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paigebooeckers1 · 1 month ago

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Maybe, Maybe Not

Paige x fem oc (Amiyah Dalton)

Hey guys! This is the first part to my first fic that I’m actually publishing which is kinda crazy for how long I’ve been reading on here and ao3, or writing and discarding. Idek if anyone will see this, but if you are reading welcome and I hope you enjoy! Depending on how this goes I may or may not write more parts, but yeah this is part one! 🫶🏽

Part 1

“Amiyah! Have you seen that black body suit of mine, like with the open back? I can’t find it anywhere.” My roommate yells at me from our shared bathroom.

“Oh no, definitely not,” I say sheepishly, knowing damn well it’s laying on my bed ready to be worn out tonight.

We’re getting ready to go out, one of us against their will and it certainty isn’t my insufferable best friend, who I just so happen to love enough to agree to go with.

It’s not even that I don’t love the party scene- quite the opposite actually, especially with Jade. But after finding out my ex transferred to UConn this year for football after I pretty much ran away from him, I’ve been trying to avoid the bars or parties like the plague. The thought of seeing him again— drunkenly trying to sneak his hands around my waist and convince me to give him another chance as he has about a dozen times before— it makes me nauseous.

However, I’ve also decided seeing him is inevitable and I’m done hiding from his sorry ass, hence why I’m contently getting ready in my pink Victoria Secret robe, humming along to Playing Games by Summer Walker as I finish up my makeup. I think I enjoy getting ready more than actually leaving the dorm.

Jade suddenly storms into my room, breaking me from my thoughts and making me mess up my brown lip liner in the process. Though I can’t even stifle my laugh as we both stare at the body suit in all its glory, paired with my favorite pair of low rise baggy jeans and my black Jordan 4s as it lays on my bed, waiting to be put on.

“I fuckin knew it, asshole,” not a hint of annoyance in her voice as she says it. “You’re lucky it looks better on you anyways.”

“I love you, too!” I say smiling to myself as she goes back to her spot in the bathroom sink, trying to perfect her lash clusters. I observe myself in my vanity mirror as I put on my last layer of lip gloss, making sure my makeup and curls look better than ever. Although there’s no real occasion, it almost feels like one, like I need to prove myself tonight, and I hate myself for it. I don’t need to prove myself to anyone, especially not Jordan. Even thinking of his name puts me in a bad mood.

I push the thought down, though, knowing it’ll only boost the anxiety I already feel before going pretty much anywhere when I don’t know what to expect. Tonight is about me and my best friend looking good and hopefully getting drunk.

I skip a few songs on my R&B playlist before getting up to get changed, knowing having my outfit on will automatically boost my confidence. Jade is already in the kitchen pouring us pregame shots, so I decide to pick up my pace. She’s clad in a pair of black, baggy cargos and a burgundy cropped tube-top, her belly ring glistening and boho braids reaching just above her ass.

She saunters into my room with the shots in hand, singing along to Practice by Drake that’s blaring from my speaker as she downs the vodka and has her arm raised to give me mine. One thing about Jade is she knows how to get you hyped for a night out. “I don’t know about you, but I’m excited as hell for tonight.” she always says. Jade’s the kind of friend that can mold into any situation you need her for, and I love her for it.

“Me too, honestly,” though I only half mean it. “And we look good. I swear if you bring someone home tonight though, I’ll kill you. That’s the last thing I needa hear.”

“You should know I just go where the wind takes me by now, Amiyah.” she says dismissively. She will most definitely be bringing someone home tonight. “What about you miss ‘I’m too good for everyone?’”

I laugh at this. I don’t have that mentality at all, but I certainly have slowed down when it comes to hook ups and one night stands since my freshman year at UConn. I’m a junior now, but I find it a waste of time. You get wasted, go home with someone, wake up the next morning feeling like shit (physically and mentally), and leave as fast as possible. Having said that, I find it hard to commit to relationships just as much.

“Nope, I just wanna drink tonight, Jade.

You already know.”

“Man you gotta live a little more, and how you gon claim you’re bi but never want to get with anyone, you literally like both!” Jade says jokingly. I can’t help but laugh at the irony of that—it’s very true.

“You should really focus more on yourself, god knows you need to.” I’m of course joking. She flips me off with her acrylic nail before heading to the kitchen to pour us each one more pregame shot.

I throw a few rings on my manicured hands to compliment the tattoos on my fingers, and spray my favorite perfume before leaving my room, making sure to grab my ID and lipgloss filled purse. Jade is already taking her final shot and I join her, the liquor burning my throat while also easing my mind. I take one final look at myself in the large mirror by our door, admiring the way my (Jades) body suit hugs my waist perfectly, the way my jeans hang low and flattering on my hips, my gold jewelry complimenting my brown skin. I feel good.

“You probably shouldn’t look so good if you want to avoid Jordan, Ami.” Jade says with a joking tone, but there’s also meaning behind it. She knows how bad our relationship was, and I think all 5’5 of her would be willing to beat his ass for me.

“Nah, I don’t need to worry about him, he should be scared of seeing me.” And I mean every word, whether I believe it myself or not. I scrunch my curls in the mirror before we head out the door. I feel good. Tonight is going to be good.

Hopefully.

Ted’s is packed. I’m not sure exactly what else I was expecting for a Friday night, but it never ceases to amaze me how many college students can fit into such a tiny bar. I instinctively grab Jades elbow as she guides us through the crowded bar so we can order our drinks. Surprisingly, there’s two stools open at the bar, which we rush to. I sit down with a huff and scope out who’s at Ted’s tonight as I order our drinks; a dirty shirley for me and rum and coke for Jade.

“Here you go ladies, they’re on the house,” the bartender says with a wink as he slides us our drinks. I shoot him a toothy grin and thank you. Although flattered, I have to fight back an eye roll. Too many men have egos bigger than themselves, probably thinks he’ll be taking one of us home tonight. I take a sip of the drink, the grenadine hitting my taste buds and it makes me wonder how people could order any other drink. I turn on the barstool to say exactly that to Jade, but she’s already off to the side of the bar talking to a guy she’s been talking to on the football team, Nick or something. Typical.

A wave of self-consciousness hits me sitting at the bar alone, so I go on my phone to distract myself, sipping on my drink and mindlessly scrolling through instagram. That is until I hear that familiar yet dreaded voice calling my name, almost taunting me. I should’ve known. I should’ve told Jade to stay with me.

Fuck.

“Ayy Amiyah. I called your name bout’ 10 times. You too good to talk to me now or sum, baby?” His voice is slurred with alcohol and dripping with cockiness. It makes me sick.

“Don’t fucking call me that, Jordan.” I don’t even look at him as I say with it as much force as possible, though I feel small as he puts a hand on the small of my back, towering over me with a smirk that says ‘I know you still want me.’ It’s gross. I quickly stand up in attempt to leave his presence and find Jade, but he’s faster than I am, like he knew what was going to happen before he even approached me.

His right hand grabs my wrist, the other snaking around my waist. He pulls me into him in attempt to keep me close, so close I can smell the alcohol on his breath as it fans my face. I turn my head away and immediately try to squirm out of his grasp, my free hand trying to push him off of me. Not only to get away from him, but I also can’t let him see any weakness that is forcing itself to break through me.

“Get the fuck off me bro.” I say, finally breaking free from his grasp, feeling the need to disinfect my entire body. I’m floored as Jordan has the audacity to reach for me again. “I don’t know know why you always playing hard to get Ami, just let me take you ho-“

“Yoo, everything good here?” A tall, blonde figure inserts herself between us, one hand holding her drink, the other on his shoulder pushing him back with enough force to cut him off. That’s hot as fuck I think to myself, but my face stays in the same scowl directed toward him. I have to stifle a laugh as he quickly cowers under her, as she probably has a good inch or two on him.

“Oh yeah, man, just tryna talk to my girl here,” he says with a smirk. I swear I see red as the words leave his mouth. We’re done. I left. And he thinks he has the right to call me his girl? Insane.

“Your girl? Well it don’t look like she really wanna talk to you, not gonna lie.” She says it so sternly, I almost feel intimidated and she isn’t even talking to me. As much as I appreciate this girls gesture, I quite literally can’t hold back from telling him off myself.

“‘Your girl’ is actually crazy. I am not your girl, and I am not about to have this conversation with you here. Get the fuck out my face.” I get up in his face, ready to bitch slap the smug look he somehow still has on his face right off.

