#on your headphones then. like even when i politely ask for her to stop doing something because its disturbing my work she just gives me att

[rupertholmes]

u know those douchy teenage kids that u see in public that u try to get as far awar from so they wont end up bothering u ? i have to live with that every single day. its been so much worse this past week because its thanksgiving break

[ivyues]

Aishitemasu - Lee Know

Lee Know's motivation for studying Japanese might not just be due to the fans.

The practice room buzzed with quiet activity as Lee Know sat on the couch, headphones in, flipping through a Japanese textbook. His brow furrowed in concentration as he repeated phrases under his breath, occasionally pausing to jot down notes.

Han, who was lounging nearby, tilted his head. “Hyung, you're studying Japanese again? What’s the deal? You’ve been glued to that book all week.”

Seungmin walked in, munching on a snack, and smirked. “Yeah, you’re getting awfully serious about this. Something tells me this isn’t just about work.”

Lee Know glanced up, setting his pen down. “Knowing Japanese is useful for communicating with fans and interviews.”

“But it’s not just about work, is it?” Hyunjin teased, leaning against the couch. “Don’t think we haven’t noticed how your girlfriend is Japanese. Coincidence? I think not – Especially since she can speak Korean perfectly well.”

Lee Know chuckled softly, his expression calm. “Well, you’re not wrong. It’s for her too. She’s always been really patient teaching me, and I think it’s nice to be able to talk with her in her language.”

“Aw, that’s actually sweet,” Felix said, joining the conversation. “But let’s be real – she probably loves seeing you struggle with pronunciation, doesn’t she?”

Lee Know laughed lightly, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, she finds it funny sometimes. But she also says it’s cute, so I don’t mind.”

Changbin crossed his arms, grinning. “Man, you’re really putting in extra credit for this relationship. You’re like a top student trying to impress the teacher.”

“Hey,” Lee Know replied with an easy smile, “If she feels special and I get to learn something useful, I’d say it’s a win-win.”

Seungmin shook his head, feigning exasperation. “I can’t believe this. He’s so chill about being the perfect boyfriend. It’s unfair.”

Hyunjin sighed dramatically. “You’re just whipped.”

“Call it what you want,” Lee Know said with a shrug, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “At least I’m learning something new. What are you guys doing? Playing video games?”

The room filled with laughter, the teasing now good-natured.

“Okay, okay,” Han said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “We’ll admit it – this is actually pretty impressive. But don’t think we’ll stop teasing you about it.”

Lee Know grinned, picking up his pen. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

A few days later

The dorm buzzed with excitement when Lee Know’s girlfriend arrived for a visit. She greeted everyone with a polite bow and a shy smile, but before she could even finish saying hello, the teasing began.

“Ah, here she is!” Han exclaimed dramatically. “The muse behind all of Lee Know’s hard work. You should hear his Japanese now – it’s like he’s been possessed by a language genius.”

Seungmin snickered. “He’s been practicing nonstop. If he doesn’t impress you today, I’ll be shocked.”

Hyunjin leaned against the wall, smirking. “By the way, if you ever need a break from his cooking, I’m a pretty good chef too. Just saying.”

“Sure, if she likes burnt toast.” Lee Know rolled his eyes, stepping between her and the noisy members. “Okay, that’s enough. We’re leaving.”

“Already?” Changbin called out, clearly enjoying himself. “But we were just about to ask how you feel about being the reason he’s fluent in Japanese now!”

She laughed softly, covering her mouth, while Lee Know grabbed her hand and gently ushered her towards the door. “Ignore them,” he said under his breath, though his ears were a little red.

As they reached the door, Felix shouted, “Have fun on your date! Don’t forget to quiz him!”

Lee Know paused, turning back with a small smirk. “I’ll quiz you guys when I get back. Don’t wait up.”

With that, he closed the door behind them, leaving the members laughing and hollering in the dorm while he and his girlfriend finally escaped for their date.

[robilover]

silver wolf who loves fem reader so so so much? silver wolf brain rot era has not left me since 26/04/2023 😭😭 basically hcs of her love for reader? and she’s basically willing to do everything in the universe for her (maybe some nsfw of silver wolf being a bit possessive bcos she’s jealous [i personally think she’s a possessive lover 👀😵‍💫]) how do you personally think silver wolf wld be (nsfw headcanons)? HELP my request is so vague 😭 but i hope you’ll do it either way 😭😵‍💫

did you know that silver wolf is my very first limited 5-star? I also got her light cone because I was so in love with her😭 had to skip seele just for her hshaja

Lovestruck!Silver Wolf SFW and NSFW Headcanons !

pairing(s): silver wolf x fem!reader

cw: silver wolf is a streamer, smitten and possessive silver wolf, strap-on use, implied fingering, marking, dom!silver wolf, men and homophobes dni.

SFW

silver wolf strikes me as someone who just loves to spoil her girlfriend with game credits. she definitely did not hack someone’s bank accounts—

to me, her main love language is gift giving. she always shows her love to you by giving you little trinkets that are either from games, or anything that makes her think of you.. especially when it comes to games.

if she hears you saying that you want this character, or that weapon of theirs, battle pass, or anything at all, you suddenly get them.

she’s a very skilled hacker, so why not put them to good use? even if you’re against them, she wouldn’t care at all.

aside from giving you stuff you like, she doesn’t mind holding you close in her arms. she loves your warmth.

whenever she plays, she always calls for you to sit beside her.. or even her lap. why, you ask? well, she thinks that you bring her luck to her games and gacha pulls. she thinks of you as her lucky charm!

she occasionally gives you kisses whenever she feels like it. when she somehow gets her hands off of her keyboard or phone, she puts one of her hands (or both) on your body. may it be your cheeks, your waist, your hips, your thighs — anywhere. she just can’t help but want to touch you as a way to take a break from her games.

there are times that she just cups your face and tells you how cute you look, even poking your cheek with a chuckle. that little gesture would make your face heat up.

most of the time, you would catch her staring at you. what you don’t know was that she’s already gushing about you (she does that 24/7). you’d already see her faintly blushing and you would ask her why her face is red. she brushes it off by saying that it was hot in the room before turning away to get snacks from her food stash.

nsfw under the cut, read at your own risk!

—

NSFW

silver wolf may not show it much, but she is possessive towards you. she absolutely hates it when people hit on you, may it be in games, in her streams, or in real life.

if she sees someone hitting on you in game while you’re both playing, you could see her gripping her mouse/game console/phone so tightly, almost like she could break it if she continued to apply force on them. she would mutter under her breath on how she’d hack their accounts if they don’t stop.

if she’s on stream and you could be seen by the camera, her chat goes crazy over you—basically thirsting over you. it would make her grit her teeth as she tries oh-so politely to tell her chat to calm down, it’s just her beautiful girlfriend and you’re all hers.

if she couldn’t handle it anymore, she abruptly ends her stream and turns to you, as you were just laying on her bed. she would look at you with hunger and immediately removes her headphones and pounces on you, which resulted in you squealing.

when she’s possessive and jealous, she tends to be rough.

you would have bite marks all over your body—your neck, collarbones, shoulders, stomach, thighs—basically anywhere that she has access to. after all, she loves to show everyone who you belong to.

silver wolf loves it when you moan her name. it encourages her to fuck you so hard until you could barely even form a single word other than her name. for her, it’s an ego booster.

she would make you cum countless of times using her fingers. and if you’re overstimulated enough, she decides to use a strap-on. a big one.

she’d pound into your cunt so harshly that the room would be filled with your loud, whiny moans and skin slapping against skin. she’d grunt and groan at your moans, her face buried into your neck as she places kisses on your skin to make you whine under her.

she would grumble how you’re hers and no one else’s between thrusts and grunts, her hands grasping tightly onto your hips.

silver wolf surprisingly has quite the stamina, that the both of you would last for hours on her bed.

once she’s satisfied, she becomes awfully and surprisingly? gentle.

her aftercare would be gentle kisses on the marks she left on your skin, whispering praises into your ear at how well you took her and that she loves you so much. she also loves how fucked out you look that she sensed that you could barely register anything that she says.

in the end, she cuddles you close to her heart while whispering sweet nothings into your ear until you fall asleep in her arms (probably passed out) <33

[lucifers-rubber-duck]

hazbin crew with a reader that died in modern times and like somehow a song from modern times starts playing (idk fanfic magic 🤷‍♀️) but it's like cpr or wap or something and reader just knows every word to it. idk if you would consider this nsfw cuz i just consider it like kinda crackfic type energy but if you don't then just delete this lol

Characters: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Husker, Angel & Lucifer.

Warnings: None I guess.

A/N: I think it's funny, lmao, I cannot take any song with sexual lyrics seriously. Thanks for the ask anon.

𖤓Charlie

• Charlie may be thousands of years old, but she knows how to catch up with new times, slangs and trends.

• She's not very used with songs of the human realm tho, most songs that they have in Hell were made right there. But there are some occasions were a Succubus will record their own cover of a human song since they can travel there and back.

• So when the voice of Verosika Mayday starts singing CPR on your headphones, you can't not sing along, the main reason you started listening to her is because she does these covers. You don't even try to sing quietly, you're just going all out.

• Charlie doesn't know how to react well to sexual situations, be it a sudden porn commercial with Angel that decided to pass on the TV, random posters with nudity on the streets or even songs. So when you hear you sing explicit lyrics she does panic a little.

• She would politely ask you to lower down your voice, she wouldn't forbid you from listening to your music, especially if it is something that reminds you of earth, but she does want you to be a little more quiet with those suggestive words.

𖤓Vaggie

• If she heard you singing anything like that she would first give you a harsh look and cross her arms from the other side of the room, she does not enjoy how explicit you're being but Charlie said to not cause problems with the other members of the hotel.

• The second time she listens to you sing like that she snaps and grabs your phone away from you, scolding your and saying that if you want to stay in the hotel you'll have to behave and that those songs are against what the hotel stands for.

• She's very passionate on making Charlie's dream come true and will try to do anything in her power to ban stuff that resembles sin from the hotel, she already couldn't get rid of the bar, at least she can put a stop to vulgar songs. That causes some minor conflicts between you both.

• And don't even try to explain that it is a song from your period of time and that is just fine from where you came from on earth, she'll not listen and still say you can't listen or sing to those songs anymore. You resort to only listening to them in your room.

𖤓Alastor

• I think it's no surprise that Alastor dislikes anything that resembles modernity, he hates the annoying picture boxes, the noisy rectangles that people carry around, and of course, he hates the newer songs as well.

• When he hears you sing any song that has sexual connotation he rolls his eyes in annoyance and lowers his deer ears, he gives you a death stare and makes sure to show he's annoyed. He doesn't get why you listen to that instead of classier music like jazz.

• He would first try to be the polite gentlemen that he is and gently ask you to turn the volume down, but if you keep doing it you can say goodbye to your phone, he's going to burn it or at least break it.

• He's a man that loves the old fashion and doesn't want frivolous modernity to ruin anything in his little theater of hopeless souls that is the hotel. You better never play those songs around him again or a broken phone will be the least of your problems.

𖤓Husker

• He already has to deal with Angel being his annoying self and always being vulgar with him, the moment he realizes he'll have to deal with you too he's going to try and ban you from the bar and tell you to stay a 5 meter radius away from him.

• He's just so done with everyone's bullshit, he doesn't care that it's a modern song and that reminds you of home or that some fancy Succubus is the one singing it; he's going to shoo you away from his sight of view.

•That only makes you want to annoy him more to be honest. You normally either team up with Angel to stress the shit out of him with a improvised karaoke at the bar or make Niffty get the song stuck in her head, she spends a lot of time around Husker and making her sing while she works close to him always makes him give you a death stare.

•Simply putting, there's now a banned sign with your face in the bar's wall and he gave Niffty permission to stab you if you stepped too close to it and now you have to say sorry to Husker if you want to ever have another drink.

𖤓Angel

• This man does not care in the slightest that you're singing a song with explicit words, in fact, I believe he actually knows the lyrics as well, he's the only one that listens to pop songs on a daily basis and is more used than anyone else at the hotel with more modern human songs.

• You two would be karaoke buddies, even if the karaoke is at your rooms in the hotel, or literally in the lobby. The moment a song he likes starts playing he'll pull you with his arms and start singing with you.

