they were p much attached at the hip, but i think that it got worse when they started dating. it wasnt a bit enough jump that it was super obvious that they were dating to the rest of the group but they def do.

adriceci- its very much a thing of if she could literally be on his lap/around him 24/7 but theres the whole priest thing and as much as shed luv to jump him at church she cant. but i think that if theyre in an environment where they can actually be affectionate, then ceci is not holding back at all. shes obnoxious as hell about it in public too like shell wrap her arm around his and just be right by him the whole time. she luvs him sm u dont even understand.... thats his widdle wife and her widdle husbamd....

🌼 - how many people know about their relationship?

already answered for agmis

adriceci- well, cecilia uh sure did tell her family (by way of saying wow adriano my cute little office worker boyfriend <3) but really hasnt told a lot of people because of the whole uh priest/assassin/gang member combo. their relationship is kinda secretive but if she is telling someone she just whips out the yeah my bf is an office worker and so conservative and doesnt dress kinda slutty. i dont think anyone really knows the true nature of their relationship outside of like the girls? which obviously they do ceci is like their fucking mom but also not yk? but the girls do know since theyre part of adrianos group and ceci has legit adopted them so yeah.

[yandere-daydreams]

I feel like if anyone had Thoughts about this it’d be you but : zodiac signs as yandere ?

I have so many thoughts on this!!! I’m assuming anon wants to know about sun signs only, so that’s what I did! Keep in mind that literally every single one of these will be biased towards how I view the signs, so if you disgree then.... sorry!! (This post also might be a little long because there are. Twelve signs.)

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Aries - Okokokok...... I would like to think..... an Aries would be a possessive, but in a very aggressive way?? Like if they’re jealous of one of your friends they will not hold back. If you wont get rid of them in your life, they’ll do it for you with little hesitation. I feel theyd be romantic and flirty, and refusing their advances just is Not an option. They’ll often lose their temper if you misbehave too much, and it wont take much to get them to that point. They’re very loud and headstrong, and will absolutely manipulate you into doing whatever they want. They aren’t very affectionate, but if you ask nicely enough they’ll begrudgingly cuddle with you (and secretly enjoy it but shhh) Their punishments: severe. Their amount of remorse: zero.

Taurus - Definitely a more submissive yandere!! Probably a delusional and when you disagree with them or tell them theyre wrong, that you don’t love them, they will probably cry so much and not speak to you for days at a time as opposed to physically punishing you. Will not get angry easily and will repress any anger they feel until one day they snap and go Crazy and break your legs or something. They will not take kindly to your nasty remarks or constant attempts to free yourself from their captivity, but they will generally react very passively because they love you and would never want to hurt you (unless they really had to, of course)!! 10/10 will make you nap with them. Constantly.

Gemini - They’re probably a little delusional, but also really obsessive and clingy!! They will force you to cuddle with them for HOURS AND HOURS and just... play with your hair... and babble about their day and the weather and whatever to keep you in their arms. It’s honestly pretty nice and relaxing, and perfect if you’re okay with lounging around all day. They’ll probably really half-ass everything too. Like yeah you’ll be in handcuffs, but if you really tried you’d probably be able to slip out of them because they didn’t bother getting ones that actually fit. Also, everytime you lash out at them they will completely brush it off and deflect everything. They will just pull you into their lap and coddle you until you’ve calmed down and stopped saying such ridiculous things to them. Will also make really dumb jokes in conversations they have with you, and you will have to laugh no matter how awful they are. I mean, unless you want to be punished (read: cuddled) more.

Cancer - A soft yandere, baby!! They will pamper the HELL out of you. They will deck your room out with the nicest furniture, get you the /softest/ handcuffs on the market, bake you your favorite desserts, the whole nine yards!! They will comfort you when you cry about your situation, but will refuse to acknowledge that they are the reason your crying. Very delusional and very manipulative, will guilt trip you into being nice to them. Very powerful puppy dog eyes. 10/10 will kiss you on the forehead and apologize for every bad thing they’ve ever had to do to you.

Leo - They were probably the popular kid in school and you probably had a massive crush on them. When u finally managed to get their attention they never stopped paying attention to you. The next thing you knew, you were locked in their attic. They are very ambitious, and once they had their eyes set on you, no one was going to get in their way. Very possessive, will cut off all of your friends for you and be very jealous!! When the roles are reversed, though, and you get jealous of their friends, it’s fine baby!! There’s nothing to be jealous of!! ^3^ Will probably spoil you a little bit, but only if you havent pissed them off recently. If you’re mean to them they will take it so personally and be so dramatic about it!!

“Can you say something to me it’s been three days.”

“I thought my voice was annoying you >:T”

“Oh my god-“

Virgo - Protective protective protective!! Will lock you in a room with absolutely no furniture with sharp corners or anything you could hurt yourself on. An actual perfectionist, will put makeup on you, do your hair so there isn’t a single strand out of place, and dress you in color coordinated outfits ONLY. Will literally take the best care of you, but it’s overbearing how much they worry about your safety all. The. Time. You will more than likely never leave the house without them, and never without at least SPF 50 sunscreen on. Will attempt to be your personal therapist, but has never properly processed and emotion before, so... they aren’t very effective. If you attempt to escape, they will punish you severely.

“Ayo I sure wish I wasn’t HERE right now ahaha sure wish I was HOME and not with YOU.”

“Oh? Ahahaha okay!” *literally breaks your fucking toes* “See! You have to stay with me!! You could get hurt much worse than this in the outside world, you have to be more careful!! :)”

Libra - Probably protective and obsessive to a certain extent. Will probably be really sympathetic?? But like in a “I cant let you go I’m sorry the world is bad and scary and I don’t want you getting hurt.” kinda way. They would want to give you a little bit of freedom, though, so they’ll let you go out with your friends occasionally, but they’ll be VERY cautious and, well, protective of you. They are very understanding and give you lenient punishments when you push them over the edge and theyre ‘forced’ to punish you, but will not comfort you afterwards to compensate for the lack of severity of their punishments. Balance, baby!

Scorpio - An obsessive for sure. Literally IN LOVE WITH YOU. Will instagram stalk you, your family, your friends, your neighbor’s dogs, ANYONE that has ever been in contact with you. They already know everything about you when they finally execute their plan to kidnap you. They’re very attractive and strong willed and will put you in your place with no hesitation, but afterwards will attempt to kiss it better because they feel sorta bad. They just want you to love them!! They crave so much attention constantly, and will want to cuddle with you and be close to you at all times. You will have to be an excellent liar, because they will be able to call you on your bullshit so easily!! They will absolutely not tolerate any lying, so it’s better to justbe honest with them, even if you think it will make them mad. 10/10 will probably stare at you for hours on end without saying a single word and then watch you sleep. All lovingly, of course.

Sagittarius - P o s s e s s i v e. Can and will beat the shit out of anyone that touches you and will beat the shit out of you if you mention someone other than them to teach you a lesson. They have very bad commitment issues because they’re afraid of the people they love leaving them, and they overcompensate for it a lot. Probably actually a little bit out of their mind beyond the whole “I have my love interest locked in my basement” thing. Will give you the bare minimum amount of the things you need to survive and will deprive you of food and water for days at a time if you say something a little too nasty to them. Is really good at saying the right things to talk you down when you’re upset after a punishment or something. Very good at making you laugh as much as you hate to admit it!! 10/10 will probably turn to sensory deprivation if all else fails just because they’re sadistic like that.

Capricorn - Very responsible, planned a lot for your arrival. Very smart, rational, and protective, they have a plan for literally any situation thrown their way. They’re very fragile but they project it all onto you, and as a result they take very good care of you. They’re kinda intimidating but actually very sweet, and they love you more than they love themself. Probably rich because they’re really good at saving money, and they’ll spoil you with every cent they have. Bossy, and if you choose to ignore what they tell you to do they will make your life miserable for the next few days. Again, they’re very serious looking and intimidating, but they have a playful and carefree side that only really comes out around you!! They love you a whole lot, and make that very clear through the gifts they give you constantly.

Aquarius - Hear me out. Remember that tsundere yandere post Daydreams made? That’s Aquarius. They are very mean and nasty!!! A true goblin, honestly. They’re totally head over heels in love with you, but they’ll make you work to earn that love, even though you didn’t ask for it. You want attention?

“Haha nerd, why would I come cuddle you?? That’s like... weird... You’re gross!!”

Do they hate you, or do they want to marry you and ride off into the sunset with you? You’ll never know, because they wont ever let you get close enough to them to figure out what goes on inside that crazy head of theirs. Overall will probably treat you well, if you’re okay with the constant bullying and berating that you’ll get from them daily, that is.

Pisces - Soft like Cancer, but obsessive like Scorpio!! Has very strong feelings for you, but doesn’t know how to manage them in a healthy way. They want you all to themself, and the only way they know how to keep you in their life is by taking you. Very manipulative and delusional.

“Haha fancy seeing you here babe!”

“I am locked in your basement and I have been for the past seven months-“

“Crazy how we just keep running into eachother! Are you, like, obsessed with me or something?”