“Yeah you should probably get the fuck out the bar, actually,” the girl says firmly. I can’t even see her face, but clearly the look on it says more than words because at that, he looks at me, then at the blonde, then to me again. Although it looks like he wants to argue, we all know it won’t get him anywhere, especially in a crowded bar.

He mutters a string of curse words I couldn’t care less about under his breath as he walks toward the exit and I immediately relax, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Not only is he gone, but hopefully he’ll get the hint and leave me alone. For good. I’m not sure if he thought coming to UConn would win me back, but he’s dead wrong. I’m done falling for his lies, the way he tries to sweet talk me back into his life. It might’ve worked in the past, but not anymore.

I’m broken from my thoughts as the blonde clears her throat behind me, and I suddenly feeling bad for forgetting she was even there, as I still have my back to her as I stare at the exit door. I quickly turn around to thank her for cutting him off, and that’s when I realize I’m face to face with Paige Bueckers.

Paige Bueckers; basketball phenom, campus celebrity, not to mention major whore. It’s annoyingly hard to deny how attractive she is, though— she’s wearing a simple back t-shirt that shows off her biceps, grey sweats hung low on her hips, enough to see the Nike boxers peeking under them. A silver chain decorates her neck and her blonde hair is slicked back into a bun. Her jaw is sharp, her nose perfectly sloped, big blue eyes staring right down into my brown ones, her plump bottom lip jutted out and tied up in a small smile— fuck what was I saying? Oh yeah..her roster is disturbingly long and I personally do not want to be another tally on that list. So, I keep my cool.

“Oh, thanks for that. You didn’t need to, I could’ve handled him,” I say with ease, adjusting the straps of my body suit. I smirk up at her, not missing the way her eyes follow my actions, almost hungrily.

There’s a beat of silence as she’s looking down at me, until she licks her lips. “Oh, yeah don’t worry bout’ it.” She pauses again. “Sooo...is he your boyfriend? Annoying ex?” she says with that infamous smirk. There it is. The cockiness, the charm that pulls every girl she glances at in.

“Ex. More than annoying, though. I’d probably go with crazy, obsessive, dickhead.” I laugh, though it holds little humour.

She laughs, too. “Yeah, I got my fair share of those.” Yeah I don’t doubt it, I think to myself. Her eyes rake over my body and she licks her lips again. It’s taking everything in me not to look at them.

“So what’s your name, ma?” The nickname rolls off her tongue like she’s said it hundreds of times before, though it does have more than an effect on me than it should.

“Amiyah.” Despite the feeling in my stomach, my tone remains casual, sultry, even. I can see I’m having some kind of effect on her, which boosts my confidence slightly. “And you are…”

“I’m Paige,” Her cocky expression falters slightly, yet she still holds hold her hand out, smiling. I let out a real laugh, but accept the handshake regardless. As if I don’t already know exactly who she is, and as if she doesn’t know I do. “I know your name, basketball star. You gon’ give me your autograph or what?” She’s still holding my manicured hand, thumb brushing over one of the tattoos on my fingers before dropping it. Fuck.

“Amiyah…” she drags out the last syllable before continuing. “Pretty name, pretty face, and a sense of humor? I feel like I needa buy you a drink.” She flashes me a genuine smile. I think about it for a moment, I really do. But I also remember my goal for tonight, and I’m not about to change my mind for Paige Bueckers. Though it’s very hard to do so as her blue eyes bore into my brown ones, making my 5’4 feel much shorter.

“I’m flattered, but no thank you. I gotta find my friend she’s probably looking for me. Plus, I already got one, see?” I grab my dirty shirley, only remembering it’s sitting beside me on the bar when I reach for my purse to leave and collect Jade.

“Dirty shirley, you got taste, huh?” She says as she stirs her own. Her voice is casual, yet laced with something I can’t put a finger on.

“Yeah, can’t go wrong, right?” I don’t even wait for her response. “Well thanks again for helping me, I appreciate it.” I give her a quick smile.

“Yeah, yeah no problem.” She says casually, rubbing the back of her neck. I can read her expression, though, and it’s telling me that she’s thrown off. That her streak of buying a pretty girl a drink and taking her home to do god knows what else is broken. I almost feel proud.

“See you around, Paige.” I don’t wait for a response before leaving her at the bar, forgetting my drink in the process but I can’t find it in me to care. I need to get out of her presence before I actually fold. I easily find Jade, looking not very happy, and not very sober.

“Let’s leave, I’m sick of tonight.” Her voice is slurred, and I can’t help but laugh. I’ve dealt with one too many emotional, drunken Jade moments that I’m sure it’s about Nick. I don’t even argue her, wanting nothing more than to take my makeup and jeans off and go to bed at this point.

As we’re walking out, I quickly glance back at the bar at see Paige still there. She’s sitting now, sipping on her own dirty shirley with a tight-lipped smile. Her teammates, Jana, Ice, and Kk, are laughing at her, like they’re teasing her. I can’t help but wonder if it’s about the interaction she just had with me. Were they watching her, waiting to see if she’d score a catch? I laugh to myself, glad I was able to give them a different ending to a show they probably see way too often. I’m sure she’ll find someone else in no time.

Luckily the walk back to our apartment is short. Jade is mumbling in annoyance, half to me, half to herself, something about leaving so soon and cutting it off with her boy-toy who she’ll most likely be back to soon enough. I tune her out; for some reason I can’t stop thinking about Paige. How she looked at me, like I was the only girl in that bar. I force the thoughts away though, knowing exactly how the night would’ve ended if it had gone another way. I’d be one more tally on her list of girls to say she’s got with to only forget about two days later.

I hate being vulnerable, so I avoid it at all costs. Maybe that’s why I avoid intimacy, whether it’s for one night or one year. Maybe that’s why I have raging trust issues. Who knows, I don’t want to find out and I don’t need to either. Not now, at least.

“Next time, you’re coming with me again whether you like it or not, and you’re having fun!” Jade says to me, trying to serious, but I only laugh at the slur of her words, as she had much more to drink than me tonight. I decide to hold off on telling her about my events tonight until the morning. “Ion wanna hear nooo excuses missy!”

“Yeah yeah Jade, go to bed babe.” I say as we finally reach our apartment, slipping inside and locking the door. I retreat to the comfort of my bed where I’m left alone with my thoughts. Maybe I want to go next time, maybe I want to see what happens.

Maybe.

“Amiyah, you’ve got to be joking…you’re joking right?” Jade’s deadpanning me, her voice sounding genuinely angry. I feel like I’m coming out to my mother again. We’re sitting on my bed, the morning sun peeking through my half shut curtains, iced coffees we picked up from the campus cafe in our hands.

“What? I don’t see what’s wrong here.”

“You telling me Paige Bueckers eye fucked you, shook your hand, offered to bye you a drink…and you said… no?” She’s laughing, almost to herself. “You’re unbelievable. This is what I’m talking about. That woman is every girls dream, and you shut her down like some random guy. You’re even too good for Paige Bueckers. I can’t-” I cut her off before she can continue her rant, much too passionate about this whole situation for a girl who’s supposedly straight.

“Personally I think you’re being very dramatic. She just wanted to hit and dip, that’s what she does and everyone knows it.” I sip my coffee, simply wanting to be done with this conversation.

“Oh okay, so if, like, Drew Starkey was at that bar, asked to buy you a drink and take you home, would you say no?” I let out a loud laugh, partly because of how passionate she is being about this, partly because she compared Paige Bueckers to Drew Starkey. Did I say Paige wasn’t absolutely gorgeous? No. I just don’t need to be another trophy on her case.

“I’m not answering that, Jade. This is about my dignity, not my attraction. I’m done with this conversation and I think you should be too.” I shake my head lightheartedly as I get up and head to the bathroom, taking my curly hair out of its bun and shaking it out. “If anything, let’s talk about your horrible taste in men. Nick? Really? First of all ew, second of all he seems like a dick.”

“Shut up Ami, he’s not that bad. And he’s funny! Don’t worry, he knows where home is.” We both laugh at that, because somehow Jade always does lure them back in somehow. She fails to mention my pretty bad track record of relationships. Jordan, on and off since senior year of high school turned crazy ex.

Olivia, my best friend, sophomore to senior year of high school.(do not recommend best friend to girlfriend pipeline)

And then there’s my very concerning list of hookups, which Paige did not need to be apart of to make for another traumatic story. Nope. Don’t even like the thought of how her hands would feel around waist, how her lips would feel…Not at all.