• You two mainly do that to annoy Husker at his bar, you two make a poor bartender deal with two drunk people singing something like CPR weekly. He doesn't trust you both on the bar on Fridays anymore.

• Songs are the way you both bond, he likes your vibes but when you two sing is the moment he knows he can just be himself without being judged or called a whore for a moment.

𖤓Lucifer

• He secretly listens to his songs. He has been alone for a long long time, he has listened to multiple types of music genres and heard everything, he just enjoys having music on the background while he does anything else.

• He's kind of surprised when he listens to you singing, Charlie told him you died very recently but he didn't imagine it was that recently. He thinks it's a good idea to try and start a conversation with you about you similar tastes in songs, that's how you make friends after all.

• After some practice on what to say and not just be a complete mess in front of you, he starts the conversation, you two actually get along pretty well, you're surprised someone as old as him listens to such recent songs and actually knows artists like Verosika.

• He's pretty chill about the lyrics, but will ask you to tone it down a little while singing to not disturb the other people at the hotel.

[sweet-creature101]

New York Streets & Dreams

Harry Styles, a classic New York law firm grump meets a wild spirited girl, Y/N when he argues with her on a road intersection.

Grump!harry; a grump x sunshine trope.

warnings: mention of alcohol, swearing. Suggestive language.

The songs playing in your headphones pumped your head with a string of melodies. You hum with a smile on your face, riding your bicycle in the warm sun taking in the city around you. Your paint splattered hands, still a bit wet grip the bicycle handle as you steer it around the city.

You steer around the busy and bustling roads, whisked away in a world of your own. You paid no heed to the rushing cars, staying near the footpath. Many had often told you not to cycle, especially during rush hour since the streets would be jam packed. “Walking, driving or going in a cab isn’t the same as cycling y’know?” You’d always say when the question was risen as to why you cycle.

You were about to turn right when a series of honks stops you right in your path. You yank down your headphones harshly and look around, an annoyed look beginning to form on your face.

“You!”

You whip your head to meet that voice. You see a man, dressed in a blue blazer over a white shirt with trousers step down from his Mercedes, his face morphed into a furious expression.

“What?” You ask harshly, your bicycle still parked right in front of his car.

“Look around woman! I would’ve run you over.” He shouts at you over the loud traffic.

“I was on my side of the lane. You’re the one who decided last minute to take the turn!” You yell back with equal anger as you meet his steel gaze, your own unflinching.

“You had your headphones on! If you would’ve looked around, we wouldn’t be here!” He said, even more annoyed than before now.

“What do you want? You know what, I offer you my sincerest fucking apology! Leave me alone!” You said, your coloured hands flailing in the air.

“An apology? Thats not good enough. You need to be aware of your surroundings.” He countered, his arms crossing over his chest.

“And you need to chill out. It’s just a traffic jam!” You exclaimed, your voice a pitch higher.

“You don’t understand! I almost ran you over!” You were certain that the man in front was giving out literal smoke now.

“Yeah, well I’m still here so calm down.” You said sarcastically. Your hands come down and rest at either side of your hip.

“You’re unbelievable. I can’t do this.” He said, huffing out a breath of disbelief.

“Fine. Suit yourself.” You said shrugging as you sat on your bicycle. And began to cycle.

“Watch where you’re going!” The man yelled for the last time.

Harry checked his watch again and again, contemplating if going out with his friends was a good decision considering how his utter shit his day had been. He had reached his office late because of a mishap that involved him arguing with a pretty girl in between a traffic jam which earned him an earful from his colleagues.

He looked around the neon street, the coloured lights metling into the dark night sky above him. He wondered, when he was the last time he went out with friends. When was the last time he went just as Harry, not as a top shot lawyer? When was the last time he didn’t think about work?

He couldn’t remember.

“Harry! I’m so happy you made it!” Lindsey, smiled and encased him in a hug.

Lindsay had been begging Harry to join her and her friends since the last two months. Harry as always, had politely refused saying that his workload was far too much. However, Lindsey wasn’t short of surprise when Harry called her late this afternoon and said he wanted to join her.

“I’m only here so that I don’t have to deal with you for the next two months.” Harry said rolling his eyes playfully. Lindsey smacked his arm and dragged him in the club.

It was large semi circle couch nestled in the back corner with a mammoth sized round wood table fitted in it like a puzzle piece.

Lindsey dragged Harry all the way to the back of the club where he spotted a few familiar faces. All of them waved to Harry and Harry said to hi them.

“Where’s Y/N?” Lindsey asked as she slid onto the seat.

“In the washroom.” A friend, Niall said before downing a shot in one go earning an impressed looking from Harry in return.

“You’ll love Y/N.” Lindsey said, winking at Harry who was still standing. He only gave her a slight smile.

Harry was about to go to the washroom before a voice boomed, seeming quite familiar.

“You! Oh my God you’re stalking me!” You yelled at him, your face showing how furious you are. Everyone at the table stopped eating and drinking because all their focus was fixated on you.

“What the fuck!” Harry said, his eyes widening at the accusation you hurled at him.

“You try to kill me first and now that I’m alive even after your murder attempt, you decide to do the deed here.” You said, referring to his attempt at ‘mudering’.

“Are you stupid?” Harry asked you in utter disbelief.

“No but I have a gun!” You said, not realising that you hadn’t even brought your purse with you tonight.

“Yeah, well where is it then?” Harry asked you, crossing his arms as he eyed you up and down like a predator assessing his prey.

“It’s none of your business!” You yell at him, realising that he caught you lying red handed. You size him up, your arms crossing over your chest.

“So I guess you two have met already. Harry this is Y/N, Y/N this is Harry.” Lindsey murmured from her side of the table, the overhanging lamp illuminating only a small part of her face.

“For the record, you and I know both know I didn’t try to kill you.” Harry said, his eyebrows raised as a wary look danced in his eyes.

“Fine.” You said.

“Great now that’s over, let’s get this party started!” Niall yelled, with excitement as the whole table broke out in a couple of hoots.

As the night proceeded, you downed drink after drink and danced like there would be no tomorrow. The lights flashing around you merged into your skin. The music blaring around you was pumping life into you.

In the corner of your eye, you see Harry who was leaning against the wall, a drink that he had been drinking for the past half hour still in his hand as he looked around with a bored look etched on his face. You walk toward him, your steps much more confident now because of a few drinks you had.

If your circumstance wasn’t so compelling you might have thought Harry to be quite an attractive man. You could make out the sculpted muscles of his biceps and abdomen through his shirt.

Harry watched you intently, drinking in your frame with every movement of yours. He didn’t fail to notice how wondrous your body looked in that little white dress you paired with a metal chain waist belt which had blue stones engraved on it, resting on the swell of your hips.

“You look as if you’re at a funeral.” You snickered, coming to stand close to him. Your forearms touch and you feel your focus narrow to the sparks of fire you felt coming from there.

Harry let his lips show a sliver of smile, a chuckle coming out of him.

“Ah well I’m not really in the mood to dance or party tonight.” Harry said shrugging slightly.

“What! You’re at a club, with such amazing people. Come on, if you’re not gonna dance on your own then dance with me.” You said smiling at him as your turn your face to look at him, admiring how the dancing lights accentuated his eyes and upraised cheekbones and his plush lips.

“You’re drunk, arent ya?” Harry asked you.

“It takes me more than three sleazy drinks to get drunk.” You said patting his arm.

“Well, I can’t really dance.” Harry said, evidently stalling like a five year old.

“It’s about having fun Harry.”

Those words somehow snapped a leash on Harry which he didn’t know existed. You extended your hand towards him that he gladly took.

Harry never knew he could have that much fun. He danced all night with you, drinking to his hearts content and screaming every song that played, even the ones he swore he’d never listen, ‘stupid pop music’ he called those same songs.

His hands were on your waist now and you broke out in a string of giggles, the alcohol in your system heightening every feeling. Harry looked at you and marvelled at your face, how pretty it looked and smiled at you softly drawing you closer to him.

“If you hadn’t tried mudering me this morning, I would’ve called you handsome y’know.” You said flicking his nose.

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to murder you.” Harry said smiling.

“God, you’re so handsome Harry.”

Harry woke up with a groan as he clutched his head. He looked around and found himself in a room he couldn’t recognise. There were sun catchers hanging from the large window which was installed, as large as a wall casting sparkles all over the room. There were plush colourful stuff toys strewn all over the orange couch opposite to the bed he found himself in. He looked over and saw you sleeping.

The sight of you alone nearly knocked out his breath.

You slowly you open your eyes and once the realisation hits, you scramble out of the bed, looking at yourself and then Harry. You were in an oversized tee shirt of yours while Harry was in a pair of boxers.

“Did we?” You ask him, standing barefoot at your wooden floor.

“No, we were too out of it.” Harry said looking at you.

“Oh thank God.” You sighed, your shoulders slumping. “Wait, it’s not like I don’t want to do it with you, seriously don’t take it that way-”

“Hmmm.” Harry hummed, clearly amused with your state of chaos.

“I dont want to do it with you if we’re like.. drunk and all. I’d rather be stone cold sober.” You said.

“I’ll keep that in mind Y/N.” Harry said chuckling.

“Oh my God I’ll just shut up.” You said, covering your face with your hand.

Harry looked at the time and got up, stretching. You avoided the urge to look at his sculpted arms, chest and stomach but you managed to sneak in a few glances.

“I’ve got a case to prepare for. I’ll text you in a few.” Harry said as he buttoned his white shirt.

“You don’t have my number.” You said.

“But Lindsey does.” Harry said shrugging.

He wore his trousers and grabbed his stuff. Before leaving he ran a hand over your hair playfully. He then snaked an arm around your waist and tugged you towards him. You bit down a gasp at the sudden movement and closeness that was now there.

“I’d kiss you if i wasn’t so late for work.” Harry said.

“Are you making excuses Harry?” You said, peering up at him as you rested your hands on his chest.

“I’m waiting for the right moment Love.” He said.

He dipped his head and kissed the corner of your lips. He slowly moved his lips over yours. You could feel them hovering over yours. You could imagine and feel how kissing him would be like, sparks running down your bones and veins.

“I’ll see you.” Harry said, kissing your cheek before leaving for work.

You felt yourself melt into a puddle of emotions and glitter as you sank to the floor with a youthful smile on your face.

Harry, in all his corporate glory was late to pick you up tonight. Meaning, he had no time to change his clothes which is why he stood at your door, in his black trousers and ruffled white shirt, a single rose he plucked from his office garden dangling from his hand.

Harry most positively hated everyone. He hated large crowds. He hated too much colour. He’d rather live life in black and white but you brought about a change. A change dripping with colours and laughter and undiluted joy.

He rang your doorbell which was splattered with coloured fingerprints, probably yours.

“Hi.” You said, emerging out of the apartment which was installed above your art studio where you took classes and painted by yourself.

“You look beautiful.” Harry said, as you dressed up in a short white satin skirt which you paired with a yellow top. Your cowboy boots clicked with every step.

“You look like… you came straight from work.” You said chuckling.

“That’s because I did.” Harry said as he handed you over the single rose, already whitering.

“Cute.” You said.

———————

Harry looked around the restraunt, sitting opposite to you. It hadn’t occurred to him how silent and how much of a grump he had been all evening. You observed him silently, waiting for a sliver of conversation to appear between you two.

“Get up.” You said, breaking Harry out of his daze.

“What?”

“Did I stutter? Here’s my half of the bill, give yours and let’s get the hell out of here.” You said callinh a waiter, giving her half as you waited for Harry. He handed her his half as well and stood up and followed her out.

———————

Harry had no clue you bring him here out of all the places he could think of. You handed over Harry his rollerskates, a devious smile on your face.

“No.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked around the skating rink, purple lights flashing all over his face.

“Come on, don’t be a sour sport.” You said lacing your shoes.

“We could have had a nice dinner-”

“Not with you ignoring me all night Harry.” You shot back before he could finish his sentence. “I don’t know what was bothering you but now we’re here. You’ll only have fun if you let go.” You added gently.

“Fine.” Harry said as he laced his shoes and stepped into a rink.

Harry holds your hand as you guide him, picking up pace gradually. You smile at him as you leave his hand and circle around him, twirling like a small child. You let out a laugh as Harry yanks to his side, almost making you two fall down on the ground.