Like Virgo, they’ll try to be your personal therapist, but Pisces is actually good at it. You can never hide how you’re feeling from them, because if they pick up even the slightest difference in your tone of voice they will dig through their brain for any possible event that could have taken place to make your mood shift even the slightest bit. Crazy, but in a very loving and wholesome way. 10/10 would take a bullet for you!!

[punkscowardschampions]

Joe & Ronnie

Joe: Hey

Joe: my flatmate has some work I reckon your mate might be interested in

Joe: but it’ll sound a bit dodgy coming from me so you wanna pass it along?

Joe: moneys alright for no real work, depending on how you look at it

Ronnie: never done any work as a secretary myself

Ronnie: write your own fucking love notes

Joe: I see that

Joe: your accent down the 📞?

Joe: no cunt here’d understand you, never mind the demeanour

Joe: yeah, well, it’d really seem that way

Joe: but I actually need someone to take her off my hands

Ronnie: racism as foreplays playing to the wrong crowd hes more into homo bashing

Ronnie: errr dunno how you read his demeanor mckenna but he aint taken a her off anyones hands since before any of us had phones

Joe: i’ll keep that in mind

Joe: well homophobic of me to not tell him myself so he’s welcome for the freebie

Joe: not actual escorting

Joe: she does art, her life drawing class needs a model

Joe: I ain’t fucking doing that

Joe: tell me I ain’t 📖 him right on that one

Ronnie: fucks sake if youd said it was cash for cock wed be done talking already

Joe: I just did

Joe: sound, she’ll be made up, she’ll get off my case, and he’ll get £15 an hour, apparently 👌

Ronnie: sexist not to ask me

Ronnie: pass that on to your little gf

Joe: weren’t her idea to ask Charlie

Joe: you’ll have to take up that grievance with me as well

Joe: I’ll just point out it’d be even weirder if I’d have asked you

Ronnie: you wish

Ronnie: how much £ you offering me to bang you

Joe: if I did no point paying you to do it for her and her class and not me

Joe: that’s an interesting take on cucking though, loads that would go for it, I’m sure

Ronnie: ill write it down as youve made me go hunting for a pen in this shithole

Joe: cheers

Joe: take 20% commission or whatever

Joe: or take the IOU I owe him for doing this

Ronnie: you said it hed do this for fuck all ill take the lot and mary wont know it was a paid gig

Joe: if he can fend the flatmate off, undoubtedly a load of art gays he can have his pick of

Ronnie: that what youre telling yourself for why you dont want me to do it yeah

Joe: you wanna do it?

Ronnie: i want you to admit the reason you dont want me to is cause he scrubs up enough for horse girl and her course mates not to stage an intervention

Joe: not what it is so no

Joe: I know I don’t want to get my shit out in front of a load of middle class kids who know fuck all about fuck all, so I assumed as much for you

Ronnie: dont ever assume fuck all for or about me

Joe: why do you wanna do it so bad when like you said, you can pocket the cash and get him to?

Ronnie: i dont wanna fucking do it

Joe: well that’s grand ‘cos I reckon Sophie wants to see dick so

Joe: she’d be really let down

Ronnie: usually what gets you off

Ronnie: but im made up youre in love now like

Joe: please, she either don’t get it’s weird to ask me which means she’s some kind of special

Joe: or this is the start of her 50 shades fantasy and I have to be the let down to end all let downs and i’m already doing my best

Ronnie: rem is right to pay for it when she could just walk in on you taking a piss or having a shower

Joe: when you’re just a creep and not a predator 💔

Joe: not the girl my parents warned me about

Ronnie: if theyd be the type to go down the stables theyd have seen the other side of her

Joe: you’ve got your own daydreams, alright

Joe: put out the feelers, who isn’t a little gay these days, right

Ronnie: go ed and pass on ive got a bigger dick than him and she will have

Ronnie: i dont dream 💔

Joe: shame she isn’t equally inspiring for you

Joe: or anyone, really

Ronnie: cry about it with him when youre done pimping

Joe: what do you dream about then, when you’re awake

Ronnie: what you cant read me

Joe: clearly not

Joe: dashed your modelling dreams

Ronnie: blind and not able to read braille must be dead hard for you

Joe: is that sympathy?

Joe: or you offering me 🖐 to 👩🏼‍🦲 time

Ronnie: again you wish

Ronnie: 💭💉

Ronnie: cant make it any easier to understand soz

Joe: maybe I do

Joe: far as 💭s go

Ronnie: fuck maybe you do or you dont

Joe: well it ain’t why I don’t want to get my arms out for her

Joe: not tried it

Joe: but not a no

Ronnie: give a shit what you do or dont want to do for or to her

Joe: that is a no, tah

Ronnie: tell her not me baby

Joe: that’s not a big sister duty?

Joe: gutted

Ronnie: wouldnt know im the middle kid dorothy does that for us

Joe: i’ll ask him when i’m crying on him then

Joe: make a change for me

Ronnie: hot

Ronnie: rack up the ious like a fat line hes gonna be made up

Joe: oi he’s like family ain’t he

Ronnie: &

Ronnie: you wanna fuck your mam

Ronnie: not oi ing you

Joe: well you get to think about me and him, you gave me her and you, not fair

Ronnie: life aint soft lad

Ronnie: and stopping at thinking about shit is the difference between me and you

Joe: I get it, you’ve gone there

Joe: purely here for the homophobia

Ronnie: your kinks match 💘

Ronnie: purely there so the lads dont kick off before hes got his kicks

Joe: see, you’ve got it in you 💘

Joe: the sisterly thing

Joe: my hate don’t get expressed by putting me in him though so I won’t run my mouth

Ronnie: not what ive got in me but im not giving you the talk just cause your ma didnt

Joe: you want a virgin to defile reckon Soph and her mates are prime, vampira

Ronnie: set it up with her ill show if i get no better offers

Joe: lucky girl

Joe: no more nights in doing doodles of cute girls that look like you

Ronnie: we dont look alike youll have to accept theyre of you

Joe: i fit less than you, by far

Ronnie: fuck off

Joe: sorry

Joe: it’s weird, say the least

Ronnie: i fit nowhere she made sure i dont

Joe: ditto

Joe: so buzzing i can write shit songs about it though

Ronnie: no

Ronnie: weve got fuck all in common

Joe: just the same mother

Joe: who put her shitty genetics and choices on us both at different times

Ronnie: i ain’t got a mother you cant cross out the un from wanted and act like its the same word

Joe: incubator then

Joe: she was 19 and still fucked, don’t think they had a five-year plan down

Joe: worse if she did, the state of

Ronnie: she made 1 choice for me shes still controlling you

Ronnie: were not the fucking same

Joe: you reckon

Ronnie: if you wanna claim it aint her fault youre this big of a pussy try it

Joe: you don’t think it’s my fault?

Joe: woah, just say you love me

Ronnie: i dont think about you when you aint trying to compare us

Joe: hot

Joe: I’ve thought about you plenty

Joe: uni ain’t that interesting

Ronnie: you came looking for me werent the other way round

Ronnie: you ain’t interesting to me mckenna

Joe: you reckon you’re fascinating, yeah?

Joe: fair enough

Ronnie: if your flatmate knows anyone doing doc film making they can wank over me lying in the gutter when youre done

Joe: nah

Joe: you don’t want control of your narrative

Ronnie: i dont want a narrative

Joe: then i’ll be the only wanker

Ronnie: in your dreams

Joe: well you painted such a lovely visual

Ronnie: black screen would get you going can stay in your own fucked head with no interference then like

Joe: Static is my kink

Joe: you know me so well

Ronnie: your fucking kink is not shutting the hell up til i do

Joe: i’m a gentleman

Joe: and i’m taking that review

Ronnie: youll get a lengthy one from my big brother when you are

Joe: you don’t have to settle for hearing it and getting your kicks second-hand

Joe: I’ll have to be somewhere to be unavailable for this life drawing class

Joe: let’s do something

Ronnie: what you paying me to babysit

Joe: you can ask my mammy or you can see what you can get

Ronnie: if i was gonna talk to her it wouldnt be about you

Joe: thank god

Joe: so take the risk

Ronnie: of what

Ronnie: boring me is asking too much of you

Joe: that’s surely a given

Joe: risk anything but

Ronnie: if I need rescuing again ill call you thats the only given Joe: you’re worse than her

Joe: christian grey or superman, like

Joe: gonna be BFFs yous, I can tell

Ronnie: you dont like being compared to cunts youre nothing like either funny that

Joe: touche

Joe: come on, what would convince you

Ronnie: if youre gonna beg then beg and if youre gonna show me something do it

Joe: I know you’d like to hear me beg but I can’t tell what you’d wanna see

Ronnie: then the answers nothing

Joe: nah

Joe: the answers you want to wait or you wanna be disappointed

Ronnie: why the fuck would I want either of those things

Joe: that’s what I’ll give you then

Joe: the opposite of that

Ronnie: thats meant to convince me yeah

Joe: nah, I am

Ronnie: like fuck will you

Joe: see, you want to be disappointed

Ronnie: ill be disappointed want has fuck all to do with it

Joe: if you don’t come and see

Ronnie: come where

Joe: see me

Joe: i’m new in town, I don’t know where to go

Joe: fuck sightseeing

Ronnie: [somewhere she’d hang out]

Ronnie: go there

Joe: now?