And that’s final.

Paige’s POV

“Girl boo, do not even lie right now, lying is a major sin. Do you want to go hell? I did NOT think so!” Kk is practically screaming at me. It’s been two days since the bar, and she’s felt the need to tell pretty much everyone in her path, including all of our teammates, about my interaction with Amiyah. Hell, I think she even told CD. So what? She said no to me buying her a drink. That happens. It’s not a big deal.

“I swear I had to walk over to you after she left, pick your jaw up off the floor and put it back in your mouth, Paige.” Ice chimes in now. Okay maybe it is a big deal. Maybe my ego is a little bruised. I couldn’t help but falter when she declined my offer, especially after saving her from that douche who was basically assaulting her in the middle of the bar.

“Alright, alright chill. Y’all are reaching now. It’s literally just a drink.”

“Okay. Then if it’s just a drink, why were you sulking for the rest of the night, and this morning? You literally are right now!” Jana says, and I’m suddenly aware of my hunched posture and furrowed eyebrows. I don’t even answer her question. Not only do I really think it’s not worth talking about, but I also don’t have an answer. Sure, I could blame it on the fact that I don’t think I’ve ever been rejected like that, so casually like she had anything better to do. But even then, usually I’d go find another girl to talk to, to take home, to fill some kind of void I constantly felt. But I didn’t even want to.

There’s something about Amiyah. The way her big brown eyes stared up at me like she was trying to figure me out, but saw right through me at the same time. Her plump lips, the dimple she had on her left cheek when she smirked at me. The small freckles that lined her nose paired with a gold septum, the curve and sway of her hips when she walked away. Or maybe it’s the confidence she had, the drawl in her voice, way she didn’t seem fazed by anything— me, her ex, the whole situation. She just wanted to find her friend. It made me want to get to know her more. It drew me in.

So now I’m here, getting it rubbed in by my friends as we sit in the living room of me, Jana and Allies apartment.

“I’m bouta kick all of you out, for real.” I say, not even really joking. It’s late and I have class in the morning, though I can’t even remember what it is. I think I’ve been maybe 3 times this year. (super senior things, chill)

“We heading out anyways, academic weapon things. Oh, and go take a shower, your attitude stinks!” Kk and Ice filter out of the dorm, leaving just Allie, Jana and I, their calmer presence lowering my blood pressure. It’s silent for a moment, as Jana’s already in bed and Allie is making some snack.

“Do you really like her or something? What’s really got you so bothered, P?” Allie quietly asks me from the kitchen as I’m getting up to head to my room. She seems genuinely concerned and it confuses me. Am I really being that weird? I guess I am, I don’t think I’ve stopped replaying the interaction with Amiyah in my head since it happened. I think three separate girls texted me today asking if I wanted to hangout, and I haven’t even bothered to open any of them.

“Nah it’s chill I’m like, over it. Thanks though, Allie.” I’m almost trying to convince myself. She nods in response and I shut my door, plopping onto my bed. My hands run down my face in frustration before opening my phone to mindlessly scroll on instagram, still thinking about the interaction. Was I weird with her? Should I have butted into her and that guys argument? Did I ask stupid questions? That one I can answer; asking for her name.

Amiyah Dalton. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t know who she was before I came up to her. I’ve seen her around campus, though she’s very hard to miss. It’s like she’s constantly glowing, her smile lighting up any room she walks into. At the same time, she also has this mysterious energy, like no one actually ever knows what’s going on in her head. Maybe I see through her because I’m the same way, but that doesn’t matter. I’ve heard murmurs about her through mutual friends, girls and guys saying they’ve hooked up with her and hardly ever heard from her again.

Maybe I’m this bothered because I thought I could be different, like I could take her home and prove that I am. But I didn’t even get to do that after she basically brushed me to the side. I feel like I need to prove myself to her. Yeah, that’s all. I just need one night, one taste of her and I’ll be fine.

I’m broken out of my trance when her instagram comes up on my feed as “suggested for you.” Real funny. My fingers seem to have a mind of their own as they click on her profile. I spend more time than I’d like to admit on there, intently looking at each post, wanting nothing more than to like, comment and favorite every one. My thumb even hovers over the follow button for about 5 minutes before I decide against it. She probably already thinks I’m weird, I shouldn’t…but what if I shoot my shot and she notices me? Nah she’d proba- Am I really think this hard about a fucking instagram page? Maybe. Am I going to bag this woman? Yes.

Well, maybe.

#uconn wbb #paige bueckers #paige x oc #wbb #new writter #paige x reader

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idontplaytrack · 8 months ago

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Can I request super flirty Amber x reader where Amber's flirting with reader but they are oblivious and eventually Amber can't take it anymore and kisses reader

Pretty Girl

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, kissing

Amber calls reader ‘pretty girl’— always have. But when exactly did that take a turn and become flirting instead of being platonic?

As the thunder roared outside, you were wrapped up under your blanket, comfy— no, sick and exhausted. You had just started your period the night before and have been tormented by the cramps ever since. The pain was so bad, it made you nauseous. You were also, hungry, bloated and craving all sorts of things that you wanted to eat, but at the same time…not really. It was confusing. You hated it, all of this— How terrible you were feeling. So much for a peaceful weekend.

Somehow, you felt yourself dozing off so you snuggled closer to your pillow and hoped you’d fully fall asleep. But hey, of course not. You felt the vomit creeping up your throat before you leaned over the bed and the trashcan, barely making it and letting it spill into the plastic under your mouth. It’s not like you much of anything left in your stomach, but did that stop you from feeling absolutely shitty? No way. Lazily cleaning off your mouth with a tissue you’d grabbed from the box on your nightstand, you stayed on your stomach, and just slept. Tried to, at least.

You woke up after what must’ve been no more than an hour, the rain had started to pour which would typically be the ideal for staying in, getting cosy and just lazing around. But now, you wanted nothing more than to get out of bed and do something with your day. Alas, you could not exactly move. The doorbell rings, making you groan. “It’s pouring out there. Who is it?!” You shrieked, scarily near tears.

The intercom buzzes, “It’s Amber!”

Shit.

You quite literally forced yourself out of bed and walk downstairs, your knees nearly buckled when you first stood up. God, why’d she have to show up now? You got to the door as fast as you could and opened it to let her in.

“Took you awhile.” She says while stepping into the house, “Hi, pretty girl.”

“Sorry.” You muttered, “I’m not—”

“Feeling too well?” She finishes your sentence, “I figured. Wish you would’ve told me.”

You slowly sat down on the couch, groaning, “How’d you know anyway?”

“Honey, I’ve known you, what? Fifteen years now? Give me some credit.”

“So you just figured out I was on my period and decided to show up at my door with…chocolate chip cookies?”

“Yeah, I took a guess.” Amber chuckles, “It’s not that hard to predict it, you know? You always get it around this time of the month.”

“Oh, how nice of you to know that.” You scoffed, leaning forward and burying your face in your hands.

“Did you eat anything?”

You gulped, “Nope, not since dinner last night. Also, I threw that up so please don’t talk about eating.”

Amber sits down beside you, a hand on your head and massaging it, “I’m sorry.” She then guided you to lay on her lap carefully.

You smiled at her a little, it quickly falls though, when you felt another cramp. “Are you sure you don’t want to take something for it?” Amber asks you softly.

“I can, but it’ll just come back up in a few minutes so I’d rather just wait it out.”

You haven’t seen Amber in awhile, honestly. But you knew she had like three part-time jobs that last time you asked her about it. So you figured that was what she was busy with. Oh, and by ‘awhile’, you meant like— at most two weeks. You two haven’t spent much time apart ever. And that’s considering the fact that she has her own little group of friends. You saw them pretty often too, and you knew them but you never really got that close with them even after all this time. But because you were Amber’s best friend, you were always hanging out with them anyway.

Damn, maybe you should really just open your mouth and talk to them more. They were really nice people.

“What’s wrong?” Amber asks, noticing that you’ve gone quiet.

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking about…stuff.”

“Oh, yeah? What kinda stuff, honey?” She looks down at you, bright smile on her face while her eyes formed into little crescents. Her hand was still stroking your hair.

“Random things…I dunno. Like how I gotta talk to your friends more and stop just floating around.” You hummed, “How I haven’t gotten to hang out with you for like two weeks because you’ve been working so many shifts. God, I hope you’re getting enough rest.”