“Harry!” You squeal as his hand reaches your waist and pulls you towards him.

“What?” He asks, feigning innocence, gliding with you effortlessly. You jab his side causing him to let go. You poke your tongue at him and skate away backwards, your eyes at him.

Harry tries to skate as fast as you but ends up almost tripping. “Come here Y/N!” He says, from one end his face full of joy.

You slowly glide towards him and interlace your hands with his. You pull him towards yourself this time and rest your arms on his neck, a smile on his lips at your movement.

“You look very beautiful tonight Love.” Harry said, an idle coming to rest at the curve of your back.

“You happened to mention it earlier.” You said blushing.

Harry looked at you and realised how much you meant to him. He realised that he in fact didn’t how to have fun or let loose before he met you. Hell, he’s even rollerblading with you. Harry felt free. Harry felt himself. Harry felt at home.

And perhaps that’s why he kissed you.

His hand reached out, cupping your cheek while the other reached the nape of your neck. His touch sent shivers down your spine. And there it was, without a word he kissed.

Harry kissed you and the world slowed down.

In that moment, all colours merged into one. Your focus narrowed down to the entirety of the kiss and how it felt to move your tongue against his, savouring him slowly and sinfully.

Harry pulled away and looked into yours. His being a pool of utter joy and happiness. He picked you up slightly, sounds of laughter of coming out of the two of you.

“It’s the Rollerblading, I tell ya.” Harry said smiling.

You were sitting in your art studio all by yourself when the bell rang. You found it peculiar since you had no classes scheduled today. You wiped your hands off a towel and opened the door to see Harry, dressed in normal clothes for the first time in months.

You and Harry had been meeting on and off for a quite a while now. Kissing him, cuddling him, simply staying with him brought you happiness and same was for harry. You saw him open up to new things like dancing in the rain, going to McDonalds at midnight, screaming songs and appreciate life.

“How can I help you today?” You ask him, your arms coming to rest at either shoulder as he pulled you in and kissed you hard and slow.

He pulled away and shifted on his feet.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him as you sat back on your seat and began finishing your painting.

Harry fished out a piece of paper and started reading, a smile of amusement on your face.

“Y/N, you’re the reason I feel no shame in singing at the top of my lungs or at skinny dipping late night. You make me live. And I know I’m not what you want and I know I’m an arrogant son of a bitch but the minute I saw you at the intersection, I knew was I fucked. So-” Harry stopped mid way, crumbled the letter and looked at you, his gaze unflinching as he asked, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes. A thousand times yes.” You said as you ran over to him, your painted hands grabbing his face as you kissed him with all your might.

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[down-the-rabbit-hole-charlie]

Ravaged

Warning : Explicit. Suggestive. Minors keep out.

It wasn’t like you wanted to work late at the library on New Year’s Eve. Your coworker had asked you to cover for him, and you had had no choice but to spend your Sunday night in the library. But, good thing was ? Nobody was around to judge you when you put your headphones on and played your music while reading the book that—you had decided earlier on—would be the cure to your boredom. You were so deep into your reading that you failed to hear the telltale doorbell ringing to announce a new person entering the library.

However, the person’s shadow soon cast over you and you immediately looked up in surprise.

"Oh sorry. I didn’t hear you come i—" You stopped talking instantly when the stranger slowly turned towards you and you realised that the man was the infamously known killer…Michael Myers.

He had a bloody knife in his hand and you stared at each other for a few seconds before you got out of your momentary stupor.

You merely had a few seconds of contemplation as to your next move.

Alright.

He had not stabbed you to death yet. He seemed rather calm for now. And if you were to make any sudden or unwanted movement, it would surely be the end of you. So, you coughed before offering him a polite smile. "W-What can I do for you, sir ?"

He didn’t reply.

You stayed silent for a few seconds before walking around your desk to face him.

"Hum…Would you like a tour ?"

He tilted his head quizzically and you took it as a yes before walking ahead towards the different aisles—telling him about the different types of stories available.

"Here we got history. There we have non-fiction. Science fiction. Fairytales…"

As you were introducing him to the different book sections, you failed to notice him stopping in front of the fairytale aisle. He then seemed to look at the multiple books in display before he slowly raised his hand to grab one and leaf through it with a curious gleam in his eyes. Once you noticed it, you smiled as you stood next to him to look at what book caught his eye.

"Oh. Alice in Wonderland, huh ?" Your smile widened. "Nice choice. It’s actually my favourite."

He didn’t say anything, but he did let out a small grunt in response before suddenly thrusting the book against your chest. You frowned in incomprehension before Michael pointed towards a sign which read:

Voice lecture available.

Your eyes widened and you were a little taken aback as you understood what he wanted. The man surely didn’t know how to read, so he wanted someone to read to him. You were about to tell him this was usually for children, but decided against it. You gestured towards one of the soft cushions in the room and he reluctantly complied to your silent request. It was actually quite funny to see the great Michael Myers sit on a cushion, his body all hunched and his size comically gigantic in comparison with the one of his seat.

You sat in front of him and opened the book before you started reading to him.

"Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?'"

You looked up at him—wondering if he was still listening. And you found his eyes staring straight at you. He was listening attentively. You were even surprised by how still he was. He looked like a statue…but statues didn’t grunt. And he did grunt in order to make you understand that he wanted you to keep reading. You complied.

"So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her."

He was hung to every word you spoke—his eyes fixed on your lips as you spoke. There was also this childlike wonder in his eyes, but you didn’t forget the knife.

You kept reading.

"There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, `Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge."

As you kept on reading, you were more and more invested in the story and seemed to forget Michael’s presence altogether. You knew the story and it was fun to put some acting into the voice and gestures. You knew Michael Myers wouldn’t laugh. But, he still appreciated it somehow. He seemed so focused and the knife next to him seemed to have been forgotten as he started relaxing.

Suddenly, there was a ringing and you realised that it was time to close up.

You looked at him.

He didn’t seem in any hurry to move…

"I’m sorry but I have to go. I’ll come back shortly."

He nodded understandingly and you went to close the door. When you came back, your eyes widened as you saw the book he was holding. He was…looking at the book you had been reading before he came in. You quickly attempted to grab the book—out of shame.

Wrong move.

Michael thought you were trying to attack him and slapped you so hard that you went flying against a bookshelf. You winced in pain as the back of your head hurt and you weren’t sure if you ought to get up again. You weren’t given a choice.

Michael grabbed you by the throat and raised you up in the air—blood dripping down your forehead.

"No ! P-Please ! Stop !"

But Michael wasn’t stopping. He grunted again and tightened his grip on your throat.

"Please…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…to frighten you. I just didn’t want you to look at the book…It isn’t...the type I would recommend you."

The book wasn’t innocent and it had been a rather instinctive manoeuvre to get the book out of his hands. You had even forgotten he couldn’t read.

Finally, he calmed down and released you.

You fell to the ground and gasped for air as he forced your head up, shoving the book in your face. You immediately understood what he wanted and shook you head.

"Wait…This is not the public kind of material. You won’t like it."

He didn’t take no for an answer and soon enough, you were reading from the pages of the book you didn’t want anyone to know about.

"She moaned and gasped as her lover kissed her neck and his hand took hold of her delicate form…" You started before continuing—your head hanging low in shame. It was embarrassing and the more you read, the more Michael seemed to stare at you. It was unnerving. At the end, you were so mortified that you just slammed the book shut and dared to shout.

"Alright. No more. If you wanna kill me, just do it. But enough with the humiliation." You declared and closed the book in a hurry.

He grunted.

He didn’t seem pleased by your decision.

He grabbed you by the waist and slammed you against a wall. His knife was back in his hand and he pressed it against your throat. You thought the nightmare would finally be over…but Michael decided otherwise.

He almost ripped off your shirt and started squeezing and pinching your breast while you were trapped into place. He had a firm grip on your neck and it was almost painful as he started rutting against you like an animal.

He groaned and grabbed your hand to press it against his manhood. When you tried to remove it, he squeezed your throat a little tighter and his eyes focused on the wall behind you. He wasn’t even looking at you. It wasn’t about you. It was about fulfilling a need.

He made quick haste of getting rid of the rest of your clothes and didn’t bother removing his. He just unzipped himself and didn’t bother checking if you were ready.

When he entered you, he growled in annoyance as he had trouble fitting his size into you. It was like trying to fit a tree trunk into a pencil sharpener…You tried to tell him, but he didn’t listen. Michael was patient and if he had to spend all night making you take him inch by inch ? Then he would…

But then, you started screaming and his eyes widened as the sweet sound of pain. He dug his thumbs into the skin of your hips painfully. So soft and loud. He could already imagine how sore your throat would be if he was to use your windpipe as a cockwarmer…The same you had used to read him all those lovely words.

He let out a quiet moan at the thought before taking you off his cock to plunge into you again—but with purpose. He wanted to hear your voice. Your lovely soft voice turned to moans and pants…Yes. Quite like that…He started panting himself as sweat ran down his face. The mask was making it difficult for him to see you, but he didn’t need to.

"P-Please…" He thought you were going to ask him to stop again, but other words got past your lips. "…Don’t…Stop."

His eyes widened as he suddenly stopped to look down at you. It was the first time he was actually looking straight at you and what he saw made him delve into you like a mad man. The sight of your pleading eyes, red cheeks and pouting lower lip was enough to make him reach within him for the fire of hell himself and make you band over a table to reach deeper into you than you thought humanly possible.

You hung onto him for dear life as the monster man kept pounding into you and pressing his whole weight against you. Good thing you had meat on your body, because it was easier to grab and make his recurrent movements faster. He took handfuls of your thighs and let out guttural groans as he kept moving back and forth desperately. He was acting like a savage beast and his hands groped and grabbed every inch of you as he tried to find the best way to reach completion as fast as possible.

But at the same time, your voice made him want you to ride him for him to witness every possible noise you could ever make. He wanted to hear them…make you his lullaby.

He forced you to look at him as he took you and instead of kissing you—he pressed his thumb against your lips. He then almost pried your jaw open as he thrusted his thumb inside your mouth—making sure you kept moaning and whining for him. He also loved to feel the softness of your tongue underneath his thumb. Each sound sent a vibration and his thumb could feel every single one of them—creating a rhythm with the movement of his hip thrust. It was almost…beautiful. You were beautiful.

Suddenly, you came with a scream that could wake up angels and he grunted as he felt you. And how beautiful it was…He kept going and grabbed your cheeks to lift you up and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck to hang on for dear life.

His knife fell to the floor as he started pounding into you. His face was covered and in your haze, you decided you wanted to see more.

You removed his mask.

His eyes widened at the realisation and he was quick to turn his head away. He wanted to pull away, but you forced him into place as you started moving against him. Michael—driven by pleasure and desire—roared and moved again. He bit your shoulder and made sure you couldn’t see his face when he came deep inside you and stayed there until he was truly and unequivocally done.

He then pulled away and his eyes momentarily met yours. You didn’t say anything. Neither did he. You were both breathing heavily and once you could stand…you picked up your underwear and started walking away. But, the giant didn’t let you. He grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you back to him to kiss you fiercely.

You were shocked. But then, you felt his tongue meet yours and it was as if he was trying to devour every sound you could make. He wanted it all…and you would give him all.

Before you could even begin to comprehend what was going on, Michael had thrown you to the floor and knelt behind you.

You glanced back and your eyes widened at the way he was looking at you. Then you noticed his member being straight in your line of vision. Before you could as much as let out a peep, he had grabbed your thighs to impale you.

Your nails dug into the soft carpet underneath you as you let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Michael smiled.