Ronnie: whenever you dont know where to go

Joe: okay

Joe: and I’ll see you there when you don’t

Ronnie: when im not fucking either of our flatmates

Joe: when you’re done being disappointed

Ronnie: when you prove yourself as not

Joe: you’ll see

Joe: I can’t show you over the phone

Ronnie: you could

Ronnie: im going nowhere on a bullshit promise cause im not a meff teenager

Joe: and I ain’t young enough to think that’s a good idea either

Joe: pictures not doing no favours

Joe: if you’re there and i’m there

Ronnie: big if

Joe: I never know where to be

Ronnie: newborn i heard you

Joe: something like that

Joe: if you can’t leave soph alone I’ll do my best begging 🥺

Ronnie: she cant leave you alone id be doing you a favour

Joe: true

Joe: wouldn’t wanna be caught doing that though

Ronnie: let you do the clean up after ive killed and ate her id be caught well fast for that instead

Joe: you’d get caught for being three times your size

Joe: she’s a big girl

Joe: you should share, be sworn to secrecy

Ronnie: doing her a favour i shouldve said

Ronnie: fuck all going for her

Joe: way to get in shape

Joe: she’ll appreciate us using her blood for something artsy on the walls

Ronnie: ill ask the basic white bitch i live with to give me a clue

Joe: 🍆 will be appropriate for her

Ronnie: 🐎

Joe: they might reckon she did it with her dying breath

Joe: very artist of her, dying how she lived

Ronnie: hurry the fuck up with your confession song if you want credit

Joe: you wanna hear me confessing so bad

Joe: but I might be able to hand that in so

Joe: hold on

Ronnie: it aint me whos a choir boy

Joe: ugh, I wish

Ronnie: cant chat shit about us having the same fantasies ive been touched by a old bloke wearing a dress and i dont rate it

Ronnie: standard surrounded by homos night out

Joe: yeah, and the nuns are never the hot kind

Joe: if they didn’t self-flagellate they’d be entirely uninteresting

Ronnie: 💔

Joe: yeah, it’s tragic being this bored/boring, say it ‘fore you have to bother

Ronnie: didnt invite you to no pity party and if thats where youre trying to get me to turn up to dont bother is right

Joe: you mean you don’t wanna talk about your feelings?

Joe: like you said, like being left alone with my own fucked up ones too much to try and start a therapy session

Ronnie: what fucking feelings dead above & below the waist like

Joe: dangerously close to sharing there

Joe: you got your 💉 already then?

Ronnie: wouldnt be this chatty if i had

Ronnie: unlucky you

Joe: I’m the one that wants to see you

Joe: so I’ll cope

Ronnie: cant even spell martyrdom proper so youve fucked yourself looking for a pat on the back off me by matching the definition up

Joe: i’ll just ring mum up yeah

Ronnie: your da if not but it wont have the same satisfying end for you like

Joe: 💔

Joe: validations the last thing i need

Joe: had a whole lifetime

Ronnie: you crawling back to me with a boner for the accent your mummys losing is the last thing i need

Ronnie: get on the scouse samaritans

Joe: don’t reckon that’s a job you’ll get any time soon either

Joe: ‘less the purpose is to make sure people go through with it

Ronnie: couldve fooled me if it aint what else is talking a sad cunts ear off about their problems gonna do

Joe: attention seekers anonymous

Ronnie: no need to meet you there i earned all them badges as a kid 🧷🩸

Joe: wouldn’t be caught 💀 obvs

Joe: keeping it secret adds another level of masochism anyway

Ronnie: does it fuck

Ronnie: keeps you feeling like a smug bitch you can still pass

Ronnie: miss me with that pussy shit

Joe: nah, that’s that i’m in control shit

Joe: it’s not that

Joe: the only thing you might be smug about is how oblivious everyone chooses to be

Joe: if it weren’t also depressing as fuck

Ronnie: dont give em the choice

Joe: why?

Ronnie: why the fuck would you want to

Joe: don’t need to be my mother’s next cause celebre

Joe: she can force the therapy and concern on any of the others, I don’t wanna get better or have to fake like I’ll even try

Ronnie: then dont

Ronnie: cut off your umbilical cord and wipe up the blood trail

Ronnie: not like she tries very hard to herd back the black sheep

Joe: maybe they know and don’t give a fuck 🤞

Joe: I know I ain’t going back so whatever

Ronnie: & you reckon weve got anything in common

Joe: just 50% of our DNA

Joe: never said we were twinsies

Ronnie: if youd have said id have spat in your face 1st time we met get it collected and the tests run

Joe: I wish

Joe: has your face healed

Ronnie: wheres the fun in letting it do that

Joe: 😏

Joe: we can pretend that’s inherited if you need

Ronnie: not 5 i dont play pretend

Joe: if you keep digging, reckon the ink will be gone and it’ll be pure scar tissue

Ronnie: calm the fuck down i can hear how turned on you are about it from here

Joe: spoilsport

Joe: just thinking, scar that only vaguely looks like 🍒s might be well more rugged for my transformation from baby to independent real boy

Ronnie: laughing cos i like pain not cause youre funny

Ronnie: when you see or hear it from wherever youre lurking

Joe: you don’t leave room for me to get the wrong idea, you’re alright

Joe: all them fucked ones are mine alone and already there

Ronnie: get your girlfriend to draw you a pin up & dont tell her youve changed the lass horse head to look like your mas

Ronnie: masc for masc in your bio before you know it and 🦋 tramp stamp to follow

Joe: you know my dad already has a tattoo that looks like her, no bullshit

Joe: and another dead girl on the other arm but that’s a whole other boring story

Joe: playing dress up is off the cards too if I’m ever gonna be a big boy

Ronnie: where do you keep his severed arm when youre not using it to fist yourself and how old were you when you cut it off

Ronnie: if we re telling stories

Joe: 😂

Joe: where we keep the horse

Joe: that en-suite is massive

Ronnie: if he finds out it was a paid gig ill know where to crash

Joe: still gutted she don’t wanna see you naked

Ronnie: youre a liar if you dont wanna see her face seeing me

Joe: don’t know if anyone could be bothered to look at her when you’re about but yeah

Joe: the trauma would really fuel me and make her much more bearable to live with

Ronnie: youre welcome like

Joe: gotta stop being nice to me

Joe: you know stalkers, give ‘em an inch

Ronnie: telling me what to do is the fastest way 🖕

Ronnie: and i know you dont have an inch to give me making the best of this shitshow is what an optimist like me has gotta do

Joe: obviously you’re that type

Joe: not having it in common will have you back 👍

Joe: you’re inspiring, like

Ronnie: chop off my arms and legs and get a camera set up in the en-suite

Joe: you’d fit in my cello case then, could take you everywhere

Ronnie: course youve had a measuring tape out

Joe: hate to kill your optimism with 🍆

Joe: have a go at pushing it back in

Ronnie: how longs your tongue reckon that could kill any girls optimism

Joe: 💔 if it was only good for chatting your ear off

Ronnie: [send him a picture of your weird gross split tongue because obviously]

Joe: [how does that not make you lisp, or does it, I always think that]

Joe: that’s why you’ve not had an invite

Joe: 🚫🐍

Ronnie: gutted

Joe: you know you can show up and do whatever you wanna do whenever

Joe: I’ll take you back

Ronnie: this performance art is meant to what just scare her or teach you how to get her to back the fuck off as well as

Ronnie: im not a fucking tour guide mckenna & you can get yourself evicted without my help

Joe: you know I meant to Dublin

Joe: don’t think it’d take much to scare Sophie off, give it a month for us to both get comfortable and she’ll see what I ain’t

Ronnie: fuck you

Joe: I said if you want

Ronnie: dont need your permission to do anything i want

Joe: don’t think any of ‘em are that lax with their socials

Joe: you’d need directions

Ronnie: ive had years to find em & we dont both hang about with horse girls from kent

Joe: can’t say it’s your loss

Ronnie: shut up about it then

Joe: 🤐

Ronnie: 🖕

Joe: got a whole fist here, you can keep it

Ronnie: sizeist

Joe: told her yours is massive like you said, it’s fine

Ronnie: i said bigger than his not a horse shes in for a disappointment

Joe: gotta 🤞 she’s an optimist like you babe

Ronnie: unlike you shes gonna wait to see what i do with it before telling me to shove it

Joe: you just wanna blueball me for the pain

Joe: go on, for your lols

Ronnie: she wont want me at all unless youre gonna watch

Joe: and you need a witness so I get time too

Joe: I’ll do it, torturous as it’d be

Ronnie: the iou is gonna torture me too

Joe: if you’re lucky

Ronnie: not the dna half we share 💔

Joe: damnit

Joe: what’s good about being Scouse?