Amber chuckles, “I’m fine. I quit the third job.”

“You did? When?” You ask, absentmindedly playing with the ring on the fingers of her free hand.

“Uh…” She says, her hand in your hair stops moving. You sulked, and she continues the soothing gesture but not without a tiny little laugh. “Like, three weeks ago?”

“Wow, and what have you been up to lately that I couldn’t get to see you?” You joked.

“Shut up, babe.” She giggles. You gasped dramatically and instantly paid for it when you got attacked by yet another cramp, “Babe? That’s a new one.”

She nearly snorted, laughing. Amber’s brows were raised briefly, “You really are so…”

“Don’t yell at me.”

“I’m not gonna yell at you, when have I ever done that?” She squints.

“Well, my mom just did this morning after I told her my cramps were terrible.” You scoffed.

“Do I look like your Mom to you?” Amber couldn’t help but laugh, “Has the pain somehow jumbled up your brain so bad that you’re just saying anything and everything?”

You didn’t know what to say to that you just kept quiet and snuggled more comfortably against her lap, now laying on your side. “Maybe.”

“That’s okay, pretty girl.” You could hear the smile, “I’m sorry you’re not feeling good.”

————

As you laid sleepily in her lap, Amber’s mind started to wander— seemingly recalling every single time she had hung out with you, analysing each day out, and night in…desperately trying to figure something out.

“You’re so pretty.” Amber says, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“Shut up.” You laugh, “I just tried to eat a donut while the wind was blowing in my face. Now I have powdered sugar in my hair.”

“I said what I said.”

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks, Ams.” You didn’t think too much into her little compliment— she says stuff like this all the time. Just to make you smile and giggle. “You’re pretty too.”

~~~~~

Walking through a crowded flea market, your eyes checked out each stall closely, not wanting to miss a good buy. Somehow, you feel an arm wrap around your waist. “Be careful. There’s a lot of people around.” It was Amber. Typical Amber being a worrywart.

~~~~~

“Amber?” You say in a hurry once she picked up your call.

“y/n, it’s 1:30 in the morning.” Amber replied, obviously just woken up by you, “What’s wrong, y/n?”

“Can we go get ice cream?”

“What?” She could not believe her ears. Amber could not believe that you called her at this hour just for that. But hey, she was so relieved that was all it was. Relieved that you weren’t sick or hurt.

“Can we go get ice cream? Please?” You repeated yourself.

“Okay, pretty girl.” She laughs, “I’ll pick you up in fifteen minutes.”

You squealed, “Yay, okay.”

~~~~~~

“Amber, can you help me do my hair? I like when you do it.”

“Okay.”

~~~~~

“Amber, will you please do my makeup? I suck at it.” You groaned.

“Sure, honey.” Amber had her usual smile on her face, “Turn around.”

~~~~~

“Need some help?” Amber asks, watching you struggle to put a necklace on by yourself.

You finally saw her in the reflection and said, “Please.” Handing it to her, she took it from you and pushed your hair in front of one shoulder. Smoothly, she puts the necklace on for you in a matter of seconds.

“There you go.” She smiles, leaning her chin on your shoulder for a beat, her eyes looked at the heart pendant on your necklace then somehow wandered onto your chest. Mentally chiding herself, she gives you a quick hug from behind and then unwrapped her arms, “You ready for your date?”

“Not really.” You admit.

“Aw, you got this, pretty girl.” She gives you a squeeze on the shoulder, “Ben’s really nice.”

“You would know.” You managed a chuckle, “You insisted that you met him first.”

“Of course. He has to be good enough for you.”

~~~~~~

You were at the mall with Amber one Saturday afternoon after having spent the night at her place in the spur of the moment. Actually, that was the last time you saw her before today. So, anyway…because you didn’t have a change of clothes, you were wearing Amber’s clothes. Which was very, very different from your own style.

“Will you stop?” Amber laughs, swinging your hand as she held it, “You look good, okay?”

“Pfft, right.”