…Sing. Sing for me, little Alice…

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for asking my mom to stop singing?

okay so a couple months back i (a uni student) moved out of my old apartment and back in with my parents while i try to find a new one. the only issue is, since i first moved away, my parents had moved into a smaller house than they had when me and my siblings were growing up. they now have their bedroom and my dad's study, but no additional bed or guest rooms. for this reason, i have been sleeping on their living room couch.

my mom also doesn't have a room of her own, so her laptop is also in the living room, as is mine. so basically the living room is our shared domain for the time we spend at home. i have class and friends to spend time with, so i'm away relatively frequently (though i'm on winter break now of course), while my mom is retired and is at home basically 95% of the time year-round.

me and my mom both listen to music a lot and our tastes do not overlap basically at all. i listen mostly to indie, folk, rock, the kind of stuff white queer kids love, while my mom's music is almost entirely soulful christian pop about big j and stuff.

up until recently, my mom didn't wear headphones. she'd play music directly from her laptop speakers. this obviously bothered me somewhat, but i hadn't said anything about it. recently (i.e. a couple weeks ago) i asked her if she'd consider starting to wear headphones, which she has for the most part, though sometimes she forgets. i just kinda let her do whatever if she does, i haven't mentioned it again since.

so that's the first time i asked my mom to be quieter, and i don't think i'm an asshole for that. my worry is about the second time. you see, over the last week, she's taken to singing along to her tunes. maybe she did that before and i just didn't notice over the actual song itself? anyway, i can definitely hear it now.

and of course it's not the best musical performance, it's a lady with little singing experience belting along to her favourite songs, but it's not really about the quality of the singing. i don't like the music she likes and would prefer not to listen to it, is all.

today, whilst she was singing, i gently asked her: "could you stop singing?" i didn't mean forever, just in that moment. i really tried to say it in a nice way, and i don't think i sounded particularly rude? it should be noted, though, that my parents do seem to think of me as some kind of sensitive sally intent on criticizing every little thing they do. that feeling does kind of go both ways, but i admit sometimes i can be harsh on my mom, because she can be overbearing and a bit neurotic, and i don't really get to have the space i wish i could, especially not now when i'm living with them.

anyway, so i ask: "could you stop singing?" and my mom says something like "okay- well, i would prefer not to." the way she said it really made it sound like i had hurt her feelings. so i said, "okay. that's alright. you can sing." she stopped singing and has been sort of running around for the last 10 minutes or so restlessly doing random things.

my parents are that kind of people who are really really deep in "politeness" and genuinely baffle me since i'm autistic (like, a couple of days ago we had some leftover cake, and my dad straight up forced me to take half of what was left over even though i said i didn't want it. i still don't really know why?) so i'm sure even though i said "okay, nevermind then," my mom didn't believe me.

while she was running around doing random things, i told her, "sorry if i hurt your feelings." and she said, "oh, it's nothing." i genuinely don't know if i'm in the wrong here. i feel like, on the one hand, this is a space we have to share, and i should have the right to ask her not to make noise (i always wear headphones and never sing along to music or vc with friends when my parents are around), but on the other hand, it's her house, and she should have the right to sing in it, right? i don't know.

TL;DR: i asked my mom to stop singing in the only space for our computers in the house and i'm pretty sure it upset her. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[stevesbestgirl]

It is so damn cute watching the other littlest look after the little baby reader.

Like the one with the football game. How little Peter looks after her. That was adorable!!! I couldn’t stop smiling.

I do like how they regress to a younger age.

Would love to see more little baby reader with more cute scenes with her daddies but also the other littles and caretakers.

Headphones put on her when it gets loud. Maybe at a gala and telling a loud douche to be quiet. (Badarse scary protective mom Nat).

Please please would you write more protective badarse stucky.

How would all the avengers especially stucky and maybe even the other littlest react if the baby reader was taken? After all the others are littles but still heroes while baby doesn’t have any powers (or does she) ;) 😂. Seriously though imagine the littles all finding out baby has been taken and then the door where the others are opens and the littles are no long littles but pissed off Loki. Scarlett witch , Spider-Man etc.

So sorry for writing so much. Just really love your fics. Can’t wait for any more you write. I hope you have a lovely day 🌸

Ohmygosh, this is so sweet, please don't apologize! I love hearing what people like about Their Girl 🥰🥰

I don't usually do requests, but your ideas are great and I got a little inspired ❤️

Safe

Daddy!Stucky x little!f!reader

2989 Words

Warnings: brief swearing, crybaby reader (as always), sfw age regression

In the early days, you never left the compound; your daddies were protective. They didn't want anything bad to happen to you- or for you to run into someone who might recognize you; that could be just as damaging to all the work they'd done to make you happy.

But eventually, as trust built, they started taking you out in public. First the zoo, like they'd promised, and then other places. Soon, you were allowed to tag along when they went grocery shopping and trips to the park become normal. You even had a special day at the mall with Steve.

You trusted all of the adults to keep you safe while out and about; you remembered one of Tony's fancy parties where a man had drank so much that he was shouting, despite the soft music and low hum of chatter in the room. Bucky had only agreed to bring you to that party because Tony promised it would be quiet. But the man was determined to be heard by the pretty girl he was talking to, though she didn't seem to want to talk to him.

You knew your daddies were close by, so you tried to be brave, politely tugging on his jacket and asking him to use his inside voice. But the girl saw her opportunity to leave, disappearing while his back was turned and then he got annoyed.

"Who brought a fuckin' kid to this party?" he called out to the room, making you shrivel beneath all the attention he was drawing. "Honestly, can't a guy even get laid-"

It wasn't Bucky, or even Steve, who marched over and put themselves between the two of you, it was Natasha. "You need to tone it down."

The man had smirked, giving her an obvious look up and down, "That's not the only thing that could stand to go down." He clearly thought himself quite smooth.

When she didn't fall down at his feet, he added, "Why? This yours?" He tipped his chin derisively at you, scorn plain in his tone. You winced; you didn't understand why he was being so mean, but you knew he was.

"She's not the problem here." You knew Natasha's warning voice well enough to recognize it, but this man was either too drunk, too stupid, or too distracted by her pretty face to notice.

"She's a problem for me." He reached in your direction, like he was going to push you away, drawing a resigned sigh from Nat.

Natasha caught his arm, twisting it to a funny angle and making the man cry out, "Then I guess I'm your problem too."

By then, Steve had noticed, steering you away and shielding you from the ruckus, but you peeked out just in time to see Nat take the man down, not even mussing her hair. Steve stayed close for the rest of the night, thinking you were traumatized, but you were really in awe of Natasha. Looking at your daddies, it was obvious they could protect you. But Natasha was much tougher than she looked and she hadn't hesitated to step in to keep you safe.

You had murmured a shy thank you to her later in the evening, to which she smiled, "Of course, dovey. We take care of our kids, don't we?" She'd kissed your forehead and you realized that you were part of their family; they would all take care of you, just like they did their own babies.

The adults had collectively decided that taking more than one baby out at a time warranted at least two caregivers. They weren't taking risks with such precious cargo after all.

Generally, things went smoothly. Surprisingly, Loki was the one who tended to get into trouble when out and about, but you were still very grateful to be allowed; you weren't about to rock the boat now. Not that good intentions would keep you out of trouble.

You hadn't meant to wander off in the store, but it wasn't like you went out often- you'd forgotten how easy it was to get swept up in the crowd. Especially with Thor and Tony as chaperones; Thor's supervision wasn't quite as comprehensive as many of the others and Tony tended to get distracted by Peter. It wasn't until you were shuffled away from the group, distracted by the pretty backpacks on display, that you realized they were gone.

Looking up from a sequined one you'd been admiring, you realized you were all alone. You'd always heard that you should stay put when you were lost, but that seemed kind of silly. After all, you knew you'd been with the group back by the clothing, so you shouldered the backpack you wanted and made your way back there.

But there was no sign of any of them. And now you were a little scared; when was the last time you were alone outside the compound? Just asking yourself the question unearthed the faint memory of your nightmares, which hadn't plagued you for quite a while now.

With a whimper, you climbed inside the clothing rack; it was stuffed full and provided excellent cover for someone who didn't want to get grabbed by a stranger. You camped out among the clothes for a few minutes- only long enough to realize that if someone had come back to look for you, they wouldn't know you were here. So you cautiously climbed out, keeping an eye out for any kidnappers.

You waited again, but what if they'd come to check for you while you were hiding? You might have missed them. Or what if they hadn't even noticed you were gone? What if they left without you?

You knew you shouldn't go out in the parking lot alone; you were supposed to hold someone's hand. You weren't even sure you remembered where the van was parked. But the little voice in your head insisted that if you weren't by the car when they came out, they would leave you behind.

Looking carefully both ways, you took a step into the lot, but you were quickly pulled back, an unfamiliar voice barking, "Where do you think you're going?"

Wheeling around, you were gazing at a grumpy-looking security guard whose badge read "Bennett." Locating your voice, however muted, you answered, "I got lost."

"Mm. And I take it you were going to pay for that bag too?" He didn't sound particularly accommodating.

"I don't have any money, but-"

"I thought so," he grunted. "Come with me."

Far be it from you to argue with a security guard; your daddies had told you to be wary of strangers, but there were no other grown ups around. So you tearfully followed Officer Bennett back inside and through a set of double doors. Behind those, everything was gray and dirty- it wasn't pretty like the rest of the store. But he kept walking, towing you firmly by the arm until you were in a tiny security office.

Entranced by the wall of TVs, you forgot you were in trouble until he snapped his fingers, "Sit down." You dropped into the chair against the wall.

He stood while you sat, hands planted on his hips, looking down his nose at you; he thought you were a thief. But nothing you said made a difference; he had an answer to everything, a way you could have been lying. He started asking for your information: your name, your birthday, where you lived. But you knew you weren't supposed to tell him those. So you told him that.

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."

His face twisted into a mocking sneer, "You've got to be kidding me."

Missing the sarcasm, you shook your head earnestly, "I promise I wasn't tryin' to steal-"

"I don't want to hear it. Unless you're going to tell me your name, I don't want to hear a peep out of you."

Intimidated by his bad attitude and his badge, you went quiet. You sat in the uncomfy, wooden chair, kicking your feet and watching the security cameras. You were compliantly quiet, at least until you saw a familiar face on one of the many screens. "Wanda!"

"That your name?"

"No, but-"

"Don't care then."

"But-"

"Shut up."

Surprised, you replied again, voice thick, "That's mean."

"Don't care." He turned back to his computer, making a pointed effort to ignore your sniffles and hiccups as they became more and more pronounced.

You debated about running away, but you weren't super like everyone else; you couldn't do anything. The small amount of relief granted by the knowledge that they hadn't left you behind- at least, not yet- didn't comfort you in the face of utter helplessness.

You tried to stay quiet while you cried, finding Wanda on the cameras again. You could at least keep an eye on her. Wanda looked right into the camera and you wanted to believe that she saw you, but you knew that wasn't how cameras worked. You watched her lean over and mutter something to Peter, who, in turn, whispered something in Loki's ear. You couldn't see Tony or Thor on the screen anywhere.

You did a quick scan of the other monitors for the grown ups and when you returned to Wanda's, she was gone and so were the others. You'd lost them.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat before speaking, "What's gonna happen to me?"

"Don't know."

"Am I goin' to jail?" Would Steve and Bucky be able to find you if you got arrested?

"Maybe." He sounded like he was entertaining the idea.

That prompted you to cry in earnest- you didn't want to go to jail. You could usually admit when you'd done something wrong, but everything that had happened today was an accident. You were a good girl.

Your internal monologue cut short at a knock on the door. With a heavy grunt, Officer Bennett heaved himself out of his chair and opened it, positioning himself between you and the other side, so you couldn't see past him. Whatever he saw on the other side gave him pause, then he slipped through the gap in the door and closed it behind him.

You were alone in the security office. And Officer Bennett had left his cell phone on the desk.

You scrambled over and were amazed that he didn't have a passcode on it. You remembered Steve complaining about how tedious it was to change that setting. Figuring it was an old man thing, you thanked your lucky stars and managed to open a text chat.

It had been a long time since you used a cell phone for anything other than games or taking pictures and even those typically had Steve or Bucky over your shoulder, telling you what to do. The last time you'd owned a cell phone, holo-screen tech didn't even exist.

You did, however, know your daddies' phone numbers by heart. They were now well versed in positive reinforcement. So you'd gotten a canopy for your bed in return for reeling off their phone numbers without any mistakes after weeks of practice and positive encouragement.

You dialed those numbers with shaky fingers, glancing over your shoulder to make sure the door was still closed. You weren't good at texting, though you dimly remembered being good at it once.

You typed out, "Help." "Scared." You wanted to type "officer," but you couldn't spell it, so you backpedaled, breaths coming faster as fear of being caught settled over your shoulders. You typed the name of the store instead and sent it, even though you knew you'd spelled it wrong.