Ronnie: now the beatles are dead youve got fuck all to live for

Ronnie: noted

Joe: only the good ones

Joe: I dunno, anything good about it never happened, left when I was a kid and we still lived in a shithole with shitheads

Ronnie: get in line she left me in a shithole with shitheads 1st

Joe: where were you

Joe: wonder how close it was

Ronnie: what the fuck does it matter

Joe: it makes her more/less shitty depending

Ronnie: it aint gonna change my opinion and I dont give a shit about yours

Joe: fair enough

Ronnie: get cosy with charlie hed take you down memory lane

Joe: not before he’s got it out for the art class tah

Ronnie: you didnt say when

Joe: [probably an evening class like tomorrow or the next day, then the same time a week later]

Ronnie: too fucking late the pen is in pieces

Joe: sure it isn’t the first time you’ve left him a note in blood

Ronnie: hes only gonna cry about it & take the shine off his modelling debut

Joe: awh

Joe: message him 🧓🏼

Ronnie: fuck off calling me old

Joe: 😏

Ronnie: ill write him a note blaming what a twat you are for what hes gonna walk in on

Joe: what mess have you made

Ronnie: havent killed myself yet

Joe: and you’ve not stopped talking so no OD’ing

Joe: possibilities are endless still

Ronnie: yeah

Joe: come out

Joe: we can get new ink to dig out

Joe: whatever

Ronnie: you gonna suck his dick this time

Joe: I’ll just pay the old-fashioned way

Ronnie: flashy cunt

Joe: what being a student is all about

Ronnie: and youre too special to poison your blood how the rest of em do

Joe: I’m not opposed but I can do it alone, I don’t need to go to a sweaty student bar that plays shit songs and has a load of sad Soph clones giving it 🥺

Ronnie: you can get another tattoo without me holding your hand

Joe: I could

Ronnie: go do it 🦋 baby

Joe: have mentioned its not about the tat, yeah?

Ronnie: nah not that ive heard

Joe: come on

Joe: i want to see you, i’ve said loads

Ronnie: youve said loads of shit yeah

Joe: shit i mean

Ronnie: why

Joe: why wouldn’t I

Ronnie: thats your answer then fuck it

Joe: you don’t need to ask ‘cos you know

Ronnie: i did ask and you said why the fuck not

Ronnie: like its nothing

Ronnie: like you didnt turn up uninvited into my life not long ago

Joe: then tell me to leave

Joe: like it’s that easy

Ronnie: i didnt tell you to fucking appear

Ronnie: just cause youre a kid dont make me the dead fish you won at the fair

Joe: I never had the choice

Joe: she told me about you, talked about you all the fucking time

Joe: you’ve always been in my life

Ronnie: and youve never been in mine

Ronnie: im not gonna carve out a place for you now cos you want it

Joe: Alright

Joe: do it then

Ronnie: dont tell me what to fucking do

Joe: I’m not going unless you say it

Ronnie: no shit this is fun for you

Joe: like fuck it is

Ronnie: im the car wreck youre craning your neck to keep looking at

Ronnie: thats all the fuck this is

Joe: lie better

Ronnie: you dont care about me or what this feels like

Joe: I can’t take it back, you know now

Ronnie: you dont wanna take it back

Joe: I can’t, what’s the point pretending

Joe: I never said I was a good person

Joe: being sorry won’t change anything for you

Ronnie: its all your christmases & birthdays im west as this course youre gonna keep on spinning me out

Joe: Piss off

Ronnie: lie better cunt

Joe: So you’re allowed pity parties, yeah?

Joe: 👌

Ronnie: calling you out on your bullshit is allowed if youre crying thats your problem

Joe: if all you want from me is for me to go away, consider it done

Joe: you can’t hack it, my apologies

Ronnie: tell me why if im so fucking wrong

Joe: I like you

Joe: I want you, to get to know you

Joe: I can’t just stop it, not for myself

Joe: So make me

Ronnie: stop telling me what to fucking do

Ronnie: fucks sake

Joe: you ain’t saying anything

Joe: what do you want

Ronnie: I dont want you to like me

Ronnie: fuck is that

Joe: yeah, it’s obvious you go to great lengths to be unlikeable

Joe: not going to tell no one am I

Ronnie: so hate me soft lad

Joe: I’ll give it a go

Ronnie: ill make you

Joe: give it a go then

Ronnie: where are you then

Joe: [give a location of somewhere near your flat ‘cos don’t need to actually set you on the flatmate rn and that’s likely where you were]

Ronnie: [obviously we’re just gonna show up however long that takes us without another word like !?]

Joe: [just so much eye contact ‘cos what you gonna say what you gonna do]

Ronnie: [definitely gonna take him somewhere sketchy as hell to the level that like Charlie doesn’t know we still go there/we’d never take him ever like you wanna get to know me okay bitch buckle up]

Joe: [can’t let you hook up or shoot up yet ‘cos chronological but go along with this obvs]

Ronnie: [it would make sense if you made out/almost hooked up though because the vibe for the next convo was very much oh fuck what are you doing here we didn’t mean to run each other like this but also v flirty]

Joe: [agreed, and allowed, it’s the obvious vibe but any untold drama can happen to stop you in whatever dodgy place so makes sense]

Ronnie: [literally and just because you can’t shoot up together yet does not mean either of you have to be in any way sober so]

Joe: [hundo, we’re not saying he’s never done a drug lol, he clearly abuses his prescription as is so like, there’s plenty to be done without going there]

Ronnie: [and if we wanted to we could say that you watch her do it here and now before you do it together anyway because you’d both get a weird kick out of that]

Joe: [tea, bet you did not see this coming for your uni experience lmao]

Ronnie: [meanwhile she’s old enough to have left, do you wanna grow up babe? No? okay]

Joe: [the way you’re rolling with this, we know you’re fucked boy but pop off]

Ronnie: [I can’t overstate how much she’d be doing the absolute most to try and scare him away like I dare you to go back on what you said]

Joe: [we know you’re not gonna, soz babe, is very rude how he’s just waltzed in but truly did not say we were a good person lol]

Ronnie: [we know she’s not either and also is here for it more than she will ever express until we’re literally years into this]

Joe: [hi your mother’s daughter, but no, you actually have a reason this is messed up but we’re into it from the off and not pretending, risky af strategy boy]

Ronnie: [is there anything we wanna say happens that has lasting-ish consequences other than the make out/ almost hook up ie a tattoo or a fight with injury potential or an arrest lol]

Joe: [hmm, the possibilities, maybe a fight to show you can, could be about anything, it’s that sort of place]

Ronnie: [that is such a mood I love it and yeah could literally be you’re a new face or could be her fault because of the aforementioned doing the most]

Joe: [totally, and that’ll be an easy way to separate you and not meet until the next convo]

Ronnie: [exactly dr phil]

[wintersxsoul]

The Night We Danced

Summary: Two dorks in love that have to wait to get drunk to confess their feelings.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Maybe some language, drunk people and I think mentions of sex?? 

A/N: This is my entry for my dearest @writingsoftheloser 1k historical writing challenge! I got the Victorian Era, so I came up with this longass nonsense. I hope you enjoy and as always, feedback and reblogs are free and make me really happy and motivated <3

  Bucky Barnes was a dancer.

He sometimes had flashes of his old life in the late 30’s and 40’s, long summer nights dancing with beautiful dames, little Stevie by his side laughing and stepping in the ladies’ shoes. Everything was much more simpler, happier, but war happened and the dances turned into battles, the warm hands that he was used to hold became rifles and glocks. The jazzy tunes turned into gunfire, dates turned into risky missions and the thought of a long happy life turned into dust when he fell off that train.

Bucky Barnes stopped being a dancer to be a soldier, a spy, a deadly assassin.

They had taken all he was away, all his memories, his hopes and dreams. Everything was wiped but not his motor skills or knowledge. They turned him into the most efficient soldier, cold and calculating, his only motive in life was completing his missions. He had killed mercilessly, not questioning even once who was in front of the gun, he just knew he had to pull the trigger.

Everything changed the moment Steve Rogers, his best friend since childhood, found him 70 years after being used and tortured. Steve saved him from the claws of Hydra and gave him the opportunity to gain back his own self, to finally give his life meaning again.

His life changed drastically when he joined the Avengers, he could use his unrequired skills to help people, to save lives. He had his closest friends, Steve of course, Sam, Nat and then he met you. Once he was able to recover almost all his memories, he had a long heartfelt conversation with Natasha since she had suffered in similar ways. The brainwashing, the body killing training, the horrors of the Cold War and the cruelty of the Red Room.

You and Nat were inseparable, both becoming SHIELD agents the same year. You were a freelance hitwoman, both of your missions were to kill the same target. But before you could kill each other, SHIELD stepped in and rescued both of you, seeing your potential and the ability to do the missions other agents weren’t able to. When Bucky first came to the compound, you were away because your last mission went badly and it almost killed you, so Fury and Steve decided it was better for you to lay low for a while. Months went by and Bucky’s curiosity only grew, he really wanted to meet you, since everyone talked about you like you were an angel. When the time came to finally meet you, everything he ever heard about you was not nearly accurate to him. You were as much of a mystery as Nat, but unlike her, you opened up to him fastly, trusting him blindly. You both held each other on your worst nights and were also there for the other when you needed a good laugh.

You could have never imagined that the infamous Winter Soldier could be such an absolute dork with such a pure heart and soul. At first he was a bit sulky and moody, he was like a ghost around the compound, but months of therapy and help from his friends turned him into the man he was today, the man you loved deeply, even though you lied to yourself trying to make it seem like a platonic feeling. For years you remained as best friends, until the masquerade ball Tony organized for Natasha’s birthday.