“Right.”

~~~~~

Or maybe…the defining moment was right now. Seeing you so pale, so disheveled. Yet, she was completely enamoured by you. She didn’t tell you though. She couldn’t. Because she knew how you’d react. You’d just think she was joking and brush it off. Nothing romantic’s happened between you and Amber, but yet lately, there’s always been the presence of tension from Amber’s point of view.

You on the other hand seemed completely oblivious to her being a little distant for the past two weeks while trying to work through her feelings and piece together what on Earth she wanted to say to you. She could only pray this wasn’t one-sided. Amber loved you too much to mess things up, that was why she said she was busy and didn’t see you for those three weeks. But at the same time, her patience was slowly but surely growing thin. Yet she still couldn’t quite figure out exactly when her calling you ‘pretty girl’ started to have a different effect on her— when she started to get excited to call you that, hoping you’d react the way she wanted you to. But you never did. So she threw in a new nickname, and you were still way too chill about it.

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Amber didn’t know where that courage came from but…

“y/n?” She said quietly, wanting to get your attention but didn’t want to startle you.

Your eyes came into focus again, meeting her face, “Yeah?”

“I’m in love with you.” She reveals, and before you could even process her declaration, you feel her lips on your own— so soft, and so gentle. So addictive. Fuck.

You’d completely just gave into it, letting her take control as your hand reached up to cup her cheek. It was a bit of an odd position, but you were evidently still in too much pain to move.

“You do?” You tried breaking away for a second to speak but she doesn’t allow it, eagerly reconnecting your lips again. Amber did nod her head, reciprocating with increasingly passionate kisses.

“I fucking love you. I’m not sure when it started, but I am.” She literally speaks into the kiss. And upon hearing that, you could not let her lips go. That was all Amber needed from you. She didn’t even need to hear it— she was too riled up for that now, wanting nothing more than the constant feeling of your lips against hers.

After a mutual breakaway several minutes later, you were breathless and so was she. “So…” She started. “I meant every word I just said. Everything I just did. I want you, y/n, to be my girlfriend.”

“Okay.” You nodded, unknowingly, teary-eyed. “I’m sorry I didn’t realise sooner.”

Amber smiled so widely hearing your response, “It’s okay, pretty girl.” Now in tears, she sniffles and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, “I have you now.”

“You do.” You nodded, mirroring her smile.

“I love you.” She says, her palm pressing lightly on your lower abdomen to give it some warmth and relief. “Does that help?”

You nodded almost too sleepily, “Yeah. Can you keep doing that please?”

“Of course.” Amber agrees, “Close your eyes, get some rest. I’ll wake you up when lunch is done.”

“No, don’t get up.” You slurred.

“I promise I won’t. Not until you’ve fallen asleep. Then, I’ll make us lunch. Okay, pretty girl?”

“Okay, Ams…okay.”

She chuckles over her words hearing how sleepy you were, “Okay. Sleep tight.”

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🏷️ Tag list:

@ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @reneeswif3 @ludoesartnstuffs @pda128

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I’m distracting y’all from the fact that the AJ x reader x Capri isn’t even halfway done six days later

Also don’t know how to write a flirty Amber— I’m sorry🥲

#auli’i cravalho #amber appleton #all together now netflix #netflix #alternative universe #gxg #wlw #reader insert #x reader #lgbtqia #queer #female reader #anon request #requested fic #wlw fanfic #fanfiction #friends to lovers

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fever-project · 10 months ago

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All the LU Warriors headcanons I’m seeing in the tags makes me want to share my own so uh, have them.

He rarely talked for most of his life. He never really wanted to after puberty hit, he didn’t like how his voice sounded. So he barely interacted with anyone that wasn’t his immediate family. After the war started, however, he wanted to talk more. Even though Proxi could talk for him-which he was very grateful for-he wanted to be able to voice his own opinions by himself.

Speaking of immediate family, he currently has none. He and Linkle are not biologically related, but after the war they now consider themselves to siblings. Linkle’s older by two days.

Wars has a thing for his Zelda(I’m not calling her Artemis I do not like that name for her)but he hasn’t made any moves yet. He gets nauseous whenever he thinks about dating in any kind(mainly Cia’s fault). Zelda respects this, and doesn’t show that she has any romantic feelings about him whatsoever because she doesn’t want to scare him. Wars just thinks his love is one sided, making him wanting to ask her out even less. Linkle’s trying her best to help them out, but she hasn’t been successful yet.

Enough about love, because Wars is a-spec. He’s somewhere on there, I know it. Definitely not me projecting.

Wars loves clothing and the occasional dressing up. He never tells anyone this, but everyone during the war knew it. He got the others to participate too.

Legend once sarcastically criticized Wars’ fashion choice and he changed into his Koholint Hero’s Clothes for a week. Wars did not tell him why he did or what the clothes were called, but Wars felt so proud of himself. Legend just thought he was just making fun of him for his pink hair or something.

Wants to tell Legend so bad about Marin, but Marin probably told him that if he ever meets her Link, to not tell him he met her. She didn’t want to give him any hope that they’ll meet again, because they won’t.

Wars loves fairies. He loves them so much. He loves feeding them, dressing them up, taking care of them, all of that. Fairies love him too, because he tries to feed them whenever the chain isn’t looking. He tries to make sure that no one else knows, since he thinks it’s a bit embarrassing.

Wars wants to use everyone’s items one day. He had so much fun using the Spinner during the war, not to mention the Fire Rod. But he never really asks, since he doesn’t wants to come off as weird.

The ends of his scarf/cape thing used to be red, like in the game, but the dye faded after a few years. He tried to redye it, but it didn’t really work.

He was the captain of his own, specific group consisting of the wayward warriors from across time. They all did interact with regular soldiers, but they mostly worked with just each other and looked to Wars to guide them. Since he usually only command with these guys so I guess he was more of a lieutenant? Idk how ranks work tbh. Nevertheless, he was always called captain by the others, since most of them didn’t really know how ranks worked either. Captain just seemed to fit him. The others who did know about ranks just went along with calling him captain.

Impa helped him so much you have no idea. He was a pretty good leader by himself, but he always appreciated the help.

Both dislikes Tingle and is eternally confused by him. And disturbed. Can’t bring himself to hate him though.

Wars knows things. He’ll nod his head along whenever Time or Wind tell the group their stories, he’s heard them all before anyhow. He does the same with Legend, Sky, and Twilight when they share as well, since he’s heard a lot from their friends. He usually pretends that he doesn’t know anything, however. He’s just nodding along to nod along.

Wars hasn’t told Sky that he met Fi before yet. He doesn’t want to give him any false hope that she’ll wake up again.

he hopes that she’ll wake up too.

Wars doesn’t really understand Four’s negative view of dark magic, or anyone’s negative view of dark magic. A few of his items has a dark attribute, he’s worked with people who had dark magic(like midna), and he’s taken care of dark fairies. Dark magic is just like fire or water magic to him, it’s another type of magic that just so happens to be used by bad guys a lot.

Wars gets along pretty well with Twilight. I’d like to think he’s close with everybody, and besides Time and Wind(and the more teasing relationship with Legend) Twilight’s up there. Probably tied with Sky.

Probably interacts with Hyrule, Wild, and Four the least, compared to others. They all get along, but he almost never actively searches for them to hang out.

Very vague whenever he talks about his adventure. Usually just says something about the war and refuses to elaborate. Everyone’s usually fine with this since most of them do the same thing, but he’s dramatic about it.

#linked universe #lu headcanons #lu warriors #linked universe headcanons #linked universe warriors #fever rambles #im trying so hard to not put in stuff from my own linkmeets wars #I have two different ones and they are both different from each other and from LU wars so trying to keep all my thoughts about them separat #is a bit of a pain lol #but all wars no matter how I look at it loves fairies and I will gladly die on this hill

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bellysoupset · 5 months ago

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not a request but a story I think you might enjoy bc istg this is the most emeto / whump fic thing thats ever happened to me

so I was on a long haul (11+ hour) flight yesterday coming back from a holiday, and I felt pretty much fine on the flight except for a little bit of a tummy ache because my period started just as I got on. I had been a bit nauseous before getting on but that went away after takeoff. I didn’t sleep at all on the plane but I thought that wouldn’t be a problem since I rarely sleep on flights and I’m usually fine, but oh boy…

Once I got off the plane my neighbour picked me up and they took me to their restaurant to grab some food. I got a bowl of beef brisket noodles where the meat had plenty of fat and the soup itself had a decent amount of oil. It was a dish I usually liked but in this instance turned out to be a huge mistake. In an attempt to be nice to my plane stomach my neighbour had apparently requested the chef make it rather bland for me, which was putting it lightly. Unfortunately it did also make the oil taste stronger. It was nice at first but started to become more offputting as I started to overheat - today was the hottest day of the entire year in my country - and then my neighbour got us all out some watermelon which I ate quickly so that we could leave sooner - again, huge mistake.

So then I got on the car with my neighbour and her two kids. The kids I’m usually great friends with and they like talking to me, but after about 2 minutes of being on the car I started feeling pretty bad — I had these really bad tummy cramps that I couldn’t tell if they were from my period or from eating something; I was really warm and the sun was shining on me the whole time; also I was starting to get the tiniest bit carsick. It definitely didn’t help that my mouth had that sour gross aftertaste of watermelon but I couldn’t bring myself to drink any water to get rid of it because I was afraid that putting anything in my mouth would make me throw up. Have I also mentioned that I’ve got a cold and I’ve been awake for about 18 hours as well?