And then you remembered to send your name as the doorknob rattled, so you only typed half and hit send before tossing the phone back down on the desk and getting back in your chair. You were barely seated when the door opened and an irritated-looking Officer Bennett shuffled back in, still carefully blocking your view. Once the door was closed, he clicked the lock.

He turned around to sit back down and noticed his phone- not even close to where he left it. Slowly turning his head to face you, he asked low, "Did you-"

You were trembling in your seat, but he cut off sharply, head turning to stare at the doorknob, which had started glowing with odd, red light. You were close enough that you could hear the faint clicking of metal on metal.

He looked at you, "What are you doing?" His face paled further as an eerie green glow seemed to seep in through the cracks around the door, "S-stop!"

He shrieked and you ducked your head as the door burst open and hit the wall with a crash. You suspected it had cracked the cement wall behind it.

Tentatively peeking out from under your hands, you squinted at the dust that had come loose at the impact floating through the air. Then Loki stumbled inside, closely followed by Peter and Wanda.

Loki ignored the terrified Officer Bennett, straightening indignantly, "Don't push."

Wanda rolled her eyes, "You were the one who had to be first." She smirked at him, "Feels good to save the day, doesn't it?"

"Why don't you-"

"Guys?" You finally found your voice, though it was still thin and trembling.

"We came to save you," Peter piped up.

"By the gods, what you have you three done?" Thor's voice echoed over Wanda's shoulder, just out of your sight.

Then Tony's voice, "It's bad enough I have to pay these insurance premiums when there's a crisis, now I can't even do my shopping without something getting broken?" You couldn't tell if he was serious or joking.

Tony ushered the others out, extending an arm to you, still in your seat, "C'mon kid, let me sort this out." You hesitantly stood, waiting for the guard to stop you, but it seemed like Officer Bennett was in shock because only Tony spoke, "That's it, come on. Let's get you out of there."

He steered you out of the office and back into the main store with Thor, who hoisted you off the ground and onto his hip, "Trouble always seems to find you, doesn't it, little one?"

You stared at him, suddenly nervous, "Am I in trouble?"

"No, you aren't in trouble. Don't worry, the grown ups are handling it."

Ten minutes later, you were all back in the car. Your backpack had been paid for and was in the trunk with the other bags. Your carseat was in the back row, as Peter's occupied the middle. Loki was in the backseat with you and Wanda in the middle with Peter.

You kept your voice low, hoping Tony and Thor wouldn't hear over the classic rock playing on the radio, "Thanks for saving me." You left a pause before admitting, "I was really scared."

Wanda surprised you by rolling her eyes, "Of course we would never let anyone take you away. You're our friend."

"We love you, pretty girl," Peter added, the only one who was very free with that particular word.

You glanced at Loki, who looked almost guilty, giving you a reluctant nod, his cheeks flushed silver.

You smiled and nodded, settling back into your seat and contemplating a nap. But Tony pulled off the highway early, stopping at a little diner. You were allowed to unbuckle yourself, so you climbed out of the van with the others, staying close by while Tony got Peter out too.

"Uncle Tony, are we having dinner?" Wanda chirped.

"I was thinking about it, but if you guys aren't hungry-"

Wanda took the bait, "I am! But what about Mommy?"

"You can bring something back for her, sound fair?"

You tugged on Tony's sleeve, "Me too?"

"You want to bring something back to Natasha?"

"Uh-uh, for my daddies."

"No need, squirt." He pointed behind you and you saw Steve and Bucky coming up the sidewalk from Steve's car parked a few spaces down.

"Papa!" You took care to get on the sidewalk before running over to them and jumping into Steve; you weren’t taking any chances on getting in trouble for running in a parking lot. But you hadn't realized how badly you needed to see them after something like that until they were there to make it better. You were safe with your friends, but things were better with your daddies around.

Steve held you like he'd had a scary afternoon too, pressing a frantic kiss to your forehead and holding your head tightly into the crook of his neck while he hugged you, "My sweet girl, are you alright?"

You nodded, "It was scary, but Wanda and Peter and Loki saved me."

Steve buried another kiss in your cheek, "Lucky for that security guard they did, or he would've had to deal with me-"

"Steve, it's done. Tony handled it," Bucky reminded him.

Steve grunted his understanding, a sure sign he disagreed but couldn't be bothered to argue; he had his baby back now.

Bucky leaned in to kiss your forehead too, "Let's get you something to eat, hm? Being a felon is hungry work- I'd know."

Steve rolled his eyes and Bucky grinned. Peter chimed in, reminding the three of you that everyone else was waiting, "We can get lots of food, my daddy is paying."

Thor cheered, which prompted Wanda and Peter to copy him, drawing a laugh from Steve.

"You know Pete, I'm starting to think you're only here for my money."

Peter's indignant reply was the beginning of another tangent, leading to more teasing and more laughter. And as you sat in a too-small booth, sitting on Steve's lap and blowing straw wrappers at Wanda and Loki, you realized that your bad day, as with all the bad days that had come before it, wasn't worth remembering because you were the happiest you could ever remember being.

[alohajun]

♡ THE SEVEN STAGES OF FALLING FOR YOUR BEST FRIEND — PARK JEONGWOO

jeongwoo x fem!reader | wc : 2k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, childhood best friends to lovers, fluff, angst, swearing, playful teasing, mentions of food, crying, mutual pining (?) | request : hi can i makes request? childhood friends to lovers with jeongwoo (cut off to not spoil the plot)

ACT ONE — PROMISES

“you know, it’s crazy how one day we could be hanging out on the rooftop for the last time and we wouldn’t even know it.”

you muttered, hugging your knees as you turned to look at your best friend, park jeongwoo.

he scoffed. “like i’d ever let you stop having our daily catchup sessions on the roof,” he quipped, shaking his head. “you are stuck with me forever, love.” jeongwoo smiled, reaching out as he invited you into his embrace.

“well, good.” you chuckled, finding solace between the brunet’s arms. “because i’m not going anywhere, woo.”

“ooh, is that a promise, missy?” jeongwoo inquired, raising his brows.

you smiled, nodding. “yeah. we are gonna be besties forever and always.” you never felt more sure about anything than when you made the promise while watching the moon.

“forever and always, indeed.”

ACT TWO — OBLIVIOUSNESS

out of all the drama club traditions, melancholy mondays were definitely jeongwoo’s favorite. 

it was when the drama club would get together and watch a movie that would somehow have most of their members in tears. and as sadistic as it sounded, jeongwoo enjoyed those days the most.

why, you may ask?

well, it was because there was something about you crying like a baby while being held by jeongwoo that did things to his heart. 

he always waved it off as finding you adorable — which was without a doubt the truth — but there was something else to it too.

but jeongwoo just couldn’t put his finger on what that feeling was.

just like clockwork, every monday, park jeongwoo sat right beside you, enveloping his arms around you while you watched the drama club’s weekly sad movie, wiping away your tears as if it were his profession.

“why would he do that?” you cried, gripping tightly onto your best friend’s shirt. “they could’ve been so good together.”

jeongwoo nodded, patting your head softly. “could they, though?” he asked quietly. “he loved her enough to know it was the right thing to do. i would do the same, honestly,” he muttered.

you turned to look at your friend, your lips quivering at the thought of him not being there for you ever again. “don’t say that.” you teared up instantly, sobbing as you were pulled into his embrace.

jeongwoo winced, regretting his choice of words. “shit, i’m sorry. you know, i didn’t mean it like that,” he apologized.

sumin chuckled as he saw the two best friends, exchanging knowing glances with jinsik. “you can’t tell me they aren’t dating.” he raised his brows, skeptical.

“you’ll be surprised.” jinsik laughed. “that’s how they usually are.”

“like a couple?” sumin inquired, shocked at the response.

“exactly like a couple.”

ACT THREE — PROTECTIVENESS

“wow, such a gentleman you are.” you scoffed, frowning at your monitor, as you listened to the unsolicited curses from a fellow gamer. “could you speak one sentence without a curse word in it?”

jeongwoo paused his game as he looked up from his phone, brows furrowed in concern. “hey, love. what’s wrong?” he inquired, immediately at your side.

you pushed the mic upward with a sigh. “the guy’s just a sore loser. he started cursing everyone out, and when i told him to stop, he just targeted me,” you explained.

“hand over the headset, please?” jeongwoo didn’t even wait for your response, taking your headphones off before wearing them himself. “hi there. could you just repeat what you just said?”

you couldn’t help but crack a smile, amused at how polite jeongwoo was when you knew he was most definitely getting cursed out by the other guy.

“woah, dude. calm down.” he chuckled, shaking his head. “you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“woo-” you tried to cut him off, not wanting him to get into a virtual fight unnecessarily because of you. “please.”

jeongwoo raised a hand to stop you, raising his voice as he spoke to the gamer guy. “no, man. you listen to me!” he exclaimed. “you may as well whisper in my friend’s direction; i will hunt you myself. good riddance.” he ended the game, shutting down your setup.

you bit your bottom lip, worriedly glancing over at the male. “woo, are–” you spoke, pausing when jeongwoo looked at you with furrowed brows.

“don’t let anyone speak to you like that ever, love. if they cause trouble, just let me know. i’ll take care of it for you, okay?”

ACT FOUR — COMPANIONSHIP

you let out a sigh for the umpteenth time as you felt your best friend poke your side, fisting your hand on the table to calm yourself down. 

for the past half-hour, park jeongwoo seemed to find happiness in poking the side of your waist. the way he could distract you from getting your work done in class made him chuckle.

his actions earned snickers from the backbenchers, but he was more accomplished upon seeing your adorable frown every time you turned to look at him. 

one more time. just one more time, and i swear–

“park jeongwoo, i swear i am this close to–” you seethed, holding your index and thumb together with just a sliver of space between them. “-ripping your fingers out of your hands, for real.”

the class fell into a pin-drop silence at your outburst, followed by your teacher kicking you out of the class along with your best friend.

despite your whining about how you did nothing wrong, you found yourself outside your class, mustering the harshest glare you could as you faced the one who got you into this mess.

you really wanted to be angry at him; you really did. but alas, one look at each other, and the two of you couldn’t help but burst into a fit of giggles.

fuck park jeongwoo and his fucking handsome face.

jeongwoo smiled. “damn, stop looking at me like that; i’m blushing,” he teased. “i might just think you want to kiss me, love.” he chuckled, his shoulders bouncing as he laughed.

“oh, you think about that a lot, don’t you, park?"

ACT FIVE — UNREQUITED

“will you just shut up and eat this, y/n?” jeongwoo sighed, not wanting to give up on his attempt to make sure you were properly getting your meals.

you whined. “woo, i’m literally carrying our team right now. one wrong move and we lose, so can’t i please eat later?” you asked, hoping he’d listen to your pleas.

“you’ve been telling me that for the last hour. i’m not falling for that again.”

“woo, please. come on, don’t be like that.”

jeongwoo shook his head, grabbing your collar as he pulled you closer. “i’m ending this game right now, guys,” he said into the headset. “i need to make sure my girl gets her meals,” he stated, and with a few clicks, he ended the game like he promised.

it made you laugh, seeing how the bare proximity between you and your best friend knocked the air out of your lungs while he seemed absolutely normal. his gestures, his words, his behavior — everything drove you crazy.

you didn’t really know why you felt like this, but then again, you knew exactly why.

“my girl, huh?” you focused on something else to distract yourself. “didn’t know i was yours.”

jeongwoo chuckled, nodding. “you would love that, wouldn’t you, love?” he quipped, clearly teasing you.

fucking hell, yeah, i would. 

ACT SIX — REALIZATION

park jeongwoo sat between his friends, hands fisting in anger as he tried to register what they were talking about.

why would y/n date someone and not tell me about them?

“nah, but like, the way he asked her out was also cute, though,” sumin stated, noting the way jeongwoo’s expressions changed with every word he spoke. “with all her favorite snacks and those cute little notes.”

jinsik snickered, understanding what his friend was trying to do. “yeah, honestly, they are super cute together too,” he agreed. “i can’t believe it’s been one month since that day,” he added, instantly getting the younger male’s attention.

“wait, what? one month? y/n’s been dating him for a month?!”