“So, what are your plans for the party?” You asked Bucky nonchalantly while you looked for costume designers online. He looked up from his book and shrugged, he really didn’t know what you meant but he knew you would elaborate. You closed your laptop and placed it on your nightstand, all your attention on your friend now. You laid across the bed, resting your head on his lap. You were staring at the ceiling so you totally missed Bucky’s adoring gaze.

“Well, apart from getting hammered with Thor’s Asgardian alcohol, I don’t really know.” You rolled your eyes internally at his comment. You laid on your stomach so you could face him, your chin resting on your hands on top of his chest.

“Obviously you are doing that, but it’s not what I meant.” Bucky chuckled and you rolled your eyes. You weren’t sure about asking him to be your partner, maybe he was planning on going with someone else, maybe he wanted to go on his own. You cleared your throat while reaching out to fiddle with the laces of his hoodie nervously.

“Are you going with someone?” He frowned, realizing that you didn’t assume (like he did) that you were going together. Maybe you were planning to go with a date? He knew it had been more than a year since you had dated someone so maybe you wanted to use the party as an excuse to do so?

“What you mean with someone? I d-”

“You should ask Sarah from Forensics, I’ve heard she has a huge crush on you. She’s sooo soft and pretty. I have her number if you wa-”

“Okay, Y/n stop right there. I am not going with Sarah or with anyone else but you.” His eyes widened at his own boldness but he quickly found a logical explanation.

“I mean, we always go together to this kind of shitty parties we both dread. But if you are going with someone else is fine.”

“Yeah, yeah I just thought that maybe you wanted to go with an actual date and not your best friend.” He tousled your hair and you whined jokingly. He mumbled “dork” and you stuck your tongue out.

“My best friend is pretty cool and when she gets drunk the party starts, so I am not missing that for Sarah from Forensics.”

“Oh god James, and I am the dork? You absolute dumbass.” You shook your head in amusement and sat on the bed, putting your disheveled hair in a low ponytail. You slapped him lightly on the right shoulder and got down of the bed, gathering your stuff.

“I can’t stand to see that beautiful stupid face right now, I have to look for a fucking dress. You better wear something in dark red cause, you know it-”

“it’s my color” he mocked you using a high pitched tone of voice and laughed at the face of disgust you jokingly pulled off.

“Fuck you.”

“Why don’t you f-” His sentence was cut off by the bang of his door closing but you already knew what he said. You rolled your eyes and made your way to Nat’s room since you needed to organize shopping days and all that stuff.

-

Bucky Barnes was a dancer and fortunately he still had some moves, but waltzing was out of his league. He knew what a masquerade was of course, so the fact that he had to learn how to dance a completely different style was...frightening to say the least. He talked about it with Steve so they both were headed now to a masterclass while their dates were out shopping. Nat had asked Steve as her date because she wanted to go with his best friend. Their friendship was the most platonic you’ve ever seen and watching them flirt and banter was the highlight of your days. Nat was a fantastic dancer of course, she used to be a fucking ballerina, so she offered to teach you some moves. She was the only one who actually knew your feelings towards Bucky because you had confessed them one night you had drank your weight in vodka and when you saw Bucky’s text asking you to please be careful, you laughed and told her. You didn’t remember that conversation and when Natasha tried to ask you, she realized she shouldn’t bring up the topic until you were ready to believe it yourself.

“Ooof Nat, should I really buy this expensive dress?” You asked her while checking yourself out in the mirror. The dress was absolutely stunning, made of a dark red taffeta or a similar material, short sleeved and a beautiful v-neck, not very revealing but enough to make your babies pop. The bodice hugged your curves and the skirt was puffy.

“Listen, Stark is paying for everything, that includes our dresses. So yes, you are going to buy it.” She stood up and lead you back to the changing room so she could purchase both of your dresses.

Steve sighed heavily at Bucky’s complaints. They’d been dancing for four hours straight and they weren’t getting any better, or at least that’s what they thought. Bucky really couldn’t believe he had been dragged into this mess just because he loved getting drunk with you under any circumstances.

“Come on Buck, don’t worry. You two will probably be too drunk to even stand, why bother so much in learning this shit?” Bucky rolled his eyes and nudged his friend on the shoulder.

“Listen pal, I wanna do this right. You know how much I love dancing so this is just an excuse to learn something new.” He could almost believe his own lie, but Steve knew better. He knew Bucky better than himself, so he obviously knew the unspoken thing that was going on between two of his best friends.

“Okay buddy, whatever you say. I just hope Y/n appreciates all this instead of laughing at you like Sam and Nat are probably going to do.” He muttered something to himself and left the room without saying a word.

“Fucking idiots, I hope they fuck soon.” Steve said to himself before turning around and smiling at the dance teacher.

“Let’s do this Janet, I have a very dangerous woman to impress tonight.”

-

“I really, really, really, really regret the day I gave you access to come into my room whenever you want to.” You told Bucky, who was laying on your bed on his stomach, his face buried in the pillows. You slumped next to him and buried your face in the pillows as well. You really thought you looked like idiots but you couldn’t care less.

“Can we stay here? We can watch one of those victorian romantic movies you love and get wasted on our own.”

“You know I would love to, but Nat would kill us. Besides, you hate those movies.”

“I was just trying to persuade you Barnes, you don’t need to be so rude.” You stood up and opened your first drawer, pulling out the two masks you had bought throwing Bucky’s to his head and he responded with a fake “ouch”. He sat on the bed and looked at you amused, the small mask in his hands.

“And you have the nerve to call me rude. I already have my mask and I won’t show it to you until tonight.”

“Wow, sorry for thinking about you and your shitty memory, old man.”

“You know what Y/n? I’ll see you tonight before I throw myself out of that balcony.” You giggled at his fake tantrum. You really loved your friendship with Bucky, because even though you were always joking around each other, you had your backs. He was always there and so were you.

“You want me to walk you to your room?” He frowned at you but his eyes widened when he realized what you were about to say, but you said it before he could cut you off. “In case you don’t remember where your room is at.”

“That was one time Y/n, please let it go.”

“Never.” And with that said, he left. You giggled remembering the first night you two got drunk together. It was the first time Bucky had tried Thor’s alcohol so he was excited to finally get drunk after all those decades. He drank by himself almost three flasks and encouraged you to drink a bottle of vodka on your own, so at 6 am, you were stumbling through your room floor because Bucky had forgotten where his own room was, so he wanted to sleep at yours.

You took a last look at yourself in your mirror and placed the mask in its place. It was a shame that Bucky had decided not to wear the mask you’d bought for him, but his taste was pretty great so you knew it was going to be amazing.

When you reached the party the place was already full of people. Everyone was dancing to the slow melodies or drinking at the bar. You noticed that Tony had removed all the furniture from the room so it looked like a grand dance hall, the usual modern lamps he owned were replaced by huge golden crystal chandeliers, the windows were covered by thick curtains that looked like the ones European palaces had. The cream and golden tones of all the decoration gave a really regal look to the party, the soft glow of the candles in the bar and the sound of champagne glasses relaxed your senses.

You fixed your long silk gloves and sighed, moving through the crowd towards the bar, where Nat stood chatting with who you assumed it was Steve, Sam was behind the counter pouring alcohol to his half empty glass.

“You mind filling this lady’s glass?” Sam smirked and you winked at him. He raised his eyebrow under his cream and red mask and he took out a tall glass.

“What would the lady like to drink?” He rested both of his palms in the counter, looking at you with an amused look in his eyes.

“Vodka on the rocks, s'il vous plait.” You heard Nat choke on her drink and Steve turned to look at you while Sam just poured your drink, a smile playing on his lips.

“Aren’t we starting a bit early, Y/n? Your date is not even here.” You shrugged at Sam’s comment and took the glass when he handed it.

“Since you all seemed so surprised with my drinking choices, I’m going. I need an unjudging friend right now.” You waved your hand gracefully and moved towards the centre, trying to find Bucky. After five minutes and an empty glass, you saw his bulking figure talking to some woman. You needed a moment to gather your thoughts because he looked absolutely sinful with the outfit he was wearing. The black pants marked all his muscles, specially his thighs, those fucking thighs that drove you insane and his ass...you shook your head trying to stop your mind. You needed another drink.

“Wow look who’s back and empty handed!” Steve said to the small group. You nudged him in the ribs and asked Sam for another glass of alcohol.

“Why are you this flustered Y/n?” Nat asked you when she noticed your flushed cheeks. You fixed your mask trying to hide your nervousness and failing miserably.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your three friends shared a knowing look and you rolled your eyes, finishing your drink in two sips and encouraged by the burning liquid, you went to where Bucky was. You could now see his whole outfit perfectly and your heart swelled. He was wearing a black ruffled shirt with a black and dark red embroidered vest and a black tail coat. His face was covered by a simple half Venetian mask, decorated with the same colors as the outfit’s. He was chatting with some agent you couldn’t recognize and you felt a pang of jealousy at how he was looking at her, smiling and touching her. At that moment you realized the alcohol was kicking in and that’s why you were having those stupid thoughts. You approached your friend and placed your gloved hand to his shoulder, indicating him that you were besides him and waiting for him to pay attention to you. You catched a part of the conversation and they were talking about one of the last missions the undercover agents did, so after a court nod from Bucky and a brief goodbye from her, his eyes were on you.