So I asked the kids to be quiet for a bit and told them I’d been awake for too long and they tried their best (they’re like 8). I just sat there with my eyes closed and tried not to break down in any way. Thankfully after a while the cramps stopped but the nausea kept getting worse and worse until I was like, spitting onto my fingers / the collar of my dress, if that makes sense, to try and get rid of the taste in my mouth. I could also feel a burp rising in my chest but I knew that if that came out I would throw up in my neighbour’s car so I did everything I could to keep it down.

After a few minutes of sitting there w my eyes closed my neighbour jokingly goes “you’re not carsick are you?” and I go “no I’m just feeling bad bc I’m on my period” (I have a problem about telling people when I’m feeling bad, I always try and lie about it and say I’m fine lol) but then for some godforsaken reason that comment makes me even More nauseous to the point where I asked her if there was a bag anywhere on the car because I was so convinced I’d lose control and I thought at least having a backup plan - even if I hated throwing up - would be better than losing it and getting puke in my dress and her car. But there wasn’t a bag so I just had to sit there…

And then it gets really weird. My whole body starts going really cold which I found weird because until that point I had been overheating like crazy. And I thought my neighbour had just turned the AC on more but she said she hadn’t. And then I couldn’t feel my legs lol. Like I knew they were there but when I put my hands on them I couldn’t feel my hands really. So yeah I basically fainted in my neighbour’s car. and I was STILL NAUSEOUS >:(

When I got home I was literally so weak I had to sit in the car for five whole minutes till I could get up. They helped me get my suitcases and stuff out of the back and I basically stumbled to my door and then sat down on a stool as soon as I got in. Then it took another 10 minutes of sitting there as the world bobbed up and down under my feet to be able to do the stairs. I felt really bad for my neighbour TBH bc I was being pretty pathetic and she had especially come to get me and I ended up being way more effort than I could have been. After they left I went upstairs and believe it or not I didn’t even have a fever when I checked! I just felt this bad purely from overheating / travel sickness. Although I did have a pretty explosive poo as well so maybe it was also the noodles? That helped a lot actually so then I was able to unpack and pack for my residential the next day (yeah, i know…) and then sleep. Except I kept waking up because my stomach hurt :( (a killer combo of an upset belly and period cramps.). And I STILL have a cold. No nausea anymore though so I’ll take that as a win.

This got really long but hope you enjoy lol

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For your residential the next day??? girl you're a champ, i've have given up going already. this was a ride, poor thing!! I cannot imagine how terrible it must've felt, not just the plane, with the stranger, but with your neighbor as well!! 😭😭😭

I did enjoy reading it, but I feel so bad for you!!

#lovely correspondence #☂️ anon #i'd be freaking out being this vulnerable in front of people oh my

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saoirseaaa · 6 months ago

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thorn

Alongside Dog and Phoenix, Mica is the one who’s changed the most throughout the series.

I’ve been cooking this up all day in my head and I’m so excited to be finally typing it out. I am going to be using this as practice for my English classes but I don’t believe I’m going to be delving as deep into Napoleon or Squealer as I do with the Fireborn characters. Also I’m probably going to call Five/Thorn/Mica whatever name he used during the time period I am talking about or Thorn because I’m used to calling him Thorn- I didn’t call him Thorn until the third book came out because again I was not used to it and will probably not be used to calling him Mica for a while. It is a nice name though- I enjoy learning new words from the names in this book. I didn’t know what a zenith or a karst was two years ago.

So firstly, for a lot of, the start especially, seeing as he was half-dead for most of the first book, Five is clearly shown to be arrogant, egotistical and rude. He’s loud-mouthed and doesn’t think before he speaks, also mirroring the snagglefoot he chose, but we didn’t really get to see a lot of her before she died. However, pretty soon, you can see that maybe he’s not completely like that. In the dungeons, he keeps talking to Twelve, and is clearly just as afraid as her but is trying to play it off. “His laugh was high and forced”- is just trying to keep her talking. Obviously, he’s still a complete dickhead right now, making fun of her for using dream milk when he also used to use it. Why he makes fun of her, maybe to feel superior, who knows. We don’t know what caused them to hate each other so much, but I assume Twelve was cold towards him and he held a grudge. He seems the type. Seeing as the book is from Twelve’s point of view, he is made out to be quite stupid at first, but we can see afterwards that maybe he isn’t that dumb. Although, his knowledge probably comes strictly from his father, and not from books, as he is made fun of quite a lot because he just doesn’t read them.

Where would we be if we didn’t talk about his life before the lodge? Being the only one with an abusive father, where he probably got his angry and fearful-of-magic (which is just him being scared of stuff he doesn’t know- he’s perfectly fine when it’s his friends), it’s a fun thing to talk about. (Also the only one whose mother died before he left to go to the Hunting Lodge). Indigo’s first line of the series is a complaint, and first impressions are always important. Thorn was probably subjected to complaints about the other clans frequently, as it is known that they don’t like each other, which is probably why he felt very comfortable calling Phoenix, in the first book, a cavecreeper, which is displayed as something you shouldn’t say, based on Six’s, and others, reactions. Even about the cave clan, who are hated by the others. Bringing it back to Indigo, he’s obviously widely disliked, Chief Karst even telling he always knew that Indigo was a total nutter, and the way he treats his own son proves it. Now Thorn resents him back, and has for a lot, most, or all of his childhood. He makes rude, (yet solicited), remarks about him, even before the others knew they were related, “He always has to be the centre of attention”, or “He doesn’t believe in allowing people to make their own choices” etc.

Now onto him and Fennec. One would assume that he wouldn’t be the best brother in the world, but in the first book, where Dog is telling them all about the cave clan leaders daughter, being torn into literal pieces, he is shocked and looks nauseous, more notably so than Six, (though obviously Twelve doesn’t care because she’s currently racist). I assume this is because this is something that could happen to his brother, and he’s not even worried about himself because he’s not attached to the desert clan anymore. He seems like he would be jealous of his brother for being better than him, as it’s clear that he’s seen as inferior by others, and he even assumes Phoenix is calling him lesser by offering him the potion instead of one of her other friends, but he and Fennec clearly have a good relationship, Fennec begging him to stay, even if they “had their differences”. His usual confidence even wavers when he’s talking about him, and he’s clearly about to cry, though he wouldn’t let anybody know that.

I will reblog and come back to this later but I can’t think of anything else currently. This was really fun though.

#fireborn #mr augustynek are you proud of me #even though it’s not about animal farm #listening to minecraft music

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dballzposting · 2 years ago

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As I’m approaching my 21st birthday I’ve been wondering how well do the Dragon ball characters hold their liquor?

I don't know anything about alcohol so I'm gonna answer like you said "alcohol" and not "liquor" specifically

TARBLE: He can and will drink so much alcohol without experiencing an effect. He is a quirky fellow and he will drink INTENSELY DIFFICULT FLAVORS with so much appreciation. He won't flinch at all. He will drink and be peachy UNTIL after a long while and much drink he will suddenly come down with a headache and have to retire for the night.

EXCEPTION: He can get wine drunk becasue I think it would be funny

EXCEPTION: When he drinks scotch he gets irritable and shitty and judgmental, but his opinions are and will always be inconsequential so it doesn't matter

VEGETA: He hates that fucking shit. He wants to like it though so he keeps trying. Mostly he avoids it because he doesn't want to compromise himself ever, but sometimes he thinks the situation calls for it so he chokes down a gin & tonic because everyone else is. He's no bartender so he doesn't know all the options and styles out there, "gin & tonic" is one of the few that he can remember the name of so he always orders it and he doesn't even like it. Meanwhile Kakarot is ordering a "virgin rum & coke."

Anyway Vegeta is similar to Tarble in that he doesn't really feel it until it makes him sick, but in a worse way because he will feel less-than and grumpy pretty early on. There are exceptions, but mostly if he lightens up it's because he chose to, not because of the drink. I do want to see Vegeta wine drunk tho so...

BULMA: When she's younger she doesn't hold it well and she's all over the place but she hardens up when she gets older and will drink with dignity and grace. And vomit in the morning

LAUNCH: She CANNOT handle senselessly sweet & fruity things because they make her NAUSEOUS and she WILL start shooting. But she can handle anything else. Her balance will go first so then she'll just sit on someone's porch and keep drinking and she usually gets sort of wistful and woeful like a cowboy ranger reminiscing about loves lost. Then she snores

NICE LAUNCH: She doesn't like alcohol but she'll try something if it's fruity and sweet.

TENSHINHAN: I can't imagine him drinking ever at all ... He does one (1) time with friends and it's crazyyy ... they hit the town and do crazyyy shit ... Chaotzu is the designated driver (he pushes the pedals with his psychic powers)

THE CRANE HERMIT: he's a floozy and a lightweight but he deosn't want you to know that so he fills his flask with cigarette juice & flour and acts like he's holding some really profoundly nasty substance really well

SON GOKU: He just falls asleep. Lightweight

SON GOHAN: He starts weeping softly and then falls asleep like a fawn in the grass. Lightweight

BEERUS: He makes bets that he can't pay out on and then he's saddled with the debt for millennia.. Every time. Not a lightweight he just goes overboard

#dballz posting #dballz asks

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 1 year ago

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i accidentally submitted the first one in the middle of writing it😟😟but can i please get a jjk and demon slayer matchup if thats too much just jjk, btw i go by she/her<333333