“yeah, you didn’t know?”

jeongwoo scoffed. “of course i didn’t fucking know,” he grumbled, poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

“i mean, it’s understandable.” jinsik shrugged. “hyunwoo is a mutual friend of you and y/n, so maybe they wanted to keep it low-key in case it didn’t work out.” 

why would you date one of my best friends and not tell me about it, y/n?

“no, it’s not understandable!” jeongwoo stated, raising his voice angrily. “how can y/n just date someone and not tell me?!”

“you are mad at y/n?”

“well, wouldn’t you be mad at your best friend if they were dating someone behind your back?”

sumin couldn’t help but smile, shaking his head. “actually, if i were you, i’d be mad at hyunwoo.” he shrugged. “you’ve known hyunwoo longer than y/n, so why are you mad at her?” he asked.

jeongwoo fell silent at his friend’s words, not understanding the logic himself. 

exactly why was he mad at you more than hyunwoo? 

though you were both his best friends, jeongwoo knew hyunwoo longer, so it was confusing as to why he was mad at you more.

“are you mad at y/n for not telling you?” jinsik inquired, raising his brows as he looked at jeongwoo. “or are you mad at yourself because all it took was a stupid lie for you to realize you like her?”

“huh, what?”

“y/n’s not dating anyone, jeongwoo. we just made it up because we know you like each other, but you were just too oblivious to notice it,” sumin admitted. “you like y/n, jeongwoo.”

yeah, i guess i like her. quite a lot, actually.

ACT SEVEN — CONFESSION

park jeongwoo stood outside your house, going over the words he wanted to tell you in his head.

after that chat with his friends, the brunet couldn't help but feel like an idiot, realizing how stupid he must've made you feel with his words and actions.

and all it took was for his friends to lie to him, for him to realize he had fallen for his best friend.

before he could gather the courage to ring the doorbell, you opened the door, having seen him standing outside for quite a while now.

for some reason, your best friend was distancing himself from you, and you didn't know why.

and now that he was finally at your doorstep, you approached him first before he changed his mind and ran away.

"woo," you softly muttered, cracking a small smile at him. "is everything alright? you haven't been answering any of my texts or calls properly lately."

park jeongwoo felt his heart break as he heard the disheartened tone in your voice, followed by the little pout on your lips.

"i'm sorry, love. i really am."

"n–no, it's alright. i just–"

"i'm sorry for not realizing it sooner." jeongwoo shook his head. "i'm sorry you had to think i never felt anything for you."

your eyes widened in shock, head tilted in confusion as you looked at the male standing in front of you.

he nodded, seeing your confused look. "i like you, y/n. and i was an idiot to not have realized it earlier," he admitted. "i like you very much."

"really?"

"yeah, we were always best friends, and i never thought i'd have to lose you to anybody. but the thought of you looking at someone else the way you look at me drives me crazy, and i wouldn't be able to live with that, you know?"

you teared up a little at his words, realizing they were truly heartfelt. you had never felt more loved by the way he looked at you, eyes filled with affection.

"so, what i'm really tryna ask is," jeongwoo paused, taking a deep breath, "would you kinda sorta maybe wanna be mine?”

“i’m yours, jeongwoo. forever and always yours.”

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[itonashi]

WHAT THE HELL.

pairing: twin!shidou ryusei x fem!reader

warning: injuries, buff woman, fighting, cussing, harsh jokes, reader is shidou's twin, doesn't follow the blue lock timeline.

notes: this is my first ever shidou ryusei request in wattpad and i don't know if i will do it well... as the request is quite unrealistic but it's ok lol as i remembered that ibara (from ensemble star) have gone through it too. so it's not that unrealistic ig. first of all idk much about sports so don't expect to much when i explained somth... a small fic for once bc i have no idea to produce for shidou 🔥

i never, ever want to go back to that hell hole ever again. a military camp, yeah yeah. after 6 years, finally. im free from that place. this is my time to relax and enjoy japan.

these two just won't stop fighting! they can never get along at all. how the hell can those two creat a chemical reactions together? they're unpredictable.

"fuck you, bug boy."

rin wipe the blood off his nose, letting out a 'tch' sound.

"this is a big surprise."

an unknown woman's voice came out of nowhere. the attention was all on her. lazily scanning through the players. the players know that the woman emit some frightening aura. a scar on the woman's left eye was what they first noticed about her.

"ugh, ryu..."

a hand wrapped around her head, she grunt at the sudden force on her. "are you not happy to see me?"

"yeah yeah, im happy to see you." you scoff with a slight annoyance voice. you brushed off shidou's hand from your shoulders.

all eyes on you.

curious to know who you are. curiosity filled their thoughts since you are close with the demon. shidou ryusei — your twin brother or from the blue lock's player perspective 'the demon'.

you weren't even budged from shidou's strength on you.

"are you the temporary coach that ego-san sent to us while he is away for now?" isagi asked with a smile on his face, showing off his politeness.

"you're right."

"tomorrow, you guys have a practice match with real madrid. a perfect opportunity for you, itoshi rin." you stated. after some months of you coaching them, rin have a little beef with you. just slightly as you were related to shidou.

you basically saw him gritting his teeth at the mentioned of the soccer team. the determination he have is amazing.

upon arriving in spain for the practice match, you were excited to see the person your brother have been gushing about and won't shut up in the plane earlier. he was so annoying, you had to wear the headphone provided.

shaking hands with the coach, and introducing yourself to him with a slight smile on the face.

you scan the players and suddenly your brother run past you and greeted the reddish brown hair with beautiful turquoise eyes player. the latter, unfortunately look annoyed at shidou's presence.

"yo!"

"i cannot believe this..."

after some talk towards the coach, you walked towards the duo. "what the hell." itoshi sae said upon seeing you. he look back and forth towards you and shidou. he sigh at the similarities on appearance that you two have.

"you're quite pretty for a boy."

and that's the first thing you said to itoshi sae.

oh boy, looks like he have two shidou now.

note: ummm, im so sorry for the lack of words in this one. i have no motivation right now. yk, how crazy it was last week i think. school started and yeah.

[spicyclover]

None of you

Summary: Friend, become love, become stranger. 

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Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

For years, you have been friends. You can always see each other whenever you have time off. It wasn’t easy, but you thought you could someday become something more. You always had feelings for Lando. Well, for as long as you can remember.

You always fancy his curls and his sweet smile. The way his eyes shine when he speaks of something he loves. You loved it when you cuddled and when you spent time together. Just the two of you. No responsibilities, no homework, no families. Just you and him. 

And it was like that for many years, but life went on, and he started getting increasingly popular, and you haven’t changed. You stayed the same old you. Maybe it was you, the problem after all. Never changed and always had the same ambition. 

And then you saw on the internet that he had found someone. For some reason, you couldn’t be happy with that. You didn’t want to be happy, and you were upset, and you were sad and angry. 

After weeks of ghosting you, he finally said he couldn’t come to your birthday. Well, it’s sad because your birthday was a month ago. You didn’t reply, and he didn’t pursue. 

You still saw some time to time the news about what he was doing with his girlfriend. And each time, it hurts more. She was so much prettier and skinnier than you, and she is a model. It makes you sad because you still see his mom at the market or library, and she’s always lovely and warm to you. 

The last time you saw her, she even asked you if you wanted to come to Lando diner return. You politely refuse, and without losing any seconds, you start walking away. Walking far from your pain. 

You came to cross them during their trip here, but you pretended you didn’t see them even though Lando screamed your name. “Oh, how much you miss hearing his voice calling you.” You want back home crying. You know you love him, but you can’t pretend to be friends anymore. 

Months passed, and the season changed. October was already here, and you walked down the street to the grocery store. You headphones on, you listen to your music, living in your own world within your thought and dream. 

You didn’t notice something calling your name. It’s only when he grabs your arms that you turn yourself quickly towards him. You are a bit shocked to see him here. You didn’t have the time to take out your headphones, and he already did with his hands caressing your cheeks. 

You blushed, but no words came out of your mouths. He invited you to take a coffee, and you wanted to refuse, but he was already dragging you across the other side of the street to the nearest coffee shop. 

Coffee in hand, you didn’t want to stay put, so you start walking down the street to the field. You didn’t really say much to him. He tried to make some conversations, but you stayed quiet. Putting yourself mentally away from him. It took you months to return to your old self.

“Why did we suddenly stop speaking?” Finally, ask Lando. 

“Because I found out I was an option, Lando,” you say with a clear voice looking him in the eyes. 

He didn’t say anything for a few minutes. You were strangely really calm about this. Maybe that’s part of growing up. Being able to control your emotions more. 

“Luisa and I...”

“I know, your mother told me.” 

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You ask, knowing that he just saying that because he knows you're upset.

“I didn’t want to hurt you...”

“You already did, Lando.” 

[elisysd]

Get to know you – Samantha Harvey

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

TW: mention of panic attacks

You can tell me what you like We should jump right into the personal facts

“Oh Lyanna I’m so happy you finally made a friend!”

“He’s not a friend mom, he’s just my neighbor” she answers, scolding her mother while a soft smile is playing on her lips.

“Still, he’s a human being and you barely interact with people nowadays. I consider that as a progress!”

“I’m talking to people mom! It’s kinda part of my job, you know.”

“I meant willingly talking to people, Lya.”

Lyanna sighs. She is not really a social person. She only talks to people when she has to. She had never had a large group of friends. She only has three close friends that she has known since she was a kid and have been part of her life ever since. She could trust them with her life and she considers them as family. She told her mom that she had work to do and hung up. It didn’t matter if it’s half true.

She should not have talked about Charles to her mom. She will keep asking questions about him and force her to interact with her neighbor. It’s not that she was not interested in talking to him, she simply didn’t see the point of it. She will leave soon, why would she make a new friend? Her psychologist would scold her. Lyanna, you need to put yourself out there, you need to meet new people, you need to trust people. Not everyone will stab you in the back.

But a part of her wanted to prove to her mom that she was fine, that she was not alone and was following her psychologist advice. Then again, it’s not entirely true but what her mom didn’t know couldn’t hurt her, right?

She glared at the grocery shopping bags that were waiting for her in the entrance and without knowing how, her mind drifted to Charles. A good neighbor that is new in the building should try to be civilized and polite. She should go out and properly introduce herself. That’s what she was supposed to do, right? At least, she thought so. She had never done that in the past. She didn’t know how to interact with normal people. She never goes out if she doesn’t have to. Hell, she used the delivery option usually when it comes to grocery shopping. The only people she talked to are people related to work. Castmates, directors, make-up artist, hairdresser and so on. When it came to people stopping her the rare times, she was outside by herself, she put her Lyanna Michel’s mask. She was never just Lyanna, even more rarely Lya. She could feel her anxiety rising.

She reached for her phone; she plugged her headphones and almost as if she was turning into an automatic mode, she opened the application that her psychologist advised her to download when she was feeling like she was losing control. She breathed in and breathed out following the calm and soothing voice of the woman in the app.

Once she had a clear head and her breathing was steady, she opened the cupboards of her kitchen and unpacked the groceries from the bags. Food always made people happy. She wouldn’t go wrong with a cake as a “hi I’m your new neighbor” kinda thing.  At least that’s what she thought.

Two hours later she was standing in front of Charles’s apartment, a plate of chocolate muffins in her hands. Taking a deep breath, she knocked and waited. Maybe he wasn’t there? Maybe he was working? Maybe he had friends or family over and didn’t want to be disturbed? Maybe he had a girlfriend or a boyfriend? Fortunately for her (or unfortunately depending on the point of view), Charles ended her inner monologue by opening the door.

She definitely was the last person he thought would stand in front of him. He was not expecting anyone, he took his afternoon to train at home on the simulator and intended to go through his notes of the first part of the season later. Maybe go out in the evening with friends if he could find someone that was up for it. Having his neighbor over was definitely a surprise. A nice one. Out of his acquaintances, she definitely was the one he expected the less to show up at this door.

He could see that she was uncomfortable. A doe caught in the headlights would appear less frightened than her at the moment. She was shifting uncontrollably from one foot to another and her gaze was everywhere but on him.

“Hello, hi, hum… I don’t know if you remember me. I’m your neighbor, the one who lives above you and… anyway. I made muffins. Not for you specifically. I mean, you can have one if you want. Or many more, I won’t judge. What I’m trying to say is: I baked in order to introduce myself to the neighborhood and since you’re the only one that I already know I thought that I would start with you. But if I’m bothering, I can come back later. Or never. Just tell me.”