“Well, look at you!” He smiled at you warmly and you felt something flip inside you. “How did you recognize me?”

“Oh boy, you can mask that face all you want but you can’t mask those thighs.” You smirked and he started laughing at your comment, making you feel proud of your wittiness.

“How drunk are you already?” You brought your hand up between your bodies and pressed your thumb and index together whispering “a little” so only he could hear it.

“Lucky for you, I drank almost a flask, so that makes us dangerous already. Wanna dance?” He extended his hand and you took it accepting his invitation. You suddenly felt really nervous since it was the first time you were going to slow dance with him but unbeknown to you, Bucky Barnes felt sick due to his nerves. He wanted this to work, he wanted to show you and the world that he was still capable of being a soft person, not this cold calculative soldier with a dark past.

The feeling of his hand on your waist and your other hands intertwined was intoxicating you, your bodies pressed together, the only thing between you two were your clothes. You spinned around the room for what felt like eternity, time for you had stopped and everyone had disappeared.

You burst the small bubble you were both in saying you needed a drink, Bucky stopped swaying you and with your hands still intertwined, went to the empty bar.

“I’ve always loved the Victorian Era, you know?” He said while giving you a glass full of vodka, and took a sip of his flask. “The clothes, the courting, the chivalry and all that fuss.” He smiled sadly at you thinking that you wouldn’t notice.

“If you could, would you go back in time and stay?”

He took another sip, now longer, and shook his head. “Of course not, you wouldn’t be there.” He blurted out without thinking and you just giggled at the comment.

“Oh Barnes, don’t be so dramatic. I’m sure you would make good friends there as well.” You gave him a sincere smile and he shook his head again, taking another sip of the flask, this time a long one. You looked down at your glass and twirled the straw, looking at how the ice cubes collided with each other.

“I love you.” You jerked your head up and maybe it was the alcohol clouding your mind or the denial of your own feelings, but you didn’t notice his intense gaze, filled with love and adoration.

“And I love you too, you idiot. As my best friend, you should know that already.” You placed your lips around the straw and finished the whole drink, Bucky still looking at you shocked that you rejected his feelings without you noticing.

“No, Y/n, what I mean is that I’m-”

“You are what, Barnes?” Nat cut Bucky off and you threw yourself into her arms, kissing her face and wishing her a happy birthday. “I missed you, Nat. Where were you?” You started talking to her totally ignoring your friend, who got that as his cue to leave the party. He would never blame you for not feeling the same or not even noticing his feelings, that was totally on him, but he didn’t feel well enough to stay in the party. He knew you wanted him there, to get drunk together and then both of you ending up throwing up in the sink and the toilet, but tonight he needed to breathe, he needed to get out of the crowd.

“Hey, where is going Bucky?” Asked Steve while he approached Nat and you. You frowned and looked at the entrance, catching a glimpse of Bucky’s broad shoulders and hair leaving the party. “I’ll be back in a sec.” You said and stumbled down the bar stool, heading towards the entrance half running.

“We both know they are not coming back, right?” Steve said to Nat, a strong nod and a sigh answered his comment.

You ran as fast as your drunken state let you but before you could notice you slipped with the dress and fell.

“FUCK” You screamed to the empty hall and took off your heels and gloves, standing up trying not to fall again on your ass. Bucky was nowhere to be seen so you headed to his room, your head spinning due to the alcohol.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky startled you, making you lose balance but he caught you before you could fall again.

“I was just checking that you got to your room safely, since you know, you get lost and all that.” You laughed at his fake hurt expression and straightened your clothes. You noticed that he had taken off his mask and that you were still wearing yours. “Why did you leave?”

“I’m feeling a bit sick, I think I drank too mu-”

“James, if you don’t tell me what the fuck is wrong I’ll torture you until you do. The drinking excuse is the worst you could’ve used with me.”

Bucky sighed defeated, he knew he had to get it off his chest, after three years carrying this on his own, he needed to let the words out, he needed you to know. He reached for the laces of your mask and took it off, placing a strand of hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek.

“I love you, Y/n.” You rolled your eyes in fake annoyance just to mess up with him.

“Baby, we already established that I lov-”

“Y/n, you are not listening. I am in love with you. I want to be your best friend, your lover, your partner in crime and your drunk buddy.”

You stared at him wide eyed, not knowing what to answer or to do. He caressed your cheek with his thumb and you gasped at the feeling, making Bucky think that you were rejecting the act. You stopped him from moving his hand and he leaned in, his lips brushing yours lightly.

“Either you kiss me or I faint, so make a m-” And just like that, his lips crashed against yours with a passion and hunger you’ve never felt in your entire life. He pressed you against the door, the stupid huge dress stopping you from feeling anything. Your brain finally woke up and you realized what was going on. Bucky Barnes loved you, he was in love with you. And you were in love with him. You pulled away and stopped him, making him step backwards scared that he did something you didn’t want to.

“You love me?” You really asked him, thinking that maybe your brain was betraying you. He nodded and looked away, not wanting to see the rejection in your eyes.

“Hey coward, look at me.” You held his chin and forced him to look at you. “I love you too, always have. I was just too damn scared to admit it to even myself.” He smiled and kissed you again, this time slower, pouring every ounce of love he had for you in the kiss.

“What now?” He asked you once he pulled away to breathe. He had his hand on the back of your neck, caressing your skin with his thumb.

“As much as I’d love you to fuck me against every surface on that room, I am drunk and tired and I need to process everything.” He nodded and waited for you to come up with what you wanted to do next. “So you are going to take this dress off me carefully cause I can’t do it on my own and it’s expensive as fuck, you are going to give me one for your shirts and we are sleeping, together.” He nodded again and smiled, leaning in again to give your lips a small peck.

“Consider it done, asshole.”

[angrylizardjacket]

when i said it i thought it was true [3] {Ben Hardy}

A/N: 2973 words. Fake Dating AU.

[part 1] [part 2]

Roger Taylor has barely spoken two words to you since the start of filming, and it’s caused you so much anxiety. Were you disappointing? Did you not look or act accurate enough? Sometimes you catch him watching you when you’re with Ben, the two of you in costume, and he just looks... pensive. 

Brian’s nice enough, soft spoken and always kind when he speaks to you, actually mentions that seeing you and Ben together makes him a bit nostalgic, and you’re not quite sure what to make of it. 

The day you see the real Amanda, the woman you’re playing, you feel like you’re about to pass out. It’s as if you’ve got a direct look into your future, she could be your mother, though her hair’s just a little lighter than yours, hence the wigs they keep putting you in. She’s incredibly beautiful for her age, but that’s not the most striking thing about her. She cries the first time she sees Rami in costume, and she doesn’t speak to Roger. 

The moment she meets you, she has to take almost a full minute, hand covering her mouth as she looks you over. It’s like a test, and all you can do is stand there awkwardly in full costume, watching as she tears up a little.

“What do you think?” Brian asks with a proud smile, and she lets out an incredulous laugh. “It’s a little uncanny, isn’t it?” Nodding, she approaches you, smiling brightly and greeting you warmly. 

“Feels like I’ve gone back in time.” She’s surprisingly soft spoken, and she tugs at your collar, straightening it, before she rests her hands on your shoulders. “I’m flattered they’ve got you playing me, dear.” She tells you, and you think you might cry.

She only stays on set for about a week, the week you’re filming on the Garden Lodge set. The two of you are talking before filming starts for the day, you’re trying to glean any information you can that would help bring depth to your character, and Ben joins you. It’s the first time she’s seen him in full costume, and when he presses a kiss to your temple in greeting, her voice dies in her throat. Ben looks confused, concerned as she has to excuse herself.

It keeps happening, something about seeing the two of you in costume, together and sweet, it’s something she can’t stomach. She can talk to Ben normally, even when in costume, but the moment you arrive, and he smiles at you like he does, she feels her heart in her throat.

“I loved Roger, perhaps to my detriment.” She admits, taking a long sip of wine. She’d invited you out to dinner with her before she has to fly back to her family. “And I know what they’re saying in the movie, but he never really loved me.”

When you go to Ben with this information, he’s quiet, before he admits that Roger told him that when they were younger, their relationship was far from the sanitised version that was being presented in the film. 

They’d been together for years, and there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that she loved him, and he took her for granted, always assumed she’d be there when he got back from trips and tours, he’d even proposed to her, and yet he’d do any pretty young girl while he was away because he knew he could get away with it. He’d cheated on her, and lied to her, and strung her along because it was easier than letting go. 

Roger Taylor can’t bring himself to speak to you; you’re the spitting image of his biggest fault. Perhaps the way they’ve got it in the movie is his attempt at an apology, not that she’d accept. 

Something about your relationship with Ben changes after that. It doesn’t feel like a performance, the way it used to, it feels more grounded. Neither of you are sure how to deal with the new information, but when the cast go out for dinner together, he’s got a hand on your knee under the table, and when you’re hanging out in his trailer between scenes, you let yourself fall asleep against him where you’re watching Netflix. The two of you go out with some of the others for the night, and he kisses you as you’re leaving the club together, his hands holding your face so softly, the kiss so surprisingly tender that you don’t even hear the click of the paparazzi’s camera from where they’re hiding around the corner of the building, and when you see the kiss on instagram the next day, you don’t think you care.