I have reddish brown wavy thick hair and brown eyes i usually leave my hair down but i sometimes put it in braids or pigtails , im 5'1, and have a pear body type im a female and bisexual (male preference)

My hobbies are likeee, working out, playing electric guitar, kickboxing, buying dumb shit that i dont need, baking(especially for loved ones)and i have a few other hobbies

For my personality im an istp and an aquarius if those count for anything, its hard for me to describe my own personality but some people dont get my sense of humor often and i come off as mean. Another thing that makes me come off as rude or mean is my social anxiety in public so i dont say much and i have a resting bitch face not even on purpose. I dont consider myself mean, like i genuinely love making people happy and helping them with things but my social anxiety holds me back on trying to help people and complimenting them .I only have a small group of friends that i talk to but i love them so much. I can be antisocial sometimes because being social all the time drains me, . Though when im with my friends and im really energetic, impulsive, dramatic, opinionated, sarcastic and a little annoying and talk a lot n i always wanna do things+a risk taker i get myself in trouble a lot. I hate it when i go over to peoples houses and they js sit on their phone like wtf did i even come here for ??

Some things i love are animals,doing new things, flowers, nature, horror, the color pink, anything pretty really, motorcycles, pinterest, music(especially metal or rock), incense, smoothie bowls, my friends, plushies, dressing up, halloween,long walks and a lot of other thingsssssss

Some stuff i hate are cheaters, home wreckers, talking to new people, feeling nauseous from panic attacks, fatigue, and wasps.

People tend to see me as less emotional which is true sometimes but when i love i really love hard and i dont get with just anyone and it takes me a while to fall for someone and people don't expect it from me, im so different and emotional when i love somebody and i usually just end up being manipulated, and i dont give up on people easily i try my hardest to empathize with them and work it out.

Another toxic thing is i can be overprotective and possessive in relationships a bit😭

i love love gift giving and physical touch both giving and receiving and i like making my partner handmade gifts that take a lot of effort to show i care though i also like spending money on them

I find it cute when the person im with gets overly jealous but i would never purposely wanna make them feel that way, i know how it feels and they don't deserve that. I hate it when people make me jealous on purpose because they "like it". i love being pampered but ill never ask for it

the littlest thing a person i love would do for me makes me so happyyyyyyyy

(im sorry how fucking long this is whenever i start typing things i cant stop)

(HELLO, I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO COMPLETE. PROCRASTINATION WAS ON MY ASS!! I hope you enjoy this!)

I match you with..

Gojo Satoru

- When he first meets you he’s the one that made the first move.

- Because Gojo is Gojo, he’ll tease you about your fear of wasps. You’ll be walking with him outside and he’ll suddenly be like “OH THERE’S A WASP-”

- He likes your homemade gifts and keeps every last one of them. He always has the biggest smile on his face whenever you give him anything.

- Speaking of gifts, he loves to gift you small things like flowers, your favorite snacks, etc.

- He pampered you before, but when he found out that you love being pampered he’ll spoil you more often.

- If you get sarcastic with him he’ll do the same, sticking his tongue out whenever you give him a jokingly mad glare.

- When he walks by you he likes to flick you on the forehead then smile at you.

- When the two of you are walking he almost always has an arm around you.

- On Halloween (or more like the month of October) he loves to try and scare you out of nowhere.

- He likes to listen to you play the instruments you love, always cheers you on.

- Believes that your protective side is adorable and will most definitely tease you.

Kyojuro Rengoku

- When you’re first talking to him, he figures out quickly that you don’t really like talking to new people so he always makes sure you’re comfortable.

- He admires that you don’t give up on others easily and that you love to make others happy. He tries to help you with your social anxiety the best he can. If you’re feeling anxious he’ll grab your hand and will squeeze it firmly.

- Whenever you’re feeling nauseous from panic attacks he’ll be there to comfort you. He would get you a cold drink and do whatever you want him to do.

- He thinks that your sense of humor is unique and encourages you to continue making people laugh.

- He absolutely loves your homemade gifts, he thinks it’s very very thoughtful of you to take the time to make something handmade.

- Whenever you two are out in a restaurant he always pulls out your chair for you with a smile on his face.

- He helps you stay motivated to work out and gives you some tips to help some of the soreness.

- He loves to pull you into his chest while you’re cuddling with him.

- When it’s a day off for the both of you, you two will bake together. He always insists on helping you clean afterwards.

Masterlist

#jjk matchups #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #kny matchups #kny x reader #kny x y/n #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #rengoku x y/n

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webslingingslasher · 1 year ago

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okay okay so i did end up doing something small for my bday yesterday, and discovered that i definitely will not be a drinker 😭 my friends wanted me to get drunk but the taste of alcohol is just…. like idk how other people do it! i felt like a loser LOL but i’m pretty sure i was only tipsy. i was so nauseous and my chest was burning i hated it all so much. this is all very good tho because alcoholism runs in my family so at least we know i won’t be one 😛

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me fr tho.

i am only a social drinker, i don't like the taste or the way being drunk makes me feel, however if i'm at a bar you best believe i have a double rum and coke in my hands at all times. ((add a squeezed lime, ZERO booze taste.))

but hey! i'm glad you had a little fun on ur b-day! you may have gotten the addiction gene but it's not to booze and that is a celebration!!!

#🍃 anon

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hungry-tum-stuff · 1 year ago

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Thank you for responding! I suppose you wouldn't mind indulging in a few more questions regarding your characters, I love them and find them interesting, both from a kinky and design standpoint! 1) What are their favourite foods? How much do they allow themselves to indulge? 2) Has there been any moments where characters are flustered by the other's belly or tummies in general? After knowing each other for a while, have they grown to being more comfortable with more personal stuff? 3) How do they deal with a particularly prolonged session of being starved or stuffed, either alone or with somebody else? 4) Let us know, do you have any specific fantasies that you like to imagine with your characters, OC or otherwise? 5) If you had to pick one, and there are no repercussions, which character do you want to see in real life? What might you wanna do with them? 6) Can I give belly rubs to your characters? :3

Haven’t checked my asks in awhile, but I’m gonna tackle this one!

1. What are their favorite foods? And how much do they allow themselves to indulge?

🦊 - Azeban likes things with a lot of different and interesting textures, and for a long time that was just meat. But once he’s introduced to regular food it’s all over. He’s found he likes stew the best, it does a great job of filling his belly and it can be prepared with so many different ingredients! He will take any chance he can get to stuff himself to the gills if he’s presented with a pot of stew.

🖋️ - Cecil has pretty high standards when it comes to food. He’s partial to any kind of shellfish though: Scallops, clams, shrimp, he loves seafood! He hardly ever gets to indulge in such a luxury anymore, but even if he got the chance he probably wouldn’t stuff himself the same way Azeban would. He’d eat until he’s content, even if he really wants to eat more.

🧶 - Lumen’s favorite food is tricky. Obviously there’s only one thing they can really indulge in until they’re full, but they’ve found that they adore Jonah’s baking. Cookies, muffins, cakes, they’re just such a welcome change of pace from meat. They indulge in Jonah’s cooking every chance they get <3

🥧 - Jonah loves starchy, carb-rich foods. He can’t resist anything with bread or potatoes. And he certainly isn’t one to hold back when it comes to sitting down and enjoying a meal: if he’s sitting down to eat he’s going to eat.

2. There’s less getting flustered by someone else’s belly but instead getting flustered by their own tummies. Cecil gets incredibly embarrassed whenever his stomach speaks up, he thinks the noises are impolite and that’s not helped by the fact that Azeban has very sensitive ears. Thankfully Azeban doesn’t care much about politeness. Lumen is also quite embarrassed by the noises their tummy makes, only because they’re so loud. Azeban and Jonah could care less about the noises their bellies make, they just continually worry about their friends getting enough to eat.

3. How do they deal with a particularly long session of being starved or stuffed, either alone or with someone else?

🦊 - Azeban does not handle being hungry very well. Despite having to hunt and forage for every meal, his appetite is big enough that going hungry for more than a day really saps his energy. It heightens his senses and makes him hunt better of course, but that doesn’t make the ache in his gut feel any better until he actually catches something. He is perfectly content being stuffed however, it is not often that he gets to experience a truly full tummy and he relishes every moment when he gets the chance.

🖋️ - Similarly to Azeban, Cecil is awful at dealing with hunger. He’s not used to going hungry for any prolonged periods of time, and he finds that he mentally and physically shuts down when he’s starved. He also gets pretty whiny. He’s not any better when it comes to being stuffed though, he hates the sensation of being too full that it makes him nauseous, so if he’s full for a prolonged period of time, he will also not be enjoying it :(

🧶 - Lumen, of course, is used to prolonged stretches of starvation. That’s just everyday life for them. That doesn’t mean they like it though, and they absolutely hate the exhaustion that comes with the starvation. But unfortunately, being full doesn’t bring much respite either, because when they give in and ‘eat their fill,’ they only feel guilty.

🥧 - Jonah used to be able to handle going hungry. He didn’t grow up with much, and starvation isn’t a new feeling to him. Now that he’s older and more spoiled however, he finds that it’s much harder to miss a meal and not get grumpy. As a result, he also really enjoys the feeling of being full. Being overstuffed is no big deal to him, because he knows he can just sleep it off until work in the morning <3