“Come in” Charles simply said.

“What? For real?”

“Well, unless you plan of eating all that by yourself here. I mean, suit yourself but sitting down would me much easier” He joked.

She nodded and followed him inside. He guided her towards an open kitchen, well equipped with sleek counters. It was way too much clean and perfect for her. As if he wasn’t using the kitchen a lot. Maybe he was the type of person who prefers ordering food online or he wasn’t at home very much.

She left the muffins on the kitchen’s bar and sat on one of the stools while Charles took two glassed from one of the cupboards and poured two glasses of water. She wasn’t feeling drinking anything other than water to be honest, her throat was dry from the anxiety.

“So you’re new to Monaco.”

It was not a question; it was a statement and it threw her of her feet a little.

“Yes, I came here because of work. I live in London originally.”

“Really? That’s so cool. Are you a Londoner born and raised?”

“Oh no. I moved there five years ago. I’m French.”

NB from the author: From there let’s pretend that all their conversations will be in French, I’ll still write them in English for obvious reasons.

“So this is where the accent comes from! It’s not noticeable at all, I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what accent you had. But still, it’s there.”

“And you, are you from here?”

“Born and raised. Couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. When did you move here”

“Two weeks ago. Didn’t go out much, spent most of the time in the apartment, working. If I’m being honest, I find it hard to enjoy living here. Everything screams money everywhere. I don’t like that. Sorry.”

“Maybe you just need someone that is from here and could show you around.”

“Are you talking about you?”

“Well, yeah why not? I don’t have much to do anyway. So, you’re up for it?”

“I don’t know. I’m really busy and being out in public is not something that I like... I have to think about it.”

Seeing how uncomfortable the topic made her, Charles decided to change the subject. Deep down he knew that it was going to take up a lot of convincing to persuade her to let him guide her around Monaco, but he was determined to make her love his city. Or at least, make her tolerate it.

“So you said, you are here for work. Can I ask you what you do for a living?”

As soon as he mentioned her job, he could see a shift in her posture. Well, he seemed to know exactly how to make her at ease…

“I’m working in the entertainment industry. What about you?”

There was all the confirmation he needed. She didn’t know him. As in Charles Leclerc, F1 driver for the Scuderia Ferrari. She didn’t strike him as a F1 fan anyway in the first place, but you never know. Still as she seemed to be careful with how she was talking about her job he decided to do the same. She was nice and he didn’t think that she would run to the first tabloid if she knew what his job was, but still. Better be safe than sorry.

“I’m in the automobile industry.”

“Oh, great. Don’t know much about cars. I don’t drive and I don’t have my license, so I won’t pretend to know exactly what your job implies. Do you sell cars? Are you the one that is selling all the Ferrari I see in Monaco?” She joked.

“Well, kinda. But not really. I mean, I’m not the one to blame for all the luxurious cars around here.”

“You are really evasive about your job.”

“I could say the same thing about you.”

“True… Let’s say that my job always seems to attract bad people around me, or made me loose some people that I considered as friends.”

“Yeah, I know the feeling… sometimes I feel like my job is the only thing that defines me. People don’t look above it. I’m often reduce to it. It can be tiring but I got used to it by now.”

“Exactly! I hate that…”

A long silence followed the discussion. Charles didn’t want to rush her. He didn’t know her but he quickly understood that if she was going to talk, it would be rather on her own terms. She drank the rest of her water and contemplated the emptiness of the glass, clearly lost in thought. He right leg was bouncing. She seemed to fight he own battles inside of her. It was something Charles knew all too well.

“I know that we don’t know each other, but if I’m telling you what my job is, can you promise me to not run in the opposite direction?” she began, not looking him in the eyes.

“Not only I promise you, but also I will tell you what I do as well.” He reassured her softly.

Another long pause.

“I’m an actress.”

Seeing that Charles was not reacting, she continued.

“I came in Monaco to shoot a romcom. I’m here for three months. But maybe you saw me in the last Steven Spielberg movie, I got nominated for an Oscar for it. I don’t to want you to think I’m bragging or anything, it’s just that I want you to understand why I’m so secretive and don’t like too personal questions... I don’t want my private life to leak in the press. It happened once and it was a horrible, horrible time. So yeah… I’m very careful of who I let in in my life.”

“I’m a F1 driver. I drive for Ferrari. I travel around the world most of the year and sometimes it gets lonely. In no mean do I say that I fully understand how your job impacts your life but from my experience, I know that when you reach a certain level of fame, your entourage changes a lot. It’s harder to trust people. You never know why they are with you. But I don’t think that closing off from the rest of the world is healthy. In the end, you’re still a human being. We’re not above anyone.”

“That’s what I’m working on with my therapist. I don’t know much about F1, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t. I don’t watch a lot of movie, I don’t have the time even I would love to, so I don’t think I’ve ever seen something you’re in.”

“You don’t know how much it means to me to hear that. It’s refreshing.” She smiles softly as if he had taken a big weight off her shoulders.

“Maybe I will try to look you up online. I’m curious now. And maybe you could watch your movies with me? What do you think?”

“Only if you teach me some things about F1 and cars.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

[projectbluearcadia]

Prologue

Letter

To my dearest Lucifer, There are no words that I can say to you, other than "I'm sorry." I have grown to hate myself to a degree that I fear would cause you endless suffering. Ever since my "death," I have slipped further and further from my humanity to become an cruel existence driven only by my own desire. It is a selfish thing. A terribly, irrevocably selfish thing. But, after all, I think Elizabeth was correct, both in the past as well as now. I have never been selfless once in my life. Maybe this was expected from the moment I entered the Devildom. Maybe you've been putting on an elaborate act, as much as I don't want to believe it. I have done too many things I regret. I ask with every fibre of my being that you do not look for me. I ask with every ounce of my soul that you forget about my existence. This is our parting. Te amo. Annelie Glasgow

[ 6 weeks earlier ]

Annelie: Lucifer, you really are unbelievable... I can't believe you asked for my parents' blessing right under my nose.

Lucifer: If you knew about it, it wouldn't be a surprise.

Annelie: Still though!

Satan: God, just shut up and be happy, you idiot.

Belphie: Yeah, I think we're all tired of hearing about how carefully Lucifer orchestrated that whole thing so that no one knew about it.

Mammon scratches the back of his neck, looking sheepish. Levi notices.

Levi: No freaking way... how did you of all people know about it?!

Asmo: Oh...

Levi: What? Oh?

Asmo: You remember how Lucifer took some time away from Ellie after Mammon burned dinner the one night?

Mammon: Hey, I didn't ruin all of it!

Levi: What? Are you saying-

Lucifer: Yes, I had Mammon give me a second opinion on the engagement ring I was buying for Annelie.

Levi: But why Mammon?

Mammon: Hehe, obviously because I have good taste.

Lucifer: No. I used your suggestions as things I should avoid.

Mammon: ...you could've let me dream a little...

Lucifer: I think Annelie has already made it clear that she doesn't like flashy or gaudy things.

Annelie: I mean... I would have been fine with a piece of string, honestly; you didn't have to go through this much trouble... I mean it's very beautiful, don't get me wrong-

Lucifer: Oh, hush and let me give you something nice.

Lucifer pats her back.

Annelie: Then... I'll buy the rings!

Lucifer: No, Diavolo's already insisted that he's the one who will do that.

Annelie: What? Why?

Lucifer: ...he was very excited and insisted on taking care of all the details. I have a feeling he's going to make our wedding a much larger affair than I want it to be...

Annelie: This coming from the man who proposed to me in one of the most flashy ways possible.

Lucifer blushes.

Lucifer: I- Look! I was planning to do it here! But then I found out people seem to think that you're seducing me for political power!

Belphie: Well, not entirely incorrect, given the shit I've heard...

Asmo: Yeah, I never would have imagined our Lucifer was a switch <3

Satan: Please. Stop. Talking.

Levi: Your room isn't even close to theirs, Satan. I have to go to sleep with headphones on.

Asmo: Aw, but Ellie's so cute when she screams~

Lucifer: ...Annelie.

Annelie: Please no.

Lucifer: Do you remember the Quiet Game?

Annelie: Please don't do this just because you're jealous.

Lucifer: I'm not jealous. Although I will be sure to see Asmo later about this.

Asmo: Eh? Lucifer? Why? My room's right across from yours, so it's not like I can help it. Lucifer?

Lucifer smiles.

Asmo: ;;;;;

Annelie: ;;;;;;;;;

[hearts4ririy]

Sidelines | Noah Beck

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Chapter Two: Interrupted

The bleachers stretched out in silence, the distant echo of sneakers squeaking on the football field barely audible in the stillness. Isabella sat tucked, her knees drawn up, her headphones snug in her ears. She had perfected the art of invisibility, vanishing into the edges of crowded spaces. No one ever noticed her here. No one ever came looking for her.

Until now.

She felt the faint tremor of footsteps before she saw him, her focus drawn from the music by the presence that now loomed beside her. Turning her head slowly, she blinked in surprise as her eyes landed on him. Noah.

The Noah.

The kind of boy people naturally gravitated toward, like planets pulled into orbit. His messy brown hair, his easy grin—he was the type who walked through life like it owed him something. And yet, here he was, sitting next to her. She tugged out one earphone, letting it dangle against her chest.

“Hi,” he said, his voice gentle but confident. “Isabella, right?”

Her mouth opened, then closed again, as though her brain was struggling to catch up. Her gaze darted from him to the empty bleachers, then back to him. Was he… actually talking to her?

“Uh…” she stammered, her voice barely audible. “Me?”

A flicker of a smile crossed his face, his dark eyes holding hers like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Yeah,” he said. “You.” He paused, as though waiting for her to say something. When she didn’t, he added, “I’m Noah.”

“You’re…” she started, then hesitated, her brow furrowing. She tilted her head slightly, like she was waiting for the punchline to a joke. “You’re talking to me?”

“Yeah.” He let out a soft laugh, leaning back on his hands. “Why does that sound so surprising?”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, suspicion flickering across her face as if trying to solve a riddle she didn’t know existed. “I just… I mean… You don’t even know me.”

“I know your name,” he said with a shrug. “That’s a start, right?”

People like him didn’t talk to people like her.

“Why are you here?” she asked finally, her voice quieter, like she was afraid of shattering whatever strange spell this was.

“Because…” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “I saw you sitting here alone, and I thought maybe you’d like some company.”

She stared at him, searching his face for any hint of insincerity, but all she found was an openness that made her chest tighten. She didn’t know what to say as they held gaze for while.

“Well,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re… wrong.”

“Wrong?”

“I’m used to being alone.”

Noah tilted his head, considering her words. “Maybe. But maybe you don’t have to be.”

Noah glanced at her, his smile soft but persistent. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, trying to ease the tension he could feel radiating from her. “So… what are you listening to?” he asked, nodding toward the single dangling earphone.

Isabella blinked, her grip tightening around the cord. “Oh… um…” She hesitated, unsure if she should tell him. Did he actually care, or was he just being polite? “It’s nothing special. Just… music.”

He chuckled lightly. “Well, I figured that much. But what kind? Indie? Pop? Screaming guitars and sad lyrics?”

That pulled a faint smile from her lips before she could stop it. “Something like that,” she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s… uh, Phoebe Bridgers.”

“Phoebe Bridgers,” Noah repeated, tilting his head as if testing the name on his tongue. “I think I’ve heard a couple of her songs. That one about, uh… a funeral?”

“‘Funeral,’” she said, her voice soft, a hint of surprise coloring her tone. “Yeah. That’s… one of hers.”

“Good stuff,” he said, nodding like he meant it.

There was a brief silence, the kind that felt less awkward and more like a pause to let something settle. But then Noah spoke again, breaking the stillness. “So… do you come here a lot? To the bleachers, I mean.”

She frowned, tilting her head at him. “Why are you asking me that?”

He laughed softly, holding up his hands. “Just trying to make conversation. Is that okay?”

“I guess,” she muttered, looking down again. Her fingers traced absent patterns on the edge of her hoodie. “I just… I don’t get why you’re even talking to me.”

“Why not?”