“Have you seen my nice, black blouse?” You called, elbow deep in a pile of clean washing on a Saturday morning.

“Which one?” Ben calls back from the shower, and you frown at the clothes before you; you really had meant to fold them sooner.

“The nice nice one, the one I wear for callbacks, you know the one I’m talking about.” And you move to rifle through the closet again, glaring at each piece of clothing as you flip past it.

“You sure it’s here?” The shower shuts off while you’re eyeing off a perfectly fine cream shirt that could serve as a decent replacement if you came to it. “Are you sure it’s not at your place?” He asks, stepping out of his adjoining bathroom wearing only a towel.

“No, I’m pretty sure I came back here after my last callback.” You mused, and you could hear him getting changed behind you as you tried to recall the last time you’d found yourself in the shirt in question.

“This would be easier if you just lived here.” He muses, letting the statement hang in the air. After a beat, you turn to look at him, brow creased as you considered his words. “If you want to, you can.” He offered, standing there in just a pair of jeans, his hair still damp. It might be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“Are you serious?” Voice quietly hopeful, your expression brightens as he nods, grinning. Blouse forgotten, you cross the room in a few paces, throwing your arms around him. “Really really?”

“‘course I am.” He doesn’t tell you he loves you, but it’s there in the tone, in the way he kisses you, and it’s there when he spends the next twenty minutes helping you look for your shirt, though when you admit you don’t need it for a few days, he suggests breaking in the bed to fill the time.

“It’s the same bed.” You laugh as he flops back on it, coaxing you over.

“Yeah, but it’s ours.”

The wrap party for Bohemian Rhapsody is... a lot. It’s a bit overwhelming; you’re by Ben’s side and everyone wants to talk to him, congratulate him, and they want to talk to you, tell you how beautiful you look. Everyone is everywhere at all times, and the only constant is Ben. 

His arm is around your waist when the two of you are standing by the bar, he’s chatting to someone who’s name you’ve forgotten, though you’re pretty sure he’s the second assistant director or something, and you’re trying to communicate to the bartender what you want over the music, leaning over the bar. The moment the bartender finally nods in recognition and scurries off to get your drink, Ben turns, sees your eyes shining bright in the light of bar, and he forgets what he’s saying, just for a moment. The guy he’s talking to leaves, pulled away by someone in the crowd, and you turn, smiling brightly, confusion creasing your brow when you see Ben watching you.

“What?” The bar is in a terrible location, far too close to the band they’ve got set up, but Ben can read your lips well enough in the bar’s fluorescent lights. He shrugs, doesn’t even attempt to answer as the band, not ten feet away, blast their way through a guitar solo. They’re mostly playing classic rock, a few Queen songs here and there of course, and they’re not bad, they’re just loud. 

With your drink in one hand, you take his without thinking, weaving through the crowd, his fingers linked with yours. When you find the door to the courtyard, which is significantly quieter, you feel like you can breathe again. The air outside is cool, and you drop Ben’s hand now that you’re not likely to lose him in the crowd, and the two of you find seats to the side by a tall table. 

“You don’t have to stay with me all night.” You tell him, resting your head on your arms, watching as he lights up a cigarette. It was a filthy habit, but damn if it didn’t make him look a hot. Hotter. 

“I know that, dude,” he pauses, taking a draft and looking, watching all the people talking and laughing and bopping along to the music, “I like your company.” He says it easily but it still has you grinning, and when he catches sight, he grins in return.

He doesn’t leave your side. Not for the rest of the night. 

Photographs are being take all night, and when you look back on them, you see you and Ben sitting side by side, his arm around you as you lean into him, laughing, and he grins at something off camera. You see the cast together for a group shot, all smiling brightly, most a little tipsy, and you’re holding Ben’s hand, your linked fingers just visible in a gap between Allen and Lucy. You see the two of you in the background of a shot of Rami looking absolutely ecstatic; you’re fixing Ben’s hair, and he’s giving you such a soft, endeared look that you hadn’t noticed at the time. If you crop it enough to make it your phone background, you don’t feel the need to call attention to it; for reasons you can’t quite articulate, it makes your heart warm.

It’s strange, and the thing that terrifies you is that it doesn’t feel like acting. It’s that grey area you keep finding yourself in, where it feels so familiar, and it’s like swimming upstream to remember that it’s all fake. 

The two of you don’t even share a kiss, not even when you’re both tipsy, not even when you lean in to murmur something in his ear, and his answer brings his lips inches from yours. You want to kiss him, to forget that it’s all fake, but he sees you hesitate, and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. Lips twisting in to a sad smile, you look out at the crowd of coworkers around you, dancing where the band had been replaced with a DJ, and you take another sip of your drink.

You’ve passed tipsy and dived straight into being drunk by the time you’re ready to head home, or well, back to your hotel room, but that required a taxi. Ben’s not much better off, and when you tug him into the back seat with you, he doesn’t argue. He’s the one who tells the driver the hotel they’ve got you all set up in, and you just lean against him, eyes fluttering closed, contentment filling you as he wraps his arm around you. 

“I don’t have any makeup wipes!” You gasp into the silence of the hotel elevator. It feels like the most natural thing in the world to head to his room, your arm tucked into his to keep you from swaying in place in the elevator. It might also be that Ben refused to let you be by yourself after you almost face planted getting out of the taxi.

“I’ve got some in case of emergencies.” He assured, fidgeting with his key card before the elevator comes to a stop.

“See, this is why I love you.” The words come so easily that neither of even catch at first as you make your way down the hall. Ben slows once your words have sunk in, and you both realise what you’d said. “I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry.” Voice quiet, there’s a sudden sinking sensation in your chest that dampens the whole night for you, but he doesn’t say anything, just opens the door and starts rummaging through his suitcase for the wipes once he’s inside. Once he tosses them to you, he follows it quickly with an oversized shirt to sleep in. 

There’s a solid five minute argument about who would sleep on the sofa, both of you trying to give the other one the bed. It takes you yanking a pillow from the bed, laying on the sofa and refusing to move for Ben to concede defeat. The sofa, however, is the single most uncomfortable piece of furniture you’ve ever had the misfortune of trying to sleep on. Sucking up your pride, you clutch the pillow to your chest as you make your way to the edge of the bed. He’s turned away from you, engrossed in his phone.

“Ben?” You ask, and he looks over his shoulder at you, eyebrows raised in question. “The sofa is really uncomfy.” You pouted. With a grin, he shifted, making room for you.

“Holy shit.” Ben looks like he’s just seen a ghost. The two of you are in a nice restaurant in the city, it’s not five stars or anything like that, actually it happened to be your favourite little hole-in-the-wall restaurant with surprisingly good food and excellent service, and you were treating yourselves to a night out before Ben had to step outside to take a call. You didn’t begrudge him, that’s just how life was for the two of you. “Holy shit.” He repeated, and you looked up from your meal with raised eyebrows. 

“What’s up?” You ask, and to see the smile spreading slowly over his face has your heart warming. When he meets your eyes, he’s beaming.

“I think I’m going to be in X-Men.” He said quietly, and your fork fell from your hand, clattering against your plate.

“Holy shit.” You echoed, and he laughed a little, taking your hand when you offered it to him, squeezing gently. 

The stars seem to shine a little brighter as Ben beams up at them, your hand in his as the two of you walk home. Sure, there’s paperwork, nondisclosure agreements, rehearsals, and a few months until filming actually begins, but Ben’s landed a role in a high-budget action movie, and you’ve never been prouder. 

He spends the next few weeks in countless meetings, almost constantly in and out of phone calls with his manager and various producers, and when he’s not filming with Eastenders, he was usually training. He’s barely home, though neither of you are home a lot, you’re busy with your own projects, but when you see each other, he’s elated. You haven’t seen him this excited or motivated about a project before. 

Sometimes you miss him. Of course you miss him, you love him after all, he’s your boyfriend and your housemate, and you tell him all of this over dinner and he looks like he wants to say something, like he wants to freeze this moment in time forever, to bottle it up if he could.  You’re so proud, and you love him so much, and it’s the most beautiful thing in the world to watch those two parts of you coming together over a microwave dinner.

In the weeks leading up to filming, things change, and you feel like you never see him anymore. It’s not like before, then you were just busy, now he’s all over the country, in meetings and fittings and workshops. He calls, but your bed is so empty and sometimes you just want to come home to him and he’s not there, and he won’t be home until the end of the week. Things are still good and bright when you see each other - he’s always eager to make up for lost time - and you never once doubt how much he cares about you, but you feel... out of sync. 

The two of you had fallen asleep not facing each other, but you wake with his arm draped across you, and it feels so familiar, so right, that it stings when you actually come to and realise where you are. 

It’s been years since you’d woken up next to him, and you’d forgotten how pretty he is in his sleep. Part of you thinks that’s a good thing, that if you start to remember now you might keep dwelling. Another part of you urges you to go back to sleep; pretend or not, you should savour this moment you’ve missed so dearly. That’s the part that wins.