4. See my writing masterpost :3 That’s pretty much in line with my fantasies for these guys

5. Azeban, just so I can give him a big ‘ol hug and tell him I’m sorry for all the tragedy I’ve inflicted upon him 🥺

6. Absolutely! They definitely need it <3

#thank you for the ask!#sfw hunger kink #tummy kink #stomach growling #hunger kink #ask box #original characters #whump #stuffing

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bisexualpotatobitch · 9 days ago

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Sixth Year, a Summary: Chapter 8

Theodore Lupin

Word of advice: When your girlfriend and best friend tell you to drink your worries away, just say no.

I don’t remember much from that night, but James kept refilling the bottle. And I’m pretty sure I saw Vicky have a couple drinks herself.

I woke up the next morning on a sofa in the common room with Vicky asleep next to me. My head was hurting so badly that I couldn’t even admire how cute she looked right then. Vicky soon awoke, and we stumbled down to the Great Hall for breakfast, nauseous and in dire need of some Aspirin.

I spotted Cynthia, James, and Alice at the Gryffindor table. Cynthia was engrossed in a copy of Yes, Glitter! and James had a large box in front of him. When I sat down next to him, he shoved a piece of paper in my face and asked, “Did you know about this?”

I took the paper and looked at it for a minute. It was a poster for a band in the late 1980’s. There were four women on the poster. There was Hermione Granger on the cello, Luna Lovegood on the electric guitar, Ginny Weasley on drums, and…Nymphadora Tonks on bass and lead vocals.

“Where did you get this?” I asked James, bewildered.

“My dad sent me a box of random shit.” he explained.

“But…why were our mums in a band?” I asked, still trying to make sense of the whole thing.

“I don’t know, but that’s not all. Look at this stuff.” He pulled out two swords and unsheathed one halfway.

“Woah, do that again.” Alice told him.

“Why?” James asked, but still complied.

“The sound is just so satisfying. I feel like unsheathing those just finishes any sentence perfectly. Like, I hate mushrooms, shing shing.” Alice feigned unsheathing swords, accidentally elbowing Vincent Goyle in the eye, “Sorry, mate.” she said. He stormed away

“That’s actually so true.” I agreed, “But you’ve gotta do a voice.” He put on a deep and mysterious voice, “I want a cat, shing shing.”

“You guys are so weird.” James laughed. He put the swords back and pulled out a sealed envelope. Written on the back were things like Do not open! and Cursed! James and I glanced at each other and smirked. He put the envelope back and pulled out a coupon for Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes.

“I’m not giving this to either of you, so don’t even ask.” James told us.

“Damnit.” I muttered.

James stuffed the coupon in his pocket and pulled out the final items; a cloak and a map.

“Are those…?” I started.

“His fucking invisibility cloak and the Marauders’ map.” James said in disbelief and excitement.

His joy was short-lived, however, for Professor McGonagall stood up and said, “I suppose I owe you all an explanation for the Winter ball’s abrupt end last night. It is with a heavy heart that I have to tell you that one of our students tragically passed away during the event. Charles Zabini was a bright presence among us, and his passing leaves a gaping hole in the lives of everyone who knew him. I know that this news will be shocking and deeply upsetting for many of you, and it’s important that we come together to support each other during this incredibly difficult time. And please be patient with others, especially his sister. For those of you who wish to spend the holidays with your families, the Hogwarts Express will be departing today at noon as usual." She sat back down and conversation started up again. James turned to me, “Is that why you were stressed last night?” he asked.

I nodded. I scanned the Slytherin table for Annalise Zabini, but I couldn’t find her. I glanced over at Cynthia. She stood up and started for the door.

“Shit. Cynthia, wait.” Vicky called after her before following.

Alice picked at her roasted carrots, “If you were eating a carrot at a normal carrot-eating speed, how long would the carrot have to be for it to take an hour to eat it?” she asked suddenly.

James and I looked at her, “That…that’s a good question…” I said, inspecting the carrots on her plate.

James laughed again, “Why does this conversation even exist?”

“Because we exist.” Alice answered.

“Deal with it.” I added.

Author's Note:

Most of the items James received are from the podcast "Fanatical Fics and Where to Find Them" https://www.fanaticalfics.com

#harry potter #next gen au #next gen oc #next generation #fanfic #teddy lupin #sixth year a summary

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callipraxia · 1 year ago

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As long as I live, I will never understand why there is such a disconnect between what Guerlain’s Shalimar is to me and what it is generally perceived as/apparently supposed to be. We all agree that there is vanilla in it, but that’s pretty much the extent of the agreement between what my nose reads and what, apparently, everyone else’s nose reads there.

When I smell Shalimar, I smell two things: lavender on a base of vanilla. Beauty writer Sali Hughes has described Chanel No. 5 as “backbone in a bottle” and like a “strict and impossibly glamorous aunt,” and that’s how I read Shalimar. The vanilla is comforting, the lavender note austere. I imagine Whatever It Is I’m Smelling as exactly the kind of thing I could imagine Peggy Carter wearing after the War in the sadly prematurely cancelled Agent Carter TV show - elegant, no-nonsense, and rather English. It’s the perfect scent for days when I want to get in a very firm frame of mind.

Meanwhile, here is what the folks at Guerlain, who ought to know, have to say about Shalimar:

Apparently, when Shalimar was first released, it was considered scandalously sexy and seductive. Almost an aphrodisiac. A generally well-respected perfume critic (though I personally…don’t really see eye-to-eye with the guy very often) also says that Shalimar has “intensely smoky” and “huge animalic” notes. For the uninitiated, “animalic notes” is perfume-speak for “probably bears a distinct resemblance to either urine or feces.” It can refer to a fur smell or sweat or such, but nine times out of ten, it means it smells like you trapped a cat in a small room all day and forgot to put a litter box in there. Apparently, these notes are supposed to make people think about sex and then want to have some. I find this claim incredible and disturbing, but I’m asexual, so…yeah. In any event, though, it continues the official description’s theme of “this perfume is sexy.” Everyone also agrees that it has no lavender.

I…if I squint really, really hard, I guess I can see how my nose might have taken bergamot and iris notes in at the same time and somehow twisted the combination into “lavender.” Maybe. It sure just smells like straight-up English lavender to me, but maybe. For the life of me, though, I can’t smell anything that brings up the least hint of smoke or a dirty litter box, or even a warm furry friend. I have lived all my life with dogs and currently have a cat, so I feel I am definitely qualified to spot a fur note, and I know I’m not generally anosmic to scents that resemble smoke or bodily wastes, both of which are prominent on my list of “nope” notes when it comes to perfumes - I love the smell of woodsmoke in reality, but I can’t get along with it well in fragrance, somehow. So what in the world is going on when it comes to me and Shalimar???

I would be tempted to assume my nose just isn’t in full working order, and one of my other cosmetic experiences recently could be construed as evidence for that idea. I got a new container of the foundation I wore in high school this week and tried it on today, remembering fondly that I always looked good in it despite how much I disliked the smell of it - it’s L’Oreal True Match Mineral Gentle Mineral Makeup, and L’Oreal cosmetics all seem to have this smell that I find intently offputting. I hated it in my foundation in high school, especially since I could never get completely nose-blind to it and would catch whiffs of it on and off all day, and as an adult, I discovered it was so much stronger in L’Oreal lipstick that I cannot wear L’Oreal lipsticks. The L’Oreal Smell is a lot like the violet smell: I can tell they should be pleasant, but something about them makes me nauseous for no obvious reason. Today, though, I tried on the mineral makeup and…I smelled nothing. No L’Oreal whang, no mineral-y smells, nothing. It’s a bit eerie, if I’m to be honest. However, I also smelled some other cosmetics today and they wer exactly as expected, and I could smell my tea and my mother’s fresh blueberry bread just fine too, so maybe L’Oreal just did everyone with a nose like mine a huge favor and reformulated at some point in the past fifteen years. And I have almost never just failed to agree with the basic consensus on what the dominant notes of a perfume are except in this one case - we might disagree about whether a smell is good or not (a major perfume writer apparently enjoys pee-like animalic notes but despises my mother’s signature scent; I, er, keep a sample of Mama’s perfume around to sniff when my anxiety starts getting out of hand, but am pretty sure I’d consider it a pleasant smell even if I didn’t have that added association going on with it), but we could agree that “this smells vaguely of pee” and “that has some muguet thing going on.” Shalimar, however, is different apparently.

I keep battling the temptation to acquire samples of Shalimar from multiple sources, just to test against my own bottle. I bought said bottle from Macy’s, so I have no reason to suspect it is a counterfeit, but this is all just…odd. Since that would involve more of a financial outlay than I currently consider the issue worth, though, I just take the safe route and mostly only wear Shalimar to bed, where the lavender note I perceive seems to help me sleep after I’m done grumbling to myself about how irksome it is that my calm-down perfume is apparently everyone else’s bow-chika-bow-wow perfume and how I therefore worry about wearing it in public, where I could really do with feeling like I had a strict and impossibly glamorous aunt at my back for support most of the time. As for Chanel No. 5? To me, Chanel No. 5 smells exactly like Johnson’s baby powder…and nothing else. Pleasant enough, but sort of cheap-smelling and something which lacks the austere note I need to go along with the cuddly notes.

And thus I go on, enjoying perfume immensely but always feeling like someone awkwardly standing outside a conversation at a party when it comes to the perfume community. I don’t think Shalimar is the least bit oriental or Suggestive, and I have yet to smell any Chanel perfume I particularly liked. Indeed, they are more likely to give me headaches than pleasure, and I actually recoiled from what is supposedly one of the very best one time. I ain’t cut out for life in Perfume Town, I guess.

#perfume #shalimar #guerlain #cosmetics #fragrance #I mean I know my nose is trash because I live with a chain smoker but still….

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