“Because no one does.” The words came out sharper than she intended, and she winced. She wasn’t trying to be mean—she was just… confused.

Noah didn’t flinch. Instead, he studied her, his expression unreadable. “Well,” he said after a moment, “maybe that needs to change.”

Isabella stared at him, unsure how to respond. The sincerity in his voice made her chest ache in a way she wasn’t prepared for. She stood abruptly.

“I… I should go,” she said, grabbing her backpack and slinging it over one shoulder.

Noah straightened, watching her with an expression that hovered between disappointment and understanding. “Right. Sure.”

She hesitated, glancing at him one last time, her brows furrowed like she was trying to solve a puzzle she couldn’t quite figure out. Then, without another word, she turned and started walking away.

Noah sighed, leaning back against the bleachers as his gaze followed her retreating figure. But even as she disappeared from view, he couldn’t shake the faintest flicker of a smile.

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[donniesbabygirl28]

Dallas starting an argument with the reader because they were supposedly ”flirting” with some random ahh dude even though they were js talking🧍🏽‍♀️. The reader consoles him & Dally opens up to them about Sylvia and they make up and its js a fluffy mess. I js think it would be a angst to fluff moment 🤭🤭

Of course! I hope you like it! <3

Accusations <3

You parted ways with the guy that was talking to you about just random things. You weren’t really that interested. But he just seemed like he needed a ear to listen. So you did. You grabbed your boyfriend’s hand- or so you tried to. But he pulled away. “What’s wrong babe?” You asked with concern in your voice. Dally looked at you, you could’ve sworn you saw a tear or two. “Why don’t you go ask the new guy.” You two got in his car and drove back quietly. Until you decided to break the ice. “What are you so upset about?! I didn’t do anything wrong!” He looked mad. “Don’t lie to me y/n you were practically all over em’.” Now it was your turn to be mad. How was he just gonna accuse you of cheating when he knows you wouldn’t do anything of a sort. ESPECIALLY if you were right in front of him. “Stop the car.” There was a pause of silence. “..what?” You were more mad than you were before. “I said stop the car!!” Dallas hesitantly stopped the car, expecting you to just yell at him. He was thinking that you asked him to pull over to avoid road rage. He was wrong. You have gotten out of the car with all of your belongings and started walking. Not really giving a damn where the road took you. “Y/n! Get in the damn car!” You didn’t listen at all. You had your headphones on(just go with it 😭) listening to some stupid song, not caring to change it. He went back to get the car and by the time he got in it to pick you up, you were already out of sight. You made it to Buck’s before him and sat at the bar. “Hey kid, what’s wrong with ya?” Buck asked you politely. You stayed silent for a minute. “Dallas accused me of cheating- I mean, come on! I was right in from of em’ don’t you think that if I was gonna do something like that I would’ve had a little bit of heart to not do it in front of him?!” You sighed walking up the stairs. “See ya tomorrow Buck.” “See ya, kid” you looked around the room. Thinking that it might be over for real. You cried silently until you heard the door open. You looked up to see a teary eyed Dally. He engulfed you in a hug and rubbed your back. “I know you didn’t.” You pushed him away gently. Not in a forceful way. Just enough so you would see his face. “Then why did you yell at me and accuse me of something you know I wouldn’t do?!” Dallas looked at you. “Doll, before me and you were together- you remember when I was in jail a year back?” You nodded. “Well my now ex girlfriend Sylvia was two timin’ me while I was in jail. And baby I know you didn’t cheat. But what she did to me will forever stick with me and I guess I took it out on you. Thinking you were gonna be just like her- but your not, doll.” “You are so much more than that. You mean everything to me.” He pressed a kiss to your lips and gave you a hug. “I love you, doll.” You tensed slightly. This was the first time he said it first fully. It was either a “I know, doll” or just hugs and kisses on the cheek. But this time. This time was different. You knew that Dallas was the one for you. And he knows that your the one for him. Yeah so what, y’all two have y’all’s bickering every now and then. But it’s what couples do! He loves you with every ounce of good in him. Y’all spent the rest of the night watching movies while cuddling and kisses. You wouldn’t want it any other way.

[lucero-is-here]

As you play the camera footage, you see a recording of a room. the walls are half painted and doodles are everywhere…the floors were made of hard, polished wood that seemed to shine under the warm yellow lighting. Before anything else could be said, a cloud of smoke flooded the room. When the smoke disappeared, standing in front of the camera was a young man.

“Good evening Ladies, gentlemen and folks! I am your host! And today we have the long waited headcanon post!”

requested by:

“Due to certain reasons, all of the headcanons will shoved in one post! so be sure to scroll down for any of these characters!”

“Presenting…Vickey Lopez!”

- She’s a straight ally. she’s very supportive of the LGBTQ+, but she knows she is straight and will politely reject girls who confess to her.

- she has issues with stress. I like to think Vicky used to be a gifted child, but as she grew up she became more burnt out. her mom still had relatively high expectations for her, and she is unable to cope with the stress.

- she loves chewing gum! her favourite flavour would always be strawberry, but she’s fine with any.

- she is really flexible. She is in fact a cheerleader, and she is quite flexible. She uses her flexibility to her advantage, and makes quite the performance.

- she was extremely popular in school. People likes her because she was pretty, and was relatively nice to people as long as you didn’t mess with her.

- she can be really sassy.

- she’s really straightforward and blunt at times. sometimes when she says really mean things, she means it, but also forgets that people actually get hurt by her comments and apologises to late-

- she wear highs heels or sneakers most of the time. she only wears high heels when she wants to look really pretty, but she finds sneakers more convenient, and it’s easier to do her every day tasks in them.

- a boy asked her out once, and she rejected him, since it was her best friend and she saw him as a brother and only as a brother.

- she’s usually wearing earphones or headphones all day. She is constantly listening to music, and it’s rare to find her without earpiece.

- she has really pretty hands. She takes a lot of care of her hands and makes sure they look nice.

- she takes a lot of pride in her appearance. She wants to look pretty, and she knows she looks pretty, so she’s quite happy about that.

- she dyed her hair once, she dyed the ends purple, before growing it out and cutting her hair. She liked the style, but she also realised the dye damaged the ends of her hair, so she decided to stop dying her hair.

- she gets very little sleep- like at most 7 hours, and she pulls all nights a lot. So she has eyebags.

- she does a minimum amount of makeup. most of the time, she uses some foundation to cover up her eyebags, and also some mascara.

- she’s scared to express her emotions sometimes. She’s scared people will judge her if she acts to happy or if she cries in front of people, so she stays as neutral as possible to avoid getting judged.

- she has a cute cat plushie in her bedroom that she hugs to sleep every night. She called it Kibby and she really likes Kibby. Kibby is a black cat plushie and he is adorable.

- she can do an oversplit, and it’s really impressive when she does it

- she used to do ballet at one point of time, and she looked really pretty doing it. But she lost interest in ballet and went to do something else she liked!

- she likes embroidery, and she does embroidery every now and then. She makes these really pretty 3D roses, and they always look really pretty.

- sometimes she sews small little designs into her outfits so they look nicer. Sometimes, she sews little hearts or roses onto her stuff, and also offers to sew cute little designs onto her friends’ items as well!

- Her favourite colour is purple and black! She thinks both colours are really really pretty!

- she writes in cursive, and her handwriting is really pretty.

- she takes really good care of her hair, so it’s silky smooth and is really easy to brush through.

- terrified of insects and bugs.

- relatively okay spice tolerance.

That’s it for Vicky Lopez!

Up next is Gregory Lynn!

- bisexual man.

- he has really messy handwriting.

- he likes pulling pranks on people, but he stopped for a while after one of his pranks had gone wrong and upset someone a lot.

- his hair is very messy and gets tangled a lot- it doesn’t help that he forgets to brush it a lot of the time.

- he won’t admit it, but he’s a bit scared of the dark. It’s especially when he thinks he sees something in the corner of his room staring down at him, and he almost wants to cry every time that happens.

- he sleeps with a teddy bear, who he smartly named Ted. He really likes Ted, and he takes very good care of Ted.

- he likes candy, a lot. He has a massive sweet tooth, and he tends to eat too much candy sometimes. One time he gorged a lot of skittles, and turned his tongue rainbow from the sheer amount of skittles he ate.

- he loves sour candy. Yes I said he likes candy, but if he had to choose anything, he’s going with sour candy. He thinks it’s the best thing ever.

- he binged watched an entire series in the span of two days and pulled an all nighter, only to be disappointed by the ending.

- he gets no sleep. He stays up majority of the time and refuses to sleep, because sleep is apparently for the week, and he’s to stubborn to sleep. So people have found him asleep on a chair, standing, or even in the most uncomfortable position ever.

- he usually wears loafers or boots, he thinks they are very comfortable and he finds it easy to move around and do his daily activities in them.

- he tries out cosplaying one time, and he didn’t really like it for some reason. He doesn’t know why, but people treated him like the actual character and he felt weirded out to an extent.

- he loves listening to music, and he’s usually listening to music in his free time!

- his spice tolerance is shit. he can’t handle spice at all-

- if he has an outfit he likes, he’ll buy it different colours, so his entire wardrobe is just of similar outfits with different colour schemes.

- he drinks way to much coffee to be okay- Caffeine is one of the major reasons he doesn’t sleep, sugar also plays a role-

- he collects old game consoles sometimes. He has a tamagotchi, a Nintendo 64, etc…He really likes them, and he used them every now and then!

- he fell down a staircase once by accident- he went to his friends and said: I can jump down the staircase! And he ended up falling down and breaking a leg.

- he likes photography. He loves taking photos, and takes photos of beautiful scenery wherever he goes. He keeps the photos as memory, and he really likes them.

- he is not flexible at all. He tried doing a split once but gave up because he just couldn’t.

- he’s really interested in sports. He watches football and basketball and what not with his brother. They are usually on opposite teams and they sometimes bet who they think will win. So far, Gregory has lost more money.

- people see him as a bit arrogant sometimes unfortunately-

okay that’s it for Gregory Lynn…

presentingggg…MIA LOUKAS!

- BISEXUAL!

- her hair gets tangled a lot unfortunately- she cares for her hair a lot, yet it still gets tangled a lot of the time.

- she likes pearls, cause she thinks they are really pretty and aren’t to extravagant. She likes how simple they are and really appreciated where they come from.

- she cannot cook, she bas burnt down the kitchen once and has been banned from cooking ever since.

- when she was a kid, she was really shy and often kept to herself. She didn’t know how to talk to people and was extremely socially awkward.

- she likes to write and draw sometimes! She finds it really enjoyable, even though her drawings and writing may not be the best at times.

- she is pretty soft spoken most of the time- she sometimes has issues expressing how she feels and her opinions on certain things cause she’s scared people will get offended by her words, so she finds it easier to keep to herself then to tell other people her thoughts at times.

- Mia is either to quiet or to reckless. She’s either never speaking up about anything, or she goes a but overboard. What I mean by overboard is that she becomes overly blunt and she sometimes becomes really harsh. Usually, this harshness is necessary, but she occasionally caused some misunderstandings due to her tone.

- neat handwriting.

- she’s very scared of snakes-

- she really liked to read as a child. Her favourite book was Hansel and Gretel for some reason.

- She doesn’t know how to spell “necessary”, she often spells it wrong.

- She is acquainted with all her coworkers, but she doesn’t consider them close friends. Friends, but not really that close.

- she used to be really scared of foxes, wolves and snakes, especially since she was told foxes, wolves and snakes could eat farm animals.

- She had a pet pig at one point of time, but it got eaten by a fox. So she is forever traumatised and scarred/j

- She usually wears loafers. She hates how high heels feel, and she prefers the feeling loafers have, especially since they are much more comfortable to walk and run in.

- She tried dying her hair once, but she ended up regretting it- She looked nice but she didn’t like how the dye made her hair feel.

- she paints her nails sometimes. She likes sparkly nail polish, cause it’s usually simple and doesn’t stand out that much, but it’s still really pretty.

- She loves flowers a lot. She likes purple flowers the most. She also has a book about flowers and what they mean.

- She cannot cook, but she can bake. She bakes cookies every now and then- and they’re really good somehow.

“Okay that’s it! My apologies for doing this request so late!”

With that, the recording came to an end.