You expect when you wake again, for him to already be up and moving, as far away from you as possible, but instead you hear a sleep-rough greeting in your ear, and feel his chest firm against your back, his arm still around you where you’ve tucked yourself against him.

It’s not pretend, it feels like history repeating itself, and so you let yourself forget it’s fake for the moment, lean into him just a little and give a sleepy greeting back. Your heart already aches knowing how lonely you’ll feel once either of you move.

“I forgot how nice you smell.” He murmured, and that’s when you feel your heart already beginning to break. Instead of letting yourself crumble, your link your fingers with his hand where it’s slung over your waist.

“I forgot how warm you are; you’re like a furnace.” And you hear him laugh at that as he leans into you too, and let yourself bask in the moment.

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NCT dream react to a duet with idol! s/o.

requested~

Mark When you were both announced to be performing together for a duet stage, Mark didnt expect so much love from the community sigh, in a perfect world idols can date. He was honestly quite surprised, but also very very happy that he finally got to share the stage with the one he loves. It was going to be a part of an award show, and you were set to perform a dance /rap duo, and from the practices; you could already tell it would get a reaction. The choreographer took it into mind that you both were in a relationship, thus why , about 30 seconds of the song, was when mark wasnt holding you close. But who were you to complain? the rest of the dance was awesome, and full of power. You, who had debuted in a girl group, didnt usually get to show this kind of visual, the debut song for your group something alot more light hearted, the dances simple and effective. SM was a smart company, and they praised you and Mark for telling them straight away when you got into a relationship, and they chose to support you both. It was like a dream come true. You both stood on the darkened stage, and the announcers voice begins; “and now, we have a duo of perfect harmony on and off stage, from SM entertainment; NCT’s Mark Lee and y/g/n’s y/n! performing a duet of dance and rap, now, lets enjoy this young love!” The crowd went nuts, not even an exaggeration, they LOVED you two, and Mark was so proud that you were there with him. As you danced with him on the stage, he couldnt help but to get lost, as he did usually, both of you dancing for yourselves and not the millions of fans. As the lights went back to dark, leaving you both breathlessly running off the stage, the audiences applause was loud enough to be heard from backstage, it continued for minutes, making you both smile. “good job baby, we need to do this more often.” “i agree” overall hed probably end up more whipped for you because you’re amazing.

Renjun Your New group’s debut was met with many criticisms, but with double the amount of praise. You were a member of your group that could speak chinese, thanks to your family moving over to China when you were young, you learnt the language and attended a school there, as well as a dance club, conveniently where you met Renjun. When SM said that they were sending a Duo to china to promote , you didnt expect for them to literally choose you and your boyfriend. Renjun was over the moon, he knew that he wanted to perform with you more than anything, and this way he could also prove that you were his. You were set to head over together, both of you taking a plane, and then heading to the venue. Renjun was beside you the entire time. At first, you were a little rusty switching back into fluent Chinese, but Renjun was there to help, and soon it felt as though you were back at school again. You both worked in perfect harmony, capturing the hearts of the audience as you talked before dancing, talking about how you met and how you were both very scared to travel to Korea for this opportunity, but doing it together helped you get through the tough times. “y/n, well, im young so you may not believe me when i say this, but y/n is my everything” Renjun smiled, squeezing your hand. “so, wed like to perform for you, thankyou for coming!” You both began your dance and singing duet, it was a mashup of two of the songs that were from yours and Renjuns group; Nct dream. Whilst on the stage, he looked at you and only you, focused on your beauty and talent, it gave him strength and determination to do the same. When you both finished, you finally broke eye contact, and a roar of applause was heard, making you both smile sheepishly. “thankyou! and thankyou my beautiful girlfriend, and my beautiful fans, for accepting us!”

Jeno Jeno loved being by your side, and having you on stage with him? as his girlfriend? and duet partner? He never thought that it could happen, and run so smoothly. When he was questioned by SM about your relationship, he told them that he cared about you, and the fans, and would do his best to maintain his image. SM appeared to be approving of his maturity and rather than shut it down, they promoted the idea that their idols are mature enough to think for themselves. He helped you up the stairs to the stage, and photographers couldnt get enough of you two; the face of young love in the media currently.

As you both began to perform, he felt relaxed, and he felt as though he could go with the flow, because he knew you could do it.  His trust in you was equivalent to an astronaut in their rocket; Hed risk his life for you. You both danced together, ending in a pose where you were holding hands. Everyone agreed that you two were very cute together, and Jeno seemed to have the urge to dance with you more and more, wanting to post dance cover videos with you> “jagi i have so many ideas!!” “ooo LETS DO ALL OF THESE!” “this one too!!”

Haechan Haechan was confused to say the least when he was dragged into the office, they had already settled down the whole dating scandal, and you both had come clean about dating, and you were met with so much support. He almost felt like laughing when they asked him to do a duo stage with you, assuming that he was getting in trouble. But he dismissed the urge and agreed straight away. As you were both Idols, you never got to sit with eachother at award cerimonies, unless fate was really on your side. But since you two were performing a duet, you were allowed to sit next to eachother for the whole night. When you both entered to walk to your seats, everyone gushed about how kind Haechan was, as he passed you a pillow, and sat holding your hand. You smiled and turned to a fan who sat behind you both, after they said how amazing Haechan was. “I know right! hes so amazing, really” The fan smiled at you and turned to their friend. “wow she is nice too! i ship it!” this made you smile, and Haechan was about to question you when they began to usher you both backstage for your performance. It was more focused on singing, this time, both of you stood on stage with standing microphones, you played guitar and both of you began to sing a soft and sweet acoustic love song, making many begin to smile at you both. Throughout the entire piece Haechan stared at you with loveheart eyes, he never thought that you could get any more beautiful, but he stood corrected. He watched as a little strand of hair moved into your face, and like second nature he fixed it, causing the whole crowd to scream. He smiled at you, and you smiled black, a soft pink on your cheeks. “i loved this and i loved you” hed say afterword, pulling you in for a hug.

Jaemin As publicly announcing a relationship would go, You and Jaemin were on the lucky side. You were both friends before you got into a relationship, and his fans were already used to you being around, the majority already shipped you both as a couple as well. You both were about to perform a duo, then after, you were to announce that you guys were in a relationship. You were nervous to say the least, and so was Jaemin. Neither of you had experienced something like this before, but, you were ready. Throughout the entire dance and song Jaemin kept his eyes on you, and fans noticed, whenever you both got close, theyd scream and cheer”kiss” for you two, which caused you to both blush as you finished the dance. You seemed to be in a daze when Jaemins voice broke you out of it. “so, everyone, did you like our performance?” the crowd screamed “yes!” “it was kind of romantic , dont you think y/n?” he winked, making you blush and chuckle, the crowd screaming. “hmm i think so?” you smiled. “on that note, we do have something to tell you all.” Jaemin said, going serious. Both of you took your ear pieces out, as he grabbed your hand. “Y/n and I are together, and we’re very happy” He smiled. If you thought the fans went nuts before, you were wrong, so many people were smiling and chanting your names, and you couldnt help but smile up at jaemin, who brought you into a hug.

Chenle Chenle would be a nervous mess before the performance, you were both publicly in a relationship, and this was the first promotion you were doing together. It was a dance duo for a TV show, and you both had no idea what kind of reaction youd get when it is announced that youre performing. “and now, we have a new young couple, performing a dance duo; NCT Dream’s Chenle, and y/g/n’s y/n!” The TV audience was screaming, and you both had looks of surprise on when you walked on the stage, causing the host to laugh. “why the surprised looks?” “its just- wow, what a reaction!” Chenle smiled. “yeah! we were very nervous to perform together..” you added. “well, we all love you two together, right everyone?” “yes!” the crowd screamed, making you both look to eachother and smile brightly. As the lights dimmed and the music started, you both couldn't contain your happiness, and danced with full energy, doing one of the best performances you had both ever done. You danced your hearts out, and sung the soft lovey lyrics as if you were speaking to eachother. The crowd loved it, and chanted your names. “thankyou all so much, its so nice being able to be in my favourite place with my favorite person, thankyou!” chenle smiled lovingly at you, and waved to the crowd, helping you down the stairs to the seats for your interview together.

Jisung Instead of being asked to do a full stage together, SM suggested that youd both do a V-live together, dancing and learning choreography. You and Jisung both agreed, both being the main dancers of your groups, and not to mention the Maknae’s, when fans got news that you were both dating, they called you the “power dance couple” and it made you both happy. For the livestream, you both waited until you got a good ammount of viewers, before Jisung tugged on your arm, and hugged you, causing you to slap his arm slightly. He just chuckled and turned to the camera. “hello everyone , I am NCT dream’s Maknae, Jisung, and this is my girlfriend Y/g/n’s Makne, y/n.” he introduced which made you laugh at his awkwardness. He shot a side glare at you and you just teased him, all the comments were surprisingly happy for you both, saying that they can see the chemistry. When you both started dancing, Jisung wondered why he ever though about practicing alone, when he had you. Dancing was so much more thrilling with you there, both of you mucking about, and having a fun time, creating a fun time for the viewers too- and fuel for futire videos that would be made to showcase you two together. He figured, he loved dancing with you, and one day, you would both take the big stage by storm together. END -admin rose